#wow finally

/El: oof, so I've had this idea for well over a year now (like a year and a half?) and I've been meaning to make a post about it for just as long however I've just put it off over and over again but I finally wanted to get it out there... so here we go!!

I haven't yet worked out the dates or which musicals will be done, all I know is I would like to plan it for a week in either July or August when I know a lot of people will be off for holidays! 

So far some musicals I have in mind are (both on film and theatre) :

Heathers (obviously not the film)

Grease 

Hairspray

Phantom of the Opera 

Maybe Hamilton, I know people hold issue with it because most characters are played by POC, however I have also seen people say that since it’s a musical anyone could be cast so I would like some opinions on that!!

Be More Chill

Dear Evan Hansen.

☾ 3.000 words

☾ a/n: request from the lovely @doublebabyboy - hope you enjoy~

Two hours and several text messages later, your boyfriend still wasn’t answering you. Probably with his head up in his studio - or down on his desk. 

Throwing on a jacket, you shook your head at the workaholic as you made your way to his place. You stopped to grab him his favorite snacks on the way, figuring he hadn’t eaten anything all day. You sighed at the thought, remembering how tired and stressed he looked when you saw him last; crawling into your bed and falling asleep almost instantly in your arms.

When you got to the dorms, you made your way to their shared home and knocked on the door. Woojin answered quickly, cracking the door before swinging it open with a warm smile. 

“Hey, he’s in his-”

“Studio,” you finished with him, “thanks, Woojin.” He nodded and walked by you to the door, slipping on his shoes. “I’m gonna go out for a bit, see ya!” 

He left you standing in the living room, just a bit confused. You didn’t see any sign of the others as you made your way down the hall, tiptoeing once you reached his door. You brought your hand to knock before you thought against it; even if he was awake he wouldn’t answer. Instead, you reached for the knob and twisted it carefully, not wanting to disturb him in case he did hear or see you. 

Rather than the usual tapping of keys or melodies from a speaker, the sound of something wet filled your ears, halting your movements at once. Squelching sounds leaked through the space, accompanied by the very recognizable pants of your boyfriend. Your own breath hitched as your mind raced to conclusions. Was he...?

“Fuck, yes,” his voice boasted through the room, instantly sending a chill from head to toe. Did he know you were there?

Your curiosity got the better of you, moving as carefully as you could so not to make a sound. You peeked through the crack, swallowing a gasp at the sight of him before you. His shorts pulled down to his knees, head thrown back with his headphones still over his ears, and his hand palming himself through his boxers. For a second, you thought it was wrong to be essentially spying on him. Even if he was your boyfriend, he was still a person who needed privacy.

Every thought flew out the window when you heard him call your name. Your whole body tensed thinking you were caught, until he said it again, a drawn out groan blending with it. Your mouth was almost watering. His faded blond hair was pushed back under the the band of his headphones, eyebrows raised and jaw slack as moans tumbled past his red lips.

You watched in awe as he bucked up into his palm, soft mewls coming from him like you’d never heard before. Usually, he wasn’t all that vocal unless he was at his orgasm, and even then he’d never produced such sounds. His sweet voice filled your ears and flooded your body with warmth, and you were finding it difficult to control your breathing. What made this so different from all the times you had done it before? Why was this so hot? And what was this feeling rising in your chest? 

Torn from your thoughts once again at your boyfriend’s voice, you looked up to see him with two fingers in his mouth, wet lips wrapped around them letting muffled curses fall out every now and then. Your mind started to get hazy, the visual in front of you becoming too much to bear and you were unsure of how much longer you could stay hidden. One thing was certain, you were beginning to care less and less about being found out.

His small noises turned into whimpers of your name, tumbling together in incoherent pleas as he continued to tease himself. You wondered what he was doing and why he didn’t just touch himself already. Your answer came with his next outburst. 

“Ah, please... Mistress!”

Your blood seemed to run cold in your veins, but your body was on fire. The swirling feeling mimicked that of the one in your head. Typically the two of you didn’t partake in any definite roles, but he was naturally dominant and yourself, not so much. The feeling in your chest grew more intense, tangling with the icy hot sensation that made its way up to your brain. 

His cries bounced around in your head and if you weren’t leaning against the door frame, you might have stumbled. You wanted to hear more, to hear him whine and cry for you. To call your name over and over. That name. You wanted to hear him call you that, begging for you to touch him. It was like something came over you. You had the sudden urge to bust in the door and take him right there. In the next moment, you did just that. 

Without a thought, you pushed open the door to reveal yourself, unnoticed by Chan whose eyes were still glued shut as he palmed himself. Caution to the wind, you paced up to him and stood by his side, gently placing your hands on his shoulders so not to scare him - too much. 

Inevitably, he flinched and ripped his hand from his crotch, jumping up in his seat and finding you with wild eyes. An amused smile curved the corner of your lips as you watched the horror, realization, and slight embarrassment warp his features. 

Seeing him up close, you noticed how red and... damp his eyes were, as if he has been crying. The sight flickered something in you and you had the overwhelming desire to make him cry even more. 

His eyes never left yours, searching for a response aside from the suggestive smile you were giving him. You said nothing. Moving your hands you turned him to face you in his chair. He visibly snapped from his daze and dropped his head into his hands, shaking it slightly and whispering something unheard to himself.

The rest of his body was trembling slightly, too, and you couldn’t help but coo at him. How adorable. This feeling in you fed off of the humiliation radiating from him. You grabbed his hands and removed them slowly, ducking to try to meet his eyes, but he only turned his head from you. You took his face in one hand and turned it to you rather harshly, earning a whine from his throat. 

“What were you up to, Channie? Working really hard?”  

He squirmed under your stare and you could feel him trying to sink further into his chair. “Answer me.” Your tone was stern. It didn’t sound like you.

“I... I was just taking a break,” his voice unsteady, it didn’t sound like him.

“Looks to me like you could use some help, hm?”

His eyes darted away from you and you squeezed his jaw in warning. 

“Would you like that, baby?” Another whine.

“Yes...” his voice was barely audible, and you were getting impatient.

“You’re going to have to speak up.”

“Yes. Please...”

“Please what?” you pushed, making him shake his head. You were going to break the pride out of him. Standing straight you lifted a knee to his core, brushing it against his hard cock. His shoulders tensed and he hissed.

“Please... Mistress.” Too soft for your liking. You pushed down harder.

“Please! Fuck, Mistress! Please touch me...” he trailed at the end of his outburst.

A hand on each armrest, you caged him in his seat and pulled him away from the desk, leaning over him with the same smirk on your face. You kneeled in front of him and ran your hands down his exposed thighs, the muscles tensing under your fingers as he tried to control himself.

“How... how much did you hear?” he finally spoke up.

“Enough to know how much of a needy little slut you are,” you chuckled, surprising even yourself. Never had you spoken like this to anyone. It was exhilarating.

He squeezed his eyes shut and you watched his thick bottom lip quiver as he whimpered. His dick twitched under his maroon boxers, a darker red spot forming over his leaking head.

“You like that, don’t you, Channie?” When he didn’t reply you spoke louder, “Don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, Mistress. I do.” His cheeks were glowing a pretty pink as he attempted to hide them, causing you to lean forward and rip his hands back, growling a simple ‘don’t’ to which he nodded. 

“Good boy.”

Your hands trailed down his chest and you could feel his nipples harden under his shirt. Grabbing the hem you swiftly pulled it over his head, Chan lifting his arms to help you. You looked down at his reddened chest rising and falling with his breaths and it made your heart skip. It was like you were seeing him for the first time, like you’d never touched him before. It was like a whole new Chan.

Raking your nails over his skin, you massaged your way to his nipples, rosy and perky as they poked straight out. You watched your hands move with confidence, as if they weren’t your own. Never had you touched him in this way before. The experience brought a rush to your head. 

Your fingers flicked at the buds and he gasped at the new sensation. Working his nipples between your fingers, you moved to catch his lips with yours, sucking lightly when they fell open. You kissed down his jaw, his neck, stopping to suck a deep purple spot to the right of his Adam’s apple that had him whining in complaint. Chan hated when you left visible marks on him. Did you care at that moment? Not even a bit.

Continuing down you left wet kisses over his broad chest, then replacing your fingers on his bud with your mouth, giving a teasing nip that made him whimper. He didn’t move away or protest and his submissive behavior had your mind on overdrive. His little noises were exciting, but you needed to hear more.

You pulled away from him completely and his eyes shot open, pleading for you to keep going. 

“You’re so cute, Channie. So desperate to be played with,” you returned to your knees and watched his reaction to your words which had him shivering on their own. You felt powerful, it was like a high consuming you. 

He nodded furiously as you came closer to his center, wiggling his hips where he wanted it the most. You were going to play with him.

“Where do you want it, baby boy?” He groaned at the term. He had never been on the receiving end of a pet name and it made him weak. Chan bit his lip and pointed his crotch toward you, refusing to speak a word. 

“You’re going to have to use your words or I can’t help you.” You could see the inner turmoil as he struggled to hold on to his pride, trying to fight off the feeling of submitting and giving up his control. It pleased you immensely.

After seconds more of waiting, you began to stand up and move away from him. He lunged forward and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand into both of his and lifting it to his plump lips. “I’m sorry, please stay, Mistress.” At last.

His breath was hot on your skin as he kissed across your palm, lips opening to take your thumb between them. He stared up into your eyes as he sucked around it, tongue swirling and flicking as he bobbed his head slightly. He had finally broken, and you felt like rewarding him. 

Taking your hand from his mouth, you wiped it on his cheek and went back to your previous position at his lap. He seemed to be even harder now and he couldn’t contain himself under your hot gaze. 

“Please, Mistress. Please touch my cock, fuck, it aches so much.”

You pressed your nails into his legs at his language, but began fiddling with his boxers anyway. “We should get these off, shouldn’t we?”

“Yes, thank you, Mistress.” his voice steady now as he lifted his hips for you. Your chest swelled at how obedient he was being - all for you.

In one motion, you tugged down his boxers and pulled them off with his shorts, discarding them somewhere behind you. 

His cock stood tall, an angry red at the tip and glistening with his wetness. He blushed at your staring, feeling both shy and even more turned on as you admired him. 

Your fingers danced up his thighs, up and down, avoiding the spot he needed to feel your touch most. “Tell me what you want, Channie.”

His eyes widened at you, as if surprised that you were even asking him. “Um, I know I don’t deserve it, but I want... your mouth. Please, Mistress, I want to feel your lips and your tongue-”

“You’re right. You don’t deserve it, but I’m feeling generous today, so let’s see if you behave.”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you.”

You crawled your fingers up and wrapped them around him lightly, pulling a moan from behind his lips. Using his precum, you began to stroke him in slow motions, spreading the fluid and covering him with it. “So wet,” you cooed.

Chan let his head fall back and tried his best to keep still in fear of being punished. More moans slipped from his mouth as he was finally feeling sweet relief, until your fingers left him seconds later.

You brought your hand to his face, not even waiting for him to process as you shoved two fingers in his mouth. “Lick. Lube them up, baby boy.”

He mewled and sucked on your fingers, eagerly moving his mouth up and down and coating them with his spit. He felt a little dirty, but the thought only spurred him on.

Pleased with his work, you took your hand from his lips and smiled. “Such a good boy.” 

He glowed at the praise, looking down and licking his lips, “Thank you, Mistress.”

You grabbed his hard-on in your wet hand and covered it in him, watching him sigh at the feeling. Moving up and down his shaft, you stroked him in patterns, occasionally dipping into the slit of his tip to collect more precum. He groaned and let his eyes close as you worked, heated by the thought of you pleasuring him.

You swooped down and licked a stripe from the base to his tip, earning a strangled moan from Chan above you. His hands waved around as he tried to figure out what he could do with them, ultimately landing on his chest and massaging the way you had earlier.

Looking up at him as he played with his nipples, you giggled around his tip. “You’re such a slut, Channie.”

He hummed, “Just for you, Mistress. I’m your little slut.”

Hearing him say it had fire ripping through you, coursing through your veins in a flash, and you decided he had earned it. 

You dropped your mouth down onto him in one quick move, sinking until he hit the back of your throat. A loud cry left him as his hips rolled under you. Your hands pushed down on his hips to keep them still, fingers pressing red marks into the soft skin. 

His moans mixed with soft cries and you looked up to see his eyes shut, eyebrows tightly knit as small tears rolled down his cheeks. It made you want to destroy him, and you weren’t even sure how. Anything to see his pretty tear-stained cheeks like this. 

Inspired by his cries, you bobbed your head on him faster, twirling your tongue around him the same way he had with your fingers. Your right hand stroked whatever length was left at the base, tightening every so often and causing loud whines when you did. The other hand tracing back up his torso and played with his sensitive bud. 

Chan could feel himself almost ready to explode, surrendering himself to you and your touch. He felt weightless and bubbly and it got more intense the more he gave in. 

You felt him trembling beneath you and you knew he was getting close. His eyes were closed lightly, his mouth parted as he had trouble holding his head straight. He looked so stunning, so peaceful; it made you regret not trying anything like this sooner.

He grew quieter as his orgasm approached, unable to make any sounds as the pleasure began to wash over him. It was like he was drifting off into a dream.

Lifting your head you spoke softly, “Do you want to cum, baby boy?”

He nodded, barely able to hold his head and panted, “Please, Miss,” was all he could get out.

“Let go. Cum for me like the good slut you are.”

Your lips circled around his tip and you sucked harshly, jerking his length in your hand as fast as you could. His back arched off of the chair and he pushed himself into you as he tipped over the edge, a choked sob escaping his throat. He panted as he rode out his high, emptying himself over your tongue. 

You caressed his thighs as they shook beside you, taking all of him until he whimpered at the sensitivity. His cum pooled on your tongue and you were tempted to make him eat it, but you swallowed instead, licking your lips when you got it all down. 

His body went limp in the chair, head resting on the back of his seat and you chuckled at how fucked out he looked. His chest heaving and his eyes fluttering to stay open. 

You sat up on the arm of the chair and held his face in your hand, kissing his wet cheeks and wiping away the rest of his tears. Chan pushed his face into your palm and nuzzled you with his nose. “Thank you, Mistress.”