#sub omniscient reader

"Why're you back?" He glares at you, weakly, but he tries his best.

"Say it." You spat out, slapping his cock lightly. He jerks violently, yet his back arches into you, clinging onto you.

Aw. He likes you.

"Y-you're the only one who can make me...-" Joonhyuk sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he eyes roll into the back of his head, pleasure overwhelming his every sense. You yank at the roots of his hair, forcing his head back. "Hahhh- c-cum."

"I never let you finish, pup." You chide. There's no use in coming back if that's the case, which it is. Joonghyuk braces him when your slick covered hand pinches the tip.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his hands shooting out to grip onto your shoulders as his knees dig deeper into the mattress. "Fuck... mhhn- I always do, at the end of the day."

...

poor baby gets so nervous when he wanted to have his first time, he automatically thought he was suppose to go on top since between the two of you, you were the most gentle one. he assumed you've never had sex before and he wanted you to be comfortable.

but he's also competitive and prideful, he'll try his best to please you. please don't laugh at him when he tries to praise you, it's awkward and even he knows it.

so grab his face and smash your lips together, he also whimpers into them which makes it much hotter.

as soon as he found out who was way more experienced, he gave his body and mind to you. i think he felt relieved too, and being on top just made him uncomfortable.

absolutely loves when you mark him up. he'd be moaning and gasping if you do. the next morning he'll get super embarrassed, even though he was the one who asked for it. i think he likes how it contrasts against his skin color. sensitive spots are his inner thighs and collarbones, so make sure to leave as much as you can.

so the first time he received head, he thought it was going to be easy to just get what he wants. especially since you're very gentle with him, kissing down his body and whispering praises to him. he was feeling confident.

then suddenly that gentleness was replace with something else. no matter how many times he whines for you to please let him finish, you never gave in. only until you felt the need to.

probably cries and sobs when nearing his orgasm.

he cries out loud and squirms around to push you off, although, he's gripping any part of you he can to keep you on him. his body quivers a lot during sex, even having many after shocks.

being corrupted was probably a hidden fantasy of his, though he automatically knew he liked it when you kept getting rougher with him. he liked the change and the challenge.

so dokja wants to keep up with you, he wants to turn it into a game to see who can break first, he probably becomes very bratty, talks back and shit but i don't think you'd mind, seeing how comfortable enough he was to act like that.

or it was just an act to cover up how shy he really was. which is true.

the easiest way to break him; fucking him at a slow pace, make sure you're looming over him and he can barely move. it makes him feel small and so good. all he can do is cry and grip at the bed sheets.

"pleasepleaseplease!!" he'd repeat, eyes shut tightly and head thrown back. you kept your slow, agonizing pace. he would try to move back on your dick but due to the position he was in, he couldn't.

"gah! i- please! im sorry!" he'd beg and sob for forgiveness, wanting to cum so badly, but it just wouldn't happen. he's gotten so used to be fucked roughly, he can't handle when you're being slow.

you simply coo at him, wiping the tears from his face and left a lingering kiss to his lips. he tries to chase after it.

"we're going at this pace, or we're stopping." kim dokja was already too turned on from this, it couldn't stop now!

another way is through humiliation - imagine how surprised everyone would be if they found out how he acted in bed. how a little feathery touch to his nipples gets him hard. or how much he loves to get filled up.

he also has very sensitive nipples. they get swollen very easily, and if you play with them too much, he could barely wear a shirt without his nipples rubbing against the fabric.

"you look so dumb!" you laugh at his face, he can't help but tear up. anyone would've thought he hated it, but he keep leaking even more everytime you spoke to him like this!

"bet you can barely even think, can you darling?"

he tries his best to keep his composure, you find it adorable. his cheeks were flushed, his body was bruised with bite marks and hickeys. its obvious to anyone what was going on inside your room. he's so loud.

he'll try prove to you that he can still think, and the attempt is so pathetic and whiny.

kim dokja would think you were very easy.

seeing as you love to touch him. it's so easy to get you to kiss him or cuddle with him. but he was so easy to give in to every little thing you did to him.

was he the easy one?

another head cannon that i can't stop thinking about is wet dreams. dokja has lots of them, he fantasies about lots of things he wants you to do with him. they will either come from his own mouth, or someone will expose him for it.

it always happens.

when dokja wakes up from one, he immediately tries to shake it off. his heart is beating rapidly and he's sweating all over.

he dreams of lots of things.

you in a garter belt. being tied up at your mercy. getting spanked.

dokja would never think of getting spanked before but when you slap his hand away from... anything (ex: when he tries to touch himself or you.) he'll let out a loud whine at the sting but it felt good... he imagined how it would feel on his ass.

uuhh getting choked with your thighs, hands. dokja has a wild imagination. so imagine what would happen if they were exposed?!

do you know how embarrassed dokja would get! so he better get to telling you about them before they burst out.

moving on from that topic.

have you seen his waist?! grip it, doesn't matter if its bruising or he gets ticklish, dokja finds it so hot when you're holding onto his waist and fucking him from behind.

i honestly think dokja would be embarrassed about getting fingered. but not by having your dick inside him?

he hides his face a lot, and tries to close his legs, maybe its cause his sensitivity gets really high from humiliation.

so restricting him with bondage will help. his legs are set apart, the rope from his ankle is keeping him from squirming away.

now he's even more embarrassed about it. his legs are wide open and you can see everything. from his twitching cock to his shy expressions.

there's something dokja can't live without and that's being touched.

it doesn't matter whether you're degrading him or being mean to him. physical contact is something he yearns for behind closed doors. just hold him and he'll melt, he will try to bring you closer whenever he can, even if its impossible.

so not touching him would be punishment for him.

i don't think he'll liked to be punish either, he'll try his best to be a good boy, but he has a little tinge of brattiness to him. poor baby doesn't like it when you're mad at him :((

his entire body burns but he holds himself down from removing your hand.

"fuck, fuck... hn..." dokja pants loudly, his hips bucking and fucking himself in your hand wrapped loosely around his throbbing cock.

you asked the man to show you how much of a good boy he could be. it surprising how far he'll go to prove himself.

dokja's hand shoots out to grip your forearm as you dig your thumb in his slit, beads of precum rolling out and helping you in the process. you used it as lube.

"ah waitwaitwait!!" you quickly remove your hand, watching his squirm in your lap. he whines loudly, dropping his head in the crook of your neck.

he gulps, swallowing the little saliva he had in his mouth. he licks his red, and bruised lips, planting a gentle kiss to your neck.

"i never said to s-stop..." you rub his back, trying to soothe him through his denied orgasm. dokja grinds against you, panting into your ear as his sensitivity heightens once again.

"you don't have a choice."

he was stuck in a hole of madness and insecurities, he found himself pathetic. even more after he rejected your confession, and these dreams he's having. always waking up in a sweat, growing erection in his pants. he would look for you through his blurry vision, stumbling to you and striked a deal.

it surprised you, kim dokja; the 28 year old constellation who's still a virgin asked you for a sex deal? impossible.

unfortunately, or fortunately, dreams aren't reality and you had lots of stamina. by the end of a session, he would be left out of breath, knees wobbly and too scared to even walk out of your room, as anyone could tell what happened.

a rush of excitement coursed through his veins when he thought of the pleasure you would bring him.

he walks to your room a little quicker. before he could knock on your door, you swing it open, surprise to see him in front of your room. dokja gulps, heart thumping louder, he thinks you could even hear it. "sorry.. um-"

you pull him into your room, shutting the door close, before you bring him into a kiss.

"i've been think about you all day." you kiss down his neck, hands slipping under his shirt and roaming around his back. dokja whimpers loudly, hands resting on your shoulders.

dokja moans in surprise, unbuttoning his shirt as quick as he could - his shirt drapping off his shoulders, exposing his chest but you were in a rush that you didn't even care, lips quickly latching onto his nipple.

"yo-you have...?" you confirm it was a soft 'mhm'.

you push him against the wall, knees in between his thighs. you press your hips to his, his cocklet twitching to life in his pants.

"hah!" he wiggles around, holding onto your shirt for his dear life. he was left wide open for you. you could do anything you wanted to him and he'd let you!

he pushes his hips to yours, crying out loud at the pleasure. you eagerly do the same. your ministrations on his nipples caused him to grip onto your head, whining in your ear. he looked down at himself, forming hickeys littered all over his chest and neck.

he squirms on your thigh, clenching his legs around your own. he slides down the wall, you followed in pursuit, laying him down the floor gently.

dokja urges you to get on top of him, whining incoherent words and pulling at your clothes. you straddle his thigh, your own pressing against his crotch.

dokja smiles at you, he liked the effect he had over you...

"i made sure to - ugh, to close the star stream...!" you nod at him, holding his waist to control his desperate movements.

"good boy." dokja throws his head back, rolling his hips onto yours. he likes these words the most, the praise was so pleasurable to him. "you're always doing a good job."

he had the pleasure but it wasn't affecting him as it usually was...

"argh! can y-you please c-choke me!?" he grips the hands on his waist tightly, eyes blown wide with pleasure.

you own eyes widen, staring at him in shock. "a-are you sure?"

"AH- Ye, yes p-please!" he stammers out, taking your hands and put them over his face. one hand over his mouth and the other pinching his nose.

you carefully watch his fucked out expression for any sign of discomfort. when you didn't see any, you quickly clasped you hand shut around his mouth.

dokja knew to tap your arm three times when he needed air. you just hoped he wouldn't forget it.

"enjoy, dokja."

you continue to thrust your hip down on his, not minding him chasing his own pleasure as well. he blinks a couple of times, lack of oxygen finally caught up to him.

he gasps out through his muffled cries. he couldn't see properly, vision hazy. he kicks his legs out at the lack of air, and he claws at your wrists.

though, he refuses to tap your arm.

then dokja's eyes roll back, hips coming to a stuttering halt. it seemed holding his breath made everything more intense. you hear the sound of him spurting out come and it leaks through his pants, staining your own clothes.

you gape at him. there's was so much. more than he normally produced. "look at that..."

you remove you hands from his face, he gulps down air greedily, ignoring the way his face burns as you continue to stare at him. "i didn't think you'd like breathplay..."

dokja stares his pants with tears running down his face, quickly looking away in embarrassment.

[[ ki mdok ja lik es bein g chok ed ]]

demons... are evil by nature. nothing can make them 'soft', or a 'good' demon. in fact, they feed off of those energies.

and kim dokja? well, he was new to this demon seducing a good human, but he could tell you were giving into it and it made him more eager to feast.

he releases a gentle aroma, it filled your senses pleasantly. you had no choice but to nod in agreement.

dokja smiles widely, unzipping your jacket, and pushing it off of you. "do you know a demon's weakness?"

you shake your head as dokja takes your hand and leads it under his shirt. he timidly slides your index finger against his nipples. "it really depends on the demon, but this is my weakness..."

dokja shuts his eyes, feeding off on your arousal. his mouth falls open as you fondle with his chest, he had some meat on him, it wasn't much but enough for you to get a good grip on him.

you stop your movements when you feel liquid drip down your hands. dokja shook in embarrassment, "haa.. d-don't look..."

you push his shirt up, watching in awe as his nipples leak milk, trailing down to his stomach. dokja pants in your ear, jerking forward in surprise when your lips attached themselves to his chest. "h-hey!! you were.. ngh, suppose to just t-touch.."

you bite down on the sensitive bud causing him to wail, you jumped in surprise, pulling away from him but he quickly hugged your head, pushing you back to his chest. "...j-just a little harder.. pl-please?"

you glance up at him from your spot, tongue peaking out to lick the spilled milk from his nipples.

"ahnn," he whimpers, his face red and tears peaking out from his eyelashes. you had to admit this really made you feel powerful. it made you feel superior to him. "this is so embarrassing..."

he covers his face with a small, trembling hand. your fingers slid down into his mini shorts, touching the wet spot in his underwear. your eyes raise back up to him, pulling your face away from his chest.

"you're wet..." dokja nods, picking himself up to remove his shorts. he turns around, setting himself on all fours, his ass up and prepped for you.

"some demons produce slick... it helps the more submissive ones..." you watch in shock as your fingers easily slid in, earning a gurgle groan from dokja, he pushes his hips back on your fingers, turning his head to look at you with hooded eyes. "more, more please.."

"you're so sensitive..." you add a third finger, feeling him clench around you generously. he gasps loudly, back arching and arms giving out as you press onto his prostate. you adjust him so his ass was up on your lap, making it easy for you to slam your fingers in with ease. dokja's thighs tremble, shaking in your lap.

"you wouldn't mind if i add another, would you?"

"fuck! y-yes! yes please.."

"can i touch you?" joonghyuk questions in a whisper, eyes shut peacefully. you look down at you, he laid his head on your chest, snuggling with you. "you are touching me...?"

he shakes his head, hand sneaking inbetween your thighs.

"i know something that could tire you out." you nod, watching him remove himself from your arms to get between your legs, pushing your knees apart.

joonghyuk hooks his fingers on your shorts, looking at you for verbal consent, "go ahead, love."

you lift your hip to help him out, your shorts hanging from your ankle, your underwear still on. joonghyuk lifts your legs up, pushing the back of your knees to your stomach as he pulls his pants down.

"you're very eager.." you chuckle. you laid back, not minding that he was on top, usually it felt like being trapped, but now that you're body's sleepy, there was no energy for you to even move. plus you had a headache and you wondered if he could take your pain away.

joonghyuk mumbles, leaning over you. you place your hand on his chin. he looks at you with questioning eyes, licking his lips. "speak properly."

"...i just want to please you..." you smile at him, feeling him place his hardening dick to your clothed sex. you place your legs on his waist, his scarred and calloused hands caressing your body, worshipping you with small praises.

he breathes in deeply, feeling your hands tangling in his hair, the pads of your fingers calming his beating heart as you massage his scalp gently. "you can move, baby boy."

his hips start moving at your words. his thrusts are slow and teasing, humping against you to warm the both of you up. you sigh in pleasure, hand leaving his hair to rest beside his slightly shaky arms.

yoo joonghyuk drops his head in the crook of your neck, his grunting's breathy and near your ear. you can feel yourself get wet at his ministrations.

the head nearly pushing inside you as you stain your underwear with your slick.

joonghyuk's thrust pick up in pace as he brings his hand down to push your underwear to the side, quickly pushing against your plush lips. he moans at the contact, dick pulsating. you can feel the heat radiate off of him. he shivers.

"right there, darling, you're doing such a good job." you sigh in his ear, placing your hands on his chest, fingers tracing every muscle, fingers intentionally flicking against his nipples. joonghyuk jerks at that, his hips stopping abruptly, his pre-cum sliding down your sleek folds, you can feel it nearly entering you.

he nuzzles into you neck, panting loudly. "can i put it inside, please?"

his hair tickles your cheek as you nod, your legs tightening around his waist. he lifts his head, pressing his forehead to your. he stares into your eyes, adoringly. his eyes practically had hearts in them.

you smile. he always needs reassurance, and it was adorable. "you can. but you're not allowed to come until i tell you to. understand?"

he nods like a puppy listening to their owner. "i understand."

he aligned himself at your enterance, shuddering at the contact. you push his hair behind his ear, barely feeling any pain as he slip inside you, groaning at your warmth. "you're so pretty, joonghyuk..."

said man shakes his head, shutting his eyes. "you're gorgeous... (name)."

his lips brush against your own, the urge to kiss you is very strong. he holds back, not until you make to first move. but, you don't.

he wants to pout, frowning instead - "k-kiss me..."

its a whisper so tantalizing and full of desperation, his hips rutting against you, he groans everytime you tighten around him and he just kept hitting good spots...

he was getting more desperate, straightening his trembling body up so his free hand could slip under your shirt, groping at your breasts.

he continued to slide in and out of you, each thrust going in deeper than before. a squelching sound filling the room, along with both of your rapid breathing.

you shut your eyes and lean your head back, a smirk playing on your lips. you want to hear him beg... joonghyuk's mouth open to let out hot pants and breaths of air, letting out a breathless; "kiss me please."

you notice the signs. his thrusts getting more erratic and needy, shaky fingers playing with your clit, struggling to breath...

"m'close (name).." he mewls, struggling to keep himself up, a layer of sweat covering his face and body. his nails digging into your skin.

"don't come."

joonghyuk whines slightly when you ignore his pleas', shutting his mouth. you roll your hips up, hand reaching down to stop his hips.

joonghyuk slips out, body stuttering at his denied orgasm. he's pushed on his back as you quickly straddle his midriff. you glare down at him, slightly angry. "i don't feel sleepy one bit."

joonghyuk frowns even more. he didn't even care about that anymore, he just wanted your praise and love. "please kiss me..."

i'd like to say yoo joonghyuk only subs because it means someone takes care of him. he becomes a full on pillow prince and hates when he's gotta do something without getting anything in return.

giving to receiving ratio is low.

he nibbles on his lip a lot, just to hold onto those moans trying to escape.

i think his noises are pretty deep. but as he gets more desperate they start to get breathy and he lets them out more often.

pillow prince yjh whose thighs are incredibly sensitive. they're so thick and muscular 😔 who wouldn't want to mark them up. if you even graze your teeth against his inner thighs, he'll probably punch you.

jkjk. he'll hold onto your shoulders that's for sure.

i don't think he'll really enjoy having sex outside of the bedroom. the farthest he went was in an open forest and even that was very risky.

he held onto that tree for his dearest life, and his knees were wobbly. the only other support he had was you. you didn't give him any mercy.

i like the thought of strong, intimidating joonghyuk who leans on you and holds onto your hand when nearing his orgasm.

i feel like he becomes very clingy too, trying to breath in your scent and melt into your kisses. he always intertwines his fingers with yours.

his favorite part of you is probably your hands too. doesn't matter if they're big, small. don't got any hands? its your arms.

no arms? shoulders. literally anything that links up to your hands.

maybe bc they hold him so gently, are filled with warmth, and the other part is that - just a single hand can ruin him to the point he gets scared.

i feel like yjh had multiple orgasms where he's scared but feels so good. it impresses him and he looks at you with stars in his eyes.

pillow prince joonghyuk is very cute...

but there's also service sub joonghyuk!

service sub jonghyuk who won't allow himself pleasure until you've reached your own. or yjh who tries his hardest not to touch himself at your encouraging praises.

his hand is inching towards his hard cock, but he quickly remembers your rules.

yjh who, on rare occasions, decides that he'll be good and useful towards you.

joonghyuk softly whines at his own denial and ignores it instead. but its gets to the point where he can't hold back anymore, and he's placing his hands all over you, caressing you, as if he was worshipping a deity.

he tries to rush out praises but you can barely hear anything but babbles and soft grunts coming from him.

when he feels like putty in your hands, it usually happens when you're mean to him.

pillow prince joonghyuk likes the soft side of you. but when he's on his knees, humiliated, ashamed to even look at you; being mean gets him to smile through the pleasurable pain.