Heey, I just finished your ask, sorry if you see any mistakes, sleep is really getting to me, btw, let me know if you notice. Hope you like it💕
Taeyong never gave you much trouble, he always tried to be the best kitten he could be, being at your feet when you asked, looking at you with his eyes almost shining. So it was to be expected that punishments would be scarce in your relationship, and in fact they were, he received so many rewards that you were more like a softdom.
All that kind aura of his would go away the moment his heat approached, he would become more aggressive in his advances, more direct when asking for you, sometimes too inquisitive, which was understandable but irritated you deeply. It was during this period that he seemed to forget who was in charge and any opportunity he had to hook on you, he would. He loved to surprise you with a semi-erection rubbing against your ass, letting out ragged moans in his ear, you knew he wasn't aroused enough to moan like that, but it didn't stop teasing you.
Dealing with this kind of behavior from him was easy for you for a day or two, but by the time you reached the third, and therefore the day before the start of heat, you had already lost patience for Taeyong's debauchery. You were watching television when you saw him approach you only in his underwear, he sat on your thigh and everything was acceptable until he started rubbing there, what started subtly was already with him riding your thigh with all the strength he had, until then you could confront him and leave strong slaps on his ass, which instead of making him give up, only made him work harder.
He made you lose your sanity as soon as he got to your ear and told you he had a plug up his ass, that's when you moved to make him lie on the couch his chest crumpled in his hands, his face smeared red and fear for never having seen you so angry. The erection he sported just felt tighter and tighter in the fabric of his underwear, that was already bothering him so much, he tried to close his eyes to hold back, but all he could think about was you, you taming him, you on top of him, slapping his face. face and making him gasp in pain and pleasure.
"Did you really think you could get away with this? Rubbing up my thigh like a needy slut?" you growled and felt him shrink.
"Hmm... Please touch me, I want you so bad, and I'm so hard it hurts."
"To be honest I hope it hurts a lot more." his sarcastic voice made him shudder.
Before he could ask one more time, you pulled his boxers off of him faster than he could keep up, the red cock showing imposing. Taeyong trembled all over when you took his cock with your hands, one squeezing the base and the other caressing the glans, his eyes rolled just by the sensation of touch, the moan was muffled by one of his hands.
"I hope you're not trying to hide your noises from me kitten. Because if you are, your punishment will be much more severe."
And just like that you felt his cock grow wetter under his touch, the hand that had once covered his mouth was now twisting your own hair, hips wobbling with the speed you brought him closer to orgasm. You took your hands off the cock just to spit on it, not that it needed to get wetter, quite the opposite, Tae was dripping, but because you know how excited that would make him. When you put your hands on him again, he let out a scream so loud you were surprised, and from there it took little movement for him to start a chorus of "I'm close, I'm close, very close, please, please! ".
"Do you want to cum kitty?"
"I-I want, pretty please!"
"How much do you want to cum?"
"Sooo badly!"
When you felt his cock throbbing incessantly your hands were gone, but Tae's body was already too prepared, so all his load was dumped into his milky belly to the sound of loud and frustrated moans. When he shook off the shudders of the ruined orgasm, he managed to say:
"Give me one more please, that one wasn't all good."
"And why not?" you asked ironically.
"I wish you had milked me to the end, but you ruined my orgasm, please!"
"Only good kittens have completely good orgasms, bad kittens are denied or ruined orgasms when I'm feeling especially good."
"But please! I swear I'll be quick, please!"
"Ohh kitten, you're only going to cum when your heat comes, understand?"
His eyes widened when he first felt it, the burning slowly spreading through the spot, the arousal that made him bend his toes, the soft hand that massaged his balls just after the slap. The pleasure in the pain dried his throat, contracted his abdomen, faltered his voice, and made him try to close his legs almost instantly. Jimin didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until he needed to open them, and found himself facing their mischievous grin, his body trembling.
“Who knew you’d be such a pain slut?”
He let out a low groan, almost protesting as soon as they left his sensitive balls.
“Please do something with me!”
“Are you asking or ordering?” they questioned angrily.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m asking, a-actually begging!”
“It doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
“Oh please Master! I can barely handle you blowing me off, please I need to feel you, please, anything!”
“You’re a whore!”
Jimin couldn’t tell if he groaned at the words or at how hard they grabbed his spread legs bringing him close. He couldn’t register the movement of their hands, only feel the aching heat coursing through his cock. Their hand surrounded the head of the small needy cock, the boy’s reaction was a catharsis, lips biting, hands searching for something to hold onto, shrill moans and cries, and his already sweaty body almost convulsing.
“You are so desperate, shut the fuck up you tiny dick slut!”
Three fingers being shoved deep into Jimin’s mouth, which for the second time was shut up for pleasure. The boy’s Master ran his other hand down his round ass, after two slaps that yielded Jimin choking, they decided to run their fingers up his already lube wet asshole. This time the boy couldn’t contain himself, the hoarse scream came out of him, his hands grabbing the older man’s arm to try to speak, his ass clenching into nothingness, all while they laughed at the boy’s desperation.
“What do you want to tell me so bad, little slut?” he asked pulling his fingers out of the submissive’s mouth, soon hitting him with a slap to his flushed cheek.
“I-I want to feel you inside me, please Master!” he said whimpering.
Without much winding up they put just the tip in the tight hole, Jimin moaned softly, his eyes squeezed tight waiting for the stretch, which never came. Opening his eyes in desperation he tried to push himself onto the cock, not succeeding by the strong hands holding him down.
“Oh Master please, I want to feel you in my belly, please please please please, put it deep inside me, pleaaaaaaase!”
“Baby, you know that you have to beg better than that to get what you want, right my pretty little slut?”
Beomgyu didn't know if he would be able to go so long without seeing them, it had been two weeks and all he knew how to do was spend the day texting and sending audios to them. It was a recent love so all that passion was still burning, which explained the situation the boy was in now.
His eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to conjure up the image that flashed in his mind, them running their fingers down his abdomen, them kissing every bit of that delicate neck. He could feel his body burn just giving the memory of the intimate moments he had before they traveled, how they took his cock in their hand and milked it so well that Beom could swear he saw stars.
He sought the pleasure they had shown him, but it was hard when his bed seemed so empty, the melodious voice kept resonating in his mind.
"You're my favorite boy, I love it when you moan so softly"
"You are such a beautiful baby, such a good boy"
Beomgyu's fingers ran the entire length of his wet cock, the head red in excitement waited eagerly for permission to cum, but he didn't get one. Still his body became rigid with the stimulation, white cords tinged his entire frail abdomen, he reached for his cell phone and took a picture of his mess, then sent it to them.
Hii! How are you? Do you know SF9? May I request some Inseong being a liiiiitle bit jealous of your friendship with Zuho (or other member of your choice) so he tries to show you how much he's better than his groupmate and you can't find no one like him (I see him as having a huge praise kink plus a service top, and he's always hugging/kissing the members so he's clearly touch starved)
If you don't write for them it's totally ok! You can just write with another idol of your preference :)
Heey, sorry it took so long, I like to do a lot of research before writing about a group I'm not used to (I did an astrological chart reading of both of them lol), I hope you like what I have here!
Your boyfriend wanted so much for you to have a good relationship with the other guysin his group, encouraging and taking you out drinking with them, it worked very well, everyone was very friendly and accepted you as a new part of the family. Just a few months ago you got closer to Zuho than the others, the same interests and sense of humorbrought you together in an amazing friendship, you used to go out together every week and make FaceTime calls when you couldn't be together. At first this was well appreciated by Inseong, since he had insisted on this bond, but as the days went by the boy realized that his heart was slowly getting tighter every time he saw them together.
He had always valued open communication within their relationship, but this time the subject seemed silly to him, and he was too embarrassed to just say that he was jealous. He tried several times to arrange dates or just Netflix nights so that you could clear your plans with Zuho, but you always respected your word and told him that you would make it up to him later. And indeed you did, whether it was watching as many movies as he wanted the next day, going to all the restaurants he wanted, or giving him all the love you had through wet kisses and mind-blowing sex. In those moments, he would be so wrapped up in that love that he wouldn't even remember the jealousy that once tormented him.
This delicious feeling didn't take long to pass when he saw you on a call with your group mate, or you getting ready to go out with him, he wanted to hold you and pin you to the bed, kiss you until you chose him to stay, after all only he would kiss you like that. He then decided that he would make you an amazing dinner, cook your favorite dish even though he didn't have the best cooking skills, buy some flowers while you were away, and make sure to make everything perfect for the two of you.
So he went to your place since doing it in the dorm would be a mess, tied your apron around his waist and started cooking pretending to know what he was doing in an attempt to incorporate the vibe. When he finished the food he lined up the plates, cutlery, cups, and napkins, smiled proudly at his work and arranged the flowers in the vase on the American countertop, sat down on the couch to wait. Suddenly remembering something, he ran to your room to look for a scented candle that took its place in the center of the table, now he sat on the sofa and waited.
He waited, waited and waited, close to nine o'clock at night and already almost falling asleep on the sofa the sound of the keys made him widen his eyes and straighten on his way to greet you, the door opened, and soon he heard the laughter that the friends shared.
"My love, good to see you, why this dim light?" you said as you groped around looking for the light switch.
"Oh, it's no big deal, I made something for us." he put enough emphasis on the "us" looking bitterly at a smiling Zuho who was making his way into the house.
"You're sweet, baby." you left a quick little kiss on Inseong's lips, which made him almost forget the situation. "I'm sure you won't mind Zu joining us, right? I'm starving."
"No, I don't mind." he completed softly as he maneuvered to pick up a new set of plate, cutlery and bowl.
"Thanks Hyung, the food looks delicious." said Zuho sitting in Inseong's customary seat, something that made him fumble with anger.
You exchanged few words during dinner, everyone seemed too excited about your boyfriend's culinary success, even though your boyfriend hadn't received any verbal compliments since they started eating. And so he kept his puppy-dog eyes all through dinner, waiting for you to compliment him, tried to hold your arm to feel your warmth, but you said it was in the way to eat, tried to kiss your cheek but was not well received.
Inseong was the first to finish eating, he ran into the living room and sat in the armchair clutching the biggest pillow he could find, he hid his face there biting his lower lip in an attempt to contain his jealousy. He wanted so, so, so badly for that moment to be the two of you, wanted you to have caressed his hair and told him he had done a good job, kissed his wine-tasting lips, felt everything in you tighten.
"What is it that you're cowering there, sweetie?" you asked as soon as you arrived in the room.
The phrase "I'm jealous" came on the tip of his tongue and was swallowed, he lifted his head and stared into your bright ocean eyes, he wanted to swim there.
"Did you like what I did today?"
"Of course I did my love, you did the recipe just right, and it was delicious, the flowers are beautiful, you chose a wonderful wine, and the candle is so fragrant I'm going to overlook the fact that you went through my candle drawer."
You held his flushed little face, kissed his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally left a lingering kiss on his lips, he felt so loved that he wanted to explode, wanted to wrap his arms around you and stay there until they merged into one.
"Can we play something?" Inseong wanted to explode once again when he heard Zuho's voice interrupt the precious moment.
"What do you want to play, cutie?"
"Cutie"? What the hell was that? Affectionate nicknames were his, totally and endlessly from Inseong, why did you have to call him that? "Cutie," what a joke!
"Can we play 20 Questions?"
Luckily for your boyfriend, this was one of the games he enjoyed playing the most, so it was not at all bad to agree to play with Zuho. Sitting almost hanging on you and kissing you all over your face with each sentence, he lived up to how much he enjoyed this game, getting almost everything that was directed at him right quickly within the first few questions. Zuho never had a problem with his group mate's excessive attachment, in fact he even found it cute the way he hugged and kissed you, but somehow today he realized the exaggeration of the situation and decided to jokingly intervene.
"You guys should get a room or something," he said, laughing at the end of his sentence.
"Baby, you are so clingy today, sit on the other side, let's keep playing."
The sad puppy dog eyes were popped in the older boy's eyes throughout the rest of the night and early morning, he could no longer feel that anger he felt at the beginning of the situation, now he just wanted to sit in a corner and whine for your attention. A yawn from his friend cut off his thoughts, he noticed you looking at the wall clock and pondering.
"It's too late for you to go to the dorm alone, Zuho, spend the night here, I have a mattress you can use."
The sleeping arrangements didn't take long, Zuho arranged his makeshift bed and put on the clothes that with some insistence Inseong had lent him, it wasn't that he didn't want to lend them to Zuho, it's just that that batch of clothes had been washed along with yours own, and they all had your scent that your boyfriend didn't want to lose.
As you entered your room you noticed a pile of blankets and pillows in the corner of your bed, you suppressed a giggle as you imagined your boy all curled up there, he had been acting very strange today since the moment you announced you were going out with Zuho, you slowly walked over and hugged the pile to your side.
"What's with you today?"
"Am I still your baby?" you could hear the muffled little voice.
"Of course you are still my baby, why wouldn't you be?"
"You spent all afternoon with Zuho, then I made a romantic dinner for both of us, and you told him to stay for dinner, and now he's sleeping in your living room, on the mattress I used to sleep on when we hadn't done yet..."
This time you couldn'tcontain your giggle, which resulted in Inseong kicking off the covers and pillows to look at you in irritation, your eyes ran down his chest hidden by his crossed arms, his bare little belly rising and falling by his breath, the box that hugged his hips gracefully.
"My love, this has nothing to do with you being my baby or not, you are my boyfriend, my baby, and Zuho is a friend."
"Do you love me?" he asked with his eyes shining, not a trace of insecurity, he just wanted to hear it from your mouth.
"I love you with the warmth of a thousand suns." his cheeks turned pink as if the sun had kissed them.
"I love you very much too." he replied, playing with his fingers.
Your lips met, and soft warmth spread through your butterfly stomachs, you stroked his hair as he waited, kissed and gently bit his reddish lips, smoothed the delicate skin of his waist, traveled to his beautiful ass and left caresses there.
"You were such a good boy for me today, Seong!"
"Was I?" he asked between a sigh of desire.
"You always are, the best baby I could ever have, with the hottest lips, and the most comfortable hug in the world."
Inseong felt the familiar warmth spread through her body from those compliments, his cheeks and neck took on a permanent shade of a rosy red, his hands lost their way, and his lips silently begged for a kiss.
"I love everything about you, your puppy dog eyes, your cute nose, your smile, your soft hair..." and you kissed everywhere you spoke. "Your shoulders, your collarbone, your nipples, I love your nipples." You allowed yourself to linger there.
The boy tried to hold back gasps and moans that threatened to escape too loudly, you followed with the list, the waist, the belly, the hands, the hips, and you jumped to the thighs and lost yourself there, kissed the calves and came back on top of him smiling.
"What do we have here, isn't it pretty boy?" you smiled, spreading the throbbing bulge over the already wet box. "Did my compliments leave you like this, baby?"
He closed his eyes tightly, pressed his lips together and hit the sheets trying to cash in on the pleasure.
"I-I think it was the wine."
"The wine?" you laughed in disbelief. "The wine got you all wet and ready for me like that, love?"
He whimpered at both the question and you abruptly ripping the box off his legs and throwing it somewhere in the room, at that moment you pulled away from him, and he tried to pull you into the heat tangle.
"Hold on baby, I'll give you what you want, give me a second." You said with a little wink at the end.
Inseong closed his eyes to keep the mental image of you kissing him all over his body alive in his mind, only opening when he felt your presence back, his eyes adjusting to something in your hands, a collar and leash. His cock jumped and spilled a fat drop of pre-cum, too eager to hold back.
"I know how much you like to fuck me with this, do you want to show me how good you are to me?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" he said excitedly, sitting up in bed and desperately rolling a condom on his sensitive cock, resisting the urge to pump the shaft.
You opened the collar and placed it on the boy's handsome neck, connected the lead and gave it a tentative tug, almost automatically he widened his eyes and stuck out his tongue by reflex. You stroked the soft strands before lying down on the bed in a comfortable position and pulling him close to you, without difficulty you accommodated his entire length.
Inseong seemed to be on edge as soon as he entered, his mouth wide open and spilling out moans, his hands closing into fists near your head, trying his best to control himself.
"Come on, baby, show me what you've got for me." The order came with a tug on the tab that made him pull all his strength from within him and gather it to thrust into you.
His eyes rolled back each time he went deep in you, the moans becoming louder and louder, the impending pleasure driving him crazy, saying things you couldn't even imagine hearing.
"I'm your best boy, aren't I?" the faltering voice made itself understood.
"You are, my love, the best boy!"
"Zuhocould never love you like this, I love you so, so much.... Oh my god, I am so close."
"Wait a minute, baby, let's go together." You pulled him into a needy kiss, full of moans.
"Am I doing well? Please tell me I'm your favorite, please, please!"
"You are doing so well, you are my favorite baby, make me cum, just a little bit more, I love you, my perfect baby!"
And that made him break, into a thousand little pieces, the white jets filled the condom quickly, cumming so hard he couldn't stop, his trembling hand ran to you, helping you get there along with him. His lips mumbled several silent "I love you", he had fallen so deeply into the subspace that he fell asleep minutes after drinking a glass of water that you offered.
