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violet-1atte · 14 days

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Faux Control

It's finally here!

Summary: Minhee gives into Jisu's wants and wears a remote control vibrator out with their friends. Things go as well as you might expect.

Tags: Cisswap, fem!minho, fem!jisung, dom/sub undertones, exhibition, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, edging, dacryphilia, mild degradation

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Minhee had no idea why she had agreed to this. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she could never tell Jisu no, especially when she looked up at her with her big brown eyes wide and her bottom lip pushed out in a pout. “I’ll be good, I promise,” she had said. “I’ll only use it a little bit. I just want to try something new!” And Minhee would be a fool to deny her sweet Jisu anything.

So that was how she ended up like this. With a remote-control vibrator pressed up inside her while she and Jisu went out for dinner with their friends. In Jisu's purse sat the remote.

Normally, Jisu never had control, which was part of why Minhee was so nervous. She had warned her that if she messed with the settings too much or made the settings too high, she would be getting punished. And Jisu had accepted. But Minhee knew that sometimes Jisu liked to be a bit of a brat. She liked to push Minhee’s buttons as often as she could. So really, she had no idea how the evening was going to do.

“I already got us a table in the back!” Lixie exclaimed, grabbing onto Jisu’s arm eagerly when they arrived at their restaurant. Minhee wanted to laugh when Jisu stumbled over her own feet as Lixie dragged her back, but heat was already spreading across the back of her neck, making any reaction difficult to produce.

The table she got was big enough to fit all eight of them, and Chris, Seungah, and Chaebin were already seated at the table. “Where are Hyunjin and Jeongin?” Jisu asked as she moved to pull out a chair for herself. Minhee beat her to it though, pulling out the chair for her and gesturing for her to sit. The tips of her ears turned red and she mumbled out a small, “Thank you,” as she took her seat. Minhee smiled lopsidedly to herself. The least she could do tonight was to try and fluster Jisu as much as she could. A payback of sorts.

When she sat down, she inhaled sharply and red bloomed across her face–sitting caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside her, and the end on her clit to rub against her. She bit her cheek and swallowed thickly. She felt someone’s gaze burning into the side of her head and she knew immediately it was Jisu. And she made the mistake of looking over and making eye contact—her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted, like she knew exactly what had occurred. Minhee tried to glare at her, but she knew the look came off weak, especially when Jisu’s expression morphed into something entirely different—and she smirked.

Minhee barely had time to register the warmth that pooled in her tummy before her thoughts were interrupted by Lixie answering Jisu’s question. “They were running a little bit late, but they’ll be here soon!”

“They were probably fucking,” Seungah said flatly, which earned a firm-handed slap on the back from Chaebin.

“Yah! Watch your mouth young lady, we are in public!” she exclaimed. Seungah glared and rubbed her shoulder.

“And I’m sure you assaulting me in public will go over well, unnie,” she responded with a roll of her eyes.

Chaebin immediately launched into a far-too-loud lecture on Seungah respecting her elders, but Minhee barely caught any of it. Her face was burning and whenever she shifted she could feel the vibrator pressing against her walls. And it wasn’t even vibrating. Yet. She kept glancing at Jisu, waiting for the moment when she would do something. The waiting was probably worse than the actual thing. It made arousal coil in her belly even though she wanted to pretend it didn’t. It didn’t help that she was surrounded by her friends and in a restaurant of all places. Any little slip-up and all eyes would be on her. She had to stay composed, had to—

“Minhee-yah?” Chris called suddenly, briefly pulling her out of her daze.

“Mhm—yeah?” she asked, clearing her throat. She wondered how obvious her blush was.

“I was just wondering if you were okay,” she said with a sheepish smile. “You just look a little out of it. Are you sick?”

Minhee could feel Jisu’s gaze on her again. “Ah no, I’m okay,” she reassured her.

Her breath hitched when Jisu’s hand was suddenly on her bare thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze—why had she chosen to wear a skirt today? She was leaning in close, close enough that Minhee could smell the sweet brown sugar perfume she had put on right before they left. It made her a little dizzy. “Don’t worry, unnie, I wouldn’t let Minhee go out if she was sick,” Jisu said with a smile. Her smile was so sweet but Minhee knew that behind it hid mischief. It was a smile similar to the one she would give her right before she was about to be a brat. It made Minhee’s pulse jump and butterflies erupted in her stomach.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.” Chris turned her attention to Lixie then and began to engage in a conversation with her about one of the records she was working on. Minhee rubbed a hand over her face and took a deep breath to try to steady herself. She tried to focus on the conversations going on around her but Jisu was once again leaning into her space, even more so this time. She rested her round cheek against her shoulder and looked up at her with wide, sparkling eyes that made Minhee feel so in love she could be sick.

“How do you feel, unnie?” she asked, quiet enough that only Minhee could hear. Her breath brushed against the side of her neck and she shuddered a little. She hoped that Jisu didn’t notice, but she definitely did based on the way she giggled.

“Feeling just fine,” Minhee answered. She tongued her cheek and flexed her fingers. Jisu’s hand was still on her thigh and it burned. “Never better, actually.”

“Hmm,” Jisu hummed. She tapped her fingers against Minhee’s skin and lifted her head. “I see.” Something in the tone of her voice sent a shiver down her spine and she breathed slowly out of her nose. Calm. Calm. I am so. Calm.

Jisu sat back up and Minhee almost missed how the hand that wasn’t on her thigh slipped into her purse. Fuck. She gulped audibly and shifted in her seat. Jisu engaged in conversation with Lixie and Minhee waited. And waited. But nothing came for a while, so she allowed herself to relax. She was calm even as Hyunjin and Jeongin finally arrived and they flagged the waiter over to their table to finally order their food because surely, Jisu knew better than to turn the vibrator on while she was trying to order her food.

Minhee should have known to never be so trusting.

The second she opened her mouth to ramble off what she wanted, she jolted, an electric current coursing through her body. Her breath caught in her throat and a wave of heat washed over her. Her cheeks were on fire and it felt like her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. Jisu’s hand was still on her thigh.

“I’ll take—u-uhm—” She inhaled through her nose and gritted her teeth. The vibrator wasn’t on its highest setting, but it definitely wasn’t on the lowest either. The vibrations against her clit were enough alone to drive her mad—warmth pulsed in her stomach, her breathing shallowed, her pussy clenched around the dildo end, and fuck. Jisu was in so much trouble.

“The spice—spicy chicken, yeah,” she managed after an awkwardly long pause. The waiter hummed and gave a curt nod, probably so used to customers behaving in all sorts of ways that he didn’t even notice. But Minhee was humiliated. And so turned on. And incredibly pissed off.

When the waiter finished taking their orders, everyone’s attention turned to Minhee. Everyone including Jisu. Concern was written all over her face, her eyebrows raised in faux worry. But Minhee knew better.

“You sure you’re okay, unnie?” Jisu asked, blinking up at her innocently. Her hand was still in the purse.

“Are you high?” Jeongin asked immediately after. Minhee’s ears burned and she shook her head vehemently.

“Of course I’m not high, I’m fine,” she insisted with a huff. She took a long sip of her water, hoping it would cool her down a bit. The vibrations were sending near continuous shocks of pleasure through her body and it was already so much. Too much. “I just blanked on what I wanted ‘s all.” She shrugged, making sure to give Jisu a reassuring smile. She hoped it didn’t look as forced to everyone else as it felt.

“Well, if you need to head out, we understand,” Lixie said with a gentle smile. Minhee’s eye twitched.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” She gave Lixie a genuine smile because no one in the world could be anything but soft with her. Minhee had a soft spot for Jisu too, but it was different when she was being a brat. She still needed a bit of firmness sometimes. And this was apparently one of those times.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Jisu said with a sugary-sweet giggle, while underneath the table her hand slid up Minhee’s thigh, her fingertips just grazing the inside. Minhee’s breath hitched and she swallowed. A bead of sweat ran down her temple and she squeezed her thighs together which ended up trapping Jisu’s fingers between them. She heard her inhale sharply and then the vibrations increased.

Minhee choked, eyes going wide. Jeongin gave them a look but then turned her focus back to Hyunjin who was glued to her side. Jisu pecked her cheek. “Still good, unnie?” she whispered, delivering a squeeze to the plushest part of Minhee’s thigh. The touch caused the muscles in her stomach to flex.

“Oh, great,” she gritted. She slunk her hand around Jisu’s waist and gave it a firm squeeze. A warning. “Think you ca—mm.” She burned with embarrassment at the moan that slipped past her lips. It was quiet enough for no one else to notice, at least she hoped, but it was still there. Jisu laughed, but Minhee’s tightening grip on her waist cut her off. “You’re so in for it.”

Jisu wet her lips and her eyelashes fluttered before she glanced away. Then, to Minhee’s surprise, the vibrations turned off and Jisu’s hand returned to her own lap. And just in time for the waiter to return with their food. She let out a sigh of relief and took another sip of her water. There was a sheen of sweat over her heated face but as soon as the vibrations stopped she could feel herself calming down. Maybe Jisu knew how to listen after all.

She thanked the waiter when her food was set down and took the opportunity of freedom to start talking to Chris. She hadn’t seen her in a while with Chris being so busy with her producing job and Minhee being busy with her own job as a choreographer. At the same time, Jisu became engrossed in a conversation with Seungah about whether or not bones were hollow and Minhee almost forgot about the vibrator. She would have completely forgotten about it if she weren’t still dripping wet and if there wasn’t still need twisting in the pit of her stomach. So little by little, she gradually let her guard down.

“Come on, unnie, what’s one dance lesson gonna hurt?” Minhee asked Chris, wiggling her eyebrows. “Besides, I’m sure all the club goers would be very happy to see your improve—”

“I’m not listening, nope, nope!” Chris exclaimed, cupping her hands over her ears. “I do not need a reminder of my dancing skills!”

Minhee laughed, tossing her head back a little. “Or lack thereof.” She took a bite of her chicken and licked a bit of sauce off her fingers, tongue flicking over each digit one by one before she wiped them with a napkin—and that’s when she felt attention on her again. She had barely made eye contact with Jisu before she felt the stimulation from the vibrator again. She choked on air and the muscles in her thighs twitched as she tried to keep herself from reacting but the stimulation was too much. The arousal hit her so fast she felt lightheaded, breathless, and it felt like she was going to go cross-eyed. But fuck, everyone was looking, everyone could see—

“Minhee?” Chris asked, frowning softly.

“Yeah?” she breathed out, reaching for another piece of chicken. Maybe if she could just focus on eating she wouldn’t register the vibrations, that were definitely set even higher than before. She took a bite and swallowed forcefully.

Through the haze, she registered Jisu’s hand on her thigh again. Fingers trailing up, up, slipping under her skirt. Oh, she was getting brave.

Chris opened her mouth to say something after a moment but then she closed it. Her eyes moved up and down Minhee, taking her in, and she felt like she was being examined, scrutinized. Then Chris’s cheeks reddened and she looked down at her plate. “Oh, uh—never mind. Nothing.” Minhee’s stomach swooped. She noticed. There was no way that she didn’t notice. She might not have known exactly what was going on, but she knew something was up.

Minhee knew her cheeks were probably fifty different shades of scarlet, but she tried to focus on something else, even as the pressure between her legs intensified. Jisu didn’t seem to like the fact that she wasn’t reacting as much as she wanted, so she slipped her hand all the way underneath Minhee’s skirt and flipped the vibrator setting up. This caused Minhee’s hips to jerk, her walls spasming around the vibrating dildo. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth and sent a glare towards Jisu, but she just giggled and scooped up another bite of food with her chopsticks.

Sweat gathered on her temples. She took another sip of her water. She was completely zoned out from the conversation around her, her hips grinding down involuntarily every couple of minutes. Jisu’s fingers continued to tease the soft skin of her inner thighs and no one questioned why Jisu’s one hand had disappeared under the table for so long. Minhee’s panties were completely soaked through even though she was essentially plugged up by the dildo inside her. The insides of her thighs were sticky with her wetness. For a moment, she wondered if Jisu could feel it against her fingertips.

Participating in conversation was no longer an option even though she tried. She got a few words in here and there, all too breathless, her voice too high. There was no way most of their friends hadn’t picked up that something was off, even if they didn’t question it. Chris had certainly taken notice and Jeongin gave her a few glances that told her she knew something was up, and that something wasn’t illness related. Her eyes had even gone to Jisu and more specifically, her hand under the table. The hand that was touching Minhee, fingernails scraping against supple skin, ghosting over stretch marks, massaging. There was no way Jeongin didn’t know, too.

And shit, for the first time she really wished that Jisu didn’t know how sensitive her thighs were.

Time lost its meaning as Minhee attempted to hold onto her sanity. She should have seen it coming, really, but it crept up on her all the same. One moment she was struggling to focus on anything else, anything but the constant stimulation on her clit and inside her, and the next moment, she felt it. That familiar, twisting, tightening sensation in her lower stomach, like a spring being wound up, ready to explode. She snapped her head to the side, eyes wide, panicked. She made eye contact with Jisu and pleaded silently, but Jisu smiled and shrugged. Her heart raced when she realized Jisu’s hand instead was climbing up further, pushing her skirt up until—until her fingertips were pressed against the heat of Minhee’s cunt. She looked across the table with an innocent smile, said something to Lixie that Minhee didn’t register through the ringing in her ears, and rubbed firm circles over her clit.

The added pressure right over the vibrator and the knowledge that Jisu was touching her in a restaurant, with all their friends present, was what pushed Minhee over the edge. She had no control over the spring when it finally burst. She came. Slack-jawed and silent, with a white-knuckled grip on her knees. Her hole clenched rhythmically around the dildo and the world around her turned to static. The excess wetness soaked through her panties and wet her thighs and her cheeks burned from the sensation. Oh god. She came. In public. She came in public with Jisu’s hand slipped under her skirt, while eating dinner. Fuck.

The world paused, Jisu froze while Minhee panted. And before anyone could question what was going on, Jisu removed her hand and stood up, a smile too bright to be natural on her face, and said, “Well! I think Minhee and I should head out! Get dessert, you know? Lixie, you can send me money right? Yeah? Thanks so much!”

She grabbed her purse and Minhee’s hand and pulled her to stand up. Her legs shook underneath her. “Um yeah, Jisu and I have…plans,” she said, her voice scratchy.

“You know, Jeongin and I just did our plans before we—” Hyunjin started, but Seungah reached over and covered her mouth before she could finish her sentence. Chaebin proceeded to take her hand away before Hyunjin could start making a scene.

“Well, have fun!” Lixie said, always good-natured. “It was nice having dinner with you! I’ll send you the bill, Jisu.”

“Thanks!” Jisu said, flashing her a quick smile. Then she spun around on her heel and dragged Minhee out of the restaurant, making her almost trip over her feet.

They got to the car and Jisu pulled Minhee to the driver’s side and then sat down in the passenger’s seat. No matter how much control she thought she had over Minhee, she would always be a passenger princess. “Um,” she started as soon as they were both seated. “Did you actually…?”

“Yes I actually did,” Minhee stated through clenched teeth. Sweat collected on her temple and ran down her face. “So, Jisu— mmh— why don’t you turn the damn thing off now.” She was already pulling out as she spoke, desperate to get back so she could absolutely ruin Jisu. It was probably unsafe for her to even be driving in the state she was in, the constant buzzing of the vibrator against her cunt driving her mad from overstimulation. If it went on much longer she would probably come again and she couldn’t while driving. Fuck, there was no way she was letting Jisu get away with this. She had already gotten away with far too much. At this point, she would be dealing out her punishment for the next week.

Jisu stared at her, not answering for a moment. Her eyes blinked rapidly, a habit she’d picked up from Minhee, and damn it, it made her look adorable even in the corner of Minhee’s eyes. “What if I say no?”

Minhee almost stopped the car. “ No?”

Jisu gulped audibly and nodded. “Y-yeah. No. You know the safe word.”

Minhee’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She never imagined Jisu, her obedient Jisu would use one of her own methods for her. Jisu could be a brat sometimes but this was above her usual level of brattiness. If you give a mouse a cookie, or something like that… “Listen, jagi,” Minhee began, forcing her voice to remain steady. “There—there is already a punishment waiting for you when we get back. I might be nice this time and keep it to just today if you can be good until we get there. But if— ngh —if you don’t listen, I’ll drag it on, and on…is that what you want, sweetheart?” She spared a split second to glance over at Jisu. Her cheeks were rosy and her plump bottom lip was trapped between her teeth.

“I…” Jisu tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “…maybe?”

Minhee scoffed, incredulous, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened. “You want me to not let you come for a week, baby?”

Jisu was silent. Minhee’s head was buzzing and the ends of her limbs felt like pins and needles. Shit—it had to, it had to stop, it—then it did. Without a word, Jisu turned off the vibrator and Minhee’s entire body relaxed.

“Ahh,” she breathed out, sinking back against her seat. “That’s a good girl. I knew you could listen.”

“Yeah, I’m good, unnie!”

“Mhm, we’ll see about that. That’s not enough to save you when we get back.” Now that Minhee didn’t feel like her clit was going to fall off, she could concentrate on how exactly she would deal with Jisu when they got back. She didn’t need to be any hornier than she already was but the thoughts swirling through her head added to the cocktail of desire in her gut.

The rest of their drive home was a blur. All Minhee could remember was that at some point she had put her hand on Jisu’s thigh as a reminder of what was the come. Oh how the tables had turned.

Once they were back to their apartment, Minhee wasted no time. She grabbed Jisu by the waist and pulled her close, then crashed their lips together. Jisu tasted sweet despite the savory meal they’d had at the restaurant, and Minhee took it all in, sucking on her bottom lip and laving her tongue over it. Jisu panted into her mouth when she slipped a hand between their thighs and pressed the pads of her fingers against her pussy through her jeans. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” Minhee groaned against her mouth. She reached around and grabbed Jisu’s ass with her other hand and licked past her parted lips, drinking her in like a woman starved. Jisu whined pathetically and did her best to kiss back as she rolled her hips down against Minhee’s hand. Minhee could feel the dampness from how wet she was even through the thick fabric.

“Look at you, so desperate, and you weren’t even the one with a vibrator in your pussy. Is that what you wanted this whole time?” Minhee nipped at her bottom lip, pulling a sweet mewl from her. “Messed with unnie the whole time just so I’d have you like this, hm?”

Jisu nodded dumbly. “Just wan—wanted unnie to feel good. Wanted unnie t-to make me feel good, too” she breathed.

“Is that so?” Minhee’s voice was rough with desire because nothing got her more than how pliant Jisu could be for her. Everything at the restaurant had been an act to get what she wanted. At the end of the day they both knew exactly who had control.

“Yes— yes.”

“Then let’s get to the bedroom, hm?” Minhee placed a kiss on the corner of her lips and squeezed her ass. “I want you to strip for me as soon as we get there.”

Jisu nodded excitedly and gave Minhee a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off to their shared bedroom. Minhee huffed out a laugh as she followed her, working on pulling off her top in the process.

She stepped into the bedroom and Jisu immediately went slack-jawed, her eyes trailing over Minhee’s breasts first and then her soft tummy after. Her gaze made Minhee shy even though they had been together for so long. She would just never get used to how Jisu took her in like she was worshiping her.

“I thought I said to strip for me, princess,” Minhee said with a quirk of her eyebrows after Jisu had been staring so long that the entirety of Minhee’s upper body felt hot.

“Oh uh—yes unnie,” she answered. She started with her jeans first, unbuttoning them tantalizingly slow. Minhee took that time to admire the way her jeans hugged her thighs and how they emphasized her tiny waist.

“So pretty, jagi,” she mumbled reverently as she sat down on the bed.

Red spread across Jisu’s face and she smiled shyly, biting her lip. “Thank you, unnie,” she whispered. She tossed her pants to the side and Minhee’s eyes locked onto the pretty panties she was wearing—they were a baby-blue and lacy, a perfect color against her tan skin. Minhee remembered when she bought them, and she knew she had a matching bra to go with them.

Jisu’s hands hesitated at the hem of her top but Minhee waved her hand, urging her to continue. “Go on, baby. Show unnie your pretty waist.”

Jisu huffed. “You just want to see my boobs.”

“Maybe.” Minhee smirked. “I know you don’t mind. But come on, Jisu, I’m getting impatient.”

Jisu’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she pulled her top off like she was instructed. Her boobs bounced with how fast she tore it off and Minhee’s mouth watered. Her hands itched to grab as Jisu reached around to unclasp her bra, revealing her soft tits and small nipples. “Fuck, c’mere. Lay down on the bed for me.”

“You don’t want me to take these off, too?” Jisu asked, dragging her fingertips over the lace hem of her panties. Minhee shook her head as she climbed up to the edge of the bed and got on her knees.

“I want those for myself.” She grabbed a hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Her hair wasn’t as long as it used to be but she had still been meaning to cut it. Having short hair made what she wanted to do a lot easier.

Jisu climbed onto the bed in front of her and laid down, her wavy brown hair splaying around her head. She had the audacity to look shy even though she had been so confident with what she had been doing to Minhee earlier, and even though she had been in this position about a hundred times. Saliva filled Minhee’s mouth as she looked over her—red cheeks, tiny waist, soft thighs, caramel skin. There was a bruise on her collarbone and one in her inner thigh that hadn’t faded yet. She would have to add more.

“God, I can’t wait to take you apart,” Minhee sighed, reaching out to squeeze Jisu’s thighs. Jisu let out a soft moan as her fingers dug into the flesh and Minhee licked her lips. She leaned over her in an attempt to kiss her again, but then she felt the vibrator inside her shift and she hissed. “Let me get this cursed thing out first.” She scrunched her nose and made quick work of slipped out of her skirt, all while Jisu stared at her with shining eyes.

“You liked it,” she said, desire dripping from her voice, with just a hint of amusement underneath it.

Minhee rolled her eyes as she reached between her legs and grabbed the base of the vibrator, pulling it out with a wet squelch. Jisu’s breath hitched when Minhee held the toy up for a second, the fluids coating it glistening in the fair light. Then, she tossed it aside. “Hm, now I can fully focus on you.”

She crawled between Jisu’s thighs and lowered herself to the bed so that her face rested right over her boobs. When she looked up, Jisu was looking down at her through hooded lashes, small pants coming out of her parted lips. “Always so cute, Jisu-yah.” Without giving Jisu time to respond, she dipped her head down and took one of her nipples in her mouth.

“ Aahh! Minhee,” Jisu squeaked, body jerking underneath her. Minhee hummed around the nipple and swirled her tongue. She could hear Jisu’s heart drumming against her chest, her breathing becoming more erratic with each flick of her tongue. She used her free hand to grope her other breast, thumbing over the nipple just to hear Jisu gasp.

“Unnie, please, please,” Jisu begged. Her voice was getting that higher pitch it always got when she was desperate, and it almost convinced Minhee. Almost. But she was feeling a little mean.

She popped off her nipple, a strand of saliva dripping from her bottom lip. “Please what, jagi?” she asked as she squeezed her breast. Her eyes flicked down to how the flesh spilled between her fingertips and had to squeeze her own thighs together.

“Please…” Jisu wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Touch me, Minhee-unnie, please.”

“Hm…” Minhee pretended to think about it. “Do you deserve it? Have you been a good girl? Or have you been a brat?”

Jisu blinked at her. “I—uh—”

“Dumb already, huh?” Minhee smirked down at her. “Give me an answer and maybe I’ll touch you.” She had no plans of not touching Jisu but she wanted to mess with her. She wanted to touch her just as much as Jisu wanted to be touched, maybe even more.

“I…” Red washed over Jisu’s cheeks and she averted her gaze. “I’ve been a brat…”

“There it is,” Minhee cooed with faux sympathy.

Jisu’s eyes glazed over and she swallowed audibly. “Please…will you? T-touch me? I’ll be good now, so good, I promise.”

And oh, Minhee would be cruel to deny her. How could she say no when she looked up at her like that, sparkling eyes pleading, pretty lips pushed out in a pout, round cheeks dusted cherry-red? She could do so many things to punish her, but saying no wasn’t one of them.

“Let’s see if you can keep that promise, hm?”

Minhee dipped her head down again just to suck on the skin of Jisu’s other tit—at the same time, she slipped her hand between Jisu’s spread legs and pressed the heel of her palm against her through her panties. Jisu arched at the combined sensation and whined, high-pitched and airy. Her panties were soaked through. She was so wet it made Minhee’s mouth water and she almost drooled a little bit against her skin.

“You’re fucking dripping, sweetheart,” Minhee breathed. She shuffled back, catching another glimpse of Jisu’s already fucked-out expression. “Aww, baby, you look like such a slut.”

Jisu inhaled sharply and covered her face with her hands. Minhee shook her head and reached up to pull them down. “None of that. You’re gonna look at me the whole time, got it? I want to see you.”

A quick nod was all Minhee needed before she got down between Jisu’s thighs and laid on her stomach. Jisu’s pussy was still covered by her soaked-through panties, so Minhee hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged. “Lift your butt, Jisu.” Jisu easily complied, lifting her hips off the bed so Minhee could pull them all the way off. She tossed them in some random direction and then set her eyes back on her target. Jisu’s folds were wet and glistening with her slick and her clit was pink and swollen—perfect.

“Unnie, st-stop staring,” Jisu whimpered, thighs coming to close around Minhee’s head. She grabbed her knees and pushed them back apart as a grin spread across her face.

“Sorry, jagi, Jisu’s pussy is just so pretty. So pretty and perfect for me.”

Jisu’s embarrassed whines filled her ears as she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. A drop of drool dripped down onto the sheets. Then, without warning, she pressed her tongue flat against Jisu’s cunt. She gasped, legs kicking out, and she scrambled to grab the sheets. Minhee’s lips quirked up as she ran her tongue from her hole to her clit, collecting her juices in the process. She moaned at her taste. Eating Jisu out would always be one of her favorite things. She could never get over how wet she got, how she tasted, how she smelled.

When her tongue flicked over Jisu’s clit, she swallowed slick she collected, making eye contact with Jisu at the same time. “You taste so fucking good, baby. I could just drink you.” She laved her tongue over her cunt again and watched as Jisu bit her lip. Her hole clenched, squeezing out more fluid. It made Minhee lightheaded.

She continued running her tongue over her, just to hear her gasp. When she’d had enough (though she’d truly never had enough), she closed her lips over her clit, licking and sucking at it like it were a piece of candy between her lips. Jisu cried out, writhing against the sheets. Her thighs shut around Minhee’s head and this time she let her do it.

“ Nghhh— unnie, unnie, please, more,” Jisu begged. She rolled her hips forward, grinding against her face while she sucked on her clit. Wetness collected between Minhee’s own legs. Fucking hell, she was so gone for Jisu.

Just like Jisu requested, she gave her more. She alternated between sucking on her clit and fucking her tongue into her dripping hole, curling her tongue like she was licking ice cream. Jisu moaned loudly when she fucked her, thrusting in and out, in and out. She was reduced to a pathetic, fucked-out mess. Moans and airy whines intermixed with gibberish falling from her lips every other second. Minhee moaned with her as she mouthed at her cunt just to get a reaction from the vibrations her moans created. It worked so well.

“Ahh-hahh—M-Minhee, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m s-so close,” Jisu gasped. Minhee smirked.

She swirled her tongue around her clit and pressed two fingers inside her at the same time. She knew how to flick her tongue just right, knew where to press her fingers to bring Jisu to the edge. Her pressed her fingers against her walls and she keened. The signs were all there—the muscles in Jisu’s thighs tensed, her whole clenched rhythmically around Minhee’s thumb, her stomach pulled taut.

So easy.

“I’m—oh fuck, please, ‘m gonna, I—”

Her body went rigid, but just before she could tip over the edge, Minhee pulled back, leaving her with nothing. She relaxed against the bed, panting. The edges of her eyes glittered with tears.

“Wha— unnie, why did you do that?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse from her moans and there was wateriness to it that told Minhee she was close to crying. That thought probably shouldn’t have turned her on so much.

“I told you I was going to punish you, didn’t I?” she asked, tilting her head. She knew she must’ve looked a sight from the way Jisu looked at her. Her chin was wet and dripping and her lips tingled. But nothing beat how Jisu looked, her wide eyes pleading as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Aww, baby, what’s wrong?” she asked, reaching up to wipe the tear away. It did nothing to help because the fingers she used were coated in Jisu’s wetness.

“Unnie’s mean,” Jisu sniffled.

Minhee cooed and brought her hand down to cup Jisu’s chin. “Aw, unnie’s mean, hm?”

Jisu nodded adamantly, another tear running down her face. Minhee pouted down at her. “Poor, sweet girl.” She brushed her fingers over her bottom lip and her lips parted automatically, allowing Minhee to push them inside. She whimpered when she tasted herself, eyes going a little hazy. Minhee grinned in response, pressing down on her tongue. “If you think I’m being mean, maybe I should just stop. You wanna stop, baby?”

Jisu’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. Drool ran down her chin and coated her pink lips. Minhee pressed down more firmly on her tongue and she gagged, her eyes immediately brimming with more tears. “That’s what I thought.” Minhee chuckled and pulled her fingers out of Jisu’s mouth, leaving a trail of saliva behind. “Stay there, sweetheart. I’m gonna go get something. Be a good girl. No touching.”

A whimper and a pathetic nod was all Minhee got as she got off the bed. She went to their closet and pulled out a box of various different toys—a grin spread across her face when her eyes landed on the item she wanted—a sparkly mint green strap. When she first suggested buying it, Jisu blushed and said that it was tacky. Minhee bought it immediately.

When Minhee turned around, Jisu’s eyes were glued onto her and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Her legs were still spread, so Minhee got a nice view of her pink pussy, shiny and dripping. She licked her lips. Fuck.

“Such a good girl, being so patient for me,” she said as she climbed back onto the bed.

“Wan—wanna be good for unnie,” Jisu whispered, voice shaky. Minhee smiled and bent down to kiss her tummy.

“Is that right? You’re doing a good job of it.”

She made quick work of putting on the strap-on, clasping it around her hips with deft fingers. The material dug into the plush flesh of her hips and was probably a bit too tight, but she’d picked up on the fact that Jisu loved when she spilled over the straps a bit.

Jisu’s breath was coming in a bit ragged as Minhee got ready and it only got worse when she looked down at her and hooked her hands under her knees. Her breath hitched and her eyes went wide. God, Minhee could just devour her. “Are you ready, princess?” she asked, tilting her head. Jisu swallowed, her throat bobbing. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” she hiccuped. “I’m ready. Please. Please fuck me, unnie.”

Minhee inhaled sharply and dug her nails into Jisu’s thighs. “Fuck, jagi.” She could have made Jisu beg, but now she was getting desperate to see her fall apart too.

The sound Jisu made when Minhee pushed inside of her was enough to make her go entirely insane. She tossed her head back against the pillows and keened high in her throat, the sound becoming a little choked when Minhee pushed her legs back to fold her in half. She panted and whimpered breathlessly as she adjusted to the stretch. The corners of her eyes still glistened with tears. The sight made Minhee a little dizzy.

“Ready for me to move now?”

Jisu nodded rapidly. “Please, please. I need—need— ahhh!”

Minhee gritted her teeth as she snapped her hips forward, punching a loud, debauched moan out of Jisu. She didn’t give her a second to breathe. Her eyes rolled back, choked moans and breathless whines spilling from her parted lips. Her legs trembled. Drool ran down her cheek.

A bead of sweat rolled down Minhee’s temple. She felt closer to the edge than even the vibrator had made her feel, just from the sight of Jisu falling apart. “You’re so fucking perfect. The prettiest girl, holy shit.”

She thrust her hips harder and Jisu’s eyes went wide. “ Fuck— oh, fuck,” she gasped, hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets. The strength of Minhee’s thrusts had her sliding up the bed.

“Satisfied now that you’re all—filled up?” Minhee asked, breathless. “‘S that what my jagi needed? To be fucked like a slut?”

“Hnnng,” Jisu moaned. “Wan’ more.”

“More?” Minhee gripped her thighs so hard there would be bruises there later. The skin gave so easily under her fingers that they were probably already bruised. “You want more? Why—” she groaned as Jisu spread her legs more, allowing her to press into her more fully. “—why should I give you more?”

“ Unnie!” Jisu whined. “Please, please I—I’m good.”

She pouted at her from between her knees and Minhee went a little cross-eyed. She was weak, so weak for her. “Alright, I’ll give you more, then.”

She hiked Jisu’s hips up so that her knees could hook over her shoulders and then she slowly slid out. Jisu held her breath. Minhee pulled out, inch by inch, until only the tip was left inside. And then she slammed back into her, her hips meeting her ass with a loud smack!

Jisu’s mouth fell open and she cried out, tears springing to her eyes. “Oh fuckkk— Min–unnie!” she moaned. The heels of her feet dug into Minhee’s back, pulling her closer. She was completely bent over her. She could feel Jisu’s breath brushing against her lips with every pant and when sweat dripped down her nose, it landed on Jisu’s cheek.

“That–hah–that good enough for you, princess?” Minhee gritted through clenched teeth. Jisu only whined in response.

It only took a few more thrusts for Jisu to start babbling again, senseless pleas and needy little moans tumbling from her lips every couple of seconds. “Please, pl-please unnie, gonna– mmm– gonna come, please!” she gasped. Minhee’s breath hitched and suddenly she was completely overwhelmed with Jisu’s sounds and how she looked beneath her, completely fucked out and desperate. So she turned her head to the side and bit down on her thigh.

“Ow! Unnie!” Jisu sniffed. She pushed her hips forward, sucking the strap deeper. “Mean, so mean.”

Minhee laughed softly and leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Shh, maybe, you’re just too cute and too fucking sexy.” Jisu pouted, but her pout was wiped away as soon as Minhee continued her thrusts again. Jisu’s breath stuttered and she whimpered, back arching.

“Oh–I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—”

Minhee stopped her thrusts all together and pulled out, leaving Jisu with nothing but the teasing stimulation of the dildo’s tip brushing against her wet folds.

Jisu sobbed brokenly and slumped against the bed. “Please–” she cried. “Why’d you stop? I want to come.”

“You’re getting punished, remember baby?” Minhee said. She rubbed a soothing hand over Jisu’s tummy. “Just one more and then you can come. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and wait just a little longer?”

Jisu’s face was already streaked with new tears but she nodded. “I–I can.”

“That’s my girl.”

She let Jisu calm down for a bit longer, leaning down to press soft kisses to her mouth. Jisu melted against her, allowing their lips to move together languidly while Minhee’s hands ran up and down her body. Her skin was soft and clammy from sweat and so perfect Minhee could have touched her forever. But she did tell her that she would let her come eventually, so after another minute of kissing, she pulled away and got back into position.

“Ready, sweetheart? Still want to keep going?”

Jisu smiled softly and wrapped her legs around Minhee’s waist. “‘M ready. We can keep going.”

Minhee smiled back and gave her thigh a squeeze. “Perfect.”

She wet her lips as she slid back into her cunt. Warmth pooled in her stomach at how easily she sucked the strap and she felt the walls of her own hole clench around nothing at the slick sound it made entering her. She took a deep breath to ground herself. Jisu whimpered softly and looked up at her with pleading eyes and that was all she needed to start fucking into her again.

This time her thrusts were slower, more calculated, but she still pushed deep, hitting at an angle she knew Jisu liked the most. It was just as effective as fucking her roughly because she couldn’t stay still or keep quiet, hips twitching with every thrust. She was so wet that slick dripped onto Minhee’s hips as it collected on the dildo. It made her mouth water. She’d have to eat her out again after they had rested.

This time, Jisu reached her peak a lot faster. Soon she was writhing against the bed, the muscles in her stomach fluttering when Minhee rolled her hips.

“Hnng–unnie please. I’m cl-close so close, let me come please.”

Minhee smiled down at her, a little condescending, but still sweet. “I told you,” she said, “one more time. Then I’ll let you come.”

The way Jisu cried out was music to Minhee’s ears. She let Jisu get right to the edge and just before she came, she stopped her thrusts all together again and pulled out, leaving her empty and aching. Jisu whimpered and cried softly beneath her, mumbling out how she wanted to come; “So bad, I need it, unnie.” Minhee sighed lovingly and kissed her calf.

“Shh, jagi, you’ll get to come now. You were so, so good.”

“I was good?” Jisu asked, eyes sparkling. Minhee’s heart jumped.

“Of course, so good, my princess.” She let her relax against the bed so she could rest for a moment and so that she could be at a better angle to kiss her. Jisu sighed against her mouth while she carded her fingers through her hair. “How do you want it baby? Want unnie to keep fucking you? Or do you maybe want my fingers?” She reached down between them and ran her fingertips over Jisu’s clit. The shiver and gasp she got in response was a good indication.

“Can–can I have your fingers, please? Wanna feel you, just you.”

A smile spread across Minhee’s face and she gave Jisu one last kiss. “Alright, baby, I’ll give you what you want now.”

She sat up and quickly undid the strap and set it off to the side. They were definitely going to have to clean the sheets from how wet it was but that was something for later them to worry about.

Jisu was waiting patiently when she got back between her thighs. Minhee was shocked she hadn’t even tried to touch herself, not even once. Maybe what she did at the restaurant had been enough bratting for one day. “I’m gonna make you feel so good now, okay?”

From this angle, it was easy to lean over Jisu and capture her lips in a kiss. Jisu was greedy now, her lips parting immediately and her tongue flicking out to taste Minhee. She kissed her with just as much vigor, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. The wet smack of their lips together and Jisu’s soft moans when she licked into her mouth almost covered up the sound of Minhee’s two fingers slipping into her pussy. Jisu’s moan was unmistakable though, as was the way her hips kicked in response.

Minhee grinned as she curled her fingers and Jisu moaned. She swallowed the sound down with a kiss, slotting their lips together so that any sound was muffled. When she began thrusting her fingers, Jisu gasped into her mouth and pushed her hips down to meet her hand. The walls of her cunt were hot around her fingers and velvety-smooth, and they sucked her in.

A groan made its way up Minhee’s throat when Jisu clenched around her. “Fuck,” she mumbled. Her head was spinning—she was dizzy with arousal. “You take me so well, shit. So fucking good.”

“Unnie,” Jisu whimpered, going a little cross-eyed. Minhee pressed her palm against her clit in response and curled her fingers. “Oh my–oh my gosh. Nghhh–fuck!” She grinded down against her palm, desperate for any stimulation she could get. Insatiable.

Minhee was so wet between her own legs that it was becoming ridiculous. Jisu’s reactions to getting fingered alone were probably enough to make her come. Her pretty noises sent waves of arousal rolling through her body and the slick squelching sounds of her fingers made her lightheaded.

“Baby,” she groaned. She spread her fingers and Jisu whimpered.

“I’m getting—” she cut herself off with a desperate whine as Minhee pumped her fingers deeper. “Hnng—I’m getting close again.”

Minhee could tell by the way she was clenching around her rhythmically and the way her kisses were turning into nothing more than pants against her mouth. “You can come whenever you want, baby.”

“Thank you, thank you—”

Minhee started fingerfucking her with more vigor, sliding the digits in and out while Jisu grinded against her hand desperately. She squirmed against the bed and twitched with every curl of Minhee’s fingers and fuck. She was such a sight with her red, swollen lips and eyelashes clumped together with tears. Minhee could finger her like this for hours but she had a promise to keep.

This time, Jisu couldn’t even warn Minhee. She tossed her head back, her pretty neck arching. The muscles of her stomach went taut and her hole spasmed around Minhee’s fingers, and then she was coming. Wetness spilled over her hand as Jisu trembled and her eyes widened. “Holy shit—”

“ Nghhh,” came Jisu’s weak response. Her juices ran down between Minhee’s fingers and dripped onto the bed, soaking the sheets. Minhee bit her lip. Jisu didn’t squirt often, so seeing it, feeling it, was otherworldly. She had to blink herself back to reality as she fingered her through her orgasm. Fuck, she wanted to take her apart endlessly.

When Jisu finally came down from her high, chest heaving with her uneven breaths, she whined and covered her face. “Oh my gosh…unnie…I can’t believe I did that.” Embarrassment seeped into her voice and Minhee had half the mind to tease her, but she didn’t. Instead, she slipped her fingers out and brought her hand to her mouth. With a lopsided grin, she sucked her fingers into her mouth and licked between them.

“Minhee!” Jisu exclaimed, incredulous. “Why would you do that?”

Minhee giggled and flopped down beside her. “Couldn’t help myself. You always taste good. And I love it when you do that.” She ran her clean hand through Jisu’s messy hair and the younger sighed softly.

“It’s embarrassing…” she mumbled.

Minhee chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Nothing embarrassing about it. You’re adorable.”

Jisu gave a playful roll of her eyes and Minhee opened her arms as she scooted closer.

“We need to get cleaned up,” Minhee said.

“Sleep first,” Jisu mumbled against her chest. “You made me go through three almost orgasms and—” her head suddenly snapped up and her eyes widened. “Minhee-unnie, I never made you come.” Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout which Minhee quickly kissed away.

“Shh, don’t worry. I came once earlier, remember?” She pressed another reassuring kiss to the corner of Jisu’s mouth. “Besides, I know you’ll make it up to me later, right? With this pretty mouth of yours.” She brushed her thumb over Jisu’s bottom lip, giggling when she shuddered.

“You’re gonna make me horny again.”

Minhee cackled. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” She continued combing her fingers through Jisu’s hair and pressed her head against her chest. Jisu told her once that hearing her heartbeat after they had sex was always comforting. So she always made sure she could be pressed right up against her.

“After we have a little nap and a bath, do you want to watch a Studio Ghibli movie with me?” she asked softly after a moment. Jisu nodded vigorously. Her hair tickled Minhee’s neck.

“Mhm!” she agreed, voice muffled against her chest.

Minhee smiled and bent her head down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Studio Ghibli it is. I’ll get us some ice cream too.” Jisu made a noncommittal hum and kissed the side of her boob.

“Sounds perfect, unnie.”

As they cuddled up together, Jisu dozed off, but Minhee’s mind began to wander. She'd discovered some things about herself earlier in the evening that she would have to explore later. But there was no way she would let Jisu ever realize the full extent of how affected she was. They both knew that Jisu's control had been entirely faux control...but as Minhee thought longer, she came to a question; Had it really?

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The Best Part of Waking Up (18+)

PA! Steve Rogers x Dom!Boss! Reader

Summary: His boss may not be a morning person, but it’s up to Steve to get you to work on time. Things don’t exactly go the way he expects, though.

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Word Count: 4,153

Warnings: smut, slight dub-con/coercion, light dom/sub, mild use of restraints, power imbalance, oral - m & f receiving, petnames, dirty talk, body-inclusive reader, fem reader

A/N: First time dabbling w/ dom reader so I hope that element presents itself well. Personally, I think mcu Steve (especially in the earlier movies) screams sub😋 so I will probably experiment more with that aspect of his character in future fics too😍 Tho not always bc dom Steve is just...🤌🏻 Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

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Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

“Steve, I need you to wake me up at exactly 5:30 tomorrow morning.”

Those were the words that kept rattling around in Steve’s head as he rode the elevator to the top floor of the lavish apartment building you resided in. When the elevator’s bell dinged and its doors slid open, he swallowed heavily as he stepped into the modern-looking hallway.

This was not going to be enjoyable.

It wasn’t that the early rise bothered Steve, he usually woke up at 6 am to go on a run before work, so an hour or two earlier didn’t kill him. The problem laid in how you acted in the early waking hours. You were notorious for your hatred of mornings. You weren’t a fan of them in general, and waking up before 8 am was pure agony. For him.

Sure, you disliked mornings, but he was the one who had to deal with your cranky attitude and unyielding criticism of every single thing he did when you were tired. A 5:30 morning wake up call was definitely going to put you in a foul mood, and Steve would be the recipient of that sleep-deprived anger. Even worse than that was actually trying to wake you up.

It was a well-known fact that normal alarms were no match for you. He had replaced many broken alarm clocks and phones that you had thrown across the room in your slumbering rage. You claimed that you had no memory of your destructive actions since you were such a deep sleeper, but Steve suspected you just didn’t want to admit that you threw such dramatic fits. You always carried an air of assertive power with you, and breaking alarm clocks did not fit that professional aura.

So, because of said fits, when it was vital that you arise earlier than what your circadian rhythm deemed acceptable, someone had to physically wake you up. That didn’t mean you were any less violent, it just meant you couldn’t get rid of them by throwing them at a wall– not for lack of trying.

Steve hadn’t yet had the displeasure of being the one to wake you up, but you had point blank told him to do it, so he couldn’t shirk the responsibility onto one of the lesser assistants.

Which was why he was now unlocking your apartment door with his spare key. He flicked on the entryway light as he walked across the threshold. He knew the layout of your home as well as his own — significantly smaller — apartment. As your personal assistant, he was at your beck and call 24/7, which entailed a lot of house visits. He glanced over at the couch he slept on whenever you worked late into the night without dismissing him for the evening, even though you had a guest bedroom.

He set your steaming cup of coffee on the counter along with your usual breakfast. Hopefully, they would compel you to rise without making a scene. Glancing at his watch, he headed down the hallway and stopped at your closed bedroom door. It was 5:28. You had said exactly 5:30, so he waited with bated breath as he watched the tiny hands of his watch tick. As soon as the long hand hit ‘6’ he opened the door while saying in a voice that lacked conviction, “It’s 5:30, time to wake up, ma’am.”

There was no response. He looked toward the large bed and saw a lump covered in lush blankets. It rose and fell with your every deep breath. He stayed at the door, but increased his volume, “You have a very important meeting, so you need to wake up.” Your slumbering form didn’t move an inch.

Steve cleared his throat loudly but still, nothing. With a frustrated sigh, he walked closer to your bed and repeated himself. He was met with the same, unmoving response. So far, Steve had stayed out of arm's reach, keeping an eye out for any sudden movements. When it was clear that method wasn’t going to work, he gave in and moved to the side of your large bed.

He held his breath as he reached out and grasped what he hoped was your shoulder – it was hard to tell with all the blankets – and began shaking it. His coworkers who’d had the misfortune of waking you up before had said this was the best tactic. After a few seconds, he felt you shift and heard a low groan. He kept shaking, upping his speed just a bit and leaning into it.

Just get it over with, Steve.

Suddenly, the pile of blankets rolled away, and he fell forward into the mattress. He let out a loud “oof!” as he landed face first into the soft but firm cushion. He heard what sounded like the mutterings of a gargoyle as the bundle beside him squirmed. At least he’d done something. Hopefully, now you could hear what he was saying, “It’s a little past 5:30 now so you should really get out of bed and-”

He was cut off by a mountain of blankets tossed on top of him like a tsunami. Startled, he thrashed under the smothering heap of expensive fabrics until he was finally able to throw them onto the floor. When he got his bearings, he turned around and found you sleeping on the opposite side of the mattress. You were curled up on your side, a pillow clutched around your head.

With more caution, he approached you again. That time it was blankets, next it might be something that could actually leave a dent. He glanced at the large bedside lamp that sat next to you and felt sweat start to bead at his forehead.

At this point, he felt ridiculous. He, a grown man, was stealthily crawling across an unreasonably wide bed while his power-house of a boss snoozed on the other side. He had never imagined being the executive assistant for one of the most powerful women in the city would end up like this.

When he reached you, he stretched out a hand and squeezed your upper arm, cringing as he did so. You didn’t throw anything at him, which he took as a good sign. When he spoke, he tried to keep his voice calm and low so he didn’t startle you so much, “Hey, boss. It’s-uh, time to wake up and start the day,” he sounded like a cautious dad trying to wake up his unruly kid from a nap, “I know you don’t care for mornings, but I got something special waiting for you that’ll really help boost your energy. Get that blood pumping.” The only reply he got was the muffled sound of your even breathing. He dropped his hand and looked towards the ceiling in desperation, out of ideas other than to throw you out of bed.

He was gearing up the courage to shake you awake again when he heard the rustling of covers. He whipped his head down and saw you slowly rise so that you were leaning on your elbow. The pillow you had been hiding under was nowhere to be found. Your back still faced him, and he sucked in a breath when you shifted on your elbows to face him.

His words caught in his throat when your eyes finally met his. They weren’t sharp and demanding like he was used to. In fact, your whole face held a softness he had never seen before. You were always serious and commanding. Now, though, your eyes were glazed over with a sleepy haze, eyelids only half open. Your fluttering eyelashes cast shadows on your delicate cheeks. You blinked a few times before your eyes slowly scanned him.

Steve’s body was stiff as a board and he felt like his tie was too tight around his neck. He had no clue how to act in this situation. He fell back on the manners his mother had instilled in him at a young age. He glanced at his watch, “Ma’am, it’s now 5:42, so we need to get going soon.” He looked back over at you and saw that you hadn’t shifted, your eyes still partially glazed over. It looked like you were still half asleep.

Your lips opened and Steve once again froze in place, “You said you have something special for me?” The sound of your low, raspy morning voice made Steve shift in his spot. He pondered your words, and then it dawned on him.

“Yes, I’ll go get it right now, Ma’am.” Steve scooted towards the edge of the bed. His plan was to sprint to the kitchen and back with your breakfast in hand before you had the chance to lay back down.

His exit plan was thwarted, however, when he a warm body pressed up against his back. You slung your arms over his shoulders and held him against your chest. You brought a hand up to his cheek and turned his head to face you as you leaned forward. “What-”

You curled your fingers in his hair and brought his lips to yours, hot and wanting. He let out a strangled gasp in surprise and you took advantage of the opportunity and plunged your tongue past his open lips. He was too stunned to do anything but react to your sudden advance, leaning into the heated kiss. When you flicked his tongue with yours he mewled and joined you in a fight for dominance. Your soft lips pressed against his as you explored his mouth. The kiss was fierce and rough, a mash of greedy need. When you pulled away he felt light-headed, his lips raw and his dick twitching in his pants.

You threw a leg over to straddle his lap, sitting right on top the bulge blooming in his suit pants. You giggled. The unfamiliar sound you emitted snapped him out of his reverie. He grabbed your shoulders before you could lock lips with him again, keeping your intoxicating scent at bay.

“W-wait. Y/N-I mean, boss, ma’am-whatever. What are you doing?” He let out a muddled huff and shifted beneath you as your core rubbed against his clothed cock. Everything was happening so fast, he needed to stop before he lost his grip and did something he knew you’d both regret. “Y-You’re not awake yet. And-and even if you were we can’t do this.” He attempted to push you off, but you grabbed his wrists and ground your pussy down into his crotch. He let out a lewd moan and cursed under his breath. You giggled again, the sound ringing in his ears.

You pouted your lips but your eyes were calculating, the sleep slowly draining from them, “What do you mean? You promised me a special treat, and now you’re taking it away from me? I expect my top employee to follow through on his promises. He should know that kind of behavior will get him in trouble.” Your voice was coated in honey as you slowly humped him, and he felt a growing damp spot on his pants. He didn’t know if it was from you or him or both, but he didn’t care. All his mind do was focus on his throbbing cock and keen for more contact. His dick wasn’t even inside you and he was already pussy-drunk.

“I-I was talking about coffee,” his weak voice trailed off at the end and he sucked in a sharp breath when you shifted so that you were only straddling his right thigh. Your knee dug into his growing erection.

“I think-” You ground your pussy against his thigh, rubbing back and forth- “that a much more efficient way to give us both a boost of energy-” Your sleep shorts did nothing to prevent his pant leg from getting soaked in your dripping arousal- “Would be an orgasm.”

He had no comeback, too captivated by the feeling of your wet pussy sliding against his thick, muscular thigh. He couldn’t help himself from bucking into your touch to get more friction against your knee. You gasped and he moaned when you pressed it forward, grinding into his bulge.

He didn’t get to enjoy the feeling for too long, though, because you moved it away. Before he could protect, you pressed your palms against his chest and pushed him onto his back. He looked up at you as you leaned over him. You brought your hands to his collar and removed his red tie, undoing the half windsor knot in a heartbeat. Your fingers made light work of the buttons on his navy dress shirt and you pushed the material away as you explored the hard plains of his chest with your warm hands. His skin was flushed and sweaty. You flicked his nipple and he flinched, bringing his hands up to hold your waist. You stilled. “Hands off.” He immediately dropped them, your tone sounded like the commanding one he was used to, with an extra warning bite to it. “Above your head.”

“Wh-” he yelped when you pinched his nipple.

“I said, hands above your head, Mr. Rogers.”

Your tight grip only relaxed when he did what you demanded. With practiced motions, you quickly fastened them together, using his tie. “Now keep them there like a good boy and you’ll be rewarded.” His cock twitched at the nickname and you noticed. “Oh! Does it turn you on that I’m in charge? You’re such a big, strong man, so let me take control for once. We both know I already do outside of the bedroom, so this shouldn’t be too difficult.” You leaned down and whispered in his ear, “And you say ‘yes ma’am’ like the perfect little assistant you always are.”

Steve shivered at the feeling of your hot breath cresting the shell of his burning ear, “Y-yes, ma’am.” He had never felt so dirty in all his life. There was something about giving you control that made him weak in the knees.

“Good boy, Steve.” You pressed a quick kiss against his temple and pulled back up, once again looming over him. With his hands placed above his head, he felt more exposed than he’d ever been in his life. He wasn’t much of a player as it was, so this was wildly out of his comfort zone. But still, he’d never been so turned on in his entire life.

You ran your hands down his chest, raking your nails across his skin. He hissed at the sting but when you settled at his pants belt, a whine caught in his throat. You fiddled with the belt buckle. “I could help you out down here, as a thank you for all the loyal, dedicated service you’ve given me.” You straightened up and pulled your loose, silk top off. Steve could have melted. You weren’t wearing a bra, so your tits were on full display. He felt drool collect at the corner of his mouth at the look of your nipples. He wanted to suck them, worship them, worship all of your body. You shifted slightly and he looked down as you shimmied out of the matching silk shorts. “Or-” you said as you returned your hands to the top of his pants- “I could ride your face like it’s a fucking saddle.”

His cock strained. He’d be satisfied with either option, he just wanted to feel more of you, however you dished it out. You grinned like a wolf, he guessed you had made your decision, which was a good thing because he was about to bust. “Or, how about we do both?”

You unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, and pulled them down to his knees. His groan was low and instinctual when you grabbed his dick and stroked it up and down. While still stroking him, you pivoted your body so that your ass faced him. His hands itched to grasp your ass cheeks and squeeze. You must have noticed because you clucked your tongue. “Remember, no touching.”

He dropped his jaw, tongue at the ready as you backed up further and landed on his face. He lapped at your flowing juices like a man who had been lost in the desert for a year and had finally found water. The sound of your lecherous moans only egged him on further, and he dug into what was soon becoming the best meal of his life. He plunged his tongue further into your pussy, passing your entrance and diving right into your dripping hole. He repeated the motion over and over while nuzzling into your heat. His chin brushed against your clit and you mewled.

Until that point, you had been steadily stroking his straining cock from tip to base at a torturous pace. As you ground your pussy into his wanting face, you lowered your head and enveloped the tip of his cock in your mouth. You sucked up the precum beading from it and hummed at the musky taste. Steve’s hips bucked up and he groaned into your core. You dug your nails into his thigh as a warning. He panted against you but didn’t stop in his quest to make you come.

You continued to suck his cock, it was large and girthy, but you were plenty up for the challenge. Inch by inch, you lowered your head, pausing to adjust to his overwhelming size. His cock burned through your throat, but it was well worth it when you felt his absolutely feral reaction against your cunt.

He sucked against your clit and you groaned around him, starting to bob your head up and down. You worked together in tandem, sucking and licking. Steve’s cock was large and thick, it was heavy in your mouth as you worked your way down him, not quite reaching the base. You groan around him, the vibration and squeeze of your throat was sending tingles of heat through him.

When he flicked his tongue on your clit, you started pumping with a new vigor as you ground your hips down onto his face, riding him like a god damn horse.

It was the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced.

He felt lightheaded, partially from his life being sucked from cock, and that his entire face was enveloped by your velvety flesh and heady essence. He only got little spouts of air in when you would hover off of him for a second. Each time you did, he whined, wanting your sweet cunt back on him. He didn’t need to breathe, he just needed to consume you, devour your pussy like you were devouring his dick.

He’d never felt this kind of pleasure in his life, and having you on top, you in control, it brought out something deep inside him he never knew existed. He felt a connection beyond simple fucking; beyond the lines now blurred between work and play.

It was an undeniable urge to please, to obey. The want for his own release paled in comparison to his want to give you everything he had. Because he needed to be the one that gave you pleasure, that ate you out with abandon until you became moaning mess. All the while, you still held the reigns, able to lift away were he to make even one unapproved movement. So, he blissfully did what you commanded. Let the stress of his life and job fall away, and just focus on the singular task of getting you to cum on his tongue.

He could have spat his load ages ago, probably without you even touching him, but he knew that was taboo. He had to have permission. He just couldn’t voice his pleas. His desperation for relief from the almost painful torment you were giving him was muffled by your weeping cunt. You must have noted his obvious need, because the next time you popped off his dick, you replaced your mouth with a warm hand and asked, “Do you need to cum, Stevie?”

He moaned, that simple nickname coming from you did something to his brain. He tried to nob but you pressed against his head harder, wiggling your hips.

“I’ll tell you what. since you’ve been such a good boy for me and have been eating out my cunt like a starving man, I’ll let you cum.”

Tears were welling in Steves eyes as you teased his cock, rubbing your hand around his cockhead, swirling beads of his precum along the thick veins.

“First, though, you have to make me cum, understand?”

Steve’s reply of, “Yes, Ma’am,” was muffled from underneath you.

You chuckled. “Go ahead, then.”

He ran his tongue between your slit, collecting your dripping juices and mixing them with his own saliva. He brought the salacious mixture up to your bundle of nerves and twirled it around your trembling little nub. The sound of your moans combined with the sloppy shlucking of his own ministrations was like music to his ears.

When your moans morphed into blissed out praises, “Good boy, that’s it. So good - so good for me Stevie,” he lost all sense of control. Like a feral animal, he growled into your heat, nipping at his irresistible prey. He grazed your throbbing clit with his teeth and then fluttered his tongue on it. The sudden teasing took you to the edge, and when you pressed your ass down for more, he met you, smacking his lips around your sensitive clit and sucking. Not holding back, you mewled and cried out as your orgasm shot through your body, blazing with the most divine fire imaginable. You shuddered over him as he gobbled the arousal flowing from your quaking walls like a fountain.

Your pleasure still rolled through you as you bent back down and enveloped his cock in your mouth. Drool and precum slid down the sides as you pressed down, taking him all the way to the hilt. He didn’t know how you could possibly breathe, but before he could grumble his concerns, you swallowed around his pulsing length. The feel of his dick hitting the back of your throat as you gagged around his massive size was like heaven.

He almost couldn’t believe you were doing this with such vigor. The blowjobs he’d received in the past always seemed like a chore for his partners, something they had to do solely for his pleasure.

But not you. The both of you knew who was calling the shots. You could have gotten your fill, kicked him out of your apartment, and he wouldn’t have voiced a single complaint. The fact that you wanted him to cum in your mouth, that you craved his release as much as he craved yours, it set him on fire in a way he’d never experienced before. It was incredible. You were incredible.

God, your fucking mouth was incredible.

When you brought a hand to his balls and squeezed, he had no choice but to let go. His cum shot up into your wanting mouth as you sucked the leaking tip of his cock, pumping the base to milk out every last droplet so you could swallow it down.

Steve kept himself from bucking up into your throat, he knew better than that now. He roared into your pussy, the aftershocks of his orgasm shaking through his sweat-drenched body. He lapped at your sopping folds, drinking up every drop of your sweet nectar, still starving for your essence. You swallowed it down.

Steve let out a groan of protest when you pulled your delectable pussy away from him. His eyes were fixed on your ass like it had hung the moon. You shifted so that you were once again face-to-face. Reaching out, you untied his hands. He kept them in place until you gave the word to move. “That’s my good boy. Go ahead now, you can even have a little touch.”

With your permission, he placed his hands on your heavenly ass. Before he could partake in anymore of your generosity, a blaring thought shot into his mind. He wrenched his left hand off you to check his watch. “Shit! It’s 7:15! There’s no way we’re making it to the meeting on time.”

You set a hand on his chest, stilling his instinctive personal assistant panic. “Don’t worry about it, Stevie. They called last night to say it was pushed back to this afternoon. I guess I forgot about my-” A smirk played across your lips-“Wakeup call. My bad,” you chuckled, giving him a knowing wink.

Steve didn’t have the energy to even be a little bit annoyed at the (supposed) mix up. This was the best morning of his life.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers smut #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #PA! steve rogers #chris evans character fanfiction #captain america #captain america x reader #light dom/sub #mcu fanifiction #dub con #coersion #sub steve rogers #dom reader #modern au #my writing #me #rubynationwins

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lesbianoms · 6 months

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I want an older woman who will call me over to her like I’m a dog. Not in a mean degrading way though. Like a genuinely enthusiastic voice and posture, with a huge smile on her face as she’s bending over and waving me over with both hands. I want that wealthy middle-aged white lady energy.

“Come here girl! Come to Mama! Here girl! Hereee!”

And when I dash towards her fast as fuck and practically knock her over when I jump into her arms, she just keeps praising me and giving me sweet forehead kisses and stroking my hair

“Yes!! Good girl!! Oh, such a gooood girl!! Yesyes, yes, who loves you?? Mommy loves you!! What a good girl~!!!”

#sapphic #petpl@y #petpl4y #older woman/younger woman #wlw kink #praise k!nk #olderwomen #nom’s thoughts #light dom/sub #lesbian #gentle domination #gentle fdom #bark!

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hihimissamericanbi · 7 months

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*Fresh Fic*

WAKE UP tumblr @emeryhall and I did a thing!!!

May we present to you, for your horny pleasure, 14K worth of our very first Drarry smut for @hpkinktober Day 8: Pensieve!!!! (Yes we are late don't judge)

Inspired by @delusionisaplace and their "inexperienced" smut prompts: "show me how you like it" ~ "are you sure you want to do this?" ~ "I've never done this before"

HAVE FUN DARLINGS!!

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theobjectofyourire · 2 years

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Pretty Mess (Daemon x Rhaenyra)

summary: a short modern! au where both Daemon & Rhaenyra are vampires, and Daemon's a lil messy and submissive

warnings: smutty (build-up), light dom/sub, blood

I hope you enjoy! Let me know if I should write more of this au bc I really want to 👀

Rhaenyra's POV

An exquisite whine aches in the breaking of his voice as he sinks to the floor. Somehow, he looks even more a god on his knees, and the irony that after all his talk, his will be the ones bruised does not fail to give me a thrill. I can’t help but take more than a slight pleasure at the picture he makes.

“Baby, please,” he begs, his trembling hands tousled in his hair, his forehead resting against the crushed velvet cushion of our black sofa. He looks such a pretty mess, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled to his elbows and already beginning to crease. I’m eager to wrap my fingers around the single silver chain that drips down his chest, to tug at it and draw him nearer, but I’m not yet done watching him plead.

“I’m sorry, darling,” I simper, my painted lips pursed in the pout he so loves. “I’m afraid I won’t be so easily swayed.”

He drops his hands to the floor, looking up at me with a desperation that warms my core. “Nyra,” he whimpers. I squeeze my thighs. “Mercy.”

Mercy.

A word that in all our years, together and apart, I have never known him to utter. Against his fiercest enemies and most hopeless odds, Daemon Targaryen has not once grovelled as he does now. Before me, the Rogue Prince is gorgeously, almost unbearably tame.

I take a sip from the stained, gold-rimmed glass as I spread my legs, beckoning him forward. “Here, boy,” I command, my voice dark with lust.

He makes his way towards me slowly, still on his hands and knees, crawling as his eyes sparkle with desire. He settles in between my thighs as I take another sip, my lips wet with blood. “Just a taste,” I hum.

My breath quivers as he takes my bottom lip between his, ravenous as he moans, delighting in the flavour and the carnality it awakens. My fingers tangle in his silver hair as his hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer. My whines mingle with his growls as I wrap my legs around his waist, murmuring his name into his mouth.

His lips leave mine, brushing against the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. I feel his smirk against my skin as he gives me a nip.

“Darling,” he rumbles, glorious danger in his tone. “I might devour you, yet.”

#daemon targaryen #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra x daemon #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon au #vampire au #modern daemyra #sub!daemon #dom!rhaenyra #they're both switches #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #daemyra fanfic #daemyra fic #light dom/sub

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heartstringsduet · 1 year

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In good hands

Summary: "Being held down during sex isn't new, not being released after is." After Carlos admits to how much he enjoys pinning TK down, after they talk about safewords and bondage and discipline, TK tries to be what he thinks his boyfriend needs. It doesn't work out. Not at first. A/N: This is going to be a series of early and established dom/sub dynamics in their relationship. I wanted to first set a tone for a loving but rocky start into it that both don't know how to navigate quite yet.

He’s doing this for Carlos. That’s what TK needs to remind himself of when a first breath of unease cuts into his chest. When his palms get sweaty and rub against each other, because that’s all the movement he has.

This is for Carlos.

TK jumps a little when he feels a hand cup his neck and settles into a familiar spot. It’s warm meeting his cool skin. On instinct, TK opens his eyes. His eyelashes catch in silk, his vision gets trapped in midnight blue. There’s nothing to see, nowhere to move.

“Shh, TK,” Carlos breathes against the shell of his ear, lips brushing the grooves of skin on a barely there kiss. “You’re here with me. Just focus on where you are. On what you feel.”

Yes, that’s right. He is in their dining area, his arms tied behind the back of the chair in a soft, checkered kitchen towel he won’t ever look at without blushing after. The soft fabric of it rubs between his wrists as he squeezes his hands. He’s bound here by Carlos. All he has to do now is listen to Carlos. He's good at this.

He usually is. But then the hand is pulled away from TK's neck and lips leave his ear cold. He’s blind and bound. It feels like he wasn’t just left untouched but untethered despite his bindings.

“Carlos?” TK’s voice comes high and wobbly.

“I’m here,” Carlos says from somewhere closeby behind him and TK feels the tight knot in him loosen. “You’re doing so well, baby. Keep on breathing like that.”

Panic gives way to defiance. “I’m not really doing anything.”

Suddenly, the towel is tugged down, forcing TK’s arms and back straighter. It scares him, to be so helpless, but his stomach also swoops up in excitement at the unexpected forcefulness from his usually tender boyfriend.

“You’re wrong.” Carlos says lowly against his ear. “You are doing well. You’re absolutely perfect by trusting me to take care of you.”

The sound of Carlos’ breath is familiar as his own by now. TK follows its rhythm back away from fear.

Tags

Established relationship, Shibari, Merman Dream of the Endless, Fluff and smut, Porn without a plot, Dream has a vulva, Top Hob, Light Dom/sub, Banter, Humour, Feelings

Rating:

Explicit

Summary:

Shibari shenanigans in the Dreaming - Hob has a bit of fun with Dream and his bendy mermaid tail. *** "I am deeply touched by your enthusiasm," Hob replies, mocking him. But only a bit. Mostly, he's being earnest. He’s felt Dream’s enthusiasm in places he hadn’t even known he possessed, and he wouldn’t change it for anything. Dropping to his knee before him so that they see eye to eye, Hob says, "Give me your colour." "Green." "Fine, then I'll make you truly endless." "I am Endless, Hob," Dream replies, a little exasperated. "Just wait and see."

#sandman fanfic #dreamling #merman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #fluff and smut #the sandman #shibari #light dom/sub #banter #mostly pwp

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violet-1atte · 6 months

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Kinktober Day Fifteen: Temperature play - Seungmin/Changbin

Tags: handjobs, teasing, mild exhibitionism, light dom/sub undertones

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Seungmin was really glad Chan had rich parents. During the summer, he never had to question where he would live or where he would vacation because Chan and his parents always had something planned for him and all their friends. This summer, it was a retreat at some fancy house right near the beach. It was a perfect summer vacation spot, and the best part was, Seungmin didn’t have to pay for anything.

The only issue was, it was hot. He was mostly fine with the heat, but his friend Changbin, was not. They were both sitting outside by the pool (a very large one at that), and all their friends were out doing something else. Seungmin and Changbin had decided to stay back and just chill, but Seungmin could already feel his irritation growing towards the older. Despite the fact that he had stayed partially because Changbin was staying. What? He had eyes and he knew that Changbin would likely be relaxing all day shirtless. Sue him.

But no matter how attractive he was, or how much Seungmin may-or-may-not have a crush on him, this was getting ridiculous.

“It’s so hot,” Changbin groaned, complaining about the heat for the nth time.

“You could go inside, you know,” Seungmin said back, rolling his eyes. “There is air conditioning in the house. You chose to be out here.”

Changbin pouted as he fanned himself with a magazine. “But I wanted to be outside. And it’s not even cool enough inside. I just wish there was a breeze. Then it’d be so nice,” he sighed. Seungmin felt his eye twitch.

“Why not go swimming?” Seungmin asked. Earlier he may have asked the same question just for the possibility that he could see Changbin with wet hair and water droplets running down his built chest and soft tummy. But no one had to know that.

“ Because ,” Changbin started, his voice taking on a hint of a whine. “Then I’d have to get wet. And I’d have to get changed and that’s just too much effort.”

Seungmin tongued his cheek and huffed through his nose. “Well, stop complaining then. If you’re not gonna do anything about it.”

Changbin let out a gasp of mock offense. “Yah! Don’t speak to your hyung like that,” he said, waving his finger. Seungmin had to fight to keep his deadpan expression, a smile threatening to come out.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re actually my dongsaeng,” Seungmin said with a sigh. He stood up as Changbin made sounds of protest at his comment. Seungmin smiled smugly to himself as he turned to walk inside. “I’m getting a drink.” He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to tell Changbin what he was doing but he did anyway.

He made his way inside to the abnormally large kitchen of the house and went to the cupboard to grab a glass. They had one of those fancy refrigerators that had an ice and a water dispenser that Seungmin had never had the pleasure of owning. He had to admit it was convenient though. He pressed the button on the ice dispenser and filled his cup up with exactly five ice cubes. He was about to open the fridge to steal the last of the lemonade when a lightbulb went off in his head. He looked down at the ice in his cup and the corners of his lips twitched.

“It’s too hot, you say? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind being cooled down a bit then,” Seungmin whispered. He snickered and rather than getting a drink like he said he was going to, he filled his cup up the rest of the way with ice and made his way back out.

This was probably the most childish prank Seungmin had ever come up with, but what was life without a little silly fun? He’d startle Changbin when he wasn’t paying attention by rubbing the ice on him. He’d get to hear Changbin screech and he’d get his revenge for having to hear Changbin complain about the heat for the last hour.

To his great delight, Changbin was leaning forward in his chair, eyes locked on his phone as he scrolled through some social media Seungmin probably didn’t have. He tried not to focus on the strong muscles of Changbin’s back and the broadness of his shoulders as he walked over. Ogling Changbin was not his mission.

He hovered behind Changbin for a second as he carefully got a handful of ice out of the cup, the slight twitching of his lips turning into a full-blown smile. The ice in his cup made a slight sound and Changbin glanced back at him. “What’s up?” he asked curiously. Seungmin couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Oh you know…I just thought I’d help you cool off.”

Changbin’s eyebrows furrowed and his face scrunched in confusion. “Huh? How–”

Seungmin didn’t wait another second and instead of responding, he pressed his handful of ice to Changbin’s back. The contrast between the heat of summer and the freezing temperature of the ice would surely get Changbin to jump.

And it did, but he didn’t make the sound Seungmin had been expecting. The smile on Seungmin’s face slowly melted as instead of screeching or yelping like Seungmin expected Changbin to do, he moaned. He outright moaned .

Seungmin was frozen, Changbin was frozen. The ice slipped from Seungmin’s palm and slid down Changbin’s back, clattering on the ground. Changbin’s cheeks were already crimson and his chest was heaving. Seungmin swallowed as he watched Changbin lick his lips and clench his fists. “Um…that…”

“You–” Seungmin started, scrambling to find the brain cells to respond. “Did you just fucking moan ?”

Changbin went redder, the color spreading down his neck. “I—no?”

Maybe it was the heat, maybe the weather was making him go insane, but something took over Seungmin and he scoffed. “Yes you did . I heard it. I put ice on your back and you moaned. Like definitely, one-hundred percent did.”

Changbin wet his lips again and he curled in on himself a little bit. “Okay? And what? Are you gonna make fun of me, Seungmin-ah?”

Seungmin could be mean, but he’d never be that mean. Besides, he had no desire to do that anyway. Instead, there was a growing pool of heat in his belly and all he wanted was to hear that sound again. “No. I’d never make fun of you like that, hyung,” he reassured him, voice soft for a second. But then his gaze darkened. “What I really want to know is if I can get you to make that sound again.”

Changbin looked like all the gears in his brain had stopped working. First he went totally still and then his eyes widened, followed by his eyebrows raising. “You–huh?”

“Tell me to back off and I’ll back off,” Seungmin said. “I won’t do anything you don’t want, but you’re really fucking hot even if you’re a little shit sometimes. And I want to hear you make those sounds again,” he restated.

Changbin wet his lips, eyes still wide. “You–you like me?” he asked.

“We can dig into it later,” Seungmin said, already feeling a little desperate. A little deranged. Changbin looked far too good, half naked and flushed, staring up at him with wide eyes. He was practically praying Changbin would say that he was okay with something happening now because he could already feel his shorts stretching uncomfortably. “But right now I need you to tell me. Is this okay?” He stepped up to Changbin and rested his hand against the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He stroked his neck with his thumb and Changbin shuddered.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good with it. I’m good with anything. I’ve–fuck you’re so hot Seungmin-ah I’ve always–” Seungmin didn’t let him finish his sentence, instead surging forward and capturing his lips in a kiss. Changbin gasped against his mouth and Seungmin smiled into the kiss at his response. He settled into Changbin’s lap and was pleased to find that Changbin’s cock was semi-hard underneath him. He gave a slight roll of his hips and Changbin whimpered. Seungmin’s head spun.

The gentle grip he had on Changbin’s neck turned firmer as he kissed him, changing from a simple brush of his palm to a squeeze. Changbin moaned as Seungmin dug his fingers into the back of his neck. The sound went straight to Seungmin’s cock and in response he licked along Changbin’s bottom lip. His reaction was immediate, perfect, soft lips parting for Seungmin to thrust his tongue inside. He tasted sweet and a little citrusy, probably from drinking lemonade earlier. Seungmin moved his hand from Changbin’s neck to cup his jaw and he guided him to tilt his head so he could kiss him deeper. He felt like he was melting, sweat dripping down the sides of his face from the summer heat and the flames that Changbin’s kisses were igniting in him.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected their lips. Seungmin took a deep breath as he looked over Changbin, who already looked completely debauched. It was clear he was hot too, judging by the way his curls were sticking to his forehead. It only served to make him look more attractive and fucked out.

“Minnie,” Changbin whispered, licking his lips. Seungmin brushed his thumb over his bottom lip.

“I thought you’d be a good kisser,” Seungmin mused. “Especially with those lips.” Changbin whined and it sounded like when Seungmin had pressed the ice to his back. The ice . What had started this whole thing. Seungmin smirked as he got an idea. “Stay there.” He moved off Changbin’s lap, ignoring his sounds of protest as he went to pick up the cup. Some of the ice had melted but there were still a few big chunks left. Perfect.

“What are you getting those for?” Changbin asked, trying to mask his interest.

Seungmin rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh come on. You know. You liked when I rubbed that ice on your back, didn’t you Binnie?” he asked, tone turning condescending. “I bet that’s why you were being so annoying earlier. You just wanted my attention. You wanted me to do something like this, isn’t that right?”

Changbin’s mouth opened as he struggled to find something to say. Seungmin just laughed as he stood over him. “Cute. Your mouth was working so well earlier complaining about the heat. Can’t say much now, huh?”

“I–I can!” Changbin managed to protest but it came out weak and whiny. Seungmin clenched his jaw.

“Well, right now, there’s only one sound I want you to be making. And it isn’t talking.” He grabbed Changbin’s jaw and kissed him again, brief but deep. “I want you to sit back in this chair so I can take care of you. Help you cool off a bit. How’s that sound, hyung ?” Seungmin asked, tilting his head.

Changbin gulped and nodded, leaned back so that his back rested against the back of the chair. Seungmin took a moment to admire Changbin’s sculpted upper body. His pecs could well be considered breasts by now and his arms looked like they could crush someone’s skull. They probably could. He loved how all his muscle melted into a soft tummy that gave way to a gentle fold as he sat back. Oh, Seungmin wanted to ruin him in so many ways.

“I hope this is cold enough for you,” he said with a hum. He slipped a piece of ice into his hand and then pressed it to Changbin’s chest, just below his collarbones. A full body shiver shook Changbin to his very core and he bit his lip to hold back a moan. Seungmin frowned and used his free hand to tug his lip from his teeth. “This whole thing started ‘cause a little ice made you moan. I want to hear you, so stop that.”

“But–but what if someone hears,” he said, looking off to the side nervously.

“No one’s gonna hear. Everyone’s gone and they won’t be back for a bit. It’s just you and me, Bin. So relax,” Seungmin said lowly. He began rubbing the ice down his chest, eyes glued to how the melting water ran down between Changbin’s pecs. Changbin was already shivering even though before he’d been complaining about how hot it was. The contrast between the heat and the cold made anything he felt that much more intense.

“You like that?” Seungmin asked. He slid the ice over the curve of Changbin’s pec and then circled his nipple with the ice cube. Changbin gasped and his back arched.

“S’cold,” he muttered, already sounded breathless. Seungmin took a glance down and noticed the prominent tent in his boxers. He smirked down at him and rubbed the ice over Changbin’s nipple. Changbin inhaled sharply and shifted away from the cold but Seungmin grabbed his shoulder.

“Uh-uh, I thought you wanted to be cooler,” Seungmin said. He tilted his head as he looked down at Changbin. He lifted his hand from his shoulder and cupped Changbin’s cheek. “Aish, your face is still so warm, hyung. You definitely need this.”

Changbin exhaled shakily as Seungmin continued moving the ice over his nipple. The bud was hard now and goosebumps were beginning to erupt all over his skin. The ice was beginning to melt, cold water running down Changbin’s chest in little droplets. His chest heaved as Seungmin circled his nipple with the ice again and followed the motion by a flick of his finger. A moan spilled from his mouth and Seungmin grinned. “You’re so sensitive, Binnie-hyung. Who would’ve thought you’d be this responsive…”

“St-stop making fun of me,” Changbin whimpered.

“I’m not making fun of you. It’s cute.” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Changbin’s ear. “And I like it.”

More blood rushed to his cock when Changbin shivered and whimpered in the back of his throat in response. Fuck, he was going to be the death of him.

The ice cube he had was melting, so he reached to grab more, this time grabbing two. Changbin held his breath as Seungmin looked him over. He took a second to decide what to do next, then pressed the ice cubes to both of Changbin’s nipples. His mouth fell open in a loud moan and his entire body tensed. Seungmin’s breath hitched when Changbin’s cock actually twitched in his shorts. “You have such pretty responses, hyung,” he said, trying to keep how affected he was out of his voice. But it was basically impossible with how hot Changbin looked and how pretty his moans were.

He played with Changbin’s sensitive nipples a little more, crouching down so that he could start kissing Changbin’s neck. The way Changbin shivered and mewled as he pressed kisses to his hot skin ignited the sparks in Seungmin’s stomach. It was hard to tell if Changbin was shivering because of his touches or because of the ice Seungmin was sliding over his skin. Seungmin would be pleased with either option.

“Never had someone so sensitive before,” Seungmin mumbled against his skin as he ran one of the ice cubes down from Changbin’s chest to his stomach. He felt the muscles contract under his hand and Changbin whimpered as another shudder wracked his body. Seungmin grinned and grazed his teeth over his pulse point before pulling back.

Changbin’s nipples were red and a little puffy from the cold of the ice and his chest was shining in the sun from the water left behind from the ice. Seungmin could see the goosebumps all over his skin and his fists were clenched tightly by his sides as he tried to keep himself from shivering. “Please, Seungmin,” Changbin breathed, and Seungmin only noticed then how red and swollen his lips were from biting them. Arousal boiled hot in his stomach. “I’m so hard I–I need you to touch me.”

Seungmin was going to pass out. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. “I’ve been touching you,” he said, acting oblivious. “Where should I touch you next?” Seungmin ran the ice up Changbin’s side and smirked when he moaned and his skin twitched. “Here?” He slid the ice over his tummy and grinned. “Or here?” He ran the ice over the outline of Changbin’s cock through his shorts and Changbin jerked, moaning wantonly.

“Fuck, there!” he gasped, hips lifting off the chair to meet Seungmin’s touches. “There, there, please–”

“Well, you are asking so nicely. I’m glad you learned to use your words for something better than complaining,” Seungmin said. He dropped the ice he was currently holding, those pieces also having mostly melted away. There were only a few whole cubes left in the cup, the rest having melted in the sun.

He hooked his fingers in Changbin’s shorts and tugged them down, arousal twisting his insides as Changbin’s cock bobbed up, red and so hard. Seungmin’s mouth watered. Changbin was big and thick and Seungmin probably wouldn’t be able to fit him in his mouth but he’d sure love to try. Maybe some other time. If there was another time.

“You have a nice cock,” Seungmin said, kneeling down between Changbin’s knees. Changbin whimpered and his dick twitched, a small bead of precum leaking from the tip. “Cute.” Seungmin grinned, grabbing one of the last ice cubes and placing it in his palm. “This should really cool you off.”

He chuckled as he wrapped his hand around Changbin’s cock, pressing the ice to the shaft. Changbin’s hips snapped up, effectively making Seungmin’s hand slide down, ice still pressed against his heated skin. High pitched moans fell from his mouth as Seungmin began pumping his cock. Even biting his lip couldn’t stop the litany of sounds that traveled up his throat with every twist of his hands. His muscles contracted and shook from the shivers going through his body, the freezing cold against him making it impossible to stop.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Seungmin muttered, biting his own lip. He was becoming very aware of his own hardness, his arousal practically painful at this point. Every sound Changbin made went straight to his cock.

As he jerked Changbin off, he reached between his own legs and began to palm his own dick. The friction caused him to moan softly and that seemed to make Changbin react even more strongly to the next flick of his wrist. “ Nghhh fuh-uck, Seungmin, Seungmin, ‘s’too much,” he moaned. The muscles in his thick thighs tensed along with his tummy. Seungmin groaned, slipping his hand into his own boxers.

“You can take it,” he said. He rolled the ice over the tip of Changbin’s cock and he cried out. His fists were clenched so hard that his knuckles were white.

“I ca-can’t–hnnggg, Seungmin , Minnie, please,” he whimpered. Seungmin hummed, not trusting his own voice at the moment. He twisted his hand down Changbin’s shaft again and then moved to play with his balls, running the ice over them. Changbin keened and Seungmin bit his lip, pumping his own cock faster.

“You gonna come for me, Binnie?” Seungmin asked, his voice hoarse from arousal. Changbin whimpered in response, nodding his head.

“Mmm–mhm,” Changbin managed. Seungmin licked his lips and grinned, going back to running the ice over Changbin’s cock.

“Alright then, come for me.”

“Ohh fuck, fuck.” Changbin didn’t need to be told twice, his hips thrusting up as Seungmin’s ran the ice along the underside of his cock. He spasmed and cum spilled from his cock, covering Seungmin’s hand. Some of it hit Seungmin’s face and he groaned, speeding up the movements of his hand on his cock. “Wan-wanna see you come,” Changbin stuttered, his voice small.

Seungmin groaned and closed his eyes as he pumped his cock. “Fuck–shit, you have no idea how hot you are.” He didn’t even realize how close he had been, so it didn’t take much longer for him to come all over his own hand.

He was panting when he finished and entirely too hot. The sun was beating down on him and Changbin was looking down at him, dazed. “Wow,” he mumbled and Seungmin chuckled.

“Wow is right,” he agreed. He stood up on shaky legs, cringing a little at the fact his hands were covered in cum. “Hey…how’s a cold shower sound?” he asked, tilting his head with a smirk. Changbin’s cheeks reddened.

“Uh…maybe keep it a little warm.”

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