— Control With Sub ! Hyunjin 💭

— control with sub ! hyunjin 💭

🏷️ dom!reader, sub!hyunjin, petnames “mommy” and “baby,” bondage suspension ropes, light overstimulation, very light angst.

you’re tied up, but you’re the one in control.

he has free reign, but he’s losing his mind.

his hands roamed your body. he stared and took you in freely as he wished. it was fun until he realized that he just couldn’t go for long, he had to make you release.

he never realized how hard of a task that was until he found out how excessively skilled you were with self-control.

“hwang hyunjin,” you breathed, “make me cum in ten.”

he dropped his weight onto you and latched his mouth on your chest.

“nine.”

he hurriedly stuck a finger inside you.

“eight.”

he curled it, thinking it could elicit something out of you, but it didn’t.

“seven.”

he quickened the pace but you only ever clenched. you kept counting.

“six.”

he added a finger and then another. he tried to stretch you, scissor you, go faster, reach deeper. you stared at him with a cocked eyebrow and nothing more.

“five.”

he was whimpering, lost on what to do. he stood up and stopped sucking on your chest. he repositioned his crotch to align with yours.

“four.”

he slid himself in you and whined louder when you didn’t react at all.

“three.”

“please, please,” was all he could say. he lost all the words. he grew desperate for something, anything. reactions were validation at this point. he wanted to be so good for you.

“two.”

he thrusted hard and fast into you. he rutted and chased his high, hoping it would chase yours, to no avail.

“one.”

“please, mommy, please!” hyunjin cried out, finishing inside you. he trembled as he held onto the ropes lifting your body up.

“oh, poor boy couldn’t make me cum.”

you peered over his face only to see him crying. he was shaking from the overstimulation, the warmth of your walls and his own cum trapping him in a spot that was in between both too good and too much.

“i wanted mommy to feel good. wanted to make them cum. i’m sorry.”

“no need to be sorry baby,” you cooed, “you tried your best.”

“am i good enough?”

your heart shattered. you could see through his glossy eyes. there was a sorrow in it that you haven’t seen from him before.

he’d always been good enough: he was always leagues more than just that. he’s the best one for you, always has and ever will be.

at that, your heart uncontrollably softened. you couldn’t help but be honest.

“yes, baby. you’re my good boy, my best boy. untie me, i’ll finish with you.”