Pronouns: none used, written as an afab! reader. Reader does wear a dress.
Genre: Exes to lovers, non-idol au, Taemin is a famous cherographer and you two see each other at Hoshi's wedding.
Warning: smut of course, pussy eating, dom!reader, femdom, cheating, pulling Taem's hair, and grabbing his shirt. Y/n is called mommy
Word count: 1789.. it was supposed to be only 1000 words.
BTW, this is NOT the story I teased a week ago. I'm still working on my Yandere!Taemin fic.
I'm just so in love with Taemin y'all.. but y'all already knew that.
Happy Subby!September! Thank you to everyone who is reading, writing, and reblogging. We are just getting started!
Smut below the cut! Enjoy.
The wedding reception was vibrant and full of energy. But, your heart drops when you spot him from across the room.
Your ex.
At Hoshi's wedding, of all places? You both shared a mutual surprised look, and suddenly, the upbeat song seemed a bit too loud.
Memories of old times flashed by as you caught his eye. This was going to be an interesting evening for you.
Not to mention, the woman by his side is drop-dead gorgeous, and you're sure she's a model or some influencer.
Being a choreographer, you know he makes his rounds around the entertainment industry.
You get up from the table and head to the bathroom. The last thing you want is to show any emotions and make this about you. This is about celebrating your good friend, and you don't want to draw any attention to you.
You retreat to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup is still perfect, your hair is flawless, and you look amazing in your outfit. You take a couple of deep breaths.
"I don't have feelings for him anymore.. so why am I tripping?"
"You don't have feelings for me.. anymore.. mommy?" Taemin voices announces into the bathroom, and you glare at him as you stare at him in the mirror.
While you thought hearing that name would feel foreign to you, instead, you miss it. A little more than you would like to admit.
You can't even hide your facial expressions, so you turn around to face him. You wrap your arms around your body, holding yourself in hopes that you can keep it together.
"No, we're over... remember?" Your echo of the truth is a reminder that he doesn't belong to you anymore.
He wanted to end things because he felt like monogamy wasn't something he wanted to continue. So, he walked away from you.
"I know that, but you haven't answered the question. Because if I'm being real with you. I'm not over you. Every person I sleep with, I have to close my eyes and imagine that it's you that I'm with."
Of course, the most infamous choreographer and dancer in your home country has been with other people since the split. That was the whole purpose, right? But it still doesn't feel good hearing it.
But, simultaneously, you feel a little emotion stir inside you, because he still isn't over you.
"Does my answer even matter?" You challenge him.
Taemin tilts his head, and studies your body language. His piercing dark brown eyes, and you know that right now, he's the bold, confident, loudmouth Taemin. In a snap of a finger, if you step into "mommy mode," he will be a whimpering mess under your control. He can get into his subspace so easily for you.
"For me, it does," he responds softly.
A surge of memories hits you – the late-night rehearsals, the impromptu dance sessions at dawn. The way you two would hook up at his dance studio. The passion between the two of you is undeniable. But you know, along with those fun memories comes the bitter ones, the fights, and the jealousy.
"Why now?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. "After all this time, after everything that happened, why bring this up now?"
You watch him take a deep breath, looking down momentarily, before returning his mesmerizing gaze to yours.
"It's simple. Everywhere I go, all I see and imagine is you. You used to choke me the way I liked, spank me, spoil me, love me, touch me. Make me submit like no one else could. I'm still in love with you, Y/n."
You want to speak, and you open your mouth to do so, but you stop yourself. You take a moment to process what he just told you.
Your relationship with him was such a whirlwind. He's never been your typical type of guy you like to date. You are quiet and reserved around people you don't know. Only a selected person gets to see your true personality shine.
But, Taemin is outspoken, flirty, and outgoing all the time. He's always the center of attention in some type of way. You never wanted to dim his light or stop his beautiful energy. But, at times, his innocence gets misinterpreted by someone dying for his attention.
Which created issues in your relationship. He has five million Instagram followers, which is more than some of the idols he choreographs for.
He's pretty much a big deal to a lot of people. But, no one has ever experienced him in the way that you have.
"Kiss me," you mumble.
You get out of your head and try to ground yourself back into your body. You know you will ruminate over this if you don't let your body take the lead.
Taemin steps closer into your presence and presses his soft, juicy lips against yours. Your eyes shut immediately, and you allow him to take the lead momentarily. He deepens the kiss and wraps his hands around your waist, and you pull him closer to your body.
You pull back from him, and you feel that familiar feeling come over you. That surge of energy allows you to take control of the situation.
"Mommy? Can I taste you?" The words slip off his tongue so quickly, and you wanted nothing more than to shove his face right into your pussy.
How did he know that you even wanted him in that way?
You removed Taemin's suit jacket and laid it on the sink, and you hiked up your dress so that you can prepare his meal for him.
How could you deny yourself the satisfaction of having the best head in your life? Even if it meant this was just a one-time hookup.
You spread your legs for Taemin, and you are already wet with excitement.
"Come on and eat it before your girlfriend comes looking for you," you taunt him.
"She doesn't care. She's just with me for her social media page."
You run your finger down your slit and feel how wet you are just from kissing Taemin. It never fails how you always react to him so easy.
Taemin smirks and kneels before you just enough to be at eye level at your core. He places his hands on your thighs for leverage as he jams his tongue inside you.
You instantly realize how much you have missed his tongue deep inside you. The feeling of his tongue warms you in a way that you can't explain. It's familiar, and it feels even better as he begins to lap at your folds.
"God, I've missed your tongue, Taem. You're still the best head I've ever had that."
You expect Taemin to respond to your comment, but he's lost himself inside of your sacred world. He mixes up his technique from sucking on your clit to giving you very slow, but passionate kisses that cause your body to jilt every time. To do it all over again in between speeds and variations.
The feeling of having Taemin eat you out like it's his last meal on Earth has your mind spinning a bit when he services you like this. You know that his words are really true.
There is no way that he eats out that IG model like this.
Taemin is way too good and knows exactly what you need when you need it.
He's so good at reading your body language since he's an empath. He knows what you want before you even say it. That's how in sync you two are.
But, you snap out of the state of euphoria, and you grab him by the hair. "Taem, now I know you heard me when I praised you... Is that how you respond to Mommy?"
"No, mommy. I'm sorry, you just taste so good. That's why I was in my own little world with your pussy. Thank you for praising me. You know I love when you do that. Can I continue to worship you?"
You instantly felt the aching of your sex when you pulled him away from you. You want to regret it, but you also know he must obey you.
"Fine, but you know I like it when you respond to me. Got it."
"Yes."
You stare into his eyes with his hair still in your hand and his beautiful plump lips covered in your juices.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes... Mommy."
"Good boy."
You release his hair and guide the back of his head back to your pussy. Not that you needed to guide him, but you like being able to control him in this way.
Taemin returns to pleasuring you like he never stops. He licks away at your pussy, and the gushy sound of his tongue and your juices mixed has you hornier than ever.
"Mommy.. I love pleasuring you."
"I can tell. You see how wet I am."
"I love it.. can I feel your juices on my fingers?"
"Yes.."
Taemin turns his hand over and sticks his thick middle finger inside you, and you clench around him. He runs his thumb over your clit in circles.
You look down at him, and you can't get over the fact that you never expected to be on a bathroom sink with your legs spread with Taemin's head in between them during your bestie's wedding.
As if on cue, Taemin runs his tongue across his top lip slowly to savor your taste.
You grab him by the shirt and pull him in for a kiss. You slip your tongue into his mouth and savor the taste of yourself. These are the wild moments you miss.
Your tongue swirls around in his mouth as you two are locked in a passionate kiss. The combination of kissing him and his fingers working their magic on you is enough to tip you over the edge.
Taemin's skillful digits continue to pump into you, and you already feel yourself squirt on his middle finger.
"Finish me off," You pull away from Taemin and push his head back down.
Taemin holds onto you as he buries his face deep into your center, and he tongue fucks you because he knows that's what you like.
You both know your body is already so sensitive, and by the way, your hips are starting to buck you. The time to release is approaching.
You moan uncontrollably as Taemin's expert tongue explores every inch of your core, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. The anticipation builds, and with one final flick of his tongue, you explode in a mind-shattering climax.
Taemin comes back up and licks his lips again. "I will never get enough of how you taste, Mommy."
You hop off the sink and adjust your dress. Your legs are wobbly, and Taemin helps you with your dress.
You kiss Taemin on the cheek and say, "I might let you taste me again."
SUB!BAEKHYUN x (fem) READER: SUBBY SEPTEMBER DAY 2
“I fall to pieces when I'm with you.”
PRONOUNS USED: NONE (fem implied/mommy)
TWS: Sex toys, BDSM, Sub!idol, dom!reader, mommy kink, gagging, and hair pulling.
WORD COUNT: 568
It was simple, all he had to do was stay quiet and sit still for five minutes while you were on the phone, Baekhyun swore that he could do it too and was so confident in himself.
But, not even two minutes into the call he had snuck up behind you and screamed, causing you to scream into the customer's ear and lose another sell.
He hadn’t even realized what he did until you politely apologized, as soon as it hit him what he had done he covered his mouth and looked at you with wide eyes, silently praying that you wouldn’t be too mad at him.
But after ending the call it became clear that you were more than just mad, it didn’t take rocket science to figure that out either, the way you pulled his hair and forced him on his knees was enough to tell him that you were beyond pissed.
“Why are you always so disobedient?” You asked.
With his face scrunched up in pain Baekhyun laughed a little, his playful demeanor telling you that he still thought he’d be able to get out of this easily.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize that I was- ow!” He whimpered in pain as you pulled his hair even harder.
“You didn’t realize?” You leaned down to him so you could be at eye level and pushed him down on his back.
Baekhyun tried his best to get you to calm down, flashing you a cheeky smile and laughing nervously as you stood over him, but it was no use.
In a matter of minutes his hands were tied behind his back, you had quickly stripped him and gotten a vibrating cock ring a bit too small for his liking out of the closet.
Still, he tried his best to plead with you as he dropped his bratty tone and leaned forward with a desperate expression, saying in a shaky voice: “Mommy please, I really didn’t mean to, I swear! If you untie me I promise I’ll stay quiet while you work.”
He expected this to work since it had gotten him out of trouble once or twice, but there wasn’t anything he could say that would save him now.
All he could do was endure the pleasurable torture, helplessly moaning against the gag in his mouth as he sat on the small sofa behind your work desk, you could tell by the sounds of his muffled moans that he was right on that edge of feeling amazing and feeling pitiful.
It’s exactly where you wanted him. But after just two minutes of you taunting him and poking at him for being bratty.
Baekhyun was already whimpering and trying his hardest to convey how badly he wanted you, breathing heavily as he whimpered against the gag and squirming every time you changed the pacs of the vibrator around his cock.
“Be a good boy and maybe I’ll ride you when I finish up,” You said as you put your hand on his shoulder.
Baekhyun looked up at you, already it looked like he could hardly contain himself, but you didn’t care, he could cum all he wanted, but he wouldn’t be released until you made another sell.
“So don’t be too loud, or I’ll leave you like this all night,” As you said this you turned the vibrator up to his least favorite setting, knowing that it would only make it harder for him to keep his voice down even while being gagged.
Baekhyun closed his eyes, gently leaning his head back as he let out muffled moans, you could hear a soft ‘Please’ as he opened his eyes and looked up at you, now begging with his eyes as his hips shuttered and his body tensed up, he was praying that you'd let him off the hook since he knows just how far you'll go to teach him a lesson.
But the feeling of you once again changing the pace told him that there was no chance that you'd go easy on him today. “Shh, mommy has work to do.” You grinned and kissed him over the gag, Baekhyun whined and wiggled around, becoming desperate for your touch.
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)
okay... maybe I got carried away. the plan was for him to wear it only while he was at practice. he wanted a challenge, and I gave him one. but the way his face contorted and muscles flexed as he tried to gracefully be in sync with the music—it made something sadistic come out of me.
he did a good job of hiding his arousal, I'll give him that. however, I did not appreciate the dirty looks he gave me. whether they were serious or not.
once his instructor has called it a day, I walk over to him. his hands rested above his knees, slightly hunched over. if you looked close enough, you could see the hardened tip of his penis poking against his track pants.
I allow a comforting hand to rest on his back, lightly rubbing his spine with the pad of my thumb. "you did great, sweetie." I complemented him, handing him a bottle of water. he mumbled a quick sentence of gratitude before popping off the cap and taking a long gulp. I wait until he's finished. "however, I didn't like your attitude towards me."
he looks at me through his sweat drenched hair, a clear mischief glossing over them. he knows what he's doing. "and what are you going to do about it?" he's challenging me, as if I didn't have the power to make cry or beg like the whore he is.
I grabbed hold onto his smooth jaw, feeling his sweat stick onto my fingers. there's a sudden shift in his behavior. he's less tense and resistant, as if he's given up himself to me, so I could whatever I please. his mouth parts open slightly to allow silent, submissive breaths to blow out as he admired me.
I leaned over, stopping so our noses nearly touched and I could see his deep brown eyes flicker with excitement. "you'll see, kitten." and with that, I left. ten let out the smallest whine, as I parted from him, but made no attempt to stop me.
besides, I have a class to teach and he knows better than to make me late. it was only an hour long hip hop lesson for beginners, piece of cake.
but apparently a lot can happen in one hour, because when I arrived back home, exhausted, I could hear the unmistakable moans from my boyfriend.
he didn't even try to lock the bedroom door or even close it. he left it open just enough for me to see him stroke his cock while the vibrating plug was thrown onto the floor, also where I could see. I stormed in, infuriated. "what do you think you're doing, kitty?"
"oh, mommy!" he faked a stunned expression but didn't stop the strokes on his cock. he was a terrible actor. "don't start with that fake shit, it'll only get you in more trouble than you're already in. now go get the rope." I pointed to our shared dresser across the room.
I could already sense an argument coming from him as he hadn't moved yet. so, I made sure that I wasn't going to be tolerating his brattiness. "now!" he retrieves the red bondage with an annoying pout, handing it to me and returning to his spot on the bed.
this time, I only take off my top, leaving everything else on. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing my full body, it'll only make punishing him harder.
I crawl on top of him then sit on his torso, with my legs on either side of him. as always, he squirms and puts up a fight when I attempt to bind his wrists. "stop it, kitty. or you might not even come at all." I knew that would grasp his attention. there's no better way to torture ten than to deny his orgasm. the boy loves to cum.
he allows me to tie his other wrist successfully with no problem. however, it wasn't long until he started chatting my ear off. "mommy, I'm sorry for being a bad kitty. can I please not get punished? I'll do anything. please?" he quivered his lip and gave me his best puppy eyes that were almost persuading.
"uh, no." I said, quickly and blankly. a more upset pout returning to his face and a small hmph! announcing his disappointment. I reached over and grabbed the lube that was somehow conveniently chilling on ten's nightstand, forcing my boobs in his face.
for once, he doesn't make some sarcastic, witty remark as he normally does. despite not having an orgasm yet, he was already overstimulated. so, what's a better punishment than edging?
I poured a generous amount of lubricant on my fingers and warm it up a bit, then rub some onto his hole. he shivers from the liquid, and becomes needy. a lewd, desperate whimper comes from deep within his chest as I teased him, mercilessly. circling my digits around his entrance for an unnecessary amount of time.
"please, hurry." irritated, he whines, pushing into my touch. I ignored his plead and hold his hips steady, finally pushing the edge of my middle finger past his entrance. it slips right in with no hassle, very satisfying. but I stop knuckle deep, slowly turning my finger, unnecessarily, containing the urge go deeper.
I hear his toes crack as he curls them, a needy whine coming out of his lips. the small thrusting of my finger is already pushing him to the edge. for someone who loves to tease, he sure doesn't like being teased back. a true brat.
slowly but surely, I shoved the whole length of my fingers within his walls. hesitating to add a second as he clenched around me, searching for more friction. "beg for it, kitten. beg for mommy to fuck you with her finger." I demanded with a cold yet sexy tone that drove him wild.
"please, mommy! please fuck my slutty little hole with your finger! please, I'll be a good kitty, I promise!" he cries, beautifully, while tugging against the rope. his skin starting camouflage with it. "but you haven't been a good kitty, so why should I?" I question, slowly removing my finger from his walls. "I'll be a good kitty from now on, I promise! I don't even have to cum, just please fuck me, mommy."
I shove my finger through his entrance, a choked moan and the small squeak from the bed frame rewarding me, forcing the corner of my lips to twitch up into a smirk. I drifted off until my own little world as I fucked him with my fingers, my only focus being on the lube spilling out his rim, the little twitch of his thighs, and the whorish moans coming out of his filthy mouth.
ten's little baby whimpers is what brought me back. he was close to cumming, his hips twirling and veiny arms tending against the rope. just when he about to hit his peak, I stopped everything. my fingers leaving him as he cried out, "mommy, no! I was so close!" I didn't say anything, just tapped his little thigh before retrieving the strap on, pulling it over my joggers.
his ecstatic expression made me want to ruin him more. there was no way he was cumming. I already made that decision when he gave me that sly grin with his lip being pulled by his teeth. "fuck me good, mommy." I flicked open the lube last time before giving him a devilish look of my own, spreading the liquid on the naughty toy. "bet."
he takes a deep breath as I slide in the tip, easily. I didn't wait for him to adjust before starting a steady pace, a light slap going to his thigh. he wraps his legs around my waist and I hang onto them, rubbing tender fingers along his skin as I progressively go faster. ten arches his back as he feels his prostate being stimulated, eyes on my boobs jiggling beneath my bra.
his teeth are practically stuck between his lip, constantly tugging on it, only releasing to let out a moan or two. "I-I'm cumming now." he stutters, his body beginning to reveal to obvious signs of upcoming orgasm. my grip tightens on his shaky legs and I thrust faster, making him yelp and thrash. but I denied him again, just when he was about to burst.
I didn't pay attention to his begging or complaining, because I already had a good argument, "I thought you said you didn't have to cum as long as I fucked you?" I arch an eyebrow and his face goes red once he remembered. I plant a kiss to his cheek and untie his hands. "that's so unfair." he grumbled, rubbing his aching wrists.
→ in which baekhyun wants a threesome with y/n (male!reader) and his best friend taeyong.
✄┈ warnings/tags: well shit, good luck with this one... choking, degradation, not implied but 100% consent, freaky freak baekhyun, vanilla turned...something taeyong, y/n subtly has a switch from soft!dom to hard!dom, slapping (of the buttocks), prostate milking (subtle), cum swapping? (y/n swaps spit with ty while he still has bh's cum in his mouth) idk what the hell else is in here :) enjoy
↬ word count: 4.2k
↬ published: 01.03.22
sex. pretty good, right? even better when the people you end up sleeping with are celebrities. what’s not anticipated though, in that whole ordeal, is if your only clients are pretty much best friends… and the brattiest client proposes a threesome with you and said best friend.
“how do you know he won’t freak out?” y/n panted, grunting as the male on top of him swiveled his hips, hands clawing down his chest.
the male on top let out a sultry giggle, although he ended up moaning louder than expected as y/n thrust his hips up, a loud clap sounding throughout the room. “the way he talks about you, plus—fuck—wait til he finds out you’re fucking both of us.”
baekhyun was no stranger to the fact that he and his best friend, taeyong, were both sleeping with the same man. y/n used to have a bit of a reputation with some idols, coming to stick to the few trusted clients when there was an issue of another idol claiming they caught something from him; it was a lie. that idol had their own nightly escapades to worry about, blaming it on the one person they knew got around in the industry.
baekhyun knew a bit about the dynamics between the two, taeyong confiding in baekhyun about his sexcapades with the other. he knew taeyong was on the softer side, the younger quite obvious in the fact that he was rather uncomfortably new to the whole world of baekhyun’s brat adventures; so he wanted to have a threesome—show him how he and y/n get down. or it might have been baekhyun’s corruption kink doing all the work…
he gritted his teeth when the angling of y/n’s hips proved fruitful as his tip prodded against his prostate, a slutty whine leaving his throat as his own hips sporadically thrusted against y/n’s, chasing his high. “almost there, almost—fuck!”
y/n barely chuckled, “ah, you’re such a slut, hyung; thinking of your best friend while fucking someone else.”
baekhyun whimpered, ignoring the burning and tightening of his calves as he bounced; up, down, up, down, all until that gathering feeling in his stomach erupted.
thick streams of white spurted from his tip and onto y/n’s tattoo-covered torso. the man gripped his hips tighter, groaning as the idol clenched around him, gyrating his hips to milk himself of all he had.
and in a bout of expiring adrenaline, baekhyun planted his feet flat on the mattress and bounced, almost toppling over as the new angle jabbed directly into his sweet spot. y/n let out a loud curse, nearing his own high. almost 15 seconds later, baekhyun was dry orgasming in overstimulation and the tight clenching of his ass pulled y/n closer and closer to his own high.
“fuck, i’m gonna cum.”
that sentence leaving y/n’s mouth was all that baekhyun needed to hear to, somehow, pull off of y/n before removing his condom and jerking him to finish. as a grunting moan left y/n’s throat, baekhyun stuck his tongue out, closing his eyes and welcoming the shooting load onto his face.
y/n looked down at him from between his legs, baekhyun’s wrist still flicking, spurts of cum flying onto his cheeks and tongue. “fucking hell.”
“you went and did what?”
baekhyun was staring at his best friend in shock, the other only having the same old innocent gaze in his glittery eyes.
“i got a belly button piercing a couple of days ago.”
the older looked dumbfounded, why was he not informed of this spectacular addition?
taeyong puffed his cheeks out and looked around before leaning closer to baekhyun, “and y/n hyung has been really gentle because of it.” taeyong watched his eyebrows perk up for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“has he now?”
“yeah, but i like it,” he smiled at his lap, a blush settling on his warm cheeks, “a lot.”
baekhyun let out a gasp similar to one who’s been betrayed, “yong, you’re such a softie,” he teased, “don’t you want a little spice; a little roughness? i got some the other day and wow! i came twice in less than a minute.”
taeyong inhaled a sharp breath, “one minute? doesn’t that hurt?”
“that’s what makes it feel good,” baekhyun all but moaned out in reminiscence of the other night.
“oh, i wouldn’t know. i always called the safe word when it started to hurt.”
it was safe to say baekhyun never wanted taeyong to be fucked senseless as much as he did right then. the baby cowered at a little pain? oh honey.
and y/n being gentle? all because of a belly piercing? who knew the rough beast of a man he knew could be so versatile?
baekhyun didn’t have any hard feelings for it either; he was the one who told y/n to be as rough as he could. it was the only way he could get off after discovering his own kinks. corruption, overstimulation, choking, and spit don’t particularly beg for gentleness, do they?
days had gone by before baekhyun found the right time to propose his idea. however, the concept of ‘the right time’ must be different for baekhyun, because he asked taeyong if he would join him and y/n during an argument.
the secret was out. taeyong now knew y/n slept with other people. they weren’t exactly exclusive, but the fact that he was sleeping with baekhyun and the latter not saying anything after all this time didn’t sit right with him.
“are you out of your mind? you’re just now telling me we’re sleeping with the same guy and you want to have a threesome?” taeyong found it absurd, but baekhyun thrived off the idea, shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head.
“you’re sick! and to make it worse, i’ve been telling you about him and i and you just—gosh you’re so frustrating!” taeyong cried out.
he slammed his hands on the dining table, shaking his head. “you know what? get out! get out of my house. i can’t believe you.”
“well, your little saint kicked me out when i asked.”
y/n snorted, trying to hold back his laughter, eyeing around the sm lobby. “i know, he told me all about it when i went over the other day.
baekhyun all but scoffed, “he’s really upset with me? but is perfectly fine with calling you over right after?” y/n only shrugged his shoulders, folding his hands behind his head on the sofa.
“to be fair, he already knew i was sleeping with other people. he’s just upset with you because you knew who he was talking about this whole time and acted like you didn’t.”
“still! i don’t see why he’d hold a grudge over that,” baekhyun pouted, huffing as he folded his arms across his chest. a few moments passed before baekhyun perked up, a sly smirk pulling on his lips as he slowly turned to y/n.
“i didn’t know you were such a softie too.”
y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, “what are you talking about?”
“tae told me all about how you were all extra soft and gentle when he got his belly button piercing. i figured he was about as vanilla as one could get, but you? that was a surprise!”
y/n smacked his lips, finding baekhyun’s words silly, “i’m not vanilla. who do you think takes all my energy up because their kinks are so demanding?” baekhyun knew he meant well and wasn’t shaming his kinks, so he could laugh about it.
“oh please—”
“so i was just sloppy seconds, huh?” both men looked over in shock, finding taeyong standing right next to the sofa they were sitting on. y/n stood up, turning toward the fragile boy.
“no, no of course no—”
“oh, so then you weren’t really being gentle, you were being lazy with me while you gave baekhyun hyung your undivided attention?” taeyong didn’t want to be angry at y/n in this situation, but after interpreting his words as such, he struggled not to feel conflicted toward him.
and although he wasn’t having the best feelings towards the two at the moment, there was a gnawing feeling in him that wanted him to be the one who had all of y/n’s attention.
“fine, i’ll do it. i’ll do the threesome.”
“are you sure you want to do this, yong? you don’t need to prove anything, if that’s what you’re trying to do.” now settled in his apartment, y/n tried to get taeyong to reconsider, not wanting the boy to go out of his comfort zone.
“oh i’m not trying to prove anything to you, you’re proving something to me.” taeyong sassed. it was his first time ever giving y/n attitude and the other didn’t know whether this would be a good or bad thing. but baekhyun, kinky as he was, was thriving off the conflict. his taeyong was finally emerging out of his vanilla shell. he was evolving.
“and what is that?”
“y/n hyung is going to prove to me that i’m not just his sloppy seconds and you’re going to prove to me that… that…” he didn’t really know what he wanted baekhyun to prove to him, but he wasn’t going to let him get away with embarrassing him like that.
“you’re going to be vanilla today.”
all baekhyun could think from those words was ‘worst top 10 anime betrayals’ because there was no way in hell taeyong thought baekhyun would get off from vanilla sex. but then he realized, that’s precisely why the sneaky bastard chose that, it was his punishment. but taeyong must not have known of his one true kink…
“and hyung is going to fuck me like he never has.” corruption.
taeyong set himself up with this one. baekhyun could nut just from watching the two if he had to because to see taeyong be rid of his kink virginity would be nothing but a sexual fantasy come to life for him. and he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell taeyong about that.
“alright, boss us around.” taeyong told y/n. sure, this threesome was conditioned by taeyong’s rules, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be the dominant one.
“wait, safe word or color system?”
taeyong went to answer safe word but baekhyun cut him off, “sweetie,” he gave a sultry look, “he is going to fuck you senseless, i’d choose the color system. it’s easier to remember than one random word.”
and baekhyun didn’t miss the bobbing of taeyong’s adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly at the warning.
“color system.”
“alright, both of you strip. taeyong i want you on your back, hyung on your stomach.” he already knew of baekhyun’s kinks, and if y/n wouldn’t carry them out, baekhyun would himself, so he was going to tie him up.
once both boys were situated, taeyong lying flat on his back, waiting for y/n, and baekhyun on his stomach with his hands tied behind his back with velcro cuffs, y/n grabbed the lube, condoms, and a few toys. baekhyun wouldn’t be getting the most attention today, y/n using velcro cuffs so baekhyun could get out himself should something happen. however , due to the lack of attention, this also meant he’d have to try and get off with the toys while y/n took care of taeyong.
y/n stood up straight and backed away from the bed a little, admiring the view in front of him. baekhyun was already getting hard while taeyong was still soft, not knowing what was to come. y/n was going to tease baekhyun for being hard from nothing, but then he remembered; this was taeyong’s night.
“i’m not going to touch you tonight, hyung. only taeyong,” he grabbed the vibrator wand, switching it to the lowest setting before placing it between baekhyun’s legs, against his balls, “but you still can’t cum unless i say so.”
baekhyun let out a whine, nuzzling his head in the pillow as the vibrations left him wanting for more friction.
y/n held back a smirk, turning his attention to taeyong. the boy was staring at baekhyun, in awe at how he ground his hips into the mattress, hands tied behind his back.
“don’t worry about him, i’m going to take care of you now,” he crawled over taeyong’s naked form, leaning down to where their noses almost touched and taeyong’s glittery eyes bore into his in excitement, “only you,” and he connected their lips, taeyong moaning.
the boy’s hips rose, searching for friction even though he was barely hard. kissing always turned taeyong on, and with baekhyun’s eyes on them, he felt a bit awkward, but a good awkward. y/n continued to kiss him, hands working their way down his body. once he reached taeyong’s dick he gave it a firm squeeze, a stark contrast to his normally light and gentle caresses.
taeyong let out a hiss, hands clenching and unclenching on y/n’s shoulders at the new feeling. baekhyun let out a sultry giggle as he watched the scene before him. “n/n, he’s so sensitive, isn’t he?”
y/n knew what baekhyun was trying to do. he was trying to rile them up, trying to get out of his punishment. “shut up or i’ll take away the vibrator and you’ll get off just from humping the bed like the dirty whore you are.”
taeyong gasped at the vulgarity of y/n’s words, never having heard him speak that way.
“oh, i think you’ve shocked him,” baekhyun looked at taeyong’s dick, the tip red and shiny, “maybe even excited him.”
taeyong’s cheeks burned in embarrassment, hands cradling the warm skin. y/n looked down at him, gaze softening, “ignore him. he’s just trying to start something.”
taeyong didn’t know what to say to that, but y/n made a move before anything. the latter had sat up, pulling his boxers down before un-capping the lube and squirting a healthy amount into his fingertips. taeyong shuddered when he saw his length, a neat patch of hair sitting above it.
all of a sudden, y/n grabbed under taeyong’s knee, pushing his leg up at an angle. taeyong lifted his head to see what y/n would do when he felt a finger enter him, gently prodding around his walls just how he liked it.
a guttural groan left his throat and his head fell back against the pillow as y/n stretched him open, adding another finger soon after.
“look at him, getting all bothered—fuck—from a finger. ngh.” baekhyun teased, stopping himself just to release his own noises of pleasure, his fingernails scratching against his own lower back.
y/n went to tell him to shut up again when taeyong let out a whimper. his eyebrow quirked up, bringing his clean hand up to taeyong’s cheek, “you like when he talks like that?”
taeyong whined out, nodding his head and biting his lip as y/n sped his thrusts up for a split second. his hands were flat on his stomach, not knowing what to do with them. he wanted to grab onto the mattress, the pillow, y/n’s shoulders, arms—but he couldn’t make up his mind so he settled on clawing at the little fat on his stomach whenever he needed something to grab. y/n thought it was cute while baekhyun thought it was the hottest thing ever. taeyong was already dumb over some fingers?
“fuck he’s so hot, please let me fuck him, y/n!” baekhyun cried out, hips stuttering. he wasn’t anywhere near close but the sensation from the constant friction had dulled and his hips had tired from trying to get anything more than that.
“no,” y/n replied, giving a light slap to taeyong’s thigh when the boy’s hips jolted away from him at a particular thrust. “i’m the only one who gets to fuck him tonight, isn’t that right, yongie?”
taeyong hadn’t heard much of what y/n said, too focused on the coiling heat in his stomach; all he did was cry out a ‘yes’ as his toes curled.
y/n knew taeyong was close; his toes would curl up and his legs would get restless, pushing and pulling whatever was pleasuring him. so y/n teased the both of them.
“yongie’s gonna cum soon, hyung.” he taunted baekhyun, speeding his thrusts up to help push taeyong over the edge. and as y/n’s thrusts sped up, so did the volume of his moans—it drove baekhyun crazy and y/n knew that. baekhyun was hearing and seeing his best friend be fucked and he couldn’t do anything but rut against the blanket.
“mh, y/n i’m gonna cum too—” baekhyun whined out, ass cheeks clenching as he pushed his hips against the mattress. his high would have timed perfectly with taeyong’s, but the vibrator had finally fallen over from all the movement baekhyun was making and y/n had never heard the older groan out in such turmoil as he had in the moment his climax was ripped away from him.
taeyong, on the other hand, was arching and twisting as he came, face scrunching and ass gripping y/n’s fingers with a vice. he’d never cum in such a short time, but his orgasm wasn’t as powerful as it normally was, he noticed. yet it felt just as overwhelming how y/n kept thrusting his hand, jabbing at his prostate sometimes.
he knew he was being overstimulated, it’s something he avoided during sex with y/n because like he told baekhyun, it hurt.
so as his body spasmed and tried to pull away, he cried out in protest. “stop, stop, stop!”
and y/n slowed his thrusts almost to a halt when baekhyun sat up, struggling because of the binding and how numb his legs were. he had shuffled so that his knees were above taeyong’s head.
“don’t you fucking dare y/n. tae what's your color?”
he wasn’t even sure taeyong had heard him, but a few seconds later, taeyong gasped out ‘green’, a smirk coming to baekhyun’s face. “there you go,” he cooed, bending over to mouth his way down taeyong’s chest to play with his nipples before sitting straight again, watching the younger have the time of his life.
he was already twitching again moments later, the dry orgasm ripping through him as he hollered out. y/n slowed his thrusts to a stop before pulling his fingers out and pressing kisses all over taeyong’s thighs. the boy was completely fucked out.
“color?”
taeyong’s eyes were hooded as his head rolled in the direction of y/n’s voice. he tried to speak up but his breath caught in his throat and his chest heaved when he swallowed. ‘god, he’s down so bad,’ baekhyun thought as he looked at him.
y/n, being the more attentive of the two, softly called out to the younger and caressed his cheeks to try to bring him back. “hey, hey, yong? you alright?” he peppered kisses along tayeong’s forehead and cheeks as the younger let out a tired whimper.
“i’m okay,” his head lolled, contradicting his words. he was clenching around nothing and he felt like y/n”s fingers were still in him; so much so that his cock would slightly twitch toward his stomach every few seconds.
“look at him. he’s so far gone, isn’t he n/n?” baekhyun teased, taeyong gnawing on the air as his hips gave tiny thrusts to nothing. y/n thought he couldn’t get any harder than he was at the sight, absentmindedly coating his cock with lube.
baekhyun watched the male, letting out an exaggerated gasp to alert taeyong. taeyong only half-snapped out of his daze, but baekhyun’s next words couldn’t prepare him enough for what was to come, “y/n is going to fuck you raw.”
taeyong had never gone raw, especially considering the fact that he wasn’t y/n’s only partner; but he trusted y/n and baekhyun enough, at least at the moment. he really didn’t care, all he wanted was to be filled and fucked balls de—
“fuck!”
y/n’s hips met taeyong’s, the younger automatically locking his ankles behind his hips as y/n thrust slowly for a few seconds, letting taeyong adjust to the size difference. when taeyong became accustomed to the stretch he wanted more.
“more, want more.”
baekhyun, understanding just how taeyong was feeling and knowing y/n would bend to his every will, stepped in. “nope, y/n. don’t listen to him,” he sat on his knees next to taeyong, finally removing the hand cuffs before caressing taeyong’s cheek before squeezing his jaw, “you’re not in charge, are you?” taeyong only moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
baekhyun chuckled, landing a light tap on taeyong’s cheek for his attention yet again, “ah ah ah. look at me.” his tone was firm yet y/n paid him no mind, only looking at taeyong’s reaction. he wanted to tease him, he wanted to tease the both of them so badly; so he did.
he gave a single thrust, powerful enough to have taeyong’s body jolt upward and arms waving about next to baekhyun. the elder turned to y/n, mildly upset that he was disobeyed, “why’d you do that?”
y/n smirked, taeyong clenching and grinding against him, begging for him to move. y/n placed his palm on taeyong’s lower stomach, halting his movements as he closely watched baekhyun, waiting for the right moment to strike.
‘3…’ y/n began the countdown in his head.
‘2…’ baekhyun shifted uncomfortably at his gaze.
‘1…’ baekhyun’s lips parted as he went to speak.
‘good boy.’
baekhyun let out a choked whine when y/n’s hand shot to his throat, his body being pushed backward on the mattress. as baekhyun whined, taeyong moaned—y/n’s hips meeting his as he leaned his weight forward to push baekhyun.
y/n watched as baekhyun’s face turned red and the veins in his jaw protruded, counting down 3 more seconds before loosening his grip almost completely, only leaving his thumb and middle finger to occasionally squeeze the sides of his neck.
“your hands just won’t stay still, yongie, will they?” he didn’t leave a moment for the younger to answer, grabbing taeyong’s wrist parallel to baekhyun, “open up, hyung.”
baekhyun’s mouth now fitted 4 of taeyong’s slender fingers, the tips of them grazing the back of his throat and several gags heaving in his throat. he swore he almost came when y/n tightened his grip around his neck, completely cutting off his air supply, his own hands flying to y/n’s wrist and eyes rolling back.
it was almost funny; baekhyun, the sex-crazed male who always had control over his body no matter what y/n gave him had been reduced to what taeyong was mere minutes ago—fucked dumb.
he felt like he’d champed his way through every kink he had, but this was new. and he was nowhere near done—not by y/n’s rules. baekhyun had taken a (failed) vibrator climax and almost 2 hands without cumming and all without penetration in his awaiting ass—the night was far from over. and if taeyong had to cum multiple times before baekhyun did, then so be it.
while baekhyun went through repetitive cutting off of his oxygen, taeyong had cum 2 more times, and each time his fingers slipped out of baekhyun’s mouth in an attempt to rationalize his own reaction to such an intense event. and each time it happened, y/n thrust harder and left his handprint on taeyong’s asscheek as a reminder that he didn’t have permission to remove his hand. by the time taeyong had cum a third time, he’d become nothing but an exhausted body staring at the ceiling. he and baekhyun were on the verge of passing out, but y/n knew their limits, pulling out of taeyong, releasing his grip, and pulling taeyong’s limp hand from baekhyun’s mouth.
he got down on his knees next to the bed, pulling baekhyun to rest his thighs on his shoulders before lathering hot kisses and swipes of his tongue to baekhyun’s hole. it took only two minutes before baekhyun’s hips were lifting off the bed and cum was shooting from his swollen tip. untamed grunts were leaving his mouth as his back arched, hands flying to y/n’s head. almost thirty seconds had passed and he still hadn’t stopped. but the last straw for his body was when y/n pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his middle and index fingers, prodding straight at his prostate. baekhyun could only inhale a gasp as his abs flexed and even more cum oozed from his burning tip, pooling at his navel. y/n pulled baekhyun’s cock to his lips, jerking it and sticking his tongue out to catch the shooting cream before standing up and crouching over taeyong, hand never stopping. he bought his mouth to taeyong, the younger not even registering the fact that they were kissing, baekhyun’s cum sliding off y/n’s tongue and mixing with taeyong’s saliva, gliding down his chin.
y/n waited until no more would come from baekhyun’s balls, before landing a hard slap to his ass, almost as if saying “good job.”
taeyong and baekhyun both exhaustedly rolled their heads toward each other, sharing a glance, “fucking hell.”
synopsis: When a pretty Canadian boy becomes your roommate, you just can’t help messing with him. A couple parties later, things get intimate between you two. Mark feels something he’s never felt- and craves more. When he slowly becomes more attached, you know what he wants- and who are you to refuse?
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Part 1
It was another hot day in Miami, at 80 degrees Fahrenheit.
You ignored the heat and instead chose to wait to meet your new roommate. You lived with roommates often, but they never lasted long. Either they pissed you off, or you pissed them off. Frat boys, sorority girls, you'd roomed with them all.
Many of these people were, well, less than pleasant. Of course, you couldn't help but be worried about who'd you meet this time. Despite your lively persona and tendency to party like crazy, you were still lazy. Whenever you had a roommate, a friend arranged it.
ding
You ran to the door, nearly slipping on the way there.
So you opened the door, and what you saw couldn't be better.
There stood a pretty boy with prominent cheekbones, seemingly flawless skin, and the brightest eyes you had ever seen.
His hair is so fluffy looking-
"Holy shit, you're tall."
You gazed down at him, giggling. "Mark Lee, right?"
He nodded, cocking his head to the side. "And you're Y/n?" "Here I am!"
It all happened so quickly; You intertwined your hand with his, pulling him into the apartment. In that split second, you missed his flustered expression, blushing as he looked down at your hand.
After a quick introduction and a small tour, Mark had gone to unpack.
This one was going to be fun.
SORRY THIS WAS SHORT- this will be a series though, and i plan on making the other parts longer. Based off my Miami idea!
content + warnings ⚠️ prince kink, femdom!reader, tied up tyong, fleshlight use, dirty talk, brief oral mentions, praise kink, toys, edging, you know the drill
- Don’t wanna sleep tonight? Then let me quickly mention that his arms aren’t the only extremely veiny part of his body.
- Anyway. From the beginning. Sorry for making you scream right away.
- When’s the best time to go at it you ask. As far as atmosphere is concerned? Sometime after a cozy dinner where Taeyong dished on his infamous quality cooking. A table full of tasty, healthy treats all prepared with love and diligence.
- You’ll both need the energy, trust me. And he is well aware what kind of food is a great aphrodisiac. Not that both of you wouldn’t be turned on without it. It just makes date night even more pleasurable is what I’m saying. The meal is already part of the whole process.
- No garlic nor heavy dishes either. Guy knows what he’s doing.
- He also makes sure to politely serve the food still wearing his cutest apron for some eye candy. Body-conscious, are we. Taeyong is not ignorant of how his looks affect you. His silhouette is just amazing.
- To go even further. He might actually wear some nerdy glasses. Amping up the sex appeal to new levels is an NCT thing and Taeyong certainly brings that idea to his private life as well.
- I don’t have to tell you that you won’t stay on your seat for very long once the plates are cleared off the table. There’s important neo business to attend to.
- A smooth transfer from post-dinner making out to jerking him off: Some sexy as fuck French kissing, seated on the couch and grabbing him by the tie. He’s a great lover, once your lips do their dance he’s absolutely in the moment.
- I gotta emphasize. This man’s focus on you is just unparalleled. Completely. And utterly. Undivided attention.
- Your hands already work on their own. This shit isn’t difficult when there’s an extra horny “please, please” Lee Taeyong at your disposal. He has the magic ability to absorb any nervousness from you without even doing anything in particular. That’s the boyfriend you wanna have.
- Only problem’s peeling those tight pants off because he has model legs but that’s about it. No preparations needed except some cherry-scented lube because ain’t Taeyong a sweet Cherry Bomb?
- Now handjobs... are Taeyong’s favorite thing because hey, he can use his puppy bedroom eyes on you up close (props for not melting at them right away). While at the same time getting to feel your hands which he’s obsessed with, so, so badly.
- Don’t believe me? He has a folder on his phone with 200 random pictures of them. It’s basically a shrine.
- They pet and pinch him so innocently throughout the day but give him all those milky orgasms or as many spanks as he’s ready for by night. That duality is making Taeyong so eager, you don’t even know.
- It’s easy on your esteem, Taeyong trusts you, and you can’t go wrong. It’s your hands, whatever hot thing they’re doing is magnificent to him.
- When it comes to methods, you don’t have a specific rhythm. Why do one when you can use ten? You figured out to adapt to how aroused he is rather than just steamrolling on and on.
- Simply by observing his breathing and how he twitches especially closely. Taeyong is grateful, he likes edging and drawing out his orgasm for as long as he can keep it together.
- Right from the start he always blurts out sugar-sweet and breathy whines that only get higher and higher the slower you go with your thumbs, massaging right into the underside of his cock.
- Right at the top, and all the way down at the bottom. His favorite spots. Sometimes, even paying some attention to the perineum. Which is gonna make him squeal and bite into the backside of his hand. Oh my god, king of whining.
- If you go a little faster on the other hand, he starts choking up and cries. Number one reason you’re heavily praising Taeyong because he is so overwhelmed by pleasure and doesn’t hold back on showing just that. No filter. That’s how we like it.
- When you’re going for the slower version, your favorite thing is keeping one hand up his shirt along the way. Or in his hair. It’s so soft and gives him tingles when you twirl his bangs around. At the nape of the neck especially.
- Sometimes, you hold one thigh at the inner side — god, it increases his sensitivity tenfold — or guide his wrist to join your hand as well.
- Taeyong really appreciates how you pay attention to several body parts at once. Living dream of every guy out there.
- Added benefit: If you hold his shirt or sweater up, he won’t spill any semen over the fabric. Well shit, because his spurts don’t just drizzle out. And if he does, then — not to worry anyway. Taeyong is the laundry MVP.
- Hand holding? Also not off-limits at all. And not just palm on palm, you really interlace your fingers and don’t let go until he cums. Unless you use two hands which you often will because there are so many spots to tease and so many creative techniques to try.
- Tied up does it better. Taeyong has really fidgety legs and is a reaction king. Sometimes to his detriment because he slips out of your fingers or winds into sudden contortions. Remember, this bitch is flexible. He’s not Ten but Taeyong’s surely bendy all the way. So, bondage is a good choice. Pink rope to be exact.
- To challenge his self-control even more? You give into your prince kink and put a small size crown on his head. Ordered online, kind of expensive. Let’s see if he can balance that if you’re going hard teasing the soul out of that dick. Since one thing’s for sure, you’re gonna drain him on the spot until he’s a tiny pile of bliss.
- Taeyong is so hot and bothered, about half-way in he forgets how to speak. It’s tough for him not to come early once you’re in tunnel vision mode, he can’t even look you in the eye.
- In fact. Oh shit. So much is going on with his face, you think of setting up a camera just to capture his beautiful expressions and dropped jaw. Those are worth making an entire black and white picture album.
- He really gets off from your talking. Your voice. Every little detail of what you say you’ll do to him is gonna have Taeyong losing his mind.
- You giving orders is what he enjoys the most. To use a hyperbole: Taeyong is the most obedient sub you’ll come, I mean cum across. And lord does he like some casual sexy narration as well.
- Once you make him imagine your hand being the squeezing entrance of your pussy, he’s at your mercy entirely. Worse if you say it’s your cervix opening just enough to let him in a little. Or if you use your lips to make him imagine he’s slowly pressing into it.
- You’re really 100% ready to torture this man, are you.
- Talk about using your lips. For some reason, wild and sloppy mouth movements aren’t really Taeyong’s thing. Steady and deliberate is where it’s at. Especially his tip appreciates that a lot.
- Guy’s been singing about ‘your lips’ for long enough, about time he feels them on himself. A little kiss on his dick here and there does wonders in making him tremble. Goosebumps all the way, baby.
- As boyfriend as girlfriend, you picked that up from him. When Taeyong eats pussy — guess what you do in the morning if this is the evening activity my friends — all he can think of more often than not is kissing it and kissing it some more.
- Why always tentacle your tongue around without any system to it. Sometimes, you just put your lips together and: smooch. Elegant and to the point. Y’know. Taeyong has nice pouty lips that fit perfectly on you. And you got lips that fit so well on him.
- It makes him melt into the sofa. It’s the simplest but most effective thing you can pull to give some contrast to what you do with your hands. Tastes like cherry and precum.
- At this point, he’s sitting there, body all loose, his eyes closed, head falling back, with a raspy panting tone. Hair messy, sweat on his forehead. Whatever stars he’s seeing, good for him. Taeyong is breaking through several dimensions like it’s a WayV music video or something.
- Before you escalate into a full-on unhinged blowjob and Taeyong’s brain is fried to oblivion entirely, you usually pause for a bit or switch to toys. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s into the occasional sounding or cock rings.
- And, very well. Beware the mighty fleshlight, Lee Taeyong. Beware, you fucker. Once you whip that one out, he’s desperately humping it for I don’t know, months, every free second he gets, it’s his favorite thing. The whole device is pretty much permanently soaked somewhere in the bathroom to keep up with the cleaning.
- Him or you holding it, or attaching it to a chair, anything will do. But the best is always you using it on him and calling him “Aw, my poor little thing” when he ends up completely overstimulated or gets another drooling, crying, mind-bending orgasm. The power of lubed silicone.
- Best combined with a vibe in his ass for good measure. You can bend him into the wildest positions. Splits, doggy style with his hands cuffed, on his back with his ankles suspended from the ceiling: Long as his prostrate is getting buzzed off and he feels that sweet, sweet pressure and slick suction on his cock. So, best addition to any handjob right here. Taeyong’s gonna be in heaven every time.
- Or wait, isn’t he an angel already? A horny one, but still.
- You got the technique and the toys down, what’s the cherry — I know, the imagery just won’t leave him — on top, then? Since you’re clever and know your man’s taste, you put Delight on repeat. If Baekhyun doesn’t have the best handjob music that’s gonna set Taeyong on fire, I dunno anymore. Goddamn, Candy is his anthem.
- Bonus: Not to mention that Taeyong will do you the favor of playing his unreleased songs that didn’t make it through SM’s censorship. You know what kind of things this guy writes in those fucking lyrics. You can basically use them as a manual.
- Bonus 2: If you think about it. Baekhyun’s ballads can serve as a perfect aftercare background. Just way better than white noise, and you can go right back to where you started which is kissing and kissing and more kissing and cuddles.
- And don’t forget, as I mentioned. Veins, veins, veiny all the way, all around and always very visible. That being said. Have a good night’s rest.
Part seventeen of my Kinktober // NCT 2020 Project
DAY 17: Taeyong + studio sex → “Think you can handle that much?” / “I see the gift I got you fits well.”
Word count: 1.6k || Genre: smut
Warnings: femdom, studio sex, vibrators, butt plugs, teasing, pegging mention
This work is completely fictional. Feedback is welcome. Hate will be blocked. Thank you!
Can you come over?
You smile to yourself as you read the text message from Taeyong. He was at the studio working on a song, one that he had said would probably take all night. You understood his situation and how important his music was to him, and you would never impose yourself on him or do anything that would distract him from his creative process.
That is, until today. Before he went to the studio, he asked you to give him something 'so he'd be thinking of you while he worked'. You had been a little hesitant but complied anyway, giving him what he asked for easily. You weren't really able to say no to Taeyong when he asked you so sweetly, big round eyes and cute pout directed your way.
You weren't sure you were gonna hear from him after that, but you should've known better. He should've known better, and should've known that he wasn't gonna last the night without getting distracted and needy.
Before you even get the chance to respond to his text, another one comes in.
I need you.
That's all the convincing you need to get your things together in your bag and make your way over to the studio. The staff at SM knew you by face already, so you were able to get into the building and make it to his studio fairly quickly. You would be lying if you said that you weren't a little excited, eager to see the state he worked himself up into for you.
You enter the studio quietly, not wanting to disturb him as you hear the music play. His recorded humming fills the room, his baseline for creating a new melody that will soon be replaced by lyrics. But you don't see your boyfriend, his colored hair and bright eyes nowhere to be found.
You walk deeper into the room, smiling at the lyric sheet he scribbled all over, before you finally see him. He's in the vocal booth, but it doesn't take a sound engineer to know that he's not working on his song at the moment.
You can only see his upper body from your spot at the engineer's board, but that's all you need to know exactly what he's up to. His eyes are closed lightly, head tiled backwards and lips parted. You can see his arm moving and reaching behind himself, and from the way he's leaning forward on the music stand in front of him, it's obvious he's entertaining himself with your gift.
He's completely unaware of your presence, too busy loss in bliss to notice, and you use it to your advantage. You watch him through the viewing window, not wanting to miss a single moment of the show while you rummage through your bag, removing the necessary items as you enjoy the sight of your boyfriend and get yourself ready.
When everything's in order, you press a button, opening the mic between you and the booth so Taeyong is able to hear you through the soundproofed rooms.
"Looks like someone missed me," you say tauntingly, not able to help the smile that creeps onto your face.
He seems slightly startled by your voice echoing in the booth, but it doesn't affect him too much. He looks up at you through the window, heavy eyes working to focus on your figure. There's not much he can make out of you through the viewing window either, but he sees all he needs to when he notices you're just in your bra.
"I'm gonna turn your mic on so I can hear you," you tell him. "Okay?"
He nods faintly. You hit another button, opening the mic channel and allowing him to communicate back to you. The room fills with the sound of his panting, loud and raspy, and you have to refrain from groaning at the sound of it.
"I'll ask again," you say. "Did you miss me?"
He moans at your question, the sound reverberating through the room. His voice is hoarse when he speaks.
"So much," he manages to get out. "Missed you so much. Please."
"Do you want me to join you in the booth?"
"Please."
He pouts at you with those perfect lips, slightly swollen from biting them, and you can't find it in yourself to say no to him.
You waste no time crossing the room and opening the door to the booth, letting it click shut behind you as you enter the threshold. Taeyong barely even gets the chance to see you before he's groaning right into the mic. You're there in your bra and jeans, but he can't miss the outline of your strap on underneath the denim.
You can't help but be just as affected by the sight of him. His skin is glistening from sweat, his tank top hanging around him loosely as he stands there in his boxers. You can see the way he's staining against the material, painfully hard despite not being touched yet.
He knows better than to move, and he waits until you come up behind him, kissing against his shoulder as he melts into you. You lick along his salty skin, reveling in the way his body quivers.
"I missed you too," you tell him, punctuating your words with a nip to his shoulder blade that has him gasping.
"Wanna show me what's got you so worked up?" You ask, and he wastes no time in obeying.
You move back to give him the space to pull his underwear down, discarding them in a forgotten corner of the booth. You crouch down to get a better look, and he whines, feeling so vulnerable under your gaze.
"I see the gift I got fits you well," you say, admiring the shiny butt plug your boyfriend had asked you to put in him before he left for the night.
"Is that what has you so worked up?"
"Yes."
"And why is that?"
"I feel it every time I move."
"Well, you didn't have to turn the vibrations on, babe," you say, laughing at him. If you were being honest, you didn't even know this toy had a vibrating feature, but obviously Taeyong had studied it better than you had.
He starts to respond, but the words die in his throat, turning into a whimper instead as you reach up and tap the base of the toy. His whole body jerks in response, his knees almost giving out as he drapes his body weight against the music stand in front of him. You sit up and wrap your free arm around his torso to support him, but he can't focus on much more than your touch against the plug, and your skin so close to his dick.
"It feels better this way," he manages to gasp out, voice hiccupping with every tap of your fingers.
"Does it feel even better this way?" You ask, unlooping your arm from around his torso and grabbing his neglected dick.
He cries out at the feeling, tightening his grip on the stand as the pleasure crashes over him. He manages to whimper out a strained yes between the moans echoing in the booth, and you can't help but smile at it. He's just so perfect, so pliant and good and sensitive and needy. You don't know how you managed to get a guy as sweet and caring and wonderful as Taeyong, but you thank whatever higher power there is for him daily.
You stand up, pressing your front against his back as you stroke him slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him with the plug still vibrating inside of him. You kiss along his shoulder, moving up his neck to his ear. You bite at the shell of it, reveling in the shiver that coursed through his body.
"I think it'd feel even better with my dick in you though. Wouldn't it, baby?"
"Oh God, yes."
You chuckle in his ear, and you can't help yourself from rolling your hips into him, grinding your denim covered bulge against his ass, pushing the plug into him even deeper. The sound he releases is almost a sob, broken and desperate as the anticipation kills him.
You move away, and before he even gets a chance to ask where you're going, you leave the booth. He watches you with wide eyes through the viewing window as you walk back to the engineer's board, looking around at the controls for a minute before clicking a couple things on the computer and pressing a button. You return to the vocal booth, grabbing the lube bottle you brought from your pocket and removing your jeans before closing the door behind you. You uncap the bottle and pour some in your hand, slicking up the silicone as you walk back to him slowly.
His eyes are glued to your hand, to the way you're moving against the toy, and how he so desperately wishes it was him you were touching instead. But he's also focused on the toy; it's a new one he hasn't seen before, with a color that matches the plug he's wearing perfectly, and it's bigger than what he usually takes.
"Something told me you'd be extra needy," you whisper to him. "Think you can handle that much?"
He nods furiously, chuckling a little bit at his own admission, embarrassment filling him as his cheeks heat up. You laugh too, bringing him in for a kiss and loving the way his smile feels against your own. Before you pull away from the kiss though, you speak against his lips.
"Your mic is recording, Taeyong. So be a good boy for me and turn around so I can take that plug out and fuck you. And don't forget, let me hear you."
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