Warnings? : Dom!Reader x Sub! Mark. Reader does call mark some names and teases him a lot. Mark is..a pervert in this lol and soooo pathetic. Also degradation and praise galore. He also like.. lies bout bein sick lol.
Synopsis: Mark has a kink. Praise and degradation, and once you find out you're happy to help him out with it.
I got a beta reader in this hoe! Shout out to lovely, wonderful, stunning @sobbingscripter
Thank her ! Now you won't be subjected to my horrible dyslexia lmao
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Author note; Now,, all I kinda went lil crazy with the dialogue, it's like filthy?? Srry if he's a lil OOC, I just wanted to write a down right pitiful mark.. and I think I succeeded!
This is my first ever invincible Drabble! I don't tend to do them very often, so enjoy. Hey btw .: I like comments and reblogs tell me what you think okay?
Mark has a praise kink. You didn’t realize it at first,of course.
Who just randomly daydreams about their good friend’s kinks, not you, at least not intentionally.
It started simple, you had tutored Mark. With all the new hero shit he’s been thrown through, getting his grades up in college was the most difficult thing for him.
That’s when you graciously helped; late night study sessions with him after missions, early morning calls to go over answers before exams.
An unexpected call at 8:30 am in the morning wakes you, and it's Mark screaming about the 80 he just got on the test, worth 60% of his grade.
Your sleepy grin is all you remember as you promise to bring celebratory drinks later, “Good job, Mark! I knew you could do it!”
He pauses before you yawn, letting him know you’re going back to sleep now.
You don’t notice the breathy, stuttered goodbye he says as the phone clicks off.
Next time you're at Comic Con; he’s dressed as Séance Dog, you didn’t tell Mark what you were gonna be dressed as, with you adamant of it being a surprise for him.
His breath falters when he sees you, your legs out and oiled in a “sexy” invincible leotard.
“Surprise~”
Thank god, he was sitting and he had a cape because the boner he popped was massive.
“You look great!”
Your giggle pinpoints his cock, “You look even better, what a good boy you are!” You ruffle his hair, his eyes widen.
“Wha— good boy?”
“Oh, pfft sorry—, cus you're Seance Dog! He’s a dog, dogs are always good boys!”
“Speakin’ of, the panel of authors and animators is about to start. We need to get there like now, cus I already know people are fightin’ over seats.”
You skip off, not bothering to look behind you, and thank god because if you did, your eyes would be glued to the fucking snake in his pants.
‘ they said I'm a good boy, i'm a good boy, ’ kept chanting in his mind.
His cock did not know a moment of peace that night, with your words echoing through his mind.
His bedsheets dripped with sweat and cum as his cock softened for the 12th time.
Used tissues littered his room as he milked the last bit of cum.
Your phone call shakes him out of his sex haze, it’s a daily ritual of y’alls. You talk about your day and he does the same, trying to keep a sense of normalcy, with him being a hero, it’s hard to see each other every time.
You again, don’t notice his wavering voice as his hands pick up the pace again. His poor cock is beaten to hell, as the sloppy noises fill his room, his mouth press in a thin line.
“Mark, you okay?”
“Yea— yesyesyes, I’m okay…”
Your brow furrows, “Okay, we don’t have to keep talkin’ y’know? I can hang up if your bus—“
“Nonononono, please don’t hang up!” His words rush out in a whimper before he can stop himself.
“Okay! Jesus! ‘M sorry I won’t hang up. You're a needy lil thing today, aren’t ya?”
Mark whines, an honest to god whine. Silence insues, he fucked up.
“Mark, are you sick or somethin’?”
“I— I.. yes!” Mark does a terrible fake cough, “Mmhn, ‘m catchin’ a cold”
“Aww poor baby..”
A whimper slips through his lips, “yes, yeah yeah… mhn… poor me.”
“Wan’ me come over and take care of you, ya big baby?”
“Yesyesyes please,” another muffled plea from Mark as his fingers brush the tip of his head..
“Okay, I’m on my way with chicken soup!”
*Click*
Mark blinks, a dopey smile plays on his lips.
Oh shit.
Oh god, he wasn’t thinking straight, he’s not even sick! His bed creaks from the sudden upright movement.
His eyes darted around his room, oh shitshitshit.
His body zips around his room as he picks up his tissues and throws his soiled sheets in the washer, putting fresh linens on in the span of a second.
The next second, you were already knocking at the door.
“Maaarkkk, you in there buddy?”
His hands move in frenzy, rubbing his nose as hard as he can to make it a rosy red, jogging side to side to give himself a sweaty appearance, and finally a wet, cold folded cloth placed over his forehead before unlocking the door and hastily making his way back to his bed.
Clearing his throat before he speaks, mustering up his best “sick” voice, “Doooorss opppewwennn!!”
The door whines as you enter, Mark’s ears twitch as he hears you set down the homemade soup.
Clashing dishes in the kitchen before your feet shuffle into his room.
Your eyes ooze sympathy when you see his face.
“Awe, my poor baby.”
Mark throws out a helpless whine as he motions grabby hands for you to come to him.
“‘M sooo siick.., think I got somethin’ from space travelin’ too much.”
You back up slightly, “you’re not— like contagious are you?”
Mark shakes his head rapidly, shit. ‘Think, think, make up a lie, make up a lie.’
“Noooo, uh—“ he coughs, “Robot says it isn’t..annd who am I to argue with a super genius!” He coughs another time, for good measure.
“Uh okay!” You slink back over to him, flopping down next to him. “Here, big baby open your mouth up for soup.”
Mark’s mouth opens with a pop, light pink adores his cheek, god he’s pathetic.
“God, you’re shameless, aren’t ya?”
“Immm sickkk—!” He’s definitely milking it, but can you blame him, hearing you pity him like this, it gets him going.
”It’s kinda cute,” you spoon more liquid into his mouth. “I like takin’ care of your needy ass.”
“You do?” His eyes flutter, if he wasn’t ‘sick’, you’d mistake his tinted cheeks as a blush.
“Mm, yeah I like taking care of my friends and family. Plus, you take care of the whole galaxy, Mark. The least I can do is look after you when you need it.”
Mark blinks, then blinks again.
“Sorry layin’ it on too thick? My bad.” You pull back the spoon trembling slightly, the soup swishing around.
His hand hastily grabbed your wrist, “No no not at all, please praise me more.”
“What?”
“Praise me ..more, please”
Your heart burns, bubbling with desire. Shit, should you feel this way about your best friend especially when he’s sick? Is he even in the right headspace?
“You’re.. such a good hero, Mark. I feel so safe when you're around.”
Mark’s breath caught, “‘more?” His fingers squeeze your wrist softly, then release.
“Mark, you’re not — you’re not in the right headspace you aren’t.. you don’t know what you’re sayin’...” your hand caresses over his as you lick your lips.
“If— if I was in the right headspace, would you?”
You bite your lip, sighing “ Yes.. yes—“
“I’m not sick.”
“What?”
“I’m not sick, I lied. Please praise me now.”
Your arms snatch away from him, “You little liar!”
He pouts, sitting up, removing the cold towel. “I wanted you to take care offf meeee!”
“You could’ve just asked, I’d come over regardless!”
Your arms cross against your chest, “you don’t even deserve my homemade soup!”
Mark whines again, “nooo I like your souuup!”
“Why’d you lie! If you like my soup you, again. Could’ve just asked!“
“I—..it’s cus I don’t know! I just thought.. I just couldn’t think of anything else..to get you here.”
“Mark..” your eyes rake over his face. A cute pout plays on his lips and his brows furrowed like a puppy being scolded.
“I just .. mm, thought if I played sick you’d praise me more..”
“Oh..? Oh!” You kiss your teeth, as you stare at your best friend.
“Mark, lift your bed covers for me real quick.”
“Why..” his eyes narrow.
“I think you know why—“
“Noooope.”
“Dude, you totally have a boner right, don’t you?”
“No— I- don’t know what you’re talkin’ about!”
You shift your eyes to the rising spot in the covers, point a finger, “Right.. uh-huh..” your face deadpans.
His legs shoot to his chest nearly knocking the wind outta of him.
“Shit.”
“You’re a fuckin’ pervert dude! Wait wait! Is that why you sounded like that over the phone? Oh my god were you—?”
Mark's eyes dart away from yours, bury his face in his hands after.
“Oh my god, you were! You were jerkin’ off to my voice!” The shrill of your voice carried through his apartment.
“I— SHHH! Keep your voice down!” Mark grabs your collar, the jerky movement causes you to bend over him awkwardly, your chest over his lap.
“Augh- sorry! Shit sorry. I — just— “
Your hand brushes against his cock as you sit up, a strangled groan graces your ears as he grabs your hand again.
“Sorry again— uh don’t touch ther—uh!”
Your other hand grips his covered cock running your fingers over it.
“Tsk no, Mark, isn’t this what you wanted?”
“I— “
Devious grin splits your face as you rip the covers off him, a rush of cold air cools his body, your eyes stare at his boner.
“Ha, got a third leg here, huh?”
“Dude— this is so embarrassing, please don’t tease me..” his hands tug across his face as he speaks.
“Nahh, you said you wanted to be praised, right?”
Another whimper slips past his lip.
“Mark, be a good boy for me, use your words.” God, you were having too much fun mocking him.
“Fuckkk! Don—don’t talk like that!”
Your hand inches into his thin boxer, a hiccup in his breath as you cup his cock.
“You sound so pretty right, you know that?”
“Mmhn no— I “
“No, you’re right, you sound so deliciously pathetic right, I never thought I’d hear you this way.” Your lips ghost the side of his face as you start to pump, a soft sob bubbles from him.
“Imagine everyone knowing the mighty Invincible is such a whiny bitch in bed, hm?”
“Stooopp being meaaan!” Mark’s pitiful wails heighten as his cock twitches in your hands.
“Oh, so you like bein’ degraded and praise? Tsk, what a combooo..!”
“I don’t—! I- just your voice and I’m- I’m over—whelmed! Right now, okay!”
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re throbbing like you’re about to blow, are you? Hm?” Your tongue drags against his ear as your lazy tugs cloud his mind.
“ ‘m nooot! “
“Okay, can you be a good puppy for me and only cum when I tell you to?”
“Uh-huh, yesyes,” his throat bobs, “I can— I can be a good boy, please.”
“Aw okay, I believe you,” your lips slip down his neck, earning another groan, your teeth nip his skin.
“Let’s see how long you can hang on.”
oh, he was fucked.
You realize, he doesn’t just have a praise kink, he has a degradation kink too.
Thragg’s kid!robin: i need to peg that old man, maybe that will fix him.
Huh I really haven't written much actual smut for this fandom? Aside from the bit in EP (and a bunch in p2). Tbf I usually enjoy writing the build-up/emotions side more, but I didn't write a whole BDSM series with a sub emperor character not to use those skills lmao - even if it's just a light snippet for now
Out of all of this life’s accomplishments, you feel like pegging the head honcho of the Viltrum Empire ought to be worth a few accolades. Maybe a medal or two.
Y’know, for doing your part in keeping the empire functioning so effectively.
“Stay still,” you remind Mark, pressing a hand to his lower back to pin him down flat to the desk. Can’t be comfy for his hard cock, but he hasn’t voiced complaints about that yet. Probably helps that the wooden desk’ll splinter before his wood will take damage. “You know you’re not meant to move yet.”
“You’re taking longer than usual,” he grumbles, which should be less cute coming from arguably the most powerful man in the explored universe. Instead, it enhances it to downright adorable levels.
Shame you can’t see his face when he’s looking ahead toward his chair, chin on his forearm. He blushes pretty easily, once you get down to it, and this always sets him off. This being him facedown on his desk, stripped naked of everything except his boots, ass hanging over the edge and legs spread.
Not spread far as you’d like, so you nudge them wider with yours. Much better.
“I’m admiring the view,” you tell him - probably not for the first time? Yeah, you do objectify him a lot, huh. Good thing it married (ha) nicely with his praise kink; the shiver isn’t all down to the squeeze of his asscheek, though it helps. “You need to involve this feature more often in your diplomatic ventures. Who could fight a war with such fine artwork on the line?”
“Oh my god,” he whines, the big baby. As if you can’t see the back of his neck turning red. “Have I told you yet you’re the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met? Seriously.”
“Maybe once or twice.” But hey, you can be nice, so you snag the lube.
Space lube? Eh, it pumps out from a bottle the same as the type you’re used to, and it definitely does the job. Slicks up your thumb and fingers, and you don’t give it time to warm up before starting to finger him open.
“Damn, you’re really stressed today,” you mutter as you feel out how tense he is. It’s extra obvious with all his back on display, and you rub your other hand over his lower back, thumbs teasing at the knots. Nice and slow for him; you checked, and the next meeting isn’t for a couple hours. “Should’ve called me in earlier.”
“Couldn’t do-” He cuts off with a stuttered groan when your finger eases in. Can’t feel that good yet, but it’s not just about going for the home run. Nah, it’s all this…shivering process of giving in, letting go, and he takes longer some days compared to others. “Couldn’t do this, earlier. Too busy.”
You roll your eyes and pinch his asscheek, making his breath catch. “Then I’d have blown you. Or let you fuck me. You need to communicate, boss.”
Ah, he’s tensing up again. “Don’t call me boss.”
Not today, huh?
“Please. You know I don’t actually give a fuck about your position.” You go back to rubbing his lower back, tracing his spine with just enough pressure for him to feel it. Really feel it - you’re not at his level, but this body has a few centuries behind it. Nice contrast to keeping the slow slide of your finger a gentle, low focus.
“Though I’m a big fan of this position for you, Mark.” His name still feels a little strange on your tongue. But you suppose he is your Mark now, as messed up as the circumstances are.
“You suit it. Shame I can’t keep you bent over your desk all day. No work, no stress, just…” At his faint sigh, the slight tremble in his thighs, you test a second finger. Much easier now. “This.”
Well, and maybe a few steps after. You didn’t pick out a brand new strap - with the alien bonus of actual feeling, which almost makes up for not having your own freaky alien cock - just to not use it on him when clearly, today’s been one where he needs to get fucked until his brain dissolves.
“Sounds good,” he mumbles, so he might already be on his way there.
Parings : sub idol ! mark and dom ! afab idol trainee
warnings: Reader is mean, mark is kinda a dick in the beginning, dry humping, hand riding, handjob, porn with "plot" ?, mark is extremely desperate, creampie, Yuna and Yeonjun are mentioned, not proofread (sorry), mark cries
a/n: he cries he cried he croed.
English is my first language i'm just illiterate sometimes sorry heh
W.C: 1.8k
!!MINORS DNI!!
You checked your phones screen once more, seeing yet another message from Mark Lee, a fellow member of your new company you had just joined. He had always been flirty behind closed doors, but obviously nothing actually happened. You were close because he was your groups mentor, but with you being the groups oldest member and leader, you always felt a slight competition with him. Which wasn't necessarily good or bad.. but it definitely sparked some competitive emotions from you both. On camera obviously he was so distant that fans would even make videos of you two, claiming you were an annoying fan of his that only joined the company to get close to him. If only they knew how he really was with you.. their heads would explode. The videos didn't bother you all that much, and you naturally just assumed it was his personality to be hot and cold at times.
The bright screen stung your eyes against the darkness of the party you were at. He had sent possibly 10 or more texts. You look back up at Yuna, ignoring his messages again and again.
"So yeah, it's just been crazy trying to schedule everything involved with the debut you know.." You say to her and a couple other girls, taking a sip of your soda.
She nodded back at you, with a concerned expression. "No yeah totally, I remember those days. It was such a pain." After she finished her sentence you felt a pair of large arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into their chest.
"Hey." You heard Marks distinct voice in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. You were taken aback and also were quite embarrassed due to the glares you received from the other idols at the party. This was definitely NOT a good look for someone as new as you. A "Rookie".
"What're you doing?" He asked.
You break from his grasp. "Talking with my friends," you reply coldly attempting to break from his grasp. He sighs, "Well I need to talk to you." He murmurs, trying to grab you by your wrist to bring you somewhere, to which you resist.
"I actually was just going to go do- something important." You make up on the spot. Why do you have listen to everything he has to say when he never lets you speak? You make your way through the amount of people, towards Yeojun who was playing beer pong. Yeonjun was someone you looked up to in your company, but he was also someone you'd consider to be a close friend since you went to the same middleschool. He was there for you through every middle-school-heart-break that tore you apart in the tween love kinda way. The emotional support was mutual though, because when he was rejected ONE TIME out of many, his ego was the most hurt you've ever seen and you were there for him.
"Hey, something up?" He pauses. His members sighed and protested in annoyance at him pausing their "intense" game right at its peak.
"No.. I just wanted to see what you were up to." You said looking at him in a "help this guys is following me" kinda way right as mark walked up behind you. He glances between you and mark to let you know he was directly behind you.
"You two know each other?" Yeonjun asked, pulling the oblivious kinda act.
Mark scoffed. "Had the same question." Yeonjun looked down at you, narrowing his eyes seeking some kind of response, or some word of what the hell you wanted him to do right now.
"Look bro, she's jus' gonna play some pong with us real quick. That alright?" Yeonjun hoped he was playing this right.
"So you're tryna get her drunk? If you knew her you'd know y/n can't drink for shit." Well this was embarrassing. Did he really just have to scream that in front of your entire agencies population. Just tell the whole world at that point.
Yeonjun was taken aback by Mark's accusation, "W- Huh?" You were so done. You grabbed marks ear, yanking it so hard he had to lean down to your height. "OW OWWWW" He exclaimed as you dragged him to a random open bathroom and locked the door behind you. Mark was rubbing his red swollen ear, "What the hell is wrong with you-?" but was he was abruptly interrupted by a slap landing across his face, only adding to his existing pain.
He stood there for a multiple of seconds, honestly in too much shock to move. "Can't I ever do one thing without you hanging over my shoulder? Even when I was a trainee for fucks sake I couldn't teach my team one dance myself without you taking over. It was so fucking exhausting you know that?" You raked your fingers through your hair, scrunching your nose in anger. "And now you're doing this bull shit infront of the company?" You were trying to regain your composure, until you heard a small noise come from mark. Did he just-
Mark wasn't staying silent because he was hurt, or because he was listening to your lecture. He was turned on. Fucking turned on. It was a small whimper that fell from his mouth. You let out a small breathy laugh, as you look down noticing the tent in his pants.
"Is this some sort of joke?" You say, still in a slight anger filled tone. "Do you really have a boner right now? for real?" He looked down, immediately attempting to cover himself.
"Wh- No I s-swear it's not what it looks like..." His demeanor completely changed. He was like a scared mouse afraid to be eaten by a hawk, you in this situation. He was squirming as you abruptly grabbed his hand that was covering himself and swatted it out of the way. His light colored pants now having a small wet patch on them.
You laughed again, louder this time. "Aww, what would your trainees that look up to strong leader mark think right now seeing you like this?" You teased walking closer to him as he stepped back. Eventually you closed the gap, pushing him against the wall, gaining a small whine from mark. This would be fun.
"Damn, stop it.." He proteste through clenched teeth. You looked down again. "What? Mad you can't force yourself on me to get off?" You gripped the tent that was pushing against his pants. "Isn't that right markie?"
He lets out a gasp, his face flushed with red in embarrassment especially because of the nickname. "F-Fuck, stop it--" He groans, his hands shakily trying to grab yours in attempt to push it away. He was trying so desperately to keep his cool, but he was practically falling over. "C'mon, stand up straight." Her grip tightens if that was even possible.
"Please.." He was begging you now with his eyes tightly shut, his breaths becoming more labored as he tried to keep a grip on his last ounce of control. "How does it feel? To be the one that's completely controlled." You drop your hand from his crotch. He immediately lets out a whine as you let go of him. He slowly peeks open his eyes, his gaze falling on you as he's panting, sweat beading on his forehead. "Please." He repeated in a small voice, looking at your with desperacy.
"Please what?" You demanded he reply. He paused before replying, knowing as his dignity would dissolve the moment he spoke. "Please.. touch me.. again.." He slowly let out in a quiet whisper, almost a mumble. Tears stung his eyes as the words left his mouth. He screwed his eyes shut in embarrassment as the tears feel down his cheeks. "Do it yourself." You put your hand in front of his clothed cock, to which he whimpers, his hips twitching at the sight of your hand so close to his boner. Quickly he undid his belt, dropping his stained pants to his ankles. His hips quickly press against you through the thin fabric of his boxers, so thin that you could feel every vain, a sign of how badly he wanted you.
You let out a small laugh. His expression is one of pure shame and pleasure. "D-Dont mock me.." He says while shaking his head and sniffling. He was a complete mess. His legs shaking in pleasure, tears still falling, his hips hitting your hand at a constant pace. Precum leaked furiously causing a sticky feeling inside his boxers, which was rather uncomfortable, but he wasn't about to complain right now. You were getting impatient, wanting to get back to your friends before they got too suspicious. "I think I'm gonna cum.." he whispered. "Don't you fucking dare." You pressed his hips against the wall, his large body crashing against the hard wall. You pulled the band of his boxers down, the head of his pretty cock hitting his belly as he whines at the feeling.
"God, who knew you were so fucking easy hm?" You rub your thumb over his tip slowly. "Controlling you wasn't as challenging as you made it seem."
"I'm n-not eas-" You pump his cock at a ruthless pace as he latches onto you to stop himself from tumbling over. "Please-ah- so close..." He was on the verge, but you weren't planning on making this last longer than needed. You sped up your pace, other thumb teasing the slit of his tip once again. Without warning he came, the warm liquid gettin all over your forearm along with all over the bathroom floor. "Seriously? I was nice for once and this is what you do? So filthy" You say, grasp going back onto his cock, continuing to stroke him after his orgasm. "W-ait..y/n I cant- ah.. Holy shit- " He was thrashing around, relentlessly twitching as overstimulation washed over him. You stopped, not wanting to torture him too much.
You walked to the sink to wash your hands off, turning around to let out a laugh as you saw him putting his pants back on. "Clean the floor." You demanded as you flung open the door, heading back the party.
The bright lights blinded you, still feeling worked up after what you just did. In the haze you bumped straight into yeonjun who was completely wasted. His arm lazily flung around your should. "Y/n...?Wherv you beeennnn" he giggled but he smelt terrible. Great, more chores. But maybe this could add to the fun?
jungwoo definitely loves it the most, which, yeah, kind of goes without saying doesn't it. he's a whiny sub (90% of the time) who doesn't like to do any of the work and would rather lie back and take whatever you give him. he definitely brought up the topic of getting pegged first, and by brought it up, i mean begged like the whore he is for you to take him from behind with one of your largest straps. it's not uncommon for him to cum untouched, either, although you'd much rather overstimulate your pretty little puppy and jerk his useless cock off until he made a mess all over himself :(
i see jungwoo as a whiny, bratty pillow prince, so he'd definitely start whining and protesting and throwing a fit if you wanted him to top for once. he could top, but it just isn't his thing, not after he's already felt the stretch of your biggest toys ripping him in two, mercilessly fucking your whiny little puppy into tears.
like jungwoo, haechan also brought the subject up first -- to let you know that he'd never, ever, ever let you fuck him in the ass. such a stubborn little brat. he brought it up unprompted so much just to voice his displeasure with it, that it hardly a surprise when you came back to your shared home after a long day at work, and opened the bedroom door to see your hyuckie fucking himself stupid on your 10''' toy. it was a beautiful sight to see. his eyes crossed and drool pooling out from his lips as he worked the toy in and out of his tight little hole.
you stood there and watched for a while; arms crossed, with a smug smirk drawn across your lips. and then right when he began to peak, eyes screwed shut and head thrown aback, you stopped him in his tracks with a haughty laugh.
"hyuck? fucking himself with one of my toys?" sarcasm dripped from your voice while embarrassment flooded his face, he couldn't even find the words to defend himself this time, and that was saying a lot from the man who had a snarky reply for everything under the sun. his voice was taken from him.
you continued to taunt him, "if you wanted to cum on my cock, you should've just waited until i got home, baby bear," you cooed out, your lover letting out a soft whine at the nickname.
needless to say, you fucked him until he couldn't remember his own name, and from then on out, it became all he ever asked for.
doyoung is far too shy to ever bring it up on his own; hell, he got flustered asking for you to choke him and rough him up a little bit in bed, and asking for pretty much anything. there was no way that your baby bunny was ever going to ask for it on his own, but that didn't mean that you didn't know he'd love it. c'mon, this is doyoung. your sweet, submissive shy baby boy.
so you never asked him, nor did you wait for him to broach the topic first. you decided to surprise him. you texted him, telling him " i have a surprise for you when you get home, bunny" which made his heart explode with anticipation. he couldn't hardly wait for whatever it is you had in store for him...
so when he got home, only to see you standing in the doorway, with a 7 inch strap on harness around your waist (you had much bigger sizes, but you wanted to start out on the realistic side), he immediately dropped down to his knees and began to suck you off, his body working faster than his brain, which had all turned to mush at the thought of you fucking him. "why did i start sucking it? they cant even feel it." entered his mind, but exited it soon after, he simply loved the feeling of having you in his mouth too much, and couldn't wait to have you in his ass too.
taeyong is another one who enjoys having your strap in his mouth. he loves to beg you to fuck his mouth and then go down on you afterwards as a show of appreciation for how good you fuck him. he always makes sure you're getting something out of it too, and wants to make sure you cum hard all over his pretty face.
he also likes it the best as a stress reliever. being the leader of 25 people is such a hard job for him, and he likes it best when he can just turn his brain off, lay on his stomach, and let you treat him like a brainless little doll!!! slap him! choke him! manhandle him! pull his hair! make him cry! oh, and i forgot to mention that he's a major size queen. he loves getting fucked with your biggest toys. pull out a 12 inch dildo and his pupils will turn into hearts, trust me.
jaehyun was a little....apprehensive about the idea the first time you brought it up. he definitely likes to keep up his cool, aloof guy image, even though you both know that he's a subby princess behind closed doors. he didn't make a loud show of his disapproval, he was just not really sure about it? but he eventually came around one night while the two of you were both stoned out of your mind. when he got stoned, he was a lot more....open about his wants and his desires, but even under the influence, he still couldn’t bring himself to outright say what he wanted.
"you know, babe, i kind of want to try that thing you brought up before,” he would be SO fucking vague about it i’m crying.
like he’d keep dropping hints and then act so shocked when you call him out, “what thing, peach? you mean me fucking you?” you responded with a slight chuckle, kind of playful really, but he still looks like a deer in headlights when you say it.
“c’mon peach” you wanted him to use his words,”i’m not going to unless you ask”
he definitely prefers to be fucked when high like there’s just something about stoned!jaehyun all blushy n high laying on his back and giggling with his legs spread waiting for u to fill him up so deep that i love <3
mark also isn’t the most eager when you bring it up, but mostly because he’s scared that it might hurt. he’s taken fingers before, both yours and his own, but something about taking your strap scares the shit out of him.
“dude, doesn’t that like, hurt?” he looks back at you with a raised eyebrow, concern written in his words.
you reassure him that you’ll prep him well, and that he has nothing to worry about, and that you’ve fingered him open while you’ve given him blowjobs before, and he didn’t die then, but leave it to mark to be dramatic about it.
you knew he’d love it, he was just being a big baby about it. so you decided to show him how much he’d love it. you effortlessly pinned him down, holding his wrists above his head while you tied his wrists to the bedpost. he assumed you were going to ride him, as evident by you palming at his painfully hard cock through his spider-man boxers. but when you briefly disappeared and returned with lube and an 8 inch dildo, his eyes widened in fear, and he began to protest, but you quickly silenced him.
“relax, princess,” your voice was soft and calming, “gonna give you what you need.”
you kissed and soothed him a bunch, you knew you were coercing him, but it worked pretty easily, mark was pretty pliable and would bend to whatever you wanted.
as soon as you got your fingers in him, he forgot that he ever had doubts, and once you were actually inside of him, there was no turning back, and yeah, it did hurt, but the pain of the stretch turned him on a lot more than he was willing to admit, but judging by his moans, you could already tell.
like taeyong, he also enjoys it as a stress release.
yuta knew he wouldn’t enjoy it, but he’d try anything once, and i do mean anything you could imagine, so when you suggested it, he went along for the ride, but yeah, he didn’t like ithe was more than enthusiastic about it, though, because my man is a Freak with a capital F and if you wanted to try it, then he was going to spend a week prepping himself for it. wearing plugs around the house (that he did enjoy), watching pegging porn, both by himself and together with you to get himself used to the idea, but it just isn’t for him. he’d let you do just about anything else to him though (again, anything. it was hard to be disappointed when he’d let you cut his thighs.), so it wasnt a huge loss in your book.
johnny is just a hard no, flat out. he’d possibly try it if you were especially eager, but he just isn’t a huge fan of butt stuff, giving or recieving. he’d be okay with you fucking his mouth with it, though, but anything involving anal is out of the question. he’d much rather submit to you in other ways, such as eating you out for hours while you tug on his leash, telling him that he’d better not get tired. it’s also a bit of a pride thing, he’d much rather use his mouth and his cock to get you off than anything.
“Don’t be nervous markie. I would never hurt you or do anything that you don’t like.” You say in a comforting tone as you hover over your boyfriends cock. You try to be as assuring as you can considering Mark is a virgin.
Losing his virginity is a very big deal for him and you feel honored that he trusts you enough to go through this with him. Mark is such a person pleaser and you know he struggles with communicating his needs and wants.
You’re here to change that though. This experience is all about him and you plan on making it unforgettable.
“You want this right mark?” You ask.
He nods his head but that’s not enough for you. You need him to be positive and confident in his decisions.
“I need words baby.” You continue.
“I-i want this. Just a little nervous t-that’s all” He says in a shaky jumble of words. His chest is rising rapidly and sweat is starting to form on his hair line. This won’t do.
You scoop two fingers under his chin and tilt his head up so that he has no other choice but to look you in the eye. Then you lean your head in to the point where you can feel his breath fanning over your mouth. The tips of your noses touching.
“You want this right?” You say. More firm this time.
“Yes”. He responds quickly.
“You want this because you want to feel good. I know you like to feel good baby.” You pause leaning into his ear to whisper. You can hear his breath hitch.
“Always making everyone else feel good but never yourself. All i’ve ever wanted was to make it about you.” You continue. Placing open mouthed kisses to the side of his face causing his body to slightly jerk. You separate your lips from his cheek and move your head to whisper in his other ear.
“I promise it’ll feel good. I’ll make it nice and special just for you. You deserve it all markie.”
And before he’s able to answer, you sink down on his cock. You lift yourself up planting two hands on his chest. Monitoring his face closely checking for any signs of discomfort. He lays there with his mouth agape. Taking a slow deep breath before he begins to breathe erratically. His eyes roll back a little before they refocus on your face.
You try to lift yourself just a bit but two hands planting your hips down prevents you from doing so.
“W-wait , fuck please just w-wait. I-i think i’m gonna c-cum already fuck” He says in a panicked manner as he stares at the ceiling slightly zoned out.
"It's okay baby , whenever you're ready." With that you continue your motions. Bouncing up and down in a slow pace. Mark's moans turn from mewls and whimpers into choked gurgles. You could see tears start to form along his water line. A small line of drool dribbles down his cheek as he continues to have his mouth open.
You could feel him throbbing inside of you. His abdomen contracting in harsh patterns. His thighs were constantly flexing themselves. He was really close. He wasn't able to form a coherent word in his mind. All he could feel was an earth shattering pleasure he has never felt before.
Leaning down while continuing your up and down movements , Your mouth latches to one of his hardened nipples. Carefully sucking the bud in your mouth and running your tongue around it in circular patterns.
While you use your mouth on him you bring your other hand up to pinch the opposite nipple.
The combination of you bouncing on his cock and his nipples being stimulated sends him over the edge.
It begins with a completely stiffened body. On the outside it looks like his entire body had caught a bad cramp from how stiff he was. All you could hear was gurgled noises. As if he was choking on his own saliva. His eyes went completely cross eyed. In his world everything stopped.
His ears were ringing. His heart threatening to beat out of his chest. The feeling in his stomach was so intense that he stopped breathing for a second. Everything was all too much at once , and before he knew it his world went black.
When he regains his conscious he opens his eyes. Staring at the ceiling for a bit before turning his head. There you were sitting beside him softly caressing your hands through his messy hair. Before he had a chance to ask any questions, you spoke up.
"Hi" You say in a light hearted tone. Cheeky smile planted across your face going from ear to ear. Voice as smooth as honey.
"Hey." He replies with a sluggish smile painted across his face. He is so in love.
A/N: Me? Reappearing once every blue moon to post a fic? More likely than you think. Enjoy!
Pretty boys belong on their knees.
That's what you always say, and what they always agree with. No matter what, you can always be sure they're going to kneel for you.
Today isn't any different.
Mark is the first one to do that, falling down on his knees as soon as you step closer to him. He stares at you with those big, brown eyes, and your heart skips a beat. No one should be allowed to look like that, not even your Mark.
You caress his face, watching in content as he nuzzles into your hand.
Haechan, sitting on the edge of the bed, stares quietly at you. You can feel his piercing gaze all over your body, almost burning. You wonder if that's how they feel, when you're the one looking at them.
"I've missed you."
His tone, soft and warm, makes you smile.
"I've missed you too." you reply. "Both of you."
You know those words are enough to make Haechan feel included, despite the fact that you seem not to be paying him any attention. Honestly, it's quite the opposite: you're perfectly aware of his every move, every shift in his expressions. You're just not looking at him.
"I'm gonna need something from you." you state, and you notice their ears perk up. "Think you can make me feel good?"
Mark nods enthusiastically before you're even done talking, while Haechan doesn't reply. You know exactly what he wants, but you're not willing to give it to him. Not yet.
"May I?" Mark gestures to your jeans, ready to take them off.
As you nod, he unbuttons them, and slowly helps you to get undressed. He'd take off your shirt as well, but he leaves that to Haechan - if he decides to join you, that's it.
He kisses your inner thighs, drunk on the pretty sounds coming out of your mind. If he could, he'd record every single one of them, and then he'd play them on repeat. Hooking one finger over the band of your panties, he pulls them down, but before he can do anything else, you move away.
You make your way to the bed, sitting right next to Haechan - who's still staring at you, definitely enjoying the sight before his eyes, as you can tell by the tent in his pants. You spread your legs, motioning for Mark to get closer, and he follows suit.
You watch him take in the view, licking his lips as if he was already tasting you. Sitting on his heels, hands resting on his thighs, you know he's waiting for your approval.
How obedient. It makes you wanna tease him.
"Stick out your tongue." you command, and he does.
He watches as you spread your folds, coating your fingers in your juices - obscene moans leaving your mouth - and then bring them close to his face.
"Lick."
He's eager, and that drives you insane. He cleans your fingers perfectly, as if he were tasting the most delicious meal ever. Truth be told, he does think you're the closest thing to ambrosia that ever existed. If he were a god, that would be the only thing he feasted on.
Still, he's patiently waiting for you to tell him that he can put his mouth on you. And who are you to deny him such pleasure?
His tongue his warm, drawing circles and eight-figures on your sex, causing you to loudly moan as he does so. You watch him intently, fighting the urge to just lie on your back and enjoy it. You meet his gaze, eyes glossy and almost teary: it leaves you speechless.
Your hand flies to his head, pulling his hair, desperately trying to pull him even closer than he already is. The other one grabs Haechan's thigh, hard enough to leave bruises - you'll have to check the next morning.
Turning your attention to the boy sitting next to you, you smile. He's way more aroused than you imagined, and that plays in your favour.
"Join us?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.
He nods almost immediately, eager to take part in your sinful play.
"Take off my shirt."
He doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons it as quickly as he can - and you're almost sure you see a button flying somewhere, but you don't pay it too much attention - and hastily removes your top. You have to let go of Mark's hair for a moment, and he whines at the loss.
Then, not really caring about your demands, Haechan removes your bra as well, and his hands immediately cup your breasts, fondling and pinching as much as he likes. You think about reprimanding him, but choose to let it go. After all, you're enjoying this, and he knows.
You expose your neck to him, knowing that deep inside, he's dying to kiss any and every part of your body. Soon enough, his soft lips are on your chest, kissing and licking any inch of skin as he moves to your neck. He bites down, lightly enough not to leave a mark, but enough for you to feel it.
Between Haechan's hot kisses and Mark's tongue, you know it won't be long before you cum. You keep on praising them, all of your words eliciting moans and pleased hums in response. Then, feeling your high get closer and closer, you grab Mark's hair, keeping him in place as you shamelessly ride his face. Haechan doesn't stop his doing, but you notice his shift in attention, now focused on the older boy.
The lewd words he's whispering make Mark blush, up to the tip of his ears. You love this dynamic. You love how he manages to be stern and commanding to the other boy, while completely submitting to you - in his own way, of course.
You whisper praise to both boys, telling them how good they're being, how happy they make you, how close you are because of them, and then, before finishing your last sentence you cum. Mark moans, sending vibrations to your core. It's almost too much.
You watch him lap every drop of your juices, eager and greedy. Then, unprompted, Haechan joins him. He kneels in front of you, trying to make his way to your dripping folds, begging for Mark to please, please, allow him to have a taste. Mark, being the nice boy you both know he is, moves slightly to the side, giving the younger one enough space to join him.
That view alone would be enough to send you over the edge again, and indeed, overwhelmed by the feeling of both their tongues and lips, you cum once again.
Panting, you move their heads away from your core, and lie down on your back. Trying to catch your breath, you think the boys, praising them once again.
None of them speak, but you know you're all thinking the same thing.
They deserve a reward, and you're more than willing to give them one.
Loud clangs of high heels echoed behind the door to the meeting room, breaking up the wild discussion the 127 boys just had on whether there's one butt or two. NCT 127 had gotten a new manager a few months back and the members had different reactions and had adapted differently to her but by now all of them had developed good work relationships with her with some of them having gotten closer to her. They had gotten close and comfortable enough to call her 누나 (after she told them she was ok with that) instead of using distancing terms they would use religiously with the previous shitty managers.
Taeyong felt very comfortable around her and how she led him and the team. Jungwoo found himself liking how she told him to be quiet when he started talking off track during meetings and times when she would speak sharply and order him around. Haechan absolutely loved her since she would take care of him and check in on his health from the very beginning of the job. Mark would always try his best to make her laugh (when appropriate) but, even after laughing for many months together, at the end of the day he was still awkward with her because that's just how he is.
____ had already made it clear that she puts her trust in everyone but she especially trusted Mark since he's been doing such a good job in like 50 groups and, as a result of her trust (expectation) in him, Mark felt pressured to never do anything wrong since he cared about her opinion weirdly much. But overall, the 127 guys were happy with the change — not just because they generally loved attention from not men — but because she gave different ideas and led them in a way that they felt comfortable and safe with her.
They turned their heads towards the sound and saw the door opening, "Good day, 누나," the nine men greeted her in harmony.
"It has been brought to my attention that a few of you boys have been acting rather inappropriately," ___ was quick to shut down whatever bullshit any of the boys had to say (she was irritated because of whatever had happened). Most of them were curious who she was talking about although most of them had a clue who. Others were a little intimidated by her dark tone although they knew they had done nothing wrong and that they weren't the ones that were going to get scolded at. Taeyong gulped and stared; he liked it when she was mad at them, scolded them — all of that. Haechan was just sitting comfortably, knowing he hadn't misbehaved or done a single mistake for a whole week (surprisingly). Mark had showed up to every practice on time, had killed when recording vocals with NCT 127 right after his one day and four hour break from his NCT DREAM comeback. Like always, he hadn't disappointed her. Jungwoo smirked, knowing what was going on and what was going to happen.
"It has been brought to my attention that a few of you boys have been acting rather inappropriately," ___ was quick to shut down whatever bullshit any of the boys had to say (she was irritated because of whatever had happened). Most of them were curious who she was talking about although most of them had a clue who. Others were a little intimidated by her dark tone although they knew they had done nothing wrong and that they weren't the ones that were going to get scolded at. Taeyong gulped and stared; he liked it when she was mad at them, scolded them — all of that. Haechan was just sitting comfortably, knowing he hadn't misbehaved or done a single mistake for a whole week (surprisingly). Mark had showed up to every practice on time, had killed when recording vocals with NCT 127 right after his one day and four hour break from his NCT DREAM comeback. Like always, he hadn't disappointed her. Jungwoo smirked, knowing what was going on and what was going to happen.
"It has been brought to my attention that a few of you boys have been acting rather inappropriately," ___ was quick to shut down whatever bullshit any of the boys had to say (she was irritated because of whatever had happened). Most of them were curious who she was talking about although most of them had a clue who. Others were a little intimidated by her dark tone although they knew they had done nothing wrong and that they weren't the ones that were going to get scolded at. Taeyong gulped and stared; he liked it when she was mad at them, scolded them — all of that. Haechan was just sitting comfortably, knowing he hadn't misbehaved or done a single mistake for a whole week (surprisingly). Mark had showed up to every practice on time, had killed when recording vocals with NCT 127 right after his one day and four hour break from his NCT DREAM comeback. Like always, he hadn't disappointed her. Jungwoo smirked, knowing what was going on and what was going to happen.
Everyone of them made mistakes sometimes, whether it was showing up late to practice for a whole week or being so late to an interview they had to get their makeup done in the car. Haechan and Jungwoo often misbehaved and knew the consequences of it. Actually, knowing what awaited them after behaving bad was why they did it in the first place. The biggest brats were 100% Haechan and Jungwoo. Sometimes Taeyong did small mistakes on purpose just for ____ to scold him. But he was mostly obedient and only chose to defy her when he was desperate for her attention (the attention that she always prioritized for the others). For the past month those three boys had gotten a taste of the consequences once a week. Every. Damn. Week. Except for one week when Haechan was feeling extra bad and got to taste it. Every. Damn. Day. Lucky him.
"Taeyong, you're the leader and you're supposed to set a good example for your members, right?" she stared at him sternly, giving him the chills.
"Yes, 누나," he answered looking innocent with his big eyes when he in reality was so excited.
"Yet you get dragged into troubles with Jungwoo instead of helping him correct himself," she spat.
"Yes, 누나."
"My office after this."
There it was. That sentence. The sentence he wanted to hear. She turned her attention away from Taeyong to Jungwoo, "You too, don't think I'm only gonna scold Taeyong because he's the leader. I didn't forget that you were involved too."
"Okay, 누나," Jungwoo smiled, excited for what was about to happen. Mark looked at Jungwoo a bit shocked. Why is he smiling? He like this? Why? Why does he and Taeyong like it when 누나 scolds them?
The members didn't know what they'd done but they assumed maybe dispatch had found them smoking or something.
"Haechan?" she said as she hadn't forgotten about him either.
"Yes, 누나," he answered with a cute tone and sent her an innocent smile, contrary to the thoughts clouding his head.
"Good job! You actually didn't act bad for once," she praised him with a tint of degradation — just how he liked it.
He kept eye contact with her and put his chin on his hands as an attempt to keep the innocent boy act, "Thank you, 누나."
Considering his nickname sometimes was Little Devil, he was very mischievous and not-so-much innocent. The fact that he didn't have anything to do with the misbehaving this time was mind-blowing to both her and the rest. But the fact that he had another plan in mind wouldn't be shocking to ____. But she would find out later.
"You guys — except for Taeyong and Jungwoo — can go to back to the dorms, I'm sorry you guys had to waste time here. Let this be a reminder that what one member does can affect the whole group. Anyway, have a nice day and see you tomorrow at six!" she waved them away.
Everyone except for the three left.
"Care to explain yourselves?" she asked the boys that were sat in front of her and crossed her arms.
✧ ✧ ✧
Mark was on his way to hide from SuperM or Dream or U schedules when he felt an arm around his waist. He turned his head to find a smiley Haechan. "How are you, 형?"
"Um, I'm good, but bored now because I was gonna watch Netflix with Jungwoo," he answered, oblivious to the younger's intentions with this not coincidental rendezvous.
"What if you don't need to be without him?"
The older's brows scrunched up in confusion, "Huh? What are you saying?"
"Have you ever wondered what happens in the office when Taeyong 형 or Jungwoo 형 or I have misbehaved?"
Now that Haechan mentioned it, Mark had never actually thought of that. He was too busy being an overworked angel that he hadn't even thought of why he was one. What could be so bad with misbehaving if they kept doing it?
"Here," the Little Devil said and extended out his hand, revealing a silver key.
"What's this?" the Little Angel questioned, eyeing the metallic object in front of him.
"It's the key to her office."
"And why do you have that?" Mark's mouth turned into an O, thinking the younger had taken it from her.
"She gave me this key since I visit her office so often," he beamed, threw it in the air and caught it as if the key were a symbol for luck. "She doesn't wanna bother bringing you guys into a small meetings every time I do something bad. So thoughtful."
Mark was shocked, "Do the other guys have keys too?"
The younger dramatically gasped and lightly hit the loser's shoulder, "No I only I have one," he whined.
He shook his head, "Here. Go and hide in the office and you'll see what goes on when 누나 takes us there."
The older stood still in a trance, not sure of what to do so the younger physically grabbed his hand and put the key in it.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I'm the only one who owns one of these and I don't like sharing!" Haechan said sassily and skipped away like a five-year-old.
Mark looked down at his palm. The key was shining. It was calling for him...and he chose to listen to its calls and follow the melody all the way to his favorite manager's office.
He started walking rapidly towards the place he'd only visited for normal reasons before. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this shit. But that didn't stop him from taking big steps towards the desired destination his curiosity had taken him to.
After dodging the attention of fellow members and trying not to stutter when greeting superior girl group members, he finally was standing in front of the shining wooden door, breath hitching. Fuck. Should I really do this?
"But 누나~" Taeyong's cute whining was heard from circa 30 meters away.
They were on their way to the office — and they were already so close! If Mark stayed in front of the door, he'd have to explain why he was there in the first place and if ____ caught a glimpse of the key in his hand she'd know what his true intentions were and never trust him the same way.
Therefore, he deemed the most logical solution to be to shove the key into the keyhole, turn it around, get in the office and hide fast. He closed the door and locked it after as he didn't want to leave a trace of his unplanned visit. He looked around the room and tried to find a decent hiding spot. There were no huge furnitures to hide behind like a true pervert so his only option was the most stupid and typical thing ever. Hide under a desk. It was like a ticket to hell.
"When am I gonna get my key, 누나?" Jungwoo whined loud enough to be heard from the other side of the closed door.
The sound of something hard being put into the hole alerted Mark that he didn't have much time left, having to choose between being caught and no longer being a Little Angel or decreasing the possibility of being caught and get info on why his best friends love being so bad.
He knew he had no other choice than to slide under the table and pray she wouldn't catch onto his not-so-angel-like act. They wouldn't be able to see him under there because of the wood covering the front. Hopefully ____ didn't choose to sit on the chair in front of it where she would see him, which is exactly where she normally would sit when Mark went to her office for a meeting...
"Yeah, 누나~ Haechan keeps bragging about his key~ It's unfair." Taeyong complained, whining like before but louder.
Click! And so, the door was unlocked. Mark felt his heart beating with each step he heard on the other side of the room. ____'s only response to the boys' complaints was one word: "Sit."
At that, Little Angel's heart dropped. Holy shi— But God decided to have mercy and save Mark from embarrassment for another time so instead of walking to the chair that was right by Mark, ____ walked to a big leather sofa that was in a corner on the other side of the room.
"Good boy, Taeyong," ____ said.
"Thank you, Mommy."
Mark's eyes grew bigger at that. Wait wha—
"Bitch, sit down," ____ said to Jungwoo.
Oh wow—
"Yes, Mommy," the boy did as he was told, taking a seat on the right side of her.
Mark blushed. How could they call her that word so normally, as if it were 누나 and not a kinky title? the innocent boy hiding under the table wondered. He was expecting her to scold them both for talking inappropriately with her. But instead, he heard a sentence that made his pants a bit tighter.
"Why have you boys been acting so naughty?"
Mark heard Taeyong apologize and say "I'm sorry, Mommy."
____ turned her gaze to the one she knew had started it all.
"Why did you touch yourself without Mommy's permission?"
Oh wow they are into some freaky shit, Mark thought, his breathing quickening.
"I wanted Mommy to touch me, but Mommy was busy," Jungwoo pouted.
"Then why did you make Taeyong touch you too?"
"Taeyongie wanted my cock."
Clap! Mark heard the sound of a high five.
____ had slapped Jungwoo (kinda lightly) across the face, "Use your manners."
"I'm sorry, Mommy," he looked her in the eyes.
"It's Mistress when you're being a brat," she corrected him.
Mark gulped.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Jungwoo was turned on by the authority in her voice (he was such an easy slut).
Now Mark understood why Haechan acted bratty all the time. He just wanted her attention. The Little Angel didn't want to admit it, but he thought it was sexy. For the first time ever, he got the urge to do something bad so he could get in trouble with 누나 too. Or more like M-Mo... But he wasn't bold enough and he didn't know if he wanted to risk losing his reputation of being perfect either.
"Now can you explain why you two did this in the practice room? You could've gotten caught."
Jungwoo still kept strong eye contact, wanting to look like a brat, while Taeyong was looking at the floor ashamed.
"Imagine if Mark came in and saw you sucking Jungwoo's dick, Taeyongie."
Mark's ears perked up at hearing his name. Did he really come across as so innocent that he's used as the example of the worst possible person to witness a blowjob in a practice room? Damn. Wait omg does she think he's a vir—
"Or maybe you wanted something like that to happen," she continued.
Maybe the boys had a tingling feeling about seeing Mark non-pure for once. And he was always so obedient already surely he would be up for submitting to his partner right.
"He's too much of an angel to be here, Mommy," Taeyong said.
"Yeah, he is indeed a good boy."
His face faltered a little at her agreeing a little too enthusiastically, "But I'm a better boy though, right, Mommy?"
"Do good boys suck cock in practice rooms?"
"N-No, Mommy."
He felt the need to make himself look better for her.
"But Jungwoo is the bad boy!" he tried to defend himself.
"Yeah! I'm the bad boy who deserves a key!" Jungwoo agreed.
"So that's why you did it? To prove a point?" she started caressing his cheek gently this time.
"Mmm, yes, Mistress," he lowered his gaze, blushing at her tender touch.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you."
He did as said and looked her in the eyes. She slapped him. Not too hard, but hard enough to leave a slight sting. He moaned. Pain to him was like cats to a single lady.
"You wanted to be a bad boy for a key? Let's see if you're worthy of it."
He gulped. This was his chance. She turned her attention to Taeyong, who was getting impatient looking at them.
"And you, baby, did it because you wanted my attention or a key?"
"I wanted your attention, Mommy. But a key would be nice too," he answered honestly and pouted.
"You're getting spanked—"
A smile tugged at his lips at the victory.
"—by yourself."
The smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown. He held her hand.
"But, M-Mommy, aren't you supposed to do it?" he asked, not wanting to question her, but at the same time wanting to question his ridiculous punishment.
"Do you want to get punished or not?"
"Yes, I do, Mommy," he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Oh how he wished he was getting spanked by her instead.
She ignored his sweet gesture and turned her attention back to the boy on her right, "Take off your pants, Jungwoo."
No matter how many times _____ had seen him naked, Jungwoo always had a few seconds of nerves before she'd see him again. Said boy's cheeks reddened slightly, and his hands shakily went down to unbuckle his belt. Mark did the same. He blushed and unbuckled his pants quietly until his hand could fit in them. It wasn't his fault that he was feeling turned on and like a 'bad boy'. What day was it today? Saturday? OK he can't skip going to church tomorrow after this.
_____ started stroking Taeyong's thigh with one hand to give him some affection before she'd give all of it to Jungwoo. "Remember our safe word?"
"Yes," they answered as they were undressing.
"What is it?"
"Red."
"Correct. Good job, both of you."
She looked at Taeyong, "Get naked you too, baby."
Said boy quickly took off his over-sized shirt and threw his bucket hat across the room, making Mark flinch as it landed two meters away from him. Jungwoo had decided to wear tight jeans today and he was now regretting it. The jeans perfectly showed off his curves, but it was the wrong idea to wear them on a day like this when he wanted them off as fast as possible. While Jungwoo awkwardly struggled, Taeyong decided to take off his baggy pants together with his underwear in a split second, kicking them to the side so nobody could trip on them.
In an instant Taeyong was on her lap, butt naked. "Mommy, can you please, please, please spank me?" he pleaded prettily and folded his arms behind her neck.
The two were only a few centimeters away from touching noses. Her hands made their way to his soft butt. He hummed in content. "Please, Mommy," he looked her in the eyes.
She kneaded his ass slowly before slapping it loudly enough to send a wave of arousal to everybody in the room, including Mark. A short moan escaped his mouth at the harsh touch he fancied so much. Jungwoo was frustrated, he knew he was going to go to her office, yet he still decided to wear the damned jeans. He was supposed to be the centre of attention, not Taeyong.
Mark had started touching himself. He felt bad that it felt so good and didn't want to stop. He wondered if he wanted them to hear him misbehaving or if he wanted to remain as ____'s Little Angel but ultimately decided to go for the predictable route and just be quiet and never to be discovered as a pervert.
"Mommy, I want you so—" Taeyong whispered in her ear.
"Mistress, I'm ready for you," Jungwoo interrupted the attention thief as his annoying jeans were finally on the floor.
"Mommy~" the boy on her lap whined cutely.
"Get off, Babyboy," she ordered.
"But Mommy—"
"Now."
"Okay, Mommy," he groaned and, jealous, turned his head to Jungwoo.
Taeyong whined. The leather was cold against his ass, and he just wanted to sit or lay on Mommy's warm, soft lap and get spanked, was that too much to ask for?
Although Jungwoo had proved that he was a really bad boy already, he felt the need to try harder. "We don't need a condom," he said boldly.
"You're right, we don't need a condom. Ass up," ____ said.
Jungwoo's eyes got big, clearly not expecting that response. Without saying anything ____ got up and pulled off her clothes in front of him. She was wearing a strap-on (how the fuck it wasn't visible before was a mystery). He had never seen one in real life, so he didn't expect it to be that big.
"Ass up, Baby, or do I need to say it a third time?"
With a gulp he turned onto his covered abs and obeyed her.
"Go to the desk, Babyboy. I want to see you," she ordered Taeyong as her fingers teased Jungwoo's hole after she spat on it.
Taeyong obeyed, feeling sexy because she wanted to look him. Mark, on the other hand, was fucking panicking. He still hadn't cummed and he was afraid he would get caught. The desk was covered with a wall of wood on one side, so he wasn't afraid of being caught that way, instead he was afraid he'd get caught because of the sound of his wet dick.
Taeyong leaned against the desk and showed his hole off to Mommy. With an arched back he clenched and unclenched air for her. He wanted her to see how good he looked. He was smirking, knowing she was looking at him.
With confidence he spanked himself.
It didn't feel as good as when she did it, regardless he moaned. He wanted her to hear how sexy his moans were. The past times he had gotten spanked she had done it till he was tired and never given him a number of spanks he deserved, so he assumed that the same rule applied now when he was the one spanking himself. He kept on spanking himself and moaned after every one of them.
Taeyong hugged the armrest needily, wanting _____'s attention back.
"Mommy—"
"That's Mistress for you, brat," she quickly corrected him.
"Aren't you gonna punish me, Mistress?" he looked back at her.
She turned his head away from her and positioned herself behind him. He felt relieved that she was finally focusing on him and him only. Excitement filled his veins and his cock. It was so hard, wanting to be touched by her all week. He had even woken up hard this morning because of a dream he'd had about her. She positioned the tip of the strap by his entrance.
"Are you ready, Baby?" she asked him to make sure he was comfortable.
"Yes, Mistress. Just fuck me."
She didn't need to hear him say anything else to thrust into him. He whine long and loudly. His hole wasn't prepared for the big stretch but he wanted it rough; he wanted to be treated like the bad boy he had tried to be this week, and he wanted to be worthy of a key so she could fuck him every day like Haechan got the pleasure of. (a/n. we know that lube and prep is crucial but this is tumblr universe✌️)
Hearing how sensitive Jungwoo was made Mark go faster on his private part. ____ stayed inside to make him more accustomed to the strap since it was kind of big for a beginner, and she wasn't completely sadistic.
"Fuck me, Mistress," he whined into the armrest of the couch.
She went in deeper, and Jungwoo couldn't help but omit light moans he would be embarrassed to let out in front of Taeyong if he weren't so desperate for this punishment.
"Mommy!" Taeyong moaned out to try to get _____'s attention back. It worked. She looked at Taeyong, admiring his figure pretty butt and tattoos that decorated his skin.
"Mistress, fuck me h-harder," Jungwoo didn't want a second of her attention to be away from him. Fuck Taeyong. (Not literally tho) Her attention was back at the boy in front of her.
"Tell me when I get too rough, Baby."
And that was the only sentence she said before ramming his hole. Her thrusts were so powerful and left him open-mouthed. His eyes were closed, and his back was arched at the pleasure he'd never felt before. He really didn't want to moan and sound like a slut like Taeyong. But the new feeling inside was making it hard for him. She didn't go easy on him. His first time being pegged was going to be memorable and she was going to make sure of it.
"Oh God, Mistress," he whimpered, holding back a slutty moan that nearly escaped.
The sounds of skin-slapping and lewdness made Mark determined to hold back his orgasm until any of the others were going to so he could cum with them. Refraining from orgasming was what he thought would be the closest he'd ever get to being punished by ___. Oh shit he was not innocent at all.
Taeyong was shamefully moaning as he slapped his ass cheeks. His high-pitched moans were littering the air, but it was like music to Mommy, so he kept on moaning.
"Mistress," Jungwoo kept whimpering out over and over again.
"Don't be shy, Baby. I want to hear you," she encouraged him to let go and be free, aware that he was holding back.
"M-Mistress— Mmmhm." It was hard holding back everything when she was fucking into him mercilessly, so he let go and moaned loudly. That motivated her to go harder and to find his most sensitive part. She gripped his hips to the point where they would leave bruises. And he was more than happy about that. Taeyong wished he could be bruised by Mommy too.
"Mistress! Oh my—" he cried out.
She adjusted the strap in a different angle and felt him tense up. She had found the bundle of nerves she was searching for. His moans couldn't be held back. The loud moans made it harder for Mark to not cum. Who knew his Netflix binging partner had such pretty moans
_____ rammed Jungwoo in the same angle as fast as she could to make him scream her name. He arched his back deliciously, mouth agape. How could he not when he was being fucked so damn good? The way he moaned 'Mistress' sounded like a vulgar whine from cheap porn CDs that were popular in the '80s. Her name became a chant and pushed both of them closer to their brink. His hair was sticking to his forehead as beads of sweat were covering the rest of his body. She pushed his hair out of his face and kissed his neck soothingly.
"Do you want to cum, Baby?" she asked gently in his ear.
"Yes, please, Mommy," he whimpered back as an answer.
Mistress was her title when any one of her boys was being a brat, but right now it didn't matter; he was so fucked out he didn't even notice he started calling her Mommy instead of Mistress.
"Cum for me, Baby."
Jungwoo came with a lewd moan and made a mess on the now-warm couch and Mark came into his hand and bit his lower lip to prevent any dirty sound from exposing his presence. He was so happy to cum when he heard Mommy's permission although it was meant for Jungwoo and not him.
"Thank you, Mommy," Jungwoo breathed out and plopped on the armrest, exhausted. She placed many kisses on the side of his face, keeping the strap inside him for a little more. He whimpered as ______ emptied Jungwoo's ass, but quickly went back to resting after she massaged his cheeks for a little more.
"Mommy!"
______ looked back at the desk and saw how Taeyong was still spanking himself, almost crying. Babyboy's cheeks were red and hot because of it.
"You're such a good boy; so obedient. You can stop now, Baby," she praised him as she made her way to him.
"Only for you, Mommy," he said and turned around, placing his red butt on the edge as he leaned back with his hands.
"You deserve a reward, Babyboy."
"I want Mommy to tie me, please," he smiled.
"What a good boy wants he can get," she went back to the couch to get Jungwoo's belt.
Taeyong's eyes brightened up at the sight of it. He brought his hands out for her to tie. "Such a good boy, Taeyong," she praised him.
She tied his wrists together tightly with the belt. She knew how much he liked them tight since he once complained that she probably could fit in one finger between the tie and his wrist so she tied his hands tightly.
Normally Taeyong is not jealous at all as he's mature and very secure in his skin but since he was used to being such a good boy — or a bad boy who takes punishments well — he never thought any of the other guys were competition. But he noticed the way she talked about Mark was in such a different way and that made him a bit needier for her attention and praise than usual... which is why he said, "Better than Mark, right, Mommy?"
As Mark was calming down after his orgasm his focus was solely on what she'd say. He wanted, more than anything in that moment, to know if he really was her best boy. ______ giggled instead of answering Taeyong's question, making his smile falter a little at her non-answer while Mark's smile grew. In a few seconds, however, Taeyong's smile was back as he knew exactly how to prove he was a gooder boy than Mark.
"Mommy, since I sucked Jungwoo, can I get sucked off too?" he asked softly.
"Since you've been such a good boy, of course. Sit down, Babyboy."
That's when Taeyong dragged out the chair to the desk with his tied wrists, startling the Little Angel.
"I want to be sucked by Mark," he said as if Mark hadn't secretly been hiding under the desk all along.
Taeyong had known he was under there ever since the moment he moaned out 'Mommy' for the first time. How? He knew what Mark sounded like when he masturbated, he lived in the room next to his after all. ______ made her way around the desk and smirked, "Who do we have here?"
"I told you I'm Mommy's goodest boy," Taeyong said and leaned his head on her shoulder.
"누— 누나... I-I can explain—" he stuttered as he tried to think of a justification for his actions.
"How did you get in?"
He couldn't act like he was an angel anymore. "Uhm, Haechan gave me a key."
"Thank you for telling me. Tell him to come to my office after this."
Mark gulped and looked down at the ground.
"Can you suck me, please, Markie?"
Haechan indeed was a little devil and his plan worked. That was the quality a boy bad enough to be worthy of a key. Now Haechan would get the worst punishment.
Lucky him.
Come a little closer, bend over and make yourself shorter (ooh)
