I'd like to request punishing your subs Jinyoung and Youngjae (the reason can honestly be whatever) though Jinyoung has the nerve to act bratty so his punishment is worse (like maybe Youngjae gets the less submissive position so basically Jinyoung has to listen to you and partially Youngjae) it would be great if you could include bondage like maybe completely tying Jinyoung to the bed (hand- and ankle cuffs) also degrading would be appreciated (especially towards Jinyoung). If there's something in this you don't feel comfortable writing you can obviously leave it out or write it as far as you're comfortable with it! Thank you in advance!
Peculiar Punishment
note: sry this took forever to write^^ I hope this fits what you imagined
word count: 771
includes- sub!Jinyoung x dom!reader x sub!Youngjae, poly!relationship, punishment, slapping, handcuffs/restraints, cockring, spitting, degradation, anal sex (m receiving)
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You drag your nails down Jinyoung’s forearm, watching as the naked boy squirms against his restraints.
“Pathetic”, you judge, spitting onto his cock, using one finger to drag the liquid down his length and smear it over the cockring nestled at the base of his dick.
“Screw you”, he spits back, his sudden jolt upwards scaring the timid boy at the edge of the bed, “you said he was our toy, so why can’t I play with him?”
Youngjae, who was waiting patiently for your next order, starts to quiver as you slap Jinyoung across his face, pushing the brat back into the mattress.
“He is our toy when I say that he’s our toy and ONLY then. Now, does that mean you can just use him whenever you please, just because I’m not around to stop you?”
He lowers his head in shame, embarrassed of getting scolded in front of his younger bandmate. Another smack paints his cheek red and he tries to shake away his tears.
“Answer me”, you demand in a low and dangerous voice.
You grab onto Jinyoung’s chin, making him look you in the eyes as he whispers a sinful “no”.
“I think it’s time you played the toy, let Youngjae fuck you any way he wants.”
It was almost impossible to tell which one of your boys was more shocked by this punishment or whom it was directed towards, but as you push Jinyoung’s legs to his chest and tap the underside of his thigh invitingly, Youngjae crawls onto the bed in obedience.
His hard cock twitches nervously as he positions himself against Jinyoung’s entrance, looking up at you as if to confirm he was doing it right. You give his ass a little tap, encouraging him to go on with a nod and he grabs onto Jinyoung’s thighs, thrusting past the tight ring of muscles.
The two boys moan in unison as Youngjae slowly rocks his hips back and forth, burying himself deeper in the tied-up boy. Jinyoung wails out pleas and begs, trying to top Youngjae in volume, as he feels himself getting filled to the brim.
He couldn’t remember a time where he had been this stretched out, usually being the one to top, and the new feeling of pained pleasure was all too overwhelming for him Jinyoung to handle.
With every deep thrust his bratty facade breaks away and you watch as pearls of sweat run down his skin.
“You’re this close to falling apart with just a few pathetic thrusts? Maybe we should fuck you more often.”
Jinyoung tries to protest but Youngjae’s will to prove that he can be a good top has the older boy screaming and writhing against the sheets, his head moving closer to the headboard.
You let one of your hands rest on Jinyoung’s hair, stroking the soft strands lightly as you prevent him from getting hurt.
“Fu- fuck-… there”, he wails as Youngjae hits his prostate, holding out his hand to you as best as he can. You tickle his palm, entangling your fingers with his and your eyes fall soft for a moment as you look down upon Jinyoung’s fucked out expression.
Youngjae’s heavy pants ring in your ears, the young boy struggling to keep himself up as he falls victim to his own fast motions.
“Please”, he mumbles, his eyes fluttering open as he tries to look at you, “I can’t do this anymore, I’m tired.”
You sigh, laying your free hand on Youngjae’s wrist. Your gaze shifts between the two boys in your grasp and you gulp down a smirk when you notice you terribly ruined, they both were.
“I’m- I’m so sorry- ahh”, Jinyoung cries out first, unable to think of anything but the sweet release he so desperately desired.
“Me too, please, I need to cum.” The wet slaps grow more erratic by the second as Youngjae uses the last of his strength to keep on moving.
“Alright, you can cum”, you nod at them, sliding the cockring off Jinyoung's member and grabbing tightly onto their hands as you watch the older boy cover himself in cum.
Youngjae screams out one last time, his wet hair sticking to his neck as he throws his head back in pleasure, the tight hold of Jinyoung’s ass around his cock making him cum deep inside of his older bandmate.
Smirking down at them proudly, you use a light stroke of your thumb to help the calm down from their highs.
“So”, you test as they come back to their senses, “did you learn your lesson?” and you never saw them nod quicker.
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word count. 292
content. sub!mark, dom!reader, gn!reader, suggestive, hair pulling, reader calls mark ‘bunny’, mark is wearing a lacy apron, praise, minor degrading, and more.
summary. you find out that mark likes having his hair pulled.
mark surpresses a yelp as you push him against the counter; skin to skin, and face to face. his eyes stared at yours, twinkling within the light in eager anticipation.
you have him trapped, unable to go anywhere as he’s caged between your arms. it’s not like he’s want to, anyway. he loves being completely at your mercy.
“you look cute in this apron, mark,” you start, allowing a hand to drop down to his mid thigh and using a finger to tease the edges of the laced apron. “don’t you agree?” you ask, prying your eyes away from where the apron stops and his milky thighs are exposed to look at him, awaiting an answer.
he doesn’t give you one. instead, pushes himself into you, attempting to gain pleasure from the simple action. the same hand that teased his mid thigh was now laced within his hair, tugging it and pulling it back so he could look at you. a moan escapes those pretty lips of his before you could scold him for not giving you an answer.
your complaint dies down in your throat, long forgotten at your new revelation. his cheeks burn, but he can’t find it in himself to sputter out random apologies. he’s not ashamed by it; not by a long shot.
“oh? does bunny have something he’d like to admit?” you ask, giving an experimental pull of his hair once more. he whines unabashedly, and you can feel his cock twitch as it’s pressed against your thigh. “harder, w-want you to pull harder.” he chokes out, eyes soaking with tears of need and want.
“slutty bunny.” you mutter teasing before tugging harder and watching as he moans louder than before and encouraging you to ravish him.
includes — sub!got7, gn!reader, teasing, choking, degrading, praise, marking, mentions of oversensitivity, size kink, manhandling, foreshadowed wall sex, etc.
a/n — i had ideas the moment i saw this get requested so i went ahead and made it! this was requested by @l-overless !
a/n — please excuse all spelling mistakes.
lim jaebeom
the stress of being the leader eventually dawned on him, and you were his stress reliever.
you were palming him through his jeans, and he was leaning into you and finally giving in and submitting to you.
his moans were muffled as he tucked his head into your neck, and allowed you to tease him. you didn’t notice how his moans got more frequent, as well as lower in pitch. he bucked his hips into your hand, melting into you as he cums.
you were surprised as well, but it should’ve been expected because of all the stress he’s been under. he’s shy and a bit embarrassed when he finally comes down, pulling away from you and immediately looking down.
“what’s wrong?” you asked, using a finger to tilt his head up. “i came too early.” he mutters. “this was a stress reliever for you, i don’t mind, beomie. come with me so you can change and everything.” you tell him, kissing him softly in reassurance.
mark tuan
choking had to be one of marks’ favorite things ever. something about you wrapping a hand around his neck and whispering dirty things into his ear got him going.
you knew how much he loved it, so what better thing to do than tease him?
your was was wrapped around his neck, and applying subtle pressure. his eyes closed as he listened to all the sinful things you were whispering. “you’re so pretty for me, mark? i bet you want me to absolutely ruin you…” you whisper using your other hand to reach down and palm him.
you were surprised to see how hard he was from your simple actions, but continued nevertheless. “hard already? such an obedient little toy for me, angel.” you murmur. he whimpers and groans at your words, and before you know it, you felt him cum.
“you really are a toy; this makes me want to ruin you even more.” you mutter, removing your hand from his neck to unclasp the button of his pants. “please…”
jackson wang
jackson was an absolute sucker for your praise. he loved hearing you tell him he was good for you, or when you praised him after certain things.
this wasn’t any different, jackson was horny, but he didn’t want to tell you because he didn’t want you to feel like you were obligated to help him. the sensitivity was getting him though because the only thing he was thinking of was you.
it didn’t help that you were praising him for how good he looked during his ‘not by the moon’ performances. “seunnie, you looked so sexy during these performances, your voice sounds amazing here, too.” you gush as you watch him on the tv, placing a hand on his thigh.
he was clenching his thighs together, and was red-faced from all the praise you were telling. you stopped in the midst of your talking where you heard jackson whimper, and saw his thighs trembling.
“oh, baby, you should’ve told me. let me help you out.” you whisper, scooting closer once you see the darkened fabric on his pants.
park jinyoung
jinyoung was a brat, no doubt about it. therefore, you needed to be able to over power him because he’d love to challenge you and push your buttons.
he got off on you being able to manhandle him and put him in his place.
“you little brat. i’m the one in charge here, and i think you need a little lesson on where you belong.” you muttered in your ear as you pushed him towards the wall. “i don’t think you’re strong enough to do that.” he challenges with triumph in his voice.
your eyes turn dark, and the next thing he knows, he’s being pushed against the wall with his ass facing you, and hands flat against the wall.
you being rough with him made him feel so small and sensitive. his breaking point was when you reach around to grip his cock. his mouth hung open at the sheer pain and pleasure you provided, and before he knew it he was coming in his pants.
“woah…” he whispers, still slightly trembling. “you’re still getting your punishment, darling…”
choi youngjae
youngjae had incredibly sensitive thighs, and you continuously touching and teasingly was bound to make him sensitive.
he whimpered in submission when your hands roamed his inner thighs, squeezing them. soft whimpers leave his mouth as you continue, closing his eyes and he rolls his hips towards your hands.
“y-y/n please…” he whispers, thighs trembling under your grasps. “please what, baby? i haven’t even done anything yet.” you tease.
he surprises you when his hips push against your hands more, and his hands move to grasp your wrists, whimpering and whining as he came in his pants.
“oh my gosh…” he whispers, hips still stuttering. “sorry.” he apologizes with a small smile. you’re reaching for the button on his pants, and he moans when your hands graze over his cock. “hm, we still aren’t done here, baby.”
bambam
bambam got off to you treating him like a slut. he had his bratty moments, and loved it when you degraded him and pushed him around. he has a size kink too, loving it when you dominated him to show him who he belonged to.
you had him pushed against a wall, hands pulled over his head with your knee pressed between his legs. he was ultra sensitive, and he grinded down on your knee for any relief he could get.
“you love acting like a slut, don’t you? grinding and flirting with everyone you see like a whore, hm?” you tease, dropping your head to kiss and nip at his neck. “wanted you to be rough-“ he whispers, voice shaky as he pushes his hips towards your knee harder than before.
“you’re getting what you wanted then.” you murmur, gripping his hip with your vacant hand. he squirms under your grasp for a few moments, and with a loud moan of your title, his head fell back against the wall and you felt the warmth of his cum spread over your thigh.
“i’m really going to ruin you now, sweetheart.”
kim yugyeom
yugyeom’s favorite thing for you to do with him was hiss his neck. his neck was incredibly sensitive, so you sucking on it was bound to affect him.
his moans were like music to your ears as you sucked continuously on his sweet spot. “y-y/n…” he whispers, crossing his legs together.
“hm, babyboy?” you murmur against his skin, and he moans even louder when he feels you marking a hickey directly over his most sensitive spot.
that was his breaking point, and he didn’t even expect it himself when he came, filling his underwear with his cum. “i didn’t know you were so sensitive.” you tell him with a smirk. “i still need help…” he whispers, hiding his blushing face. “then let me help you.”
i have TOO MANY thoughts of jacks begging for overstim and it makes him feel so good he cries 🥺 (you can take this as a request if you want i just had to get it off my chest 😅)
a/n — ok so this is probably one of the worst fics i’ve ever written and i’m so sorry-
jacksons abdomen was still moving up and down quickly as he tried to catch his breath when he asked you. “please? touch me some more...” he’d mutter as his eyes followed you. you had just brought him through an orgasm, and yet he was asking for more. “i dunno, jacks. i don’t wanna cause you any pain.”
“you won’t. i trust you with my body, please?” he asks again, wrists unmoving in the restraints you have him in. you look up at him one last time before moving your wrist towards his cock.
he jolts when he feels it, and closes his eyes to bask in the sensations. it doesn’t take him long to start moaning and moving his hips up in time with your hand. “h-holy shit— you’re so good to m-me...” he stutters, and his mouth falls open when he feels you speed up.
“y-y/n, oh- may i cum? please?” he begged, thighs quivering as he attempted to stay obedient for you. “cum whenever, seunnie. it’s okay,” you murmured softly, using your thumb to tease the tip, then running among the veins that decorated his needy cock.
his hips are rising half off the bed when he does cum, his head is tipping back and his mouth opened in a silent moan. his cum spills onto your hand, painting it milky white.
“m-more...” he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper as he asks for it. you look up to see his eyes filling with tears. you slowly move your hand again, and he nods, tears spilling over his cheeks.
he’s practically shaking as you continue, the pain melting away in pure pleasure. “s-so good,” he moans, arm muscles flexing momentarily when you tease a vain again, mouth falling open. tears were flowing down his cheeks at an even more rapid pace now, he was thrashing around more and more as well.
“y/n!” he came with a cry of your name, his cum coming out in a smaller quantity as the rest. to him, it felt like the both of you were the only people in the universe, the only people ever. you pulled your hands away, deciding you had put him through enough, and hurried to clean him up.
“oh my gosh.” he murmurs as he feels your wiping the cum from his lower half. even you could tell that his brain was completely mush from the sheer force of his orgasms.
you reach up to undo his restraints, and the moment you do, his hands are on you and pulling you close. he has his head tucked into your neck, urging you to play with his hair and kiss his forehead.
“you did so well for me, seunnie.” you murmur, and you can feel him smile against your neck. “mm, thank you,” he whispers back, snuggling even closer to you as he tries to go to sleep. “get some rest, we can do more later.” you whisper, raking your hands comfortably through his hair to calm him, and before you know it, soft snores are emitting from his lips.
｡･:*˚:✧｡ surprisingly obedient, he has his bratty moments/days, but for the most part he’s obedient. most likely to push your buttons when he’s needy, because he doesn’t like to show it verbally. i also thinks he’s a service top.
Mark Tuan
｡･:*˚:✧｡ really obedient. wouldn’t dream of being a brat, because he revels in your rewards. he gets really pouty and quiet when he’s needy for you, and will not hesitate at all to ask you if you’re in public. i see him as a service top as well, who likes to bottom sometimes as well.
Jackson Wang
｡･:*˚:✧｡ also not a brat. i think his energy and excitement can get him in trouble sometimes and it comes off as him being a brat, but honestly, he’d must trying to be good for you. i think he’s equally a top and bottom, doesn’t care which one.
Park Jinyoung
｡･:*˚:✧｡ a brat. not as much as bambam, but definitely bratty. i see him as more of a bottom than service top, though. he does have days where he wants to be good, but that’s really, really rare.
Choi Youngjae
｡･:*˚:✧｡ the most obedient out of them all. like i’m not even joking, no one could even pay him to be disobedient towards you. he’d do whatever you ask, too. i see him as a service top because just lives to to please, he puts your pleasure before his own.
Bambam
｡･:*˚:✧｡ a really, really, really bratty bottom. is only obedient when he’s really, really needy but other than that, he’s so bratty. the word obedient isn’t even in his vocabulary. (is a bottom because he loves being runined by you)
Kim Yugyeom
｡･:*˚:✧｡ perfect mix of both bratty and obedient. since he’s so young, he’s still working out what he likes and dislikes, so he’d also be equally service top and bottom. when he’s needy, he’s n e e d y, which happens often and is when his brattiness comes out full throttle.
includes — sub!youngjae, dom!reader, f!reader, pegging, shower sex, slight marking, praise, slight exhibition, etc.
a/n — enjoy and please excuse all spelling mistakes!
“t-they’re outside…” youngjae whisper-yells to you. his back is pressed against the cool marble of the shower wall. his hands are gripping your shoulders tightly, and his legs are wrapped around your waist as you push your strap against his hole.
he opens his mouth to make another complaint, but his words fizzle out into a moan. your hands are gripping onto his thighs and pulling him closer to you — if possible.
“you gotta be quiet for me, pretty.” you whisper, pushing your hips up into his roughly. he whimpers, nodding his head. his eyes flutter closed, hips moving in sync with yours.
your head dips down to his neck, kissing down from his jawline to his collarbone. an uncontrolled moan leaves his throat when you suck on the sensitive spot on his neck, right above his collarbone.
you smirk against his neck and he swats at your back. “t-that’s not funn- hah-“ he whimpers, fingers beginning to dig crescents into your upper back as the tip of your strap nudges at his prostate.
“i-i can’t- feels too g-good.” he whispers, head falling back against the tile as he lets out small whines. you’re still sucking on his sensitive neck, and the sheer sensitivity has him softly groaning. “n-not gonna last l-long…” he whimpers out when he feels you rock your hips faster.
“that’s okay, sweetheart. cum for me, okay? come for me and let everyone know how good you’re being for me.” you whisper slowly, gripping his thighs as they tremble around your waist. “your good boy, y/n, i-i’m cumming—!” he whines, mouth falling open after he looks at you frantically. cute little whimpers leave his lips as his back arches away from the tile.
his eyes open and he looks at you, and a dopey smile sets on his face. “um, if you guys are done fucking in there, yugyeom has to use the bathroom!” bambam yells from behind the door and youngjae goes beet red, hiding his face into your neck and whining about embarrassment.
to say jinyoung was excited was a huge understatement. you had to go on a business trip for a week, and he missed you dearly. though, but the fourth day, he wanted you home for more than just cuddles and kisses.
it was the last day of your trip — the day you were supposed to be coming home — and he was absolutely ecstatic. his neediness has reached a new level for him, and he strived to show it when you got home.
he was quick when he opened his closet and pulled out a small bag. he peeked inside to make sure the contents were still there, and they were. the bag consisted of skimpy lace panties, black garters and stockings, a small bralette, a very short skirt, and a velvet black choker.
with red cheeks, he pulled the bag into the bathroom with him, and stripped himself of his clothes. without looking at himself in the mirror, he poured out the contents out of the bag, and began to get dressed.
he pulled on the panties, and whimpered when he felt how snug the panties fit. he put on the garters, the stockings, the small skirt, the bralette, and finally the velvet choker.
he took a small glance at himself in the mirror, and his ears got red. he thought he looked good, but he wondered if you’d like it on him or not. he noticed the lube and bejeweled plug in a box under the sink, and chewed on his lip.
he ended up using both the items to quickly prep himself before you came home; and just in time too because he heard your car pull into the driveway. he smiled a bit to himself and went to sit cutely on the bed, holding back a noise when he felt the plug nudge deeper into him.
you pushed open the door and threw your keys down. “baby? i’m home!” you yell throughout the house, a bit confused since you expected jinyoung to practically pounce on you the moment you walked through the door, but instead you were met with an empty house.
“back here!” he calls out, and you put your bags on the couch before you walk to your shared bedroom. you peaked in, and your jaw dropped when you saw him.
you walked fully in the room, and your eyes widened. he smiled to himself when he saw your reaction. he stood off the bed and took a few steps towards you, the skirt flowing with every step he took.
“you’re just wanting me to ruin you, hm?” you asked, using your fingers to trail along the garters. “i’m needy.” he whispers, looking at you with lidded eyes.
you don’t give a verbal reply, instead settling for placing your lips on his while pushing him back towards the bed. the backs of his legs hit the bed, and he pulls away and sits down, looking at you through his lashes and awaiting your next move.
you walk over to the closet where you pull down some of your toys that you’d use on him. you displayed the toys on the bed, picking out his favorite strap. you stripped yourself of your clothing, and his ears turned a deep shade of red as he watched.
you fastened the clocks of the harness around your waist, before standing between jinyoung’s legs.
he lays back as he spreads his thighs, skirt spreading as well. your fingers hooked into the waist band of the panties, and tugged them down. a sly smile crossed your face once you saw the bejeweled plug that filled him. you tapped it a bit and he whined in response.
“i see you went ahead and prepped.” you commented, pulling out the plug completely. “i-i told you i was needy…” he muttered. you hummed, pulling him by his thighs towards the edge of the bed.
he was about to be bratty and tell you to hurry up, but his words got caught in his throat when you finally pushed into him. he groaned and his head fell back.
“my little toy missed me so much that he wore all this for me.” you whispered to yourself, using the hand that wasn’t gripping his hip to reach under the bralette and twirl a nipple between your fingers.
your hips are rolling expertly against his, causing open mouthed moans to leave him. his arms reach up to grip your waist, eyes closing as he pushed his hips back down onto your strap.
“my little whore couldn’t wait to get his little holes filled, hm? just eager to get filled.” you teased, moving your hand from his bralette to right above his collarbones, silently asking for permission. “p-please-“ he whispers, thighs twitching as they sat around your waist. your hand slid to sit around his throat, applying slight pressure, and watching as his face contorted in pleasure.
“you gonna cum, slut? gonna cum all over yourself?” you asked, rolling your hips into him with more force, delivering powerful thrusts to his prostate.
his mind went completely blank as he felt the warmth in his lower stomach explode, back arching slightly off the bed as he came, cum staining the fabric of the skirt. he jolts forward when he feels your hand come in contact with the supple skin of his ass. he just moans even louder at the impact.
“oh my go- i- nng- pleas-“ he’s unable to string together a constant sentence to express how good he feels, but you don’t mind. his arms are frantically reaching behind him as he tries to grip something — wherever he can find purchase — and using it to ground himself.
his eyes roll back as he experiences the highest form of euphoria, he’s whimpering and moaning and you place both of your hands beside his head and drill into him. his eyes widen bad his mouth opens when he feels the new angle. “cum- i-i-“ he tires to warn, thighs clenching around your waist. “it’s okay, you can cum for me, be a good toy and cum for me, okay?” you coax him through his orgasm, and his hips stutter. he came with a shout, completely ruining the skirt.
he’s trembling as he comes down, and you slow down to a stop and eventually pull out. you pull away from him a bit to get a wet cloth and quickly put the toys away.
“are you okay, jinyoung?” you asked as you wiped him down and took of the pieces of clothing, and even in his hazy state, he still glared at you when you used his full name. “i-i’m fine.” he whispers, still shivering a bit. you get one of your sweaters from a drawer and help him put it on.
he cuddled into it, and though he was weak, he tugged you forward a bit, suggesting that you cuddle. of course, you took the invitation with open arms, getting into bed with him and allowing him to cuddle into your chest. “if you ever have to go somewhere for seven whole days, you’re taking me with you.” he grumbles, wrapping a sweaterpaw around your stomach.
“of course, baby. i’m never leaving you again because those seven days were pure torture.” you mutter, placing a kiss on his temple to which he smiles at.
“now i’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, just get some rest.” you murmur. “okay.” he mumbles, already half asleep. “i’m gonna help you out in the morning, too.” he whispers, on the brink of sleep. you knew what he meant and just smiled to yourself, soon going to sleep while playing in his hair.
