Boyfriends

💭❤️‍🔥Boyfriends💭❤️‍🔥

A/N: just drabble of my take on how I imagine the monstas are in their romantic/dating relationships. 🥰 semi-sweet/sem-spicy and some intuitive speak. Please enjoy.

Hyunwoo

Hoseok

Minhyuk

Kihyun

Hyungwon

Jooheon

Changkyun

Eye On You: Wonho❤️‍🔥

A/n: anyone ever sit back and think about how rich Wonho would be if he had an OnlyFan's account? Just me? 🌚 aw ok well....here you go🥴. I wrote this in like an hour so...

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You never imagined you'd be the type to subscribe to one of these websites.

Hell, you barely liked forking over that $9.99 a month for Netflix and a small part of your soul died at the sight of that reoccurring charge on your bank statements.

But this felt different.

It was midday and you were alone in your room, writhing in bed as your body's reluctance to go to sleep frustrates you.

It wasn't as if you needed a nap but sleep was the only thing that could distract you from the insatiable ache between your legs.

So after scrolling on social media for a little bit, seeing enough of a particularly fine man's face and body on your timeline led you to fish out your debit card and open your laptop.

The cursor idles over the pixelated rectangle for what felt like minutes.

You've already created the account and input your payment information.

All you had to do was hit subscribe and an uncensored world of Wonho would be unveiled for your and 120,863 people's eyes only.

When you'd first seen him, you were amazed by the exaggerated definition of his muscles and undeniably handsome face.

Every Instagram post was either him fully clothed and candid, smiling or looking away as if he weren't aware of a picture being taken.

Or he was naked.

Ok, maybe not full-on ass-naked but he might as well have been.

Plump and pert glutes.

Thick muscled thighs.

Massive pecs that could easily fit in a d cupped bra.

Buttered Hawaiian roll-looking abs.

And then there was his....lower half.

No matter what he wore, there was never a reason NOT to look down at the sizable print that bulged in the most provocative way in even jeans or dress pants.

Him wearing a size smaller than his normal fit, no underwear, and sitting wide-legged in every picture didn't help either.

Don't even bother asking anyone what color his hair or his shoes are.

You damn sure didn't know.

All you knew was that when you realized this specimen had a Stream4You account, similar to OnlyFans, it only took a shameful 8 minutes for you to decide to subscribe.

The membership fee wasn't bad.

About as much as your Netflix subscription and you were sure to be much more entertained by this than the thousands of shows and movies you'd scrolled through.

Plus you could cancel any time so...

You click to enter the website and your eyes widen at the array of pornographic thumbnails from past streams.

"My gawd.." you gawk as you scrolled.

Well-lit 4K snaps of Wonho on his black leather couch.

Some of him alone, gripping his thick print in different colored boxer briefs.

Some of him with a woman in various sexual positions.

Doggy style with nothing but their naked torsos and legs in the frame.

Missionary with Wonho's massive upper body looming over a woman much smaller than him, their pelvis' pressed together.

Another with a view of the bare back of a woman kneeling in front of the couch and between Wonho's spread legs, his hand resting on the back of her head with his tipped back in ecstasy.

All of them different races and body types.

All of the gorgeous.

A pang of jealousy struck in your chest as well as deep within your clenching walls.

What an experience it would be to get fucked by such a magnificent man. You didn't even have to watch him in action to know he could fuck.

It was all in his aura.

You sigh, leaning back with your laptop resting on your tummy, scrolling down his profile with a pout.

Suddenly a notification bell pings in the corner of the screen, followed by a drop-down banner letting you know that Wonho was about to start a live stream in 5 minutes.

It's a shame how fast you clicked the link that led you to the waiting room which consisted of a black screen with a countdown, a sidebar with his past live streams in the queue, and a frenzy of comments popping off in a chat on the other side.

You immediately found the 'Turn off chat' option in settings because you didn't want anything distracting you from the main event.

After an agonizingly slow five minutes passed, the black screen shifts to an unexpected view of who you knew to be Wonho's glistening chest and sculpted abs.

He's leaning over the tripod, adjusting the angle from what it sounded like.

A second later, his beautiful face fills the screen.

"Hi guys...." he croons, smiling innocently in that way that reduced his eyes to slits and lit up his entire face.

His voice is deep and soothing, something you'd probably want to hear up close or in your ear first thing in the morning.

Wonho furrows his brow and tucks the soft pink tip of his tongue at the corner of his mouth as he goes back to fiddling with the camera.

"Bare with me a second everyone...I got a new tripod and I'm still figuring it out. This angle is not...ah..there we go." He huffs in triumph as he rights the camera in the way he intended.

He then kneels in front of his infamous leather seat. Not to be confused with his equally infamous black leather couch.

Wearing nothing but some black Adidas shorts and a smile, Wonho seats himself comfortably on the floor in front of the camera. He leans forward, squinting at it for a second before smiling and waving again.

"Can you see me ok? It's in focus?" He asks and you snort at the irony of him speaking so casually considering what he was setting the audience up for.

"Looks like I am. Anyway... Hi again. It's Wonho, your favorite. I hope everyone here is enjoying their day so far. I um....really have no plan for today's stream. I just got back from the gym and showered so I'm at home for the rest of the day. What are you all up to?"

Again, he was speaking to his audience as if they were coworkers or neighbors he say occasionally on his way in or out of his home.

It was...cute. Unexpected but cute.

Your brow crinkles in amusement.

Wonho smirks softly as he stared at what you assumed to be the comments, which were no doubt coming in by the thousands per second. His eyes squinted again as he read them, his smirk persistent at what his paying audience had to say. 

For a second you toyed with the thought of him asking you about your day with s genuine interest. He'd be looking at you the way he was looking at the camera now with expectant eyes and parted lips, hanging on to your every word.

" 'Just got off work.' Cool. 'Just had dinner..' Already? It's dinner time where you're at? I haven't even had lunch yet..'Hi, baby' Hi...' You're handsome' No you're handsome, whoever you are.." he chuckles cutely as he went through more similar comments before leaning back on his knees.

He lifts his arms and runs his hands through his hair, flexing his biceps and triceps unintentionally with the movement.

He then stands to extend his body in a stretch that gave you a godly eyeful of his body. Abs contract and quads flex as he stretched and your gaze falls to the plushy-looking hill that gathered at his crotch area.

He's not even trying.

After satisfying his muscles, Wonho exhales heavily and plops into the waiting seat behind him.

It groans under his weight and you could only imagine the things that chair had to endure being owned by this man.

On and off camera.

"Glad to hear all is well with you all. Thanks for tapping in." He says, resting his head in the nest of his interlocked fingers.

"As I said...I didn't really have a plan. I took a shower and had this urge to jack off but I didn't want to do it alone...."

Your ears perked up at the favorable turn of events and you reflexively push the laptop up to your chest.

"Oh..do tell," you mutter as if he could hear you.

"...So I figured I'd just get comfortable and do that while I chat with you guys until I cum. Or perhaps until you cum. Whichever comes first..." he jokes with a little chuckle.

His corny pun and little laugh alone should be considered a sin. How could a man so burley and huge be so cute at a time like this?

Wonho remains leaned back comfortably in his shorts that hung loosely from his tree trunk thighs, his hooded gaze fixed on the camera.

He lifts one of his hands from the back of his head to rub through his silky black hair again, mimicking the way you wish you could do the very same thing.

Beside him, an iPhone lays face down on the leather armrest and he picks it up, swiping his thumb over the screen a few times before focusing on reading the stream's comments from his own device.

Then he flashes that damned panty-dropping grin.

" ''Good plan' I know right? 'Deal.'  'Sign me up Coach. 'Cum first Daddy. I need frosting for my toaster strudel'...Wow. Nasty. And beautiful. You might have just inspired some future content with that one..." he says in response.

" 'Nice Tits.' Thanks. I work pretty hard on them so glad to hear it. 'Show us your dick please' Well since you're so polite.." he grunts.

Without wasting another second, Wonho lifts his hips to push down his shorts and underwear. They shimmy over his legs and drop out of view, leaving him shamelessly nude for the camera.

"There. That better?" He teases with a light-hearted chuckle.

As he continued to respond to comments, some funny and others nasty, your eyes fixated on the culprit of all of those damned likes on his Instagram posts.

Wonho's dick.

It sits lazily between his attractive man spread, not even erect yet but still impressive.

The fact that he's clean-shaven only allows you to appreciate his full size as you tapped the fullscreen icon in the corner.

Now filling your monitor, Wonho's muscular body and thick manhood captivate you entirely.

You'd never see a man so beautiful in your entire life and maybe it was your hormones leading you to exaggerate but...

"Shit..." you exhale, marveling at his size.

For a moment you wondered why he had so many subscribers. Beyond his good looks and entertaining content, you didn't think 120K for one guy doing normal amateur porn made much sense.

Until he took off his underwear.

Wonho's dick is gorgeous. Similar to his skin tone if he were blushing with a fat mushroom tip that looked like it had been kissed by lips stained pink.

Thick and surprisingly long to be flaccid. He reaches down to cup himself, ringing his shaft between his thumb and two fingers while his ring and pinky fingers rested over his balls.

Which looked heavy and smooth to the touch.

The thought has you nearly drooling on sight

Wonho slowly begins to stroke himself, the velvety smooth skin moving over his veiny shaft.

He readjusts his seating and spreads those massive thighs more for the camera, scooting forward so that the audience has a perfect view of all he was selling.

With his other hand, he holds his phone to read the comments. He smiles at whatever madness you imagined to be occurring in the live chat.

If you weren't already touching yourself, you might have been able to post a comment or two.

At some point the laptop materialized beside you on the bed, giving you the freedom to shuck off your underwear and caress your sensitive folds.

The pads of your fingers pass over your clit and you gasp, repeating the action in a rhythm mimicking Wonho's.

Slow and steady.

Teasing yourself just enough to arouse you more.

It's not long before Wonho's once drooping member is ramrod straight and standing up at its full length.

He's a grower and a shower.

My gawd.

Wonho pauses to reach for something on the floor and sits back up with a glistening glob of liquid from a dispenser off-camera. He drops the phone to clap the substance between his palms, warming the lube before reaching back between his legs.

His large hand encircles the shaft, twirling his wrist slightly on the upstroke that's now much smoother with the help of the lubrication.

Now his dick shined as if it were encased in glass, showing everything in greater detail. He jerks himself with the original hand, using the other to cup and tug his balls gently.

"Ah..shit.." he exhales.

His tongue runs over his top lip as he continued stroking, his chest moving with each breath.

Yours shuddered beneath your shirt as you rubbed over your clit in slow and teasing circles, but the wetter you become, the more stimulating your touch is.

A soft moan parts your lips and you spread your legs wider as if you were on full display for this beautiful man and not the other way around.

Wonho gets lost in his touch for a moment, not shying away from rubbing his perineum as he worked over his dick.

His head tips back and his eyes fell shut for a moment and you wondered what he saw when he did.

What did he think about when he touched himself? It's not like he didn't have a massive collection of savory images to recall from his past experiences.

You wondered what memories turned him on the most...

After a while of the same pace and some of the sexiest soft moans you'd ever heard come from a man, Wonho lifts his head and opens his eyes to gaze straight into the camera.

There was something different in his eyes now.

Long gone was the cute and funny guy with punny jokes.

There was now what you could only describe as a demon. The brown of his irises seemed black now and they hid halfway beneath his eyelids in a sultry stare that makes you clench around nothing with a pathetic whimper to follow.

"What the..." you pause, feeling as taken aback by his expression as you were by your body's reaction to it. 

A little smirk lifts at the corner of the demon's lips before he releases his ballsack. He does a quick wipe over his thigh to rid his palm of excess lube before picking up his phone again.

Wonho goes back to reading the comments, leaning over to rest his elbow on the armrest as he stroked his dick slowly.

His brows go up at something he read but he doesn't respond out loud, only sparing the camera a knowing look briefly with a sly smirk.

He then goes on to read more, his thumb strumming over the screen.

He laughs at something someone said and pauses to switch up his tactic for a moment, focusing just on the tip of his dick and stroking over it with a shuddered sigh.

This makes his eyes roll back and he curses under his breath.

By now, your clit was so hard and swollen that your legs twitched every time your fingers passed over it. Occasionally you'd slide them inside to stroke the ache away that grew from deep.

But you could only manage that for so long before feeling like you were about to cum.

And you know once you did that, it would all be over.

Wonho looks back at his phone and smirks.

" 'Stroke faster' Yeah? That's what you wanna see?" He asks breathily, his eyes never leaving his phone.

He then adheres to the request, most likely accompanied by a cash donation.

The tacky sounds of the lube slicking the motion of his hand kicked up as he jerked himself faster.

It must have felt really good because his smirk melts into him scraping his teeth over his plump bottom lip.

"Ah fuck...mhmm.." he moans, exhaling sharply through his nose.

You match his energy, strumming two fingers over your needy clit, hips rolling and back arching.

You moan louder now,  panting as the heat collecting at your apex mounts.

You were close and so was Wonho.

You could tell from the way he'd abandoned the phone to go back to sitting upright, the other hand groping his balls and rubbing under them. His dominant hand was doing what it did best, pushing him closer and closer with every upward stroke.

He cursed and moaned just as freely as you did and you only bit down on them so that you'd be able to hear him over yourself.

Not that it was an easy task.

Hearing him moan.

Watching his hips canting and his abs contracting.

Spotting the shine of pre cum dribbling from the hole at the center of his rock-hard tip...

You wanted him. You wanted him so fucking bad that it sparked tears in your eyes knowing it wasn't him fucking into right now.

Wonho's eyes lift and lock onto the camera as it had done a few times before and for a moment it felt as if he were actually looking at you.

Through you.

Straight to your soul.

"You're about to cum aren't you?" He asks and you hiccup amidst your moan in reaction.

You lift your head from your pillow and blink away the blurriness to inspect your screen.

"Yeah...Im talking to you. I've got my eye on you...I've had it on you this whole time.." he rasps, now stroking his dick as if her priming a weapon ready to fire at any moment. 

His mouth goes slack for a second and his eyes roll back a little, but he resists the urge to look away from the camera.

From you...

"Oh fuck..I wish I was there. I bet you feel so good..fuck I bet you look so sexy right now. Are you touching yourself for me? Hmm?" He continues, this octave lifting to a gentle coaxing tone that has no will to resist responding to.

"Yes." You whimper, rubbing and swirling over your bud with the sole intention of getting yourself off.

"Good....keep going. And don't you fucking stop until you cum, you understand me?" He commands with a lifted brow.

"Yes..yes. Oh god..." you cry out, tearing your eyes away from the screen to shut them.

"Yes, baby! Like that...just like that...Im about to..." Wonho grunts and you open your eyes just in time to watch the thick spout of pearl shoot from his tip. Some of it hits his chest, drizzling over his sternum as he kept milking his dick for more. It was like it would never stop.

Your mouth hung open in a silent cry as you give in to the impending explosion as it sizzled down your spine.

Your breath hitches and your fingers pause over your clit at the memory of his intense gaze and throaty moan of release, and it's enough to send you hurdling over the edge and into a heart-stuttering orgasm.

Your climax hits you like shockwaves, making your muscles tense and relax as it passed over your body.

Hooded and lust-drunk, Wonho exhales finally and slows his strokes to rid himself of any remaining drops of cum he had left before sagging against the coach.

"Fuck...that was good...shit..." he pants, talking more to the ceiling than to his audience.

You lay limp in your bed, staring dazedly at your laptop with your now exhausted hand resting over your pussy.

That was good. Better than you'd expected for sure. You felt that same liberating tingly sensation all over that you always felt after an intense orgasm.

But this felt different.

Even though this was what he did for a living and thousands of people watched him exactly as you had...

And even though you knew there was no way in hell that this man could see you when he looked into his camera...

In your own little bubble of horny delusion, he was looking at you.

And that is perhaps what makes him so popular. The way he connects with his audience. The way he just doesn't set up a camera and act as if no one is watching him. He engages and puts on a show well worth the $10.99 a month.

Knowing and feeling that made this monthly subscription feel less like an expense and more like an investment.

Wonho's hand still rested around his dick, which was still stiff in his grasp but not as erect as it was seconds ago.

He sighs and leans up from the back of the couch, the sound of his sweaty back pealing from the leather surface making him cringe.

"Alright guys...that was fun but looks like Im gonna have to take another shower.." he huffs humorously.

You watched him in silence as he reached off-camera for a small washcloth he must have prepared beforehand.

Wonho cleans himself casually, wiping his cum from his chest and abs as if he spilled food on his shirt or something, and it makes you smile weakly.

He then wipes his hands thoroughly before tossing the washcloth aside. The cushions squeak beneath his bare ass cheeks as he scooted forward, lifting briefly to detach the device mounted by the tripod.

Now carried in the hand he just used to jerk himself off, Wonho held his audience and lifted them so that he was looking up at the camera in selfie mode.

"I hope you enjoyed our time together. I know it was quick but I didn't want to interrupt your day for too long. I have a lot of cool content planned for the month so stay tuned. Subscribe to get notifications and become a platinum member for exclusive videos. Until next time. Come back and see me. Bye..."  he winks and gives the camera a quick wave before the screen goes black again.

And just like that, the stream was over.

I miss him. I miss his random IG posts of his bawdy. I miss his smile. I miss his laugh. I miss his dorky shimmy when he’s shy or embarrassed or happy over his food. I miss his daily vlives (dammit Vlive why’d you have to go!!? *waves fist)

*sigh* anywho..🌚 I think im gonna do more onlyfans wonho stuff

I just binged Queen Charlotte today cuz my PMS kept me from working and i just kept thinking of this masterpiece and wanted to give this tremendously talented writer @biffhofosho her flowers. It takes alot for me to fall in love with a story to the point where I come back to it to re-experience the escapism and she truly built a world worth getting lost in. She prolly wont see this but this was on my heart to say❤️

If yall havent read this or ANY of her work, you sleepn. Im finna pop a motrin and go to bed 😌

Coming January 2023

Surprise! I’m awful and I just can’t help myself. I’m way, way, way too weak for Prince Hyungwon, so this happened just to spite me, I swear, so it’s time to throw another trashterpiece on the dumpster fire. Ya girl will be back in the new year with another multichapter romance. Admittedly, I kinda want to hate myself for the campy bodice-ripper vibe, but also, I don’t. Like, not at all lol. I’m stupid in love with this dumb, self-indulgent story, so yeah.

Cvr | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12

Anyway, a bit of a preview:

The Vibe: Lonely prince meets reluctant princess, the typical royal intrigue, beautiful costumes and lavish historical settings, friends with benefits-adjacent (though it’s more like royals with obligations), slow burn but also loads and loads of smut in between because arranged marriage, jealousy, angst, misunderstandings, confused feelings, falling in love with your husband, HAPPY ENDING BECAUSE FAIRYTALE DAMNIT

Synopsis: Naran has never fit the mold of a princess. She’s brash, disinterested, and nomadic at heart. It is only unlucky circumstance that has cast her as the sole hope of the Moghulikhan empire. With no brothers to secure the realm’s lineage, shaky borders ringing them from all sides, and a sister too young to understand any of that, peace only seems possible through an alliance, but that hasn’t stopped Naran from scheming up a way out. That is, until a handsome prince charming makes her an offer she simply can’t ignore.

Hope to see y’all in the new year!

Aint About You: Wonho❤️‍🔥

A/N: quick drabble. Wonho as a big soft sub nailing the reader to the cross because she told him to. 😌

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The ceiling fan above you became of blur of dark wood plates spinning endlessly.

Your eyes watered fiercely as your third orgasm rips through you and your voice had become too hoarse to vocalize your partner's praises.

But he knew from the way the leather cuff around his neck tightened from you pulling at the leash attached to it, that you were pleased.

You were keening by the time he relented and Hoseok lifted his head reluctantly from the cozy nook of warmth and wetness he'd created between your thighs. His eyes were dark and shined almost as much as the lower half of his face that was shellacked by your previous releases as he smiled.

"Another, my love?" he asked the same question he'd asked before yanking your soul from you again with his soft lips and expert tongue.

That very tongue lashes out to lick over your seam teasingly and you shiver at how sensitive you'd become because of him.

You were able to moan audibly this time and Hoseok relishes in the sound as well as the bite of his collar pulling tighter against his throat.

He grunts and you pant tiredly as you push up to lean on your elbows, shaking your head.

"I don't think I'll survive another..." you huff, reaching up to dab a tear drop from your cheek.

Hoseok hums in slight disappointment as his eyes fall back to your cunt, and he leans back in without direction.

Your breath hitches the moment he suctions your swollen clit between his lips and he sets out on getting another dizzying orgasm out of you that you both knew wouldn't be hard to achieve.

Your legs were already shaking against his shoulders by the time you gathered enough strength to pull on the lead. Hoseok has no choice but to lift his head and there's a sloppy wet pop sound from him detaching his lips from your overstimulated bud.

"I didn't tell you to keep going.." you reprimand and the cutest of pouts sags on Hoseok's glistening lips.

"I know but..." he begins and your hand coils the leather leash tighter with a twirl of your wrist, giving you the leverage to pull yourself up. Hoseok grunts under the strain it caused on his neck but his gaze never wavers from your face.

"But? I never told you to keep going. That's all there is to it. You don't make decisions. You do as you are told. Understand?"

You pull against his leash again and this time it elicits a deep groan of satisfaction from your lover's throat.

Hoseok's eyes flutter at the tightness and he nods obediently.

"Yes, my love." he rasps and you pull at his leash once more.

"Good. This aint about you, remember? It's about me and what I want."

Your bare heels dig into his muscular back, emphasizing your dominance as well as scooting your bottom lower on the mattress.

Hoseok's gaze drops to your tummy and you smile as you loosen the reigns a bit.

"Come here.." you summon him with your finger and Hoseok pushes himself up enough to climb over your body, dragging his torturously hard dick over the sheets until it grazes your heat.

He ignores in favor of you reaching for his cheek and you craned your neck to take his lips into a kiss.

You both moan sensually at the shared taste of your pussy on your lips, kissing sloppily and slurping each other's tongues until you're satisfied.

Pulling away much to Hoseok's disproval, you smirk.

"I want you to put that big dick inside of me. Right now...You think you're ready for that baby?"

The question comes with an unexpected stroke of his hardness with your free hand. You'd snuck it down between your bodies while kissing and Hoseok hisses when you squeezed his shaft just hard enough for it to almost hurt.

He nods and you squeeze him harder, needing to hear him.

"I asked if you're ready, baby...answer me," you say menacingly, a direct contrast to the way you were now stroking his dick lovingly.

You paused to run your hand over your pussy, gathering enough of your wetness to resume stroking Hoseok's dick better.

"Oh fuck yes.." he cursed under his breath, his head drooping as he gave in to the feeling.

"I'm sorry?" you perk a brow, tugging at his leash with your other hand and Hoseok's head pops back up.

"Yes, my love. Yes, I'm ready. Please let me fuck you, please." he slurs desperately and it's that level of desperation that made you live for all of this.

In everyday life, Hoseok wasn't a submissive man. He took charge and handled his business. He made sure everyone he cared for had everything they needed but in a leadership-type way.

And when it came to you, he'd do just about anything to please you.

Even if it meant following your lead now and again.

"Please.." he repeats his plea, this time with a slight roll of his hips to meet your stroke to emphasize how ready he was.

"That's better." you smile after a beat, leaning back to sink into the pillows.

This wordless gesture of consent sets Hoseok into motion and he leans back on his leans just enough to be able to gran you by the thighs and scoot you down the mattress.

Once he was satisfied with your position beneath him, he takes his dick in his hand to stroke a few more times. He slaps it against the wet face of your pussy before easing it in, going slow to ensure you could take all of him in one go.

And you did.

Although it's always a snug fit, your body swallows him up inch by inch until he's pressing hard against the soft entrance of your womb.

"Shit.." you exhale, your features screwed in pain and pleasure as Hoseok pulled back. He presses forward again, cursing just as you had when how good you felt around him was all-consuming.

"Fuck me, baby.." you reach out for him, your fingertips dragging from his bottom lip to his chest, grazing over his defined abdomen.

Hoseok sets out on a dangerous pace, keeping your legs spread widely under the weight of his arms. Rolling his hips expertly to spear you with his length over and over.

The metal clasps of his collar jingle with every stroke, its cadence matching his rhythm.

It had barely been a minute and you could feel yourself unraveling already. He felt so damn good, words couldnt even begin to describe it.

But you needed more.

"Deeper.." you command breathlessly and Hoseok complies, hitching your hips up and holding your legs to keep you steady.

He falls into you deeper now, the fat tip of his manhood rubbing your G-spot square over and over until you feel as if you're about to explode.

"Fuck...make me cum. Yes! Just like that!!" you scream, unintentionally pulling the leash tightly as you grab a fist full of the sheets for support.

Hoseok grunts as he fucked you harder, the veins in his neck bulging from the breath-restricting collar. His eyes were beginning to roll back into his head by the time you came around him.

A rush of milky nectar gushes from your hole, splattering all over Hoseok's dick as he never lets up.

He keeps drilling into you, his nails digging into your flesh as he approaches his eruption.

"Please..." he whimpers, his eyes barely able to focus on you riding out your high.

"Please my love, I can't..." his voice breaks with a heart-stuttering groan of ecstasy. You could tell from the way his body caved over you that he'd just cum, as well as from the warmth rushing inside of you when his hips stalled.

He's buried deep, his head hanging and his broad shoulders bowing as he panted.

Between you squirting on his dick so suddenly, your walls squeezing him and the way he was seconds from passing out from breath deprivation, Hosoek had no control over his body.

He knew cumming was a privilege in times like this and the punishment would likely be severe if it happened without your permission.

But what's a guy to do when he's completely at the mercy of a pussy this good?

You were coming down from the bliss just as realization set in and when Hosepk braved a look up at you, your slight scowl was telling.

"Did I say you could cum?" you breathe.

Hoseok blinked dumbly as he looked at you, his lungs taking in as much air as they could before you deprived them again.

"M'sorry.." he mumbles and it's so endearing that you couldn't bear it. He was still the most handsome being you'd ever laid eyes on. Even when he was this pathetic.

But you still couldn't let him get away with stepping out of bounds.

Your fucked out brain couldn't even conjure up a proper punishment for him.

So you merely sighed as you lay flat against the pillows again, tipping your chin towards your spread and swollen sex.

"Clean it up. Now," you tell him and he immediately stoops his head to begin lapping up the mess he made, tasting your cum and his mixing deliciously as it leaked out of you.

Inspo🌚

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