Warnings; sub!Jinyoung, femdom! reader, pegging, semi-public sex (if fucking Jinyoung out a window counts.) Slight degradation, slight praise (if you blink, you miss it) House husband Jinyoung, aftercare slightly mentioned but not shown.
Not much could surprise you, who always saw the unexpected.
Because of this, it became even more shocking when your seemingly vanilla husband had suggested something a little too kinky.
Although you were the dom in your relationship, he never wanted anything extreme.
So, you just decided to make the most of it.
"Did you just say what I think you just said?" You asked, blinking a lot more than usual. "Please, Y/n? Being at home all day is getting a little boring."
Now here you were, prepping your strap-on as Jinyoung bent over, half-hanging out the window.
You could hear his whines as you teased him, tapping his hole lightly with your tip. "Y/n, just put it in already-" Jinyoung let out a choked back moan as you pushed your length inside him.
"Shush, baby. Don't want anyone to hear your slutty moans, do we?" Just the mere thought of this aroused him, his cock leaking precum all over the floor.
"Such a slut." You cooed, beginning to thrust a little faster. "A-ah! Yes, I'm such a slut for you! Please, fuck me harder!" He moaned out, resulting in a harsh slap to his ass. "I thought I told you to be quiet."
Despite your warnings, Jinyoung couldn't help but moan as your cock hit his prostate. It was a new feeling to him, and he liked it. It was scary yet so intriguing. Now that he had a taste of it, he was addicted.
You took your free hand and put it near his mouth. He seemed to get the message, sucking on two of your digits. "I-I'm going to cum soon." He said, the words muffled by your hand. "Go ahead, Jirongie. Cum for me."
Just like that, long white ropes of cum spurt out of his hard cock, spilling on your floor. A loud, muffled moan escaped his mouth. You continued to thrust into him, riding out his orgasm, before pulling out. "Good boy. Now let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
= - = - = -
Jinyoung was obsessed with this exciting sensation, attempting to seduce you whenever he could. He wanted cock so often that it was starting to drain almost all of your stamina.
"Baby, I'm tired."
"Cmon' Y/n. Let's do it again!"
You could never say no to him.
Sorry if this was bad lmao it’s my first smut on here!- Kira
can you do smth smutty w/ got7 (a reaction)? i don’t really have any idea but i’m sure you’ll make it amazing!
got7 and their (slightly) hidden kinks
a/n — i took this and ran with it lmao i hope you enjoy, anon! please excuse all spelling mistakes!!
includes — sub!got7, dom!reader, gn!reader, (jaebeom’s is fem!reader, so i apologize), daddy kink, bondage, degrading, breeding kink, pegging, and much more-
mark tuan — breeding
mark loves the feeling of you filling him up, artificial cum or not, he absolutely loves it. his orgasms are also more intense when you cum inside of him, which is why it’s mostly saved for special occasions.
he likes it mainly because it’s an intimacy thing. when you’re filling him up, he feels impossibly closer to you in a sense. he feels like he’s truly yours and vice versa.
lim jaebeom — pegging
jaebeom is normally a service top, we know this, but there are times where he wants to be taken care of. not to say that you aren’t taking care of him when he’s your service top, but sometimes he wants to be pampered too, especially since it takes the edge off him being the leader.
that being said, there are times where he acts needier and clingier and you have to catch on to the fact that he wants to be pegged. during the scene, his moans are a lot louder, but it takes a bit to coax them out at first. babie just wants to be babied, that’s all-
jackson wang — pet play
okay he’s the reason i put ‘slightly’ in the title. we all know that jackson does nothing to hide his pet play kink. call him pup or puppy in that voice, and he’s going to become a needy mess.
he’s your obedient babyboy, he’s never gonna act out or anything. he’s also willing to do literally anything you want. as long as he remains your pup, he has no problem with anything you want to do to him.
park jinyoung — daddy kink
okay hear me out 🧍🏾♀️ he has a thing for calling his s/o daddy. the word just roll off his tongue, all silky and smooth. of course he’d never let you know about it, he’s a sassy brat, and it’s something you need to figure out on your own.
imagine just fucking him against a wall, and he’s about to come for the second time. he’s eeekly grasping at your arms as he lets his head rest against the wall. he jolts when he feels the tip his his sensitive spot, gasping out a moan before he whispers a broken “daddy...” before coming both of your abdomens.
TALK ABOUT DUMBIFICATION XJSHSJS Got7 bois getting fucked stupid by you as in you overstim them headcanon 🥺 imma just sit here in this corner and think of how pretty they looked when they’re ruined af -🕺🏻
Overstimulation w/ Got7
note: most of these include either dumbification and/or degradation (besides gyeomie's because he's baby)
this is just fucking Got7 silly in different ways
also thank you 🕺🏻 anon for this request, keep the horny thoughts coming luv
if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag
includes- sub!Got7 x dom!reader, use of a strap on (but I'm calling it a cock most of the time), dumbification, degradation, mommy kink, overstimulation, multiple rounds, handjob, blowjob, face fucking w/ a strap, dacryphilia, bondage, mirror sex, 69, oral (f)
let the games begin:
Mark
He was lying on his back, face turned to the side so you wouldn’t see his tear covered face, his stomach full of cum as you continued to fuck him silly. He couldn’t control the animalistic sounds that left him, too overwhelmed by pleasure to think straight. His head was completely empty, even your name was a distant memory he tried to hold onto.
“Look at you, my dumb baby, taking my cock so well. You just can’t stop yourself from coming, can you?!”
His cock was twitching again, new cum dripping onto his already white torso and you were surprised you hadn’t milked him dry yet. Your knees hurt and you struggled to keep up your pace, but seeing his pretty pink cock trying to stay alive and give you more of his seed made you unable to stop.
“Just one more time baby, show me how good you feel, I want every last drop of you.”
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Jaebeom
Your hand was tight around his cock, keeping him warm under the covers. The movie you had put on faded into the background as both of you had lost focus. His body lay strengthless on the couch, eyes almost shut as he was shaking from the intense overstimulation. You take your hand away, already having made him cum three times in a row, but he quickly pulls it back onto his member, looking at you with pleading eyes.
“What baby, did I take your voice away? You’re that fucked out and you still want more?”
He nods his head, too far gone to be ashamed of his desires and you give him what he needs, speeding up your hand once again.
“Nasty boy… always so needy for something you can’t even spell.”
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Jinyoung
Pulling his hips back against yours, his hands lost their grip on the edge of the table, making him completely fall apart under you. He still had his apron on, stained with the spurts of his cum, which could make a meal on their own at this point. The food was long cold as you thrusted into him with all the force you could muster. You push his face further into the wooden table, smearing it with his drool.
“You thought it was a smart idea to only put on an apron? But you were too dumb to realise that I would never let you finish cooking like this. And now look at you, fucked out over our dinner table. What would your bandmates think if they found you letting me use you like this? You probably couldn’t even explain it to them, because you are too dumb to gather your thoughts.”
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Jackson
“You enjoy feeling your mouth filled with my cock? “, but you didn’t need an answer, the cum covered floor speaking for itself. If it weren’t for your hands grabbing onto his face, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up, his legs weak from the pleasure.
“You probably don’t even notice your highs anymore, getting your throat fucked so hard that you see stars.”
He was leaning into you, hands bound behind his back so he wouldn’t get any ideas to touch himself. And yet he still couldn’t get his cock to calm down. Tears rolled down his cheeks and you gently wipe them away with your thumb.
“Oh baby, if only you knew how adorable you look, taking my cock like the good pup you are.”
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Youngjae
He keeps opening and closing his mouth, trying to say something, beg, moan, anything, but he fails every attempt.
“It’s okay baby, you don’t need so say anything, I know you can’t, all you need to do is let me take care of you.”
His fingernails dug into your skin; legs thrown over your shoulders as you thrust up into him in a slow but steady motion. Your bodies were clinging together, the marks left across his skin looking shadows under the dim light. He looked so small beneath you; teeth clenched together as he was approaching another high. He threw his head back into the pillows, your strap grazing his prostate with every motion, his cum filling the space between you.
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BamBam
“That’s what you get for sending me pictures of you touching yourself. Look at your pathetic self, trying to hold your balance while I’m buried so deep inside of you.”, you pull his hair back with a particularly sharp thrust, his mouth dropping open in a loud moan. You had chosen a strap that was just a little too big for his tiny ass, but he took all of it, again and again till his legs were trembling and he could do nothing but watch his crying figure get fucked through the mirror.
His whines ring in your ears, as your hand jerks him closer to his high.
“Does it hurt baby? You know it wouldn’t, if you hadn’t touched yourself before, but you just couldn’t help yourself, you pathetic little slut.”
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Yugyeom
He cries into your pussy, your mouth wrapping around his member once again. He was still weak from his orgasm, but you weren’t finished with him yet.
“I want to taste you again, may I?”, you raise your hips just far enough to let him his breath. Your fingers teasingly running up and down his length, he whimpers at the lightest touch. He felt like he was burning up, his half hard cock twitching in your hand from the sensitivity. Your taste lingered on his tongue and he pushes down the temptation to shove his head up into your heat, wanting desperately for you to sit back down.
“Yes mommy, I can be good for you, let me prove I can take another round.”
No warnings except like cross dressing and youngjae not being ready lol
Take this while I get my emotions together enough to be able to finish the series I'm doing lol
Youngjae eyed the bag in his hand, recently purchased skirts and thigh highs. It was something new he wanted to try out.
Not thinking you would be home till about a month he got them, but you had just called him saying you were on your way home.
He had no idea if you were into cross dressing and well it was all just worrying for him. coco came up to him, he started discussing his problems with her.
"Do you think your dad would like seeing me in a skirt or would it be strange coco? "
Coco jumped up licking youngjae's cheek, which to him meant that you would love it! He ran to the bathroom quickly changing.
He heard coco bark, figuring out it was you hearing how she stopped when the door opened.
Youngjae walked out and sat on the bed, "baby where are you?" Youngjae peeked out the door smiling as you hugged him tightly not noticing his skirt.
He laughed into the kiss, you placed him down on the bed finally noticing "you look adorable darling! These hug your cute thighs so well" He kept on smiling loving your praises.
Laying down on the bed with coco on youngjae's lap and youngjae in yours, all of you watched a nice cute family movie together.
Soon enough you two were left alone. Your hand traveled up his leg to his thigh...wanting to take the next step into the relationship was something you wanted to do yet not sure if youngjae wanted to.
Rubbing his thigh slightly he grabbed your hand. "Not yet... " Taking your hand out you nodded. The last thing you wanted was your sunshine to feel uncomfortable..
But nonetheless he looked absolutely ravishing in the skirt, maybe one day you would get to see under all those clothes..
Warnings: Pegging, slight mistress kink, dirty talk, Jinyoung cries lol, pretty harsh punishment (rough caning. don't worry tho, the after care makes up for it. Probably.), mentions of breaking skin from caning wounds and bruising 😬, slapping, hair-pulling, strapjob, fingering (m receiving), nipple play, degradation, just pure filth man 💀
Requested: months ago, but yes
Note: Jinyoung has a key at some point and it disappears, but you're not gonna say shit about it. Also it gets lazy near the end, excuse the grammar mistakes.
Word Count: 6.3K (pls don't let this flop, I am exhausted 🤩)
The last thing Jinyoung thought he’d be doing, was going to a professional Dominatrix session. If anyone had even dare mentioned the idea, say a month beforehand, he’d give them the nastiest grimace manageable and avoid them like the plague, not that he didn’t do that to anyone who tried to weasle their way into his private life anyways. It made even his own subconcious howl with laughter at the position Jinyoung had put himself in now.
So much for trying to s tay away, huh?
He didn’t even think something like this could happen. Hell, one minute he was filing more stacks of papers as his assistant talked his ear off, which he had vehemently told her not to do, and the next he found himself bored, and scrolling through a Domme website the night that followed.
But here he was; standing outside the neat black building with his phone in one hand, and a hand cupped in his pockets as he raised an eyebrow before going in. Past the glass doors, he found his surroundings consiting with soft shades of brown. A mahogony reception desk sat to the front of him against a wall, a long hallway next to the desk, and neutral white lights giving the atmosphere a professional look. His legs moved on their own accord while he focused on stabalizing his breathing, not used to the clamminess now making his palms sweat against his sides, and before he knew it, he was standing at the front of the office.
A woman in her early-to-mid twenties sat before him, smile sweet and chestnut brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were soft, almost inquisitive as they assessed Jinyoung’s appearance and outfit, which consisted of a beige turtleneck and black dress pants. She seemed pleased with the effort he put into his looks if her satisfied hum was anything to go by.
“Hello, are you here for an appointment?”
Her voice was cheery, like the chime of a bell, and her face beamed with a radiance that Jinyoung wouldn’t think someone who worked in her place of job would exude. He cleared his throat, “I am, yes.”
“Your name?”
“Park Jinyoung,” she nodded and typed something into the computer to her left.
“And your mistress for the night is Madame Black, correct?”
Jinyoung felt odd with how casual this was going. He’d expected.. something else? No, that was a lie一Jinyoung didn’t know what he expected. Maybe a bad experience, he guesses. He just wasn’t used to the way this was such an open transaction, as if he was going to the doctor’s for a checkup or something. It left him confused as he thought of a couple of his previous encounters with people he trusted on his sex life. The way they scrunched their faces in a disapproving frown when he said he wanted to try subbing, only to backpedal at his embarrasment. The rest just flat out didn't know what they were doing. It was almost laughable how little they knew. But this... This seemed like a whole new ballgame.
“Yeah,” He shook his head in confirmation, the sudden movement making him look like an overenthusiastic dog. The woman laughed at the new show of excitement and leant over the console so she could murmur to him despite the space being completely empty, save for both of them, of course.
“Third door down the hall, you’ll know it’s hers when just standing outside of it makes you wanna piss your pants. Don’t forget to change into one of the robes in the room just to your left. Oh! And just a heads up, Jinyoung,” She smiles with a mischevious glint in her eye and reaches out to drop a black key into his awaiting hand, “She may seem nice, but Madame is not one who tolerates brats. Do go in with the knowledge that she’s not afraid to bite.”
Jinyoung raises a brow at her tease, but smiles back at her nonetheless, "Who says I'm afraid of being bitten?"
With a jerk of his head in what he hoped was a nod, he fought not to not scurry down the hall in his newfound anticipation, smirking to himself at the knowing face of the desk worker.
Jinyoung was jittery with each step that brung him closer to his destination, which now stand a couple feet from him, the deep ebony-shaded door looming with a question that made Jinyoung have second thoughts despite thinking it through for hours; ‘Can I handle what’s behind this door?’
Jinyoung rakes a shaky hand through his hair, trying to take deep breaths as he pushes the cold metal of the key into the lock, twisting it to the right until he hears the telltale Click! Of the latches unslotting while he turns the handle and pushes the inlet open, taking a moment to survey the room before him, then kicks the door closed after he steps inside. Of course he can. If the voice in the back of his head said anything, it probably wouldn’t even be a good experience much different to the other ‘dom’s’ he’s had sex with.
Almost immediately, the tart scent of lavender wafts into his nose. The room was spacious, dimly lit by the soft golden glow of candles occupying the corners which cast shadows across the silky wine carpet, and the delicate shades of a peachy pink had consisted of the walls surrounding him. A king-sized bed with fluffy red covers sat against the back wall, a plush pink chair facing it, and you perch right at the bottom of the bed. Jinyoung feels his heart shake at the sight of you.
Just the way you sit with your legs crossed over one another had his cock stirring behind the silk black robe that curtains his naked frame. You wear a gorgeous tan lingerie set, the top is a thin see-through camisole which stops just above the curve of your upper stomach, displaying the supple mounds of your breasts over a sheen of lace, and the bottoms are a simple high-arch panty, the same fabric and look of the top, but with a skirt-like covering which flutters around the curves of your hips whenever you move. The fact that the set shown your bare body in such a delicate show of wispy materials was what made Jinyoung even more worked up. Your position was relaxed as you sat, holding a glass of champagne, and you cocked your head to the side slightly upon Jinyoung’s arrival. You offer a smile.
“Why hello there!” You gleam, and at the sheer enthusiam which you eminate, Jinyoung finds himself mirroring the smile without his own accord. Something about you just dusts away all of Jinyoung’s previous nerves.
“Hey,” Jinyoung sifts through his head to find the right words, “Madame Black?”
You giggle at the way he says it, obviously giving away that he wasn’t fully aware of what he was about to get himself into, “Yes, that’s me. You must be Park Jinyoung, I’m assuming?”
A nod was your answer.
"Don't be shy, take a seat," you nod towards the chair before you, and Jinyoung obliges, smiling at you as he goes to sit himself down in front of you.
"First of all, I would like to discuss boundaries, even if I’ve already gone over the form you filled out," you begin with a wink, "what’s your opinion on rimming and ass-play in general?”
Jinyoung feels his eyes bug out slightly at the way you so seamlessly jump into it. Shameless, aren’t you? But he isn’t complaining.
He clears his throat and, suddenly unable to look you in the eye, settles his gaze on his lap as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, “I’ve dabbled in it by myself but never really experienced proper ass-play things with somebody else,” mustering up his courage to flick his eyes back to yours, he smirks, “I’d like to try it with you if possible.”
You nod, “how about being rough with you? Hair-pulling, slapping, throat-fucking, etcetera?”
He seems to strongly approve if the fast dipping of his head means anything, and if that weren’t enough to give you a gist to how much he liked the idea, he isn’t afraid to say so.
“Anything that will leave me sore, I’m completely into. I like seeing the after effects.”
“Cum-eating and degradation?”
“Very eager to try.”
“Alright, anything else you’d like to add into the mix?”
Jinyoung muses, then shakes his head, to which you hum at.
“Now, Jinyoung, I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to answer with a very well thought-out response,” you raise an eyebrow at the brunette, eyeing him down like the first meal you’d seen in days, “Are you sure you want to do this?
Jinyoung can feel his heart thrum against his ribcage, like the hard beat of a drum, when he hears your words. You were definitely experienced in this, even someone with half a brain could tell. He could feel his lips stretch into a smile, an idea coming to mind as you gently set your champagne glass on the floor a couple steps away from your feet, then sit back up to cock your head to the side.
“If I’m being honest, Madame,” He scorns the name out, mocking your authority, “I don’t think you’ll be any better than the self-proclaimed ‘dom’s’ that I’ve been with.”
"Huh."
"I mean—look at what you're wearing—how am I supposed to believe that this is a dominatrix scene and not a sub session where I can easily just knock you around?"
Wow.
You can’t quite bite back the loud, boisterous peals of laughter that bubble up frrom your chest fast enough when you finally register his words after staring at him for a couple seconds, vacantly blinking at the brunette and trying to figure out if you heard him right. You wipe a tear from your eye, still tittering, “And what makes you think that just because I'm wearing delicate and frilly lingerie doesn't mean I can't fuck your guts out, Mr. Jinyoung the powerful CEO?”
Jinyoung frowns, “How do you know that I’m a CEO?”
God, this was getting more interesting by the moment.
Shaking your head, you rake your eyes up the sultry expose of his hardened calves and legs, slowly meeting his eyes once more, and grinning as you do so, “You must think I’m dumb. You act like that smug little face of yours isn’t plastered all over the city. Regardless..,” You lean forward, "Yes or no, Jinyoung? I promise, I'm well worth the money."
Jinyoung thinks for a moment, still in shock from the mention of his job, even if he already knows his answer before he says it. This was his chance to experience what he'd always wanted. Maybe. You already knew his kinks due to the form he had to fill out, as well as the little transaction, so he had no doubt that you knew which buttons to press, but he wanted to know if you could take him beyond his limits like he's always hoped for. If you knew how to press those buttons just right, or if you were just another let-down with a more professional look and platform. This was it, and he was going to make you work him over as much as you could.
"Yes, I'm sure I want to do this."
Jinyoung feels a shudder wrack his shoulders at how smoothly your facade transitioned to one of pure intimidation and stony expressions. The smile that once graced your seemingly sweet attributes was now wiped away and replaced with a carefully adept mask of indifference.
You keep his stare whilst you bend down to retrieve a big, black wooden box from beneath the bed, setting it beside you as you stand from your spot and lift the lid from the case to pull out a leather clasping, as well as a thick and textured blue dildo which was, admittedly, one of your biggest straps. You look to Jinyoung as you began attaching the proper clippings and belts in order to fasten it around your hips.
“On your knees.”
Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Jinyoung slowly pushes himself away from the chair and sinks down to his knees, mouth watering at the authority in your tone of voice, and blood beginning to heat underneath his skin as you secure the harness and move to close the distance between the both of you. Deft fingers trace the sharp lining of Jinyoung’s jaw, trailing a line to the dip of his chin before taking it between your thumb and forefinger with a force that worries the bone slightly.
He's pretty, you think. One of the prettiest men that have ever occupied your time as a dominatrix, with full lips and features that would deem him model-worthy. You smile. You would have fun making a mess of him.
“Safeword?”
Jinyoung is taken aback for a moment, allegedly in a daze to the golden view from below you. “Hm... 'Promotion'?" He smiles at his own small joke.
You hum, grabbing the ribbed silicone that stare back at Jinyoung, and pressing the tip to the seam of his mouth with short, prodding impels.
“Open,” you murmur.
He obeys, albeit after frowning slightly; letting his lips part to engulf the width of your strap, wasting no time in stooping his head lower so he could stop midway on your cock, his throat constricting around the foreign object now lodged in his passage. You moan down at him with a hand raking through the soft tresses of his hair in appreciation at his eagerness.
“Suck.”
And he does.
Jinyoung started out strong at first; bobbing his head as he craned his neck this way and that to really go in on you without hesitation, hollowing his cheeks and looking up at you with a determinbed look, but after a while of swallowing your cock like he had one chance to impress you, he makes a rasping sound in the back of his throat, vaguely like the creaking of bed springs, followed by a lewd slurping noise before he goes to pull away. You catch the back of his head with a hand, raising an eyebrow as you shove him back down to where he’d stopped previous.
Jinyoung gags, a beautiful, surprised chuck of sound that makes you sigh at the way he sought for purchase at your thighs, a poor attempt to steady himself when you were already pulling back to drive your cock back down his throat with a fist-full of his hair. A range of noises that originate from Jinyoung bounce off the walls of the room, mostly different variations of kecks and physical strains on his trachea, but some being choked-off whimpers and half-strangled gasps of which he could actually get in between you fucking into his face and withdrawing.
You finally slow your pace to more shallow strokes, and looking past the pretty shine of Jinyoung’s now tear-stained face, you can see the tent in the flap of his robe. You favor him with a devilish grin, one that he sadly can’t see due to staring down at where you had your cock in his mouth.
“Look at me, whore,” the stern demand comes out in a throaty growl as you use your hand, still laced within the damp tresses of his hair, to yank his head back and up at you, resulting in both a muffled yelp and the back of Jinyoung’s neck popping at the sudden movement.
The sight was immoral in every sense of the word. His swollen lips, which were wrapped around the pink cock strapped to your hips, were left hanging open with obvious smears of glistening drool, still seeping from the corners, his cheeks streaked over with it in some places and mixing the stream of drying tears falling from his wide eyes. You can hear him begin to gag around the strap, considering he is shoved down to the hilt, but you only push his head down and keep him there. Instead, staring in amusement at the way he sputters and coughs, wanting to savor how his face begins to turn a lovely shade of red. When you are certain he can’t breathe, you pull him off and let him drink in desperate gulps of much needed air, the soft peach color returning to his face when his lungs begin to relax.
Stunning, you think.
Jinyoung gasps when you force him up to his feet by his hair, practically stumbling when you turn the two of you around so you can then proceed to to shove him onto the bed, ignoring the groan of the springs due to the impact. His head is a mess from the influxion of air he experiences. Only the ache between his legs keeping Jinyoung tied to this world as he softly pants, laying on his forearms with glossy eyes locked on yours and how you follow suit; crawling onto the bed and taking place hovering right over him. Jinyoung moans lowly when you lean in to press open-mouthed kisses, hot and wet, against his jawline, your hand snaking down the expanse of his hidden body to pull at the tied robe sash, and you treat yourself with a peek down at how it falls open to reveal everything he had to offer. Smoothing your fingers along the breathtaking show of defined muscle and healthy flesh, you curse.
“Of course such a little brat would have a fantastic body...”
Jinyoung lets out a complacent laugh at your subtle annoyance. He knows he has a good body, and he knows he's attractive, which makes you all the more irritated, considering he is perfect in every way, and you have no doubt in your mind that he uses it to get what he wants.
“You sure are taking your time,” He gripes out, hoping to stir your anger.
You snicker at him, and without thinking too much of it, strike him across the face, not waiting for his head to fully turn to the left before you grab his cheeks, force him back to you, and slap him again.
Once. Twice. Three times.
You feel his cock twitch against your thigh, and his mouth parts in pleased shock as he breathes.
“Say it again, bitch"
"I said, you sure are taking your—Ah!"
He's momentarily shocked into silence when you immediately shove your hands under his waist to hoist Jinyoung's legs behind his head, essentially folding him in half and displaying his exposed bottom, which is just as gorgeous as everything else about him. That's saying something, because an asshole, dick, and balls shouldn't even be in the same sentence as 'gorgeous.'
Jinyoung doesn't have time to protest, because as soon as he opens his mouth to fuss, he feels a strong, harsh slap land right on his hole. He yelps, kicking his feet out the best he can until he cries out again upon registering the next three smacks that rain down on the same spot.
"Rude, rude, boy. Has nobody ever taught you that you shouldn't speak back to your Mistress?" You growl, blowing cool air over his fluttering rim before patting his ass gently, "Stay like this or else I'm shoving an inflatable plug up your ass and stretching you until you rip."
Shaky and wanting, Jinyoung let's out a breath, doing as you say and hooking his hands into the back of his knees in order to press down and stay in said position. It unfortunately does put a strain on his lower back, but as much as he likes punishment, he's not betting on having his poor butt mercilessly torn open like you promised.
"What's your favorite color?"
The question half-startles him, "Red...?"
"Good choice," You chirp, and like that, you're holding his legs in place again; dangling a bottle of reddish-tinted lube over him as you happily squirt the cool gel onto his hole and two of your fingers. You tease him—gently running your hand up the soft skin of his left leg whilst you push the pad of your digit against his entrance, letting it breach slightly before pulling back to do it again.
"Tell me you want it."
He groans, "I want it..."
"Yeah?" You lie your cheek on his thigh, staring down at him with narrowed eyes. You love how exposed he is right now. Vulnerable to your gaze, and letting you touch him in such lewd ways. You always liked these parts of your sessions—where you could see the raw arousal in their faces. Letting your hand slide from Jinyoung's thigh to his cock, you begin simultaneously stroking him and, finally, pushing your fingers into his ass. He suddenly jerks upwards the best he really can with his legs behind his head, and you already know that both the sensations combined feel odd for him.
"Does it hurt?" You ask, half-wanting him to say it does so you can see the look on his face when you add another finger. But he doesn't, thankfully, and you whisk away the sadistic thoughts that you don't really want there. Instead, he shakes his head with a weak noise of slight discomfort.
"It doesn't hurt, but it feels... Weird?" Jinyoung doesn't seem so sure of himself when he actually says the words out loud. The confused frown knitting his eyebrows together mimes that of someone who was deciding on whether they liked something or not.
"Mm. Give it a minute."
And he does. He breathes heavily at the still-going stimulation to his cock, furrowing his brows everytime you move your fingers in a strange way as you try and find a pace, then, like clockwork as your digits graze upwards of his walls, he gasps, loud and surprised.
"Oh? Did I find it?" You grin, raising an eyebrow whilst continuing to abuse that spot inside of him. You revel in the way he moans. It's actually very melodical, everytime he reaches a high note it sounds like he's about to start singing, and it catches you off-guard when he keens before letting his lower body fall against the bed.
You tsk and shrug, "I was gonna be nice but it looks like you're just itching for punishment."
"Well what the hell did you expect when you put me in a painful position like-"
Thwap!
You give him another good slap to the face, then, almost too aggressively, force him to the edge of the bed so you can bend him over.
"Don't look at me, keep your eyes on the floor or I'll make it worse," you murmur, and with a mischievous smile, you walk over to the large black closet to the side of your bed. You can hear Jinyoung's heavy breathing reverberating throughout the room the entire time it takes to fetch your trusty cane and take position back behind Jinyoung.
The cane is long, about the height of a relatively high-standing desk, and decorated with accents of blood red while the rest is tinted a ravishing mulberry purple. It's thick at the top which makes it easy to hold onto, and it begins to slight as it reaches the the tip, which is skinny and carefully rounded.
"So, here's what we're gonna do," you begin, running your fingers up and down the polished rattan, "I am going to hit you with this cane as hard as I can, and you are going to count each and every stroke that I put on your thighs and backside. Do you hear me?"
Jinyoung sucks in a breath, but nods his head nonetheless.
"Come on, you know better. I need you to say it."
"Yes, I hear you."
"Hear you, what?" You lean forward to whisper into the shell of his ear, enjoying the way he lets out a small whimper and pushes his ass back against you.
"Yes, I hear you, Mistress..."
"Good Boy. Now, spread your legs a bit, and when you feel the cane, begin counting."
Jinyoung does as told easily enough; widening the space between his feet until his legs stand out in a small 'v' shape, and waiting in anticipation for you to begin the punishment. He can hear the blood rush in his ears.
Shwoop- thwack!
The pain that surges in a line against both cheeks is nothing short of winding. He thought it'd sting a bit at most but fuck, he had trouble keeping his legs from wobbling.
"One!" He shrills.
Shwoop- thwack!
"Two!"
Shwoop- thwack!
"T-Three!"
It feels like it goes on for forever if he's being honest. It's the same pain, but it gets worse with each swing and cut. It doesn't help that your cane had broken skin and drawn blood every couple strokes to both the backs of his thighs and cheeks, and you kept on hitting the same wounds.
"Twenty... twenty-one.."
"My good boy.. you did so, so well," You all but coo, dropping the cane to the floor with a thud as you lean forward to drape yourself over his back, careful not to make contact with his injuries whilst you trail your fingers between his legs so you can continue stroking his cock, grip loose and barely touching him with each swipe over his shaft.
"It hurts...!" Jinyoung's voice wavers, and you can finally hear the submission in his tone. You like hearing him like this; on the edge of breaking down, sobbing out his pain and pleasure, and all for you.
You smile, tightening your fist around his tip and holding it there just to savor the way he cries out and reaches down to try and stop your administrations, "But you like when it hurts, don't you? You like seeing how bad of a boy you'd been, and you like feeling those repercussions wear off even more, no?"
"N-no..."
"Mistress doesn't like liars, baby. Say you're sorry and maybe I'll make the pain feel better," You hum, only the slightest of touches ghosting against Jinyoung's nipples, butterfly kisses on the back of his ear.
"I'm sorry.. I-I'm sorry..!"
"Move up the bed. Hands and knees, still."
He's crying as he carries out your command, you realise. Tears, shiny, like the first drops of rain, run in flexuous tracks down his cheeks, and a blush dusts the ball of his nose. He makes no noise, but you can see the stutter of his chest and the way his breath hitches everytime he tries to take in a full inhale.
"See what happens when you don't listen to your Mistress? She has to hurt you, and she doesn't quite like hurting you to the point of drawing blood," you sigh and can't help but frown at the marks left on his body, especially the way you can identify the blooming bruises, which range from pretty shades of red to slowly darkening purples. Not to mention the many long cuts that litter just above the bruises.
"I-I'm sorr-sorry," Jinyoung involuntarily hiccups, and the way he reaches back and out for your top, tugging at the hem to get you to come closer, undoubtedly makes your mask slip a bit.
"Don't-.. don't look at me like that.."
But he keeps doing it. He keeps looking at you with those eyes. Those eyes that plead and beg in only the ways that make your body light aflame with desire to see him break completely under your touch.
"Fuck me... Please fuck me," He whispers, still looking at you from over his shoulder and holding onto your camisole.
"I bet you do. You've had that look in your eyes ever since you walked through the door. Don't worry, though. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you hard enough to make your mind go blank, and I'll fuck you good enough that everytime you touch yourself, you'll wish it was my hands instead of yours," you crawl onto the mattress and keep direct eye contact as you do so. You want him to take in the fire in your eyes, and know that you mean everything you say.
And from the way he whines upon your hand encasing his throat when you take place behind him, lining yourself up with his entrance with your breath hot on the back of his neck, he gets the memo.
"Have you ever had a cock inside you, Jinyoung?"
"Only finger-ers," He gasps out, still catching his breath to make coherent sentences as his crying dies down.
You nod into his shoulder, "We're gonna take this part slow, then, okay? Deep breaths.. I'm pushing inside, now."
The stretch is slow and, admittedly, overwhelming; the way your strap's textured shaft tenses his walls around the thickness of it's outer layers has him clutching and the sheets and making all sorts of noises, from groans to whimpers, from low-tones to high-notes, then finally, you bottom out. Your hips meet the plush skin of his ass, which he yelps at, and you take a moment to massage the column of his neck, trying to get him to relax as much as possible. It is his first time with a dick up his ass, after all, and he'd just taken a brutal punishment with, from the looks of it, painful consequences.
"What's the traffic light say, Jinyoung?"
He knows what it means, and when he's actually asked the question, it sparks a sort of satisfaction in him. He means wow, someone who actually checks in with him during sex and doesn't just do whatever they want without making sure he's ok with it.
"Green. Just go slow, please? It still hurts a bit."
He's surprised when you actually listen to him, and begin pacing yourself slower; careful movements of your hips, barely even registered as thrusts, and soft brushes over the hardness of his nipples once again as a distraction from any lingering uncomfort.
"Is it ok to go faster?"
He nods, and turns his face to the side so he can look at you properly. He looks so good like this; watery eyes and a needy expression painted on his face like glass.
It's then that you find yourself kissing him.
It catches him off-guard, obviously, but he leans into it nonetheless, and damn did you know how to kiss. Your lips were sweet against his, mouth moving in tune with his own and it was quite easy for you to take control of things. One squeeze to his throat and he was putty.
You don't even notice that you're thrusting into him too fast until he grabs at your hip from behind and whines into your mouth, which makes you want to go all the more faster, but you don't. You groan, nibbling his lip before you pull away with a grin, and weave your hand into his hair so you can gently push his face into the covers. His arch is gorgeous. Just like the rest of him, you think.
"Jesus, you're a sight.. you know that?"
From the neat curtain of bangs, you can faintly see Jinyoung smile, "Do you like it?"
"Baby you know I like it," You curse as you smooth a hand down the sultry slope of his back, all muscled and strong yet delicate in a way that you find hard to explain.
He moans, loud and clear for you, "Then show me, mistress. Please?"
'Showing him' would be an understatement of what you did. It was like you were possessed; one moment he was on his hands and knees, looking back at you with that fucking face, and the next, you had him flipped over on his back, drilling into him like your life depends on it. You don't know how long you fuck him, but you know that you were in a daze as you snap back to the present.
It's brutal, the way you pound into him. Rough, animalistic, and downright cruel. He's trying his best to stay tethered to this world, but you make it extremely hard with the way you bull his knees into his own chest and stare at him, long and heavy, with each other's foreheads touching and a hand jerking him off at a rapid speed. He wails and cries out every couple seconds, his voice now strained in his throat and wearing thin like the threads of an old spiderweb.
"Is this what you fucking wanted? Huh? Well here it is so fucking take it, bitch. Take it all and don't you dare waste it or else I swear you'll regret it," You growl, your teeth clenched hard enough to put pressure on your gums as you unhook your arm from under his left knee and instead use it to choke him. He struggles at the lack of blood going to his brain, but nods regardless.
"I-I'm c—oh my god please—I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-"
"Then fucking cum, you filthy whore. Do it, all over your stomach. Make Mistress proud, hm? Make her proud of her good little fuck doll, I know you can do it, baby."
Letting go of Jinyoung's throat has more of an effect than you anticipated. The influx of air and blood, paired with his approaching orgasm, quite literally throws him headfirst into his climax. His mouth falls open in a silent scream as he writhes and twitches, spilling white on his lower abdomen, and one shot even glances him on the collarbones.
It's silent for a moment as he catches his breath, still shaking, and that's when you make the decision of discarding your strap-on into the basket near your closet with a single toss. Jinyoung, on the other hand, is on cloud 9. He feels like he's floating in a golden sea of bliss, which clouds of cotton candy hanging overhead, and he barely registers it when he feels your fingers on his body once again.
He looks down, "Hm..?"
"Pfft holy shit, look at you," You bring your palm to your mouth as you giggle at the man's euphoria, "Yeah.. Oh yeah, you're definitely feeling it, huh? Told you I was worth the money."
"No shit. That was... Jesus, that was insane."
"Mm thanks, pretty. Sit still, I'll be right back."
You hop up off the bed with another quick glance at Jinyoung before you disappear behind a misty glass door. While you're doing.. whatever you're doing, Jinyoung takes the time to sit up and try and find a comfortable position because of course it's now that everything finally settles in.
"Ow, fuck!" He hisses at the pain of trying to sit on his ass with all the cuts on it.
"Yeah, about that, put your butt up for a moment?"
He frowns, but upon seeing the tube of ointment in your hand as well as baby wipes and a lollipop, sighs and reluctantly bends over.
"I know, I know, but don't worry, it'll only sting a bit. Also, make sure to apply some Neosporin or disinfectant on the backs of your thighs and bottom until they begin to scab up." You drone on about how to take care of the injuries whilst applying the salve, the basics on how to not exercise while they're still open because the sweat can cause an infection, the usual things. When you're done both rubbing the medicine on him and giving him a jog through cautions, you finally twist the covering on the tube of ointment and reach for the wet wipes before meeting Jinyoung's eyes again.
"Roll on your back, please. Feet up in the air and spread your legs so I can see everything."
"Why?"
"Because," you smile, already nudging him to move into position, "You're all messy. I need to clean you up, don't I? Now come here, I even have a lollipop for you since you did so well."
It's soft how you take care of him, Jinyoung thinks. The mood switch is completely different from what you were like when you were fucking him like you hated him, because now, you're so concerned about whether you're pressing the wipes too hard onto his skin as you swipe the cold sheet between his legs and rear end.
"I'm sorry," you say, slowing down on cleaning him to snort at how hard he sucks on the light green candy, admiring how at peace he looks with the warm expression he wears.
"For what?"
"I probably went a little too hard on you. This was your first actual time with an experienced domme, and I'm afraid that I could've ruined it for future references."
"Oh no, don't feel bad. I liked it."
"You did?" Your eyebrows shoot up.
"Of course. This is probably the best I've felt in literal months."
And he smiles. He smiles genuinely one of the most breathtaking smiles you've ever seen, with a slight fan of creasing around his eyes from the rise of his cheeks, and a laugh like pure beauty. You return it.
"Well, I'm glad I could help, Jinyoung. Now, I think it's about time for you to go, considering the session is officially over, and you most likely have a lot of work in the morning," You wink and stand from your spot on the bed.
Jinyoung allows you to help him back inside his robe, even rub the dried tear tracks off his cheeks, and before he knows it, he's slowly walking away from your assigned room, looking back at you as you stand in the doorway with a hand on your hip.
"Goodbye, Madame Black."
"Goodbye, Mr. CEO. Come again sometime, I'm sure you'd love to be taken down another peg."
woo okay bet this the bambam part, the jaebeom one finna come in a minute-
bambam is such a big brat. like he’d love to to tease you and rile you up, yk? “i’m not doing that. if you want me to do anything for you, you’re going to have to make me, baby,” w that smug ass smirk on his face. and that’s when you pin him down to the bed, stripping him of his clothes, and tying his wrists so he can’t touch you.
imagine his mf a feather on him while he’s in the state, trailing it up and down his cock, light enough to tease but quick enough so that it effects him. precum is clearly dripping down his cock but he insists (with a shaky voice) that it doesn’t affect him at all.
but as he says that, his eyes are lidded, his mouth is wet w his saliva and red from him chewing them so much-
then you use your mouth on him, teasing him and slowly using your tongue to trail at his most sensitive vein and his hips jerk and he whimpers...
but,,,, you stop after only a few moments. you resort to sucking and marking his thighs and slowly breaking down his bratty exterior-
BYE LETS NOT FORGET HIS SENSITIVE NIPPLES- pls after you mark his thighs, completely ignore his cock and just pay attention to his nipples while gripping his waist. then just slowly mark down his chest, right before you reach his cock, and he’ll start begging and apologizing..
“PLEASE! please, i’m sorry, s-so sorry please just touch me, fuck me, whatever i just need you to touch me-“ and he’ll be breathing heavy and so close to tears, whimpering and whining and pleading for you 🥺 and then how can you resist the baby?
By saying no-
KIDDING DJSJAHNW HE'D BE SO PRECIOUSSSSS. the way you wrote this 😩 I'm just gonna leave it like this cuz dAMN
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