enhypen -🎀- when reader has an oral fixation
ot7xfem!reader - when reader has an oral fixation
warnings: oral fixation, rough oral (m), finger fu<king (mouth and v), 34+35, slight age-play or sick(?)-play, mild daddy kink(yes its jay), heeseung is a little weird, jake is very eager, mean sunghoon, cocky riki, mdni
Heeseung notices and sees it just like how he always notices and sees all of you.
Notices the way you always just need to have something in your mouth. The aggressive nibbling on your poor nails and fingers, your drawer being stuffed full of gum, how your mouth never seems to be comfortable unless it’s full. How your teeth is all gummy and itching, how your jaw gets tired and slack from all the movements, aching for the tiniest bit of friction.
It’s never you who asks for help.
He is looking out constantly, like you have a chronic illness he needs to keep in check.
“Does my baby’s teeth hurt?” You shake your head, and try to explain that no, it’s just this weird feeling…but he is already pushing two of his digits past your lips, to examine your roots for himself. You shut up immediatelly, and let him carve out his own pattern across the inside.
Once he is sure he is capable of making it easier for you, he makes it his daily task.
Your fingers, gums, lollipops? Out of the fucking window. His tongue, fingers, and cock? All fucking in and out of your mouth.
He puts his cock between your lips, pushes it to the back of your throat. And what amuses, sometimes scares you is that he never starts fucking your face unless you ask. He does it just to ‘help’ you more than to pleasure himself.
You’d be watching a movie, your head resting in his lap, suckling on your thumb, and he’d take it out without a word, and replace it with his member. He doesn’t thrust up, doesn’t push your head even when you suck on it or lick around the head, your saliva covering him full.
“It’s better, right? I always know how to soothe your little mouth, don’t I?”
“My poor girl just needs my dick to suck on, right? “
“Don’t worry, I’ll make the pain go away. Just be a good girl and take the medicine”
“Don’t try to soothe it with anything else. I know what’s good for your little mouth the best”
“Swallow it, don’t let a drop go to waste…I’ll give it to you until you’re settled.”
You tell Jay about your oral fixation after you move in together - it’s impossible to keep it to yourself, anyway. Not that he doesn’t enjoy the sight of you stuffing your face full of your fingers, all while already having a lolly in your mouth, drooling like a helpless puppy - he just can’t help but look for better solutions in his head.
He kisses you with fevor, not phased by the way you try rentlessly to keep his tongue in your mouth. He doesn’t flinch when you get lost in the satisfiction and almost bite it off as your teeth grazes againts it. His grip on your jaw is incredibly tight, and he takes all of this as an opportunity to suffocate you in all the ways he can.
“Daddy might go a little too hard, but it’s only to make you feel better”
Is what he would say before fisting a handful of your hair, and pushing your head down onto his dick. You can’t even say he’s being selfish or taking advantage of the situation - you are addicted.
To the way you don’t have to do anything to feel the dazing, comforting fullness, just lie on your side on the bed, and have it handed to you by Jay. Your mouth is watering, stretching, aching, and it’s perfect. And knowing that while doing such a blessing to you, he also enjoys himself at the same time is just the cherry on top.
You’d reach your hand down, slipping your finger inside your panties to circle around your clit, but he pushes it away gently, and sinks in his, deep.
“Shh, you don’t have to. Daddy’s gonna stuff all your needy holes”
Having an oral fixation at your grown age - you are fucked.
Having a constantly horny boyfriend who also has an oral fixation - double fucked.
And it’s kinda cute at the beginning, how he is so excited upon realizing they share the same odd, and can help each other with it, too.
You overlooked the fact that Jake can never be normal about his quirks though, and he’d be equally addicted to fix yours and his. Both at the same time, if possible. That’s why 69 has became one of his favorite positions.
Like, he’d already be in fucking heaven, lapping at your soaked cunt, your clit bumping against his nose again and again, blocking his source of air, suffocating him in your sweet juice and musky scent - and then you’d freaking start to suck his soul out through his dick. That’s how he wants to see the light approach him, he thinks: face enveloped by your pussy, cock buried down your throat.
He wants both, all the time, no exaggeration. He never says no when you ask, but it’s never enough for him either. “Of course you can suck it, baby. Swallow, lick, spit, nibble, bite, I don’t give a fuck.”
“You want it now? Just tell me and I’ll get it out”
“You don’t have to do anything, just keep it in your mouth and sit on my face.”
“Come on, please! One more, and we can sleep. I know you feel empty.”
It pisses him off so fucking much it’s crazy.
Every filthy sound you make…
Sucking on those raspberry flavoured lollies you have stacked his drawers full off. Swirling your tongue around all freaking five of your fingers that you decide to stuff your face with on any random occassion. Eating any…ideally shaped food like you wanted to choke on it. And you did it like it was the most normal habit on the earth.
While watching a movie, falling asleep, brushing your teeth…
When he is trying to get work done, and you not only seat yourself on his lap but also nibble on anything you can find like a starved whore.
He’d take a hold of the candy, and push it to the back of your throat - since you’re so fucking desperate.
“Is this fixing enough?” He asks as he forces three of his fingers into your mouth, not giving you a chance to answer verbally or phsycally, holding you tight in his lap.
You’d whimper, clenching your thighs together, cause it hurts. Cause it hurts so good you could cum just from that alone. And that would make him only push further, use both of his hands. Each on your warm, empty holes.
He makes you kneel, and grabs a great fistful of your hair. You want to suck in the head of his hardness, rub it across the roof of your mouth, lick it until you’re drooling to the base.
And he does the opposite.
He keeps your head still, buries himself to the hilt over and over again, till you are droolling, drowning, dretched. It’s not to help you - It’s to shut you up.
“All that in your mouth and you’re still whining like a little girl who didn’t get enough candy?”
“A-a. Graze me one more time and my cum won’t be the thing you’ll choke on”
“Fuck, just like that. Suck it like the dumb little thing you are.”
“If you don’t stop slurping after this, you’ll have to sleep with it in your throat, I swear-“
Just like in any other situation, Sunoo is a fucking tease.
You could literally say ‘let me suck on your dick’, and he would still keep you on edge, offering other, dumb solutions that could ‘help’.
“I can take you to the dentist, maybe it’s your wisdom tooth”
“Wanna get a chew toy? I won’t tell it’s for you, don’t worry”
At first, you huff and flush in anger and embarassment, and punch him on the shoulder. He let’s himself be entertained by it for some time, before finally giving in. Somewhat.
He holds your hair, tightly, and keeps your mouth at a ‘reasonable’ distance. Orders you to keep your mouth wide open, and your tongue rolled out.
He’d place his warm, heavy length on the dry muscle you’ve presented to him eagerly. Rubs against it lazily, sometimes slides in deeper to have a little moment with your throat, resulting in a hiss from him and a gag from you. When he wants to be a little mean, he leaves your mouth completely, and shoves a single finger inside for you to lap at, all underwhelming and empty all of a sudden. There is no in between, he switches between these.
“Aw, don’t cry, babe. I’ll put it back”
“You almost bite it off there! Pull your fangs back”
“That’s it, babe. Suck me dry”
Jungwon is still a little shy when it comes to trying new things in bed, or in general even.
So when you ask if he could put his entire fist in your mouth and fuck it, his body and brain goes still for a good five minutes.
“Like…my whole hand?” He blinks confusedly, tracing your thighs gently as you straddle him.
“Yes, Won. Can you?” You flatter your eyelashes at him, a slight pout painted on on your lips.
How could he say no to that?
He inserts his fingers slowly, one by one, not wanting to hurt you nor with or without intent. He is very careful with them, with you. He doesn’t push them all the way in, but does his best to rub at the places that seems to soothe you, judging by the way it drawns out a dazed sigh from between your lips every time. While doing so, you grind your pelvis against his, the thin layers of panties and boxers giving just enough stimulation to the intimate moment.
He accidentally goes deeper, and you gag, your mouth finally full, so good your pussy clenches around nothing, wishing it could suck him in without any annoying latex in the way. His face flushes in shame, and he hurriedly tries to stop, but you grab his wrist in a dead grip, keeping him right where you so desperately need it.
“Oh, okay. I don’t want to hurt you but if you like i-“
A groan escaping him at the feeling of your soaked cunt pressing against him. Your underwear is wet, his briefs are wet, your saliva is dripping down onto his hand and sliding down onto the mess you’ve made in your laps.
And both of you finish just from that.
“Next time you’ll fuck my mouth” You whisper into his ears, and his gaze darkens from bewilderment and desire.
You’re definietly in for a ride.
Don’t get him wrong — he’d never in a million years would complain about anything remotely close to this, but as your realitionship with him gets serious, it’s hard not to catch on to the fact that you’re highkey addicted to sucking his dick.
That’s what it looks like to him, to put it bluntly.
You try to explain that it’s a little more complex than that, but he lets it fly past his ears on purpose. And the thought of you loving his cock to this extent makes him cocky.
Everytime you escalete from foreplay and decide to get down onto your knees, he smirks.
So knowingly, so arrogant that it almost makes not want to do it at all.
What you enjoy the most while going at it is the veins.
When you slide your tongue from the base to the mushroom shaped head, it rubs your slimmy muscle in the best way, and gives your taste pads the most delicious preview of what you’re currently working for.
You love taking your sweet time on them. Or like, would love, since he sabotages you after he gets impatient most of the time.
Forcing your mouth open and your head down.
Or the opposite, taking himself into his own grip, and also steadying you by the hold of your hair.
“You make such a mess for my cock, Y/N”
He’d say, in mock amusement, while nudging, hitting his pre-cum covered head against your lips. And you still feel as if they are dry.
He’d have you deep throat him for a while, just enough to prepare him for the edge,
He pulls out before both of you can feel his release approaching.
“Mouth or face?” He asks with a shit-eating grin, stroking himself in a good pace, like he’s trying to rush you with the already obvious decision before he ‘accidentally’ cums.
When you aggressively swat his hand away to pull him back into your ready mouth by gripping the base, he lets out a dark chuckle, and finally gives it to you.
“So good. You really want my cum, shit-“
“Gonna come down that greedy throat of yours, okay?”
“You begged for it, so you better swallow every last drop…”
“This mouth was made just to suck my dick and take my cum, am I right?”