for all of those male idols out there that don't get any femdom content.
- oneshots, scenarios/reactions, etc.
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He so looked cute today, you felt extremely lucky to be going out with such an angel. You held his hand tightly as you strolled through the mall together, sharing bright smiles with him and internally window shopping since you knew you didn't have the time nor money to actually do so.
"What time is it?" You asked, the possibility of missing the movie you both were going to see nagging in your mind. He glanced at his watch, "7:19... We better get going, shouldn't we?" You nodded.
You made it to the theatre a bit early, so you and him decided to get some snacks. "Do you wanna sit up in the front?" He asked you as you stood in the tiny line for the popcorn. "Maybe the middle, if that's okay with you." He nodded at your response, moving up in the line and ordering the food in a hurry.
He turned and handed it to you, "We're cutting it kinda close." He complained, resulting in you grabbing the tickets from his hand and giving them to the usher. You rolled your eyes at Sangchan sarcastically as you both went to find your seats.
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The lights went off as the movie finally rolled, trailers boring you to death. On the other hand, your boyfriend decided he was going to eat all the popcorn before the main event even started. "Dude," you whispered, making sure no one could hear you but him, "Don't eat all of the popcorn just yet! It's barely begun!" He pouted, ignoring your comment.
"Do you have any napkins, Y/N? My hands are all buttery." You sighed at the question. "No. You were supposed to get them, dumbass." You scoffed as he spread out all his fingers from touching each other as if he had put his hand in some kind of poison and didn't dare make contact with anything. "What's the big deal? Just wipe it on your pants."
He dramatically gasped, "How dare you? That's disgusting and unmannerly. Why would I get my pants all dirty just for that?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Just lick your fingers, idiot! How hard is that?" You almost shouted, his eyes widening as you said it loud enough for the person behind and in front to hear it clearly.
He looked you in the eyes, bringing his fingers to his mouth. His gaze clouded with mischief as he gave them a tiny lick. You couldn't help but stare at the way he exaggeratingly glid his tongue up and down, beginning to take them further and suck on them. You rolled your eyes; you knew what he was trying to do.
"Stop, Sangie. I know what you're doing." You whispered out once again, about to smack his hand away from his lips in frustration. "Make me." He mumbled back, taking his fingers out by just one centimeter, showing you the string of saliva connecting them to his tongue.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt your little... Whatever this is, but I'm trying to watch a movie here." A woman from the seats behind you said in an effort for you both to calm down and take the show somewhere else.
