Warnings; sub!Jinyoung, femdom! reader, pegging, semi-public sex (if fucking Jinyoung out a window counts.) Slight degradation, slight praise (if you blink, you miss it) House husband Jinyoung, aftercare slightly mentioned but not shown.
Not much could surprise you, who always saw the unexpected.
Because of this, it became even more shocking when your seemingly vanilla husband had suggested something a little too kinky.
Although you were the dom in your relationship, he never wanted anything extreme.
So, you just decided to make the most of it.
"Did you just say what I think you just said?" You asked, blinking a lot more than usual. "Please, Y/n? Being at home all day is getting a little boring."
Now here you were, prepping your strap-on as Jinyoung bent over, half-hanging out the window.
You could hear his whines as you teased him, tapping his hole lightly with your tip. "Y/n, just put it in already-" Jinyoung let out a choked back moan as you pushed your length inside him.
"Shush, baby. Don't want anyone to hear your slutty moans, do we?" Just the mere thought of this aroused him, his cock leaking precum all over the floor.
"Such a slut." You cooed, beginning to thrust a little faster. "A-ah! Yes, I'm such a slut for you! Please, fuck me harder!" He moaned out, resulting in a harsh slap to his ass. "I thought I told you to be quiet."
Despite your warnings, Jinyoung couldn't help but moan as your cock hit his prostate. It was a new feeling to him, and he liked it. It was scary yet so intriguing. Now that he had a taste of it, he was addicted.
You took your free hand and put it near his mouth. He seemed to get the message, sucking on two of your digits. "I-I'm going to cum soon." He said, the words muffled by your hand. "Go ahead, Jirongie. Cum for me."
Just like that, long white ropes of cum spurt out of his hard cock, spilling on your floor. A loud, muffled moan escaped his mouth. You continued to thrust into him, riding out his orgasm, before pulling out. "Good boy. Now let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
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Jinyoung was obsessed with this exciting sensation, attempting to seduce you whenever he could. He wanted cock so often that it was starting to drain almost all of your stamina.
"Baby, I'm tired."
"Cmon' Y/n. Let's do it again!"
You could never say no to him.
Sorry if this was bad lmao it’s my first smut on here!- Kira
you were sitting across from each other in an outdoor table, sipping down caffeinated drinks while mark released 5 years of stress. "okay so get this," he takes a long gulp from his iced americano. "Jackson had the audacity to take my pillow and—" suddenly, the hand that clutched his cool drink went flying to his temple and his face contorted. brain freeze. "baby boy, be careful!" you said, impulsively, your motherly instincts taking over. mark then giggles like a school girl and clutches the collar of his shirt with the tips of his ears burning red. since he's older than you, he really didn't expect to be called that. but then he foolishly lashes out in aegyo, cupping his cheeks into a v shape and whine is a babyish voice, "that's me~!" which only makes him squeal and wiggle in his seat like a toddler while hiding behind his sweater paws in disgust.
even though jb didn't seem like sub potential—he always topped all the dates he brought into your apartment—it was worth a shot. you liked to call it a little a twist to the I'm-falling-in-love-with-my-roommate cliché. so when you were struck by an opportunity—that opportunity being jaebum obliviously assuming you liked being choked—you embraced it, "oh, baby boy, if only you knew." you wink at him and it takes every ounce of self control for him to act like he was unphased. but the corner of his mouth curled with a mind of its own, his curiosity taking over. "why don't you show me?"
"are you on drugs?" yeah, it's not really going to sit well with him. he's just too used to being the mom of the group, and seems to be more on the traditional side to fully enjoy it. he'd rather you just call him 'baby' instead, but if you like to be a little on the pestering side, he's not gonna ever get mad at you for calling him baby boy as a way to joke around. in fact, it'll most likely grow on him overtime. not that he'd ever admit it, but if you look closely enough you could see the tiny curve of his lips before he wipes it away.
poor baby was sick :(( you laid beside him as he miserably coughed into his sleeve, sniffling a few times before asking, "can you pass me a tissue, please?" he pointed to the tissue box beside you and pluck a tissue with ease, getting an extra one just in case. "here you go, baby boy." he didn't hesitate to shield his rosy cheeks as his eyes beamed at you through his spectacles. "thank you, noona." he said after his timid laughing fit, blowing his nose afterwards. he didn't need to hear it a second time to fall in love with it.
"baby boy? I thought I looked 46?" he doesn't miss the opportunity the bring up his hilarious encounter at his hotel, even if you've already heard for the 67th time. you rolled your eyes at his goofiness, "you're still a baby boy to me." he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pecked your cheek then snickered, "you don't treat me like a baby boy, though. you treat me like a slut." his voice decreases into a libidinous tone, adding, "I've been a good boy today, can baby boy have a reward?" it didn't take long for him to use the pet name to benefit himself.
he was purposely acting cute for your attention, trying to urge you to drop the book you were skimming through, and it worked. "awe, you're such a cute baby boy!" you cooed while cupping his precious cheeks that matched his strawberry strands. "am I?" he pouted, fishing for more of your praise. he loves praise. "of course! you're adorable." he giggles and climbs onto your lap with his lengthy limbs wrapped around you like a koala. the pet name made him feel like he truly belonged to his mommy, he felt safe and extra submissive. it would've be long until he started pestering for your not so wholesome touches in his whiny, persuading voice, so you could tell him how much of a good baby boy he was as he was cumming all over himself.
note: it's time to dig this out of the forgotten chamber and release it to the world
to the person who sent in the asks: pls don't spam my inbox, it makes me wanna write even less!
includes- sub!CIX x dom!reader, fingering, pegging, handjob, corruption kink, mommy/daddy kink, hickeys/marking, choking, sex toys
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Byounggon
very shy in the beginning, because he doesn’t really know what he is doing but is too embarrassed to admit it
focusses more on pleasing you and making you happy because he isn’t ready for you to see him in such a vulnerable state (aka. he’s afraid to cum in a matter of seconds as soon as you touch him)
gets hard within seconds of you laying your hand on his crotch (you don’t even need to move it; the simple touch will get his imaginations spinning)
enjoys getting fingered but gets all red and nervous when it comes to pegging, his favourite thing to receive are handjobs
loves lazy sex on cuddled up Sunday afternoons or post practice tension relievers
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Seunghun
always horny, always needy, always a hoe for you
loves to tease you by randomly pulling on his shirt to expose the tan skin that lies beneath (he knows how much that makes you want to bite him, and he does not object to that idea)
sends you pictures of him in lingerie when you’re at work and can never quite keep his hands to himself, even when you two are in public
is up for anything and will want to try everything; loves using toys but gets easily bored, so he wants you to surprise him with new kinks and gadgets all the time
doesn’t really like putting in work (unless it’s oral, this guy practically lives between your legs), he just wants to be bent over and fucked from behind 24/7
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Yonghee
has a corruption kink and loves to be treated like an inexperienced pup (eventho you’re not his first partner)
easily falls into sub space and gets very shy and even more innocent (enjoys being a little in and outside of the bedroom)
is a bit scared of pain so a hard dom would intimidate him, wants everything to be warm and cosy and safe
loves it when you randomly play with his cock while he watches cartoons or takes a nap
calls you mommy/daddy and clings onto you all day (he just needs skin ship to feel loved)
loves it when you kiss his mole and call him your cute Babyboy
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Jinyoung
very good with his fingers, and I mean VERY (will massage your g spot/rub your tip until your legs are shaking, and his hand is covered in your cum)
loves to be as close as possible to you (wraps his arms around your torso as you ride him; clings onto you like a monkey when you slowly bury your length inside of him)
is obsessed with hickeys and takes photos each morning of the purple marks you left all over his body, doesn’t even try to hide them with make up or his clothes
occasionally he’ll ask to wear a cockring or a small buttplug, but usually prefers it as “natural” and raw as possible
likes the feeling of your hands wrapped around his neck, the slight pressure that makes his breath hitch in his throat but is not enough to choke him drives him positively mad
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Hyunsuk
very ticklish, starts to giggle as you kiss down his neck and finds it very hard to keep a straight face during sex (you’ll have to find a way to just roll with it and see it as a reassurance that he’s having a good time)
loves to get fingered but is too shy to ask for it, isn’t one to initiate sex in general
curls up and bites down on a pillow, to not alert the other members of your naughty activities, but no amount of feathers can swallow up this boy’s loud and high pitched moans
a very thankful pillow princess; not particularly good at giving (mainly because he thinks he can’t please you/is too inexperienced to make you feel good)
wants you to just play with his dick as if it’s your possession (you could even tie a ribbon to his tip with the imprint “owned by…”)
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authors note x2. i rlly love this one !! this is the 4th time i wrote it, and i rlly like this version !! thanks to @nct99 for helping me revise and giving me feedback <33
authors note x3. (kinda a part two/sequel thing to ‘look’... 🧁 anon gave me this idea!)
word count. 1096
content. sub!jaebeom, sub!jinyoung, dom!reader, amab!reader, edging, use of toys, voyeurism (?), oral (m receiving), praise, and more!
summary. jinyoung walks in on you and jaebeom... and stays for a while.
it’s unbelievable how needy you could make him. got7’s intimidating and scary leader, lim jaebeom, pliant under your rough touches.
he’s on his hands and knees, moaning loudly as he takes what you give him. he’s stroking himself through it, not that it’d matter much; there’s a cockring snug around his base that prevents him from having a full orgasm anyway.
“getting close, beomie? gonna make a mess of yourself?” you ask, using one hand to hold his hips to yours as you fuck into him, while the other is teasing his sensitive nipples.
his moans increase in pitch, and you know he’s close. he chokes on a scream, arms tending as he grips the sheets between his fingers. he experiences a dry orgasm, trembling in sensitivity as you continue.
“s-so, hah, good,” he whimpers, gasping as he feels your lips on his neck, draping yourself over him. your hips are working into him so deeply, and his mind is going blank.
the sound of a door opening distracts the both of you. jaebeom freezes and tenses, while you smirk devilishly.
jinyoung stands at the doorway, staring wide eyed at the sight before him, and you notice the way his pants seem to get tighter. “y-you told me to come over- i didn’t know you were- i’ll just-“ jinyoung stammers awkwardly, blushing and turning away. “stay.”
he stops, turning back toward you and meeting your eyes. you look him up and down, taking note of the way he quickly hardens in his pants. “need help with that, jinyoungie?” you ask, and he nods slowly, avoiding your eyes. “on the bed.” you mutter, keeping your hands on jaebeom so he wouldn’t be too needy.
he kneels onto the bed, thighs spread slightly. “touch yourself, and if you’re good, then maybe i’ll let you cum soon. is that okay with you?” you ask, and he nods, slyly moving his hand to palm himself over the fabric of his jeans.
your hips start their pace again, slow and steady. jaebeom moans some more, matching your rhythm. jinyoung moans from beside you, breathing harshly between sounds. “do you know how pretty you are, jinyoung? jae and i have been wanting to make you ours for the longest now- fuck,” you groan, cursing when jaebeom clenches around you.
jinyoung whimpers at the praise, chewing on his bottom lip as he pushes his pants down some more and pulls his fully hard cock from his boxers, stroking himself in time with your thrusts.
“so pretty for me ‘nd jae, right?” you whisper, and jinyoung nods. “pretty for only you and beomie,” he agrees, fucking into his tight fist.
jinyoung edges himself, taking his hand away from his cock as his hips buck pathetically at the denied high. “good boy, youngie. holding yourself off for us.” you groan, not too far behind your own high, feeling the warmth low in your stomach. “isn’t that right, beom. nyoung is being such a good boy,” you tease, and jaebeom gasps sharply. “y-yes! jin-jinyoung is being so good,” he answers brokenly.
jinyoung is whimpering and whining, mouth parted as moans leave his plump lips. he’s obediently touching himself as you asked, and edging himself when he gets too close.
and jaebeom is crying. fat tears streaming down his face in both desperation and frustration. every thing is both not enough and too much; and it drives him crazy.
he chokes on a sob when he feels you pull out, tilting your head back as you cum onto the sheets.
jinyoung is gripping the sheets between his fingers, cock throbbing as precum drops down his shaft he edged himself twice, being as obedient as he could be.
“good boys,” you mutter, pulling away. “ready to cum?” you ask, and they both nod, jaebeom sneaking a glance at jinyoung who’s bashfully avoiding both of your stares.
“jinyoung, get on your knees in front of jaebeom. make him cum, and then you can.” you order, taking time to snap the cockring off of jaebeom before the boys scramble to get in position.
jaebeom presents his needy and red cock to jinyoung, and jinyoung needs no more order before he’s teasingly mouthing at jaebeom’s cock. jaebeom jolts in turn, melting into the sheets as he feels jinyoung’s mouth.
“good boys, doing exactly what i asked.” you praise, carding your fingers through jaebeom’s hair, while he does the same to jinyoung.
jinyoung is stroking himself slowly as he blows jaebeom, and his need to cum becomes overwhelming as he works harder to get jaebeom to cum too.
jaebeom pushes his hips into jinyoung’s mouth, and jinyoung doesn’t mind at all. he bobs his head a few times, before going all the way down and holding himself their momentarily, humming around jaebeom.
jaebeom curses, leaning his head onto your shoulder for support as he gets closer and closer.
“c-cumming! oh fuck-!” he exclaims, thighs shivering as he empties himself into jinyoung’s throat, eyes closing tightly as he rides out his orgasm.
jinyoung sits steadily below him, his own thighs spread slightly as his cum makes a mess of his fingers. jinyoung pulls off of jaebeom, swallowing and looking up at the both of you.
you help him into the bed, and he hides his face, only speaking up a moment later. “do- do you guys want me to leave?” he asks, voice raspy but somehow still soft. “no, not unless you want to...” jaebeom says gently, clasping hands with him and lacing their fingers together.
“are either of you up for a bath? we can all talk and sort everything through after the sheets are clean.” you say, and both boys agree, allowing you to draw them a bath while you took care of the sheets.
the process didn’t take long. after they’d gotten out of the bath, you’d dressed them in some of your shirts, and the three of you promptly rested on clean sheets.
“what now?” jinyoung asks, lips forming their natural pout as his head is on your chest. jaebeom smiles into your skin, sneaking a glance at jinyoung.
“we’re you serious about having wanted me in your guys’ relationship?” he questions, chewing on his lips. “we were. we both took a liking to you, and after a talk, we decided that we both wanted you in our relationship. if, and only if, you wanted to be in it.” you explain, holding him close. “i-i do. i want to be with the both of you,” he admits, looking at both you and jaebeom with the utmost love and adoration.
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.”
Warnings: Pegging, slight mistress kink, dirty talk, Jinyoung cries lol, pretty harsh punishment (rough caning. don't worry tho, the after care makes up for it. Probably.), mentions of breaking skin from caning wounds and bruising 😬, slapping, hair-pulling, strapjob, fingering (m receiving), nipple play, degradation, just pure filth man 💀
Requested: months ago, but yes
Note: Jinyoung has a key at some point and it disappears, but you're not gonna say shit about it. Also it gets lazy near the end, excuse the grammar mistakes.
Word Count: 6.3K (pls don't let this flop, I am exhausted 🤩)
The last thing Jinyoung thought he’d be doing, was going to a professional Dominatrix session. If anyone had even dare mentioned the idea, say a month beforehand, he’d give them the nastiest grimace manageable and avoid them like the plague, not that he didn’t do that to anyone who tried to weasle their way into his private life anyways. It made even his own subconcious howl with laughter at the position Jinyoung had put himself in now.
So much for trying to s tay away, huh?
He didn’t even think something like this could happen. Hell, one minute he was filing more stacks of papers as his assistant talked his ear off, which he had vehemently told her not to do, and the next he found himself bored, and scrolling through a Domme website the night that followed.
But here he was; standing outside the neat black building with his phone in one hand, and a hand cupped in his pockets as he raised an eyebrow before going in. Past the glass doors, he found his surroundings consiting with soft shades of brown. A mahogony reception desk sat to the front of him against a wall, a long hallway next to the desk, and neutral white lights giving the atmosphere a professional look. His legs moved on their own accord while he focused on stabalizing his breathing, not used to the clamminess now making his palms sweat against his sides, and before he knew it, he was standing at the front of the office.
A woman in her early-to-mid twenties sat before him, smile sweet and chestnut brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were soft, almost inquisitive as they assessed Jinyoung’s appearance and outfit, which consisted of a beige turtleneck and black dress pants. She seemed pleased with the effort he put into his looks if her satisfied hum was anything to go by.
“Hello, are you here for an appointment?”
Her voice was cheery, like the chime of a bell, and her face beamed with a radiance that Jinyoung wouldn’t think someone who worked in her place of job would exude. He cleared his throat, “I am, yes.”
“Your name?”
“Park Jinyoung,” she nodded and typed something into the computer to her left.
“And your mistress for the night is Madame Black, correct?”
Jinyoung felt odd with how casual this was going. He’d expected.. something else? No, that was a lie一Jinyoung didn’t know what he expected. Maybe a bad experience, he guesses. He just wasn’t used to the way this was such an open transaction, as if he was going to the doctor’s for a checkup or something. It left him confused as he thought of a couple of his previous encounters with people he trusted on his sex life. The way they scrunched their faces in a disapproving frown when he said he wanted to try subbing, only to backpedal at his embarrasment. The rest just flat out didn't know what they were doing. It was almost laughable how little they knew. But this... This seemed like a whole new ballgame.
“Yeah,” He shook his head in confirmation, the sudden movement making him look like an overenthusiastic dog. The woman laughed at the new show of excitement and leant over the console so she could murmur to him despite the space being completely empty, save for both of them, of course.
“Third door down the hall, you’ll know it’s hers when just standing outside of it makes you wanna piss your pants. Don’t forget to change into one of the robes in the room just to your left. Oh! And just a heads up, Jinyoung,” She smiles with a mischevious glint in her eye and reaches out to drop a black key into his awaiting hand, “She may seem nice, but Madame is not one who tolerates brats. Do go in with the knowledge that she’s not afraid to bite.”
Jinyoung raises a brow at her tease, but smiles back at her nonetheless, "Who says I'm afraid of being bitten?"
With a jerk of his head in what he hoped was a nod, he fought not to not scurry down the hall in his newfound anticipation, smirking to himself at the knowing face of the desk worker.
Jinyoung was jittery with each step that brung him closer to his destination, which now stand a couple feet from him, the deep ebony-shaded door looming with a question that made Jinyoung have second thoughts despite thinking it through for hours; ‘Can I handle what’s behind this door?’
Jinyoung rakes a shaky hand through his hair, trying to take deep breaths as he pushes the cold metal of the key into the lock, twisting it to the right until he hears the telltale Click! Of the latches unslotting while he turns the handle and pushes the inlet open, taking a moment to survey the room before him, then kicks the door closed after he steps inside. Of course he can. If the voice in the back of his head said anything, it probably wouldn’t even be a good experience much different to the other ‘dom’s’ he’s had sex with.
Almost immediately, the tart scent of lavender wafts into his nose. The room was spacious, dimly lit by the soft golden glow of candles occupying the corners which cast shadows across the silky wine carpet, and the delicate shades of a peachy pink had consisted of the walls surrounding him. A king-sized bed with fluffy red covers sat against the back wall, a plush pink chair facing it, and you perch right at the bottom of the bed. Jinyoung feels his heart shake at the sight of you.
Just the way you sit with your legs crossed over one another had his cock stirring behind the silk black robe that curtains his naked frame. You wear a gorgeous tan lingerie set, the top is a thin see-through camisole which stops just above the curve of your upper stomach, displaying the supple mounds of your breasts over a sheen of lace, and the bottoms are a simple high-arch panty, the same fabric and look of the top, but with a skirt-like covering which flutters around the curves of your hips whenever you move. The fact that the set shown your bare body in such a delicate show of wispy materials was what made Jinyoung even more worked up. Your position was relaxed as you sat, holding a glass of champagne, and you cocked your head to the side slightly upon Jinyoung’s arrival. You offer a smile.
“Why hello there!” You gleam, and at the sheer enthusiam which you eminate, Jinyoung finds himself mirroring the smile without his own accord. Something about you just dusts away all of Jinyoung’s previous nerves.
“Hey,” Jinyoung sifts through his head to find the right words, “Madame Black?”
You giggle at the way he says it, obviously giving away that he wasn’t fully aware of what he was about to get himself into, “Yes, that’s me. You must be Park Jinyoung, I’m assuming?”
A nod was your answer.
"Don't be shy, take a seat," you nod towards the chair before you, and Jinyoung obliges, smiling at you as he goes to sit himself down in front of you.
"First of all, I would like to discuss boundaries, even if I’ve already gone over the form you filled out," you begin with a wink, "what’s your opinion on rimming and ass-play in general?”
Jinyoung feels his eyes bug out slightly at the way you so seamlessly jump into it. Shameless, aren’t you? But he isn’t complaining.
He clears his throat and, suddenly unable to look you in the eye, settles his gaze on his lap as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, “I’ve dabbled in it by myself but never really experienced proper ass-play things with somebody else,” mustering up his courage to flick his eyes back to yours, he smirks, “I’d like to try it with you if possible.”
You nod, “how about being rough with you? Hair-pulling, slapping, throat-fucking, etcetera?”
He seems to strongly approve if the fast dipping of his head means anything, and if that weren’t enough to give you a gist to how much he liked the idea, he isn’t afraid to say so.
“Anything that will leave me sore, I’m completely into. I like seeing the after effects.”
“Cum-eating and degradation?”
“Very eager to try.”
“Alright, anything else you’d like to add into the mix?”
Jinyoung muses, then shakes his head, to which you hum at.
“Now, Jinyoung, I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to answer with a very well thought-out response,” you raise an eyebrow at the brunette, eyeing him down like the first meal you’d seen in days, “Are you sure you want to do this?
Jinyoung can feel his heart thrum against his ribcage, like the hard beat of a drum, when he hears your words. You were definitely experienced in this, even someone with half a brain could tell. He could feel his lips stretch into a smile, an idea coming to mind as you gently set your champagne glass on the floor a couple steps away from your feet, then sit back up to cock your head to the side.
“If I’m being honest, Madame,” He scorns the name out, mocking your authority, “I don’t think you’ll be any better than the self-proclaimed ‘dom’s’ that I’ve been with.”
"Huh."
"I mean—look at what you're wearing—how am I supposed to believe that this is a dominatrix scene and not a sub session where I can easily just knock you around?"
Wow.
You can’t quite bite back the loud, boisterous peals of laughter that bubble up frrom your chest fast enough when you finally register his words after staring at him for a couple seconds, vacantly blinking at the brunette and trying to figure out if you heard him right. You wipe a tear from your eye, still tittering, “And what makes you think that just because I'm wearing delicate and frilly lingerie doesn't mean I can't fuck your guts out, Mr. Jinyoung the powerful CEO?”
Jinyoung frowns, “How do you know that I’m a CEO?”
God, this was getting more interesting by the moment.
Shaking your head, you rake your eyes up the sultry expose of his hardened calves and legs, slowly meeting his eyes once more, and grinning as you do so, “You must think I’m dumb. You act like that smug little face of yours isn’t plastered all over the city. Regardless..,” You lean forward, "Yes or no, Jinyoung? I promise, I'm well worth the money."
Jinyoung thinks for a moment, still in shock from the mention of his job, even if he already knows his answer before he says it. This was his chance to experience what he'd always wanted. Maybe. You already knew his kinks due to the form he had to fill out, as well as the little transaction, so he had no doubt that you knew which buttons to press, but he wanted to know if you could take him beyond his limits like he's always hoped for. If you knew how to press those buttons just right, or if you were just another let-down with a more professional look and platform. This was it, and he was going to make you work him over as much as you could.
"Yes, I'm sure I want to do this."
Jinyoung feels a shudder wrack his shoulders at how smoothly your facade transitioned to one of pure intimidation and stony expressions. The smile that once graced your seemingly sweet attributes was now wiped away and replaced with a carefully adept mask of indifference.
You keep his stare whilst you bend down to retrieve a big, black wooden box from beneath the bed, setting it beside you as you stand from your spot and lift the lid from the case to pull out a leather clasping, as well as a thick and textured blue dildo which was, admittedly, one of your biggest straps. You look to Jinyoung as you began attaching the proper clippings and belts in order to fasten it around your hips.
“On your knees.”
Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Jinyoung slowly pushes himself away from the chair and sinks down to his knees, mouth watering at the authority in your tone of voice, and blood beginning to heat underneath his skin as you secure the harness and move to close the distance between the both of you. Deft fingers trace the sharp lining of Jinyoung’s jaw, trailing a line to the dip of his chin before taking it between your thumb and forefinger with a force that worries the bone slightly.
He's pretty, you think. One of the prettiest men that have ever occupied your time as a dominatrix, with full lips and features that would deem him model-worthy. You smile. You would have fun making a mess of him.
“Safeword?”
Jinyoung is taken aback for a moment, allegedly in a daze to the golden view from below you. “Hm... 'Promotion'?" He smiles at his own small joke.
You hum, grabbing the ribbed silicone that stare back at Jinyoung, and pressing the tip to the seam of his mouth with short, prodding impels.
“Open,” you murmur.
He obeys, albeit after frowning slightly; letting his lips part to engulf the width of your strap, wasting no time in stooping his head lower so he could stop midway on your cock, his throat constricting around the foreign object now lodged in his passage. You moan down at him with a hand raking through the soft tresses of his hair in appreciation at his eagerness.
“Suck.”
And he does.
Jinyoung started out strong at first; bobbing his head as he craned his neck this way and that to really go in on you without hesitation, hollowing his cheeks and looking up at you with a determinbed look, but after a while of swallowing your cock like he had one chance to impress you, he makes a rasping sound in the back of his throat, vaguely like the creaking of bed springs, followed by a lewd slurping noise before he goes to pull away. You catch the back of his head with a hand, raising an eyebrow as you shove him back down to where he’d stopped previous.
Jinyoung gags, a beautiful, surprised chuck of sound that makes you sigh at the way he sought for purchase at your thighs, a poor attempt to steady himself when you were already pulling back to drive your cock back down his throat with a fist-full of his hair. A range of noises that originate from Jinyoung bounce off the walls of the room, mostly different variations of kecks and physical strains on his trachea, but some being choked-off whimpers and half-strangled gasps of which he could actually get in between you fucking into his face and withdrawing.
You finally slow your pace to more shallow strokes, and looking past the pretty shine of Jinyoung’s now tear-stained face, you can see the tent in the flap of his robe. You favor him with a devilish grin, one that he sadly can’t see due to staring down at where you had your cock in his mouth.
“Look at me, whore,” the stern demand comes out in a throaty growl as you use your hand, still laced within the damp tresses of his hair, to yank his head back and up at you, resulting in both a muffled yelp and the back of Jinyoung’s neck popping at the sudden movement.
The sight was immoral in every sense of the word. His swollen lips, which were wrapped around the pink cock strapped to your hips, were left hanging open with obvious smears of glistening drool, still seeping from the corners, his cheeks streaked over with it in some places and mixing the stream of drying tears falling from his wide eyes. You can hear him begin to gag around the strap, considering he is shoved down to the hilt, but you only push his head down and keep him there. Instead, staring in amusement at the way he sputters and coughs, wanting to savor how his face begins to turn a lovely shade of red. When you are certain he can’t breathe, you pull him off and let him drink in desperate gulps of much needed air, the soft peach color returning to his face when his lungs begin to relax.
Stunning, you think.
Jinyoung gasps when you force him up to his feet by his hair, practically stumbling when you turn the two of you around so you can then proceed to to shove him onto the bed, ignoring the groan of the springs due to the impact. His head is a mess from the influxion of air he experiences. Only the ache between his legs keeping Jinyoung tied to this world as he softly pants, laying on his forearms with glossy eyes locked on yours and how you follow suit; crawling onto the bed and taking place hovering right over him. Jinyoung moans lowly when you lean in to press open-mouthed kisses, hot and wet, against his jawline, your hand snaking down the expanse of his hidden body to pull at the tied robe sash, and you treat yourself with a peek down at how it falls open to reveal everything he had to offer. Smoothing your fingers along the breathtaking show of defined muscle and healthy flesh, you curse.
“Of course such a little brat would have a fantastic body...”
Jinyoung lets out a complacent laugh at your subtle annoyance. He knows he has a good body, and he knows he's attractive, which makes you all the more irritated, considering he is perfect in every way, and you have no doubt in your mind that he uses it to get what he wants.
“You sure are taking your time,” He gripes out, hoping to stir your anger.
You snicker at him, and without thinking too much of it, strike him across the face, not waiting for his head to fully turn to the left before you grab his cheeks, force him back to you, and slap him again.
Once. Twice. Three times.
You feel his cock twitch against your thigh, and his mouth parts in pleased shock as he breathes.
“Say it again, bitch"
"I said, you sure are taking your—Ah!"
He's momentarily shocked into silence when you immediately shove your hands under his waist to hoist Jinyoung's legs behind his head, essentially folding him in half and displaying his exposed bottom, which is just as gorgeous as everything else about him. That's saying something, because an asshole, dick, and balls shouldn't even be in the same sentence as 'gorgeous.'
Jinyoung doesn't have time to protest, because as soon as he opens his mouth to fuss, he feels a strong, harsh slap land right on his hole. He yelps, kicking his feet out the best he can until he cries out again upon registering the next three smacks that rain down on the same spot.
"Rude, rude, boy. Has nobody ever taught you that you shouldn't speak back to your Mistress?" You growl, blowing cool air over his fluttering rim before patting his ass gently, "Stay like this or else I'm shoving an inflatable plug up your ass and stretching you until you rip."
Shaky and wanting, Jinyoung let's out a breath, doing as you say and hooking his hands into the back of his knees in order to press down and stay in said position. It unfortunately does put a strain on his lower back, but as much as he likes punishment, he's not betting on having his poor butt mercilessly torn open like you promised.
"What's your favorite color?"
The question half-startles him, "Red...?"
"Good choice," You chirp, and like that, you're holding his legs in place again; dangling a bottle of reddish-tinted lube over him as you happily squirt the cool gel onto his hole and two of your fingers. You tease him—gently running your hand up the soft skin of his left leg whilst you push the pad of your digit against his entrance, letting it breach slightly before pulling back to do it again.
"Tell me you want it."
He groans, "I want it..."
"Yeah?" You lie your cheek on his thigh, staring down at him with narrowed eyes. You love how exposed he is right now. Vulnerable to your gaze, and letting you touch him in such lewd ways. You always liked these parts of your sessions—where you could see the raw arousal in their faces. Letting your hand slide from Jinyoung's thigh to his cock, you begin simultaneously stroking him and, finally, pushing your fingers into his ass. He suddenly jerks upwards the best he really can with his legs behind his head, and you already know that both the sensations combined feel odd for him.
"Does it hurt?" You ask, half-wanting him to say it does so you can see the look on his face when you add another finger. But he doesn't, thankfully, and you whisk away the sadistic thoughts that you don't really want there. Instead, he shakes his head with a weak noise of slight discomfort.
"It doesn't hurt, but it feels... Weird?" Jinyoung doesn't seem so sure of himself when he actually says the words out loud. The confused frown knitting his eyebrows together mimes that of someone who was deciding on whether they liked something or not.
"Mm. Give it a minute."
And he does. He breathes heavily at the still-going stimulation to his cock, furrowing his brows everytime you move your fingers in a strange way as you try and find a pace, then, like clockwork as your digits graze upwards of his walls, he gasps, loud and surprised.
"Oh? Did I find it?" You grin, raising an eyebrow whilst continuing to abuse that spot inside of him. You revel in the way he moans. It's actually very melodical, everytime he reaches a high note it sounds like he's about to start singing, and it catches you off-guard when he keens before letting his lower body fall against the bed.
You tsk and shrug, "I was gonna be nice but it looks like you're just itching for punishment."
"Well what the hell did you expect when you put me in a painful position like-"
Thwap!
You give him another good slap to the face, then, almost too aggressively, force him to the edge of the bed so you can bend him over.
"Don't look at me, keep your eyes on the floor or I'll make it worse," you murmur, and with a mischievous smile, you walk over to the large black closet to the side of your bed. You can hear Jinyoung's heavy breathing reverberating throughout the room the entire time it takes to fetch your trusty cane and take position back behind Jinyoung.
The cane is long, about the height of a relatively high-standing desk, and decorated with accents of blood red while the rest is tinted a ravishing mulberry purple. It's thick at the top which makes it easy to hold onto, and it begins to slight as it reaches the the tip, which is skinny and carefully rounded.
"So, here's what we're gonna do," you begin, running your fingers up and down the polished rattan, "I am going to hit you with this cane as hard as I can, and you are going to count each and every stroke that I put on your thighs and backside. Do you hear me?"
Jinyoung sucks in a breath, but nods his head nonetheless.
"Come on, you know better. I need you to say it."
"Yes, I hear you."
"Hear you, what?" You lean forward to whisper into the shell of his ear, enjoying the way he lets out a small whimper and pushes his ass back against you.
"Yes, I hear you, Mistress..."
"Good Boy. Now, spread your legs a bit, and when you feel the cane, begin counting."
Jinyoung does as told easily enough; widening the space between his feet until his legs stand out in a small 'v' shape, and waiting in anticipation for you to begin the punishment. He can hear the blood rush in his ears.
Shwoop- thwack!
The pain that surges in a line against both cheeks is nothing short of winding. He thought it'd sting a bit at most but fuck, he had trouble keeping his legs from wobbling.
"One!" He shrills.
Shwoop- thwack!
"Two!"
Shwoop- thwack!
"T-Three!"
It feels like it goes on for forever if he's being honest. It's the same pain, but it gets worse with each swing and cut. It doesn't help that your cane had broken skin and drawn blood every couple strokes to both the backs of his thighs and cheeks, and you kept on hitting the same wounds.
"Twenty... twenty-one.."
"My good boy.. you did so, so well," You all but coo, dropping the cane to the floor with a thud as you lean forward to drape yourself over his back, careful not to make contact with his injuries whilst you trail your fingers between his legs so you can continue stroking his cock, grip loose and barely touching him with each swipe over his shaft.
"It hurts...!" Jinyoung's voice wavers, and you can finally hear the submission in his tone. You like hearing him like this; on the edge of breaking down, sobbing out his pain and pleasure, and all for you.
You smile, tightening your fist around his tip and holding it there just to savor the way he cries out and reaches down to try and stop your administrations, "But you like when it hurts, don't you? You like seeing how bad of a boy you'd been, and you like feeling those repercussions wear off even more, no?"
"N-no..."
"Mistress doesn't like liars, baby. Say you're sorry and maybe I'll make the pain feel better," You hum, only the slightest of touches ghosting against Jinyoung's nipples, butterfly kisses on the back of his ear.
"I'm sorry.. I-I'm sorry..!"
"Move up the bed. Hands and knees, still."
He's crying as he carries out your command, you realise. Tears, shiny, like the first drops of rain, run in flexuous tracks down his cheeks, and a blush dusts the ball of his nose. He makes no noise, but you can see the stutter of his chest and the way his breath hitches everytime he tries to take in a full inhale.
"See what happens when you don't listen to your Mistress? She has to hurt you, and she doesn't quite like hurting you to the point of drawing blood," you sigh and can't help but frown at the marks left on his body, especially the way you can identify the blooming bruises, which range from pretty shades of red to slowly darkening purples. Not to mention the many long cuts that litter just above the bruises.
"I-I'm sorr-sorry," Jinyoung involuntarily hiccups, and the way he reaches back and out for your top, tugging at the hem to get you to come closer, undoubtedly makes your mask slip a bit.
"Don't-.. don't look at me like that.."
But he keeps doing it. He keeps looking at you with those eyes. Those eyes that plead and beg in only the ways that make your body light aflame with desire to see him break completely under your touch.
"Fuck me... Please fuck me," He whispers, still looking at you from over his shoulder and holding onto your camisole.
"I bet you do. You've had that look in your eyes ever since you walked through the door. Don't worry, though. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you hard enough to make your mind go blank, and I'll fuck you good enough that everytime you touch yourself, you'll wish it was my hands instead of yours," you crawl onto the mattress and keep direct eye contact as you do so. You want him to take in the fire in your eyes, and know that you mean everything you say.
And from the way he whines upon your hand encasing his throat when you take place behind him, lining yourself up with his entrance with your breath hot on the back of his neck, he gets the memo.
"Have you ever had a cock inside you, Jinyoung?"
"Only finger-ers," He gasps out, still catching his breath to make coherent sentences as his crying dies down.
You nod into his shoulder, "We're gonna take this part slow, then, okay? Deep breaths.. I'm pushing inside, now."
The stretch is slow and, admittedly, overwhelming; the way your strap's textured shaft tenses his walls around the thickness of it's outer layers has him clutching and the sheets and making all sorts of noises, from groans to whimpers, from low-tones to high-notes, then finally, you bottom out. Your hips meet the plush skin of his ass, which he yelps at, and you take a moment to massage the column of his neck, trying to get him to relax as much as possible. It is his first time with a dick up his ass, after all, and he'd just taken a brutal punishment with, from the looks of it, painful consequences.
"What's the traffic light say, Jinyoung?"
He knows what it means, and when he's actually asked the question, it sparks a sort of satisfaction in him. He means wow, someone who actually checks in with him during sex and doesn't just do whatever they want without making sure he's ok with it.
"Green. Just go slow, please? It still hurts a bit."
He's surprised when you actually listen to him, and begin pacing yourself slower; careful movements of your hips, barely even registered as thrusts, and soft brushes over the hardness of his nipples once again as a distraction from any lingering uncomfort.
"Is it ok to go faster?"
He nods, and turns his face to the side so he can look at you properly. He looks so good like this; watery eyes and a needy expression painted on his face like glass.
It's then that you find yourself kissing him.
It catches him off-guard, obviously, but he leans into it nonetheless, and damn did you know how to kiss. Your lips were sweet against his, mouth moving in tune with his own and it was quite easy for you to take control of things. One squeeze to his throat and he was putty.
You don't even notice that you're thrusting into him too fast until he grabs at your hip from behind and whines into your mouth, which makes you want to go all the more faster, but you don't. You groan, nibbling his lip before you pull away with a grin, and weave your hand into his hair so you can gently push his face into the covers. His arch is gorgeous. Just like the rest of him, you think.
"Jesus, you're a sight.. you know that?"
From the neat curtain of bangs, you can faintly see Jinyoung smile, "Do you like it?"
"Baby you know I like it," You curse as you smooth a hand down the sultry slope of his back, all muscled and strong yet delicate in a way that you find hard to explain.
He moans, loud and clear for you, "Then show me, mistress. Please?"
'Showing him' would be an understatement of what you did. It was like you were possessed; one moment he was on his hands and knees, looking back at you with that fucking face, and the next, you had him flipped over on his back, drilling into him like your life depends on it. You don't know how long you fuck him, but you know that you were in a daze as you snap back to the present.
It's brutal, the way you pound into him. Rough, animalistic, and downright cruel. He's trying his best to stay tethered to this world, but you make it extremely hard with the way you bull his knees into his own chest and stare at him, long and heavy, with each other's foreheads touching and a hand jerking him off at a rapid speed. He wails and cries out every couple seconds, his voice now strained in his throat and wearing thin like the threads of an old spiderweb.
"Is this what you fucking wanted? Huh? Well here it is so fucking take it, bitch. Take it all and don't you dare waste it or else I swear you'll regret it," You growl, your teeth clenched hard enough to put pressure on your gums as you unhook your arm from under his left knee and instead use it to choke him. He struggles at the lack of blood going to his brain, but nods regardless.
"I-I'm c—oh my god please—I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-"
"Then fucking cum, you filthy whore. Do it, all over your stomach. Make Mistress proud, hm? Make her proud of her good little fuck doll, I know you can do it, baby."
Letting go of Jinyoung's throat has more of an effect than you anticipated. The influx of air and blood, paired with his approaching orgasm, quite literally throws him headfirst into his climax. His mouth falls open in a silent scream as he writhes and twitches, spilling white on his lower abdomen, and one shot even glances him on the collarbones.
It's silent for a moment as he catches his breath, still shaking, and that's when you make the decision of discarding your strap-on into the basket near your closet with a single toss. Jinyoung, on the other hand, is on cloud 9. He feels like he's floating in a golden sea of bliss, which clouds of cotton candy hanging overhead, and he barely registers it when he feels your fingers on his body once again.
He looks down, "Hm..?"
"Pfft holy shit, look at you," You bring your palm to your mouth as you giggle at the man's euphoria, "Yeah.. Oh yeah, you're definitely feeling it, huh? Told you I was worth the money."
"No shit. That was... Jesus, that was insane."
"Mm thanks, pretty. Sit still, I'll be right back."
You hop up off the bed with another quick glance at Jinyoung before you disappear behind a misty glass door. While you're doing.. whatever you're doing, Jinyoung takes the time to sit up and try and find a comfortable position because of course it's now that everything finally settles in.
"Ow, fuck!" He hisses at the pain of trying to sit on his ass with all the cuts on it.
"Yeah, about that, put your butt up for a moment?"
He frowns, but upon seeing the tube of ointment in your hand as well as baby wipes and a lollipop, sighs and reluctantly bends over.
"I know, I know, but don't worry, it'll only sting a bit. Also, make sure to apply some Neosporin or disinfectant on the backs of your thighs and bottom until they begin to scab up." You drone on about how to take care of the injuries whilst applying the salve, the basics on how to not exercise while they're still open because the sweat can cause an infection, the usual things. When you're done both rubbing the medicine on him and giving him a jog through cautions, you finally twist the covering on the tube of ointment and reach for the wet wipes before meeting Jinyoung's eyes again.
"Roll on your back, please. Feet up in the air and spread your legs so I can see everything."
"Why?"
"Because," you smile, already nudging him to move into position, "You're all messy. I need to clean you up, don't I? Now come here, I even have a lollipop for you since you did so well."
It's soft how you take care of him, Jinyoung thinks. The mood switch is completely different from what you were like when you were fucking him like you hated him, because now, you're so concerned about whether you're pressing the wipes too hard onto his skin as you swipe the cold sheet between his legs and rear end.
"I'm sorry," you say, slowing down on cleaning him to snort at how hard he sucks on the light green candy, admiring how at peace he looks with the warm expression he wears.
"For what?"
"I probably went a little too hard on you. This was your first actual time with an experienced domme, and I'm afraid that I could've ruined it for future references."
"Oh no, don't feel bad. I liked it."
"You did?" Your eyebrows shoot up.
"Of course. This is probably the best I've felt in literal months."
And he smiles. He smiles genuinely one of the most breathtaking smiles you've ever seen, with a slight fan of creasing around his eyes from the rise of his cheeks, and a laugh like pure beauty. You return it.
"Well, I'm glad I could help, Jinyoung. Now, I think it's about time for you to go, considering the session is officially over, and you most likely have a lot of work in the morning," You wink and stand from your spot on the bed.
Jinyoung allows you to help him back inside his robe, even rub the dried tear tracks off his cheeks, and before he knows it, he's slowly walking away from your assigned room, looking back at you as you stand in the doorway with a hand on your hip.
"Goodbye, Madame Black."
"Goodbye, Mr. CEO. Come again sometime, I'm sure you'd love to be taken down another peg."
Mark kinda strikes me as a vanilla guy, so I don’t really see him having too many kinks. He just wants to feel good and he’s pretty open to any idea his s/o might have. Something he might really like is marking (because he loves the way those purple hickeys look on his skin) and dressing up for his partner - whether it’s crossdressing, role-playing or literally anything else.
Jaebum
Maybe it's not a kink, but this man loves facesitting. Well, he likes oral in general, but there's something about having his s/o right on his face that drives him crazy (or, if his s/o has a penis, he loves laying on his back and letting them fuck his throat, especially if there's a visible bulge). Loves edging and denial, and there's no one who can take it like he does. Seriously. You could edge him for hours and then not allow him to finish, and he wouldn't be bothered at all. He might even thank you.
Jackson
Pet play. Pet play. Pet play. Call him ‘puppy’, put a pretty collar on him and he’ll be the happiest man on earth. Seriously. He might get a little bit too excited, though, so he’ll need to be put in in his place. No need to worry about being too harsh on him, he can take it. Whipping might be his favourite form of punishment ever.
Jinyoung
Absolutely loves being blindfolded. There’s something about not being able to see what his s/o is doing/is about to do that drives him insane. He also really likes having his wrists tied above his head, but he’s not that willing to admit it. Last thing: it might not be a kink, but he adores using sweet pet names (i.e. darling, sweetie, love) to address his s/o, and loves it even more when they use it for him.
Youngjae
The sweetest sub ever, he loves praise so much that he's willing to do anything just to be told how good he is for his s/o. Will melt the moment you call him a good boy, face flushed and almost incapable of holding back his giggles. Loves having his body worshipped just as much as he loves worshipping his s/o's body.
Bambam
A brat who needs to be tamed, and thoroughly enjoys it. Dirty talking is one of the things he loves the most, especially if degradation is included. Likes the idea of being 'forced' to do something, mostly because he wants to see how his s/o will deal with his brattiness (he'll probably refuse to do anything, no matter what it is, and then say "make me" just to annoy his s/o).
Yugyeom
This boy has a noona/hyung kink and you can’t convince me otherwise. He absolutely adores using honorifics with his s/o, especially during sex. The only time he purposefully doesn’t use them is when he’s acting bratty - doesn’t happen often, but when it does, this boy knows exactly what to do to receive the punishment he craves.
⤷notes - here you go, bub! sorry for the wait, and fair warning, i’m not the best at writing brats.
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you had to refrain from gritting your teeth as jinyoung flirted with a jyp trainee yet again. you knew he was doing it on purpose and just to rile you up and push your buttons, and also knew he wouldn’t dream of being with someone else — yet it still managed to have jealousy bubble up within you at the sight.
he noticed how you seemed to get jealous, and stopped his teasing with the trainee. he strides over to you, and sat down beside you. “what’s wrong, y/n?” he asked with mock innocence. “we’re leaving.” you say, and you don’t even answer his initial question. you stand up, and tug him by his wrist out of the practice room. “what’s the matter? can’t handle a bit of teasing?” he mocked you.
you were growing impatient, and you knew there was quite a bit until you made it to privacy. “i can, but can you?” you countered, and he was confused by your statement until you pulled him into a bathroom. you flipped the light switch on, and pushed him farther into the restroom. you didn’t lock the door so anyone spcoukd walk and and see what the both of you were doing.
you stood behind him as he tried to avoid his appearance in the mirror. your hands wrapped around him and roamed his chest. you undid the buttons of his button down, and untucked it from his jeans. next you went to his belt, unbuckled it and threw it to a corner of the room. he had to resist the urge to moan when your fingers brushed over his erection.
you tugged his pants down, just enough to gain acess to his briefs which were getting tighter by the moment. a patch of precum dribbled through the fabric, and you smirked. “very needy for someone who was just flirting a few minutes ago.” you told him as a hand reached up to tweak one of his nipples. “how can i n-not be when you’re t-touching me like this...” he murmurs.
you hum at his answer, move your hands to tug down his briefs, just enough to free his cock from the confinement of his briefs. he inhales sharply at the feeling of the cool air, and practically melts when he feels you wrapping a hand around him.
“let’s see how long it takes you to cum.” you mumbled, chin sitting on his shoulder as you moved your hand slowly. “look at yourself, baby.” you told him, using your other hand to force his head up. his eyes snapped to look at himself in his reflection, and he moaned at the sight. his hair was falling into his face, his lips were pouty and parted slightly as more breathy moans left his lips.
he was grinding his hips forward to gain more friction against your hands, thighs shivering as he tried to close them. “legs spread.” you told him, and he does what you say reluctantly, spreading his legs farther out as your hand moved even faster.
“i’m getting close.” he warned, words shaky. his grip on the sink had his knuckles turning white, hips bucking faster and faster into your closed fist. “i’m- im gonna cum-“ he moans, eyes closing. “no you’re not. you’re going to hold it in until i give you permission.” you told him, punctuating your words with a kiss to his neck that soon turned into a dark red mark of a hickey.
he was beginning to become more and more obedient as you continued, tears even beginning to brim his eyes as he held off on his orgasm for as long as possible. “p-please? i’m sorry! i-i won’t flirt a-anymore. please let me cum.” he pleads, tears rolling down his cheeks as he looks at himself pathetically in the mirror.
“no, baby. i still don’t think you’ve earned it enough yet.” you murmur and place a kiss to his shoulder. his attention is drawn away from his reflection as he hears footsteps coming towards the door. he looks at you in a state of aroused panic.
“y/n, s-someone’s coming, haah...” his head drops, and he expects you to slow down, even a bit, but you do the opposite and speed up. “oh well. let’s see how well you can keep your composure.” you tell him, a devilish grin making it’s way on your face.
as if on cue, someone knocks into the door and you can practically feel junyoung break into a panic. “someone in there?” the voice asks. “y-yes! mmmh-“ he does his best to give a steady answer, but it’s cut off when you flatten your hand over the tip.
the footsteps seemingling leave though, and jinyoung is looking at you through the reflection of the mirror with ready eyes. he didn’t have time to complain though, because your hand was steady moving and your thumb was swirling around the tip.
“you can cum now, baby. you deserve it.” you told him, kissing down his neck sweetly. his eyes move to his own reflection and the sight has him coming. eyes rolling back, a few tears slipping past his eyes, thighs shaking against you.
his cum lands in the sink but mostly in your hands. he was panting when you pulled away, legs shaking a bit as he watched you clean up.
“you feel okay?” you asked, clean hands moving up to settle on his cheeks. “yes, thank you.” he’s always shy after the both of you do something, so his behavior is to be expected.
“okay, let’s try and sneak out and go home.” you murmured, pulling your hands away and unlocking the door. he follows you mindlessly.
