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i have known your blog since 2022, haven’t been able to check up on youu, one of my fav writers ehe how are you??💗

omg wait that’s so sweet, i can’t believe you’ve been around since 2022?? that means so much to me, fr 🫶

i’m doing good!! just trying to survive and write whenever i can lol, how have you been?

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teasing sebastian just enough to make him slip, like one firm order and he actually hesitates, eyes low, voice softer than usual when he says “yes, my lord/lady” 👀 i need him obedient for once pls 😭

"yes, my lady"

cw: sub sebastian · fem!dom reader · obedience · bondage (wrists) · orgasm denial teasing · edging · praise & degradation · humiliation

a/n: ughh yes i need a sebastian in my life just so i can do whatever i want with him… thank you for this idea, anon <33

sebastian's room was a temple of order and shadows. dark wood, immaculate sheets, the scent of incense and something else… something more human. and there he was: standing by the bed, face seemingly expressionless. but you noticed the little things. how his hands were clasped a bit too tightly behind his back. how his breathing was just a little deeper every time you took a step closer.

—close it.

your voice didn’t need to be loud. just the tone. he moved instantly, shutting the door behind you. his steps were silent, feline, like everything he did. but tonight… he wasn’t the one in control.

you sat at the edge of his bed, crossing your legs slowly. you looked up at him, scanning him from head to toe like you were deciding whether he was even worth your time. he noticed. and his jaw tensed.

perfect.

��undress. in front of me.

not a shouted command. a velvet trap. and he… fell for it.

slowly, methodically, he began removing each piece of clothing. the coat, the vest, the perfectly starched shirt. his gloves, his pants, all placed down in silence. when he was completely naked, his hands returned to their place behind his back, as if it gave him some illusion of control.

you stood. walked toward him. your fingers drew a slow line down his chest, lower, barely brushing.

—look at you. the perfect butler. and your cock’s already hard just from me looking at you. how pathetic.

his breath shook, just slightly. but enough.

—are you going to say something?

—no, my lady.

—good. learn to speak only when i let you.

you moved behind him, pulled a black tie from your pocket, and bound his wrists tightly. his arms now tense behind him. helpless. perfect.

—on the bed. on your knees. hands tied behind you.

he hesitated for a split second. glorious.

when he obeyed, you sat at the edge of the bed, your legs parted, his face between them. but you didn’t let him touch. you just watched him, playing with his hair, gently at first.

—you’re going to obey everything i say tonight. no complaining. no begging. no cumming.

he looked up.

—not even if you command it?

a laugh escaped you—low, cutting.

—how cute. you think you deserve that.

you grabbed his face and pressed it softly against your clothed center. he inhaled your scent. closed his eyes.

—i wonder, sebastian… how many times have you touched yourself thinking about this? kneeling, bound, face so close to my body you don’t know if it’s desire or punishment?

his cheek tensed against your thigh.

—never without your permission…

—oh, you adorable liar.

you yanked his hair hard enough to make him gasp against you.

—you’re going to prove your obedience now.

you pushed him onto the bed, on his back. arms still bound beneath him. his cock, hard, flushed, vulnerable.

you knelt beside his thigh and touched him. slow. soft. so soft it made him tremble.

and you stopped.

—want me to keep going?

—yes, my lady.

your tongue traced his abdomen. slow circles. you breathed against the base of his cock, without touching.

—beg better. like what you are. a desperate pet.

—please, my lady… i need your mouth. i don’t deserve anything, but… please…

a sharp slap on his thigh.

—that’s better. but you still haven’t said what you are.

—i’m yours. i’m your toy. your servant. whatever you want. only yours.

you took his cock in your hand, slowly stroking him. up and down. the exact rhythm to make his breath catch. as his body tensed, you let go.

and looked him dead in the eye.

—no.

—please…

another slap. harder.

—don’t tell me what to do.

you repeated the game. touching. teasing. licking the tip. pulling back. his muscles tensed. his breath broke. again. again. soft moans. bitten-back gasps.

and nothing.

—tell me, sebastian. how long can you take this? will you cum just from my words if i keep going?

—no… not without your permission…

—then listen closely: you’re not going to cum tonight. not a single drop. not even if you cry. not even if you kneel and beg with a broken voice. understand?

his body shook.

—yes… my lady.

—say thank you.

—thank you… for not letting me cum.

—that’s obedience.

you climbed over him without letting him inside. grinding against him, wet through your clothes, tormenting him. his hips lifted into you. desperate.

and still… you didn’t give it to him.

not tonight.

when you left him there, hard, trembling, panting without release, you kissed his cheek.

—tomorrow, if you behave, i’ll let you lick me. if you do well… maybe i’ll let you cum next week.

he closed his eyes.

wrecked.

obedient.

yours.

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ofc

Ciel just called Sebastian a whore

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“on my knees”

cw: sub!grell · male dom reader · blowjob (deepthroat) · face fucking · praise & degradation · choking · spanking · rough sex · multiple orgasms · unprotected sex · use of "whore/slut" as kink · consensual non-consent tones · a/n: ughhhhh. i love grell so much, i’d give everything for her 😭 please we need more sub grell content

the rain drummed against the dirty windows of the back alley behind the brothel on bracknell street. london, with its damp breath and decadent whispers, breathed a poisoned kind of eroticism that night. the fog slithered like an impatient lover between the cobblestones, and the streetlamps spilled an orange glow that felt too intimate for something so public.

grell sutcliff waited. leaning against the moss-covered wall, her red coat unbuttoned to reveal a nearly transparent silk blouse clinging to her damp skin. her scarlet hair, wet and gleaming like fresh blood, tumbled in messy waves over her back and shoulders. her lips were painted a deeper red, and her eyes, lined in black, scanned the mist with barely restrained hunger.

and then, you appear.

your boots strike with purpose, slicing through the murmur of the rain. no words are needed. grell recognizes you instantly. she straightens, like a feline sensing the right predator. her smile is both shameless and reverent.

"i knew you'd come..." she whispers, voice syrupy and husky. her body vibrates with anticipation, thighs clenched, heart pounding. she steps toward you, lowering her gaze in a spontaneous gesture of submission, though every fiber of her body screams theatricality.

you take her chin between gloved fingers. raise it firmly. her green eyes, blazing, meet yours. she knows there is no mercy there. only judgment.

"you’ve been playing, grell. i warned you not to."

she moans—not in pain, but from pure hunger. "i know... i’m sorry... but it’s so delicious to push your limits..."

you turn away. walk to the building’s back door and open it. you don’t look back. no need. her heels follow you obediently.

the room is modest. dark carpet. an oil lamp casting dancing shadows. a chair in front of a mirror, a black lace screen, and a bed draped in burgundy velvet sheets.

you close the door with a definitive click.

"undress."

the word drops like a seal.

grell doesn’t hesitate. her fingers tremble as she unbuttons the soaked blouse. each button a silent act of obedience. it falls wet and gleaming to the floor. then the corset. the straps. the skirt. until she stands in only black stockings and lace garters. her pale skin stark against it all.

you sit in the chair. watching. taking your time. because that’s what grell needs. not promises. not tenderness.

direction.

"kneel."

she gasps. her body moves before her mind. knees hit the carpet, stockings stretching. her hair cascades like a crimson curtain over an altar of profane devotion.

"i’m not an easy lady... but for you... i kneel."

the phrase is a whisper, soaked in adoration and lust, spoken like a blasphemous prayer.

your fingers touch her face. then tangle in her hair. you pull hard enough to make her lift her chin and look up at you. that expression. that complete surrender that lives only for you.

"then show me."

grell obeys. her hands, delicate, rest on your thighs. she slowly unbuckles your belt, your pants, freeing you. her breath trembles as she feels the heat of your hardened cock against her face. she opens her lips with wicked devotion, taking you in without hesitation, letting out a muffled moan that vibrates from deep in her throat.

she swallows every inch like a punishment-starved creature, lips red and stretched, wet and gleaming with spilled saliva. her cheeks flush, mascara smudged. she looks up at you as her mouth works desperately to please. every thrust from you earns a choked moan from her.

"swallow, precious slut. i don’t want a single drop outside your mouth."

she moans around your cock, obedient, as you hold her head and set the rhythm—hard, unrelenting. her throat opens without resistance. she gags, but doesn’t stop. she wants it. craves it. offers herself with tears streaking her cheeks, moaning as if her only joy is being used by you until the end.

when you decide she’s done, you pull back with a growl. she gasps for air, makeup smeared, chest trembling. she licks her stained lips like a proud whore who’s served well.

"please... give me more..." she pants. "i want to feel you... inside."

you shove her onto the bed. she falls back, legs open, trembling. you position over her, thrusting in without warning. grell screams, arching. you fill her completely.

you take her without mercy. your hips crash into her flesh with brutal rhythm. the sound of skin on skin fills the room. she screams, moans, begs incoherently. you only grunt, mark her neck, bite her shoulder as you claim her.

"this what you wanted, whore? to be fucked like an obedient slut?"

"yes! yes, please, don’t stop!"

her nails claw your back. her body shakes beneath you, soaked, burning, utterly submissive. you give her more. deeper. harder. until she unravels, screaming your name with an orgasm that shatters her.

and you don’t stop.

because you’re not done showing her what it means to be yours.

grell had barely caught her breath when you grabbed her hair, roughly, forcing her to roll over onto her stomach across sheets soaked in sweat and desire. her body still trembled with the spasms of her previous orgasm, but you gave her no mercy.

"who said you were done?"

she gasped, voice ragged, broken by excitement. "no one... i’m still yours."

you spread her legs with your knee, holding her wrists behind her back with one hand. your other hand traced slowly down her spine, claiming territory, until it reached the curve of her ass.

"tonight you won’t be worshipped, grell. tonight you’ll be used. like the filthy whore you are for me."

a harsh smack to her ass made her scream, not in pain, but in craving. another. and another. until her skin flushed red and quivered under your fingers. each strike was an unspoken sentence. each gasp, a barely held plea.

"count."

"one... ah... two... three..."

her voice cracked, but she didn’t stop counting until you chose to. then, without letting go of her wrists, you took her again, from behind. your body slammed into hers with a brutal, deep thrust. she screamed your name like it was all she had left.

"look at you... dripping wet... you fucking love being fucked like a submissive bitch, don’t you?"

"yes, yes, yes, fuck! i’m yours!~"

your rhythm turned savage, almost feral. each thrust shoved her into the bed, her moans became screams, her body wholly surrendered to your will. the room reeked of sex, sweat, burning skin. of you. of her. of shared sin.

you released her just long enough to flip her again and drag her to the edge of the bed. one hand wrapped around her throat as you slammed back into her. your eyes locked on hers, burning with power, with hunger. her mouth hung open, moaning your name like a forbidden prayer.

"who are you, grell? say it."

"i’m yours... only yours... your slut, your toy, whatever you want..."

"that’s right."

when you came inside her again, you did it mercilessly, filling her with every drop, forcing her to hold your gaze. there was no tenderness. only domination.

and she wanted nothing else.

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“are you embarrassed they’ll hear you?”

cw: sub!jinshi x fem!dom!reader · semi-public setting · hand over mouth · muffled moaning · orgasm denial · begging · light humiliation · possessive/degrading language

a/n: because this won the poll... ughhhh i’m so in love with this man and i need more of him as a sub <333 i’m obsessed fr i love him so much 🫠💗

the air still smelled like incense and sweet wine when you followed him through the palace corridors. jinshi walked ahead with that elegant, measured pace that always made you smile… and at the same time, stirred something darker inside you. he’d been teasing you all through the meeting: lingering glances, sharp words wrapped in politeness, that smug little smile when his fingers brushed the rim of your cup as he poured your drink.

he knew what he was doing. he knew he was provoking you. he knew you wanted to drag him into a corner and ruin the dignity he clung to.

you didn’t say a word as you caught up and grabbed his arm, guiding him into a small resting chamber at the end of the hallway. he didn’t resist. he didn’t even pretend to be surprised. he simply let you shut the door firmly behind you, and press him against the stone wall without warning.

—what was that? —you murmured, barely brushing your lips along his jaw. your breath grazed his skin, and you saw him tense. —what…? —he tried to act calm, but his voice wavered.

your fingers gripped his chin, firm. you made him look at you.

—don’t play with me. you know exactly what you’re doing with that mouth.

jinshi swallowed. his lips were slightly parted. he wanted you to kiss him. he wanted you to do exactly what you were about to do. and you, as always, were going to give it to him… your way.

your hands slid to his waist, tracing the soft fabric of his ceremonial robes. you pushed him until his back hit the stone, holding him there, your body fully pressed against his. his breath hitched.

—there are guards… they could... —he started, but you cut him off.

—then you’d better not make a sound.

your words froze him. jinshi’s eyes widened just a little, as if unsure whether to be aroused or afraid. but his body… his body had already decided.

you felt it. hard against you. hot. trembling.

your fingers drifted slowly along his waist now, nails lightly scratching. you felt his stomach tighten. his lips stayed shut, but his breathing betrayed him.

—so easy, jinshi… —you whispered at his ear. —is it really that easy when i talk to you like this?

—n-no… it’s not...

—then tell me what it is. —your voice dropped lower. darker. possessive.

he didn’t answer. he couldn’t.

and you, pleased, pinned him harder to the wall, making it clear this conversation was no longer about words.

you didn’t give him a chance to speak. the moment you felt his body give in, his breath breaking against your neck, you brought a firm hand to his mouth and made him shut up.

—no words —you whispered, your lips barely grazing his as your palm covered the last of his voice.

jinshi let out a small moan, muffled in your fingers. his eyes went wide, bright, a little red at the corners from the tension. he shifted slightly under you, and that was all it took to feel him—so hard, so ready, so desperate for more.

your other hand drifted down his chest, slow, teasing. his robes were a soft obstacle, easy to part. you undid them with precision, exposing more of his skin little by little, letting the cold air make him shiver before you warmed him with your touch.

his mouth stayed covered. your grip didn’t soften. every time you stroked a bit lower, his body tensed. every time your hips pressed into his, he let out another muffled gasp that pulsed hot against your palm.

—so pretty when you try not to scream —you murmured, and his lashes fluttered.

you loved that tremble. loved seeing how this man, usually so proud, so composed, was completely undone by just your touch and a single command.

you leaned your forehead against his. closed your eyes for a moment, feeling him pant through his nose, lips parting and closing against your hand like he was trying to bite the air.

your other hand slipped lower. now you were over his underwear. and you touched him.

jinshi arched hard against the wall. he choked out a noise, muffled. his hips pushed forward for more. his body shook like he was on the edge of breaking, and you’d barely started playing with him.

—shhh… —you said, licking softly along his cheek. —you don’t have permission to come. or to speak. or for anything, really. you’re mine tonight. only mine.

and he nodded. eyes wet. lips red. every part of him saying do whatever you want to me.

and you planned to.

you could feel him trembling beneath you. his whole body was strung tight, like a bow about to snap. his breath came in shallow, broken gasps against your palm—his mouth still covered, damp and trembling. he didn’t need to speak. his body said everything.

when you rolled your hips against him—slow at first—it was intentional. your fingers dipped just enough to shift your clothes aside, then his, aligning him with a smooth, almost casual motion… like this was as natural as breathing.

jinshi shivered from head to toe as you sank down on him. you didn’t make a sound. didn’t say a word. you just looked into his eyes. and started to ride him.

your hand stayed firm over his mouth. your hips moved with deep, dominant rhythm. you gave him no space to think. every time he tried to shift, you pinned him. every time he moaned, your palm pressed tighter.

—just like that… stay still, pretty boy —you whispered. —let me do everything.

his body obeyed, but the sounds leaking from behind your hand were soaked in need. muffled whines, soft and desperate. every time you felt him clench around you, your smile deepened. you kept him right on the edge—and left him there.

you rode him with measured force. slow. cruel. you knew exactly what it was doing to him. you knew he was falling apart, wanting to beg, crying under your hand without a single visible tear.

—look at me —you ordered.

he opened his eyes. they were red, wet. begging.

you leaned in and licked the tear sliding down his cheek. —so pretty when you cry without making a sound.

you moved faster now. deeper. you felt him tremble harder with each thrust, his body chasing something you wouldn’t give him yet. not without him begging.

and you, without lifting your hand, without slowing your rhythm, still riding him like he was nothing but yours—knew that moment of surrender… that exact second when he breaks… was coming.

and you were going to see it all. without letting him speak.

jinshi couldn’t hold himself up anymore. his legs were shaking, chest rising and falling with every moan muffled into your palm. his eyes were bloodshot, pleading, lost. sweat trailed down his neck while you kept moving on him—relentless, cruel, perfect.

he wasn’t even pretending to resist now. his body had fully surrendered, arching with every thrust, begging for the release you hadn’t said he could have.

—do you want to come, jinshi? —you whispered into his ear, voice soft and dangerous.

he nodded frantically, a broken sound muffled against your hand. —mmhnh… mmh!!— but you didn’t let go.

—i didn’t give you permission —you said, and slammed your hips harder into him.

that broke him. his body tensed under you, trembling like he was about to collapse, and then… he came.

he moaned hard into your palm, eyes wide, glossy. his entire body shuddered. he spilled over, helpless, hips bucking into you with frantic need. he looked at you like he’d sinned. like he’d failed you.

like he needed you to decide what he was worth now.

you kept him there for a few seconds, still buried inside, your weight pinning him against the wall, hand still over his mouth, his breath wrecked. then, you let him go.

jinshi slumped into you, arms weakly wrapping around your waist, forehead resting on your shoulder. he was shaking. his lips murmured something—not your name. apologies. pleas.

you held him. one hand in his hair, the other stroking his back gently.

—shhh… there, there. it’s over. good boy.

he whimpered softly against your neck.

—you disobeyed me, jinshi —you whispered. —but i’ll forgive you. this time.

his body clung to you tighter. he didn’t speak. he just let you hold him.

and you, feeling him tremble in your arms, knew you had tamed him again.

that he was yours. completely yours.

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option 1 . “embarrassed they'll hear you?” riding him against the wall, hand over his mouth, moaning under you.

option 2. “serve your mistress/master well.” on his knees, obedient tongue, you guiding him with a fistful of hair.

option 3. “my imperial jewel.” tied to the throne, in silk and jewels, you use yourself on him without touching him.

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yess happy birthday!! I really hope that you enjoyed ur day!! ur my fav mutual on here so I hope you did something special 💗💗🎉🎉

awww thank you so much!! i had a really great time, and you’re the best mutual fr <3 🫶💖

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Oh my goddd happy birthday!! I hope you have a wonderful day 🫶💐

thank you so much, love!, i've had such a good time 💓🥰✨

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niik...

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY I REALLY HOPE SO IF NOT READ THIS WHEN IT IS 🗣🫶🫶

yesss it’s my birthday today!!! thank you es, you remembered <3 🥹🎉💕

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i was watching the latest episode of black butler and damn you vincent phantomhive… you’re so fine i’d literally suck the soul outta you 😩 someone please tell me i’m not the only one obsessed with vincent pls i’m begging 🧎‍♀️💀

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cw: r!video, male masturbation, moaning, vocal sub

men who moan under blankets >>>

definitely: kim dokja!!

he’s the kind of man who hides under the blanket completely—head to toe—back trembling, thighs clenched tight, and you’re just listening to him try not to be loud while he touches himself.

but he is.

he bites the pillow, muffles it best he can, but those little whimpers still slip out. breathy, shaky, and when he finally moans your name—all wrecked and broken—you know he’s already falling apart under there.

he tries to act cold, unreadable, like he’s above it, but he’s so vocal you’d want to record him just to play it back later—watching him melt from embarrassment while he hears himself sob for you.

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— soft boy, messy pants, sub!bob reynolds —

cw: sub!bob reynolds, fem!dom reader, shy bob, first french kiss, grinding/masturbation through clothes, cockwarming through fabric, orgasm denial (brief), handjob, praise kink, soft domming

a/n; first time writing anything marvel and ever since i saw thunderbolts pretty bob he hasn’t left my mind… like the softest sub ever pls 😩💗

bob reynolds no knew how to handle you when you got too close—not really. not when you touched his arm during casual conversation, not when you looked at him like you knew, and especially not when you leaned in one evening with that lazy, predatory smile and kissed him like he was yours to unravel.

he stiffened at first, lips soft and hesitant under yours. you could feel the restraint in him—like he was trying not to breathe too deep, not to do anything that would fuck it up. but when your tongue brushed against the seam of his lips, he gasped—just enough—and you took it.

a slick, wet kiss. tongues sliding together. your hand in his hair. his whole body shivering under it like it was too much.

“mmh—ah…” he whimpered into your mouth, completely overwhelmed. he wasn’t used to this—not the heat of a real kiss, not the way you kissed him like you owned the air he breathed. when you finally pulled back, he was flushed, panting, eyes wide and glossy, a string of spit still connecting your lips to his.

you looked down—he was hard. painfully hard. straining beneath those soft grey sweatpants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. you didn’t even try to hide your smirk.

“baby…” you cooed, hand trailing down his stomach, fingertips brushing just above the waistband. “you get this worked up from one kiss?”

he let out a broken breath. “i… i-i don’t—mmnh—”

you slid your hand down, cupping him through the fabric, and he moaned, thighs tensing beneath you. the way his cock twitched under your palm, the way it leaked through the material, made your mouth water. big. thick.

“you poor thing,” you murmured, palming him slowly. “no one’s touched you like this, huh?”

his head tipped back against the couch, lips parted, lashes fluttering. he nodded, helpless. your hand moved faster, the heat of his cock soaking through the cotton.

“just from a kiss and a little rubbing, and you’re already like this…”

“i-i can’t—i’m gonna—” he sobbed softly, hips twitching.

you leaned in close, your voice right at his ear. “cum in those cute pants for me, bob. make a mess, baby.”

and he did.

he gasped, body convulsing, his cock jerking under your hand as hot, wet release spilled into the fabric—sticky and visible, his sweatpants darkening at the crotch as he cried out your name. trembling, ruined, soaked in his own cum, breathing like he’d just flown to the edge of space and back.

you kissed him again—slower this time—and whispered against his lips,

“good boy.”

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I love you please don't go bald

LMAO i’ll try my best 😭😭 thank u ily too!

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— good boy, joonghyuk —

cw: sub yjh, dom reader, gender neutral, bondage (wrist restraints), edging, oral sex (male receiving), orgasm denial, praise kink, humiliation (light), teasing, rough tenderness

yoo joonghyuk, proud regressor, battle-hardened and razor-edged as always, wasn’t used to yielding. especially not like this—tied wrist to wrist above his head, shirtless, his chest rising and falling beneath your gaze, not from fear but from the slow-burning fire of anticipation that refused to smolder out. his jaw was set, eyes locked with yours, but there was no defiance anymore. not after the way your fingers had traced the veins of his forearms like a cartographer mapping each detail with reverent intent—then pressed him back into the mattress with an ease that left no doubt who was in control.

his voice came low, gravel-thick, even as he fought to sound unaffected. “this is… unnecessary.”

your palm slid along his sternum, deliberately slow, thumb brushing over a nipple just to see the flicker of reaction he couldn’t hide. “then why are you so hard already?”

he growled—something short, sharp, defiant—but the blush riding high on his cheeks betrayed him. the tip of his cock glistened, twitching under your touch as you finally wrapped fingers around the shaft, squeezing just hard enough to make him hiss, head tipping back against the pillow. the muscles of his stomach tightened beneath your hand.

“tsk. look at you.” you leaned close, breath hot by his ear, and the words dripped sweet like venom. “you keep pretending you’re resisting, but your body? it’s begging me.”

“nnngh… shut up,” he muttered, but the hitch in his throat, the stutter of his hips into your hand betrayed how much he wanted it—wanted you, like this. with all the violence of a man trying to rewrite fate and none of the power to change what you were doing to him now.

you shifted downward, lips trailing a line from his collarbone to the hollow beneath, tongue swirling where skin was thin and sensitive. he arched, caught off-guard by how tender it was. he’d expected brutality, but you gave him no such predictability. you gave him heat, yes—your grip now pumping slow, merciless—but also softness, kisses layered along the inside of his thigh, the faintest breath ghosting over his swollen length, denied.

“f-fuck…” he choked, hips jerking up, trying to guide himself into your mouth, but you only pressed his hips back down with firm hands. “you’re doing this on purpose.”

you glanced up from between his legs, expression cool and sure, one brow raised. “of course i am. you want to cum? you earn it, joonghyuk.”

he shuddered, head rolling back, the corded strength of his arms flexing against the bindings above. you slid your tongue along the underside of his cock, slow and torturous, dragging a broken moan from him: “hhhah… fff-fuck, please—”

the word spilled out raw and guttural. joonghyuk never begged. but now?

now, he couldn’t help it.

you took him in inch by inch, lips slick around him, tongue curling to tease the spot that made him jolt, body going taut. his thighs trembled, his voice cracking as you sucked harder, one hand playing with his balls while the other pressed against his chest, holding him firm as he writhed under the attention.

“hhaa… haah—! i—i can’t, i’m gonna—!”

you pulled off with a wet pop just before he could tip over the edge, and he sobbed, actually sobbed with frustration, cock throbbing angrily in the open air. “no! don’t—please…”

he didn’t even realize what he was saying until it was out. the silence after was thick with shame and arousal, eyes wide, lips parted, utterly undone. you smiled, dark and warm, before you leaned back in and whispered it against his lips:

“then ask me like you mean it.”

“…please,” he rasped, breath hitching. “please make me cum, i can’t—need it—need you—”

the sound he made when you finally gave it to him, took him in again, was halfway between a whimper and a scream, loud and hoarse and helpless. his hips bucked, out of rhythm, his orgasm slamming into him so hard it left him breathless, hot spurts of cum flooding your throat as his whole body seized and trembled.

and as he collapsed back against the sheets, spent and twitching, chest heaving with aftershocks, you traced a finger up his thigh and murmured:

“good boy.” 💕

his answer came in a soft, broken noise—half a groan, half a moan—utterly ruined and blissfully obedient.

a/n: me? obsessed with orv? nooo… just casually thinking about it 24/7, it’s fine 😇

[niilue]

suddenly got the urge to write something super angsty about yjh…

like. emotionally devastating. painful in a tender way. something that makes me put my laptop down and stare at the ceiling for 10 minutes.