summary: it’s your first time smoking with your pothead bestie yeonjun, he teaches you the ins and outs of more than just smoking (i giggled).
warnings:softdom!yeonjun,afab!reader, pet names (so fucking many), substance usage (weed), innocent!reader,virgin!reader, jjun has a corruption kink (wbk), praise kink, suggestive/pervy but smut will be in the next part!!
author’s note: hello all, i’m alive (surprisingly, LMAOOO) but i’ve come up with a schedule for my updates and overall activity on this platform. i think it was consuming me so much in the beginning to pump out piece after piece, but now i want to slow down and savor my writing. i will be mainly active on here on wednesday’sandsunday’s. yes that’s a little odd, but because of uni and other obligations, i need time to myself and my studies (pls understand!!) i will mainly upload on sunday’s and wednesday’s i’ll get to writing and starting requests! thank u all for being so patient with me. i plan to engage more with my followers and build myself a safe community for my writing and those who enjoy it. now please enjoy a softdom!jjun on this fine easter sunday!
- cherry <3
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the shaggy carpet tickles your thighs as you sit across yeonjun. butterflies were swarming in your stomach as you watched him roll the joint in between his thin fingers. the sight couldn’t have been more hypnotic; his tongue darting out to lick the paper, his beautiful hands rolling the bud and the way his eyebrows creased in concentration.
he could feel your staring but didn’t say anything, yet. you were always in his mind, this innocent little puppy; following him around, loyal, sweet and curious about everything. weed was one of your curiosities. you’d never smoked before, so this would be your first time.
you managed to have a lot of firsts with yeonjun: first kiss, first party, first love (even if you didn’t confess it). he knew you were curious, being so sheltered growing up, that he loved teaching you new things (totally not his corruption kink).
you snapped back to earth once he waved his hand in your face; your eyes blinking rapidly as you jumped back, startled.
“what’s wrong angel? is something making you nervous?” his husky voice filters through your brain, as all you wanted to shout out was “you”.
“it’s nothing, just a little nervous about smoking.” you avoid his intense gaze. he brings his hand to your thigh and soothes his hand up and down.
“nothing to be nervous about, angel, we’re gonna have so much fun.” his smooth talk makes your body hot with desire, thigh slightly twitching underneath his touch. he notices but doesn’t make it apparent that he knows the effect he has on you.
“will you be a doll and get my lighter on the table over there for me, please?” you couldn’t help but comply with his wishes, crawling over to the table and retrieving the lighter. yeonjun took note of how short that sun dress was on you, cursing to himself at his perverted thoughts.
you crawl back and set the lighter down in front of him. he holds the rolled joint in his hand, before motioning for you to come closer.
“wanna lick it for me? it’s to seal the joint so it doesn’t unravel.” he holds it out for you.
“i-i don’t know… what if i’m not good at it?” your nervous state made him soften, scooting closer to you.
“i’m never gonna judge you angel, you know that right? and you won’t ruin it doll, just lick it.” he smiles at you once you meet the joint with your pink tongue, kitten licking the paper in his hands. his mind was going haywire at the sight of you lapping your tongue gently at the paper in between his fingers; so obediently.
“good girl.” he praises your work as he pulls the joint away and grabs the lighter; holding the seal with some heat. his praise and voice makes your body flush and your mind swim in deep thought of him.
“now there’s no right or wrong way to smoke. just relax, inhale, hold and then exhale. have fun with it, don’t worry and no judgement. watch closely angel.” he explains calmly as you study the way he holds the joint; his middle finger and thumb pinch the joint, bringing it up to his plump pink lips as lights the tip. the end lights and he inhales deeply, before exhaling the smoke sexily. he examines the joint as he takes another hit and then exhales through his nose, not even flinching.
“you ready to try angel?” he motions the joint towards you as you quickly wipe your sweaty hands off on your dress, nerves skyrocketing.
you go to hold the joint, shakily retrieving it from yeonjun; he notices your nerves and unsteady hand, taking it away from you, but still holding it to your lips.
“relax angel, i’m not going to make fun of you. now suck.” he instructs and you diligently pucker your lips around the end of the joint, and the click of the lighter goes off. yeonjun holds the burning flame to the end and you inhale slowly, the burning of your lungs makes you sputter a bit.
“that’s it angel, hold it… exhale baby.” he watches his angel exhale the smoke slowly before coughing a bit. he goes to rub your back in soothing efforts to calm you down from your first hit.
“you did so good angel, listened real well. cough it out baby, it’s okay.” he guides you reassuringly. your eyes watered at the burning in your throat but you managed to calm yourself, yeonjun motioning a cup of water for you to drink.
“so proud of you baby, did so good for me.” he continues to praise you, kissing your cheek before taking another hit.
this continues until the roach sits in the glittery ashtray you made him months ago, your eyes hazy and body visibly relaxed. he was high but you were on cloud 9, as he noticed the way your dress rose up your thighs. your cotton white panties come into view, and an obvious wet patch sits on the crotch of them.
“how do you feel, angel?” he leans in, kissing your neck and rubbing your thigh slowly.
“sooooo goodddd jjunnie, feel like heaven.” you slur out, giggling at how funny you felt. he smirks at your spaced out expression before leaning into your ear.
“why don’t we watch a movie and cuddle hmm?” he whispers in your ear, the goosebumps instantly rose on your skin as his body pressed against yours.
you turn, noses brushing as you nod dumbly. he pulls away after staying a moment longer, teasing you, then guiding you to his bed.
“c-can we watch the spongebob movie?” your innocent seeps through your high, dopey doe eyes captivating yeonjun.
“of course angel, i’ll be right back with snacks and a blanket.” he kisses the top of your head before slipping out the room.
it’s been a hot minute lol, thanks all for being so patient with me, seeing all the lovely messages in my inbox really makes me feel so much better soooo with that, i hope i can get back to making you all scream at your screens lol!
warnings: edging, nsfw
…YEONJUN: he’s probably a talking mess, he’s talking to you while your lips are still wrapped around his cock after telling him he’s not allowed to cum until you tell him. it takes an awful lot for yeonjun to beg and he knew that’s what it was gonna take for you to let him come. he’s probably trying to tease you, but he can tell from the determined look in your eyes you weren’t going to let him cum.
…SOOBIN: absolutely no shame in begging, the second he saw the mischievous glint in your eyes he was already throwing his head back with mindless “please” leaving his lips over and over again. falling for your innocent expression every time you tell him you’ll let him cum soon, but it’s not soon enough for him. literally will get tears in his eyes from the feeling and that’s when you finally let him come.
…BEOMGYU: literally will thrust up into your mouth and that’s what has resulted in you telling him he’s not allowed to have his release. at first he will act like he doesn’t care but the way his teeth is digging into his lip you can tell he’s growing frustrated and that’s when he will finally apologise for disobeying and he promises he won’t do it again, poor boy just wants his high.
…TAEHYUN: literally degrade you until you give him what he wants, he’ll let you have your moment of thinking you got one over him but the second you shake your head when he says he’s about to come he raises his eyebrow. as far as he’s concerned you don’t call the shots around here, he does.
…HUENINGKAI: whimpering mess, you can tell in his eyes how much he wants it. he’s a little shy to beg at first but when you make him so needy he doesn’t have a choice and pleas and begs will come out of his mouth involuntary
Contains: Dirty talk, hand job, blow job, the use of cock ring, creampie, vaginal sex, masturbation, exhibitionism
Word count:3344
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“Are you sure you’re feeling well?” you ask eyeing him with concern.
It’s already the third time you asked him this question during the last twenty minutes.
“Y–yeah, I’m fine, really,” Beomgyu answers with a rather tense smile on his face.
He doesn’t look fine at all in your opinion: his cheeks are deeply flushed, he’s constantly licking and biting his lips, not to mention that he’s sweating quite noticeably. Since you don’t want to come of as nosy, you don’t inquire further, but something seems to be off about his behaviour today.
“Are you ready to discuss the next paragraph then?”, you ask deciding that it’s better to change to subject to your shared work.
The fact that he looks deeply relieved makes you feel even more confused. You can’t tell what he’s thinking at all, and it sparks your interest: you want to be able to read him.
“Sure. Frankly speaking, no matter how many times I read it, I absolutely cannot agree with those statements,” Beomgyu answers leaning back against the chair.
His posture looks like he’s trying hard to appear relaxed, but you can see that his muscles are way too tense for it to pass as such. Sighing internally you decide to ignore it: you have a project to do, so it’d be better to focus on it.
“Why?” you ask tilting your head slightly, curiosity evident in your voice.
If there was something you liked in group projects, it was learning about the perspective of people you usually didn’t have much contact with. Choi Beomgyu was especially interesting in your eyes because of his public image: a kind and polite young man always ready to help others, not a party type of guy but with a wide circle of friends from different backgrounds, deeply interested in music and literature. Most of the time people spoke about him like one could spoke about a talented and well-behaved child which made you feel intrigued: is he truly such an innocent person as they say or is there something that outsiders don’t notice? Is his public image the same as the one reserved for those who are close to him?
“To put it simply: in my eyes those characters are completely unrealistic. They’re one–dimensional with their uncomplicated thoughts and defined views on what’s right and what’s wrong, while it’s obvious that the reality is much more complex than that. I’d be perfectly fine with that if it was philosophical fiction such as Voltaire’s satires, but it’s not. The personalities of people are much more complicated.”
You smile nodding slowly as you think about your answer carefully. It’s barely your third or so project with him, but you like to work with Beomgyu. That excitement and curiosity in his expression, as if he’s genuinely interested in your opinion, it makes you feel more motivated to properly analyse things out and truly understand the problem.
“To be frank I’m not sure what this story was aspiring to be, or even what the author wanted it to be. To me that story only shows that you can write thousands of words and still say nothing interesting nor smart,” you say rolling your eyes good-naturedly.
“However, in case of the creations of the characters I agree with you only partially. Yes, most of them are rather boring to put it mildly, but there are also those that deserve to be looked closer at. Take the brother of the female protagonist for example: don’t you think his motivations are not exactly as moral as he believes them to be?”
It’s Beomgyu’s turn to nod now. His eyes lose focus as he turns your words over in his mind – it seems that you just gave him a perspective he didn’t thought of before.
“But what does it mean to you to be moral?” he asks tilting his head with a smile on his lips.
He looks quite provocative this way, and you have to admit that you like it. It almost feels like he’s testing you, but you can’t tell on what exactly. Maybe it’s about you self-control because every time he does that you feel like your patience is being tested. Even though you try to ignore it, you can’t help but imagine him in situations that are suggestive no less.
“Well, not to be that person, but my morality isn’t exactly a model one,” you chuckle leaning back against your chair.
“There are things I’m more prone to do than the majority of the people.”
Beomgyu smiles slightly at your words and looks down at his book clearly lost in thoughts. Once again you can’t tell what he’s thinking, and it frustrates you: what’s happening in that pretty head of his?
“My morality isn’t a model one either,” he starts slowly as if not sure if he should continue.
“But I think it makes people more interesting, you know? When you can’t tell right away what they’d do, where are their boundaries. They can surprise you thanks to that.”
You can’t help but smirk hearing his words.
“And with what you could surprise me, Beomgyu?” you say resting your elbows on the tabletop and leaning towards him.
It’s so easy to make him blush, really. Your mind starts to wander: how flushed would he become if you played with him a little? You have to press your thighs together just from the very though and to be frank you find your body reactions quite ridiculous. Yeah, you want him, but to this extent? Maybe you overestimated your self-control after all.
“Did you read the fifth paragraph already?” he asks pulling you out of your dirty thoughts.
“Sorry, give me a sec,” you answer with an apologetic smile before looking down at your book.
You can’t focus on the words at all: not only is your body acting out because of the man sitting in front of you but also said man started to act weirdly again. You can hear Beomgyu squirming in his sit uncomfortably, his breathing accelerated and shallow once again.
“Holy fuck,” he moans softly all of a sudden.
You simply look up at him raising a brow in question. He gapes at you with the expression of absolute horror on his face in return. The pink on his cheeks deepens slowly as you just stare at him wordlessly until he finally breaks and answers your unsaid question.
“It’s nothing, really,” he murmurs with eyes glued to the tabletop but even the tips of his ears are flushed bright red now.
Your patience must be at its limit: his behaviour irks you way too much to just let it pass now. In fact, you’re simply way too frustrated with him to do so, so you decide to set things straight here and now.
“I don’t think so,” you huff folding your arms.
“You acted weirdly from the very start of our meeting today. Just spill the tea, for the love of god, so we can finish our work and go home.”
Even though the tone of your voice sounds unaffected, irritated even, you’re screaming inside. Your underwear’s surely quite damp already, and you feel more and more uncomfortable as time passes. Damn your vivid imagination and his goddamned moans, really.
“W–well, I, um,” he manages to say before he falls silent, his face resembling a ripe tomato.
You sigh deciding to call it a day when he whimpers quietly and his eyes roll back as if involuntarily. Finally, you get it – you saw enough guys acting like that to know that right now Choi Beomgyu is being pleasured in some way. You can’t help but smirk – an innocent child, huh?
“I–I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening, um, let’s just finish this and go home like you said,” he babbles nervously tugging at the hair on his nape, not looking at you.
But you can’t. You can’t just let it go like that. Just as Beomgyu said: life’s not a Voltaire’s satire and people’s personalities are complex. With those very words in mind you decide to chance your luck. After all, in the long run there’s nothing to lose and a lot to gain, you tell yourself.
“Beomgyu,” you say in a calm voice that makes him look up at you carefully.
You make sure to look him straight in the eyes before saying:
“Stand up.”
His breath hitches audibly at that unsubtle command, and you can barely sit still as he slowly does as you told him to. A thrill of excitement runs down your spine: you didn’t expect such obedience from him, but you’re absolutely delighted to see it. What makes you feel even more delighted is the fact that even though the fabric of his pants is of good quality it leaves nothing to the imagination outlining his cock just right for you to see. And it’s not like his dick’s half-hard or so, no, it’s fully erect judging by the way the fabric of his pants is bulged.
“D–don’t look,” he murmurs quietly covering his crotch with his hands, but you can tell he’s excited too.
It’s the way his upper body’s leaning in your direction, the way he’s observing you from under his eyelashes – it’s as if he was waiting, hoping even, all this goddamn time for you to take the action, to call him out. But you can’t speculate freely like that about his thoughts – you have to confirm your suspicions.
“Come here, please,” you say simply gesturing to the space next to you.
It’s so quiet that you can hear the rustling of his clothes as he rounds the table and stands where you told him to. He stands over you, towers over you in fact, yet somehow it feels like you’re the one looking down on him not the other way around.
“May I?” you ask looking up at him with a smile.
“Yes,” he answers breathlessly.
It takes Herculean effort to reach out towards his belt in your own sweet time, to appear unaffected by the tension in the air as you unbuckle it and slowly unzip his pants. You can’t help but huff out a laugh at the sight.
“And what do we have here?” you hum quietly looking up at him with a smile playing on your lips.
No wonder you could see the shape of his cock this clearly – he didn’t have any underwear underneath his pants to begin with. What surprised you more, however, was something else: a thin purple band around the base of his cock was something you definitely didn’t expect.
“Naughty, aren’t we?” you laugh shaking your head slightly before hooking your fingers over the hem of his pants and pulling the fabric further down his hips.
Beomgyu’s quiet, so you look up at him once again and that’s enough to learn that he’s clearly enjoying the situation. His pretty face’s flushed adorably, pouty lips slightly ajar as his chest rises and fall rapidly under his white shirt. The way he looks at you makes you feel even more aroused than you already were: almost as if he wants to devour you here and now.
“Ah, fuck,” he moans throwing his head back, his hips bucking slightly as the quiet sound of vibration finally reaches your ears.
No wonder he looked uncomfortable before: you can’t even imagine what it must have to feel like to him to wear a vibrating cock ring in public, a hard cock trapped in tight trousers. You hike his shirt higher to take a better look at his crotch and to your surprise he immediately grabs it to hold it up for. What a good boy he is, your sweet Beomgyu.
“It appears to me that you don’t like it easy,” you say softly as your fingers curl loosely around his swollen shaft.
Beomgyu shivers visibly when your fingertips wander over the popping veins.
“W–well, it’s not as pleasant when you can get it right away,” he murmurs bashfully as his grip tightens on fabric of his shirt.
“Yeah, I get it,” you chuckle before wrapping your lips around the flushed tip without any warning.
Beomgyu cries out your name sweetly in the answer, and you can’t take it any more – you slip one of your hands past the waistline of your skirt. Your clit must be already swollen, but you aren’t really the type to go for it as fast as you can, no, you like to drag your pleasure out as long as possible. After all, what’s better than teasing yourself while simultaneously teasing a gorgeous man?
“Please, it feels so good, don’t stop,” he begs quietly, his knuckles white from the effort of keeping his hands to himself.
“I love how responsive you are, love,” you sigh happily before placing a kiss on the swollen head.
“Just for you,” he chokes out in the answer.
“None else can make me moan like that.”
You can’t help but smile hearing that and lick his cock from base to the tip in a sign of appreciation. However, his choice of words sparks your interest.
“Tell me, love, have you planned this?” you ask spiting on your hand before spreading your saliva over his swollen length.
“Um, no, not exactly. Although, oh, I can’t say that I wasn’t hoping for, um, similar outcome.”
“So you thought about such situation before,” you muse as you start to pump his cock lazily.
Even though you’re still playing with yourself with your free hand, you can already tell that it won’t be enough to come. Despite the fact that you’re highly aroused right now, you need something stronger than that to get the orgasm you want. Something like a dick you’re currently playing with.
“Yeah,” he answers shyly as his hands rise involuntary to cover his face, white fabric falling down his waist.
“You can tell me, you know. I mean, I’m currently giving you a handjob, Beomgyu, I hope you’re not going to get shy now,” you chuckle twisting your wrist around his reddened head.
He moans your name sweetly, and you speed up the tempo of your movements just a little as a reward. He looks at you for a moment as if lost if thoughts before he starts talking.
“The vibe you give off makes me go crazy, you know? I can’t help but, ahhh fuck, but wonder what it’d feel like to be your man, to have you look at me like you used to look at your ex when you were together. Um, damn, to have your hands all over my body, your lips, ohh, pressed against my skin, your words, your praises, fuck, directed only at me.”
“Is that why you decided to wear a cock ring to a meeting with me?” you ask almost innocently as you grab his shirt in one of your hands before pulling it up.
Beomgyu laughs in the answer rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.
“I wasn’t exactly prepared for that outcome but yeah, I was hoping you’d notice at some point. And, well, you did, and you took charge of the situation just as I imagined you would if that were to happen.”
You look up to take him in properly and to be frank he’s as sweet as always: all that adorable blushing and flustered expression, the way he’s toying with his fingers nervously as if he’s afraid of your reaction to his words.
“People like to say that you’re such a sweet young man and I have to agree, however, I don’t think we’d be thinking about the same thing,” you say with a smirk before carefully taking him into your mouth.
As you take him deep into your throat, the cock ring vibrates mere centimetres before your eyes, and you can’t help but wonder who’s controlling it, if anyone. The pattern of vibration seems to be quite random – Beomgyu must really like surprises.
You bob your head up and down in a rather fast tempo until your jaw hurts, swallowing around him from time to time and making him moan sweetly. Beomgyu’s thighs are trembling from the effort as he tries his best to not thrust into your mouth, and you cup his balls gently into your free hand as a sign of appreciation. Judging from his fucked out expression, he’s definitely loosing it already, so you move away slowly.
“Although I really like your cock,” you start after clearing your throat.
“I like my pussy even more, and let me tell you that it’s practically dripping now. Not to mention that it’s all because of you, love.”
Beomgyu just breathes heavily, observing wordlessly as you stand up from your chair with a smirk before motioning for him to sit on it instead. You can hear him swallow thickly when you slip down your legs the shorts you always wear underneath your skirts along with your underwear. His big hands immediately find your hips when you straddle him after hiking your skirt higher up your waist.
“I honestly cannot believe this is happening right now,” he pants out, his trembling hands caressing your sides gently.
“If not, you have really pleasant dreams,” you answer smugly as you position the tip of his cock at your entrance and slowly start to slide down.
Thankfully both your pussy and his length are slippery enough at this point for this to be more or less comfortable, otherwise it’d have been pretty painful ride down. You embrace his neck tightly, marvelling over the feeling of his dick filling you up as you finally bottom out. It feels so good to have him inside you that you can’t help but teasingly tighten your muscles around him.
“Ah, fuck, fuck,” he whimpers hugging you tightly in the answer.
It’s just so easy to tease him.
“I’m going to move now, is that okay?” you whisper into him ear as you rake your fingers through his hair.
“Yes, please, I don’t care as long as you feel good,” he chokes out into your hair.
“I appreciate your need to satisfy me, but there are two players in this game, love, and,” you start, but your words are cut off by a moan that escapes your lips when the cock ring starts to vibrate against your pussy.
“Goddammit,” you sigh bucking your hips at the pleasant sensation.
“See? I told you! Surprises are great,” he huffs with a laugh, and you can’t help but follow.
“If it means that I get a pretty man with a pretty cock then sure, why not,” you murmur rising your hips until only the tip of his dick is inside you only to bottom out again mere seconds later.
Beomgyu starts chanting your name like some kind of mantra when you find a steady rhythm of riding him that satisfies both of you. His fingers immediately find their way under your skirt and quickly localize your clit: his soft fingertips start to draw patterns on it that make you lose your mind in no time, and he’s definitely aware of that judging from his smug expression. It doesn’t take long for either of you to orgasm – after all you were teasing each other for quite some time before getting to the penetration. Beomgyu comes inside you with a soft moan, and the cock ring starts to vibrate once again just as you reach your own high. An additional source of stimulation makes your body tremble from pleasure as you slowly ride down your orgasm.
“How was it? Better than what you were hoping for?” you pant out trying to catch your breath.
“My fantasies cannot hold the candle to that, believe me,” he laughs softly hugging you.
“But worry not, we’re not finished yet. After all, I have to clean up your pussy.”
You have to admit: Beomgyu’s indeed a really good boy, just not in the way people think he is. Thankfully, you’re perfectly fine with their lack of knowledge on that matter.
A/N:Part 2 of the Her Beloved Consorts series! The stories are loosely connected by the persona of the Empress-reader and, of course, take place in the same universe.
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The gown was heavy as hell, but you kept your complaints to yourself. You were the Empress after all – majority of the people who looked up to you didn’t see you as a fellow human. You could be the most powerful person in the empire but even you, or maybe especially you, were tangled in the dangerous web of politics and social connections. Anyone could turn into a spider if you weren’t careful enough, and you didn’t want to give them even the most trivial reason to attack you.
After the meeting with your vassals ended, you barely managed to escape to your private study, and now you were just standing there, letting the silence calm your restless mind. You were about to pour yourself a drink when someone knocked at the door. With a heavy sigh you forced yourself to compose your features.
“Come in,” you said leaning comfortably against your bureau.
“Your Majesty,” said the maid bowing deeply before straightening with her head still lowered in respect.
“What is it?” you asked tilting your own head slightly as you eyed her carefully.
She seemed to be a regular maid but as the Empress you could never be too careful.
“Duke Choi requests a meeting with you in the garden, Your Majesty.”
“When?” you asked softly, a small smile already appearing on your lips.
“Whenever you feel like it, Your Highness,” answered the woman keeping her eyes glued to the wooden floor.
“Thank you, you may go now.”
The maid bowed deeply once again and retreated gracefully, not even once turning her back on you.
The next meeting was scheduled for two hours from now, so it wouldn’t hurt to relax a little with your best friend. As you were heading towards the garden you couldn’t help but grin widely: even your heavy clothing couldn’t slow you down as you tried to get there as fast as humanly possible. You had to practically force yourself to walk calmly – what a scandal it’d be if someone saw you right now, the Empress, behaving in such disgraceful way.
“Stay here, and don’t let anyone enter,” you commanded your guards as you reached the front gate of your private garden.
As you headed towards the western part of the park, you looked around blissfully absorbing all the colours, sounds and smells – every step you took made you feel somehow lighter. It took you a few minutes to reach your favourite spot: a glade with a branchy willow tree. Soobin was already there, waiting for you patiently as he always did, sitting comfortably at the garden table and visibly engrossed in a book he was reading. He must have heard you, however, as he quickly put his book to the side and stood up.
“Your Majesty,” he said with a wide grin before taking a knee and bowing his head respectfully.
“Duke Choi,” you answered smiling warmly before settling comfortably on the cushioned chair that stood across the one he was sitting on.
Taking a brief look at the tabletop you immediately noticed an epergne filled with sweets and a hand-painted tea set. One of Soobin’s hobbies was brewing tea, and he deeply enjoyed sharing this passion with you. You on the other hand loved trying the tea he prepared for you.
“I missed you, Your Highness,” he said quietly as he stared at you with a soft expression on his face.
Soobin took one of your hands into his bigger one, his long fingers tangling with yours carefully as if he was afraid you were going to push him away. You smiled warmly, caressing his knuckles with your thumb in the answer which made the delicate blush appear on his cleanly shaved cheeks.
“I’m sorry, dear, I don’t have much time to spare recently,” you said apologetically before bringing his hand to your lips and placing a kiss on the back of it.
“Would you like to tell me now what were you busy with when I wasn’t around?”
His whole face brightened as Soobin started to excitedly talk about his newest projects while jokingly mocking his father, the Chancellor, who always complained about his only son’s doings. While you understood his father desire to install Soobin as his successor, what you truly wanted was for Soobin to be happy. You knew that your friend had a natural talent for gardening: no matter what kind of plant he was taking care of it always grew tall, effuse and overall beautiful. When his father told the servants to burn the garden in their mansion to the ground, you gave him your private park to manage. It was a show of your loyalty which forced Chancellor Choi to at least tolerate his son’s decisions – after all, it’d be truly moronic to stand up to the Empress herself because of such trivial matter.
“Oh, forgive me, Your Highness, I completely forgot,” he chuckled suddenly busying himself around the table.
“I prepared tea for you. It’s a new brand that I imported from the north, and I’m fairly certain you’d like it.”
You cautiously took the cup that he handed you and eyed the unusual colour of the liquid with curiosity: it was rosé gold. Its fragrance was somehow sweet and sour in the same time which surprised you greatly. You have never stumbled over such tea before.
“What do you think, Your Highness?” he asked expectantly as you took a sip from your cup.
“You know my tastes so well,” you shook your head slightly in the answer before drinking more of the warm liquid.
He only chuckled softly at that and took your hand in his once again while staring at you with that soft expression he had on his face when you came here. Soobin was your best friend since early childhood thus knowing you better than anyone else. As you two were always together, naturally people expected you two to get married someday, but then your father got assassinated, and you learnt that not long before he died he appointed you as his successor thus making you the Empress. To say that it turned your life upside down would be an understatement, truly.
“You look tired,” Soobin remarked suddenly as he toyed with one of the rings you wore.
“I’m fine, dear, all I need right now is to spend some time with you,” you smiled warmly in the answer.
“You know you can tell me everything, Your Highness, right?” he asked tilting his head slightly to the side.
You sighed placing your cup on the table-top and caressing the back of his hand mindlessly with your fingertips. Even though you trusted him with your life, you were still choosing your words carefully – a habit you couldn’t shake off no matter how hard you tried.
“Those past few days were pretty tiring, I’m not going to lie. It’s exhausting how everyone constantly expect impossible things from me, placing high demands while also demanding immediate results of my decisions. Not to mention that the council of elders repeatedly asks me about the heir and the reason why I don’t have one yet if I have this many consorts,” your tone was bitter as you rubbed the space between your brows in irritation.
“Thank God I have you. Whenever I’m with you, Soobin, I feel so much better.”
The emotions on his face were appearing and disappearing too quickly for you to understand them, so you continued, your voice suddenly filled with regret.
“But you know what’s funny? One word from you would be enough for me to give you everything I have, yet you don’t seem to want anything from me.”
Soobin chuckled quietly shaking his head. Letting go of your hands, he stood up, and hovered over you for a few seconds as if conflicted before finally falling to his knees with a soft thud. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly seeing him like that: kneeling in front of you so naturally, as if it was his rightful place.
“For a very long time the only thing I wanted was to be by your side forever, Your Majesty. I wanted to have your love, but I didn’t want to share it with anyone, no, I wanted for you to only love me,” he said in a serious tone taking both of your hands into his once again.
“But one day you became the Empress and that day I realized that I have to change my desires somehow because I’d never win against my newest and at the same time the biggest rival for your love.”
You untangled one of your hands to caress his cheek gently, your fingers trembling slightly as you silently listened to his words. You thought that you know him so well – how wrong have you been all this time.
“I don’t want your Empire to stand between us. I know you see me as a precious friend, Your Majesty.”
“But?” you asked aware that some words were left unsaid.
“But I don’t want to be just your friend, I want to be your lover. I want you to touch me, and I want to touch you, in many ways,” he breathed out bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your fingers gently.
“I constantly hear about all those things you do with your consorts, and I want you to do them to me too. I know I can please you too, Your Majesty, ” he said looking up at you from under his long eyelashes.
“I can prove myself.”
His words took you by surprise and in return it took a lot from you to act as if not affected at all. You didn’t want to admit how your core clenched seeing him like this, how his words caused your mind to wander but at the same time you wanted him so badly you were about to go crazy.
“How so?” you asked finally leaning back against the chair.
You observed silently as he carefully gathered all the layers of your hefty gown before lifting it up to your knees. Suddenly he froze halfway through the movement and flushed brightly before resting his forehead on your knee to hide his face from you.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty, I–I forgot to ask for permission first,” he murmured bashfully, the tips of his ears reddening as his fingers clasped the thick fabric tightly.
“May I please eat you out, Your Majesty?”
Your heartbeat speed up as he looked up appearing ridiculously innocent in contrast to the words that just left his pouty lips. His usually gentle brown eyes were now darkened with desire, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen slightly from biting – what an adorable yet sinful sight.
“How can I refuse when you ask so nicely,” you answered with a smile, your hand finding its way into his soft locks.
He pushed his head into your hand in the answer, as if demanding for you to pet him. Wordlessly, you motioned towards the hem of your gown with your free hand to which he swallowed visibly and looked away shyly. You had to lick your suddenly dry lips as he lifted the fabric higher, exposing your stocking-covered thighs. His fingertips caressed the material from your knee up until he reached the hem of your stocking: his hands were trembling slightly as he gradually started to unfasten the suspenders one after another. Soobin’s breathing got heavier than before as he slowly tugged on the fabric and pulled it down exposing your skin to the warm sunlight.
“Your Majesty,” he sighed rubbing his face into the exposed skin of your inner thigh.
The kiss he placed there was unimaginably tender as if he was enchanted by what just unfolded before his eyes and feared it’d disappear suddenly. The tension in the air was almost unbearable – you were barely breathing when he slowly pushed your legs apart and moved your underwear to the side. His beautiful brown eyes bored into your exposed pussy as if he wanted to remember every single detail to recapture it later.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” he said before placing a gentle kiss on your centre.
The first sweep of his tongue made you moan softly as your fingers curled in his thick locks. The more he licked, sucked and kissed the more you tugged, pulled and yanked making him groan throatily in return. Soobin knew how to please a woman, that one you were sure of as skilfully played with your pussy making you wetter and wetter from minute to minute. Gently rubbing your clit with the tip of his nose, he slipped his tongue inside you and looked up at you.
“Fuck, Soobin,” you purred throwing your head back.
You bit your lip hard when he moved his face away slightly to lick his fingers. You couldn’t help but buck your hips violently while holding him firmly by his hair when he slipped one of his thick digits inside you. You weren’t even trying to control yourself when he added a second one: you started to straight up fuck yourself onto his fingers.
“Soobin, my love, you’re so good for me,” you choked out when he added the third digit.
“Only for you, Your Majesty,” he panted out in the answer before closing his eyes and pressing his face into your crotch.
“Please, use me for your pleasure,” he said and stuck his tongue out.
Soobin moaned softly when you started to rub your pussy against his face while he continued to finger you. It was a lot, you weren’t going to lie: his thick fingers moving in and out of your pussy, his pretty face sticky from your juices to the point where you could see how wet his eyelashes had become. You were getting close to your orgasm quite fast, and it was all because of him.
“You’re perfect, love, just perfect. Wait ‘till I get my hands on you, you won’t be able to walk for days to come,” you chuckled darkly and closed your eyes throwing your head back once again.
Now that you couldn’t see your sensitivity increased. You almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of this situation – you, the goddamned Empress, were practically lying half–naked on the chair in your beautiful garden, rubbing your bared pussy against your best friend’s face while moaning his name in pleasure. That’s certainly not how you expected to spend this afternoon.
“Fuck, Soobin, I’m coming,” you managed to say before crying out his name as your orgasm has hit you.
Your heart was racing as if you just ran a marathon, and your whole body buzzed with pleasure as waves of an orgasm washed over you. Soobin licked your folds tentatively while still penetrating you slowly, helping you to come down from your high while your trembling fingers caressed his hair. When the oversensitivity hit you, he moved away almost reluctantly.
“That was absolutely amazing,” you sighed opening your eyes to take a look at him still kneeling between your legs.
You had to swallow hard seeing him lick his fingers very thoroughly until they were perfectly clean. Bottom half of Soobin’s face was also wet from your juices – the still vivid memory of him rubbing his face into your crotch in delight making your pussy clench.
“Did I prove myself, Your Majesty?” he asked carefully pulling your abandoned stocking up and fastening the suspenders back.
Always a good boy, your sweet Soobin.
“I believe so. You did so well, my love,” you purred before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his puffy lips.
You could taste yourself on his lips which cause you to hum contently – it felt as if you marked him in a way, as if he was completely yours now. You rested your forehead against his, not wanting to move away yet.
“Will you take me as a consort, Your Majesty?” he murmured softly rubbing his face against yours.
You couldn’t help but smile and kissed him one more time.
“It’d be my honour,” you whispered against his lips before biting his lower lip gently.
Contents/warnings; (mdni) smut, poly relationship, Yeonjun is reader’s sub & Soobin’s dom, boyxboy action, pet play/puppy play, cum eating, panty fetish, dry humping, some slapping, degradation, deprivation, fingering (m. receiving), ass play, butt plugs, spit kink/tongue (?) kink as usual lol, size kink, strength kink, perv!Soobin & brat!Yeonjun supremacy
Word count: 3k
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You always thought Soobin liked being your good boy. And he did! He loved hearing your praise whenever he did something you liked, whether it was sexual or not. The smile on your face, the love in your eyes, the pats on his head, the kisses on his cheek. You’d reward him with all these things and it always stirred up those sweet butterflies in his stomach, a sense of accomplishment that he could be of use to his girlfriend.
But the other side of Soobin, the pervy side of Soobin, loved to be a brat; watching your face heat up from anger and arousal when he’d run his hand a little too high up your thigh while having dinner with friends, acting so good for you, only to disobey at the last minute when you least expect it. Why? Because he loves your punishments just as much as your rewards.
But he couldn’t help it! Not when he was constantly influenced by your trouble making boyfriend: Choi Yeonjun. With him though, you always knew to expect the unexpected, because he never tried to hide his misbehavior.
✜ collared ✜ choi soobin x fem!reader 1.4k words kinks and warnings: dom!reader, sub!soobin, not really pet play but soobin does get called “puppy” and wears a collar, collaring, pet names, handjobs, teasing, begging, a little manhandling, the tiniest bit of condescension, mirrored play.
“Don’t you look pretty wearing that for me, Soobin?”
He’s seated on the foot of your bed, staring at himself in the mirror on the wall opposite him. When the word leaves your lips, his eyes flit up to look at where you stand next to him, sparkling as they do.
“Pretty,” he repeats softly, as if feeling the word out, seeing if it suits him. “You think so?”
You offer him a warm, genuine smile, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. “Of course I do. I knew it’d look great on you,” you say, moving to sit behind him on the bed. You prop yourself up on your knees, resting your chin on his shoulder.
He’s moved his head to look at you, but you want his eyes on his reflection. Gently, you take his chin between your thumb and forefinger, turning his head so that he’s one again facing the mirror. Once he’s settled, you drop your hands, moving to settle your arms around his waist.
“That’s why I picked it out just for you,” you add with a hum, kissing his cheek.
Soobin eagerly leans into your touch, resting his head against your own. “You’re so good to me,” he says, smiling tenderly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Baby.” You watch as he reaches up, curious about the new accessory.
He stops just short of touching it, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Can I - Is it okay?” he asks.
you sit with taehyun on the couch watching a movie as his hand rests on your thigh. every now and again you would would watch as his hand slid up and down against your skin or as his thumb drew circles on the inside of your thigh.
he noticed as you stared at his movements and a small smirk grew on his face.
“what?” he asked you teasingly.
“nothing.” you replied, acting as innocent as possible. you grabbed his hand as to act like you just wanted to hold it, but once you saw taehyun’s attention turn back to the movie your gaze went back to his hand hand that you were holding.
you traced your thumb along the veins that ran all through the top of his hand and switched back and forth between that and playing with his fingers.
“do you have anything you want to tell me?”
you looked up surprised not realizing taehyun had gone back to watching you as his face was now a lot closer to yours than you expected, a smug smirk plastered on his face.
“what do you mean?” you asked, pretending to have no idea what he was talking about.
“you have some sort of fascination with my hands don’t you?” he bluntly asked.
his question caught you off guard as your eyes suddenly went wide and you struggled to get words out of your mouth to give him a proper answer.
“you don’t need to be shy about it… it’s cute.” he said as he placed one hand on the side of your neck, the other softly pushing your shoulder back until you were laying on the couch as he crawled on top of you.
pairing:kang taehyun x gn!reader word count: three hundred and seventy eight cw: suggestive, consensual somnophilia, dom!taehyun, sub!reader
you’ve been tossing and turning all night, not being able to sleep. taehyun has been even more busy recently than he normally is and you couldn’t help but feel extra needy for him since you were seeing him less and less.
this morning, you woke up with this need being ten times worse than it has been, considering taehyun had come home last night but the two of you had just gone right to bed since he’s been so exhausted. you struggled to roll over being held captive in taehyun’s arms, but you finally succeeded and lay there studying his features and how beautiful he was as he slept.
suddenly, you remembered a conversation the two of you had previously had, and couldn’t wait any longer to keep your extreme needs hidden.
you got out of taehyun’s grip and lightly pushed him back so that he moved from laying on his side to his back. you straddled his lap and placed yourself over his sweatpant clad thigh, resting your hands on his toned torso to keep yourself upright. you felt him shudder slightly in his sleep as your cold hands came in contact with his skin.
you set yourself down on his thigh and start to slowly rock back and forth. the feeling was so overwhelming after not feeling this way after so long that you almost let out a moan but you reached up to cover your mouth as to not wake taehyun up.
little did you know, taehyun has been awake ever since you placed yourself over him and was enjoying watching you be so desperate for his touch. he watched as you struggled to stay quite and as you gradually picked up your pace getting closer and closer your high.
you let out a whimper that was louder than you intended and suddenly you felt strong hands on your hips, flipping you so that you were now your back. you looked up in shock to see taehyun’s eyes boring into yours as his hands gripped your wrists and placed them on both sides of your head.
he leaned down and pressed warm kiss to your neck before whispering,
“let me end your suffering, baby. if you wanted to cum this badly you could’ve just asked”
you sit facing soobin on his lap as he lightly runs his hands up and down your sides.
you have one hand tangled in his hair as his face is buried in your neck, leaving little kisses and a few marks here and there. soobin then dragged his bottom lip over one of the marks he had just made, and moved one of his hands to the side of your head, forcing your neck and his face closer together.
you felt his warm breath on your neck then followed by something sharp. a moan escapes your lips at the feeling of soobin’s teeth dragging against your skin, and you feel him smirk into your neck before moving down to your collarbone and repeating his actions.
Your stepbrother is an insufferable brat. Ever since your parents got married a few months ago and you all moved in together, he’s been a right pain in the ass, huffing and stomping all around the house, treating you and your mother like you’d stole his house and basically doing everything he can to make your life a living hell so you’d leave.
Unfortunately for him, you weren’t so easy, and you knew how to handle a brat when you saw one.
It wasn’t easy to break taehyun. He was still pretty young and obviously inexperienced. All it took was for you to wear a few skimpy outfits around the house, bend over to “pick something” when you were in front of him, pull his fingers in your mouth to “clean” them when he’d gotten some ice cream on them–and he’d fold like a chair, rushing to the bathroom or his room to furiously jerk off.
It was during one of those instances that you’d followed him back to his room, preventing him from being able to give himself any release and only riling him up more as you pressed your body to his and asked him if he’s okay, putting your hand on his head and asking him why he feels feverish.
“I must’ve caught a cold!” He yelps in an uncharacteristically high pitched voice.
You’d waited a tiny bit before you had burst into his room, enough for him to have taken his shirt and pants off, leaving him only in his boxers the way he is right now, the thin material allowing for a clear imprint of his hard cock.
His hand shoots out to grab your wrist, and you wait a beat for him to push your hand away, but he doesn’t. Instead a small whimper falls from his lips. “Please…”
“Please what, tyunnie?” You purr, moving your lips over the edge of his jaw and pressing them right under the angle. “Baby boy needs to ask clearly to get what he wants.”
He swallows. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you’re a disrespectful brat.” Your temper flares up for a moment, remembering all the shit he needlessly put you through. You don’t realize you were pulling your hand away until taehyun jerks on it and presses it back against his member, a groan leaving his lips as his hips buck up into the touch.
“Bad boy!” Frowning, you smack his thigh. His deliciously toned thigh. “Damn, little tyunnie, you really bulked up.”
His ears turn red and he panics a little, asking through a parched mouth. “You don’t like it?”
“I normally prefer skinny boys.” You hum, brushing your fingers up his thigh pushing the leg of his boxers up to caress the skin near the base of his heavy cock, smirking as you see it twitch and drool through the fabric. “Like your friend Beomgyu.”
Taehyun frowns at that.
“Why? Were you working out for me?” You ask, finally cupping his dick in your hand.
“No!” He squeaks, falling back on the bed.
You laugh, rubbing his dick through his boxers ever so slowly and lightly. “Really? Because if you did, that’d be kinda sweet.”
He shakes his head vigorously. “No… not f-for you.”
Your grin is predatory as you watch the pretty boy squirming under your touch, knowing full well that he’s lying.
You had only intended to teach him a lesson, humble him a bit. You hadn’t expected to be straddled with a needy, possessive boy.
You’re not interested in having a relationship with your stepbrother, that would be a logistical nightmare. You told him as much. He was much younger than you. It wouldn’t work out. You just didn’t like him that way. You’d said it all but he wouldn’t listen.
You even resorted to dating someone else, someone your age, so maybe he’d be hit with reality and realize he needs to move on. But your plan had the exact opposite effect. He just doubled down on his efforts.
You were on a date with your new boyfriend, one you were actually kind of enjoying, when you’d received a text from Taehyun. Rolling your eyes, you open the app to see that it’s a video, a lewd one at that.
You choke on your own spit, making your boyfriend look at you in concern. “Are you okay, babe?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You stammer, quickly locking your phone and getting up. “I just need to use the bathroom.”
You know you should just delete the video and block him, and when you go home have a serious talk with him about how none of this is okay.
What you do however is lock yourself in a stall and put your earphones in before playing the video. It doesn’t show his face, just his crotch and a bit of his stomach that was showing from under his pushed up shirt.
You hadn’t been lying when you’d told him you preferred skinny boys, but something about Taehyun filling out, his new muscles helping him manhandle you whenever you “got in his way” so easily made your pussy clench in need. It just looked so sexy on him and the bastard knew it. He must’ve seen the way you’d stare at him every time he’d come home from a work out, arms hanging out of sleeveless shirts–nipples sometimes visible through the deep cuts on the sides– and glistening with sweat.
He’d parade around the house for more than he needed to, reminding you of what you used to do to him and testing your self control as you do everything in your power to keep from pouncing on him.
“Noona…ahhh… need you so bad.”
His moans go straight to your pussy.
“I’m so close, noona.”
You don’t need him to tell you. You can see it from the dark stain that appears even through his black shorts, the precum turning them almost see-through.
You hadn’t really gotten a chance to see his cock and you lick your lips at the view of his swollen head stretching through the material of his gym shorts.
“Need you so bad.” He moans, and the little shit has the audacity to pull his shirt higher to expose more of his toned stomach.
Fuck. His tiny waist paired with just the right amount of muscle does things to you, and you find yourself with your hand between your legs, rubbing yourself over your own underwear as you watch the video.
“C-close…” He chokes, his hand moving faster over his cock. “Can I cum, noona? Can tyunnie please cum?”
That little bitch. You wanna scream No. He can’t. He’s being a very, very bad boy. But you know it’s futile since what you’re watching has already happened.
“Ahhh–thank you, noona. Thank you so much!” He cries out and suddenly a burst of white oozes through his shorts as he cums. The camera shifts up to catch his smiles before the video ends.
You rip your hand out of your pants and stand up, teeth grinding as you march towards the exit, intending to head straight home.
You ignore your boyfriend as he calls your name and asks you where you’re going, only one thing on your mind and that is the image of Taehyun crying and regretful.
A little pouty and needy, he want you pressed against him. Very much in need of your physical touch. He clings to you, even if you go and take a shower. His arms are around your waist and his head is burried into your neck. Soobin just wants your touch, doesn’t really want the moment to be over yet.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On himself, he likes his pretty lips. Everything from their unique shape to the way he can kiss you. He loves kissing your forehead, cheeks, neck, lips, everything.
On you, he loves your waist and hips. He likes holding you there, be it during sex or not. He loves hugging you by your waist, guiding your hips when you ride him. Kissing your hips before dipping down further.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He feels so guilty about it everytime but God he loves cumming on you. Soobin loves the sight of you covered in his cum, especially your thighs, ass and stomach. He thinks it makes you look so fucking pretty and it just fuels something in him. He even likes to cum on your chest.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Soobin hates to admit it but he’s a little bit a perv, he totally gets off on the most mundane things when it comes to you and is scared to admit it. Looks down your shirt when you bend over, or your ass as a matter of fact. Sometimes the feeling of your chest pressing against his while hugging is simply enough to get him going. Even sIt’s not really his fault, his body naturally responds to you that way and it embarrasses him so he’d rather not have you know.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Not too experienced, knows what he does from porn. There’s a chance he’s a virgin but I’m going to say 1 partner.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Soobin likes it when your front is pressed to the mattress, he likes it because he can grip your hips watch your hands grip the sheets. Not only that but he likes this position because he can fuck your thighs, cum on them and your ass.
He also likes any position where he can watch your boobs bounce. It doesn’t matter if you’re on top or under him, he just gets absolutely hypnotized by the image of your tits bouncing. When your riding him, he can’t help but lean forward and take your nipples into his mouth or hold onto them with his hands, squeezing them.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
A lot of awkward giggles more, chop that up to the lack of experience. Soobin wants to be serious, but he can’t help but laugh and giggle which is fun and he learns that that’s normal and sex should be fun.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Well groomed during promotions and kinda lets himself go when not promoting, he’s not particularly hairy on his own, but he does let it be.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He is really romantic, though he manages to mix the very romantic with the absolutely dirty. But he manages to stay romantic the whole time.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
I think more than you would generally suspect. It might even be a daily thing, he gets turned on by the simplest things at times so I think he does it quite a bit. So I’m gonna say daily give or take you know.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Lingerie: Soobin goes wild over seeing you in soft lingerie. Even if it’s like a shirt that resembles a lacey peace of lingerie, he goes wild. He absolutely prefers lacey lingerie, in soft pinks, purples and blues. He likes the feigned innocence of them and thinks you look absolutely angelic.
Voyerism: He likes to watch. He doesn’t like other people watching no, he wants to watch you. Soobin likes watching you touch yourself or watching videos of you both back to get out. But he simply prefers watching you touch yourself and making yourself cum. You’ll have him sitting on the edge of his seat, looking at you like a kid in a candy shop.
Creampie: I didn’t mention this in the earlier section, but he loves this. Those times that he doesn’t pull out to cum over your thighs, ass or chest, he cums inside and loves watching it drip out. Not being able to help himself but fuck his cum back into you. It doesn’t happen often but he goes wild for it.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Just the bedroom, maybe the shower but quite literally only wants to have sex in the bedroom. He might like watching but he does not want to get caught.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Small things, anything, you could be doing the most domestict thing and he wants to pounce on you. You bending over and giving him a peek at your chest or ass. You hugging him a little too long, chest rubbing against him. When you toy with his hair and pull a little too hard.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Soobin doesn’t like hitting or choking, anything related to that. Not even into spanking. The only marks he wants on you are hickeys. He doesn’t like it or the thought of hurting you.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Soobin is a giver, loves going down on you. You had a rough day? He’ll go down on you no questions asked. He doesn’t tease, he doesn’t make you wait for it, he just loves watching you fall apart. Smiling from between your legs after making you cum.
Recieving isn’t something he’ll say no to but he just really prefers to give.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
His pace is borderline needy, fast and can be rough but thats purely out of need. Sometimes he just wants to cum so bad, he can’t help himself. Naturally there are slow moments, those happen when you’re sleepy and wanting to recharge a little.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t like quickies but he needs them considering how turned on he gets. It’s fun to get him worked up so quickly and get him to fall apart so quickly, from your point of you. But he doesn’t enjoy them as much as he would you know, being able to take his time.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He’s open to a lot of things, but he wants to do research before hand and it’ll take him a minute to get used to things. It’s because he’s quite inexperienced, he needs a second to adjust.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
1-2 nothing crazy, pretty average.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Now on you, he likes to watch you get off. Be that with your hands or with a toy. It doesn’t matter to him, be it a vibrator or a dildo. He doesn’t mind. Won’t even mind if you use them on him every now and then.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn’t like to tease, but it is fun to tease him. Soobin is so needy for you that he doesn’t want to tease, so when you’re in control its so amusing to tease him.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Whimpers, whines and moans. He doesn’t want to be loud but he can’t help himself. He’ll try and bite back the sounds but he lets it out anyways, he gets a little loud.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Admiring the lace on your body suit had ended in your front pressed into the mattress. The contrast of the lace on your skin had Soobin absolutely overwhelmed, he just needed you so bad. He didn’t even bother taking it off of you, simply pulling it to side as he slipped his cock between your thighs.
He loved getting off like this, fucking your thighs while you were lingerie, cock brushing against your core. You bit back your own moans because you simply wanted hear him. “You look so good and feel so fucking good.” He moaned, picking up the pace as he gripped at your hips. It only took him a few more strokes before whimpering, cum coating your thighs as he continued to fuck your thighs through it. He was making an absolute mess but he just didn’t care, you felt way too good.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
On the thinner side, but longer than average. 7-8 inches give or take.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Quite high, mainly having to do with how easy it is to get him going. 4-5 times a week and otherwise, masturbates everyday.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Decently quickly, he tends to exhaust himself quite a bit. Over doing it a bit, gets sleepy so quickly. If you don’t get him in the shower within 10 minutes, he’s out like a light.
