Okkayyy I have a problem!! Pegging is HOT BUT tell me whenever I read a dom female reader×sub kpop male idol fic, 95% of the times y/n would assert her dominance in a pegging scene, it just HAS to be included. Like are you telling me that y/n canNOT be a dom in case of normal sex positions (male idol being the top😭😭😭). Would that make her switch into being a sub although she is a dom😭😭😭😭?? Like what the fuck is up with pegging being so compulsory??? IT IS SO ANNOYING AT TIMES😤. I get it!!! It is INDEED hot but does it always have to happen🥲. This equally happens outside of kpop fanfics too, in other sub!male×dom!female sexual relationship content, whether it's porn or non fanfic/kpop fanfic smut etc.
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.
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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)
Warning: sub!renjun, dom!reader, small dick renjun, Big boobs? Boob job, blowjob.
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Renjun kissed my lips his small hands messaging my breast softly. My breast in comparison to his hands made them look huge only making him harder when he would look at them.
He pulled back covering his boner looking away “I have to take a break, I’m too hard.” Renjun whispered the last part, he was about to walk away when I grabbed his arm pulling him back slightly. “Why can I never help you with it?” I sighed. “Cause.” He paused looking down
“I haven’t done anything with it before.”
I frowned patting his head “What do you mean?” He sighed looking up at me “I haven’t had it touched before and I barely touch it myself, I know I’ll cum to early.” I giggled creasing his cheek “That’s nothing to be ashamed of, if you cum quickly it’s kind of a compliment, I’d feel honored.” He chuckled alittle looking back up.
“Can you touch it for me then.” He whispered staring into my eyes before quickly looking away. “Of course baby I’ll be glad too.” I smiled kissing his head. He stood there for a moment before I finally spoke. “Can you pull your pants down for me?” Renjun nodded slowly unbuckling his pants sliding them down his legs taking them off doing the same with his boxers covering himself.
“Renjun baby.” He hummed looking back up at me “I can’t touch you if you cover yourself.” He nodded slowly removing his hands revealing how hard he was and to my surprise how small he was. I grabbed his hand leading him to the bed making him sit on the the edge.
“It’s so...small.” I whispered the last part realizing it could upset him clearing my throat, I felt bad until I saw him twitching at my words precum already rolling down his small shaft. “What do you want me to use renjun?” I smiled slightly. He wasted no time pointing at my breast. “I’ve seen people use there breast, I wanna try it.” He whispered. I nodded looking down at his cock hungrily and I couldn’t help it kissing his tip. He whimpered squeezing his thighs together. I got lost continuing to kiss his tip kinda starting to suck on it making him tap my hand “I don’t wanna cum like this.”
I listened pulling back sitting up straight so my breast where hovering over his small cock. I finally wrapped my breast around him squeezing them together expecting his tip peak through surprised when it didn’t. “That’s so cute.” I spoke starting to move my breast lightly.
He sniffled watching for a moment looking away quickly to avoid cumming to fast. “It’s so small I can’t even see it.” I smiled using my hands to bounce my breast faster.
Renjun twitched at my words looking down seeing his small cock disappeared in between your boobs sobbing. “I can’t last long.” He whined “Please don’t stop.” I nodded speeding up. “Renjun I’m gonna switch to my mouth okay? I wanna taste you.” He nodded quickly and I switched taking him all into my mouth not surprised how easy it was to not gag swallowing around him.
“Don’t stop I’m gonna cum!” He yelled squeezing his legs together his eyes squeezed shut.
I continued swallowing using my tongue to tease his tip.
He shook his head grabbing my shoulder
“I’m cumming!” He whined in a high pitch voice.
I stayed on his cock swallowing the his cum Bobbing my head slightly. Renjun whined his body twitching through his orgasm “No more.” He shock his head,
I popped up quickly looking down at his dick twitching still dripping. “I’m sorry that wasn’t that long.” He whispered. I shook my head kissing his thigh. “You did just fine.”
I saw @drippinlovetalk anons messages where talking about this and I couldn’t help myself, I hope you don’t mind.( ´∀｀)
"babe." you shook him gently, not wanting to startle him. no reaction. "baby boy." just a small groan and brief shuffling, but his lids still remained closed. despite the nearly noon sunshine pouring onto his face, making his skin glow and twinkle beneath its warm rays.
you shook your head, smiling. you were left no choice. you stretched your arm beneath the covers to cup his limp dick. that caused some movement and another cute groan, louder than the last. you rubbed your pointer finger along the base, feeling it throb ever so slightly, making his eyes flutter wide open. "m-mommy?"
you chuckle and pat his head, moving his tangled hair from his eyes. "hey, sleeping beauty." you chuckled again because if you really looked, he did resemble the poor princess with his blonde hair. he leaned into your touch with a hushed sigh of contentment, the smallest bead of precum staining his briefs. "time to get up, we have a lot to do today."
"hm?" he looked at you through half lidded eyes, confused. you kept rubbing his shaft as you explained the days schedule, "I have to return those jeans and then buy a present for y/f/n, remember?" you poked his puffy cheek as his eyes gradually closed again. "and you're on grocery duty." a soft snore is your answer, not that he was paying attention anyway.
you squeezed his balls gently, only enough for his eyes to pop back open again. "come on, mark." you said more sternly, slowing jerking him off. "a-ah!" he moans, getting more aroused. he props himself onto his elbows as his eyes adjusted. "you up now, mark?" he nods in such a pretty manner, releasing the tiniest noise coming from his throat.
"alright, then get ready." you start heading towards the door, pondering over what makeup look you should try today, when mark stopped you. "wait! you're not gonna finish?" a pout rested on his face. you tapped your chin, looking up at the cheap paint job on your ceiling. "no, I don't think I will." you smirked and closed the door at his groggy expression, hearing an exaggerated sigh once it was shut.
mark was still rubbing his eyes when he stumbled down the stairs, tripping on a step and playing it off with a cute giggle. "how can you still be tired?" you shook your head and then fixed your jean pockets, before throwing him a mini juice box. "we'll get something to eat at the mall, I'll pay."
"Oii~" he exclaims while ripping out the straw from the juice box, and you shake your head at his signature noise. "canadians."
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the first task was complete. you had successfully exchanged your too small jeans and are now looking for the perfect gift for your friend's birthday. usually stuff like this was easy, but somehow you were stumped. you and mark both zigzagged throughout the mall with no luck.
nothing had obtained your interest and mark was getting crabby. "I'm starving~" he whined, dramatically, and dragged his feet, his shoes making a horrible squeaking sound that made you cringe. you checked your phone—you'd been running around for about 2 hours, so mark's complaint was understandable. "okay, come on." you groaned playfully then grabbed his hand, and he instantly intertwined his fingers with yours, an adorable smile on his face.
once you've reached the food court, you felt your stomach rumble. the combined scents of the restaurants nearby—a sushi bar on your right, an italian diner to your left—was heavenly. you had no shame in moaning from the beautiful aroma as your mouth salivated, not thinking of the consequences.
you felt your boyfriend's palms begin to sweat as he adjusts his maple leaf cap. the glance you gave him was way too quick for you to acknowledge the redness of his baby cheeks. "where do you want to eat, babe?" he shrugged his shoulders, even though you couldn't see. "anywhere is fine. I'll always follow your lead." it was completely innocent, but your mind was in need of a detox a long time ago, and you couldn't help feeling tingly.
you sucked in a good breath and said, "alright, seafood it is." and just like he promised, mark followed you into red lobster. the smiling hostess, who looked just as dead inside as lindsay lohan, lead you both to a more secluded booth towards the back corner of the restaurant, handing you your menus and basically grumbled, "enjoy." which made mark chuckle. "wow. that's like me without watermelon."
you roll your eyes, jokingly, and skimmed through the menu. shortly, a tall, dimpled man with deep brown hair stops by your table with a pen and paper in hand. "hi, I'm jaehyun. I'll be your waiter today. can I start you off with drinks?" jaehyun took both your orders with a smile and came back shortly with beverages and biscuits, and mark stuffed his face like he's never seen a crumb in his life.
he barely made it through half of his main dish before groaning and grabbing his belly. "I think I'm pregnant." he looks down at his tummy and rubs it, giggling like he's drunk. "tell that to the waiter, maybe he'll give us a discount." you say sarcastically and mark bursts into laughter, clapping his hands like a seal. you covered your mouth so your shrimp wouldn't fly out. "no more biscuits for you."
his eyes and mouth go wide like a strange emoticon, with a glint of mischief. "are you punishing me?" it was your turn to have big eyes. this wasn't as innocent as his last comment, now he was purposely trying to stir you up. which was so unnatural because he's typically shy about his sex life and likes to keep it private.
you couldn't even get a word in because jaehyun popped out of nowhere with your credit card and a to-go box for mark's massacred lobster. "here you go." jaehyun hands mark his box and he gives him the cutest little thanks. then, jaehyun chuckles lowly, his dimples coming back for sunlight. "I know it's none of my business but," he puts his hands up in defense, making you and mark to stare, cluelessly, wondering where this was going.
the waiter glances between the two of you, his dimples somehow getting even more prominent. "it looks like she really cares for you." he smiles at mark while sliding back your card, and you couldn't help curling your lips, touched by jaehyun's comment.
but mark had to ruin it all, looking you dead in the eye before speaking, "yeah, she's like a mommy to me." you opened your mouth to gasp, but instead it came out as a weird squeak. his sudden boldness had rendered you speechless as he giggled knowingly.
jaehyun did that low laugh again and nudged mark's shoulder. "guess you make her scream a lot?" he joked, trying to initiate some sort of bro moment that painfully backfired. "actually, she makes me scream." mark was forced to laugh awkwardly at the silence that came from both of you, his face beaming another red shade. "have a nice day." jaehyun said so quickly—it took a couple seconds to comprehend—and then bounced with a petrified face.
mark tried again to giggle it off, but stopped when your face had gone from shocked to somewhat furious. "I-I'm sorry I..." he stammered an apology as you stood up and draped your coat around your shoulders. "let's go." he shut his mouth and trailed behind you, forgetting about his lobster.
the ride home was short but felt like an eternity. mark already knew what was coming to him and knew better than to try and wriggle himself out of it. his droopy puppy eyes and pouty lips will get him nowhere today. but, no matter how hard he tries to hide his excitement down there, it never goes unseen. and once you've pulled into the driveway of your shared home, his arousal couldn't be contained.
"don't be too hard on me, mommy." mark said once the door had shut out the rest of the world. you know how sensitive he is, so you weren't planning to go classic dominatrix, anyway. however, this was going to be more than a simple spank on the butt or a denial of his orgasm. "go upstairs and strip for me. then wait for me in front of the bed on your knees with your clothes folded in front of you." his eyes squint at your new request, parting his lips momentarily before just saying, "yes, mommy." knowing he shouldn't backtalk.
you gave him about two minutes to fulfill your request, tidying a few things here and there, before climbing up the stairwell into your bedroom. where mark kneeled naked with his shaky hands covering his junk, his outfit folded in front of him just like you asked, with his hat being the cherry on top. "good boy." you pat his fluffy hair before sinking down to his level. "why couldn't you be good while we were out?" you smirked, hinting that you weren't really mad, but his glassy eyes still shifted. "I'm sorry, mommy."
he did look sorry. his baby face almost persuaded you too drop everything and call it a day. but you didn't want him to believe he could get away with going against your rules. "hands and knees on the bed for me, please." you caressed his cheek, lovingly. he obeyed and you scooped up his clothes and put them away in the closet, fetching your play box while you're there. picking out your most used items.
once you're behind him, you couldn't help but drink the sight of his slim figure arching sinfully for you. he was freshly groomed, not a hair in sight, and his cute cock already made a tiny puddle on the sheets as he waited patiently for your next move. he sucks in a deep breath once he felt your pointer finger glide along the crevice of his ass, his hips searching for more. "stay," you said, firmly, and he stopped instantly, clutching the sheets just a tad tighter.
you enter him slowly, feeling the muscle tense around you as you explored his walls. a little baby whimper already begging you for more as mark struggles to keep himself from grinding into your finger. you place a random slap to his ass, making him jump and give you an opportunity to place a second finger inside.
he gasps from the stretch, and the cold liquid that you squeezed onto your fingers, a few drops flying onto mark's lower back. a lewd squelching noise making its way throughout the room as you jammed your fingers inside of him. "m-mommy!" he cries when you discover the walnut shaped gland, burying his face in the pillow. "oh, fuck!" he fights the urge to touch himself.
you spank his ass a few times, watching him jolt with each hit. each lewd sound being muffled by his self-designated support pillow. "m-mommy... c-can I...?" he trails off, a rich groan cutting in. "can you what, babe?" you stop your movements, leaning over his slim body to see his flushed face already covered by his golden hair. "you want to cum don't you?" you answer for him, massaging his outer rim tenderly.
mark nodded his head readily, responding with a flimsy whimper and those starry, ingenuous eyes flickering towards you. "alright then," you take a seat next him, and seeing his vulnerable position in a different angle fueled your arousal. he peeked over his pillow, his puppy eyes landing on your hands patting your thigh smoothly. "come ride your mommy's thighs."
you can automatically notice the perfect bashful shade creep onto the tip of his ears as your grin could no longer be restrained. "seriously?" he squeaks, jumping from octave to octave, to which you nod. he takes a second to glare at your jean-clad thighs before lifting himself and resting himself in between your leg. you let him adjust before pulling him down for a quick kiss, tasting the savory seasoning that still lingered in his tongue.
with your hands grabbing hold of his narrow hips, you guided him to softly grind his naked cock. he inhaled steadily before repeating his earlier movements, letting out a breathy moan. you hum in approval as he picked up his pace, tightening your grip. "feel good?" you wonder, since he'd never tried this before. "mmhmm!" he whines endearingly before throwing his head back. "it feels amazing."
you let your hands wander down to his ass, groping the flesh before giving it a harsh slap, encouraging him to go faster. mark starts panting as he gets closer to orgasm, wrapping his dainty figure around your shoulders as continued to toy with him. to test his limits, you slipped two fingers inside him and the girlish moan that trembled past his lips was divine. "I-I'm gonna c-cum." he stutters, twisting his hips for the most amount of pleasure. "cum, baby boy." you said, and instantly a silky puddle seeped through your jeans.
slowing his tempo, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, giving it sweet, baby pecks. "what do you say?" you queried, removing your middle and ring finger from his entrance. he gasps from realization, sitting back on his heels to glance at you. "I'm sorry! thank you, mommy." you tsk and shake your head, "that's two rules you've broken. get back to your original position."
without another word, you fetch the strap that you'd tossed beside the bed earlier and slip yourself into it, making sure it's nice and fitted. just as he was ordered, mark arched his back in the same position, seeing the toy out of his peripheral. tongue-in-cheek, he anticipated your cock to stretch his walls with lube dripping down the inner parts of his legs.
to tease, you lightly tap the tip on his hole, admiring the way it clenched. "please~" he begged, softly, slightly swaying his hips. you held them still before informing, "if you make any noise, you won't cum. understand?" mark clears his throat swiftly, "yes, mommy. I understand."
after adding another generous amount of lube, you slowly slip past his entrance, allowing him to prepare for your strokes. he's already nibbling on the inside of his cheeks to contain any sinful noises that will confiscate his orgasm, tightly clutching the sheets. and when you finally snap your hips forward, his eyes shut, barely catching the tiny moan in his throat.
you, on the other hand, showed your arousal shamelessly. "your asshole's so sexy—swallows my cock so well." you murmured, marveling at the cock disappearing inside him with ease. "you may speak now." instantly, he cried out, "thank you, mommy! you feel so good!" his outburst encouraged you to pick up your pace, slamming into him. he drags out a long moan, tears collecting in the corner of his eyes. "f-fuck, mommy, I-I'm going to—" you silenced him by shoving his head into the pillow. "hush, baby."
shutting his lips, his breathe hitched, his dick starting to pulse. he bit the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip as his release ripples through his body. suddenly, he released a huge exhale as cum spews out of his tip, dripping down his shaft, eventually creating a mess in the sheets.
"you okay, baby boy?" you ask with a much more empathetic tone, delicately scrapping your nails down his back. he fully collapsed himself. "yeah," he turns his head towards you, the ends of his yellowish hair dampened with sweat. "I'm okay." he assures, his beloved smile making his eyes crinkle. "too bad our waiter wasn't here to see this."
johnny seems to be the type to have a good intuition on who's dominant or submissive (or a switch), and immediately laying eyes on you made him instantly go dom alert! however, you were quite unique compared to the other dommes he had met in the very same club. instead of having a classic dominatrix vibe, you were more gentle and laidback. so, naturally intrigued he was, he bought you a couple drinks and let you lead him to bed. and it was almost like he had an epiphany the moment you crawled on top of him and made him call you mistress. he never imagined that being told what to do would turn him on as much as it did, and he didn't last very long because of it.
ah, yes. the og femboy in all of nct. he's got a little more zest for being openly submissive more than anybody. however, being in a dom man's world, he had sadly never been the role he always wanted to play. until, you came in and made his knees buckle with your mesmerizing authority. the way you wiggled your finger to lure him to like as if he was under a sick spell made him shameless. he let you twist him into all kinds of lewd positions most men wouldn't even think of doing without a red face, letting you completely take over his body to do whatever you please like a true masochist.
our mountain man had never gave much thought into giving up the reins and letting his partner take lead. he naturally attracts submissive partners, and thus plays the dominant role. but somehow, you were able get him crawling towards you, literally, with pleading eyes as you merciless toyed with the cock ring settings, his arms turning wobbly. surprisingly, he was obedient, flashing his healing smile after every command. after switching roles a few times, he'll become more of a bratty sub, challenging your strength with broken rules, inappropriate touches, and suggestive looks. all so you can snap and put him in his place, reminding him of the power you possess over him.
he'd be the first to deny any accusation of him being a bottom. he wants to feed into society and be the manly man, but the thought of being tied up always creeped up on him. so as a bachelor, he tried his luck at a local kink club, looking around for somebody with a red handkerchief—a femdom. he finally spot you in a corner, chatting with a friend. "e-excuse me," he stuttered softly, just loud enough to be heard over the bumping techno music. those two words had gotten him to your bedroom, limbs tied with a gag stuffed in his mouth. muffled cries and long lines of spit dripping down his chin as you fucked him, and he never felt more like himself.
there was something about the way he danced in the middle of the crowd, with a red solo cup in hand and his hips moving seductively, that sparked a new sense of dominance. instantly, the fantasy of him swaying his hips above you, rubbing his sweet ass against your pelvis comes to mind, followed by an unholy role reversal. although jay had never been submissive, let alone a bottom, your offer was too amusing to pass up. so he snuck you into his fraternity room, and let you have your way. pulling his curled hair as he gave you the best lap dance of you life, then laying him down with his legs up so you could fuck him stupid in the amazon position. let's just say he'd definitely ask for your number afterwards.
sicheng is definitely not a party goer. he would much prefer staying home and practicing his traditional chinese dancing or watching anime rather than standing alone with incomprehensible conversations buzzing in his ears. but if he had stayed home as he intended, he would've never caught your attention and had lost his virginity. winwin can be rather awkward and bashful when it comes to flirting and relationships, definitely preferring his partner to make the decisions. he figured that out after his first kiss, which had way too much tongue from his end, that maybe he should just sit back and allow himself to be controlled. that one festive night had proved his theory. being submissive brought a foreign feeling of lewdness (that felt just as good as it was dirty), as his flexible body of his was being folded and twisted as if he were simply a toy. he loved it.
don't let his cuteness fool you, he's a party animal. he loves being the center of attention, and his mesmerizing and energetic moves certainly brings in a crowd, one that includes you. you watched as he rolled his body in sync with the music, with a silly grin on his face. he seemed too pure to be in a night club, perhaps that's why you yearned for him so bad. once his performance was over, you approached him. "hey, angel," you called after tapping him on the shoulder, his face seeming to glow after being called 'angel.' "can I buy you a drink?" little did you know a couple of drinks later you'd have him on all fours, spanking him as he moaned for more. "again, please!" he'd never been spanked before or even had a woman on top of him due to lack of experience, and these new sensations were pushing him over the edge. he would've came just from the spanking if you hadn't stopped and started riding the shit out of him.
it felt surreal; the way you were fucking his tight hole while the hard rap music played in the distance. how you hit every pleasure point and made his back arch significantly, almost as if he were possessed, and made him make such shrill, slutty noises that he didn't even know he was capable of spilling out his pretty lips. "oh, god—mommy!" he gasped, his newly manicured nails causing damage to your back. "may I cum?" he asked very politely, voice stumbling towards the end of his sentence. of course, you grant him his orgasm. it'd be a shame if you didn't see his tongue loll over his puffy lips with his eyelids barely drooping over his irises while his whole body trembled. he definitely became less interested in daddy dom porn afterwards.
