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Top: reader
Bottom: yeonjun

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about anything but lying back and keeping your legs spread for me.”

The way Yeonjun’s eyes go wide as you push him down is almost painfully sweet. He’d been trying to be flirty and smooth, tugging at your clothes and acting like he wanted to take the lead, but you weren’t going to let him distract you from what he’d asked for. It works, too—he sinks back under your direction, lifting his hips obediently as you work his pants off, and you reward him with kisses up and down his pretty thighs.

“That’s a good boy,” you murmur, punctuating the sentiment with a gentle nip to his soft skin, and you’re rewarded with a breathy little gasp for your effort. His boxers go next, tugged down to reveal the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen—you press a kiss to the warm, ruddy head of it, a thank-you for its existence, before slowly trailing down with wet, teasing kisses all the way to his balls.

Yeonjun’s breathy and squirmy under your affection, hands twisting the sheets beneath him in a death grip, then you’re pressing a soft, wet kiss to his perineum and he’s gasping, arching up into your mouth with sharp, jerky thrusts as though his body’s not sure it wants more. When you look up, he’s watching you with wide eyes, chest heaving and cheeks splotchy with color.

Holding his gaze, you dip back down to mouth at that same spot, not kissing but sucking and massaging it firmly with the flat of your tongue. It drags a long, low moan out of him, and he watches you from beneath hooded lids, his lips parted and shiny. You work at his prostate through the delicate skin of his taint, firm circles with your tongue broken up by gentle sucking and sloppy kisses—loud and wet, just so you can feel the violent tremble of his thighs under your hands, see the way his eyes flutter shut at the sound of your mouth between his legs.

It’s not long before hedonism wins out over humiliation and your baby boy’s thrusting up into the movement of your tongue and whining for more. With one last firm lick, you pull off of him and take in the sight of him, spread out and glowing and already so thoroughly debauched for you.

“You want more, baby?”

“Yes, yes, please.” His words are frantic, matched by the needy roll of his hips and the helpless twitching of his cock.

“What do you want more of?”

Yeonjun whines at your probing, turning his head to the side as if to hide the heat rising in his cheeks as he murmurs, “Want your mouth… please…”

“Baby’s already got my mouth,” you answer teasingly, not bothering to hide the smile curling at the corners of your mouth as you pepper the sharp angles of his hipbones and the soft crease of his thighs with kisses. He bites his lip to hold back a whine, hips jerking in your hold as he struggles to get the words out.

“Want it—want your mouth on my ass—please—” His voice is a little broken, face flushed and scrunched up with embarrassment, and you heart wells up with pride and affection.

“My baby boy can have whatever he wants,” you promise warmly, lifting his narrow hips to hook long legs over your shoulders. You dig your fingers into his soft, pale cheeks and spread them apart, taking a moment to admire the pinkish-brown rosebud that’s your prize.

“Did I—I shaved, is it—” His embarrassment is tangible in every word, and the notion that he might think he’s anything less than exquisitely lovable tangles and tugs at your heartstrings.

“You look perfect, baby boy, you look good enough to eat.” You nuzzle his thigh reassuringly, blow a gentle little raspberry into the squish of his thighs and Yeonjun giggles breathlessly.

You take his distraction as your opportunity to dive in—you don’t start off teasing or slow at all, just the flat of your tongue swiping across his tight, pretty little hole, and his hands come up to scrabble at your shoulders, an animal groan ripped out of him at the sudden sensation.

Your tongue circles the little pucker of his asshole firmly, gathering up the spit that’s been collecting in your mouth so you can tease at his entrance with the tip. It twitches and flutters as you press in, and your baby boy moans for you, arching into the gentle pressure. Yeonjun opens up slowly for you, letting you in just a little more with each shallow thrust, until you’re fucking him with your tongue. He’s hot and tight around you, the taste of him sweet and musky on your palate, and you note with pleasure that he’s rocking up steadily into the motion of your tongue inside of him—next time, you think, you’ll have to make him sit on your face and ride your tongue.

“Can I—can I—I wanna—”

You pull away to see him dragging his nails along his lower belly, fingers trembling as he resists the urge to touch himself without your permission.

“What did I tell you earlier, hmm?” He whines helplessly in response to your question, and you have mercy on him, taking his hand to guide it to his cock. “I said that my baby boy can have whatever he wants.”

You watch as Yeonjun wraps long, pretty fingers around his cock before pulling him back to your mouth, burying your tongue in as deeply as you can and fucking into him relentlessly. When your gaze flits up again, you’re met with the sight of him stroking his cock in time to the thrusts of your tongue, and you can’t help but moan into him at the sight.

It takes almost no time at all to bring him to the edge—you can feel the onset of his orgasm in the way his thighs clamp down around you in a death grip, in the way his warm, wet walls clench down around your tongue. His muffled gasps and moans turn to unabashed whining, sweetly broken pleas of ‘more’, ‘don’t stop’, ‘please’. A shudder runs down his body as he tightens around your tongue one last time, a low drawn-out wail torn from his lungs as he finally paints his stomach and chest with cum.

You ease up slowly, carrying him through the last shivery aftershocks of his orgasm with soft kisses and kitten licks, before moving up his body to clean his release from his skin. It’s thick and bittersweet on your tongue, his skin warm against yours as he twines shaky limbs around you.

“We should get you cleaned up, baby boy.” You stroke the sweat-damp hair from his eyes, knowing even as you say the words that he won’t be letting you out of bed anytime soon. His cheeks are still rosy from exertion, even as his eyes flutter shut, lashes tickling your collarbone like butterflies.

“Later…?” Yeonjun nuzzles into your neck with a soft whine, trapping your body against his insistently, and you find yourself humming in reluctant acquiescence—it’s just too hard not to give him everything he asks for.

Edited:
5/11/2023