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blueberrybeomgyu · 21 days ago

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i have to get him pregnant.

୨⎯ "self control" ⎯୧ (hdm)

+*:🍞:*﹤smut, sub!taesan, edging, masturbation, exhib+voy elements, nipple touching, petnames: sweeheart/sweetie/good boy / wc: 1.8k / masterlist / a/n : ANOTHA ONE! blueberrybeomgyu lives...and has yet to post anything about beomgyu... sorry if this ends kinda abruptly, i didn't want it to be as long as the previous story TT this story on ao3!!

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taesan trembles in your hold when you suck another hickey into his neck. his nails dig into your thighs and he shudders an exhale.

you know all of his tells–how he squeezes his eyes shut to ground himself, how his fingers twitch when he’s trying so hard not to squirm. he’s not one to ask easily, still struggling to be vulnerable although you two have been dating for a little over a year. you always end up giving in first, asking him to kiss you, touch you, fuck you. today, you wanna test his patience.

you’re cuddled on the couch with some random cartoon on. he’s situated between your legs with his back pressed against your chest. for the past half-hour, you’ve been touching him lightly, teasingly scratching your nails along his thighs, getting so close to where his dick is straining in his sweatpants, just to move your hand elsewhere. you do the same with his chest, tracing a finger around his areola but never touching his nipples, never giving him that satisfaction.

whenever he starts tensing up, you halt your actions, bringing your hands to rest on top of his thighs. after a couple of minutes of not touching him, luring him into a sense of false security, you start again, pinching the skin on his thigh, squeezing his pecs while successfully avoiding his cute little pink nubs.

you know you almost have him where you want him when he throws his head back on your shoulder, huffing out a breath that tapers off into a whimper.

he fixes you with his best puppy eyes, white and glossy, and a pout so lethal you almost give in. you get yourself together and look at him with an expression of feigned innocence.

“what’s the matter, baby?” you trail your hand down his chest, over his stomach, and you’re so close to where he wants you. you pull your hand away when his hips jerk up, instead kneading the skin of his thigh.

he doesn’t say anything in response, but grabs your hand and places it over his bulge. his breath stutters at the feeling of you (somewhat) touching him. he bucks into the feeling, slightly grinding his crotch against your limp hand. you giggle at his lack of shame, and let him have his fun for a few seconds before pulling your hand away again.

and he finally lets out a full whine, the noise all breathy and pathetic. you can’t hold back your small smile in triumph, and an idea forms in your head. you already have him desperate, why not see how far you can go with this?

“i’m not going to touch you.” you decide. you lightly scratch your nails up his thighs and watch them stutter. his head falls back on your shoulders.

“why not?” he fusses quietly. his cheeks are red-hot, and it’s obvious he feels out of his element. “c’mon.” taesan calls out, weakly trying to convince you otherwise. “you’ve been teasing me all night.”

“shh.” you quiet him, rubbing his thighs soothingly. “i'm not going to touch you, but you can touch yourself.”

“right now?” he asks with wide eyes, and you respond with a hum. he hesitates for another second, seemingly in thought as he loosens his grip on your thighs. he looks at you again, and you nod reassuringly.

he looks forward, and his hands move slowly to pull his bottoms down. you bite your lip absentmindedly at the sight of his cock, pink and leaking a little. he’s on the thinner side with a nice length, and you almost want to throw this plan out the window just to feel him inside you quicker.

“good job.” you say instead. he moves in a slow pace, up and down steadily, and you trail a hand up to his chest. his nipples are hard and pink when you finally touch them, and taesan’s hips buck into his hand.

“u-uh.” he whimpers quietly as he strokes himself slowly. you watch quietly, taking in the pretty sight of taesan laying against you, touching himself just for you. after a couple of minutes, his hand speeds up, and he’s letting out short, whiny noises. eventually, his noises turn into sharp intakes of breath, a sign that he’s close.

“stop.” you command. taesan’s hand falters but doesn’t stop, and he questions you with a confused little mewl.

“let go of your cock, sannie.” you say sternly and tap his wrist. you aren’t gonna make him stop; you want to see if he’ll obey you.

a beat later, he tears his hand away from his dick, breath loud and uneven. a trail of pre-cum drools out of the tip obscenely, and you have to force your eyes away from the sight before you lose your mind.

“aw, look at you, taesan. you’re such a good boy.” you say, planting a soft kiss on his cheek as a reward and rubbing his thighs gently.

“y-you said i could touch myself.” he mutters accusingly after catching his breath. you can’t help but chuckle at his petulance.

“i know, baby. i'm sorry. i just wanna have some fun with you for a little while. is that okay?” you halt the movements of your hands, not wanting to sway his answer. you’re aware that he’s out of his depth, and at any moment, you could unknowingly push him too far, and you want to avoid making him feel unheard or unsafe at all costs.

“okay.” he says quietly after a few seconds. relief washes over you at his answer, glad to know that he’s enjoying this. his body is still tense, so you massage his shoulders gently until he melts back against your chest.

“you can touch yourself.”

his hand is back on his member immediately, stroking at a slow rhythm until his desperation overcomes his shyness. his hips begin lifting off the couch and humping into his hand.

“mmh- so good…wish y-you would t-t-touch me.” he mumbles around soft whimpers. you’re surprised at the confession. he’s not exactly begging, but to see him work himself into a horny mess, to hear him vocalize how much he wants you without restraints, is all very new to you. it makes you feel hot, and a little desperate yourself.

you watch as the signs return: his thighs shaking, breath quickening, quiet gasps. you wanna wait a couple of seconds longer before telling him to stop, but you don't have to. he pulls away on his own, hips chasing the friction and hand coming to clutch the soft skin on your thigh.

he's such a good boy, stopping without being told. unfortunately, this won’t work out in his favor. you aren’t upset with him, per se, but you want him to relax and let you be in control.

“whatcha doing?” you ask after giving him a moment to catch his breath again.

“was c-close.” he explains, stuttering when you bring a hand up to squeeze his nipple.

“did i tell you to stop?”

“no, but–”

“then keep going.” you persist. his eyebrows furrow in question, so you lift his hand and wrap it around his member for him. he gasps at the sensation and his hips twitch helplessly as you guide his hand to stroke himself.

“i’ll tell you when to stop, sweetie. just let me do all the thinking for you.” you play with his nipples again, wetting your fingers and bringing them down to rub on the nubs harshly.

his pitch increases. his head falls back on your shoulder, and he’s so beautiful. you take in his strained neck, furrowed eyebrows and face pink in embarrassment.

you kiss his soft lips gently, but the kiss quickly turns aggressive until he tries to draw back, mouthing something against your lips. you pull away to nibble on his earlobe, letting him speak.

“close, i'm close- y/n, can i stop? please-” his free hand moves from where it’s clutching the couch cushion and grips your thighs. you pause for a second because holy shit, he’s begging you to not cum? you’re stuck on how hot that is, your own core warm and wet at the sight.

taesan’s still begging quietly, words are slurred and you almost swear he’s drooling. his hips continue rocking into his hand so slowly he might as well not be moving.

“aw, sweetheart. you can stop.” his hand pulls away from his length and joins the other in latching onto your thighs, and his hips buck into the air for a couple of seconds. you rub his biceps soothingly as he breathes through the denial.

“what's the matter? doesn't feel good?” you tease, and he shakes his head.

“too good…i almost came.” he mumbles, voice scratchy and eyelids droopy. you can tell he’s tired by the way he’s slumped in your hold, and you consider having pity on him.

“don't you wanna cum?” you bring a hand up from his chest to scratch at his scalp. his eyelashes flutter as he melts into the sensation, and his hips move again in small circles against nothing.

“not without permission, not unless you want me too.” his words are slow and shaky like he's struggling to think them up, and you can't believe how far gone he is so quickly. you smile at his sweetness and pinch his cheek lightly, and ignore the displeased whine he lets out.

“touch yourself, baby.”

“i c-can’t, i'll cum.” he complains, eyes big and desperate when he looks at you.

“you’ve been so good.” you plant a quick kiss on his lips, fond at how he’s too tired to kiss you back before you’re pulling away. “don't you think you deserve a treat, baby?” you grab his hand again, mirroring your actions from earlier and helping him build a rhythm. his hips involuntarily buck into the pleasure, mind going blank as he's finally getting release.

“you're such a good boy, trying so hard to obey me.” you circle your finger over the head of his dick in fast, wet motions, and his breath picks up. you feel him gasping where his face is buried in your neck, his hair tickling your skin.

“please– nngh– so g-good…” he slurs out desperately, hips full on thrusting into your palm and his own hand stroking himself sloppily, and how could you say no to such a sweet boy?

“i've got you, sweetie. you can let go.” you stop the ministrations to thumb at his slit, while your other hand thumbs at his nipple, and he crumbles to pieces in your hand.

“cumming, cumming, cu-” he babbles as his thighs shake and a steady stream of cum dribbles out of his tip.

you give him a few minutes to get himself together, basking in the fact that he finally let you have control during a sexual encounter.

“that wasn't so bad, was it?”

“you're so mean.” he pouts, body lifeless against yours, and you laugh fondly.

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blueberrybeomgyu · 24 days ago

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who else thinks about freak nasty freak weirdo jo

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blueberrybeomgyu · 24 days ago

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WHO COULD COMPLAIN YUMA CMERE 🫦🫦🫦

doing shibari on yuma.. (aka tying him up)

yuma looks so pretty with intricate rope designs on him!! taking your time getting the knots just right and ignoring the way he's getting progressively more turned on. you finish the design and step back, taking him in. your gaze makes him feel hot but he loves to be the center of attention, especially yours. he tries to act sweet and pretty, hoping it'll get you to touch him quicker, but you're set on taking your time with him today. he'd look pretty especially with two (nsfw image link), leaving access to trail your hands across his nipples & cock but never giving him enough to satisfy him.

yuma is mouthy, but the second you finish tying him up, the feeling of how restricted he is causes the act to drop immediately. he's the sweetest sub ever when he fully submits, making the cutest, soft sound. he loves the feeling of vibrators, and being tied up while you use them on him heightens his pleasure. he's easily pliant that way, agreeing to the words falling from your mouth, dirty promises to make sure he's all emptied out by the end of the night.

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blueberrybeomgyu · 24 days ago

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ty for tagging me bunny bunny

b - blue (pinkpan)

e - eternally (txt)

r - run wild (&team)

r - rem (kiof)

y - yahho (badvillain)

tagging any1 that wants to join!!! (i never know who to tag and i dont wanna be annoying)

MOOT / TAG GAME !

mission— spell your real name / name you use on tumblr with songs you like >< ready, set, go !

m — my love, mine all mine (mitski)

i — i love you, i’m sorry (gracie abrams)

c — coraline (lyn lapid)

k — killshot (magdalena bay)

i — i know you (faye webster)

e — either way (ive)

tagging— @puma-riki @flwrstqr @liwinly @woniefication @lilificationn @stvrriki @okwonyo + anyone else who wants to join !

#yayy #finding a song starting w e was kinda difficult #sweet things ◡̈

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blueberrybeomgyu · 24 days ago

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IM GLAD YOU ENJOUED THE RESD BUNNY BUN 💗💗💗

― green light .ᐟ a.jo ❁｡ﾟ･°

౨ৎ🍙 warnings ⋆.ೃ࿔ : 18+, sub!jo, dom!reader, edging, / wc: 1.0k / masterlist / a/n : first jojo work!! yayy enjoy <3 please excuse any typos !! rice photo for my rice boy / divider

“green light.”

jo shudders out a breath as he wraps his hand around his length again. it's pink and throbbing, a bead of precum constantly sitting at the slit. he makes a quiet, pained noise as he starts stroking. his thighs shake with the effort to not buck into the feeling, another breath causing his body to shake on its way out.

he's grown more and more sensitive as the time has gone by, forty agonizing minutes of you telling him when to stop and when to continue. every time he feels even a lick of the promise of release, his skin catching fire with desperation, you give him the red light. it takes most of his strength to stop jerking himself off. on the times when he almost loses control, he wraps his hand around his base tightly, trying his best not to cum too early. the thought of disappointing you is much more unbearable than the sting of denying himself another orgasm. you give him the green light, he's right back at it, pace set to how you instructed, and he gives it his all to keep it up, to massage his tip when you tell him to. you always want him to give you a show, and he bites through the humiliation to do so. he can't help himself, it's like the promise of being good for you is all he knows in these moments, the only thought that keeps him tethered to the moment.

“red,” you say. jo drops his hand immediately, and his head falls to your thigh. his knees hurt from how long he's been kneeling on the floor, but he finds solace in between your legs, placing half-hearted kisses along the skin as long as you let him. he's trying to distract himself from the ache in his cock, and it's just barely working.

“you okay?” you ask softly, bouncing your thigh slowly. his head follows the movement, tired and pliant where it's resting. you card a hand through his hair and scratch his scalp lightly. he lets out a small, choked-off noise as you grip the strands and pull his head up. his lips are shiny with spit, there's a wet spot on your leg to match. “don't drool on me, jojo. what's your color?”

he says green, followed by a genuine i’m sorry as he wipes his mouth off. his voice is hoarse from how noisy he's been tonight.

“it's alright. come up here.” he does, following your lead as you pull his arm toward you. he settles in your lap, back against your chest. he looks so small like this, pliant but shy even now. his neck warms up as you trail kisses along it. he shivers when you drop quiet praises and promises to let him cum. he nods, his sweat-damp hair shaking gently with the motion. you leave one more kiss on his nose, right where the mole is, before saying, “green light.”

jo does as he's told, more eager than ever to slide his hand down his length. he's quicker as well. you remind him to slow down, that good boys are patient. he nods again, mumbling another sorry as he returns to the previous, slower pace. his eyes fall shut as he trembles, body sagging against yours. his soft pants turn into quiet gasps. his eyes flutter open to look up at you, waiting for you to tell him to stop. he won't cum without permission, but he also won't disobey you and take his hand off his cock. he's stuck in the middle, eyes squeezing shut again as he tries to keep himself together.

“getting close?”

he nods with a shaky breath, hair tickling your neck. you wrap your hands around his hips, sliding down until you're grazing his thighs. they shake under your touch with the threat to snap closed. you pin them apart with your legs. one of your hands digs nails into his skin, lightly, just deep enough to have another noise tumbling from jo’s mouth. your other hand travels lower until you're holding his tip between your fingers. you squeeze it gently. jo groans, deep and pained, but it tapers off into a high whine as you massage the head.

“close–” he whispers in warning. his hips jerk awkwardly, torn between chasing the sensation and pulling away in case he becomes too close too quickly without permission. you trail the hand not on his cock up to his chest instead, squeezing his pec lightly before massaging his nipple.

“close, close,” he pants again, louder, hoping that you don’t ignore him, that you give him some sense of direction. his hips stutter, trying to escape the sensation of his own hand and your touch. he whispers a string of useless pleas, hoping to get a response before it's too late. you pull your hand away from his chest and run it through his hair, pulling his head back. his hair has been getting longer, falling over his eyes. you tap him lightly. he blinks open, blurry with unshed tears as they find yours.

“good boy, my pretty boy. you can cum,” you say. he breathes out in relief right before you pull him into a kiss. your massages on his tip become more firm, more purposeful. he hiccups against your lips, barely kissing you back. his body stiffens as he cums, finally gaining the relief he's been chasing all night. you continue touching him longer than necessary, pulling away when he starts whining, shaking his head in protest.

“you got me all dirty,” you say, pressing more kisses to his warm face. he looks down to see what you mean, cum dripping from your fingers, cum splattered against your stomach. he doesn't meet your eyes again, opting to hide his face in your neck as his cheeks heat up even more, muttering another muffled apology.

#im mr freaky man is killing me

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blueberrybeomgyu · 24 days ago

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doing shibari on yuma.. (aka tying him up)

#&team hard hours #&team hard thoughts #andteam hard hours #andteam hard thoughts #andteam fics #&team x reader #andteam x reader #&team yuma #&team smut #yuma hard thoughts #yuma hard hours #blueberrybeomgyu #&team yuma x reader #fruit basket 𐙚🧺#basket 𐙚🧺: yuma 😺#I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS??

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blueberrybeomgyu · 24 days ago

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A LEASH THIS IS CRAZY SO YES. okay. so. im on dat spanking jo idea or lightly slapping him until his face is all red and sore. he has a thing for subtle pain i think, nothing too crazy or harmful but little stings and bites of pain here and there,. i think he'd be into being choked n gagged cause it's not like he talks s lot but this way he literally can't talk n all he can do i listen to you. if he wants something, he'll have to whine or cry out for it and it takes a while to get him to that point so at first he will just take whatever you wanna give him!!

choking jo,,, this has to be heaven. jo just pushing his hips closer to your touch cause he doesn't wanna ask for what he wants unless he really has to, i think he'd just be embarrassed about making demands or requests. i think hearing that jo wants to be tied up or gagged would be very surprising, like your initial thought would be "why? he's so nice/well behaved" but once you do it's all you can think about cause he looks so pretty bound to the bed, face wet with tears as he whines around your underwear stuffed in his mouth. i also think his thing for humiliation would be so surprising but something about him loves being pushed around and made to feel like he's just your doll. i love doll jo. i am being very strong not turning this into a jo dollification post rn.

hi kiwi

(i'm the city) can i get ur thoughts abt domming jo...like how'd he behave as a sub, what kind of treatment he's into, can i slap him around a little (just a little), how much do u think it would take to make him cry, can we talk about what he's packing down there. like if eellike he's not super long or thick but i feel like he's kinda on the thinner side idk. like not skinny but like. yknow. i feel like he's a nice sub, doesn't act out much if at all but maybe a little impatient when he's desperate? but i feel like it'd be a while before he makes his desperation known yknow...it's giving heavy pants and small whimpers cause i feel like he's shy but i think he'd have pretty whines when u get him to that point. okay, also i feel like bondage isn't necessary bc he wont touch u if u tell him not to like he's well behaved mhm what r ur thoughts if u have any

hihi berry 🤭🤭😝 sorry ive been sitting on this for a whole month i literally keep saying ima answer this and never do 💔 and ill get to your other ask quickly don’t worry 😏

BUT DOMMING JO THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS… lets get into it…. i think jo is a very good boy but i think he’d like it if you treated him like he wasnt 🫣 rough him up a little bit, he needs it fr. you could slap him, just a little though (on his face at least, jo into getting spanked possibly… heh) but you could be mean to him a little, choke him, gag him, pull his hair. it would probably be quite easy to make him cry, although it would take some pushing to get him to say exactly what he wants and how he feels regardless of if he’s in tears. i see what you’re saying about what he’s got down there and i agree, above average but nothing crazy, but its very pretty just like the rest of him

like i said about him needing a push to say what he wants, he does get a bit impatient when you’re teasing him for too long, he starts to whine and might move his hips to chase your touch,but you tell him he’s gonna have to speak up :p which i think would result in him quietly begging, it doesn’t matter how pathetic he really looks at this point he just wants to cum, but he’ll also take whatever you give him

bondage with jo… yes. immediately yes. he’s good, so good, where it’s never necessary but he craves it, wants to feel completely at your mercy, letting you have full control and all he can do is take it because it’s not like he can use his arms or legs :/ i think jo would love having a collar/leash and you can just pull him around and put him in whatever position you like 🤭 also likes the little tug and how it chokes him a little-

#can his collar be blue and pink #can kt have a little jo tag on it #and a bell #adding a read more like that makes this post shorter in any way that matters LOL #andteam hard thoughts #andteam hard hours #jo hard hours #jo hard thoughts #drabbles: jo 🐢જ #yayy

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blueberrybeomgyu · 24 days ago

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somehow feel like bunny & i got each other's LOL this is so sweet ty for tagging me!! @hyuukas @zynz0 @bonedo-enthusiast + anyone who wants to do it!! feel free <3

found this cute lil quiz to see which chiikawa character u are n i wanna see what u cuties get!!! i got momonga!! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

omg what do u think?!?!?! i deffo think this is me to a T 😭😭

np taggiez ᯓ★ @baekslight @bmbidoll @miabbh @mayamore @dejatiny @exosalt @babyueare @kimjunnoodle @babybearnini @sircnss @hellomynameis-jessica @littleflowercrown13 @dirtyrichboys @onyourj-uls @joons-dimple @spacequokka @starbunnyonfilm @guardians-of-exo @sweetjekyll @love-ultra-seven + anyone else who wants to play!!! ⋆˚࿔

#sweet things ◡̈

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blueberrybeomgyu · 1 month ago

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exactly spoken so well

୨⎯ "sleepyhead" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+:🍳:﹤content : 18+ mdni, sub!leehan x soft dom!reader, hand job, use of a vibrator, consensual somno, overstim, mention of subspace, use of petnames / wc : 1.6k, masterlist

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leehan shivers when cold air hits his body. the warm barrier he’s built through the night dissipates as you pull the duvet off of him. goosebumps litter across the velvety texture of his skin, but he accepts that, seems to find comfort even in the cold.

you climb over his body, hook the waistband of his boxers under your fingertips, and ever so slowly deprive him of those as well. it takes time and patience for you to guide the fabric down over his hips without causing him to stir, but this sweet boy deserves to be handled with care. he’s even colder now, goosebumps littering across the soft expanse of his thighs. his only form of communication is a quiet huff of breath that gets lost somewhere in the air, doesn’t quite reach your ears even in the otherwise still bedroom.

his eyelashes are fanning his cheeks and his lips are pink and parted when you look up at him. his breath settles once more, even and rhythmic, but you wait a few more seconds just to be sure he’s still asleep.

leehan’s never admitted how much he revels in being treated gently. punishment excites him, and he’s such a go-with-the-flow kind of person that he’s willing to take whatever you toss at him. still, you’ve seen the way he sighs and smiles when you reassure him how beautiful he is, how good he’s doing. even a reassuring phrase could relax him during a particularly harsh scene. when his eyes glaze over and unfocus, and his body stops fighting back, those are the only signs you need to be kinder, go slower. your relentless touches will become more gentle and considerate and leehan can work through the fog in his brain, can remember how to use his words again. in moments like that, even as you slowly work him through one more painful orgasm, he’s babbling about how much he loves you, how amazing you make him feel.

he has informed you how much he loves being woken up like this, startled out of slumber because you’re making him feel so good. the drowsiness clouds his mind and makes him more sensitive. he often feels like he’s wading through water, too weak to fight you off even if he wanted to. that’s exhilarating for the both of you. however, it’s almost too easy to send him into subspace that way, so you have to be mindful of that when you’re in control.

his member is resting against his stomach, unawakened and unbothered. you set his shorts in the hamper and grab the things you need–lube and the bullet you bought leehan as a joke–from the bedside table. you set them below the pillow, leveled with leehan’s rising and falling chest, then climb back over him. you sit back, trying not to put all of your weight on his thighs, but you end up doing so anyway. you pull the needed-items closer to yourself and pop the lid off of the lube. it’s cold when you spread it across your fingers. not wanting to make leehan even more miserable, you try to warm it up before touching him.

after a couple of minutes, you deem it room temperature at least. you use your clean hand to lift his member and wrap your lubed one around his base. he huffs again, louder this time, but doesn’t react otherwise. you stroke his member slowly with a loose grip, and his hips twitch. you stop when his eyelashes flutter, giving him time to settle back into the bed. when he does, you grab the lube again and squirt a little directly on his tip. you spread it around with your thumb, adding just a little bit of pressure, and the breath he pushes out is accompanied with the tiniest whimper. you go back to stroking his length, speeding up just a bit, until his hips try to lift up into the feeling.

when his length is hard and heavy in your hold, you reach for the vibrator. you rub a little bit of the mess on your palm around the toy, hoping to warm it up in the process, then press it against his tip. leehan seems to take a deep breath at the same time you do. you wait a few seconds just to be so sure that he’s still asleep. his breath is a little ragged, but he’s as calm as he can be otherwise, so you press the button to bring the bullet to life.

his reaction is immediate. he presses his hips into the mattress first, trying to get away from such intense and sudden stimulation. it doesn’t work, of course, and he ends up grinding into the feeling instead. you pretend to pull away, and he whines softly, hips chasing the vibrations. you’re less worried about waking him up now that you’ve actually got the vibrator on him. now, you’re more curious how much of this it would take to wake him up, so you turn up the setting. the toy gets louder as it vibrates faster, and leehan’s breath catches with another whimper. the rhythm he has as he fucks up against the toy falters, and his entire body trembles, and you know he’s waking up before his eyelashes even flutter open.

“g’morning, ihannie,” you say with a sweet tone. leehan tries to focus on you, but you rub the vibrator against him in tight, tiny circles, and his eyes unfocus again before they roll back. his quiet, whiny noises turn into loud, breathy gasps, and his eyes open again to look straight at you.

“feeling okay?”

“hmn–” he tries, stops when you up the setting one more time. there’s precum drooling out of his slit, getting the toy dirty, and you lean down to blow cold air on his wet tip.

he chokes on a whine and clutches his hands into his t-shirt to try to ground himself. then, he’s mumbling out half-spoken “please’s.” you hum in approval, and his hips jerk as sticky white splurts out of his cock. some of it lands on your chest. you turn the vibrator off and set it beside his stomach, which is quivering with his shaky breaths.

when his hips finally stop twitching, he releases his shirt and reaches for your hand instead. you indulge him, and use your free hand to wipe up the mess he made. you gather the cum on your chest with a finger, then tap the messy finger against his lips. it gets his lips dirty, but he opens his mouth almost immediately, swirls his tongue around it with cloudy eyes. you lean down to cup his cheeks and press your lips against his gently, and it’s not long before the kiss turns desperate. you swirl your tongue around his, tasting his mess yourself. when you pull away, leehan’s eyebrows are creased, and there’s a trail of string connecting the two of you. you planned to stop there, but he just looks so gorgeous under you that you kind of want to push him a little further.

“got a color for me, pretty?”

leehan swallows after he realizes that you’re not done. he’s afraid, but he nods and reaches up to tap your wrist three times. you peck his face a few more times then sit up straight. his eyes move slowly as he watches you reach for the toy again, watches you press it against that sensitive spot on his shaft, right below his head. you hold the toy there and flick your eyes back up at his. you wait until he looks up at you as well, and hold eye contact with him as you turn the vibrator onto the lowest setting.

“hah– mn, ff–” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to twitch out of your grasp.

“good?”

“go- s-so m-much–” his hands come to hold onto your shorts instead, fingers fidgeting against the fabric. you turn the setting up one. you don’t wanna hurt him, but you know he needs help getting another orgasm out so early in the morning.

“it's okay, hannie. just one more for me, hm?”

“o-one–” he stutters after you, fingers digging into your thighs as he tries to follow your lead.

“mhm. gonna look so pretty cumming again, yeah?”

“g-gonna look sso p-p– nng–”

his eyes roll back again, mouth falling open with a silent moan. his face crumples in a way that makes you worried he’s in pain, but the thought dissipates when he’s cumming again. you remove the vibrator, turning it off and throwing it somewhere on the bed. you wrap your hand around him again to work him through it.

“yeah, just like that, hannie. did so good for me,” you whisper. there’s less cum this time. it dribbles out of his slit steadily, making a mess on your hand. he uses one of his hands to cover his mouth and muffle the high, whiny noises he probably finds embarrassing.

he doesn’t say anything when his orgasm is over and your touch becomes too much. he looks at you with big, wet eyes and hopes you get the message. luckily for him, you’re always paying close attention. you pull your hand away from his cock and lick your fingers clean. his breath shudders as he watches you do so, fingers twitching against your thigh. you use your clean hand to trace circles up his abdomen and pull his hand away from his face so you can see it light up when you call him beautiful, stunning, your pretty boy.

he’s useless during the clean up, lying boneless against the sheets and twitching when you run a wet cloth across his sensitive areas. you discard the cloth and climb back into bed, and he’s pulling you into a tight, relentless hug the second he gets the chance. you sigh into the warm embrace and accept your fate. you assume you’ll be here for at least an hour, and it’s fair – surely good boys deserve cuddles, right?

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : trying a new layout!! wanna condense the descriptions, what do you think? i hope you're well and drinking water 💓

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