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Jaemin said he was going to be working on his computer science homework. That was not what he was doing when Jeno walked in.
“Hey,” he says casually, swiveling around in his desk chair. “Oh, is that the food? Thanks. You can put it down right there.”
“Uhhh,” Jeno hears himself stutter out. “What… are you doing?”
If not for the faint pink on Jaemin’s cheeks, Jeno might’ve missed it entirely. His boyfriend’s sweats are tugged down just below his hips, allowing enough room for his half-hard cock as he casually jerks himself off like it’s nothing.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jeno gulps as a bead of precum oozes from Jaemin’s reddening tip and down his pretty fingers, adding to the glide. “I’m jerking off,” Jaemin says, straightforwardly as ever, and now Jeno can feel himself blushing too. He watches Jaemin’s firm hand stroke up and down, up and down, up and down, the veins in his hand matching the ones in his thick shaft. A gentle thumb to his frenulum elicits a lip bite and a low groan, the sound sending a shiver down Jeno’s spine.
“Hey. My eyes are up here.”
Jeno jolts, looking back up at his boyfriend. Jaemin’s eyes are cold, but he doesn’t stop pleasuring himself. “Look at you… you like this. You like watching me, huh? You’re already getting hard in your pants, Jen.”
Jeno looks down, and sure enough, there’s an embarrassing bulge growing steadily in the crotch of his track pants, with a tingling heat pooling in his stomach to match. He tries to cover himself with his fist, but Jaemin tuts, interrupting his thoughts.
“Uh-uh, baby. None of that.” Jaemin groans under his breath, and another drop of opaque white oozes down his shaft. He begins to pick up his pace, head lolling back. “Mmm… fuck, I know you like this. Don’t you?”
Jeno gives an embarrassed nod, ducking his head. Jaemin frowns, slowing his ministrations. The tone of his voice changes. “Use your words, Jen,” he says softly. “This okay?”
“Y-yeah,” Jeno whispers out finally. “I like it. I like it a lot.”
Jaemin’s eyes darken once more. “Mmm. That’s what I thought.” And then he leans back in his chair, cock back in his fist. He points to the ground, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “On your knees.”
Just like that, Jeno submits with a small whimper, dropping to the ground, but not breaking eye contact with his boyfriend. He knows better. “Good,” Jaemin breathes out, jerking his cock harder. “Fuck... good, baby. Hands behind your back.”
Hands behind his back? “But-“ Jeno starts desperately. “But, Jaem, I want to-“
“Hands behind your back,” Jaemin growls, “or I’ll get something to put your hands behind your back.”
Again, Jeno submits, clutching his wrists tightly at his back as he is told. Kneeling at his boyfriend’s feet, not allowed to touch- it makes him feel so pliant and submissive. He squirms, his own cock rubbing uncomfortably in its confines.
“You want my cum, baby?”
Jeno gives a vigorous nod, instinctively letting his mouth fall open, but Jaemin laughs, panting slightly.
“You’re so fucking cute… No, baby. You want my cum? Sit there and watch.”
And Jeno has no choice to look on, horrified, as Jaemin jerks his cock even harder, hips bucking into his own wet fist. “Mmm, fuck,” he moans, a hand raking through his hair. “Oh, shit. Feels so fucking good. Ngh-”
He jerks in his chair, hips twitching. He’s close. His mouth is hanging open, panting, as his strokes become wetter and sloppier. “Ohhh, fuck.” He bites down into his lip, eyes scrunching shut, and Jeno can’t even tear his eyes away amidst the twitching of his own legs and the heat in his belly. “‘M gonna-“
And Jaemin exhales, hand clenching tight around his shaft as he points his cock upwards and unloads, cum spurting up and soiling his t-shirt with white. Jeno can’t help it- he whines, watching all of Jaemin’s cum go to waste as shirt is dirtied with his seed.
Jaemin’s chest heaves as he comes down from his orgasm, the last few spurts of cum dribbling down his cock as his eyes slowly flutter back open. “Look at you,” Jaemin says lowly, a sadistic smile spreading across his face as he takes in the sight of Jeno still kneeling pathetically by his face, cheeks red and eyes glazed with lust. “Hate seeing all my cum go to waste, huh? You’re such a cumslut and you don’t even try to hide it.”
Jeno whines again, feeling his body tremble where he kneels. “Please… really want it…”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Sir,” Jeno whimpers, completely unashamed. “Sir, I want it. Want your…” Jeno swallows, eyes dropping downward to his boyfriend’s cock, which is beginning to thicken and fill against his thigh. “Want Sir’s cock…”
Jaemin uses two fingers to tilt Jeno’s chin upwards, averting his gaze back to his eyes. “And where would you like Sir’s cock, hm?”
Jaemin referring to himself with his own title completely fizzes out Jeno’s poor brain, and instead of answering Jaemin’s question, he simply drops his mouth open and lets his tongue loll out, pleading with his eyes as they begin to fill with tears out of pure desperation. Jaemin gives a short little laugh.
“Want my cock in your mouth, is that it?” Jeno nods dumbly, mouth still hanging open, and Jaemin laughs again. “You’ve gone cock-dumb and you haven’t even had a taste yet… like a good little cockslut, hm? A good little toy.”
Jaemin grips Jeno by the sides of his jaw, forcing his face upwards, mouth still open. “Sir is gonna fuck his cockslut’s pretty mouth,” he says softly, and Jeno melts, drool sliding down his tongue. “Gonna fuck his throat and stuff it full of cum…” One of his thumbs brushes gently against his cheek. “And if my toy is good, maybe I’ll let him cum too. How does that sound?”
Again, Jeno nods vigorously, head full of nothing but the idea of getting his mouth fucked, and Jaemin smiles, leaning back in his chair. He beckons Jeno forward with his fingers. “Come here.”
Jeno eagerly scoots forward so that he’s now kneeling between his boyfriend’s spread legs, Jaemin’s hardening cock beginning to twitch and throb. Jeno’s transfixed at the sight, feeling his mouth water.
Jaemin sighs, reaching down to run a hand through Jeno’s hair, who arches into the touch. “Drooly little thing. Just need a cock in your mouth, hm?”
Jeno opens his mouth again, tongue out, and stares imploringly up at his boyfriend, but Jaemin shakes his head. “Words,” he says.
Jeno whines, but is cut off with a moan when Jaemin yanks his hair backwards. “Words,” Jaemin repeats.
“N-need it,” Jeno chokes out. “Need a cock in my mouth.”
“Such a fucking slut,” Jaemin exhales. He regards Jeno for a moment, looking at him up and down, before holding out his hand.
Confused, Jeno reaches out, putting his own hand in Jaemin’s, but his boyfriend guides his hand to his leg, letting Jeno’s hand rest at the back of his calf. “Pinch me hard if you want to stop, okay?”
Jeno exhales, relieved. “Okay.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jaemin assures him, reading him easily, and Jeno can’t help but give him a grateful smile, which is easily returned. Jaemin’s hand rakes softly through Jeno’s hair before resuming its tight grip. “We’re gonna keep going, Jen.”
Jeno nods, feeling himself slip back into his dazed headspace as the pleasureful sting of his hair being pulled runs down his spine. Jaemin guides Jeno’s mouth to the head of his cock by the back of his head. “Open your mouth.”
Jeno obeys, but Jaemin keeps his head there with a firm grip on his hair, letting a glob of saliva from his open mouth dribble messily onto his cock, only centimeters away from Jeno’s tongue. Jeno gasps, squirming, but still obediently keeps his mouth open over Jaemin’s cockhead.
“Uh-huh,” Jaemin grunts. “That’s right. You’re only getting my cock because I’m allowing you. Because you’re just dumb little toy who doesn’t know any better.”
Jeno barely has a moment to register his words before Jaemin shoves his mouth all the way down on his cock in one hard thrust. His eyes widen as his nose is suddenly buried in Jaemin’s pubic hair, and his throat constricts in surprise. Jaemin’s cock, wedged against the back of his throat, is squeezed tightly, the taste of his precum rushing down Jeno’s tongue, and Jeno almost sobs at how good it hurts.
Jaemin yanks him back up and Jeno gasps, coughing. “Look at you,” Jaemin seethes, and Jeno moans, drooling. “You like getting used like this? As a wet hole for Sir’s cock to fuck?”
Jeno barely has the coherency to respond, but luckily, Jaemin deprives him of the opportunity, guiding his mouth back on his cock, slower this time, but his grip still strong in his hair. Jeno inhales sharply through his nose as Jaemin’s cock sinks past the back of his mouth, cockhead hitting the back of his throat once more, and Jaemin lets out a pleasured moan, hips rocking against the spot.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jaemin rasps, and Jeno keens at the praise, squirming. “My little toy… so warm and wet, all for me.”
His hips begin to move faster as he picks up his pace, beginning to thrust his cock into Jeno’s mouth. Slightly overwhelmed, Jeno begins to tear up as Jaemin’s dick is shoved into his mouth over and over, and as he tries to bob his head to match Jaemin’s thrusts, the hand in his hair tightens, forcing him to stop moving and take it. The show of dominance makes him moan, swallowing sloppily, and Jaemin swears loudly at the pressure.
“So tight,” Jaemin groans, and Jeno can only sob pathetically in response, clinging to the back of Jaemin’s legs. He feels himself drooling all over his chin as saliva is fucked out of his mouth in time with Jaemin’s thrusts, and he gets dizzier and dizzier everytime Jaemin’s cock is shoved back in his throat.
Trying his best to breathe, he swallows tightly again around the length, and Jaemin’s hips stutter, a strangled groan escaping his throat. “Fuck, gonna-“
Jaemin’s other hand joins the first in Jeno’s hair, and with both hands and the back of Jeno’s head, Jaemin begins to jackhammer his cock sloppily into Jeno’s mouth, thrusts small, barely pulling out, but hard. Jeno feels the rest of his body go numb, the only tangible feeling the cock pistoning in and out of his mouth and the sting of the hands fisting his hair, dizzying and good and full.
“You’re being so good for me,” Jaemin groans out, humping his cock in even faster, and at the sound of the praise, Jeno feels himself begin to tear up, so happy that Jaemin thinks he’s doing a good job that his instinct is to cry, mouth still full of dick. “Being such a good little fucktoy, taking all of Sir’s cock so well—“ he breaks off, head tilting backwards with a loud moan, and recognizing the signs, Jeno begins to suck and swallow around his cock the best he can, tonguing down his shaft with every clumsy upstroke.
“Mmm, gonna cum down your throat,” Jaemin grits, shifting in his chair. “Gonna give you all my cum, just like my slut deserves for being so good to me. For being a good fucktoy...”
Jaemin’s eyes scrunch shut, and then he’s cumming, pressing Jeno right onto his throbbing cock as his load spurts out. At the taste of Jaemin’s cum finally releasing into his throat, Jeno goes lax on the floor, eyes glazed over as he suckles on Jaemin’s dick, making sure to drink down every drop, until Jaemin’s shuddering through the aftershocks, pulling him off.
The poor thing barely knows he’s here, Jaemin thinks. There’s tear tracks streaking down Jeno’s cheeks, his mouth still open as he drools over the loss of cock, but there's not a drop of cum left over. Jaemin coos, stroking his cheek, and Jeno nuzzles into the touch, eyes shiny with unshed tears.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jaemin murmurs, and Jeno shudders, feeling his body tingle. The tightness in his pants feels more apparent than ever as Jaemin strokes a thumb over his brow and cheekbone, each subtle touch suddenly feeling overwhelming and sending the pleasure southwards. Jaemin doesn’t fail to notice this, his eyes flicking downwards and then back up, smirking. “Poor thing. You’re still bulging, hm? Haven’t been touched this whole time, and need some help from Sir?”
Jaemin’s lulling tone of voice melts the last of Jeno’s coherency away, and he makes a sort of pathetic babbling sound from the back of his throat and grinds mindlessly onto the floor, desperate for friction.
“My toy is so fucked out,” Jaemin sighs, and Jeno nods dumbly along, almost humping the floor now, opening and closing his mouth because he needs something on his tongue, needs it to feel full. Jaemin tuts at his desperation. “Up, little one. Sir is going to help you.”
Jeno stands shakily to his feet, knees wobbling, and Jaemin gently turns him around before pulling him slowly onto his lap. His soft cock presses against Jeno’s ass, who wiggles at the sensation, whining, but Jaemin stills him, firmly gripping at his hips.
“Let’s get these off,” Jaemin says instead, voice soft as he lifts the hem of Jeno’s shirt over his head, and then thumbs at the waistband of Jeno’s joggers. Jeno struggles to lift himself so that Jaemin can tug them the rest of the way free, and when his cock finally springs out red and wet with precum, he can’t help but whine at the sight.
Jeno can’t see him, but he can almost hear the sadistic smile in Jaemin’s voice. “You’re so hard, sweetheart… all from being used, hm?”
Jeno just moans, desperate for touch, head lolling back on Jaemin’s shoulder, who shushes him gently. “I know, I know. Would you like to cum for me, baby? I’ll help you.”
A hand presses across Jeno’s hip, and Jeno can’t help but jerk at the sensation just inches from where he really needs it. Again, Jaemin shushes him, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. “I’ve got you, baby. I promise I’ll help you, okay? But first, can you show Sir how you would fuck him?”
Jeno gives a weak, confused little sound, and Jaemin laughs, massaging his hip. “I mean… can you fuck the air for me? Sir just wants to see how his baby can use his dick. Then… maybe baby can fuck Sir’s hand as a reward, okay? How does that sound?”
Jeno sniffles, beginning to tear up again for reasons his brain can’t seem to put together, but nods anyway, willing to do anything Sir asks of him. “That’s my boy,” Jaemin whispers in response, running his hands up and down Jeno’s sides. “Can you show me, baby? Can you show Sir how you use your cock?”
Jeno lets his eyes flutter shut, and tries his best to imagine Sir’s wet fist around his hard dick. The thought makes him whimper, and tentatively, he clutches onto the arms of the chair to hold himself up, and fucks his hips into the air.
Predictably enough, the motion doesn’t do much for physical stimulation. His hard cock flops up against his abs, flicking precum across his torso, but nothing much else. But the whispered praise in his ear, coupled with the thought of how desperate he must look, humping the air like an animal in rut, is what makes him tremble with pleasure, whining as he holds himself up on the arms of Jaemin’s desk chair.
“Good job,” Jaemin murmurs, his hands on Jeno’s waist trailing upwards towards his chest, nimble fingers dancing around his nipples. Jeno gasps, knees beginning to wobble again, but Jaemin removes his hands just as quickly. “Nuh-uh. Use your cock, baby. I know you can.”
Again, Jeno humps the air, and in return, he’s praised sweetly, the words sinking into his ears and making his head feel fuzzier and fuzzier. Desperate, he begins to pick up his pace, tearfully biting down on his lip as he imagines his Sir’s fist is really there for him to fuck, wet and tight and perfect.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Jaemin whispers, and Jeno lets out a cry of pleasure as two fingers begin to rub gently around his sensitive nipples. Overwhelmed, he begins to buck into the air even harder, gasping for breath like he can really feel heat on his cock.
“So pretty, fucking the air for me just like I asked,” Jaemin coos, and Jeno trembles, feeling his body grow warm and his mind go numb. “So fucked out and dumb, all from humping his useless cock in the air.” A hand pinches at his nipple, and oversensitive and dazed, Jeno is pushed over the edge.
His cock thrusts into the air one last time before his whole body begins to quiver as he cums, completely untouched. Jeno chokes out a gasp, dizzy and overstimulated, and begins to cry as he watches himself cum all over himself, messy spurts of white surging from his cock in dribbles and squirts, because it hurts so good.
Behind him, Jaemin lets out a sound of surprise, but quickly reaches around to jerk him through it. For some reason, this only spurs Jeno’s crying, and the tears keep coming as he hiccups his way through his orgasm.
Jaemin makes sure to milk him completely before Jeno’s practically convulsing in his arms, then collapsing onto Jaemin’s lap, gasping. Jaemin praises him endlessly, peppering his face with kisses, but Jeno can’t help it. He cries harder, chest heaving as he gasps and hiccups and blinks out tears.
“Jeno, baby, breathe with me,” Jaemin is urging, and Jeno really tries, but his hands are shaking and he just can’t think. He tries to tell Jaemin so.
“C-can’t—” he chokes out pathetically, then gasps for more air. “Can’t— c-can’t—”
Somehow, Jaemin’s wheedled him towards the bed, ushering him into a lying position, head against the pillows. Again, Jeno tries to tell Jaemin how he feels, but the words come out as a jumbled sob before he has to gasp for more air again. Jaemin’s clearly concerned, brow furrowed as he pushes Jeno’s sweaty bangs away from his eyes, and Jeno feels more tears gather in his eyes at the thought that it might be all his fault.
“Jeno, breathe,” Jaemin says worriedly. He takes one of Jeno’s hand and places is on his forearm. “Baby, you did so wonderfully for me. You did such a good job, taking everything I gave you, and I’m so proud.”
Jeno nods vigorously to show his understanding, but still can’t seem to put any words together, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He hiccups.
“Squeeze me once if you’re okay, and you just need some time to calm down,” Jaemin says, scooting closer to Jeno on the bed. “Okay? And squeeze me twice if there’s something wrong, and we didn’t like what just happened in our scene, and we can talk about it.”
Jeno tries hard to think about it, sniffling, before squeezing Jaemin’s arm once. Relief washes over Jaemin’s face. “Good,” he sighs, leaning down to leave a kiss on Jeno’s forehead. Like magic, the lingering feeling of Jaemin’s lips sends warm tingles down Jeno’s spine, calming him.
“I’m gonna be right back, Jen,” Jaemin’s saying, and suddenly, he’s standing up, and now Jeno has nothing to hold. “I’m going to get us some waters and towels to clean up, okay? I’ll be right back.”
He’s gone. Jeno sniffles, feeling another round of tears coming on. He doesn’t know why he’s crying, but somehow, he feels like he deserves it. He tries to think, but his brain just isn’t cooperating. Everything still feels fuzzy, and he lets out another hiccup, frustrated.
Jaemin reappears, setting down a glass of water on the nightstand. Jeno wants to start crying again at the sight of him, and before he knows it, he’s sniffling again, body trembling as he blinks more tears from his eyes. Jaemin frowns, reaching out brush the wetness away. “Oh, Jeno… you’re gonna be okay, babe. I promise. I’m not leaving anymore, okay?”
Jeno nods his understanding the best he can, and Jaemin smiles. “Good boy.”
Jaemin helps him get some water down, which helps ease his breathing naturally. Jaemin strokes his hair, watching him carefully as he finishes off the entire glass by himself. “Good job, Jeno,” Jaemin praises, taking the empty glass away, and Jeno beams, pleased.
His breathing evens out even more when Jaemin cleans him up with a warm towel, and helps him into a new pair of underwear, sweatpants, and a comfy t-shirt that smells like him. Jeno snuggles into the pillows with a sigh, content and comfortable, and Jaemin joins him a few seconds later, pulling the blanket over their legs.
Jaemin massages at one of his shoulders, then moves up to rub gently at the side of his neck. “How’s your throat feeling?” he asks softly. “Feeling okay to talk?”
“M-maybe,” Jeno tries, but his voice is on the scratchy side and the back of his throat feels sore. Jaemin frowns.
“Only quiet talks for today, then,” he says. Then he hesitates. “And… the scene? Was that okay? Was I too rough? And were you okay with all the names…”
“No, I liked it,” Jeno whispers, a little embarrassed to admit it. “I really liked… feeling like your toy… Jaem, you know I like being degraded already.”
“But I just want to check,” Jaemin reminds him, and Jeno lets out a little laugh at his boyfriend’s consistency. “And… that last orgasm really took it out of you. I’ve never seen you cum like that before.”
“And it felt really good,” Jeno sighs. “Felt so fuzzy and numb… you put me in really deep and it just felt really good.”
“You were crying really hard though…” Jaemin laments, and Jeno frowns. “And you were really nonverbal for that last bit… Maybe I went too far.”
“Because I liked it,” Jeno repeats. “They were all happy tears, and I let you know even when I couldn’t speak.”
Jaemin can’t help but smile at the cute, determined little look on his boyfriend’s face. “Well… alright. Fine.” He taps his cheek, smirking. “Then… give me a kiss.”
Jeno nearly tackles him, smothering him with pecks all over his face, until Jaemin’s laughing loudly, ticklish. “Okay, okay! I got it!”
“Good,” Jeno huffs, but he’s smiling big as he pulls away. Jaemin smiles back at him, a little star-struck, before pulling him back down for cuddles, which Jeno happily obliges to, burying his face in his boyfriend’s chest.
Time passes pleasantly like that for several minutes before Jeno speaks up, voice muffled. “Hey… are we ever going to eat that food I picked up?”
Jaemin snorts. “Not right now.”