hey hey love your writing!! so i’ve been listening to bad guy by billie eilish and oof it’s got me feeling some type of way... + i was wondering if you could give it a listen and write something about trying to take the dom postion from jun, seokmin, or seungcheol (or whoever you can picture the best tbh bc i’m here for all the boys) after an awards show party where you get him riled up after he says something a little offhand about you to the guys. thank you!!!
this honestly took me forever, like i had a vibe from the song but i struggled to fit that into a concept i could just write, so i used a few other songs like nao’s trophy, gorillaz charger bc they give me dom!female vibes. so hopefully, i got it right.
warning: this includes consentual violence (basically jun likes being shoved against the floor and slapped and things like that) and there is talks and usage of a color system.
the comment was something flippant, not something one should even think about for more than a few seconds. yet for some reason, it seemed to annoy you as you sat besides jun, watching as the boys laughed along in unison at the remark made on your offense.
you brushed it off until the two of you were alone, slipping out of lavish outfits into ones of comfort and wiping off your make-up that you felt junhui pressing himself against your back.
“babe, please-” he murmured against the crook of your neck mouthing there in a shy way of telling you he wanted more.
you scoff, eyes rolling until you can take a few steps away, strutting until your standing closer to the bed. “after what you said to the boys during the award show? i think not dollface.”
he couldn’t help but follow you closely his hands settling on your waist before he was running his hands over your form casually, trying to push you over the edge. yet you only stared at him blankly, “junhui, no,” a small grumble emerged from his throat as he let a pout encompass his lips.
he stumbled over his actions, so used to you melting at his touches yet you remained firm, pushing back against him. his eyes lowered for a moment.
“want me to say sorry? because i am sorry, i shouldn’t have joked like that, it was harsh of me,” he whispered dipping his head down to nuzzle it against your collarbones.
“sorry doesn’t cut that darling, show me how sorry you are, junhui.”
his gaze was strong with a hint of defiance in them. your eyes narrow harshly until his eyes lower from yours. “knees.” watching as junhui scrambles from his standing position until he was settled on his knees, hands splayed out against his thighs.
placing your foot lightly against his sternum, it took little force until he was sent crashing into the floor of your shared bedroom. “again, knees.” he eased back onto his knees. “good job junnie.” again, you sent him back against the wood floor, he stared at you with his pupils blown wide, dragging deep breaths through his lungs. “color?”
“green, please, keep going,” he begged desperately getting back on his knees without being asked.
your head cocks to the left, smirk upturning the corners of your lips. it takes only a moment for your hand to come down across his cheek with a solid slap. barely giving him a chance to recuperate before slapping his opposite cheek.
“i didn’t like listening to you joke around about me to your friends, wasn’t very nice of you. i thought junnie was a good boy, but i guess i was wrong…” you muse watching as he can only stare up at you before beginning to stumble over his apology while begging you to get him off.
“desperate slutty boys don’t deserve to cum, should’ve thought about that before you talked about me to the boys.”
you murmur as you begin to leave him sitting on his knees cheeks red and warm. entering the bathroom, you get a small washcloth wetting it with cold water from the tap before bringing it back to him. you kneel for a moment before him pressing the cloth to his cheeks to cool them down and to give him some relief from the sting. you help him up from his knees, getting him on the bed where you stay level with him to minimize any sort of power dynamic. you press a small kiss to his forehead. with a quick check for injuries, you ask him if he hit his head against the floor and he shakes his head no. you ruffle his hair a bit before snuggling with him.
