#sub taehyun

it's not like he loses anything by failing. just an orgasm and maybe a little bit of his pride, but nothing serious. but somehow the thought of not being able to cum after being sweetly tortured like this sounds like the absolute worst thing that could happen to him right now. it's the only thing that is keeping him from moving even an inch.

his breath catches when you lift his head up by his chin, your eyes dark and heavy as you scan his face. he can feel the heat spread across it, getting shy and wanting to turn away but he can't as you grip his chin like you already knew what he was thinking. he thinks to himself that he wouldn't be surprised if you did and swallows, "y-yes?" his voice comes out soft and shaky and you can't help but to smirk.

it's cute that he's trying so hard to prove his point to you, but to you he just looks helpless. all flushed face and sweaty hairline, his bottom lip between from where he was chewing on it. you don't say anything as you lean to press your lips to his, catching him by surprise before he melts into it with a little sigh. his body loosening as the kiss makes his brain foggy, his grip on your hips slacken and turns into slides up and down your waist.

"uhn," he quietly moans when you slip your tongue into his mouth. he tilts his head to allow the kiss to get deeper with a groan when your hands slides down to his neck. and god- all that he needed was one little thrust upwards to make this perfect, it's all he wants. his body was practically vibrating with need and restraint.

taehyun could almost cry when you pull away just a tad, instead whining as you pull on his bottom lip when you do. it turns into a broken moan, his voice cracking when you roll your hips and hum against his spit-slicked mouth, "i'm so wet right now."

he very quickly gets tense again, closing his eyes and holding onto your waist tightly as he trembles and tries to keep his hips still. but you kept going, spewing out filthy words. "can't you feel it?" you say with another rock of your hips, just as slow as the last one and it drives him insane. he nods his head while little breaths of "yesyesyes" tumble out of his mouth and his eyes flutter rapidly.

of course he could feel it, he could the whole time. he's been trying to ignore it, but now he was just hyperaware of it. of the wetness that engulfed his throbbing cock, so much that some of it leaks onto his thighs. he can hear the obscene sounds of squelching whenever you would move and it would make his cock twitch inside of you.

and fuck- he doesn't know much longer he can last, he thinks to himself as he rocks his hips gently upwards.

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You sat cross-legged beside Soobin now, one knee bouncing slightly under your fingertips. Your hoodie was soft, its sleeves pulled down past your knuckles as if trying to hide them inside. You weren’t exactly shy, just careful with where you stepped in this friend group.

Then, there was Taehyun.

He sat three people away from you across the circle with one arm slung behind Kai, his long fingers tapping at his bicep along with some unheard rhythm only he could feel. His dark hair fell slightly into his eyes again; earlier tonight he’d pushed it back carelessly for once instead of letting it flop forward like always—but by now most of that effort had dissolved into messy strands that framed his face just right.

You watched him without meaning to—at least not consciously. Taehyun leaned forward when Beomgyu spun for what felt like the tenth time already.

”Hit me!” Beomgyu shouted over another chorus drop before spinning wildly. The bottle landed nowhere but on Yeonjun. Yeonjun groaned when it pointed at himself, earning howls from Kai who immediately demanded that re-spin rules be banned forever.

Your turn came again—the third or fourth rotation since things got weirdly intense—it was a mix between playful teasing and real stakes creeping beneath every spin because let’s be honest: half these people wanted someone specific across that circle line. Maybe more than a friendship was brewing under fake dares.

Your fingers trembled faintly, but not exactly with fear. You can admit that it was the anticipation curling quietly behind everyone’s ribs, too tight around their lungs. You weren’t sure why this game made everything louder tonight. The color is deeper, and the sound is sharper. So you exhaled slowly, tucked stray hair behind your ear despite knowing no one cared—and spun the bottle.

It wobbled left, then stuttered right; it slowed down..and stopped.

Not pointing at Soobin. Not Yeonjun.

No—it faced straight across from you. Towards Taehyun's polished sneakers that are laced tightly but still somehow elegant-looking anyway. They matched everything about him really, especially the way he masked all of his emotions carefully when he looked up at you.

Silence fell first, it wasn’t long, but it was heavy. Everyone was waiting for reality to catch up. “Wait,” said Soobin behind you softly, as if disbelief hadn’t settled yet.

It exploded the second after. Beomgyu shrieked so hard that someone’s tea spilled off the couch cushion onto the carpet below—but no one cared. Others followed in the yelling. “Finally!” Kai yelled, everyone’s pitches were high.

“You and Taehyun!” Yeonjun pointed at you, “I dare, seven minutes in heaven.”

A blush flared hot right up to your neck instantly. You dropped your gaze almost immediately. You even covered your mouth, though not sure why, and every reflex in your body reacted faster than your brain could process. Across the circle though, he hadn’t moved much initially either.

Taehyun sat frozen for half a second—just long enough that you thought maybe he’d protest. Maybe say it was stupid. Maybe laugh it off like it meant nothing to him, because it did, right?

Wrong. He blinked, then slowly pushed himself off the floor. One hand braces against the carpet as he rises, tall and lean under the dim flow of string lights draped over Yeonjun’s living room walls. His hoodie rode up slightly at the back—just enough to show a sliver of warm skin above his jeans. That moment made you realize how real this moment felt now that it was happening to you.

He didn’t look at you yet, not directly. Yet there was something in his jawline: tight just once before relaxing again—an almost imperceptible clench. It was as if he were preparing himself for what might come behind closed doors with you, who had been silent through so much of his school year, until tonight.

”Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Yeonjun teased with a smirk while he tossed an empty can toward his recycling bin and missed badly.

Beomgyu stood dramatically like some sort of announcer from ancient times. “Tonight’s fated lovers enter heaven..” He gestured grandly toward the hallway leading away from chaos—a narrow corridor lined with framed concert posters and shoes stacked messily by the front door.

One of the hallways ended with a small storage closet tucked beside the bathroom near the far end of the apartment unit. “And they shall return changed forever!” Soobin added mockingly while pressing his knuckles into his cheeks, trying hard not to laugh too loud but failing anyway. His joy is contagious.

”You guys are such babies,” You snapped back at the two, swallowing hard as you were still kneeling on the floor that you were unable to move up from. You tugged forward, momentum caught memories that played in your mind.

Specifically the third period. Your classroom—the one where winter sunlight poured unevenly across worn wooden desks and window seats. Every one of your classmates would fight over those seats, but neither you nor Taehyun would. You always had a good angle view of the doorway entrance, able to sight any tardy student, but one particular boy whose presence somehow made the entire room shift.

Taehyun would slide inside the class seconds before the final bell rang, backpack slung against his low shoulders, and fingers brushing the doorframe without acknowledging the teacher unless he was called on directly. Nobody noticed him in the back of the class, but you did.

Not noticing everything, it was just all the little things. The way he chewed on his gum absentmindedly during lectures, and how he stopped because his bubble made a loud pop when it was quiet during a pop quiz. The way he’d gather his books at a slow pace, not caring that the class bell had rang three minutes ago.

Everything you noticed about him, everything you knew. It was everything to your knowledge of him that made you conclude Taehyun was the type of person who doesn’t care if he feels exposed or vulnerable. Because he knows that’s who he is. He’s an open, honest, and the most transparent person everyone knows.

“Come on! Seven minutes won’t last forever!” Soobin nudged you. You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest. Were you actually going to be locked inside a closet with Taehyun—the boy you had quietly admired from afar for so long? Your palms were sweaty, and your knees felt like jelly. You tried to remind yourself that it was just seven minutes.

Soobin nudged you again, encouraging you to go through with this crazy idea. You looked over at Taehyun who was standing by the end of the couch, leaning on it as if none of this was affecting him at all. “Fine,” you finally agree.

Cheers filled the living room, telling them to shut up as you followed Taehyun down the hallway, your mind racing with thoughts and memories. Ever since you shared the same classroom with him, the quiet moments between lessons had been the highlights of your days. But there was something else lurking beneath that silence you couldn’t figure out if comfortable or not.

An undeniable tension built between you two as you stood on the brink of entering that small closet together. Taehyun glanced over his shoulder to look at you, and you caught a glimpse of something in his eyes—a hint of nervousness beneath his usual cool facade. He held out his hand, palm up, as if offering it to you. The gesture was subtle, but it still made your heart skip a beat nonetheless.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down. You hesitated for a split second, your mind warring with your heart. On one hand, you were terrified of what might happen once the closet door closed behind you. On the other hand, this was your chance to finally cross that invisible line that separated you and Taehyun. You reached for his hand, your fingers brushing against his. A spark seemed to ignite between you the moment skin touched skin, and as he pulled you into the closet with him, everything else faded away.

The sound of the door shutting behind you echoed through the cramped space, isolating you from the rest of the world outside. The darkness was almost absolute, except for the sliver of light filtering through the crack beneath the door. It illuminated Taehyun’s face, casting sharp shadows along his jawline and highlighting his features in a way that made your heart skip yet another beat.

You were both standing extremely close now, the proximity of his body making your pulse quicken even more. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his scent surrounding you like a warm embrace. It was intoxicating. You tried to regain your composure in the cramped closet, but you became hyper-aware of every subtle movement Taehyun made.

Your brain was in overdrive, analyzing his every move as if your life depended on it. You couldn’t help but remember the moments you’d witnessed in class, when he seemed to exhale an air of indifference towards everyone around him. But now, with your face just inches from his, you could see the subtle signs of his nervous excitement.

The tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, the slight trembling of his lower lip... Was it your imagination, or did he actually just gulp? It was like he was trying to maintain his usual facade, but there was a crack in the armor.

Taehyun’s gaze snapped up to meet yours, his pupils dilated in the dim light of the closet. Your body was thrumming with anticipation. Something in his expression changed just then, as if his cool composure seemed to slip away, leaving behind an almost raw vulnerable look, His lips parted slightly. “You..” Taehyun finally spoke, he seemed to struggle for words before letting out a soft, shaky exhale. “You look.. good tonight.”

His words hung in the air, the compliment simple but loaded with unspoken meaning. It caught you off guard, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “Thanks,” you managed to croak out, the world feeling foreign on your tongue. An awkward silence followed you both. This was Taehyun bare, the guy you’d been quietly pining on for months.

Taehyun fidgeted with the hem of his sweatshirt, his gaze dropping to the floor as he seemed to wrestle with something inside. “Can I kiss you?”

The words left you speechless, so you just nodded, not trusting yourself to speak without your voice coming out as a squeak. The tension in the air was so thick you could almost taste it. Taehyun took a deep breath, his gaze still locked on yours. “I’ve wanted to do this for a really long time.”

Before you could even process what he said, he closed the distance between you two in one swift motion. His hands found your face, cupping your cheeks gently as his lips crashed against yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. It was electric. The moment his lips touched yours, every coherent thought in your mind dissolved into nothing.

Taehyun’s kiss was intense and passionate, full of pent-up longing and desire that had been building between you both for months without either of you fully realizing it until now. You could feel him pouring everything into this single moment: all the stolen glances in class, all the quiet moments spent near each other; all those unspoken words left unsaid between two people who were afraid to make the first move.

You melted into him instantly. Your hands found their way up to his shoulders instinctively, pulling him closer as if needing more contact, because somehow just kissing wasn’t enough anymore. Taehyun broke the kiss with reluctance and moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses that made your skin tingle.

His hair brushed against your sensitive skin, and it set jolts of excitement straight through your body. His lips traveled lower, his fingers tracing small circles on your hip bone, then slipping under the hem of your hoodie where you had nothing but a bra under. He pauses, breathing heavily against your skin as his fingers scratch lightly at your back

Taehyun’s eyes flick up to meet yours—dark with need, asking permission without words. He stands up straight again, pecking kisses on your forehead. You shiver beneath his touch, electricity coursing through your veins. You slowly sink to the ground in front of him, resting your knees with your eyes locked on his. Your thumb strokes slow circles just below his belly button, fingers teasing at the waistband of his pants.

His breath hitches as your fingers trace the sensitive skin just below his navel, sending a visible shiver through him. A low groan escapes Taehyun’s soft lips when your hand unbuttons his jeans, pulling down his waistband, and fingertips grazing against heated skin. As his veiny cock pops out, his hand tangles gently in your hair. It wasn’t guiding or forcing—just holding you gently. “Fuck—“ Everything below him clenched as he felt your warm breath against his exposed skin.

He watched with hooded eyes, muscles in his stomach tense under your touch, jaw clenching briefly before he exhaled a ragged chuckle. Taehyun seemed to watch with anticipation, then everything crumbled within him as you gave kisses to the side of his cock. You swirled your tongue on his slit, sending a delicious shiver down his spine. “S-stop teasing,” he hisses softly, grip tightening in his own palm, but he never tightens the grip in your hair; afraid to hurt you.

You keep eye contact with him, feeling pleasure in the way you can see him visibly struggling to keep his control. The way his jaw clenches and his eyes darken with restraint and desire. He wants you—needs you in every way that borders on desperation, but he never wanted to push you. Taehyun lets you stay in control.

The tension in his body is undeniable. Every muscle is tight, and his ragged breath betrays him. His free hand comes up to cradle your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone with tenderness, ignoring the fire in his stare. “God— you’re so pretty like this..”

Taehyun’s voice is wrecked already, torn between the need for more and the overwhelming instinct not to push you past your limits. But that was all he needed to say for you to take him deeper in your mouth, you could feel him at the back of your throat. He was oversized—especially for your mouth. He was barely halfway in. Taehyun felt your teeth grazing him a bit, but it just sparked the fire in him even more.

The faintest scrape of your teeth has him shuddering, biting back a groan as his hips twitch forward just slightly, a reflexive thrust he immediately regrets when he feels you tense. “Shit.. I’m sorry, baby.” Taehyun grits out, fingers flexing helplessly against your scalp before forcing himself still—even if it nearly kills him.

Taehyun’s knuckles whiten where they grip the wall behind you for support. His head falls back with a broken sound—less a moan than a surrender. He tried to keep quiet, knowing there could be someone out there listening. The struggle is written plainly across his face. You were able to see it in his brows and the way they furrowed in conflicted pleasure. Taehyun was teetering on the edge.

The silence seems almost deafening in the confined space, broken only by the sounds of Taehyun’s muffled moans and your gagged vocals. His gaze is fixed on you, watching as you enjoy the moment with Taehyun. His jaw was clenched tight as he fought for composure, not wanting the moment to end.

You pull yourself off him, the sudden escape from you made him shiver. “Are you being shy?” You frowned as you looked up at him, and it made Taehyun hungry. “Why aren’t you being aggressive with me?” The second your lips part in permission, Taehyun’s restraint shatters.

A guttural sound tears from his throat as his fingers twist in your hair—not rough, but commanding—tilting your head back just enough to meet his darkened gaze. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” His voice is soft but it’s filled with the most pure velvet danger, low and wrecked. “You want every inch?” He asked, his free hand caressing your face softly as you nodded. “I’ll help you with that then, baby.” God, everything he said made your heart melt. Despite all of the dirty things you two were doing—he made everything around you feel real, feel like he wanted this only for your pleasure.

You smile before you suck on his cock again, swirling your tongue around his tip that was already leaking with precum. You licked up and down, making Taehyun lose everything. Then he moves—slow at first, letting you adjust before the pace turns punishing, hips rolling in a rhythm that has tears prickling at your lashes. Every drag of him against your tongue pulls another ragged noise from his chest, each thrust more desperate than the last. He was down your throat, then out again another second. The both of you loved that feeling.

He was outright using you with filthy precision, but he made sure you were okay with everything, looking down at you with an adoring look in his eyes. But the moment you whimper around him, all bets are off. Taehyun’s fingers tighten—not enough to hurt, but he felt like he owned you. He drags you impossibly closer by the hair, his hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm that steals the breath from your lungs.

Taehyun pulls away from you, your mouth just right at his tip, then slams back into you. Overstimulation burns through you as tears spill freely now, your throat fluttering around him in helpless spasms while he groans like a man starved. “That’s it— Mmph!” Taehyun muffles between thrusts, “You’re doing so good— for me.. Taking it like..this dick only belongs to you...” His voice was shredded raw with pleasure and pain. The wet sounds are obscene; music to Taehyun’s ears. It drove him closer to his orgasm, but he didn’t want it to end.

Your spit was slicked upon your swollen lips as it drooled down from your chin. This was all the result of how deeply he’s making you take him. His thighs tremble when your nails dig into his legs blindly for balance—and that undignified desperation undoes him completely. A final snap of his hips and you could feel him tense up, knowing he’s about to finish. Instead of keeping the momentum going, Taehyun rips himself away at the last possible second, his entire body shuddering with the effort as he staggers back against the wall.

A strangled groan tears from his throat—half-relief, half-frustrated. He fists himself roughly, feeling your drool all over him, jaw clenching so tight you swear you were able to hear it from where you were on your knees. Before he was able to help himself finish, your fingers wrap around his wrist and yank his hand away with force. Taehyun’s gaze snaps down to meet yours, seeing you wipe drool off your lips with the back of your hand.

”You don’t get to decide where you finish..” Your voice is wrecked but firm at the same time, lips brushing against him with every word just to watch his stomach muscles clench in helpless response. “Wait, baby— Mmh! Fuck!” The raw noise he makes is almost pathetic when you drag him back between your teeth, pulling him forward through the belt loops of his pants. You drag the flat of your tongue along his length at a slow pace, savoring the way he jerks under your touch. Just as he starts to thrust into the warmth of your mouth again—you pull back with a smirk, leaving him straining on the edge.

”Please,” he chokes out before he can stop himself, fingers tangling helplessly in your hair, yet still not pushing you. You let him hover there—so close to your mouth he can feel your breath ghosting over his heated skin, yet denied the relief he’s trembling for. With every shaky exhale Taehyun lets out, you’re able to hear the desperation in them as you watch him unravel. His throat bobs with swallowed curses, and his hips stutter forward just slightly, as if he’s begging for you.

As another whine builds in his chest, you take him again. No teasing this time; just hungry pressure, swallowing him down until his knees actually buckle and he has to brace a hand against the wall again to stay upright. The sounds he makes are obscene, “Fuck— yes! Ohh.. just like that— Baby..” He can’t help it anymore as you milk every last drop of obedience from him. You suck your cheeks and Taehyun’s entire body locks up.

”Ngh—! Fuck— can’t last..” His hips stutter helplessly, “You feel so good…Mmmh!” He was torn between fucking into the wet heat of your mouth and obeying the iron grip you have on his thighs. Beads of sweat roll down his temple as he barely manages to choke out a warning—but it’s too late. Pleasure crashes over him like a rogue wave, ripping a guttural moan from deep in his chest as he spills across your tongue with his thighs trembling against you and his fingers tangled in your hair. You lick his final drops off his tip, making sure he watches you swallow. “Christ..” Taehyun manages to speak when he pulls his boxers and jeans up, finally slumping against the wall, sitting down. All he can do is drag you up by the collar for a kiss that tastes like salty and sweet submission.

You let yourself sink onto his lap, legs bracketing him with dizzying ease. His arms loop around your back to hold you there, fingers digging into your shoulder blade possessively. Taehyun’s eyes are still half-lidded, his usual cool demeanor nowhere in sight as he nuzzles into your neck with an exhausted groan. In the silence, you could hear the music blasting from the living room, and you hoped it had been like that throughout the whole time—because everyone knows it was past the seven-minute mark.

”After the party, let me give you what you deserve.” Taehyun mutters against your skin, voice low like he’s too tired to speak properly.

You smile, “Don’t forget it,” you tease back, tracing a finger along his jaw just to watch his eyelashes flutter as you press kisses on his cheek.

Though, I think the first few times he subs, he’s a little sceptical about it all. Overall, the way he carries and views himself is a bit dominant, that it would be hard for him to throw all of that away for someone and would maybe make him feel vulnerable. But he trusts you and he’d let you do anything to him tbh. And, turns out he really likes subbing hehe ! 🤭

It’s like how taehyun thinks he’s not cute when we all know he’s the cutest member bfr taehyun 🙄

He’s said before he’s not a guy of many thoughts and so I feel like he’d love being dommed bc he loves the fact he can just switch his brain completely off and let you do anything, he loves letting you take control and being clueless.

Like sometimes he'll come back from work, exhausted as hell, and the only thing running on his mind is you fucking him so hard so he can switch his brain off all the way and not think at all, loves when you take care of him and it’s very intimate

LOVES when you pin his wrists down and ride him, he can easily get away from your hold if he wants to but he doesn’t, he just likes it like that. I feel like he really likes being restrained, wrists tied.

He’s so so so whiny and loud and squeaky, his pretty voice was made for that

I also think he’s actually super sensitive and he’ll bite his lip, trying to suppress his whines, ears red and face flushed literally just from you kissing and placing hickeys on his body 😭 Licking and biting his biceps and leaving love bites on them 😍😍 he gets hard just from that. Or playing and sucking his nipples, swirling your tongue around his pretty buds hehe that makes him yelp and throw an arm over his face to hide himself

He can’t ask for stuff verbally well, he gets all shy and embarrassed. After thinking about it all day and then later looking at you with his huge shiny eyes expectantly and pleading, blinking at you and tilting his head like a cat as if you can read his mind but you can’t. Only then will he let out a small exasperated huff but embarrassed— “Can you…fuck me instead…” Puts up fake resistance to beg but he begs so pretty

He has a massive praise kink he just won’t admit it to you out loud but you can so tell because his big boba eyes sparkle even more practically purring.

I don’t think he likes being degraded that much but teasing is very fine he loves that

Can be very bratty and bite back with snarky smart ass remarks and replies sometimes though. Either that or he’s literally just so incredibly pliant and he’ll do anything without complaining just his pupils dilated wide and big black starry eyes looking at you silently, let’s you edge for as long as you want, whatever.

Idk if this is niche but calling him the pet name ‘kitty’ I really like it idk 😭😭 like “aw what’s wrong, kitty? You wanna cum? Yeah?”

Also Beomgyu said taehyun is actually super emotional and he could make him cry if he really wanted to (kinda crazy of him to say tbh) so I feel like literally edging him twice and taehyun is already prettily crying streams and begging. Dacryphilia w tyun yes 🤭🤭!!<33

Choi Yeonjun

You already had an idea that your boyfriend liked it when you took control. He always waited for you to initiate things, until you decided you were gonna tease it out of him. You traced a finger along his jaw and purred softly, "Yeonjun... My pretty boy." His eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes. "Y-yes, babe?" Blush crept onto his cheeks and nose. You leaned close to his ear, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, baby, what do you really want me to do to you?" He swallows hard. He let out a shaky whine. "want you to choke me, I want you to be rough..." he practically moans when he feels your hands creep up to the sides of his neck, pressing light pressure on his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. "Like that baby?" You say on his lips, pulling your hands off his neck, getting a needy whine in response, "yes babe!"

Choi Soobin

“Baby... I've been thinking about this a lot, and I want to try something with you." Soobin says softly while hugging you from behind. You hum a yes at him. "I want you to be mean to me and take control, you know?" he says, kissing your cheek. You turn around to look at him, giving him a soft kiss. You smirk, tilting your head. “Hmm, you want me to be mean, huh? Guess I’ll have to find out just how much you can handle.” You trace a finger along his jaw. He bites his lip, cheeks pink, heart pounding. You cup his face softly, looking into his eyes. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Your thumb brushes his cheek. “You’re safe with me—and I’ll make sure you feel every bit of what you want.”

Choi Beomgyu

You and Beomgyu were play fighting, he was on top of you at the moment, with a shit-eating grin like he had already won, but you were able to hook your leg around his, using your arm for leverage, flipping the roles. You were on top of him, you pinned his arms down so he couldn't grab you. "I got you now..." You say, slightly out of breath. You don't get any response out of him. Beomgyu's cheeks flush red, slightly struggling to move under you. "What do you think you're doing, baby?" You giggle, you feel his growing hardness on your thigh, "Babe..." Beomgyu practically choked. You let go of his wrists and got off him, "Babe? Did I go too far?" You sat next to him on the floor, he sat up, his ears red. "Babe… uhm... That was kinda hot? Can we... do that like… in bed... you know, without the wrestling..."

Kang Taehyun

Every time you and Taehyun had sex, something felt missing. Taehyung didn't last long; he doesn't get as excited as you did, and he never initiated it. It makes you feel like he doesn't want to have sex, so you question it... "Taehyun? Baby? Can we talk…?" You sit next to him, putting your hand on his thigh, making him jump slightly. "Yes, baby?" He softly mumbles. "Do you not like our sex?" You say, sounding truly hurt. "H-huh?" Taehyun stammers out, clearly taken aback. "Baby no! I love our sex it's just... uhm—" He looks away, playing with the hem of his hoodie. "What is it?" You say, getting a little defensive. "Baby I- Its just... I would just... prefer if you took control, its not like- I- you get what Im saying right..?" He pouts, grabbing your hand hoping you understand him. "Babe, why didn't you just say that from the beginning?" you immediately soften up, squeezing his hands gently, "It's okay baby, i want you to be happy... Im so proud that you told me this." you say before giving him a soft kiss.

Huening kai

m-more,, mommy.. please a-ah! yeonjun whines loudly, hot tears falling from his lips as his face as you work a strap inside of him from behind. slowly because he was your sweet boy after all, wasn’t he? his tears of pleasure only increasing as he moves his ass back, digging the strap deeper inside his pretty hole. w-want mommy to ruin me so good, he whimpers, reaching for your hip behind him. you grab his hand gently, digging the cock into him more and as he wails from pleasure, anything for my jjunie

a-ah! sex with soobin was always so so loud, this time no different. you hovering over him, his hands against your chest as you pump his cock so quickly. his face scrunching up in pleasure and his head being thrown back from the immense pleasure. m-mommy so good, fuck! he whines loudly, hands not leaving your breasts as his high approaches. but as he gets close, you pull your hand back, no no.. n-no! mommy please i-i can’t! need it! kisses on his face as he squeezes your boobs to prepare himself for another denied orgasm

beomgyu was so so pretty under you, stuffing his face into your pussy like the good boy he likes to be. sucking on your clit so heavenly, and holding onto your thighs as you push his head deeper against your cunt. mommy tastes so good, he whispers against you, hands reaching up to caress your beautiful boobs as your grabbed his hair gently. y-yes mommy, i like it when you play rough with me. an open mouth smirk falls on his arousal covered lips as you smile down at him. you want it rough? i can show you rough, honey

your hands all over taehyun’s body as you grind against his clothed hard on from above him. soft whimpers fall from his lips, but you know how much he’s loving it by how he grabs your ass, pressing you against him even more. his breath hitching as your fingers move against his nipples, you like that baby? you whisper, moving your hips even more. yes, shit.. he sighs out a soft moan and bites his lip. love it so much.. mommy. you softly giggle as his cheeks flush red at the new name.. but a few passionate kisses has him saying it more confidently