you were sitting across from each other in an outdoor table, sipping down caffeinated drinks while mark released 5 years of stress. "okay so get this," he takes a long gulp from his iced americano. "Jackson had the audacity to take my pillow and—" suddenly, the hand that clutched his cool drink went flying to his temple and his face contorted. brain freeze. "baby boy, be careful!" you said, impulsively, your motherly instincts taking over. mark then giggles like a school girl and clutches the collar of his shirt with the tips of his ears burning red. since he's older than you, he really didn't expect to be called that. but then he foolishly lashes out in aegyo, cupping his cheeks into a v shape and whine is a babyish voice, "that's me~!" which only makes him squeal and wiggle in his seat like a toddler while hiding behind his sweater paws in disgust.
even though jb didn't seem like sub potential—he always topped all the dates he brought into your apartment—it was worth a shot. you liked to call it a little a twist to the I'm-falling-in-love-with-my-roommate cliché. so when you were struck by an opportunity—that opportunity being jaebum obliviously assuming you liked being choked—you embraced it, "oh, baby boy, if only you knew." you wink at him and it takes every ounce of self control for him to act like he was unphased. but the corner of his mouth curled with a mind of its own, his curiosity taking over. "why don't you show me?"
"are you on drugs?" yeah, it's not really going to sit well with him. he's just too used to being the mom of the group, and seems to be more on the traditional side to fully enjoy it. he'd rather you just call him 'baby' instead, but if you like to be a little on the pestering side, he's not gonna ever get mad at you for calling him baby boy as a way to joke around. in fact, it'll most likely grow on him overtime. not that he'd ever admit it, but if you look closely enough you could see the tiny curve of his lips before he wipes it away.
poor baby was sick :(( you laid beside him as he miserably coughed into his sleeve, sniffling a few times before asking, "can you pass me a tissue, please?" he pointed to the tissue box beside you and pluck a tissue with ease, getting an extra one just in case. "here you go, baby boy." he didn't hesitate to shield his rosy cheeks as his eyes beamed at you through his spectacles. "thank you, noona." he said after his timid laughing fit, blowing his nose afterwards. he didn't need to hear it a second time to fall in love with it.
"baby boy? I thought I looked 46?" he doesn't miss the opportunity the bring up his hilarious encounter at his hotel, even if you've already heard for the 67th time. you rolled your eyes at his goofiness, "you're still a baby boy to me." he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pecked your cheek then snickered, "you don't treat me like a baby boy, though. you treat me like a slut." his voice decreases into a libidinous tone, adding, "I've been a good boy today, can baby boy have a reward?" it didn't take long for him to use the pet name to benefit himself.
he was purposely acting cute for your attention, trying to urge you to drop the book you were skimming through, and it worked. "awe, you're such a cute baby boy!" you cooed while cupping his precious cheeks that matched his strawberry strands. "am I?" he pouted, fishing for more of your praise. he loves praise. "of course! you're adorable." he giggles and climbs onto your lap with his lengthy limbs wrapped around you like a koala. the pet name made him feel like he truly belonged to his mommy, he felt safe and extra submissive. it would've be long until he started pestering for your not so wholesome touches in his whiny, persuading voice, so you could tell him how much of a good baby boy he was as he was cumming all over himself.
summary: youngjae’s your sugar baby, and he loves toying with you. this is what he was wearing.
cw: sub!youngjae, dom!gn!reader, sugar baby!youngjae, ceo!reader, afab!reader, feelings (minor), use of toys, idol au, youngjae is a soloist, degrading, cross dressing, possessiveness (minor), and more.
note: my GOSH this took entirely too long 😭 this was mostly self indulgent tbh. also!! two things rq 1) do i stop writing for jackson momentarily? 2) i don’t think i’m gonna continue to write for skz as i don’t stan them anymore and i won’t feel comfortable writing for a group i don’t even stan, so i’ll fill in their last spots with a few ateez drabbles-
watching the way youngjae move his hips on stage does something to you. the way the sway with every beat, following along to one of his songs, that, admittedly, you haven’t been paying much attention to. how could you when he moved like that on the stage? you were more focused on the harness that crossed over his waist, and how his piercing eyes follow the camera.
you sit back in your office chair, smirk settling on your face as you gnawed on your lip. you pause the video, sitting your phone on your desk. “oh how i can’t wait to see you later, pet.” you mutter to yourself, crossing your legs as countless possibilities of what could go on later running through your mind.
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your head is down at your desk while you work, hand holding your hand up while you go through a few documents. your door opens and closes, and you assume it’s your assistant again, coming in with more documents for you to sign.
“more papers? sit them down in the c- oh.” you mutter, dropping your pen upon noticing that the person who entered wasn’t your assistant. you lean back, clasping your fingers over your abdomen. “youngjae. pleasure to see you here,” you say, grinning with an underlying twinge of a sultry tone.
he takes his mask off, hidden smile finally being revealed. he hums in response to your greeting, settling to walk around your desk. he pushes the papers aside, knowing you don’t mind, especially in instances like these. he takes his seat, tan-colored robe falling over his thighs.
he runs a hand through his hair, spreading his legs as you slide between them. “i saw your performance today, baby. it was great.” you tell him, resting your hands on his hips, sliding under the fabric of his robe and feeling the bare skin. “although.” you begin, changing your touch on his hips from gentle to firm, gripping the supple skin underneath your hands. he whines, resting his own hands on top of yours.
“i didn’t like how you were showing everything that belongs to me,” you say, loosening your grip. “but you don’t own me,” he utters, faking a pout. “i will soon, prince.” you hum, pulling him closer to you. he falls into your lap, arms wrapping around your neck. he kisses you first, melting into your grasp, rolling his hips against you.
you pull away first, chuckling lightly when he pouts and tries to follow your lips. “eager, aren’t we?” you ask, untying the knot on on his robe and letting it fall to the floor. your eyes scale his body, looking at the leather harness that crossed his body and accentuated his physique.
“like what you see?” he teases, pulling your hand toward his chest to thumb at the accents of the leather. “you wore this all for me? your pretty body all on display.” you smirk, ignoring his initial question and instead moving your hand up from his chest to his neck, pressing your fingers to the heart shaped choker.
you can feel his hard-on pressing against the inside of your clothed thigh. “you’re wearing too much,” he whines, pawing at your blazer and pushing it off your shoulders, exposing your button down. he goes for the buttons, nimble fingers pushing them apart while your own hands roam his body.
you lift up, taking your jacket and shirt off and discarding it on the floor, making him stand up while you undid your belt and discarded your pants. you eye him, and he he grins at you, following your silent command and turning around to bend over the desk, making sure to push his ass out toward you.
“was this a surprise for me, too?” you ask, tapping the base of the plug that was nestled between his cheeks. he whines at the sudden feeling of the bejeweled plug jostling within him. “i knew you’d like it.” he breathes, pushing the air from between his lips shakily.
“you’re ready for me to fuck you, prince? want me to hurry up and make you feel good so you can ruin your pretty little lingerie?” you drawl, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over the soft skin of his ass. “yes, gosh yes, please,” he strains, pushing back to grind against you.
“too bad, prince, really. i’m going to take my time, and take you apart, make you moan and writhe... and maybe, just maybe, i’ll let you cum... if you’re lucky.” you sighed, pulling at the straps of leather lining his thighs.
you open a drawer, pulling out a few items. you attach your own harnesses to your thighs. you tap at the base of the plug, giving a slight warning before pulling the base, and slipping it out.
he shivers, clenching around nothing at the loss. you quickly replace it with the tip of your strap, though, causing his eyes to widen.
you tease him, pressing it in only slightly and pulling it back out. youngjae is so needy, already beginning whimper and gasp, and you haven’t even begun. “please,” he begged, hands clasping and scratching at the desk.
“you’re so needy. for someone who was just flaunting their body on stage for everyone else to see not even twelve hours ago, you turn into a pliant, needy, slutty little mess under me in mere minutes. it’s pathetic really.” you utter, and he groans, cheeks reddening at your observation.
“maybe i should give you what you want...” you toy, pushing your hips farther, pushing into the smaller male under you. his mouth falls open, arms stilling where they grip the edge of the desk.
you repeat the motion, easing in and out of him slowly, hands guiding his hips back onto your strap. you can see, even from where you are, that his eyes are wet with tears that haven’t fallen. quiet curses and whispers fall from his pretty plush lips with every push, and you resist the urge to completely ravish him.
he moans out suddenly, thighs twitching as he tenses. “oh fuck,” he rasps. “oh? was that your spot, baby?” you ask, intentionally pushing deeper and pressing onto the spot with the tip of the strap. “oh my god, y-yes, please,” he moans, rolling his hips along yours to press deeper into that spot, and grind his cock into your desk.
“i bet your pathetic little cock is leaking all over my desk, isn’t it? ready for my demand to cum. am i right, youngjae?” you ask, tugging once on the collar around his neck. “you- you’re r-right,” he stutters, gasping as the feeling of you pressing into him is almost too much.
“remember, baby, there’s still people in this building... unless you’d like for someone to walk in and see me using you like this. maybe they wouldn’t even acknowledge you, because they know that you’re mine to use, mine to fuck... mine to ruin,” you commented, voice sultry as you finally pick up your pace, fucking into him with vigorous movement, and he’s nothing but a pleading and whining mess under you now.
you lean down, draping yourself over him and holding yourself by placing the palms of your hands beside his head. the sound of your hips smacking with his ass fills the room. “you’re close, aren’t you, youngjae? ready to make a mess your pretty little lingerie and my desk like a cheap whore? go ahead, prince. go ahead and cum for me,” you whisper, thrusting deeply into the male.
he follows your command well, eyes rolling as his body trembled and he made a mess of your desk. you gradually slow down, deciding the boy had enough for the day. you pull out of him, ridding yourself of the strap and sitting it aside while you tend to youngjae. you grab a few wipes from another drawer, gently wiping him down and making sure not to cause him too much oversensitivity. you whisper praises and encouragement into his ears, taking off the elaborate lingerie.
you cover him in your shirt, instead pulling an extra one out for yourself. he sits in your lap, head tucked into your neck. your hands are rubbing up and down his arms, softly lulling him to relax.
“i wouldn’t mind, you know.” he whispers gently, arms wrapped around you. you hum in question, urging him to continue. “i wouldn’t mind if you owned me... if we could be together for real instead of the ‘arrangement’.” he said, nuzzling deeper into your hold and making himself smaller.
“i wouldn’t mind it either, youngjae. but for now, get some sleep. we can talk about everything else later, okay? rest well, jae.” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair. he nods off, breathing slow as he takes his rest snuggled into your lap.
I'd like to request punishing your subs Jinyoung and Youngjae (the reason can honestly be whatever) though Jinyoung has the nerve to act bratty so his punishment is worse (like maybe Youngjae gets the less submissive position so basically Jinyoung has to listen to you and partially Youngjae) it would be great if you could include bondage like maybe completely tying Jinyoung to the bed (hand- and ankle cuffs) also degrading would be appreciated (especially towards Jinyoung). If there's something in this you don't feel comfortable writing you can obviously leave it out or write it as far as you're comfortable with it! Thank you in advance!
Peculiar Punishment
note: sry this took forever to write^^ I hope this fits what you imagined
word count: 771
includes- sub!Jinyoung x dom!reader x sub!Youngjae, poly!relationship, punishment, slapping, handcuffs/restraints, cockring, spitting, degradation, anal sex (m receiving)
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You drag your nails down Jinyoung’s forearm, watching as the naked boy squirms against his restraints.
“Pathetic”, you judge, spitting onto his cock, using one finger to drag the liquid down his length and smear it over the cockring nestled at the base of his dick.
“Screw you”, he spits back, his sudden jolt upwards scaring the timid boy at the edge of the bed, “you said he was our toy, so why can’t I play with him?”
Youngjae, who was waiting patiently for your next order, starts to quiver as you slap Jinyoung across his face, pushing the brat back into the mattress.
“He is our toy when I say that he’s our toy and ONLY then. Now, does that mean you can just use him whenever you please, just because I’m not around to stop you?”
He lowers his head in shame, embarrassed of getting scolded in front of his younger bandmate. Another smack paints his cheek red and he tries to shake away his tears.
“Answer me”, you demand in a low and dangerous voice.
You grab onto Jinyoung’s chin, making him look you in the eyes as he whispers a sinful “no”.
“I think it’s time you played the toy, let Youngjae fuck you any way he wants.”
It was almost impossible to tell which one of your boys was more shocked by this punishment or whom it was directed towards, but as you push Jinyoung’s legs to his chest and tap the underside of his thigh invitingly, Youngjae crawls onto the bed in obedience.
His hard cock twitches nervously as he positions himself against Jinyoung’s entrance, looking up at you as if to confirm he was doing it right. You give his ass a little tap, encouraging him to go on with a nod and he grabs onto Jinyoung’s thighs, thrusting past the tight ring of muscles.
The two boys moan in unison as Youngjae slowly rocks his hips back and forth, burying himself deeper in the tied-up boy. Jinyoung wails out pleas and begs, trying to top Youngjae in volume, as he feels himself getting filled to the brim.
He couldn’t remember a time where he had been this stretched out, usually being the one to top, and the new feeling of pained pleasure was all too overwhelming for him Jinyoung to handle.
With every deep thrust his bratty facade breaks away and you watch as pearls of sweat run down his skin.
“You’re this close to falling apart with just a few pathetic thrusts? Maybe we should fuck you more often.”
Jinyoung tries to protest but Youngjae’s will to prove that he can be a good top has the older boy screaming and writhing against the sheets, his head moving closer to the headboard.
You let one of your hands rest on Jinyoung’s hair, stroking the soft strands lightly as you prevent him from getting hurt.
“Fu- fuck-… there”, he wails as Youngjae hits his prostate, holding out his hand to you as best as he can. You tickle his palm, entangling your fingers with his and your eyes fall soft for a moment as you look down upon Jinyoung’s fucked out expression.
Youngjae’s heavy pants ring in your ears, the young boy struggling to keep himself up as he falls victim to his own fast motions.
“Please”, he mumbles, his eyes fluttering open as he tries to look at you, “I can’t do this anymore, I’m tired.”
You sigh, laying your free hand on Youngjae’s wrist. Your gaze shifts between the two boys in your grasp and you gulp down a smirk when you notice you terribly ruined, they both were.
“I’m- I’m so sorry- ahh”, Jinyoung cries out first, unable to think of anything but the sweet release he so desperately desired.
“Me too, please, I need to cum.” The wet slaps grow more erratic by the second as Youngjae uses the last of his strength to keep on moving.
“Alright, you can cum”, you nod at them, sliding the cockring off Jinyoung's member and grabbing tightly onto their hands as you watch the older boy cover himself in cum.
Youngjae screams out one last time, his wet hair sticking to his neck as he throws his head back in pleasure, the tight hold of Jinyoung’s ass around his cock making him cum deep inside of his older bandmate.
Smirking down at them proudly, you use a light stroke of your thumb to help the calm down from their highs.
“So”, you test as they come back to their senses, “did you learn your lesson?” and you never saw them nod quicker.
thinking of sucking youngjae off until he cums and then just... not stopping 🥴 making him keep cumming til i decide he's had enough 🙏🏻
underneath the cut because wow- 😳
decisions — choi youngjae (drabble)
— sub!youngjae, dom!reader, oral (m), gn!reader, etc.
— here’s a lil something since i haven’t updated or written in a while!! i like doing these, so 👀
“f-fuck! y/n, i-im gonna cum-!” youngjae squeaks out, mouth parting and head tilting back as he grips the sheets between his fingers. your hands are gripping his thighs as you continuously swirl your tongue around his cock, and bring him to an orgasm.
he whimpers loudly, and his outburst is followed by drawn out groan, and then as his thighs twitch, he cums into your mouth. he trembles and gasps slowly as he comes down from it, trying to refrain from closing his thighs.
he whimpers again when he realizes you don’t stop, you simply continue at the same speed you were going at before, swallowing around him and steadily teasing his tip with your tongue.
“y-y/n!! i’m sensi- mmph- sensitive!” he cries out pathetically, bucking his hips into your mouth sporadically. your nails dig into his thighs and force them open. his mouth parts as a long moan is drawn between his lips.
he’s past the point of coherency by now, only a mix of moans and babbles as he attempts to express how good he feels.
“y-you, fuck, you’re gonna m-make me cum again-“ he stutters, chewing on his lips as he focuses on being a good boy for you.
prompted by you when you tease him a bit by licking a stripe up his shaft and up to the head, the moment you fully wrap your lips around him again, he’s cumming into your mouth again.
“please...” he gasps, voice breaking and chest heaving up and down as he attempts to catch his breath. you finally pull off of him, this time using your hand to pump him leisurely.
“i will stop whenever i decide you’ve had enough, baby.” you whisper, voice strained, although it doesn’t seem to have any less effect on him. he nods his head, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth again. you raise an eye brown in a silent reminder that he can safelwrd out at any time, but he only smiles and nods his head. “now, how about you be a good boy, and cum again for me?”
ok but,, youngjae wearing an oversided pink hoodie and just being given a blowjob/handjob and being whiny 🥺🥺
not ready - choi youngjae
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⤷pairing - youngjae x reader
⤷genre - smut
⤷summary - youngjae isn’t ready to go there with you, but does want to do other things. (i suck ass at summaries.)
⤷warnings - sub!youngjae, dom!reader, handjobs, this is a really fluffy smut
⤷notes - youngjae is really fucking up my bias list
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youngjae’s back is against the plush cushions of the couch as you kiss him, his hands gripping your arms and waist while you’re kissing him so deeply that it has him whimpering.
you use one your hands to creep under your oversized sweater that he stole borrowed, and replace a hand on his hip. your hand moves up a bit farther, a small “wait” emits from him, and he jerks a bit and pulls away from the kiss.
“sorry, sorry.” he apologizes with a small smile. “it’s okay, baby. are you okay?” you ask, wondering why he yanked away from you so fast. “i just- i’m not-“ he struggles to find the right words, but you were listening patiently and didn’t mind his stuttering. “i’m not ready for that yet.” he mumbles, sweaterpaw coming up to hide his face in embarrassment. “hey, it’s okay. i’ll wait however long you want, baby.”you told him with a small smile and kiss his forehead.
he smiles and laughs a bit at the small gesture. you reach over him and grab the remote and turn on the tv, changing it to one of his favorite shows. you open your arms, and he’s immediately leaning into you with his head tucked into your neck.
he hoped you didn’t notice how much he kept crossing his legs over one another trying desperately for his erection to go down, yet you did notice. “youngjae, are you okay?” you ask him, and he stops crossing his legs and looks at you with red ears and a shy smile on his face.
“i-it’s nothing.” he says, brushing it off. “youngjae.” the authority in your voice made him whimper. “i’m not ready to go there yet, but i need help...” he lets his sentence trail off and hopes you understand what he means and what he needs.
tugging the hoodie up, you can see what affect you’ve had on him, and he whines when you wait too long without doing anything. he’s about to whine and ask you to do something, but his words are caught in his throat when your fingertips brush over the tent in his pants. he leaned into you and whined even more as you kept teasing him.
his breath hitched when he both heard and felt you unzip his pants. “hey, are you sure you still wanna do this? it’s okay if you don’t.” you mumble, placing a kiss on his forehead. “no, i want you to help me.” he says with finality. “okay, let me know whenever you want me to stop.” you tell him, and proceed to tug his jeans down a bit.
he’s a very sensitive and responsive person because his hips were already moving in sync with your hand as you palmed him. his arm was clutching at you hip and he was mewling into your neck, doing his best not to be too loud.
he’s gasping when you’re finally pulling his cock out of his briefs, eyes closing as his first real moan falls from his lips. your hand moves slow at first, making sure he can fully feel your hand around his cock, lightly squeezing it as your hand moves up and down to draw those beautiful and whiny moans from him.
he’s choking on his own sounds when you suddenly speed up your hand. “o-oh my god, y/n!” he moans out, gripping your wrist with your hand. “you sound so pretty, jae.” you praise him, watching as his cheeks heat up, even in this state, he’s still blushing at your kind words.
at this point, he’s bucking into your fist furiously. “you gotta stop bucking your hips, jae.” you tell him, using your other hand to press his hips into the cushions. he stops, yet they still occasionally jerk. “sorry, s-sorry, it’s just feels so — mmh — good.” hits does his best to string together a sentence without it being interrupted by moans.
“i-i’m getting close i think...” he mumbles, legs twitching and trying to close as he experiences a high for the first time. “you can cum, it’s okay, jae.” he does as he’s told, twitching as he cums into your hand and making a mess of the sweatshirt, moaning and whiny as you get him through his first ever orgasm.
“thank you.” he says, still breathing heavy and going through the aftershocks of his orgasm. you grab a glass of water from a dresser beside the couch and help him drink it, him taking small sips as he still tries to regulate his breathing. “i messed up your hoodie...” he mutters and pouts adorably lays the sight of the messed up hoodie.
“it’s okay, i’ll give you another.” you give him a smile as you clean him, and your hand up, and help him fix his clothes. you get up for a moment and he sees you disappear from to your room, and you come out moments later with another hoodie. he smiled as you replace it and throw the other one to the side to be washed later.
you lean against the arm rest, and he leans against your chest as you cuddle him and kiss him, gushing about how much you love and care for him, leaving him with red cheeks as he continues to watch tv.
Mark kinda strikes me as a vanilla guy, so I don’t really see him having too many kinks. He just wants to feel good and he’s pretty open to any idea his s/o might have. Something he might really like is marking (because he loves the way those purple hickeys look on his skin) and dressing up for his partner - whether it’s crossdressing, role-playing or literally anything else.
Jaebum
Maybe it's not a kink, but this man loves facesitting. Well, he likes oral in general, but there's something about having his s/o right on his face that drives him crazy (or, if his s/o has a penis, he loves laying on his back and letting them fuck his throat, especially if there's a visible bulge). Loves edging and denial, and there's no one who can take it like he does. Seriously. You could edge him for hours and then not allow him to finish, and he wouldn't be bothered at all. He might even thank you.
Jackson
Pet play. Pet play. Pet play. Call him ‘puppy’, put a pretty collar on him and he’ll be the happiest man on earth. Seriously. He might get a little bit too excited, though, so he’ll need to be put in in his place. No need to worry about being too harsh on him, he can take it. Whipping might be his favourite form of punishment ever.
Jinyoung
Absolutely loves being blindfolded. There’s something about not being able to see what his s/o is doing/is about to do that drives him insane. He also really likes having his wrists tied above his head, but he’s not that willing to admit it. Last thing: it might not be a kink, but he adores using sweet pet names (i.e. darling, sweetie, love) to address his s/o, and loves it even more when they use it for him.
Youngjae
The sweetest sub ever, he loves praise so much that he's willing to do anything just to be told how good he is for his s/o. Will melt the moment you call him a good boy, face flushed and almost incapable of holding back his giggles. Loves having his body worshipped just as much as he loves worshipping his s/o's body.
Bambam
A brat who needs to be tamed, and thoroughly enjoys it. Dirty talking is one of the things he loves the most, especially if degradation is included. Likes the idea of being 'forced' to do something, mostly because he wants to see how his s/o will deal with his brattiness (he'll probably refuse to do anything, no matter what it is, and then say "make me" just to annoy his s/o).
Yugyeom
This boy has a noona/hyung kink and you can’t convince me otherwise. He absolutely adores using honorifics with his s/o, especially during sex. The only time he purposefully doesn’t use them is when he’s acting bratty - doesn’t happen often, but when it does, this boy knows exactly what to do to receive the punishment he craves.
Heyyyyyy could you do a got7 reaction for when you ask to dom them. Thank you🙃
Here you go! Hope you like it ❤
Got7's Reaction to You Asking to Dom Them
Mark
When you had first asked he was slightly worried, thinking he wasn't pleasuring you enough or something like that. You explained to him that you were a switch, so while you did enjoy him taking control a few times, there were some days where you just wanted to wreck him as soon as you got home. He eventually agreed, but was still surprised when you suddenly gripped his waist and spun him around to look at you, taking his mind off of the dinner he was cooking. He was about to ask what was wrong but was cut off by your lips molding into his, moving the cooking stuff out of the way so you lift him to sit on the counter. He gulped when you had pulled away and he saw your dark, lust filled eyes wander over his body. This was definitely going to be a long night for him.
He was too shy to tell you how much he enjoyed it, though you could tell from how vocal he always got when you dominated him. There would be absolutely no complaints from him whenever you decide to do it again.
Jaebum
He would definitely be surprised and/or wouldn't take you seriously at all. You were his obedient babygirl, how could you possibly dominate him? But he decided to let you have your fun anyways. He simply smirked at you as you excitedly pulled him into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. He instinctively brought his hands up to rest on your waist, but was surprised as your giggly face had been replaced with a serious one. You quickly swatted his hands away from you and laid down the ground rules. He gulped as you sadistically smirked down at him, realizing you knew a lot more about this than he had thought.
Once he had gotten over his initial shock, he realized that he liked you dominating him more than he thought he would. He would definitely let you do it more often, because he honestly couldn't deny that you calling him babyboy with a growl in your voice definitely did things to him.
Jackson
He is so glad you finally asked. This man is so needy and affectionate, he's a little surprised that you hadn't asked sooner. As soon as the question had left your lips, a giddy smile spread across Jackson's face. He immediately stood up and straddled your lap, pressing his lips to yours. He melted into you, letting you take full control of his body as you shoved his tongue in your mouth. He started to grind into you, whimpering and moaning into your mouth as you began to squeeze and pinch his ass. You lifted him up slightly and turned so he was pinned beneath you. His dark, lust filled orbs were begging you to absolutely ruin him. You smirked as you thought of hundreds of ways to take the man beneath you.
Jackson really just loves to be the center of your attention, so he's beyond ecstatic when you finally ask to dominate him. He's honestly okay with anything so you can do whatever you want to him. 😏
Jinyoung
He would probably be the one to ask you if you would dominate him. He won't be nice about it either, he's purposefully mouthy and bratty so you can put him in his place. One would probably think that you both had done this a million times before with how rough you were treating him. Tears were soaking the sheets as Jinyoung buried his face in the mattress to muffle his moans, the skin of his ass and thighs a beet red from how often you had hit him. There were also bruises on his hips from where your fingers had dug into his skin at the beginning of the night. Your boyfriend had noticed the still of your movements and began to whine needily, pushing his ass back towards you as he muttered a small 'harder'. Your eyes widened as you began to realize that you really underestimated how much torture your boyfriend could stand.
Seriously, if you're going to dominate him you'll have to be rough. He likes anything that will leave a mark on him the next morning, though a flogger has always been his personal favorite.
Youngjae
You wouldn't even have to ask, honestly. You had always taken control throughout your relationship, so it really wasn't a surprise to him that you would take charge in the bedroom as well. The second you slammed him against your wall, he was putty in your hands. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as you had him trapped between your arms. He whimpered as he felt your teeth dig into his bottom lip and obediently opened his mouth so your tongue could explore it's newfound territory. You quickly pulled him toward you to drag him to your bedroom, smirking at the whine that left his lips once you squeezed his ass. It really didn't take a super genius to figure out who was going to be in charge tonight.
Seriously, this boy lives to serve. I really can't imagine him as dominant anyway so you would most likely have him squirming underneath you every time you two have sex.
Bambam
Bambam is all for trying new things in the bedroom, but just because he's letting you take control doesn't mean he won't fight back a little bit. Being a brat is practically in his nature so it's going to take a lot to break him. You had planned on going easy on him for the night since it was his first time submitting, but the way he kept talking back to you was really starting to get on your nerves. At first he was just slightly irritating, not listening to things you said or interrupting you when you were trying to tell him something, but now he was actively going against your commands. He was in the middle of another snarky remark when you gripped his hips and turned him over so his ass was in the air. You didn't give time to process what was happening before you landed a harsh slap to his ass. The whiny moan that left his mouth made you smirk; you had finally found his weakness.
While it does take a while to get him to listen to you, and a lot of work, the noises he lets out once you finally break him is music to your ears. Who wouldn't want to see Bambam's red face soaked with tears as he begs for you to let him cum?
Yugyeom
Relief had washed over his body as soon as you asked. You two hadn't really done any sort of power play, mainly because Yugyeom was somewhat new to everything and you didn't want to overwhelm him. He was honestly scared that later on in your relationship you would want him to take control, so he was relieved to find out that you were dominant. His face was bright red as small whimpers and whines passed his lips. You smirked against his skin, leaving one more mark on his neck before pulling away. Your eyes hungrily scanned over his body, slightly widening in surprise as you saw he was already hard. You chuckled before looking back to his eyes. How could he be so cute? You were going to have a lot of fun breaking him.
It's easy to get him to submit to you since he really didn't want to be dominant in the first place. He's also very whiny so there's really no use in telling him to keep quiet, he can't do it anyways.
Pairing: sub!Youngjae x Reader
Genre: Roommates, Non-Idol, Smut
Rating: MA
Summary: When Youngjae comes home early from a night out with his friends, you invite him to join you in the tub.
Word Count: 3.3k, Request
Warnings: fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, face-sitting, oral (f. receiving), cream pie eating
Theme: Jooyoung - Dive
It'd been a long fucking day. Waves of customers in lines as long as the eye could see. It was a fucking nightmare. But the only thing that got you through it was knowing you could take a long, luxurious bubble bath when you got home. Your roommate, Youngjae, was supposed to be out with his friends, so you didn't have to worry about tying up the only bathroom. You drove like a bat out of hell the entire way home and didn't bother to throw your shoes in your room. You just stripped on your way to the bathroom once you were sure you were the only one there.
Foam nearly spilled over the edge of the tub as you got in. The aromatherapy candles and lavender essential oils soothed your frazzled nerves as you reclined, eyes closed, and let your mind wander. It wasn't long before you fell asleep.
So naturally, Youngjae came home early.
The outing with his friends wasn't a bust, but it was far from fun. Jackson and Yugyeom knocked someone over, and everyone got into a scuffle. Though he'd avoided getting the shit knocked out of him, no one else had such luck. After getting banned from the club, everyone parted ways choosing to lie low for the rest of the night. What else could he do? Go home. Play with Coco.
Maybe talk his lovely roommate into a movie and popcorn.
He spotted your car parked near the front of the building. His spirits lifted a little. When he opened the front door, his jaw dropped. A trail of clothes—yours by the looks of it—went from the front door and stopped at the bathroom door. He paused, worried. Had you brought someone home? You never have. Should he leave and give you privacy? But what if you were sick and needed help?
"______?" He called out, moving through the apartment with caution, ears straining to hear. Instead, Coco yipped and came running, pawing at his pants leg with excitement. He quickly picked her up. "Ssh. Is she home?”
Coco covered his cheek with wet licks. She was of no help when it counted. He tiptoed past your bedroom and the bathroom to his own, putting Coco back in her kennel and latching the door shut. He promised himself he'd let her out the second he was sure everything was safe and you were okay.
"_____?" He called out before knocking on the bathroom door. A glance over his shoulder confirmed you weren't in your bedroom. The door was wide open, and the room was dark. No noises came from it. He knocked again. This time he heard water slosh softly. Were you asleep? Could you not hear him? He tried to keep his thoughts positive, but suddenly he had visions of you submerged in water, cold and unmoving. It scared the shit out of him. Without a second thought, he twisted the knob and pushed the door in.
He nearly had a heart attack.
You were slouched down far too low for his liking. Your chin was completely submerged in bubbles, so he had no idea how high the water really was. The water sloshed as you slipped even further, knees becoming more visible above the bubbles.
“_____, no!” He was at your side in a second, reaching into the water and yanking you up into a sitting position.
You blinked slowly, barely understanding Youngjae’s panicked rant about drowning and fires. You rolled your shoulders and stretched, raising your arms above your head to get the kink out of your neck from sleeping in that shitty angle.
Then it was quiet. Too quiet, given he was in the room.
You looked at him, eyes still blinking to focus and chase away the last feelings of sleep. He stared at you, frozen stiff, as if he’d been petrified. “What’s the matter?”
“I-I just wanted—you didn’t answer me. I thought you were drowning!” He slapped a hand over his eyes and stood, the other hand held out as he felt his way towards the door.
You looked down. The bubbles weren’t nearly as thick as they’d been before. Your breasts were on full display with little lakes of clarity in the bubbles revealing your thighs and more. A loud thud followed by a whiny groan drew your attention back to your adorably “innocent” roommate, now holding his elbow.
“Jae.” You turned and pressed against the cold side of the tub to hide your chest. “You okay?”
“Why do they call it a funny bone? It’s not—”
“It’s not funny, I know. Come here.” You held out your hand, wiggling your fingers impatiently.
“Why?” He peeked at you, then shut his eyes. “You’re naked. It isn’t right of me to look.”
“For fuck’s sake, I’m telling you to get over here. I won’t get mad if you look.” You dropped your hand. “I didn’t yell at you for coming in here, did I?”
It took him all of a second to drop his hand and open his eyes. Once you made eye contact, you held up your hand again. “Are you sure?”
“Of course.” You smiled. He stepped over your lace panties and bra to put his hand in yours. You bit back a groan at how soft and warm it was. You pulled him closer and nuzzled his hand. “Thank you for checking on me.”
His ears turned red as he ducked his head a little and mumbled, “You don’t have to thank me.”
“No?” You looked at him with a sly grin. His eyes hadn’t left your face. “I believe I owe you. Hm.” You looked at the melting bubble mountains around you. “The water is still warm. How about a quick bath?”
He did a double-take, biting down on his bottom lip, then following it with a quick swipe of his tongue. “I-I couldn’t. You’re a great roommate. What if this makes things awkward between us?”
“I won’t let that happen,” you said with confidence, holding his gaze. “You’re one of my favorite people. I like living here and I like living with you more. Besides, I’m pretty sure BamBam and Yuggie would corrupt the fuck out of you. Someone has to stick around and fight for your honor.”
A small smile replaced his frown. “I don’t think that’s how that works, _____.”
“Okay, maybe not. But won’t you join me? You can wash my back and tell me why you’re home so early.”
He stared at the floor for a moment before nodding his head. “Okay. But you have to close your eyes so I can undress and get in.”
“Are you serious?” You’d seen him naked before, but it didn’t count because it’d been an accident. This was on purpose and you wanted to get a good look. “I’ve seen everything you’re trying to hide.”
“Then I’ll go put on a movie—” he said, turning to leave. You tightened your grip on his hand.
“No! Okay, fine. Fine.” You turned around and folded your arms with your eyes screwed shut. You listened intently to the rustle of clothes and zippers. Within a minute, he was settling into the water behind you. His legs fit comfortably around your hips and you thanked the landlord for choosing garden tubs. “Comfy?”
He made a pleased noise as he gathered water in his hands and dumped it over your back. “Where’s your loofah?”
You snatched it off the spout and handed it over your shoulder. “You can pick whatever shower gel you like.”
“Really?” He already had a bottle in hand. The one he bought you for your birthday. A brown sugar and cream mousse that you were sure was as expensive as a full tank of gas in BamBam’s truck. “This one smells the best.”
“You’re biased, Jae-bird.”
“Mmm. Maybe but it compliments you so well. You always look good enough to eat.” He was being painfully honest. He didn’t think he had a chance with you. He always felt like you sealed him into your friend zone and he was too pitiful to force his way out. Being anything to you, even just a friend, was better than nothing. Wasn’t it? Being this close to you, yet being too scared to make a move out of fear that he’d lose you, was torture.
If only.
You were aware of his silence but let it linger as his fingertips grazed your hip and the loofah, saturated with soap, gently pressed against your back. He moved in small, tight circles. Up and down your spine. Shoulder to shoulder. It cured the soreness and sparked fire between your thighs.
“You never told me you were so good at massages,” you pouted, arching your back as he went down your spine again.
“You never asked,” he said simply. “There’s a bunch of things I can do that you don’t know about.”
“Like?” You looked over your shoulder.
He let out a laugh and shook his head. You dipped your hand under the water and seized a chunk of his thigh, giving it a firm pinch. He yelped and snatched your hand away, holding it firmly by the wrist. “Ow!”
“Like?” You repeated firmly. His dick twitched against your ass as he avoided your eyes.
“I-I can make a girl squirt.”
“I’m sorry?” You turned a bit more to see his face clearly. “Who the fuck taught you that?”
You couldn’t make out his reply, but it’s likely he named BamBam. That little shit was in for it the next time you saw him. He’d better know sign language because he’d see nothing but your hands flying.
“_____, don’t blame my friends. I looked it up on my own. I was curious.” His pout killed you.
“Okay. But still, someone’s out there giving out top government secrets like it’s nothing.”
“It isn’t something you’d like?” He sounded worried. You looked at him and felt a tiny piece of you die. He was sad. You turned around and crawled closer to him, unfazed by his nudity. He gasped and went to cover himself, but he was too slow. You threw your arms around his head and pulled it to your chest.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not really upset about it. Just…shocked.” You let him go, and he turned his cute little face up at you. “When we met, you were so innocent and precious. I just want to protect that.”
“But can’t I be precious and still know some things like that?”
This man is going to be the death of you.
Your reply came out strained. “Yes.”
“T-then can I try something on you? I learned it last week.” His hand went to your hips and pulled.
“Where the hell are you getting this info?” You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as he maneuvered your knees to the sides of his thighs, putting his legs between yours.
“A gentleman never gives away his secrets.” He grinned up at you with a finger to his lips. Both of his arms went around your waist and he pulled you flush against him. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and suckled gently, moaning softly. “So soft.” He went for the other one, taking his time to nip at the tender skin around it before pulling it into his mouth and gently biting. A jolt went through you to your core, leaving you clenching around nothing.
“Was this what you learned?” You asked through your teeth, willing yourself to not mark up his skin as his suckles turned rough and demanding. It was all happening so fast that you worried you’d cum.
“No.” He pulled away from your breast with a pop. “I just couldn’t resist.” His tongue lapped at the nipple. “With the way you’re grinding on me, I don’t think you want me to stop just yet.”
You’re so going to kick BamBam’s ass—
His hand cupped your pussy as he sucked your nipple into his mouth. A soft moan escaped your lips as his middle finger deftly parted your lips, circling your entrance a few times before dipping inside up to the first knuckle. Your head dropped back with a curse. He toyed with you, rolling his tongue around your nipple then flicking it until you were shaking.
“Jae, please.” You whispered, trying to hold on to your last bits of sanity. Just like that, he stopped and pushed his finger all the way in until his palm was flat against you.
But that was it.
He didn’t move. You looked down and found his eyes on you, waiting patiently. When you didn’t say anything, he moved his finger in and out a few times, then stopped again.
You patted his shoulder. “Don’t stop,” you whispered. When his finger continued, easing in and out of you, gently stroking your walls, you slipped your wet fingers into his hair and gave it a gentle tug. “Fuck.”
You rode his hand at your own pace, and he was content to give you what you demanded. It gave you a power high. Soon enough, his dick was pressing against the inside of your thigh, practically begging for attention. You guided his hands to your waist and eased down against it, forcing him to look you in the eyes as you both came into contact. His dick nestled in between your lower lips. He hissed as his hips bucked up.
“Oh, my fucking—I—please.” He looked down at where you touched, pulling on your hips in a feeble attempt to get inside. “Please _____, can I? Can I just—I really want to—Fuck—” He was a fucking mess. You rocked your hips just enough for him to get some pleasure. His head fell back into the palm of your hand, eyes shut and mouth open, filling the bathroom with the most beautiful moan you’d ever heard. It was melodic.
Your little songbird.
“How does it feel?” You traced his bottom lip with your thumb, then took his face into your hands. “Does it compare to your fantasies?”
His eyes opened, and his brow creased. “How did you know? Who told you?”
You leaned in and inhaled his breath, grinding down on him harder, moaning softly as the tip of his dick caught your clit. “The walls are thin, baby.” He moaned and his fingertips pressed into your skin harder. “I can hear you at night.”
His eyes rolled back as he pushed and pulled you against him. “H-how long—shit—have you known?”
“Two months now.” You brushed your lips against his, then stole a sloppy open-mouth kiss.
“Why didn’t you say something?” He guided your hand back to his hair, closing it into a fist and pulling his hair. “Please, ____.”
You obliged his desire and pulled until he hissed with pain. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate me bringing it up.” You pressed kisses against his throat, biting some places to leave dark marks on his beautiful skin. “But I wanted to go to your room and help you cum. I really did.”
“I-I wouldn’t have been upset,” he lost his voice to a moan. “Shit. You feel so good. I’ve never been this hard before.” He winced as he brushed over your clit again. “Please, _____. Take it. Put me inside you. Please.”
You stole another kiss, then bit his lip, letting it go with a smirk. “You don’t want to cum like this? With my pussy jacking you off? It’s better than your hand, right?”
His hands moved to your shoulders and dragged them down your back, no doubt leaving marks of his own. “Yes, but being inside you, actually fucking you, would be so much better.” His hips began moving with you. “Come on, baby. Please. Please.”
“You sound so cute when you beg for me.” You sighed, lifting up just enough for him to position himself at your entrance.
He pushed you down, moaning louder, a long solid baritone note that had you clenching his dick in response. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. So tight. Perfect. Your pussy’s perfect.” He buried his head between your breasts and shuddered. “Don’t wanna cum yet. Too soon.”
You threaded your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. “It’s okay. You can cum if you want to.”
He shook his head. “N-not until you do. I don’t want this to end.” He squeezed you tighter. “I want to remember this.”
“You say that like this is a onetime thing.” You giggled when he twitched inside you, swelling just a bit more.
“It’s not?” The hope in his voice was too pure.
“As long as you want it, we can do this whenever we want.” You lifted his face to yours and kissed him. Tired of chaste kisses, you licked the seam of his lips and he moaned. The kiss deepened. He bit your lips, and you licked the roof of his mouth, earning another loud deep moan.
“I can’t—I need to—damn,” he babbled as he leaned back, gripped your hips, and started thrusting up. “Please cum, ____. I want to taste it.”
His words went straight to your clit, and you started moaning with him, getting louder with every odd stroke. It felt good, but he was miles ahead of you. Sensing your plight, he twisted his hand around so that his thumb could reach your clit. With the water sloshing around you, it felt like his tongue.
“Ride me, _____. Please. Fuck me hard. You’re so fucking hot. I’m yours.” His words died in his throat as your pussy clamped down on him. “Shit!” He increased the speed of his thumb.
You pulled his head to you and cupped a breast, guiding the nipple to his mouth. He accepted it greedily, moaning wildly as he sucked hard. He got louder and louder as his thrusts became disjointed. Water splashed everywhere, spilling over the side of the tub and soaking the bathmat. He pulled away from you and cried out as he came, pushing you down until he filled every inch of you. You rocked against him gently, riding out his orgasm just to hear more of his sweet moans, pressing kisses on his jaw and neck.
He held you close as he whispered things you couldn’t make out, like little prayers or something, and kissed every inch of skin he could reach. Once he got sensitive, he tapped your thigh. “Stand up for me.”
Thinking it hurt, you did so without question. His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards his face. Before you knew it, his lips had latched onto your clit. You screamed at the contact, shocked, then began moaning.
“Jae, oh my—shit—you’re gonna make me cum.” You grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed his head back.
“Cum for me, _____. I want to taste you. Please, let me—”
You cut him off as you mounted his face. His tongue dipped into your entrance, sampling himself before latching onto your clit and sucking. You braced yourself against the tiled wall and whined as you rocked your hips. He held you steady by your ass and kept his eyes on your face. When you moved faster, he sucked harder and his fingertips pressed into your skin until it hurt.
You were right there.
Just a little more—
You let go of his hair and put both hands on the wall as you screamed curses mixed with his name. But he didn’t stop. He held you in place as he shoved his tongue into your spasming cunt and lapped up your combined cum. He moaned just as loudly. You could feel him sucking it out and swallowing. If he didn’t stop, you’d cum again.
When he finally let you go, you nearly fell backward. He caught you and eased you down his body until you were chest to chest again. He grinned and licked his lips, then leaned forward and kissed you.
“My fantasies wish they were as great as the real deal.”
