jungwoo definitely loves it the most, which, yeah, kind of goes without saying doesn't it. he's a whiny sub (90% of the time) who doesn't like to do any of the work and would rather lie back and take whatever you give him. he definitely brought up the topic of getting pegged first, and by brought it up, i mean begged like the whore he is for you to take him from behind with one of your largest straps. it's not uncommon for him to cum untouched, either, although you'd much rather overstimulate your pretty little puppy and jerk his useless cock off until he made a mess all over himself :(
i see jungwoo as a whiny, bratty pillow prince, so he'd definitely start whining and protesting and throwing a fit if you wanted him to top for once. he could top, but it just isn't his thing, not after he's already felt the stretch of your biggest toys ripping him in two, mercilessly fucking your whiny little puppy into tears.
like jungwoo, haechan also brought the subject up first -- to let you know that he'd never, ever, ever let you fuck him in the ass. such a stubborn little brat. he brought it up unprompted so much just to voice his displeasure with it, that it hardly a surprise when you came back to your shared home after a long day at work, and opened the bedroom door to see your hyuckie fucking himself stupid on your 10''' toy. it was a beautiful sight to see. his eyes crossed and drool pooling out from his lips as he worked the toy in and out of his tight little hole.
you stood there and watched for a while; arms crossed, with a smug smirk drawn across your lips. and then right when he began to peak, eyes screwed shut and head thrown aback, you stopped him in his tracks with a haughty laugh.
"hyuck? fucking himself with one of my toys?" sarcasm dripped from your voice while embarrassment flooded his face, he couldn't even find the words to defend himself this time, and that was saying a lot from the man who had a snarky reply for everything under the sun. his voice was taken from him.
you continued to taunt him, "if you wanted to cum on my cock, you should've just waited until i got home, baby bear," you cooed out, your lover letting out a soft whine at the nickname.
needless to say, you fucked him until he couldn't remember his own name, and from then on out, it became all he ever asked for.
doyoung is far too shy to ever bring it up on his own; hell, he got flustered asking for you to choke him and rough him up a little bit in bed, and asking for pretty much anything. there was no way that your baby bunny was ever going to ask for it on his own, but that didn't mean that you didn't know he'd love it. c'mon, this is doyoung. your sweet, submissive shy baby boy.
so you never asked him, nor did you wait for him to broach the topic first. you decided to surprise him. you texted him, telling him " i have a surprise for you when you get home, bunny" which made his heart explode with anticipation. he couldn't hardly wait for whatever it is you had in store for him...
so when he got home, only to see you standing in the doorway, with a 7 inch strap on harness around your waist (you had much bigger sizes, but you wanted to start out on the realistic side), he immediately dropped down to his knees and began to suck you off, his body working faster than his brain, which had all turned to mush at the thought of you fucking him. "why did i start sucking it? they cant even feel it." entered his mind, but exited it soon after, he simply loved the feeling of having you in his mouth too much, and couldn't wait to have you in his ass too.
taeyong is another one who enjoys having your strap in his mouth. he loves to beg you to fuck his mouth and then go down on you afterwards as a show of appreciation for how good you fuck him. he always makes sure you're getting something out of it too, and wants to make sure you cum hard all over his pretty face.
he also likes it the best as a stress reliever. being the leader of 25 people is such a hard job for him, and he likes it best when he can just turn his brain off, lay on his stomach, and let you treat him like a brainless little doll!!! slap him! choke him! manhandle him! pull his hair! make him cry! oh, and i forgot to mention that he's a major size queen. he loves getting fucked with your biggest toys. pull out a 12 inch dildo and his pupils will turn into hearts, trust me.
jaehyun was a little....apprehensive about the idea the first time you brought it up. he definitely likes to keep up his cool, aloof guy image, even though you both know that he's a subby princess behind closed doors. he didn't make a loud show of his disapproval, he was just not really sure about it? but he eventually came around one night while the two of you were both stoned out of your mind. when he got stoned, he was a lot more....open about his wants and his desires, but even under the influence, he still couldn’t bring himself to outright say what he wanted.
"you know, babe, i kind of want to try that thing you brought up before,” he would be SO fucking vague about it i’m crying.
like he’d keep dropping hints and then act so shocked when you call him out, “what thing, peach? you mean me fucking you?” you responded with a slight chuckle, kind of playful really, but he still looks like a deer in headlights when you say it.
“c’mon peach” you wanted him to use his words,”i’m not going to unless you ask”
he definitely prefers to be fucked when high like there’s just something about stoned!jaehyun all blushy n high laying on his back and giggling with his legs spread waiting for u to fill him up so deep that i love <3
mark also isn’t the most eager when you bring it up, but mostly because he’s scared that it might hurt. he’s taken fingers before, both yours and his own, but something about taking your strap scares the shit out of him.
“dude, doesn’t that like, hurt?” he looks back at you with a raised eyebrow, concern written in his words.
you reassure him that you’ll prep him well, and that he has nothing to worry about, and that you’ve fingered him open while you’ve given him blowjobs before, and he didn’t die then, but leave it to mark to be dramatic about it.
you knew he’d love it, he was just being a big baby about it. so you decided to show him how much he’d love it. you effortlessly pinned him down, holding his wrists above his head while you tied his wrists to the bedpost. he assumed you were going to ride him, as evident by you palming at his painfully hard cock through his spider-man boxers. but when you briefly disappeared and returned with lube and an 8 inch dildo, his eyes widened in fear, and he began to protest, but you quickly silenced him.
“relax, princess,” your voice was soft and calming, “gonna give you what you need.”
you kissed and soothed him a bunch, you knew you were coercing him, but it worked pretty easily, mark was pretty pliable and would bend to whatever you wanted.
as soon as you got your fingers in him, he forgot that he ever had doubts, and once you were actually inside of him, there was no turning back, and yeah, it did hurt, but the pain of the stretch turned him on a lot more than he was willing to admit, but judging by his moans, you could already tell.
like taeyong, he also enjoys it as a stress release.
yuta knew he wouldn’t enjoy it, but he’d try anything once, and i do mean anything you could imagine, so when you suggested it, he went along for the ride, but yeah, he didn’t like ithe was more than enthusiastic about it, though, because my man is a Freak with a capital F and if you wanted to try it, then he was going to spend a week prepping himself for it. wearing plugs around the house (that he did enjoy), watching pegging porn, both by himself and together with you to get himself used to the idea, but it just isn’t for him. he’d let you do just about anything else to him though (again, anything. it was hard to be disappointed when he’d let you cut his thighs.), so it wasnt a huge loss in your book.
johnny is just a hard no, flat out. he’d possibly try it if you were especially eager, but he just isn’t a huge fan of butt stuff, giving or recieving. he’d be okay with you fucking his mouth with it, though, but anything involving anal is out of the question. he’d much rather submit to you in other ways, such as eating you out for hours while you tug on his leash, telling him that he’d better not get tired. it’s also a bit of a pride thing, he’d much rather use his mouth and his cock to get you off than anything.
After a long day of photoshooting, Taeyong returns home exhausted, unaware that his girlfriend is waiting for him with far from innocent intentions. His newly dyed blue hair has made him even more irresistible, and she doesn't intend to waste the opportunity to remind him who's really in control.
Taeyong opened the apartment door with a tired sigh, his blue hair still damp and plastered to his forehead. The photoshoot had been long, but the tiredness disappeared when he saw Yara sitting at the kitchen counter, wearing only his oversized shirt and holding a tub of ice cream. Her chocolate curls fell over her shoulders, and her dark eyes shone like coal in the soft light.
“You’re late.” His fingers drummed on the edge. “I thought I’d have to start without you.”
He smiled, closing the door with his foot.
“You never wait.”
“Not when the main course is so tempting.” She stared at him from the counter.
“Blue, this time?” She licked the spoon slowly, her eyes roaming his body.
He arched an eyebrow, tossing the keys in the corner.
“And you look like you’re planning something. Again.”
“Planning? Me?” She took another exaggerated bite, her lips glossy with strawberries. — Just enjoying my late-night snack.
Taeyong stepped closer, his fingers touching the rim of the bowl.
— Ice cream or me?
She laughed, low and husky, before pushing the bowl aside.
— You know I don’t like to share.
He leaned in, his lips almost touching hers.
— Then come and get it.
Yara didn’t move. She just lifted her leg, her bare foot pressing against his chest.
— Take off that shirt. It smells like sweat and cheap perfume.
Taeyong obeyed, undressing slowly. The tattoos that covered his arms and torso—abstract patterns and symbols that only she knew the meaning of—were exposed. When she was left in only boxers, she bit her lip, her eyes darkening.
— Better… but something’s still missing.
— What?
— You. On your knees.
He hesitated for a second, but her gaze was unmoving. As she knelt, she pulled his face against her thigh, her fingers tangling in his blue hair.
— That’s better.
Yara led him to the bedroom with firm steps, her hand still in his hair, pulling him like a leash. When they reached the bed, she sat on the edge, her legs opening in silent invitation.
— You know what I want.
He leaned in, but she stopped his face with the sole of her foot.
— Slowly. I want to feel every… — She pressed her foot against his lips. — Breathing.
Taeyong obeyed, his kisses starting at her ankles and moving up her calves, while she leaned back on her hands, her eyes closed. When she finally reached his thighs, she pulled his hair hard.
— Enough playing around.
— Lie down.
The order came out hoarse, full of authority. Taeyong fell back on the bed, his eyes fixed on her as Yara climbed up, her knees sinking into the mattress next to his head. Her scent—woody perfume mixed with the acrid scent of his own desire—filled his nostrils, intoxicating like a veil of ether.
“Yara, wait—”
She didn’t wait. She sat on his face in one fluid motion, her thighs clamping down on his temples hard enough to blur his vision. Her hips began to gyrate, crushing his lips against her swollen, soaking clit, and Taeyong gasped, his hands gripping her thigh muscles in desperate reflex.
Her free fingers dug into his blue hair, tugging until he felt her scalp. Her hips gyrated in slow, brutal circles, each rotation a punishment and a promise.
“You breathe when I let you,” she hissed, her teeth flashing in a narrow smile. “Until then, swallow.”
Taeyong tried to arch his back, but she pressed her knees against his shoulders, pinning him.
Yara didn’t want any caresses. She wanted devotion.
Her fingers were still tangled in his hair, pulling hard until his scalp burned. He groaned, but the sound was swallowed by her flesh, and she let out a sigh of pleasure, her free fingers pinching her nipples with calculated pressure.
— Like that… — she gasped, her hips accelerating. — You’re my best toy.
Taeyong tried to arch his back, seeking relief for his own excitement, but Yara held his thighs with a firm hand, her nails marking his skin. He was short of breath — black dots danced in his vision, tears running hot from the corners of his eyes.
— Stay. There. — She leaned back, her fingers squeezing her breasts until her skin turned red. — I want you smothered in me.
He obeyed. Each rotation of his hips was torture and ecstasy. Yara arched her back, her neck muscles tensing, and Taeyong saw — through the mist of tears — how her face transformed: parted lips, furrowed eyebrows, a raw pleasure that only he knew.
— Taeyong… — she chanted his name, her hips stopping suddenly.
The orgasm hit her like a seismic tremor. Her pussy pulsed against his mouth, and she moaned long and loud, her fingers tugging at his hair with almost unbearable force. He drank every drop, every contraction, until she jerked her head back, gasping.
When she came down, she left him shaking and soaking wet. She was panting, her lips swollen and her eyes dark with triumph. She sat on his lap, her hand sliding to his neck, her fingers tracing his racing jugular beneath the tips of her nails.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her lips touching his in a near-kiss. “Almost made you pass out.”
Her thumb pressed lightly against his jugular, squeezing just enough to make him hold his breath.
Her hips undulated slowly against the hard erection beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, causing a delicious friction.
Taeyong let out a hoarse groan, his entire body contracting beneath her. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, his eyes half-closed in pure ecstasy.
“Yara…” He gasped, his voice full of desire and frustration.
But she didn’t stop. She kept grinding on him, feeling every tremor that ran through his body, every breathless sigh that escaped his parted lips.
And she loved seeing him like this—lost, at her mercy.
Her nail scraped his swollen nipple, and Taeyong gasped, his body still convulsing with need.
— You held up well. — She stood up, wearing his shirt like a trophy. — Her smile was slow, predatory.
Taeyong turned to her, his lips still wet, but Yara covered his mouth with a finger.
— Don't even think about talking.
He laughed softly as she stood up.
— Take a shower. And next time… — She looked over her shoulder, the mischievous smile returning. — Don't be late.
Taeyong tried to answer her, but she was already standing, as if nothing had happened.
Taeyong watched her leave, the smile still stuck to his face. She always ended like this: leaving him destroyed and anxious for the next time.
The bedroom door closed, and Taeyong was left there, lying on the bed still soaked in his own desire. His boxers were stuck to his skin, his body tense and unsatisfied. He looked down, his fingers trembling as they slid over the wet fabric.
“Shit…”
He couldn’t resist. His hand came down, pressing his palm against the arousal Yara had left overflowing. It was quick—a rough, desperate movement, his teeth clenched to stifle his moan. When it came, it was with a hoarse gasp, his body arching against the mattress as his boxers grew even wetter.
He sighed, exhausted, but a sudden noise made him open his eyes.
Yara was standing in the bedroom doorway, the tub of ice cream in her hand, her lips curved in a smile.
“Patience was never your strong point, was it?” She lifted the tub in an ironic toast, her dark eyes roaming over his body sprawled out on the bed.
Taeyong tried to cover himself, but she laughed, low and hoarse.
“Don’t be shy. I kind of like watching you… improvise.”
She took one last bite of ice cream, her eyes shining with wicked amusement, before disappearing down the hallway.
He let his head fall back onto the pillow, his eyes closed. Her scent was still in the air, and he knew that even after everything, she still had a hold on him.
HouseHusband!Taeyong who's always at home waiting for you with a nice meal and a clean house after a stressful day. You never have to worry about anything other than getting your work done and giving him attention of course.
HouseHusband!Taeyong who lets you release all your stress with his body. Lets you bend him over the kitchen counter and fuck him so hard that his legs give out. He loves that he can help you feel better.
HouseHusband!Taeyong who sometimes crawls under your desk while you're in meetings and eats you out. Sloppily lapping at your clit making lewd noises. Face all shiny and coated in your arousal. He knows that he's gonna get in trouble later but he doesn't care. He's a little pain slut.
HouseHusband!Taeyong who sometimes plays dress up in your clothes. Picking flowy dresses that make him feel pretty. Bonus If you fuck him in the same dress. Getting it all dirty with his own cum. Don't worry though , he'll wash it after :)
HouseHusband!Taeyong who fucks himself silly on a big dildo when you're not home. After he cums he takes pictures of the mess he made and sends them to you. He hopes they make you feel better :(
HouseHusband!Taeyong who's so good and obedient. He makes coming home the best part of your day.
hi hi!! i just found your blog and i’m literally obsessed, i’m so glad there’s more sub!nct appreciators 😭
any thoughts on sub!taeyong 👀?
haii anon, thank you so much for enjoying and checking out my blog!! i actually got SUPER excited to write sub!taeyong once i saw this ask!!
sub!taeyong would seem so innocent at first but don’t let him fool you. that man is a FREAK and he’s proud about it!
i feel like sub!taeyong would LOVE being tied up. he wants you to tie him to the bed while you overstimulate him until he cries. he gets off on that feeling of restraint and loss of control, tugging against the ropes even though he knows he can’t get out. he loves being at your mercy and being made to take whatever you give him. his favorite is when you tie him to the bed and ride his face <3
if it wasn’t obvious already, he wants you to be rough with him. he’s such a masochist it’s crazy.. he wants to be spanked and slapped! the pain turns him on so much and he always lets you know that, moaning and whining so loudly each time. i feel like he’d be suuperrrr into edging and overstimulation, wanting to be pushed to his limits. you know exactly what he needs to truly let go and he trusts you sososo much!
also he’d definitely be an exhibitionist. he wants to fuck quite literally everywhere and has no shame. practice room? yup! bathroom? yup! recording studio? yup! it’s safe to say he’s done it all with you!
he definitely requires lots of aftercare though after particularly rough sessions!! he loves being called a whore but also just wants to be called your perfect baby once you guys are done. cuddle him, run him a bath, and feed him his favorite snacks while whispering sweet reassurances in his ear until he passes out in your arms 🫶🏽
can you tell i love sub!taeyong? i will definitely be making longer works for him soon cause omfg!! tysm for submitting this anon!
pairing :: sub!omega!Taeyong x dom!alpha!reader and slight kun x reader
warnings :: Professor Taeyong, college student reader, taeyong has a pussy bc he's an omega, the reader has a dick, kissing, slight exhibitionism (door is left open), fingering and oral (ty receiving), two orgasms, using a lava lamp as a dildo, feminization (reader calls taeyong a girl), slut shaming, major degradation, taking photos without proper consent, no aftercare (always do aftercare!!), sex for better grades
word count :: 2.8k
synopsis :: After your affair with Kun, Taeyong tries to confront you. It doesn't go quite the way he expected it to.
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For the first time, Professor Lee Taeyong drew a blank. He was an intelligent man with the wisdom and patience of an elder. No matter what people asked him, Taeyong would have a quick answer.
When his close friend and TA Kun showed up to class with a noticeable limp, Taeyong was concerned.
At first, Taeyong brushed it off as a good night. They were unmated adults, so what was the harm in having a little fun?
The more he thought about it, the less likely it got. Kun isn't the type to fool around like that, especially not before work.
A week passed, and Taeyong's concern grew. Although Kun got better at hiding it, Taeyong saw how he winced every time he moved too much. Not only that, but the limp never seemed to go away. Kun isn't big on sex and isn't in heat, either. They'd have to be fucking like rabbits for him to be sore all week.
Strange, huh? Taeyong sighed, shoving a few papers in his bag, and glanced at the clock. Five hours after his last class. Kun had left a little before that to meet you for tutoring. Speaking of which, how was that going?
Taeyong's stuck uncomfortably as he plays a game of never have I ever with a group of friends: Johnny, Kun, Doyoung, Taeil, Ten- you know, the usual.
Personally, Taeyong did find it a little childish. A bunch of thirty-year-olds getting drunk over a game of “Never Have I Ever” sounded stupid.
At first, the questions were innocent. The drunker they got, the more sexual the questions became.
“My turn!” Says Haechan, Taeil’s little brother. He's the only one that's still attending college.
“Never have I ever... Kissed a student?”
Taeyong frowns. What kind of question was that? They’d never-
Ten laughs and pours himself a shot. Right after he drinks it, he pours another and smiles mischievously.
“I think there's someone else that should drink here.” He says and hands it to Kun, whose eyes are wide with disbelief.
Collective gasps fill the room. Taeyong’s jaw drops.
“Wait, whaaaaat?” Johnny said.
“Kun, don't let Ten defame you like that!” Taeyong exclaims, turning to Kun’s flustered face. “You didn’t, right?”
Instead of denying it, Kun sighs in defeat, taking the shot.
“How’d you know?” He asks.
Ten scoffs. “I didn't even think you were trying to hide it! Your obvious limp, attachment to them, and weekly ‘tutoring’ sessions are all dead giveaways. Their place reeks of strawberries.”
Kun buries his head into his hands, mortified. Taeyong looks around, confused as to why everyone was being so casual about this.
“Hold on, who are you guys talking about?” Haechan asks, now wondering if he knows who they're talking about, but Ten waves him off.
The game is forgotten as the night continues, and everyone becomes wasted. Everyone except Taeyong, that is. Most of the others had gone to sleep, and he was stuck with a drunken Haechan.
“Oh, man.” Haechan groaned, stretched out on the couch. “I can't believe I'm spending my weekend with a bunch of old men.”
Taeyong can't even bring himself to be offended. His mind is already on something else.
You and Kun. Kun and you.
Although he was against it, Taeyong wouldn't report something like that yet. You were both adults, so it technically wasn't wrong. The issue was that it was affecting Kun’s performance. He wasn't as diligent in class and spent way too much time by your side. Taeyong was convinced that you were coaxing Kun into it for better grades, and he was about to put a stop to it.
You smiled as you sat in Taeyong’s office. His smile appeared slightly strained.
You took a look around the office. It was a decent size and relatively neat. Bookshelves lined the blank wall and a miniature lava lamp sat on his desk.
“How are things going with Mr. Qian?” Taeyong asked, starting lightly.
“It’s going great,” you respond honestly. “He's a very thorough teacher.”
Taeyong frowns. He's going to get this confession out of you.
“I see that you have a very nice... relationship.”
You hum in response. “I guess you could say that.”
Silence fills the air and you begin to understand what this is about. Your dismissive expression morphs into something serious. Taeyong grows uncomfortable as your gaze pierces him.
He suddenly becomes hyper-aware of your scent, overpowering his own. The omega in him struggles to ignore the faint smell of mandarin oranges and freshly cut wood, deep and arousing.
Taeyong wants to bang his head on the table. Damn him and his stupid omega body. He continues the questions, eager to get this over with.
“I just don't understand why you need to do this. I feel like it’s more beneficial to study.” He confesses.
Your eyes narrow. “Are you accusing me of sleeping my way through your class?”
Taeyong sighs. There isn't a way to sugarcoat it. “I'm not accusing you...”
“Well, rest assured that I and Mr. Qian’s relationship has nothing to do with my grades.” You say, defending yourself.
Taeyong stands and leans over his desk. “I'm sorry, but there is no reason for you to be doing it otherwise.”
You stand too, leaning closer to him. “Why don't you loosen up a bit, Mr. Lee?”
Taeyong takes a step forward, refusing to back down. All of his professionalism goes out the window. “You have everyone falling at your feet. What could you possibly be doing for all this attention?”
You inch closer, looking him in the eyes. If you were thinking logically, you would've sat down and avoided being kicked out of the class.
“I swear.” He continues, glaring at you. “If you even had the chance to try me, I doubt that you’d earn a better grade.”
You scoff, now centimeters away from his face. “And if I win you over?”
It surprises both of you when Taeyong envelops your lips in a kiss. Just as he realizes what he’s done, you pull him closer, kissing him back. Your hand meets his crotch, and he pulls away quickly, eyes wide in disbelief, but the damage is done.
“I can still leave before this becomes something we’ll both regret.” You tell him.
Taeyong hesitates. He was genuinely curious, and he had two hours before his next class. If he let you do what you were about to, it could provide him with valuable information as to why you were so popular. If it was for research, there wasn't a problem, right?
When you're met with no response, you turn away. You open the door a little before a hand grabs your wrist.
His breath catches in his throat for a few moments, as his mind suddenly goes blank. His face is as red as a tomato, and suddenly, it’s a lot harder for him to stay calm and composed. He tugs on your sleeve as he speaks out, his voice shaking, clearly full of nerves.
“Show me what you can do.” He whispers.
That’s all it takes for you to grab him by the waist and crash your lips against his.
Taeyong whimpers as you unbutton his shirt. You pull away from him, breathing heavily. The door is still cracked open, but that can wait. You know that no one was on this floor of the building around this time. All the other teachers and students had classes.
You sit him in a chair before removing his pants and leaving them on the floor.
“Bend over that desk for me.” You say.
He complies eagerly, knocking over a small cup of pencils. His white panties are positively soaked, turning slightly see-through. Biting your lip, you move closer. Taeyong’s brain goes foggy because fuck, this is happening.
You kneel to grab him and inhale his clothed pussy. He releases more of his scent, driving you crazy.
His scent is mostly tart and fruity blackberries, complimented by husky cedar wood and the floral undertone of bay leaves. It's by far the most masculine scent you've smelled from an omega, but that only makes you more aroused.
Taeyong seems to sense your fascination with his scent and mewls when he feels you nudge your nose against his underwear.
“Eager, are we?” You laugh, slowly taking his panties off.
He whines as you pull them down to his ankles before licking his cunt. His taste is somewhat stronger than his scent if that’s even possible. You don't wait before you slip your tongue into his entrance, tasting his walls. A hand reaches up to rub his clit in small circles.
The sensation lights a fire in Taeyong's stomach, sparks coming off of it in little bursts of pleasure. The contrast between your hot tongue and the cold air of the office makes him shudder.
To your surprise, Taeyong is a moaner. He's so absurdly loud that despite there being nobody on this floor, you wouldn't be surprised if someone heard him.
Replacing your tongue with fingers for a moment, you tut.
“Shush, pretty. People are gonna hear you.”
Getting back to work, you continue to please him. Taeyong flushes, quickly covering his mouth with his hands. He desperately tries to silence his noises, the sound music to your ears. In exchange, you delve deeper, savoring every bit of his nectar. A muffled cry escapes him as he cums around your tongue. You lap up all of his juices, not leaving a single drop.
When you pull away, Taeyong pushes his ass out more. He says a few words you can’t understand, but then it clicks.
“More?” You ask, smirking.
You see what he wants, but you can’t fuck him yourself. It takes much longer to stop cumming when you’re buried deep inside a cunt like his- the body knows you’re trying to breed. You can tell that Taeyong knows this as well.
Halting your actions for a brief moment, you ask him a question.
“Do you have any toys around?”
“No, but...” He starts, then pauses.
“But?” You inquire, wondering what he would say.
“The lamp...”
You turn to your left, eyes landing on the lava lamp sitting on his desk, unbothered.
Taeyong starts to burn up, a blush painting his cheeks.
“I knew the prestigious Mr. Lee was just a desperate slut.” You tease, reaching for the pink and orange lamp.
You slide it between his folds, watching the tip grow wetter as Taeyong leaks in anticipation. A soft gasp escapes his lips once more as reality sinks in. Even knowing what's coming, he can't help but blush again.
The gasps turn into moans when you thrust it in without warning. You slowly fuck him with the top, inching closer to the middle with each thrust. Even though your thrusts are slow, Taeyong can feel the stretch.
Eventually, you reach the middle, the widest part of the lamp. You watch as it disappears inside of him, stretching him open.
As soon as he’s a centimeter past that point, you pull out your dick, dripping with precum. You begin to jerk yourself off before harshly thrusting the rest of the lamp into Taeyong, hitting his G-spot.
The only part of the lamp that isn’t in him is the metal base you use to control the lamp, thrusting it into him.
Taeyong whines as you thrust at a snail’s pace, intentionally missing his sweet spot before pulling out until only the tip remained inside him. You watch in amusement as he desperately tries to fuck himself onto the makeshift dildo.
“Aw, poor baby.” You say mockingly. “Stupid slut will fuck anything, won’t she?”
Taeyong whimpers, shaking his head no. Despite his protests, his hips continued to roll against the lamp, desperate for satisfaction.
“You say no, but your body says otherwise.”
You pull out completely. Tears begin to form in Taeyong’s eyes.
“I suppose that’s all sluts like you are good for.” You say, thrusting the lamp into him mercilessly.
He moans, tears falling from both stimulation and shame, his whole body shaking and quivering from the intense sensations that were running throughout his body. He tried his best to hold in the moans, but the most primal and basic of noises escaped him.
“With a body like that, you could seduce anyone.” You continue as Taeyong’s moans grow louder despite his hands. His body and thoughts are both burning hot, endlessly aroused by your actions.
“That’s why you got the job, right? Sleeping with dozens of old men? Whoring yourself out to students and begging them to fuck your omega cunt?”
Taeyong cries out in humiliation. I’m not a whore! He wants to yell, but arousal pools in his stomach, and slick gushes out every time you degrade him.
You lean over the desk, whispering in his ear. “I could leave you in class like this. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Bent over for all your beloved students to breed you until you're full of hundreds of pups like the cocksleeve you are?”
Just like that, Taeyong is clenching around the lamp, thighs pressing together. He swears that he saw stars when his orgasm hit him, stifling a scream. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over, enveloping him in a burning fire of desire. His climax seems to startle him, a most yelling at the sudden and abrupt feeling.
Pulling the lamp out, it doesn’t take long for you to jerk off at the sight. Taeyong’s whimpers paired with his used body push you over the edge, releasing all over his used pussy with a soft moan. Even though you didn’t fuck him, there was still an absurd amount of cum. You pull his panties up a bit before shooting the remaining sperm into the crotch of his underwear.
Taeyong pants heavily, unable to move from his position. You grab your phone from your pocket, taking a video of the ridiculous scene.
His nameplate is visible, placed next to his ass. “Lee Taeyong, Ph.D.,” it says, written in a fancy font.
You caress his smooth legs, making your way up to his hole before zooming in. He whimpers as you lazily finger your release into his cunt, making sure to get it in deep.
The man sucks in a breath as you pull his cum-soaked panties back on him before flipping him over. After snapping a couple more pictures of his disheveled appearance, the phone is discarded on the table.
You hear a peculiar sound, jerking your head to look at the door. Before you can properly look, Taeyong wraps his arms around your neck, gazing at you with glossy eyes.
“Kiss me. Please.” He pleads, leaning into your touch.
You grab his tiny waist, kissing him in a way that felt much more sensual than anything you’d done earlier. More of his tart scent releases, captivating you.
He practically melts, a shiver going down his spine as he tastes himself on your tongue. He’s never been this needy for someone, and he isn't sure it's a good thing.
Taeyong whines when you pull away. Desperate for your attention, he grinds himself against your now-clothed cock. The cum in his underwear presses uncomfortably against his skin.
“Is my little girl still worked up? What a cockslut.” You tease, hand placed on his thigh. “I'd love to stay longer, but your class is in 20 minutes.”
Taeyong groans in response, nearly fucked dumb. You toss him his pants, not sparing him a second glance. His heart hammers in his chest as you leave, the sudden ache in his legs growing more prominent.
It's nearly midnight, but Taeyong is still wide awake. His fingers moved in and out of his soaked pussy, dirty, wet noises filling the room. He bites down on his dirtied panties to stay quiet, the taste of his slick and your bitter cum spreading across his tongue.
Your degrading words and lustful touch play on repeat in his head, pushing him closer to the edge. He picks up the pace, imagining calloused hands on his smooth skin. The hands groped him all over, treating him as if he were a toy. Your hands are all over his body, feeling him, pleasing him.
Taeyong's eyes are glazed over when he cums at the mere thought of you touching him, his release trickling down his trembling thighs. Still, he plunges his wet digits into his sensitive cunt until he's almost faded. It's only then that he absent-mindedly takes the panties from his mouth, rising with shaky legs to clean himself up in shame.
The next morning, you open your laptop to find your most recent assignment returned to you, an A+ in the place where your B- was the day before.
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)
