#sub riize

[blueberrybeomgyu]

thinking of overstimulating anton until he’s a whimpering mess. he’d be so whiny and would try to kiss you as much as he can just to be less noisy. he’d be so cute too, he loves you so much he always lets you do whatever you want to him, he trusts you fully.😶IM SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN ITS NOT RVEN A JOKE ANYMORE

anon i love the way you think!! i haven't let myself think about overstimulating anton bc if i do i might never be the same, but now you've got me thinking about it, sooo....am i really to blame??

he always strikes me as a bit handsy, i think if you're still jerking him off after he has already cum, he'd gasp and try to pull your hand away

"you're so pretty when you cum, toni, can't you show me again?" you'd ask sweetly, and anton secretly lovesss when you dote on and compliment him, so he'd nod his head and squeeze his eyes shut. soon enough, he's bucking into your hand and covering his mouth as he cums again. he's shaking and pulling you down to kiss him through the mix of pain and pleasure, too embarrassed to listen to his own desperate noises.

if you're riding him, he tries so hard to wait until you finish to cum himself, but your walls are so soft and gummy, and they're squeezing him just right, and sometimes he's cumming before he can even try to stop himself.

you keep riding him, bringing yourself to your own orgasm, and he tries to stop you, to pull you off of him, but his grip is too weak. you compliment him again, tell him how perfect he is, and he'd do anything for you, so his hands end up falling back on the bed lamely.

in these moments he struggles the most keeping his noises in, whining and babbling quietly about how sorry he is, how it's too much, he can't take it. despite his words, he's thrusting his hips up to meet yours. when he sees that you're cumming, how beautiful you look fucking yourself through it, he's spilling into you again, pulling you down to kiss him more.

i think two would be his limit, but a day might come when you feel like it's the right time to push him further, see if he can come apart for you a third time. of course he says he can't, begs you to stop, but the burn feels so good, he can't help the way he's fucking into your hand/cunt. he's so overwhelmed by the sensation that he can't even speak, tears falling down his cheek as he sobs through another orgasm, too weak to even pull you down for a kiss.

✧･ﾟ: *

[theyluvangel]

Sub!Kpop twt links

A/n: I’m alive and I’m aware &team is Jpop, but I added it anyways

Treating Jaehyun like the puppy he is (BND)

Anal play with dressed up Zhang Hao (ZB1)

Overstimulating Xiaojun (NCT)

Giving Anton a handjob (Riize)

Tied up and overstimulated Dino (SVT)

Changbin fucking himself in the shower (Skz)

Sensitive Mingyu (SVT)

Harua can’t handle the overstimulation (&team)

What Jungkooks actually doing in the military (BTS)

Mark cumming in his underwear (NCT)

Spanking Mingi while his dicks in between your legs (Ateez)

The videos Jisung sends to you during the day (Skz)

Jungwon when you’re not there to help him (enha)

Another a/n: Let me know if you guys want to see more nsfw links!

[oimitocat]

IF I TOUCH YA… | OS

༘۠ anton x m!reader

༘۠ nonidol! au + swimmer!anton + swimmer!reader + rivals with benefits + angst + nsfw + shower sex + technically public sex

༘۠ a/n: i’m still new to riize, please spare me. i’m sorry if this suck, i’m literally trying to get back into my writing mojo. [i’m trying because shotaro and sungchan redebuted ;( ] angst cus i LOVE angst ;)

“DAMNIT!” you growl, slamming your fist against the shower door.

anton, anton, anton.

that’s the only thing— the only name bouncing around your head. the (beautiful) idiot beat you by a—

“SECOND. A FUCKING SECOND!” you fume, the hot water running down your back doesn’t help, the steam giving you comedic energy with your emotions.

it’s a reoccurring situation, you beat him one day, he beats you another day. yet this whole week he’s been beating you by mere seconds.

“n/n…” his soft voice comes out from outside the shower stall.

“what.” you grunt, angrily scrubbing the shampoo in your hair.

you know he’s standing outside, fidgeting. what you don’t know is how fast his heart is racing, how anxious he is at the sound of you being so angry. he knows you’re competitive, he is too, yet he had always hoped it wouldn’t affect the friendship or companionship he was trying to have with you.

“the hell do you want, lee?”

he takes a deep breath, glancing back at the shower room door. almost everyone had left, except the coach which said he’ll go to his office and watch his anime.

“are you going to sulk like a sore loser or go home de-stressed?”

he jolts when your door flies open with a slam. you’re glaring at him but his eyes fly down, below your hips. he’s not hiding anything, why would he? he came inside the shower room with purpose, no towel on with purpose.

“so that wasn’t a one time thing?” you question, raising a brow.

he hesitates, looking around and playing innocent. “did you want it to?”

he gasps when you yank him by the wrist. he’s genuinely surprised at how fast you accepted the invitation, he thought you’d put up more of a fight but no, clearly you wanted your vengeance. he almost pushes you away, but your lips on his is just a beautiful feeling. this is the only time you actually give him something other than a glare or competitive comments. he’s all bark no bite, this is exactly how you two tangoed the first time, except that time you only took a blowjob from him.

left his throat sore and his tongue felt heavy during the entirety of the next day, the ghost of your dick in his mouth there.

he’s not a virgin, by no means, but he’s never done something this crazy. fucking in the shower room? what if someone forgot their shampoo or something and tries to come in? what if their coach decided to do his job and actually check up on you two for once?

you grip his hips, pushing him against the stall wall, the water still running. your lips are over his neck, nipping and kissing. he gets lost in that sensation, his hands coming up to mess with your wet hair.

your body is hot, the water burning your skin. he’s not a hot shower person, so apart from him already feeling sweaty in your hands, the steam isn’t helping with his libido. he tugs at your hair when you trail down his chest and stomach. his hips twitch forward as you go lower. he’s so hard it’s embarrassing.

“don’t look at me as if i’d help you with it.”

and you embarrass him. of course you do.

“you clean?” you ask as you come back up and eye his plush, wet lips.

his eyes are naturally doe, you almost find it cute. (who are you kidding, it absolutely is. you wanna to destroy him, corrupt him so bad).

“yeah,” his voice is always soft, yet you fell in love with how hoarse and raspy you can make it sound.

“fine, let me show you how much you piss me off,” you growl, placing your hands behind his thighs and swooping him up in one swift movement.

you grunt, forgetting how tall and built this boy is. he cling to you out of fear, his heart racing. this is new to him and doing it with you just brings out a rush he never new he’d experience. yet, despite the arousal and sexual hunger, he eyes you with a hint of perplexion. are you joking? you don’t actually get pissed off at him, right? but of what? him beating you lately or his existence in general?

he can’t ponder about it for more than a mere second before your fingers spread his cheeks apart. he hooks his ankles behind you, securing himself in your hold as you push in. you make a small, almost silent noise when your tip pushes the moist gland.

“h-hold on, grab me right,” he gasps as his arms wrap around your neck again.

“this isn’t easy, idiot,” you huff, “you’re not exactly small or light.”

he closes his eyes when some water drips from the top of his head. yet, when he feels you thrust he snaps them open and gasps.

“fuck, you’re so warm,” you grunt, pulling him down by the hips to slam into him.

it’s taking everything in you to hoist him up and move him. a hardcore arm workout, but one you know you’ll enjoy. you place a soft kiss, contrasting your brutal movements, onto his wet skin, making him moan— his neck is sensitive to kisses. especially with how wet and hot yours are.

from the rush in the moment, you build the pace and stamina to fuck him into the wall. his arms tighten around you, his airy moans echoing softly. he’s trying to be silent just in case, or at least you think. is he always this soft voiced? you grin— could you make him get loud?

you pull out entirely before slamming back inside. his breath hitches and his eyes snap open again.

“ah- oh fuck-!” he squeaks as you slam him down onto you.

his dick flops uselessly between the two of you. your fingers dig into the softness of his flesh in his ass, nails digging into him. you’ll leave marks, he knows it. yet, that’s what he’s hoping for, because where you’ll look at him nasty for doing the drills perfectly or getting praised for his renewed charts , he’ll know those marks happened when you looked at him with something other than hate.

you aim like you’re on a mission, which you are. the wet sound of skin against skin bounces around the shower walls. the running water isn’t loud enough anymore— you’re grunting as you chase your high and anton is letting out high pitched whines.

he presses his cheek against the side of your face. you feel so good, he can feel you splitting him open. he can feel the warmth of your dick inside his equally warm walls.

“y-y/n, you feel so good,” he pants out. “guess you’re good at something.”

fuck. that literally pissed you off. like, maybe not exactly in a way where his words irked you, but in the sense that it drove you to keep proving him right since he clearly wants to be right.

he grunts and moans when you get brutal. you’re growling and digging your nails into his skin.

“ah, ah,” his thighs twitch around your waist, a clear sign he’s getting close and sensitive.

you let out heavy breaths, a gruttal moan leaves your throat as you feel your climax building.

“imagine coach comes in here and sees his best swimmer getting fucked like a slut,” you cackle between your grunts. you feels his hole clench around you and you can’t help but feel amused at that. “you wanna get caught being a slut? what would the school think?” his breathing turns more erratic, “what would your daddy think?”

“fuck- y/n stop,” he tries but you just feel so good slamming into him that he just sounds stupid.

“the district stars fucking in the shower rooms, what a header,” you grin as you push your hips flush into his reddened ass cheeks, spilling deep into him.

he shudders, your warm seed sending him over the edge. he can’t even bask in the post-orgasm for a second because you pull out and set him back on his feet. you feel the pull in your shoulder blades, this is going to be embedded in your muscles for a while. yet you don’t find yourself showing any shred of care for him when you notice how wobbly his legs are.

“just watch, i’ll make sure you become a good fuck more than a good swimmer, lee.” you grunt, stepping out of the shower stall while glaring at him.

his heart aches, but he just throws you a lazy, lustful smile. because he knows that as long as he beats you, you’ll take out your anger on him.

and that would mean he’ll mean something to you. one way or another.

[escapistgarden]

Sub!sohee headcannons!

♡Loving you is really all that's on my mind

content warnings: sexual content. Size kink, sub!idol, berry lays pipe, overstimulation, pegging, use of sex toys (m.receiving), cock sucking (a fake one), sexting.

Thank you for reading & requesting!

♡tag: @blueberrybeomgyu

-sohee has a size kink. He knows how small he is and he doesn't mind being manhandled. He loves the feeling of being caged in by you, the very thought of it makes his cock so hard.

-you put him where you want him and he stays there. He's so obedient and eager to please you. Sohee loves it when you come before him, it makes him feel even smaller then he already is.

-you control when or if he comes. He's definitely not above begging you to touch him. He grinds his hips against yours trying to match pace. From above sohee looks so pretty like this. Lips puffy and red, hair made wet from sweat and his pretty neck littered in hickeys. Even deeply lost in pleasure sohee knows better than to come before he gets permission.

-it doesn't happen often but sometimes sohee begs you to fuck him. He gets desperate about it. If he really wants it, you come home to him four fingers deep in his hole whining for you. He likes to fuck you slow and sweet but he wants it hard and fast.

-he likes to make it wet, stretching his pretty lips over your strap. Sohee loves when you press into his mouth, sliding the cock across his tongue. The sounds he makes are obscene, filling the room with loud wet slurping sounds.

-sohee takes it on his back, legs pulled up and knees locked near his head. You press into him all at once, just the way he likes. You thrust are hard and fast. He falls apart so easily, reaching out for you to hold his hand. You fuck him through his first orgasm and the four after.

-sohee is an attention whore! He sends you naughty pictures at work. It starts off with pictures of his face. Innocent little kissy faces and winks, but then it's his chest, his pink nipples pebbled in the cool air. when you don't respond he sends videos of him stroking his cock and moaning so pretty. He knows he'll get punished for it but that's apart of the fun.

-sohee is a pervert! He loves experimenting with toys. He sends you links all day to website with sketchy pop up ads. He’s all worked up over some new toy. He bought a vibrating butt plug once with a app to control it. He didn't make it through your midnight walk.

-He loves having his cock overstimulated. No matter how sore he is after, he'll ask for it the next time you guys have sex. It sends him deeper into his headspace. He likes being fucked stupid.

-sohee may be a little obsessed with sex, but he's the sweetest boyfriend ever. He loves to buy you nice things and plan elaborate dates. He can't get enough of being held by you or holding your hand. Sohee is the softest boy ever.

[roxoxoxoxy]

for prompt game..

23 with anton? i feel like it’s so hun coded 😭

IT IS IT IS🫣

I made this pretty heavy Dom!reader, hope you don't mind. It kinda switches at the end but its kind of a cliff hanger.

Didn't bother proof reading this so excuse any typos pretty please.

Prompt game list

23- "You like that baby?" You ask, and see the column of their throat bob, along with a nod.

Minors dni

You wake up in the middle of the night to Anton tossing and turning on his side of the bed, constantly adjusting his pillow or moving his body around, groaning as he just can't seem to get comfortable. You blink your eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room before turning around to face him.

"What's wrong?" Your voice is still uneven due to sleep, you squint your eyes as you try to look at him.

".....nothing." His voice still sounds normal so you can only assume he didn't wake up from sleep, rather he hadn't slept at all. You reaching your arm towards him, pulling yourself closer.

"cmon, tell me what's wrong, you're worrying me" you press yourself against his side, trying to cuddle up to him, but rather than relaxing like he usually does, Antons entire body stiffens. You look at him confused, about to ask him again what's wrong when he turns to face you, burying his face into your neck. That's when you feel it, pressing up right above your thigh.

"In the middle of the night? You're so needy." Anton whines at you words, the sound causing a smile to spread across your face. "You know I'm right, Can't get yourself off without me?"

"Stop teasing." He pouts, if you could see properly you'd be able to see his ears turning a pretty shade of pink.

"alright then, Sit up straight. Boxers off, hands behind you, with your back facing the headboard" you have to hold back a giggle at how fast he sits up, practically ripping off his boxers as he tossed them to the other side of his room, he gets rid of his shirt too, leaving him completely bare. He leans back against the headboard, intertwining his fingers behind his back so you have free reign to do what you want to him.

"You look so pretty like this, maybe I should tie you up and take a few pictures." You can't hold back the massive grin that takes over your face when he pouts at you, shaking his head 'no'.

There's something exhilarating about dominating a man that could easily have his way with you but chooses not to. He's here because he wants to be, he wants you to have control over him. You sit between his legs, using your nails to tease the inside of his thighs, giggling when he throws his head back and whines.

"Please just touch me already...I'll be so good" the tone of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, you try not to press your thighs together.

"But I am touching you."

"Please- baby I can't do this right now, please I'll be a good boy just touch me" you take in a sharp breath, hearing him beg is turning you on more then you thought it would.

You swallow thickly, slowly reaching for his cock, wrapping your hand around it. Anton moans when you finally touch him the way he needs, eyes rolling back the second you start slowly stroking his cock.

"You like that baby?" You ask, and see the column of his throat bob, along with a nod. You stop stroking, giving him a stern look. "Use your words."

"yes I like it- fuck don't stop please I like it so much- please please" he rambles on until you start stroking him again, with hour desperate he is you're sure it won't take long until he's cumming all over your hand.

"Want me to kiss you while you cum baby?" He nods frantically, the second your lips touch his he's cumming. Bucking his hips against your hand as he coats it with his cum, having to pull away from the kiss so he can actually moan. He help him ride out his high before finally pilling away, looking at him with a smile. He's out of breath, his entire body is flushed red, especially his ears and chest. He looks so pretty you wish you could take a picture.

"ready to go to bed then?"

To your surprise Anton shakes his head, gently pushing you down onto the bed, his hands gliding up your leg until they rest against you hips.

"And leave you high and dry? I don't think so."

Tysm for requesting!!

[gothlcsan]

Sub wonbin??

Switching Sides ; PARK WONBIN

PAIRING switchidol!wonbin , switchafab!reader

GENRE 18+ smut, slight fluff

SYNOPSIS when you ask your dominant boyfriend if you can dominate him instead

WARNINGS pet names, nipple play, no mentions of protection, creampie, biting, kissing, very messy kissing, penetration (reader receiving), teasing, implied shower sex

WORD COUNT 1221

♫ woo - hiko

a/n day eleventh of kinktober! not proofread i’ve honestly never thought of wonbin as the submissive type so this was very fun to think of and write. thank you anonie! > < like always, if you enjoyed please consider liking and reblogging! ty!

As long as you’ve been with Wonbin he has never shown any interest in being submissive, always taking charge in and outside of the bedroom. His caring and protective nature with you intrigued you wondering if he could ever be something other than dominant towards you. So, one night while the two of you laid in bed you asked him if he’d ever had thoughts of being dommed. He hums pondering on his answer before replying with a, “No, not per se?”

Cocking your head you ask if that meant the thought has maybe crossed his mind once or twice. Wonbin simply shrugs saying only once and if you had intentions with these questions. Flustered you try to hide your inflamed face trying to brush it off as innocent curiosity. He teases you, grabbing you by the chin to face him, asking you if you were wanting something. You nod to which he moves his head signaling you to continue, chewing on your bottom lip as you try and gather your thoughts.

“I’ve been really curious on how it would feel like to, you know, dom you?” You paused before saying the last part of your sentence, dropping your head to hide face first into the crook of his elbow refusing to show your face. He laughs at your embarrassment, reassuring you it wasn’t an awful question, cupping your face into his hands wanting to clarify he was more than happy to try things at least once or twice. You open your mouth to protest but Wonbin is quicker reassuring you he wanted to try, silencing you with a passionate kiss. You’re nervous at first unsure of what to do with your hands but quickly fall into a rhythm as you deepen the kiss, fingers interwoven in his hair. The tiny noises you’re able to pull from him as you bite down onto his bottom lip, tugging it back between your teeth gives you confidence, lowering Wonbin back flat against the mattress as you move to straddle him.

“You’re so handsome,” you cooed at him, one hand cupping his jaw whilst you kissed down the left side of his neck. Leaving wet open mouthed kisses periodically stopping to leave hickies against his collarbone being sure to leave them in easy to hide places; the stylists being more than grateful for that. Confidence oozed from you as you moved your knee to sit in between his legs, gently bringing it up to add pressure. Wonbin’s eyes widen seemingly unsure by the sensation but tilting his head back as you begin to slowly move it in circles, mumbling expressing how it felt too good. It doesn’t take long before he’s gripping your thigh, his hips thrusting up to meet with your knee, his head tipped back with his hair slightly stuck to his sweat covered forehead. He looked like a dream, trailing your hands up to rub your thumb pads over his nipples, pinching them in between your thumb and forefingers. Moans fall from him like honey, his eyes scrunched together as he begins to beg for you. Pride swells in your chest feeling proud of yourself for getting your boyfriend like this, leaning forward, taking his face into your hand to have him properly face you as you spoke.

“Have you been good enough?” You questioned, looking into his eyes, wet with need and bliss. Wonbin nods promising to be even better for you just needing you so badly. Seeing your usually very dominant boyfriend beg for you this desperately made it impossible to tease him for too long, giving in by pulling off his boxers. His poor dick lays heavy against his lower abdomen, the tip a dark red and leaking so much it was almost practically impossible to keep a grip on it. Your movements start off slow loving the way his body shuttered and voice cracked when he tried to speak, babbling he wanted more. You told him not to be greedy but the truth was you loved hearing how badly he needed you, removing your hand much to his dismay, kicking off your panties and going back to straddling Wonbin. You take his dick back into your hand, raising your hips, teasing the tip in between your folds. Wonbin grips the pillow underneath his head, mouth hung open as you teased him with the idea of penetrating you; but not yet giving him the satisfaction of doing so. Pulling him into a kiss you finally lower your hips allowing him to sink into you, his moans being swallowed alongside your own, giving yourself a few seconds to familiarize with his size before lifting your hips up. Putting the entirety of your weight into your thighs, you bounce against his lap, Wonbin swearing under his breath as he makes out with you messily. He’s completely out of it, his hair a mess against the pillow, his fingers gripping your forearms so tightly they’re sure to leave bruises in their wake. He feels so good in you, reminding him that he’s doing such a good job in between shared kisses and moans.

The pressure building in your stomach made you groan in between clenched teeth asking Wonbin how he was doing, being answered with whines and a shaky hand pressed against your stomach. He was close, dangerously close even, and it was evident that neither of you would last much longer. Clenching around him you lean back down to kiss his face before catching his lips, begging for him to cum, that he had done so well. Wonbin wraps his arms loosely around your shoulders, fingers interlocking on the nape of your neck, as he focuses on his orgasm. His stomach rises and falls fast, the pressure building in his stomach being released as you clenched around him, your teeth sinking into the soft flesh that connected his neck to his shoulder. Wonbin throws his head back, cumming in you as you reach your own climax, whimpering against his skin as you shakily ride him through each other’s highs. His swollen lips brush alongside yours as he breathes heavily, his mind completely blank from his orgasm. You go to pull out but Wonbin wraps his legs firmly around yours, shaking his head as he pleads for you to stay put, not ready for you to leave. Obliging you lay your head against his chest listening to his racing heartbeat as you tried to settle yours, blinking fast to keep yourself from falling asleep instantly.

Once Wonbin decided he was ready, you take your trembling legs, using them to lift up your hips, the lewd noise of Wonbin exiting you making you gasp. You can feel both your arousals leaking down your hole and thighs, Wonbin muttering you looked way too hot for him to focus, you playfully telling him to be quiet with a smack against his bare chest. He sits up, giving you an affectionate kiss before suggesting you two take a shower to clean up, smirking at him as you question if this would be a quick in and out shower.

“Is it ever a quick shower with us?” He playfully questioned, guiding you on shaky legs to the bathroom, making love with you pressed against the glass doors moaning his name for the entire dorm to hear.

[joocomics]

tags: stripper!reader x sub!idol, lap dance, dry humping | multifandom; 18+ mdni

♡… jungsu. gaon. jiung. intak. hueningkai. winwin. jisung. anton. minjae. ( didn’t have anyone specific in mind so i’ll let you choose )

“treat him nice, alright, doll?”

you nod, giving the guy a playful wink as he keeps shouting with a grin behind you. his voice is half drowned by the thumping music, but loud and confident enough to still reach you as you walk away, heading to the private rooms of the club.

“he’s never done this before!”

you can tell.

you noticed how lost this new face is the second you layed eyes on him; you see so many people every night - hungry, greedy, cruel, looking at you like you’re a meal ready to be consumed, like they own the place and you.

but this boy here… his gaze roams around like he’s about to apologise for even looking in your direction.

“i don’t bite,” you smile softly, attaching his two hands on your waist.

“i know…” he murmurs quickly before clearing his throat.

it almost comes off defensive, but you can tell - he’s just nervous. hot and bothered by this unfamiliar environment. his posture, stiff into the sofa, screams how out of place he is.

… and yet, he is so gorgeous. the most gorgeous face you’ve ever seen in this filthy place - and outside of it. for a moment you feel lucky… lucky that he appeared in your shift. lucky to be able to look at someone so soft and pure.

“you know,” you lean over, dizzying him with your perfume, “i’ve never had such a pretty view before.” you place a finger under his chin to force his sparkly eyes upon you.

the boy’s brows furrow slightly, unsure if you’re teasing as a part of the show. then, as he’s still in trance, a small, brief moan escapes his throat as your hips haven’t stopped moving against his lap.

“me neither…” he breathes out; chin still high, but his eyes slide down awkwardly as the adrenaline bubbles in his core.

it’s so rare… that spark you notice every time he looks at you. it’s not about how flustered he is by your attention and almost non-existent lingerie, it’s not about the way he melts into a puddle when you turn around to grind your ass against his bulge, encouraging him to give it just one squeeze…

it’s how he gets a taste of real pleasure for the first time - every time your skin brushes against his. it’s the gratitude glinting raw in his eyes and dripping from his shaky lips.

you slip fingertips beneath the hem of your lacey thong, dragging it down your thighs.

“is—“ you hear him stuttering with surprise behind your shoulder; his touch on your sides suddenly vanishes. “is this allowed…” his tone dips so low it doesn’t even feel like a question by the end.

before turning around, you reach with a hand and cover his eyes gently.

“shh…” you lean close, hitting him with your perfume again; this time with your warm breath too. “this will be our dirty little secret.” you catch him swallow thickly before his appealing lips part again. he’s fully focused on every word that leaves your mouth, as if he can swallow them one by one if he listens closely. “no touching. just sit… and enjoy the dance.”

he nods once - slowly but deliberately.

“good boy.” your lips curl with satisfaction. “i’m going to uncover your eyes now… one, two… three.”

a.n ! can you tell i just finished watching anora? the movie was very meh but at least it gave me something to think about :3 pls note i’m doing such multifandom post for the very first time (let me know how i did and if you’d like to see more!) and i still have writers block… :/

[aegiton]

hi... it's 5am and im up thinking about anton being so puppy coded...

warning: fluff, slight slight slight smut, slapping, typos (its 5am)

he is so clingy with his members, imagine him in a relationship 😵‍💫 he would be the type to hold you or hug you any second he can get. he would always want to be with you, like literally everywhere… i wouldn’t be surprised if anton got upset if you left him alone for a few minutes without letting him know 😭

just like a puppy, he likes to be petted. anton would enjoy you playing with his hair and leaving small kisses all over his face. having his cute face in between your hands, and him immediately turning red after making eye contact with you…

even in bed, he would be obedient like a puppy :) following your orders, only cumming when you tell him to do so. making him whine and beg until he's on the verge of giving up <3 caressing his face before slapping him to show who's in charge.

but after everything, he knows you would shower him with love (quite literally) before a good night’s rest. taking a bath together and helping him wash his hair, it’s the small things like this that made anton fall for you even more.

you praising him and telling him he did so well for you and was such an obedient puppy. and right before bed, you make sure to give him another round of kisses all over his face. and not to forget, putting his arms around you, knowing you won’t leave his side.

anton knows he belongs to you at the end of the day and he will always be your puppy 🐾

[eunseoksimp]

marionette — p.wb

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 sub park wonbin, dom reader, toxic relationship, manipulation, smut

synopsis: park wonbin was never meant to be yours, but you took him anyway. sweet, obedient, so achingly desperate for love—he was the perfect marionette, his heart strung up in the cruel architecture of your design. you pull, he bends. you sever, he bleeds. and no matter how deep the wounds, how sharp the cruelty, he still crawls back to you, clinging to the illusion that one day, you might love him too.

WARNINGS: reader is lowkey evil, extreme manipulation, toxic relationship, smut, degradation kink, oral (fem receiving), riding, unprotected sex

a/n: i originally planned on making this a full story but i gave up on it lol. enjoy me basically working on my smut writing and further pushing the sub wonbin agenda.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

“go on, spit it out,” you purr, your voice low and languid as if each word were a strand of smoke drifting upward in the amber glow of a dying streetlamp.

the cigarette dangles effortlessly between your manicured fingers, its ember a fleeting, molten beacon of your authority. every exhale sends tendrils of smoke twisting into the night—a silent, seductive display of control over the fragile soul before you.

there he is, park wonbin, crumpled on trembling knees like a discarded puppet, his fingers fidgeting nervously with the coarse fabric of his joggers as if trying to stitch together a semblance of dignity. his head hangs low, the weight of your disdain bending him into an image of utter vulnerability. his eyes, framed by those delicate, almost angelic lashes, flicker upward, pleading for a mercy he knows will never come.

a soft, broken whine escapes him—a sound so feeble it almost blends into the silent atmosphere.

“please…” he begs, voice cracking like fragile glass under the relentless pressure of your gaze.

and oh, how your eyes sparkle with a predatory thrill at the sight. in that moment, you are both the storm and the calm, the predator and the seductress, relishing the exquisite power you wield over him.

you savor the delicious irony: his desperation is as intoxicating as it is pitiful, a testament to his own self-loathing and dependence. in your mind, he is nothing more than a marionette, his strings tangled in the web of his low self-esteem—a marionette that you alone command.

your lips twist into a cruel, knowing smile as you recall every moment he has allowed himself to be diminished at your feet.

“i thought i told you i didn’t need you anymore. we’re not together,” you declare, your tone as cold and unyielding as shattered ice.

each syllable is a calculated blow, designed to shatter the remnants of hope clinging to him like cobwebs in a forgotten corner.

his response is almost immediate—a desperate, halting plea: “please, please don’t leave me.”

a single tear carves a slow, tragic path down his flushed cheek—a glistening, sorrowful trail that promises more misery with every future encounter. that tear is a silent dirge, a poignant whisper of the pain he is doomed to endure as he falls ever deeper under your thrall.

you let out a soft, mirthless laugh—a sound that mingles amusement with the bitter tang of sadism—as if his despair were the sweetest of delicacies.

“look at you,” you sneer, the words dripping with disdain and a venomous delight, “so pathetic, baby. you’re nothing but a fucking loser.”

the harshness of your tone slices through the air, each word a dagger that etches itself into the fabric of his already fragile existence. your eyes, alight with malicious satisfaction, drink in his humiliation—the trembling of his hands, the pitiful arch of his neck, the way his gaze flickers in hopeless yearning.

wonbin shakes his head, his silent defiance drowned by torrents of tears that trace glistening paths down his cheeks. in those tear-filled eyes—eyes that still shimmer with unblemished worship and raw, desperate love—there lingers a fragile plea, even as you strip him of every ounce of dignity until he is nothing more than a trembling husk at your mercy.

you marvel at your own twisted fortune, a dark, delicious irony that you have managed to ensnare the sweetest boy imaginable.

once, he had been an unassuming beacon of purity—a soul untouched by the lurking malevolence of the world. his innocence, so palpable and inviting, made him the perfect canvas upon which you could paint your cruelty.

with a single, calculated touch, you reduced him to a shell, hollowed out by the weight of your disdain.

every moment, every whispered command that made him beg for even the smallest shard of your care, your fleeting attention, your warped semblance of love, filled you with an intoxicating sense of power.

it was an art—a perverse ballet of manipulation and need—rendered all the more exquisite by the ease with which you could coax his submission. in the raw vulnerability of his pleas, you found a delicious thrill: to watch him crumble, to revel in the simplicity of his dependency.

it was, quite simply, too fucking easy.

“yes, you are. look at yourself, binnie—you’re nothing but a pathetic little mess,” you intone, your voice a silken dagger that cuts through the heavy silence.

in this macabre dance of power and submission, you are both the maestro and the executioner, orchestrating his suffering with meticulous precision. his vulnerability is a canvas upon which you paint with strokes of cruelty and contempt, each taunt and dismissive glance reaffirming your control.

despite his soft, pleading nature and the desperate glimmer in his eyes, he remains ensnared in the cruel allure of your toxicity—a moth drawn to the flame of your sadistic charm.

“my pathetic little mess. isn’t that right baby?”

a testament to the dark magic you wield, a spell that transmutes his pain into a feverish adoration. you watch as the very sound of you seizing him, of taking possession of his being, sends a shiver of twisted warmth through his fragile heart.

how the raw, obsessive need that festers within him awakens at your words, stoking a flame of devotion that borders on madness.

with a desperate urgency, he bridges the gap between you, collapsing at your feet like a supplicant before an unyielding deity. his trembling fingers, delicate as autumn leaves caught in a winter wind, wrap themselves around you—a desperate grasp that speaks of a soul laid bare and irrevocably broken.

“yours,” he begs in a husky whisper, “please, let me be yours.”

his plea tumbles out in a babble of unguarded vulnerability, each word stripping away layers of his self-respect until nothing remains but a raw, exposed yearning. even as you try to pull away, his grip only tightens, anchoring you to his orbit with an inescapable gravity born of sheer desperation.

“i love you—fuck— i love you so, so much. i love you so much, i can’t live without you, please,” he rasps, his head nuzzling against your thigh like a forlorn kitten, his every touch a plea for acknowledgement.

in that trembling, pitiful moment, his submission is complete—a living, breathing monument to the ruin of his own self-worth, molded by your relentless, toxic affection.

“you love me?” you echo, your tone a silken rasp that drips with condescension as you gaze down at him.

the thrill that courses through you—an illicit, heady rush born from looking upon his crumpled, desperate form—spurs a wicked smile to curl your lips.

wonbin’s response is immediate—a frantic, almost imperceptible nod, his head bobbing in a frantic, subservient rhythm as if each movement were a heartbeat of his existence.

you can’t help but revel in it.

of course he does. how could he not, when you have meticulously unraveled his naive understanding of love and refashioned it into something dark, something twisted to serve your insatiable desires?

to wonbin, love has always been the epitome of blind devotion—a soul-wrenching, all-consuming inferno of emotions aimed solely at you. even as your words cut and your dismissals wound, his adoration grows ever more fervent, binding him to you with chains of longing. his worship is palpable, the kind that defies reason and embraces humiliation.

with a languid flick of your wrist, you discard the spent cigarette onto the carpet, watching with detached amusement as its ember sputters against the fibers, igniting a small, rebellious blaze. the burning carpet mirrors the slow, deliberate combustion of his dignity, yet he remains oblivious, his eyes locked on you with an almost feral intensity, breath shallow in anticipation of your next command.

lowering yourself until you are eye level with him, you savor the sight of his dilated pupils—each one a mirror reflecting his total, unyielding fixation. in that charged moment, you feel the delicious surge of power, the intoxicating awareness that he exists solely to serve you.

“you want me to stay with you, don’t you?” you murmur, your voice a mere whisper pressed against the shell of his ear. the warmth of your breath sends shivers cascading down his spine, a visceral reminder of your proximity and the inescapable pull you exert over him.

“please,” he begs again, his words dissolving into the charged silence, his entire being laid bare in that single, desperate plea.

“but that’s just selfish. what do i get out of it?” you muse, leaning in closer.

you lean in closer, your eyes glinting with cold amusement as you trace the contours of his tear-streaked face.

“show me then. beg me like the good little puppy you are,” you command, your voice a low, dangerous purr that ripples through the charged air.

a twisted warmth surges in your lower stomach, a delicious thrill at the sight of him scrambling into action at your behest, his every movement a testament to your absolute control.

his words come out in a fractured rush, laden with desperate adoration. “i-i love you so much. i n-need you,” he stammers, his tone quivering like a fragile reed in a storm, each syllable drenched in the bitter sweetness of his need.

then, his plea deepens into a raw, choked whisper, as if the very thought of your absence were a knife twisting in his heart.

“please, please, please—i need you. please…” the sound is a shattered cry, an anguished murmur that exposes the very marrow of his vulnerability, as if every drop of his soul were laid bare before you.

“my sweet boy, you really don’t want me to leave, do you?” you coo, your words soft yet laced with an undeniable, sinister authority. your thumb drifts forward to gently, almost mockingly, swipe away the tears that pool at the corners of his eyes, each caress a reminder of your power to both comfort and destroy.

you draw him closer, cradling his tear-streaked face in your hands as though it were a precious, delicate artifact. in that moment, he melts under your touch—his fragile resistance dissolving into a sea of desperate devotion

he remains exactly where you intended him to be: a crumpled figure at your feet, reduced to a pitiful relic of the man he once hoped to become.

it is the culmination of every subtle slight, every meticulously orchestrated moment of degradation. in this snapshot, the evolution of your relationship is laid bare—a toxic symphony of control and surrender, where your cold, remorseless dominance has overpowered his desperate need for affection.

the truth is undeniable: his journey to this lowly position was crafted piece by piece by your very hands. the innocent promises you once murmured have long since decayed into bitter commands and ruthless dismissals, each one a step further into the abyss that now holds him captive. in the harsh, unyielding light of this moment, the dark, twisted origins of his submission are fully revealed—a portrait of a broken soul, meticulously shaped into the perfect puppet for your relentless, toxic play.

“show me that i’m not making a mistake. that staying with you would be useful to me,” you command, your voice laced with a dark promise—a calculated malice that seeps into the very air, a slow, corrosive poison that has long eroded the fragile vestiges of his self-worth until even the faintest spark of dignity has withered away.

at those words, wonbin’s eyes widen with a desperate understanding, and he scrambles to his feet like a wounded animal yearning for reprieve. he perches on the edge of the bed, his body taut with a mix of fear and fervent anticipation, every fiber of his being poised to please you.

his gaze, trembling yet ardent, silently pleads for the validation of your power.

with languid, deliberate grace, you rise from your crouched position. each step you take is measured and potent—a display of dominance that sends ripples through the charged atmosphere.

you brush off the stray particles of dirt from the carpet as if dismissing the remnants of a past life, moving ever closer to him with an assured, predatory elegance.

the scene unfolds like that of a hunter stalking its prey in the dim, seductive glow of twilight. wonbin’s eyes, wide and glistening with both vulnerability and obsession, follow your every move. In the silence between you, the weight of your authority is palpable—a dangerous dance of obsession and control that leaves him suspended between longing and dread.

his eyes locked onto yours, gaze burning with a desperate intensity. he knew what you wanted, and he was determined to give it to you, no matter the cost.

you sat down on the bed, positioning yourself so that your legs spread wide. wonbin’s eyes were two glittering orbs of desperation, his pupils dilated with a hunger that bordered on madness.

as he crawled between your legs, his movements were jerky and uncoordinated, his limbs twitching with a frantic energy that seemed to emanate from the very marrow of his bones. his breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving like a bellows, his lungs burning with a desperate need for oxygen that seemed to fuel his every movement.

you could smell the stench of his arousal, a pungent mix of musk and sweat that hung in the air like a challenge, a primal scent that seemed to dare you to take him, to use him, to exploit his every weakness.

"sit on my face," wonbin whispered, his voice husky, his words dripping with an unrelenting need, like a supplicant pleading for a glimpse of paradise

"i want to taste you, i want you to use me.”

your smile was a slow, smoldering flame, licking at the edges of his resolve, setting fire to something he wasn't sure he wanted to name. it burned in the depths of your eyes—cruel, knowing, the kind of smile that promised ruin wrapped in silk. 

"yeah?" you murmured, voice molten, thick like honey pooling at the tip of a silver spoon, slow and deliberate. "want me to put it on your face? make your face my throne?"

wonbin nodded, his gaze heavy, dark—glazed with something feverish, something almost delirious. the thought alone seemed to unravel him, winding through his veins like a slow-working poison, spurring a hunger that teetered on the edge of something sick, something desperate.

you said nothing, only lifted your hips—slow, deliberate—watching as wonbin’s eyes darkened, hunger flashing through them like lightning splitting a storm-black sky.

he looked like a man on the brink of madness, a starving wretch before a banquet, torn between reverence and ruin. his face was a study in torment, pleasure and agony tangled in the fine lines of his longing, a masterpiece of erotic suffering. his lips, parted and trembling, were soft as crushed rose petals, an unspoken plea, an invitation for you to descend—so he could worship, so you could reign.

and then, you sank down, slow and merciless, claiming him as your own. wonbin’s lashes fluttered, a shudder running through him as he surrendered beneath you, his breath hitching, uneven. he inhaled—deep, reverent—drinking in the scent of your skin, your arousal, the very essence of you. it was intoxicating, drowning him in something primal, something he would chase even as it consumed him whole.

as you sat on his face, your weight crushing him, your flesh suffocating him, wonbin’s eyes went wide with a desperate, pleading intensity, his pupils flashing with a hunger that seemed to consume him whole. his tongue darted out, licking your folds with a desperate, sloppy eagerness, his mouth sucking you in with a vacuum-like intensity that seemed to draw the very air out of the room.

“you like that, don't you?" you purred, your voice a low, husky growl. "you like being used, being treated like a dirty little slut."

he nodded, his head bobbing up and down in a frantic, eager motion as you rocked your hips in a steady rhythm, grinding your pussy against his face.

his face was buried deep between your thighs, his mouth working tirelessly to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. his panting was a hot, wet whisper against your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine. 

wonbin’s sucking was a gentle, insistent pressure, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive you wild.

you thighs were trembling around his face, your muscles quivering with the effort of holding back. but you couldn't hold back, not anymore.

“mmm, right there,” you moan, only spurring him to keep going.

his hair was a tangled, sweaty mess in your hands, his scalp straining against your grip as you pulled him closer and closer. his eyes were closed, face a picture of concentration and desire as his mouth worked tirelessly to bring you to the edge.

you feel the sensation building within yourself, coiling tighter and tighter. as the moments ticked by, you began to feel a creeping sense of sensitivity, a growing awareness that you were on the verge of your orgasm.

the pleasure was becoming too much, too intense, and you felt yourself being swept away on a tide of sensation.

“fuck,” a small whimper escaped your lips as wonbin’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers moulding the flesh underneath his fingertips like a sculptor shaping clay.

his hips seemed to have a mind of his own, his cock throbbing achingly in his trousers as he bucked them unconsciously, moving them in time with the rhythm of his mouth.

the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady, intoxicating aroma that seemed to fill your lungs and fuel the fire that was burning within you.

your vision began to blur, your senses narrowing to a single, shining point of pleasure, as wonbin’s mouth and fingers worked their magic, drawing you closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm as he ate you out, his hunger insatiable, his desire for you a raging, all-consuming fire that threatened to incinerate everything in its path.

his own whimpers and moans were a constant, keening background noise, a pathetic soundtrack of need and desperation that seemed to underscore every movement, every gesture, every breath. 

he was even more of a mess, a pathetic, sniveling mess, his body wracked with shudders and tremors that seemed to shake him to his very core.

as the pleasure coiled tighter, winding through your veins your body began to betray you. control slipped through your fingers, lost to the slow, aching build of ecstasy,  your movements growing frantic, desperate—a raw, unrestrained hunger overtaking the careful composure you had wielded so cruelly before. 

you were bucking wildly on wonbin’s face, your hips thrashing back and forth with a mindless, animalistic intensity. your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and closer, as if you could somehow merge your bodies into one.

wonbin’s hair was a wild, tangled mess between your fingers, damp with sweat, strands clinging to his skin as you fisted them tighter, guiding him deeper into your ruin. his scalp burned beneath your grip, each tug drawing a low, shattered sound from him—eager, obedient. his eyes remained shut, lashes trembling, his face carved with devotion, concentration, a hunger so profound it bordered on worship.

“so close, so so– fuck.”

your back arched, hips thrusting forward as you came. the sound that tore from your lips was raw, unhinged—a wail ripped from the depths of you, primal and unrestrained. it keened through the air like a blade, sharp enough to cut.

your body convulsed and shuddered as you squirted all over wonbin’s face and chest, the sensation a release, a shuddering, violent thing that seemed to shake your very foundations. 

he was drunk on you, drowning in the symphony of your pleasure, every sound, every tremor unraveling him thread by thread. his mind was empty, wiped clean of thought, stripped of anything that wasn’t you—your taste, your scent, the way you moved above him, ruthless in your domination. 

his mouth was relentless, sucking greedily as he drew out every last drop of pleasure from you. his tongue lapped at you with a gentle, soothing rhythm, like a thirsty man drinking from a cool spring on a hot summer's day.

the sensation was almost too much to bear, but he didn't let up, even as you shifted and squirmed beneath him, your body sensitive and tender from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

instead, he only seemed to grow more ravenous, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buried his face deeper into your pussy.

the heat of his breath and the gentle scratch of his stubble against your skin sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel his nose and lips moving against you, his mouth still working its magic as he devoured you with an insatiable hunger. 

you tugged at his hair, the strands slipping through your fingers as you pulled him back, his head jerking up with a suddenness that made his eyes flash with surprise. 

but even as he was pulled away, his face still strained towards you, his mouth open in a desperate bid to recapture the taste of you. his eyes were wild, his pupils dilated with desire, as he tried to chase the sensation, his lips brushing against your skin in a soft, pleading caress.

your sensitivity was at an all time high, every touch, every brush of his skin against yours sending sparks of sensation through your body.

you  felt like you were going to shatter, like you were going to come apart at the seams if he didn't stop and so you cried out, your voice a ragged, desperate thing, "fuck, bin, stop, it's too much." 

the words tumbled out of you, a frantic, pleading bid to make him stop, to give you a moment to catch your breath, to still the storm that was raging through your body.

wonbin's gaze finally rose to meet yours, his eyes all dreamy and unfocused, his face a picture of bliss. his skin was slick with your release, glistening in the light as he stared up at you, his mouth still open, still hungry. your hands were still wrapped in his hair, and when you pulled hard, he closed his eyes for a second, his hips bucking at the touch.

for a moment, you just stared at each other, the only sound the heavy breathing, the only movement the slight tremors that still ran through your body. it was like time had stopped, and all that existed was the two of you, suspended in this moment of raw, intense connection.

"i love you," he whispered, his voice a low, husky moan. he repeated the words, a gentle, insistent whisper that seemed to wash over you like a wave.

 as you gazed at wonbin, you couldn't help but be drawn in by the desire that seemed to emanate from him. his eyes were burning with a fierce hunger, and his body was tense, coiled with anticipation.

you could see the strain in his muscles, the way his skin seemed to vibrate with need. it was like he was a live wire, humming with energy, and you couldn't help but be pulled towards him, like a magnet to steel.

“sit back,” you murmured, voice thick with command, a velvet-wrapped demand that left no room for disobedience. “sit back against the headboard for me, binnie.”  

his breath hitched, but his eyes never wavered, locked onto yours with a hunger so raw it felt like worship. 

slow, deliberate, he obeyed—easing back against the headboard, his body sinking into the pillows, muscles taut with anticipation. but his gaze remained the same—dark, desperate, pleading—as if waiting for you to grant him mercy or ruin.

he watched with an intent gaze as you undid the strings of his joggers, your hands moving deftly to grab the front of the material and tug it down. he lifted his hips to help you, and as the fabric slid away, his dick sprang out, flushed and throbbing with a fierce, pulsing need. 

the sight of it made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but reach out, your hand closing around his cock like a vice. the heat emanating from it was almost palpable, and you could feel the stiffness and ache of it, the way it seemed to throb with a life of its own. 

a gentle squeeze to the tip was all it took to send wonbin into a frenzy, his body arching and twisting as he let out a silent, agonized cry. his eyes squeezed shut, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and his voice was a low, husky moan as he whispered, "please, i need you. i need to feel you."

you smiled, a slow, cruel smile, as you began to sink onto him, using his shoulders to help you as you settled down on his length. 

wonbin's eyes flew open, his gaze locking onto yours as you took him in, inch by slow, torturous inch. his moans and whimpers filled the air, a constant, keening background noise that seemed to underscore every movement, every breath. 

"f-fuck," he breathed, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

you let out a shaky exhale, your fingers digging deep into wonbin’s shoulders as you finally started to move, your hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. 

the friction was almost unbearable, and you could feel the tension building inside you as you found a pace that had wonbin moaning beneath you, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. 

his hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging in so tightly it was almost painful, but you didn't care - you were too lost in the feeling of him beneath you, his body arching up to meet yours with every thrust.

as you rode him, you could feel his body trembling beneath you, his muscles straining and flexing as he struggled to contain the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. his cock was a burning, throbbing presence inside you, a fierce, pulsing heat that seemed to fill you to the very brim.

as he felt himself being enveloped by your warmth, he was caught off guard by the intensity of his own reaction. he had expected to be able to last for a while, to savor the feeling of being inside you, but instead he found himself on the brink of collapse from the very start.

the way your walls hugged him tightly, like a gentle vice, was almost too much to bear. he felt his head spinning, his vision blurring at the edges, as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. 

his thighs tensed beneath you, his muscles straining with the effort of holding back, but it was no use.

he was lost, completely and utterly lost, in the sensation of being inside you. 

"ah, god," he whispered, his voice a low, husky moan. "feel so good. so tight. so-fuck..."

his words trailed off into incoherence as he felt himself being pulled under, sucked down into the vortex of pleasure and desire. 

he was helpless, unable to resist the pull of your body, and he knew it.

“you like it?” you breathe, voice a slow, silken taunt as you dip closer, letting your lips graze the shell of his ear. he shudders beneath you, a tremor rolling through his body like a fault line splitting open, raw and helpless.

“love the way i’m making you fall apart inside me?” you murmur, savoring the way his breath stutters.

you were in control, guiding him, directing him, and he was happy to let you. he was happy to surrender, to give himself over to the sensation of being inside you.

he's desperate, his body straining to meet yours as he chases every roll of your hips, his breath catching in sharp, stuttered gasps with each thrust. his eyes flutter shut, his eyelids trembling as he loses himself in the sensation, his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and desperation. 

every movement is intense, every thrust a desperate bid for more, his body arching up into yours with a hunger that's almost palpable.

you leaned in, slow, deliberate, until your lips hovered just above his—so close he could taste your breath, could feel the heat radiating from your skin. 

then, without hesitation, you let it fall—a thick, glistening thread of spit landing directly onto his parted lips, pooling there, warm and wet.  

wonbin didn’t flinch. didn’t waver. his eyes, dark and unblinking, stayed locked onto yours, an intensity in them that sent a slow shiver down your spine. the string of spit still connected you, a bridge of something filthy, something unspeakably intimate. 

he swallowed, his tongue darting out to gather the remnants, and fuck—he never looked away.

“good boy, my good fucking boy.”

“yours,” he gasps, the words tumbling from his lips like a prayer, wrecked and breathless. “your good boy.”  

his voice trembles, thick with need, his mind lost somewhere between reverence and delirium. he basks in the praise, in the weight of your control, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as if savoring the way it feels to belong—to be claimed.

a broken sob spills from his lips as you pick up the pace, his body trembling, unraveling beneath your touch. he’s crumbling, piece by piece, falling apart in your hands—and yet, you’re the one holding him together, the only thing anchoring him to the moment.  

your thumb ghosts over his cheek, collecting the tear that had slipped free, as if it were a reward—a mark of your power, your control. he knows it too, knows he’s yours, helpless beneath the weight of your dominance. 

overtaken, drowning in pleasure, he buries his head in the crook of your neck, breath warm, uneven, as if trying to disappear into you completely.

"please," he whispers, the word barely a breath against your skin, fragile, unraveling. he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for—only that he needs, that he’s desperate, that he’ll take whatever you give him.  

his body trembles beneath yours, taut and fevered, every muscle strung tight, on the edge of something he can’t control. you can feel it—the helpless surrender, the way he’s coming undone, piece by piece, his hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to get closer, to get more of you. 

“don’t– fuck, please don’t stop. please please please.”

wonbin’s tears, which had slowed to a trickle, began to flow once more, streaming down his face like a river of sorrow. but even in his distress, he was breathtakingly beautiful, his features etched with a deep, abiding sadness that seemed to draw you in, like a moth to a flame.

you couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of desire, a need to push him further, to break him down until all he could do was beg for mercy. the thought of it only made you grind down on him harder, pulling his head back to expose his neck as you held the skin between your teeth, leaving behind red marks of dominance.

wonbin is lost—adrift in the depths of subspace, where nothing exists but you. your presence engulfs him, consumes him, until the world outside of this moment fades into nothingness.  

his eyes are glazed, unfocused, glassy with the weight of surrender. tears slip down his flushed cheeks, unchecked, unnoticed, as he bites down on his lip, struggling, failing to hold himself together. 

but he doesn’t fight it—he gives in, lets the pleasure pull him under, lets you guide him deeper into the abyss of his own undoing.

“close… so, so close,” he whimpers, the words barely a breath, barely coherent. his voice is thin, trembling, strung tight with desperation.

his body shudders beneath you, overwhelmed, lost, his fingers twitching as if grasping for something—anything—to keep himself grounded. his head tilts back, eyes rolling, lids fluttering shut.

you let out a breathy chuckle, low and indulgent, a feigned cruelty meant to mask your own unraveling. even as your own ruin claws at the edges of your composure, you refuse to let it show—you won’t give him that satisfaction.

your hands find their way to his neck, fingers splaying over his flushed skin before wrapping around him, firm, possessive. you feel the rapid stutter of his pulse beneath your palm, the way his breath hitches, the way his body surrenders without hesitation. 

“you want to cum, pretty boy?” you sneer, the words dripping with condescension, a cruel tease wrapped in silk.

wonbin nods frantically, desperation etched into every trembling inch of him. his whimpers spill from his lips, growing louder, more frantic, his body shaking, strung so tight he looks like he might break apart at the seams.

“use your words for me, binnie,” you murmur, fingers tightening ever so slightly around his throat, just enough to make him gasp. “like a good boy. tell me what you need.”

his breath stutters, his lips parting, but the words catch in his throat—wrecked, ruined, pleading with nothing but the raw, unfiltered need in his eyes.

“need to—please, let me cum. please,” he chokes out, his voice barely holding together, thick with desperation.  

normally, you’d drag this out—make him suffer, make him beg until his voice was nothing but a ruined whisper, until the words crumbled on his tongue, incoherent and broken. you’d savor every second, watching him fall apart bit by bit, until there was nothing left but his need for you.  

but god, he looks so pretty like this. wrecked. trembling. coming undone beneath you, because of you. his lips are swollen, his lashes wet with unshed tears, his entire body a plea without words. and maybe, just this once, you’ll indulge him.

“cum for me wonbin, like the good toy you are.”

wonbin obeys without hesitation, his body going taut, every muscle locking as the sensation crashes over him like a tidal wave. his breath stutters, his chest rising in sharp, uneven gasps, and then—his eyes squeeze shut, his face twisting in something almost too raw to name.

a strangled cry rips from his throat, torn from the deepest part of him, shaking with the force of his release. he shudders beneath you, utterly spent, utterly wrecked as his cum floods your pussy, body quaking as he spills himself inside you, his breath hitching, uneven and wrecked. 

his forehead drops against your collarbone, a soft, shuddering exhale spilling from his lips. blindly, desperately, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, seeking warmth, seeking you. his skin is damp, flushed, his body still trembling in the aftermath. 

a quiet shiver rolls through him when your fingers slip into his hair, slow and soothing, nails grazing his scalp.

he only took a second before his hips slammed up into yours, taking even you by surprise. his eyes find yours, wide and glassy, dark with something desperate—pleading without words, begging for something he doesn’t have the strength to voice. his face is twisted in a beautiful grimace, brows pinched.

his teeth sink into his swollen lip, hard enough to leave marks, hard enough to keep himself from falling apart again, tense with overstimulation. 

you could feel his cum still dripping out of your cunt, the squelching noise overpowering the room as his cock throbs, pulsing with the aftershocks of his own orgasm.

“fuck, right there wonbin.”

despite the pain, despite the overstimulation, wonbin for you to cum, to feel your pleasure, to know that you were satisfied. 

“please,” he held back a sob, his body shaking with the effort. “please, cum for me. i need to feel you cum.”

his finger trailed up your thighs, the gentle touch sending shivers through your body, until he found your clit. he rubs slow circles, the pressure building in your lower stomach making you moan out.

your hips began to move, grinding down on wonbin as he thrusts into you, his hips slamming into yours as he continues to rub your clit.

“cum for me, mommy. let me feel you."

now it’s your turn—your body betraying you, unraveling as pleasure coils deep in your core, burning low and slow until it’s nearly unbearable. every nerve is alight, every sensation sharp and all-consuming, pulling you under, drowning you in the relentless tide of it.

wonbin’s eyes stay locked onto yours, heavy-lidded, hazy with overstimulation, yet beneath the exhaustion, there’s something else—something raw, something unshaken. 

determination. 

even wrecked, trembling, barely holding himself together, he refuses to stop, refuses to let go until you’re falling with him, until he’s pulled you over the edge too, willing you to cum.

“fuck,i’m—” the word barely escapes, a high, broken whimper, strangled by the sheer force of it all.  

your body betrays you, collapsing forward against him, limbs trembling, fingers grasping at nothing as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave—overwhelming, all-consuming, dragging you under until you can’t think, can’t speak, can’t do anything but feel.  

wonbin catches you, his hands shaking as they grip your hips, holding you through it, helping your ride it out as he continues the slow circles around your clit.

you pull back, peeling yourself away from him, your body still humming, still thrumming with the aftershocks. wonbin doesn’t move—can’t move—his head lolling back against the headboard, spent and ruined. damp strands of hair cling to his forehead, falling into his eyes, but he doesn’t seem to notice, too lost in the violent rise and fall of his chest, in the tremors still wracking his body.  

and it’s in this moment—watching him like this, raw and wrecked, trembling beneath the weight of what you’ve done to him—that you remember.  

this is why you keep him close. why you let him beg, let him plead, let him stumble his way back into your life time and time again. because no matter how many times you push him away, no matter how many times you make him suffer, he always comes back. 

and god, isn’t it beautiful?

[antongf]

headcanon ⊹ riize’s favorite place to cum

summary ⊹ good boys get to choose where they finish. which is their favorite?

warnings ⊹ just…cum. different places they like to cum.

he’s been such a good boy all week, following your every rule, being at your beck and call whenever you need. when you told him this morning before you left for work that he could pick where he wanted to cum tonight, his mind immediately started racing…

shotaro ⛧ your ass

he thought about all the ways he could ask you to cum on your ass. he loves when you allow him to take you from behind, knowing you still had full control over him, and he especially loves when you force him to pull out right as he’s about to cum so he shoots his load over your ass cheeks instead.

eunseok ⛧ your feet

it’s really no secret at all that eunseok loves your feet. he’s always finding the little ways to show them love every day, from massaging them when you get home from a long day at work to painting your toenails when the old polish starts to chip off. so when he gets the choice of where to cum, he automatically imagines cumming on your feet, you giving him a foot job, the works.

sungchan ⛧ your throat

to him, nothing will ever compare to the feeling of finishing in your mouth. when he’s able to choose where he wants to cum, he will always pick your mouth. he loves when you make his eyes roll back, tip of his cock at the back of your throat, shooting his load directly down your throat. he likes when his legs shake as you purposely make yourself gag on his cock, rubbing your hands over and squeezing his thighs.

wonbin ⛧ your back

he loves seeing you from the back during sex, even when you are in control. he loves when you get up on all fours, fucking your hips back, rutting them against his own and all he can do is stay still and take it. he loves when you pull off of him and continue rubbing his cock between your ass cheeks until he cums, his seed spilling into the dip of your back and pooling there. it will always be one of his favorite places to cum.

seunghan ⛧ your pussy

this seems like the most obvious answer for many reasons, but it is especially for seunghan. he’s soft, romantic, clingy, and always on his best behavior. he loves when his cock is buried deep in your pussy, no matter what position you are in, and he’s shooting his load deep inside you as you reach your own orgasm.

sohee ⛧ your face

he had to think about it for a while, probably even all day, because he loves to cum anywhere you’ll let him. but eventually, i think he’d settle for cumming on your face. it’s a little gross, kind of dirty, but it arouses him to think about it. having you suck him off right until he’s just on the edge, then pulling off and letting him paint your face with spurts of his cum as you jerk him off.

anton ⛧ your boobs

he isn’t usually one to make demands, at least not seriously, but when you give him the option to choose wherever he cums, he cant deny the excitement that bubbles up in his stomach. he loves tit jobs. he absolutely loves feeling you squish your boobs around his cock, using them to milk him dry. and he especially loves the sight of the mixture of cum, lube, and spit slicking your chest.

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "insomnia" ⎯୧ (lcy)

+*:🍓:*﹤smut w a little plot, sub!anton, roommates/friends to lovers, unprotexted sex, edging, wet dreams, palming, blowjobs, light nipples touching, petnames: baby boy, anton calls reader noona, switching povs, fem reader, clit rubbing / wc: 5k / masterlist

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anton can't sleep. 

he tosses and turns just to wake up two hours later, hot, sweaty, and heaving. he writes it off as having nightmares, but that doesn’t explain the hard-ons he always has. he considers getting one off to help him relax, and that works for the first two nights. then, in the days that follow, it's like no matter how long he goes at it, getting himself all whiny and desperate, he can't cum. that realization only makes it harder to stay asleep, lucky if he dozes off for forty minutes.

it's so aggravating. during lecture, he can barely keep his eyes open, but when his head hits the pillow, it's like he can't shut his mind up. 

tonight, he gives up around 1 am after going in and out of sleep for an entire hour. he's restless but exhausted, and his mood is shot when you walk in the apartment. you had a long shift, so you can’t wait to snuggle in bed and watch a couple of comfort movies. you stop by the kitchen on your way to your room, unable to ignore your roommate's quiet grumbles. 

“anton?” you call out, but his back is turned toward you, and he's still mumbling to himself, fiddling with a container.

“sweetheart, is everything alright?” you ask, placing an arm on his shoulder and gently turning him toward you. 

“m fine, can't get this stupid box open.” he mumbles grumpily. in his hands, a box of hot cocoa packets is bent out of shape. you look at him in question (how did he bend the box like that? they aren't hard to open), but your attention is instead drawn to his features.

to put it short, he looks terrible. his eyes are puffy and red like he's been crying, his hair is tangled like he hasn't brushed it in days, and his oversized shirt is hanging off his shoulder, wrinkled and stretched out like he’s been pulling at it.

“do you need help?” you reach for the box, but he moves out of your way, tucking the box to himself protectively as he continues struggling with it.

anton knows he looks stupid, struggling to open this goddamn box, but ever since his problem of not getting off started, he hasn't been able to look you in the eyes. every time you guys make eye contact, he feels ashamed.

what’s frustrating is that he doesn’t know why. you're beautiful, and he can't lie and say he's not attracted to you, but he's never thought about you in a sexual way, because he’s put in great effort to not do so.

so why is it hard to be around you all of a sudden? he can’t help but feel sad about the circumstances, as he was enjoying the friendship you two had been building for the past three months.

“i got it.” he mutters again, tone sharp and stern. you watch him for a couple seconds and conclude that he doesn't in fact have it.

“are you sure, toni? i can-”

“i said i've got it.” he snaps, voices suddenly raised and face scrunched up in annoyance. you slightly flinch at his outburst, a wave of your own irritation washing over you. 

“excuse me?” you ask, offended by his tone. his face falls and he turns away from you again. seconds later, his shoulders begin to shake with his sobs. 

he wishes you would leave him alone, because having your eyes on him makes him feel things he can’t explain. he just wants to have some hot cocoa, get off, then go the fuck to sleep. 

“oh, toni.” you coo, mood softening as you begin rubbing his back. “what's the matter?”

you and anton aren’t extremely close, and not by lack of trying. you’re so attracted to him, but love being his friend and don’t want to mess it up by asking him out. despite that, you've never seen him in this state before. his usually cheerful, even charismatic personality is completely gone, turned into something snappy and miserable. 

“i'm so tired.” he says, his voice shaky and so quiet you almost don’t hear him. the palms of his hands come to rub his eyes aggressively. “can't sleep, no matter what i do.”

you wonder how long he had to be in this state to be acting like this, feeling a bit guilty that you hadn't noticed the signs earlier. you think for a second about how to help. 

“i was going to go watch some movies in bed.” you offer after a few moments of silence. “do you want to join me? it might be nice to have some company for a little bit.” 

he lowers his hands from his eyes and thinks about your offer. you guys have huddled in bed for movies before, so it isn’t a wild suggestion, and your bed is always so warm, multiple blankets and plushies adding extra cushion. he turns around, ignoring the heavy feeling he gets from looking at you.

“here, i'll even make this for you.” you gently remove the box from his hands, ripping its cardboard flap and opening it with ease. he looks at you in surprise for a second, then nods. 

“okay, why don't you go get settled and i'll be there in a minute?” 

he pads softly to your room, shoulders slumped and feet dragging.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

anton is buried underneath your duvet and blankets, only his eyes up to his forehead visible when you walk into your bedroom. 

“comfy, are we?” you ask with a light chuckle, reaching out to hand him his cocoa. he sits up in bed and takes the mug. after changing into pajamas in the bathroom, you settle into your own space and pull up a selection of movies on your phone. 

“how's the cat returns?” you ask, watching as he downs the drink and snuggles back into the sheets. 

“fine.” he mumbles, eyes droopy. you feel bad for him again, hoping he'll be able to get some sleep tonight.

you get through that and a third of coraline when you hear anton huff loudly. you glance down to see that he's snuggled up by your chest, eyes shut and breath even. he’s never slept in your bed before, but you don’t want to wake him up from some much needed rest. you take a moment to appreciate his beauty. in the glow from your bedside lamp, you can see his rosy cheeks and furrowed eyebrows, and your heart swells with fondness. maybe this will make you guys even closer. you smile in triumph and continue the movie. 

ten minutes later, you hear it. you ignore it the first time, but it happens again soon after. anton lets out a faint whimper. for a second, you think he's talking to you, but he doesn't respond when you call out his name. instead, he full-on moans. 

“n-noona.” he mumbles. the blankets have fallen from his chest and pooled around his pelvis, and you see his hips twitch slightly. “please…”

was he…having a wet dream?

surely not, you tell yourself. the circumstances of this happening are quite unlikely. 

“y/n…need you.” he whines quietly, and your eyes jump to the size of saucers. 

he was having a wet dream about you?!

your cheeks heat up, feeling flattered but scandalized. he doesn't say anything else, but his breath picks up rapidly, becoming more choked off as it progresses. seconds later, he jerks awake, gasping and panting, his fingers tangled into the blankets. you watch as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to slow down his breath. then, he opens them again and looks up from your chest. 

“oh, noona, did i wake you? i'm sorry.” he asks, voice thick and words slurred.

you ignore the way hearing him call you that now makes you hot all over, arousal manifesting in your panties. he sits up with messy hair and puffy cheeks. is he just going to pretend like he wasn't dreaming about you? 

“what?” you scoff, a smile tugging at your lips. you can't help but laugh at how weird this situation was.

“sorry for disturbing you, i'll head back to my room now.” you watch in disbelief as he sluggishly stands up from the bed and not-so subtly covers his boner with his large shirt.

the truth is, anton can't wait to get out of your vicinity. your scent is stuck to his clothes, and he doesn't know why he likes it so much. that shameful feeling is back, and he wants it off his skin.

“wait, anton.” you call out, dropping your phone on the sheets and just barely catching his wrist.

shit. he turns back to you, eyes falling to your mouth, and he could've sworn you were almost…smirking?

“did you get to sleep?” you ask, but your eyes lack genuine curiosity.

“oh, yeah, i guess i did.” he answers awkwardly, looking everywhere but your eyes. he’s so cute, and his nervousness makes you feel empowered.

“what did you dream about?” 

“what?” he looks at you finally with a look of confusion.

“dreams? did you have any?” you slowly lead him to sit back down. he follows easily, pulled back onto your soft, comfortable blankets.

“uhm, no, not that i remember.” 

“you can't remember what you dreamt about?” you ask, incredulous. he looks away for a second, thinking, then turns back to you and shakes his head. 

“i think i've been having nightmares a lot recently. i keep waking up on the verge of a panic attack.” he explains. you hum in contemplation. you can’t help but wonder if any more of these “nightmares” have actually been wet dreams, and if so, how many of them have been about you. 

slowly, your hand trailed along his thigh, and you delight in the sound of his breath hitching. his body is tense, eyes looking at you in question. “but that's alright, i guess i don't w-want to if they were that scary.” he stutters as your hand trails higher and higher. you’re giving him a sultry look, and he wonders if this is going where he thinks it’s going, and is surprised to realize maybe he wants it to go there, despite it being so sudden.

“that's interesting, because i think i know what you dreamt about, and why you can't get to sleep.” you say, circling your finger around a spot right on his hip. they twitch under your touch, and you almost coo again watching him try to restrain himself. 

you’re not sure where you suddenly got the nerve to act like this, but you say to hell with it. you’ve been harboring a crush on him ever since you became his roommate, and he obviously shares the same desire, if his subconscious is anything to go off of. his shy demeanor only makes you more confident. you move on from his hip and slide a hand up his loose shirt.

anton’s almost relieved by your statement—he wants almost nothing more than to have a full night's rest—but he finds it hard to focus on your words as your nails lightly scrape his skin. his eyelids flutter prettily.

“when was the last time you came?” you ask abruptly, causing anton’s eyes to snap open.

“i’m sorry?”

“you likely can't go to sleep because you're so tense. when you do, you can't stay asleep because you keep having wet dreams about me that eventually wake you back up.” you’re not sure if the last part is true, but that’s your working theory. you watch as he struggles to comprehend your statement as you graze a couple of fingers over his nipple, voice catching in a gasp. 

“what are you talking about? i'm not even having inappropriate thoughts about you.” he defends, because he tries so hard to not have inappropriate thoughts about you. he doesn’t want to be a pervert and take advantage of the friendship you guys have, so he pushes away any sexual thoughts that creep up in his mind. sometimes it’s so hard, but he values your company so much, and doesn’t want to upset you.

“oh, yeah? so when you moaned, ‘y/n noona, i need you’ in your sleep, you weren't having inappropriate thoughts about me?” you ask, over-exaggerating the way he moaned. his eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of you tugging on his nipple, then you trail your hand back down to lightly trace his bulge. his hips lift towards your hand, and you pull it away. 

even in his aroused, half-asleep mind, your words make sense. why he feels shame looking at you, why he’s always rock solid when he wakes up. it’s not a far fetch to think he’s been having sexual dreams, nor is it to wonder if those dreams are about you, since you’re the only person he’s been attracted to lately. 

you wrap your hand around his member through his pants, snatching him out of his thoughts. 

“f-fuck.” he gasps quietly, surprised at your actions. “what are you doing?”

“did you think you could get off on the thought of me and i wouldn't take up the opportunity to finally fuck you?” 

questions swim around in his head. have you been wanting to have sex with him? you’ve been thinking about him inappropriately this whole time? the mere idea of you finding him attractive gets him even more hot and bothered, but he has no time to dwell on these thoughts once you start palming him roughly through his sweatpants.

“oh, g-god.” he whimpers out after a few minutes, hips finally bucking into your touch. “please, ‘m close.” his breath quickens again, uneven and harsh like it was in his sleep. his cheeks are dusted with baby pink, embarrassed about how close he’s gotten so quick, but he can’t help it. you’re so beautiful and you’re touching him and he’s realizing maybe his feelings are bigger than he previously thought. 

“you're gonna cum from humping my hand?” you ask, unimpressed. “we haven’t even started yet.”

your words make him feel like he’s being boiled alive. part of him can’t believe this is happening, but he’s so desperate to please you. anton gasps, pushing his hips back onto the blankets to get away from the stimulation.

“please, stop. wanna last.” he begs. he’s so cute, all weak and compliant, and you want to tease him more, see how long he holds out, but you can tell how much he wants to last, so you relent. he mumbles weak “thank you”s as he comes from the edge, and once his breathing returns to normal, you straddle him. he opens his eyes and looks at you in question, audibly gulping when he sees your dark, hungry gaze. he starts a sentence, but you cut him off as you grind your cunt against his member. 

“god, y/n.” he groans, throwing his head back into the pillows. 

“sorry, you were saying?” you ask, giggling meanly. you keep the movement up, building a rhythm while watching him struggle to string words together.

“i can’t– ahh– can’t believe t-this is happening.” he manages, interrupted by a particularly rough grind. for a second, his head catches on the opening of your cunt, and even through two layers of clothing, the feeling has him reeling.

“hm.” you sigh into the feeling and accept the fact that you were gonna have to throw these underwear away. “why’s that?”

“you’re so pretty a-and nice and– fuck, fuck, need you, please.” he whimpers out, echoing the words he spoke while asleep. you take in the sight of him, and he just looks so beautiful, brown hair fanning out beneath him. his lips are red from him biting them, and you can’t resist the temptation to lean down and kiss him. he tastes a little like the cocoa he had earlier.

it starts out slow, anton taking a couple of seconds to comprehend the situation, overcome his shock, and actually kiss you back. then it becomes more of him panting against your mouth, hips jerking erratically under your weight.

you still don’t want him to finish just yet, so you lift off of him and ignore the displeased whine he lets out. you pull his sweatpants off slowly while lightly scratching the skin of his thighs, reveling in the sharp gasp he takes. he’s so responsive, so fun to play with.

“oh,” you whisper, shocked to realize he’s not wearing underwear. “so what’s this? were you expecting to come in here and get your dick wet?” you ask in disbelief, eyeing his cock. it’s about average, but thick, and just thinking about having that in you has your pussy throbbing. you’re just teasing, but your words break anton into a cold sweat. 

“n-no! no– these are m-my pajamas.” he explains desperately, words clipping off into a whine as you lift his hard cock with two fingers then let it flop back down. you can’t help but be mesmerized by it. it was a deep shade of pink, almost red, and a white bead of precum was forming at the tip. you subconsciously lick your lips at the sight. you professionally move on from the fact that anton doesn’t sleep with underwear on in favor of running your tongue across the slit of anton’s dick.

he let out a choked sound and his hips jerk violently, but you’re able to back up before his penis collides with your nose. 

“toni, if you want me to touch you here, you have to be still.” you warn, one hand coming to rest on his hip.

“sorry, sorry, i can do that. i can-” his rambling is cut off by you taking his entire head into your mouth. “shit, shit, i– ‘m.” his hands come to tangle into your hair, but you pull off of his dick and place his arms back by his side. you don’t say anything, but you’re sure he gets the command.

“gonna cum already, baby boy?” you ask teasingly, rubbing his wrists gently. his breath hitches at the pet name, and you make a mental note to revisit that later.

“no,” he mumbles defensively. your eyebrow lifts in suspicion, but you take his word for it.

“if you get close, let me know, okay?” you hold eye contact while saying it, and he responds with a nod. “no, baby. answer with your words. can you do that for me?”

“i’ll let you know, promise.” he says, nodding quickly, so desperate to get your mouth back on his dick. you’re not sure how much you believe him, but you oblige, slowly taking his member into your mouth inch by inch. since he’s on the shorter side, it doesn’t take long for you to bottom out, his tip barely even reaching the back of your throat, but he’s hot and heavy on your tongue.

you wait and adjust for a second then begin a pace. under you, anton doesn’t say anything, the only communication being his gasps and grunts. you can tell he’s close by the way his hips stutter, desperate to buck up into the wet heat, but still, he doesn’t say anything. you pull off his dick to instead suck at the head, tongue sliding across and dipping into the slit. almost immediately, anton verbally explodes.

“stop! stop, please– too much, ahh–” he rambles, stuttering around portions of a sentence. he’s so embarrassed, but it’s not his fault you’re playing his body like a fiddle. 

you love the sound of him begging, so you keep up the ministrations a bit longer until his whines are so loud that he’s practically screaming, squirming on your blankets. you pull off again and rub up and down his thighs slowly. he gasps and pants as he comes down, so tense, and his cock is even more red, twitching as a steady stream of precum leaks out of the tip. it’s so vulgar that it almost drives you insane, and you’re starting to think you’re gonna lose it if you don’t sit on his cock in the next few minutes, but you push through it.

“aw, that looks like it hurts. want me to help you, or should i just leave you like this?” you ask, rubbing lightly at the head. in anton’s sleep-deprived, sexually frustrated mind, he can’t see how much you want him, how you’re just as desperate as he is, and thinks you’re serious.

“no, please, please, don’t leave me, it hurts so bad.” his hips jump lightly, drawing your attention to his member in an effort to prove his point. “i can’t–can’t get off alone, need you.” he can’t even fathom the thought of you leaving him like this, tender and submissive and so, so hard. 

you can’t help but coo at that. you slip your pajamas and underwear, as well as his shirt, off, then straddle him again. you grind your cunt against his member again, this time without the barrier of clothing. before he can beg, you crash your lips into his, swallowing any small sounds that try to escape. 

you kiss him until your lips hurt, making up for all the time you spent silently pining after him, not knowing he wanted you just as bad. when you pull away, he’s struggling to catch his breath and looking at you like you hung the stars. 

“you’re s-so stunning, i c-can’t believe you l-like me.” he mumbles through stuttered breaths. his hands lay awkwardly by his sides, and you lift them up to rest on your hips. his thumbs rub circles into them shyly, which causes your heart to swell up.

“how could i not like you, sweet boy? you’re so handsome and smart, so caring.” you run your hand through his tangled hair, gently undoing a couple of knots as you remember the traits and quirks that made you like him from the beginning. he practically melts into your touch and praise, but you’re not done with him just yet. you raise your hips and lean into his ear.

“you’ve been such a good boy, do you want me to fuck you now?” you barely get the question out before he’s nodding again, all eager at the idea of finally feeling your walls against his cock. 

anton watches with slow, bated breath as you line your opening up with his length, but then you actually take it in, bottoming out with no hesitation, and his eyes roll into his head. he screams, but the sound is muffled due to his teeth trapping his bottom lip. you sigh in pleasure while letting yourself adjust to the feeling, then study his features as you clench around his dick.

his eyebrows furrow, and he lets out another high-pitched keen, and you’re mesmerized by his beauty. anton’s grip on your hips tightens as you lift up and slide back down, but you feel a bit annoyed that his eyes remain closed. 

“look at me, toni.” you request, hands resting on his chest to support your weight. his eyes barely open, fluttering like it’s a struggle, and you can't help but think again that he’s just so cute. you want to destroy him.

“good job.” you praise and graze his nipples with your fingers. his hips jerk at the sensation, pushing himself deeper into you, and you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily as a wave of pleasure washes over you. you breathe through it in an attempt to hold on to some sanity. on the next inhale, you pick up the pace, sliding his length in and out of you rapidly. 

“oh, oh god- fuck, th-that’s so good, you’re so good.” anton rambles, his voice strained and high-pitched in a way you’ve never heard before. you’re instantly obsessed with the sound and make a tsk-ing noise when he bites his bottom lip. you lift your hand off of his chest and squish his cheeks. his bottom lip juts out in a forced pout.

“none of that, baby boy. i wanna hear you.”

“-t’s embarrassing.” he mumbles weakly, which tapers off into another moan as you sink down fully and roll your hips. you throw your head back, feeling his thick size touch you in places you’ve never reached. you pick up a rhythm of sliding him in and out of you a couple of times then bottoming out and rolling your hips.

“damn, anton. you f-feel amazing.” you moan, stuttering when his hips buck into your own. you look back at him and his eyes are still open, and he’s giving you that look again, the one that makes you want to shy away under all of that adoration. before you can, he throws his head back, baring his pretty, flushed neck as another high-pitched noise rips its way out of his throat. 

“f-fuck, -m so-sorry, can’t look– gonna cum, i’m–” 

you still on his lap and ignore the frustrated noise he lets out. next to his ear, you whisper, “not yet, toni. don’t you want to make me feel good too?”

he nods dumbly, unaware of how good he’s already making you feel. his eyes are empty and glossed over as you guide his hand to your clit. he rubs it experimentally, and your pleased sigh has him speeding up a bit, pressing a little harder to hear more of those sounds from you. 

his entire body is tense and burning hot, so close to the release he’s been chasing for a week, and watching your beautiful body react to his touch only makes it worse. he wants to get you there first, but when you roll your hips down again, he doesn’t think he can do it.

“p-please don’t move, please, please.” he begs, words slurring and eyes shining with desperation. he’s so deeply submitted to you that it’s almost unbearable, and you have the sudden need to please him, make him cum so hard he forgets his name, then kiss him to sleep. you support your weight with your shaky arms and lift your hips up.

“fuck me, baby. don’t you wanna cum?” you ask, putting on your sweetest voice for him. 

“fuck yeah, yes, need it.” anton grunts out. he wraps your arms around his neck and grips your hips tightly before roughly thrusting into your cunt. 

“oh, fuck, toni–” you gasp out with your face burried in his neck. his desperation shows through his lack of rhythm, his strokes uneven and harsh. he’s hitting your sweet spot so aggressively it feels like you might lose your mind, then his hand comes to rub your clit again, the grip on your waist strong enough to hold you up with one hand. 

“oh, god. cum, please cum, i-i can’t hold it.” he begs, words interlaced with keens and gasps. despite your previous permission, he’s still so desperate to please you, even with wet cheeks and eyebrows furrowed in agony. the sight, the feeling of him pounding into your sweet spot, and the harsh, uneven rubbing on your clit sends you into overdrive. you cum so hard your hearing almost goes out, but you can faintly make out his muffled screams, and you feel him cream in you, hot fluids spilling back over his cock as he works himself through it. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

eventually, the air stills, and for the first time in hours, anton’s tense body fully relaxes, his bones melding into your pillows. you lift off of him to let him fully catch his breath, and slip into the bathroom. his eyes are closed when you return, and flutter open when he feels something warm and wet touch his skin. 

you’re clean now, having wiped yourself down in the bathroom, and he’s silent as you clean him up as well. his blinks are slow like his eyelids are heavy, and you’re overwhelmed with the desire to leave kisses all over his puffy cheeks. 

you put discarded clothing as well as any dirty blankets in your laundry basket, then climb under the duvet with him. he’s warm and cozy when you pull him to lay on your chest again.

it’s silent for a few minutes, but you know he’s not asleep, because his breath is irregular.

“...noona?” he calls out so quietly you’re surprised you hear it, alert to make sure he’s got everything he needs, so you hum in response. 

“did you mean it? that you think i’m…handsome, and stuff?” he mumbles. his voice is so soft and sweet that you just wanna eat him up, but you don’t wanna disturb his comfort. 

“i meant every word, anton. i’ve adored you since we met.” you confess while running your fingers through his fluffy, tangled hair. 

moments of silence pass.

“i think i’ve been denying my crush on you for the past four weeks.” he whispers again, almost uncertain. his words have your heartbeat picking up, the idea of him reciprocating your romantic feelings makes you so happy you could jump on the bed, because you don’t know how you would’ve gone back to being just friends after tonight.

similar thoughts run through anton’s mind. he can’t believe he didn’t see his feelings for you sooner. it feels like after a full week, he’s finally able to relax into his skin again. you’re so comforting, and remembering how you took care of him gives him butterflies. curiously, he looks up at you, and your eyes are staring back at him, as soft and sparkly as they’ve always been. he can’t believe how deep his feelings for you actually run. 

your lips curl into a big smile, then you're suddenly cupping his cheeks and pressing warm, wet kisses all over his face.

“so cute. you’re so, so cute. i can’t resist any longer.” you say through smooches. he grunts in feigned annoyance, pretending that his heart isn’t threatening to jump out of his chest. you lay him back down, but he still has one question on his mind.

“noona, w-will you…be my girlfriend?” his uncertain tone is back, despite everything.

“i better be.” you say lightly, half-joking. you continue running your fingers through his hair, and anton’s eyelids become so heavy that he can’t keep them open despite wanting to stay here in this moment with you. 

you want to be sure before you drift off yourself, so you wait for a few more minutes, and then his breath evens out, and anton falls asleep.

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a/n : this story on ao3 <33 pls lmk if i missed any tags i should add! this is my first ff so it's lacking, but i tried my best to fix up any obvious plotholes!!

[theyluvangel]

Sub Kpop Twitter Links Pt.2

Includes: Mingi, Yunho, Sunoo, Heeseung, Wonbin, Mingyu, The8, Doyoung, NCT Mark, Got7 Mark, Changbin, and Soobin

Overstimulating Mingi while his arms and legs are restrained (Ateez)

Sunoo crying while you make him ride your strap, he hates having to do the work to get himself off (Enhypen)

Wonbin loves the way his latex gloves feel wrapped around his cock (Riize)

Mingyu loves sending you videos of him trying out the toys you buy him (Seventeen)

Spanking Yunho over your lap after be had been a brat all day (Ateez)

Jerking him off and playing with Doyoungs nipples (NCT)

Mark making a mess in his boxers (Got7)

Mark begging you to stop playing with his overstimulated cock (NCT)

Minghao finally agrees to be submissive for you (Seventeen)

Changbin humping your pillow because he couldn’t wait for you to come home (Stray Kids)

Teasing Soobin in public because he had been whining for your attention all evening (TXT)

Heeseung couldn’t stop himself from cumming untouched while you were helping him shave (Enhypen)

A/n: per request, I’m back with more links. let me know if any links don’t work!

[luvsubmen]

Feminine Pearls

18+ MDNI

Pairing: stripper sub!wonbin x rich femdom!reader

Warning: stripper, adult themes, sexual themes, sub/dom dynamic, wonbin goes by he/him but likes being called feminine nicknames, wonbin is a feminine man, grinding, lap dance, pole dancing, femdom, body worship, oral (m receiving), teasing, choking, praising, orgasm denial, degrading, mommy kink, riding (f receiving), unprotected sex, (reader gets impregnated), dacryphilia, fluff (tender kisses, cuddles, showering together), buying a stripper off

Beware: NOT PROOFREAD

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(A/N)- Before we start I just wanted to say credit to @dollywons because of their beautiful dividers. I’m so happy to write again it’s been years, to let everyone know I used to write on wattpad but now I’m ready to use tumblr for writing.

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He dazzled across that stage, he always caught the eye of the audience he was performing for every night. But, tonight was different as this mysterious woman he has never seen before caught his eye. This woman was dressed in a sharp black blazer with her cleavage being a bit visible and some dangerously pumped heels. He thought to himself, ‘God she looks rich, I wonder what she does for a living. I can only hope she picks me for a private show.’ Little did he know that she was interested in him too.

The way they locked eyes with each other all night. Even when Wonbin was supposed to be entertaining guess on stage all he could do was take small glances at the woman. Once he was finally called off of stage and was told to look at his private request. He’s used to getting many from old men or regulars but he noticed a new name on the list and it had the word VIP next to it. ‘Could this be the woman from earlier?’ With that thought in mind Wonbin went to the private room he was requested to.

Once he got to the private room, he decided to shower and change the outfit he had on. Wanting to wow his new VIP he went with a sleeveless crop top that hugged his abs and put chained pearls across top. Wonbin paired the top with a white flowing short skirt that showed off his leg and only a flash of his ass. Looking himself in the heart mirror he applied a light pink lipgloss and contrast it with a bold eye look with a gentle pink blush. Applying a few rhinestones to his completed look. Almost being finished with his appearance he brushed his shoulder length black hair and pushes some pearls into his earlobes.

Wonbin smiled as he was in his full form ready for his guest to arrive. Sitting down on the lavish couch he waited for the woman. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” Wonbin said from across the room. With permission granted the woman came into the room. Strutting to the couch she sat next to Wonbin. “If you’re wondering I am the one that requested you. My name is Y/N but you may noticed I used a code name when requesting you.”

Wonbin gripping onto the hem of his skirt be a bit nervous as Y/N gave serious dominant energy from the way she was dressed and the way she looked. Drifting off a bit by looking at her, he couldn’t help but find the gold buttons and accessories she had on so cool. His thoughts were trailing off and they were simply saying, ‘Fuck me! Fuck me! Own me! Own me!’ “Earth to Wonbin, Hello?!” Y/N waved her hand in the feminine man’s face noticing how dissociated he was in his thoughts.

He shook his head for a second and apologized. “I’m sorry, can you please repeat what you said?” Y/N gave a gentle smile and puts her hand on his back to help him relax. Rubbing his back slowly she repeated what she said. “It’s okay if you don’t want to but I was asking can you perform one of your signature strip teases or lap dances for me.” With that being Wonbin got up from the couch and started to circle around the pole, holding sensual eye contact with Y/N. He felt the music in his veins as he got on the pole letting it spin.

Feeling wet from the eye contact and the way he looked underneath the lights, Y/N bit her lip watching how elegant his moves were. She sat up trying to collect herself but his glistening eyeshadow, his body, the pearls, and his gaze all gravitate her. She felt lifted watching the feminine man perform for her, she shifted in her seat feeling her pussy get more soaked by his beauty. Wonbin looked like a goddess and this very moment. Feeling the heat and tension too he decided to finish his performance by tease her with a lap dance. Seeing him walk over Y/N mumbled “Fuck.” Underneath her breath as he sat on her lap and grinds towards her abdomen.

Y/N placed her hands on his hips as he grinds slowly on her while holding that gaze. Her mind felt hazy as he felt the same desire getting bricked up but this was just his job. He felt different this time though as if this should be more. Letting out a quiet moan he continued to dive into the little pleasure. “It feels good..” Hearing how needy he sounded and how pretty his lips looked…Y/N went for it and kissed him hungrily while grinding upwards into his body. Wonbin gasped as he complied by kissing back and placing his hands on her shoulders. The makeout session was hot and steamy, being at each other’s mouth to see who will be in charge.

Obviously Y/N won the tongue war and laid him down gently on the couch. Carefully taking off the pretty pearls, lifting his crop top up she let her hands slowly roam his body. She tenderly kissed his nipples and down his body. “So beautiful.” She whispered while going back up to suck onto his nipple and pulling at the other. He whined softly at the feeling and his body rose in pleasure. Y/N couldn’t help but find his little sounds so cute that she sucked on his chest more, letting her warm tongue circle his nipple.

He closed his eyes, letting his voice and body be heard like never before. Wonbin wasn’t new to femdom, he knew how to obey a woman and be a good boy. But, he felt like she might be his forever dom. He knew it was crazy but he fell for it her at first sight. “Please own me..fuck me..buy me off I don’t want to work here anymore I want to only serve you.” He whispered as she got finished worshipping his top half. Y/N smirks at his request and slowly pulled his skirt off. Rubbing his thighs and knees. She wanted to make him suffer by not giving it to him right away.

She slipped her hand into the panties he had on and let his cock spring out. Smirking while putting her lips on his tip then gives it a kiss. “How pretty it is.” Y/N said while putting his cock fully in her mouth to suck gently, keeping eye contact with him as she sucked him off. His glossy lips quivered as he let out soft moans in a row. Wonbin getting more desperate he begged for more. “Mommy, please please please fuck me! I want you to own my body! Please I’ll do anything!” Being satisfied by his begs she sucked faster and teasingly moans on his cock for more pleasure. “MHMMM!” Wonbin was squirming around thrusting inside of her mouth like a needy puppy wanting more.

Y/N takes back control by pressing his body down in place and stops sucking him completely but grips his throbbing cock. “What the hell is wrong with you? You really think I’m going to let you cum after what you just done.” She snapped while squeezing her hand around his dick harder as punishment. He whined giving her puppy eyes trying to give hint he was sorry. “But, mommy I was almost close..” He whined louder watching his red tip throb begging with rage to release. Y/N rubbed his slit brutally not liking his answer at all. “But, mommy nothing don’t do that again without my permission. Did mommy say you can thrust in her mouth?” Having a hard time answering as all he could do was whimper and squirm at the intense pleasure he felt. His cock was glistening with precum rolling down his pulsating veins knowing he can cum any minute now. She was abusing the fuck out of his slit having her thumb pressed against it rubbing down on his head.

“Do I make myself clear?” She said in a commanding voice. With tears welled up in his eyes he responded. “Y-yes ma’am!” That’s when Y/N finally stopped abusing his tip but now he was left almost so close to cumming. As soon as her hand left his cock he thrusted in the air like a pathetic slut. She was amused by the sight and laughed while taking off her blazer and panties underneath. She held his cock and sinked down on it gently. Wonbin let out a deep breath as he was already dangerously close and knew he wouldn’t last long. But, he knew he had to hold it in like a good boy and couldn’t cum without permission. Y/N sighed as the way his cock filled her up perfectly with no problem. “Fuck, you feel so amazing inside baby.” She whispered suductively to him before starting to place her hands on his abs and starts riding at a slow pace.

“Aah~” He cried out letting a few tears out a bit in pain as he had to hold in the overbearing flow he felt with obviously intense pleasure. Y/N noticed and got even more aroused by just how he looked now. Mouth open, eyes closed with tears, and his eyebrows furrowing. Fuck she would let this man impregnate her pussy right now. He’s so fucking pretty underneath. She wiped his fallen tears off of his rosy cheeks and kissed him tenderly on the lips. She loved how he cried and looked like the perfect doll for her to own. Y/N continued the gentle pace of riding his dick while slightly slamming down on him. Wonbin’s moans and cries were muffled by the sweet kiss but he still was a mess.

Y/N loved him, she does want to own him. She wants to give him a better life because she’s able to. Stopping the long kiss with saliva attached between the two, they just knew they felt the same for each other. She started getting faster as she felt herself get near to an orgasm. Slamming and bouncing onto him as her wetness was sliding down his cock. “Almost close princess!” Y/N yelled rolling her eyes and moved his hands on her waist as she moved in a circular motion bouncing her ass on him. Wonbin let out the most slutty moans getting louder and louder knowing the others can hear them going at it like crazy.

Choking the beautiful man she felt lifted by how they were almost there reaching their high. “Fuck! Fuck! Babyboy about to-“ Before she could finish her sentence Wonbin couldn’t hold it in anymore cumming deeply inside of her, filling her womb to the brim screaming. Y/N followed after cumming a few times down his cock. With that she laid on his chest feeling warm and full. She knew know she would have to keep him now as he stuffed her with his cum. Wonbin was a little worried to see what she would say as he did cum without permission. “Mommy I-“ Cutting him off she replied, “It’s okay I was planning to buy you anyway. You don’t have to do this anymore all night. You can just live with me and be my little housewife. I’ll give you everything you want and need, let’s be a happy family.” She puts his hand on her stomach to rub it gently.

As emotional he is Wonbin cried as he couldn’t believe that he could finally leave this horrible nightlife. He only became a stripper to pay bills and rent. His family kicked him out as soon as he turned 18 not liking how he loved exploring his feminine side. “Thank you so much mommy. I can’t wait to become a family forever.” The two laid cuddling and talking all night until they both fell asleep in each other’s warmth. They stayed like this until the end of Wonbin’s shift that lasted until 5 AM. Getting in the shower the pair was cuddled up and washed up before going to the owner’s office. Y/N pulled 100k out of her purse and slammed it on the owner’s desk with a smirk before leaving with Wonbin.

“Have a good life kid. You don’t need me anymore.”

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[freakywonbin]

When the judge starts speaking without subtitles

[roxoxoxoxy]

My affinity for puppy boys is showing.

Includes: Sub!Wonbin, Established relationship, Wonbin being kind of a slut, jealously, semi-public, masturbation, Wonbin's into being humiliated a little bit, he's also very pathetic.

Many typos, not much grammar, currently sitting in the corner with a dunce hat on.

He's doing it on purpose just to aggravate you, you know this but you can't help but fall for it. Especially when he's fluttering his eyelashes at the waitress, pretending to be shy when she compliments him, flirting with her so blatantly. He's pretending as if you don't even exist, after whining all week about how you two never go out on dates anymore.

You know why he's acting this way, with him being on tour for months and you being busy with work you two barely had time to facetime every other day, let alone even attempt phone sex. When he finally had time off you were still swarmed with work, dismissing his attempts at initiating anything. All in all it's safe to assume he's feeling a bit neglected, dragging you out here to a fancy restaurant and flirting with the waitress, hoping to piss you off enough that you'll fuck his silly.

Maybe in those months you two really did grow apart, because if he knew anything about you, he'd know he'll quickly regret this. Or maybe he wants to regret it, the little masochist he is.

"And what about you ma'am?" The waitress says, half heartedly addressing you, the way her voice looses all enthusiasm is comical.

"I'll have the Streak, well done, with potatoes and-" you look down at your phone, pretending to see a notification. You put on your best disappointment face when you look back at her. "Actually, we'll have our food to go. Something came up unfortunately."

The waitress looks a bit disappointed as she nods, jotting down both your orders before she leaves, you don't miss the way she takes one last look at Wonbin, soaking him in. Sometimes you wish you were a woman of less morals, maybe then you could justify leaping up from the table and knocking her teeth out. She leaves before you can really finish that thought.

"Well that was quick" Wonbin says, voice all cocky and full of himself. God you can't wait to break him.

"You're one to talk, acting like a desperate slut all night."

Wonbin rolls his eyes at you, looking away so you hopefully won't notice how his neck and ears burn a pretty shade of pink at your words. He's so needy, he's practically buzzing out of his seat. He's missed your touch so much, all those months without you were torture, he couldn't even get bet off without thinking about you and when he finally got back you still didn't have time for him. You're so so cruel.

The waitress comes back with two containers of food in her hand, he quickly swipes his card to pay before he gets up, rushing you both out of the restaurant like a eager little puppy. You drag him to the back of the restaurant, it's private enough. If you two don't make much noise you likely won't be caught.

He reaches over to kiss you but you push him back, causing him to frown.

"Get on your knees. I'm not letting you off the hook that easily."

"You want me to eat you out here?" He asks, gesturing vaguely at the not so clean ground. Despite his hesitation he gets down on his knees willingly, not caring if his dress pants get dirty as he looks up at you. You have to admit, he looks pretty like this. Pretty eyes looking up at you, his tie loose and the bulge in his pants is prominent.

"That's not why, you have a lot of nerve thinking I'd let you touch me after how you acted tonight"

Wonbin frowns but doesn't say anything back, mostly because he loves hearing you degrade him. Loves when you deny him what he wants and make him beg for it, even just the thought of it is making his cock drip precum.

"I want you to touch yourself. Right here, right now."

"what?" Wonbins eyes widen as he looks around, You two are concealed well enough but anyone could walk in at any moment, it's so embarrassing....so hot.

"You've been acting like a brat, so needy you're looking for attention from someone that isn't me. You must be pent up. So be a good boy and relieve yourself."

Wonbin feels his face burn red, you're talking about him like he's a dog. The disinterested, if not annoyed, look on your face makes him feel humiliated. Like dealing with him and his needs is somehow beneath you, it's even more humiliating how into it he is. He starts to unzip his pants, pulling down his boxers slightly to pull out his cock. He hisses as his hot cock is exposed to the cold night air, it's all red and needy, practically begging for your attention.

He looks back at you one more time, hoping you changed your mind but you stand firm in your decision, motioning him to go on. He starts out slow, wrapping his hand around his dick and stroking slowly. He can't help it though, he almost immediately starts going faster, biting his lip to stop himself from making any sounds.

Meanwhile you regret not asking if you could film him beforehand, because fuck he looks so pretty. Hair falling over his eyes as he jerks himself off, his dick turning a nice shade of dark pink as small whines escape his lips. He looks up at you again, tears creeping up onto his water line as he opens his mouth, trying not to moan as he talks.

"please touch me- Fuck please- I can't get off without you, need you so bad, so so so bad" he trails off incoherently, bucking his hips against his hands as he gets lost in the pleasure. "Please."

"Maybe you should ask that little waitress for help, with the way she was eyeing you up I'm sure she'd be more than willing to help."

"No I only want you, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I only want you please" his nose is all red as a tear falls down his cheek, lips pursed in a permanent pout. His breath hitches as he leans forward, resting his face on your knee. "I miss you."

That's what does it for you, his hot forehead nuzzling into you, pretty cock in his hands. You lower yourself onto his level, taking his face into your hands. He presses his face into your palm, looking both incredibly adorable and pathetic.

"My pretty boy missed me?"

"So much."

You can't help but crack a smile, he's so cute you forget why you're here in the first place. You reach down and replace his hand that was stroking his cock with yours, causing him to take in a shaky breath, biting his bottom lip.

"One condition, you can't hold back your moans, haven't heard you moan in so long"

He wants to argue with you, say how embarrassing it'll be, what if someone sees? What if a security camera catches you both? But he's miserable without your touch, Simply nodding in agreement.

His head immediately falls back when you start stroking him, small whimpers and whines leaving his lips. You know exactly how to touch him. He mutters something about going faster, you decide not to reprimand him for making demands.

Oh the sounds the makes when you start going faster, his mouth hangs open as he moans and you're sure this is what heaven sounds like. You can see his collar bones, a thin layer of sweat covers them and you simply can't resist. You lean in closer and kiss it, before giving him a hickey, suckling on the skin till it's a dark shade of purple.

The feeling causes him to let out a louder moan, hips bucking into your hand as he whines saying he's close.

"It's okay, cum for me."

That's all the motivation he needs before he's spilling all over your hand, his entire body shaking as he finally orgasms. You help him ride out his high through his shakes, giggling when he leans forward to rest his face on your shoulders.

"....Do you think the foods gotten cold." He says while panting, his face burning hot.

"probably."

I'm running out of ideas so if you guys have any please send them in 😚

[snoopyana]

boys cry too.

“boys cry too, you called me & told me you never felt so low.”

he loves you so much. you’re always in the forefront of his mind, hoping you’re ok when he can’t be there to see for himself. but he was the least of your worries. what a shame.

park wonbin. toxic reader. angst. smut.

staring at his phone, disappointment was painted all over his face. knuckles growing white as he gripped the device. you had told him you’d be outside in ten minutes — so he drove over ten minutes earlier. but by now, forty had passed and there was a growing pain in his chest. heart heavy, wonbin looked at his ‘i’m here!’ message that sat on delivered. praying for it to switch to read in the blink of an eye. but it never did, at least not yet.

the streetlight that he decided to park under, purely for your convenience, started to flicker. body leaning into the leather seat of his car, the rumble of his engine filled the vechile. wonbin contemplated on leaving. even though he was originally over the moon to finally hangout with you, that excitement was slowly fading. being replaced with a sense of insecurity.

did you forget?

but he had all night to wait for you. so even if you remembered hours later, he would be quick to agree to another outing. you play with his heart, and he just waits until you’re done. there was times when he tried to tell himself that he was done being your last priority. lost in his thoughts, contemplating the what ifs. throwing his head back against the seat, his waterline started to sting. an obvious sign of the tears fighting to roll down his face. using the palms of his hands, wonbin aggressively rubbed his eyelids in an attempt to push back the tears.

but he failed.

he always failed. he always ended up crying by himself when you left him on delivered. when you forgot about the plans that you made. when you ignored him because you didn’t want to talk. it crushed his soul every single time. the tears leaving his face hot and his body shaken every time. but he knew you didn’t mean it, he knew that you were just busy. right? you were just busy because you would always contact him and apologize. promising that you wouldn’t forget next time.

a tapping on his passenger side window snapped him out of his thoughts, causing a halt to the mini pity party he was having. swiping away tears, wonbin unlocked his doors — allowing you to situate yourself into his car. there was a silence with his occasional sniffle. your eyes glued on the phone that illuminated your face. a few minutes would pass before you finally looked at him. but only for a second and no longer than a second.

“hey binnie.” the way you spoke in such a sweet tone nearly gave him whiplash. not seeing how you could so casually greet him as if you weren’t a whole hour behind schedule. greeting him without knowing that you were the reason he was so distraught a few moments ago. “sorry i took so long, i-“ but you were stopped.

“you forgot.”

his words caught you off guard. a scuff almost leaving your mouth when he cut you off, but thank god it got stuck in your throat. glancing over to the man, your eyes scanned his face. the way his cheeks were flushed, eyes puffy and bottom lip quivering, but he still managed to smile so softly at you. it almost made your heart ache. just almost. your eyes were trained on his trembling pupils — the way he looked so sad yet so happy to see you.

“you forgot, but it’s ok. i have all day for you to make time for me.” his voice cracking with every syllable that slipped past his lips. you did forget, but your pride wouldn’t let you say that. you couldn’t say that. so instead, you tripped to flip it. “what? of course i didn’t forget, of course i have time for you.” your snappy tone making his smile falter for just a split second. facing forward, his hands gripped onto the steering wheel. so what now? the air was thick, and he was hurt.

putting the vehicle into drive, wonbin tried to get ahold of his emotions as he drove. all while you shifted your attention back to the screen in your hands. connecting your phone to the cars bluetooth. boys cry too filled the empty space. as he drove around, the music was slowly drowned out by the ringing in his ears. becoming lost in his own mind while his body was on autopilot. pulling into a secluded park near the park.a place you two used to frequent, back when you cared.the music had long since been turned off as he turned off the car. leaning back into his seat, wonbins’ eyes found their way to your face.

they always did.

“did you really want to hang out with me today?” he still had that saddened expression on his face as he looked at you. picking at the skin around his fingers, waiting for an answer. waiting for anything. shifting in the seat, you managed to turn completely towards wonbin — shoving your phone into the pocket of your hoodie. “yeah, sure i lost track of time, but that doesn’t mean i didn’t wanna see you.” reaching over, you used the pads of your fingers to swipe away lingering tears on his face. he looked adorable, all worked up.

but he couldn’t seem to believe you, yet allowing your fingers to wipe and caress his face. “i hate your excuses, they hurt so much more than when you ignore me.” he tried so hard to keep a steady tone, cheeks heating up as he kept eye contact.

“do you want me to show you how much i love being around you?” before he could even answer, you were sliding yourself into his lap. reaching down to adjust his seat — making enough room for you both to sit comfortably in the small space. cupping his cheeks in both hands, your thumbs working circles on the skin that you couldn’t quite cover with your palms. leaning forward to plant small kisses on his forehead. humming into his skin when his hands found sanctuary on your thighs.

but don’t get it twisted, you were only doing this so he wouldn’t leave. so he felt loved, and wanted.

your kisses eventually found his lips, nipping at his bottom for entry — entry that he gladly gave to you. while your tongue roamed his mouth, one of your hands started its own adventure to his pants. single handedly unbuttoning the fabric. speaking against his lips, you instructed him to slip down his jeans. he was quick to follow, a whine leaving his throat when the cold air of his car hit the exposed flesh. you didn’t plan on fucking him in his car, just a quick handjob to keep him satisfied.

it’s truly a shame how pretty he was, letting all that beauty go to waste by being such a cling. that’s truly the only reason you never perused him. but you were so lucky that he loved you and adored you as much as he did — letting you do anything you wanted in exchange for the smallest sliver of your attention.

your lips attached themselves to his neck, one hand gripping onto his nape while the other slowly pumped his dick. gripping onto the sides of your hoodie, wonbin let his head fall back into the seat. but this time he wasn’t crying. strings of his moans and whines floating in the air while your hand set a painfully slow pace. gripping at his base before slowly sliding back up to his twitching tip. your thumb spreading around the precum that leaked from his slit.

he would make attempts to buck up into your enclosed fist. only to be forced back down by the weight of your body on his own. his head spinning at the damn-near torturous speed of your hand and your teeth bruising the pale skin of his neck. it was all too much as once, too much in general. broken pleas and cries for you to speed up.

so you finally did, he wanted it right?

the switch of pace had his body squirming underneath you, causing the vehicle to slightly rock side to side. thighs tightening, wonbin held onto you for dear life. if he wasn’t lightheaded before, he definitely was now. parted lips allowing for any and every sound to come from him. you could tell he was close, you knew him all too well. whispering praises just below his ear to push him to the edge. and it worked. it didn’t take much for more until he was releasing all over your hand and onto himself. repeating your name as if he would forget it later. resting your head onto his shoulder, you allowed for him to catch his breath.

but you didn’t stay long, wiping your hand onto his now cum-stained shirt. you opened the car door and stepped out, as your apartment was only a few blocks away from where you two were seated. leaving him without even a goodbye.

“it’s always me left to clean up all the mess.”

note- ok first, 3 fics in week? let me calm down before i get burnt out 😭😭 but i really wanted to write a subish wonbin and i was in the mean mood?? so my apologies for those who wanted a good end. heh. also i linked the song that this is loosely based off of, you just gotta find it! (it’s so easy to find but still)