I can hear your voice taeil
You cup his cheeks, running your thumbs along the soft skin as you lean down to plant a kiss onto his forehead. His eyes blink open in a daze, not sure what’s happening but feeling his coveted orgasm slipping from his grasp.
But it’s when his breathing picks up and his hips raise into your fist and his whines change pitch that you know that he’s getting close.
You watch him closely, noting every noise and the way that his eyes squeeze shut and his body jolts at your actions. He moans into your mouth, not able to hold them back even for the duration of a kiss. You lean forward and capture his lips with your own, and you think that sloppy kisses with Taeil might be your new favorite thing. He looks so beautifully broken, with sweat beading on his forehead and white knuckles and his slack jaw letting out such pretty melodies. The noises that fall from his lips are heavenly, and you want to be able to save this image of him in your head for the rest of your life.
He doesn’t know what to do with his hands as they scramble to try to find some purchase in the sheets, anything to ground himself while you threaten to drown him in such strong pleasure. He cries out at your pace, fast and hard and taking advantage of his sensitivity. He doesn’t get a chance to question you before your hand starts moving along him. He whines at the loss, but cuts himself off when you pull his dick out of his underwear. “Oh, I’ll do you one better,” you tell him as you move yourself off of him. “I want to earn it,” he gasps out, voice catching every time your hips move against his. “You’ll have to earn that,” you tell him, and you don’t miss the sound he makes at that, whiny and needy and desperate for you when you haven’t even done anything yet. He eyes fall closed as his head makes contact with the pillow, and you bring your hands along his chest to feel him. “What about your clothes?” He asks, and you respond by rolling your hips down against his boxers. He barely has time to pull his shirt over his head before you’re climbing on top of him. He wastes no time and reaches to unbuckle his belt, scrambling as he rids himself of the fabric. You pull him off the wall then, spinning him around and pushing him so he falls flat onto the bed. You had been craving him for weeks, and you were glad to know that he felt the same way.Īnd you were determined to give him exactly what he wanted. “Yes.” His voice comes out breathless, coming out in between his gasps and shaky breaths as he lets the feeling of you devouring his neck consume him. Instead, you chuckle, the sound vibrating on his skin and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. You’re taken aback, shocked to hear these words come out your mild mannered boyfriend, but you don’t show it. “I want you to play with me however you like until all I can think about is you.” “I want you to make me beg for you,” he tells you between pants, breathing deeply as he tries to focus on speaking and not the way your lips are brushing against his skin. He hips jut forward at your words, and you bring your hands down to grab his hips and shove them back against the wall. “What do you need? How can I make you feel good?” When you speak, it’s against his skin, laying open mouth kisses on him between words. He gasps at the contact, and at the way you sandwich him between your body and the cool wall. He shudders at the feeling, hands twitching along your waist as you maneuver and press his back against the bedroom wall. “Tell me what you like,” you whisper, bringing your lips close to his ear before dipping down to kiss along his slender neck. He whines, a low noise in the back of his throat when you threaten to pull away, but you do so anyway, tearing your lips apart as he pants and tries to catch his breath. So it definitely came as a shock to you when his reaction to you bringing him takeout food after a long day was to immediately crash his lips onto yours. You knew that Taeil took his time when it came to love, and you didn’t want him to feel pressured or like you were rushing him in any way. You and Taeil had been together for a couple months at this point, but neither of you had taken the initiative to bring sex into the relationship yet. He was usually calm, cool and collected, but that was hard to believe with the way he was clinging to you, hands gripping tightly to your waist and holding on for dear life as he let your tongue explore into his mouth. His kisses are messy, fevered and lust filled as you back him into his bedroom. Originally posted by bunyng-deactivated20210517 Warnings: femdom, edging, begging, praise, CFNM, sorta facesitting Part one of my Kinktober // NCT 2020 Projectĭay 1: Taeil + edging → “Tell me what you like”