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
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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.”
when you switch places with your twin sister to teach English in South Korea. You quickly find you’re worse at the job than you think. Luckily, kindergarten teacher Jinyoung helps you navigate the waters of teaching and help your class pass their end of the year exams.
requested, unedited
warnings: oh boy where do i even begin, sub jinyoung, baby boy and mommy used excessively (im not sorry), overstimulation (sort of), nipple play, jinyoung is just really subby and cute ok, let me know if im missing anything bc this is a mess
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There was a certain way that your twin sister had about her that made it impossible to say no. She had used this against you her entire life, and it hadn’t stopped as you grew out of teenagers and became adults. In fact, her requests got more and more demanding. Which is how you found yourself on a 15-hour flight to South Korea.
It was a simple switch really, she had gotten pregnant and wanted you to fill in for her. She had spent about half of the year teaching English to 6th graders and couldn’t leave for half of the year. You were pretty positive that she had just told you that so she wouldn’t have to pay rent on the year-long lease she had signed, but honestly, you were kinda excited. Not about the kids, you had no idea what to do with them, but more so about living in a different country kinda thing.
The flight was long, and you spent the whole time watching movies, unable to sleep. So, admittedly you were exhausted when you stood in front of your new apartment. You made your way inside, and you had to be honest, the apartment was way nicer than your home back in the States. It was nowhere near as big, but it was filled with nicer, comfier furniture and a giant bed that you couldn’t resist.
You awoke with a start, rubbing your eyes and groaning. You had no time to waste since your first day in the classroom was supposed to be today. You hadn’t made any plans for your students, but you didn’t have enough time to make one. Scurrying around the apartment you pulled together a business casual outfit, grabbing a piece of toast from the toaster and hurrying out of the apartment with only one shoe on. The other shoe balanced delicately in your hands with a cup of coffee, and your toast.
By the time you made it into the school, You were more put together. You were still extremely nervous about meeting the students and you were praying that they would be nice to you. You weren’t too fond of kids, and, unlike your sister, you were terrible at interacting with them.
Your thoughts of the day were taking over, and as you desperately searched for your sister's classroom, you bumped into a broad chest.
“Hey, you ok y/s/n?” A handsome man asked, his sweater showing off his broad shoulders. You had no idea who this guy was, but damn your sister for failing to mention that someone so handsome existed. You smiled at him, your cheeks heating up as you stared, looking for some sort of name tag. You couldn’t find one.
“I’m ok, just kinda lost for some reason,” you laughed, “My brain hasn’t started yet, I guess.”
“Ah, well maybe I can point you in the right direction?” The man said, looking at you quizzically, you were clearly failing at convincing him you were actually your sister. If he had any questions, though, he didn’t ask them. Instead leading you down a winding hallway and into a classroom.
“Ah, it’s good to be back,” you smiled, praying that he wouldn’t be too suspicious, “Thanks for your help!”
The man just took one glance behind him, before deciding to just close the door of the classroom.
“So you’re the twin, right?”
“Uh, I don’t know what you mean…” You tried, glancing at the desk and seeing the picture of you and your sister. She could be a real idiot sometimes. The man just raised an eyebrow at you, glancing at the picture on the desk and then back at you.
“Listen, I know you aren’t y/s/n,” he stated, “she’s never this nice to me. Plus, what kind of teacher forgets where their classroom is?”
You let out a nervous chuckle at his accusation, it was only the first day and you had already been found out.
“Don’t worry,” he added, “I’m not gonna tell anyone. My name’s Jinyoung. It's nice to meet you…”
“YN,” you said, taking his outstretched hand and shaking it, “I really don’t want to get my sister in trouble, so it would be really great if you kept it a secret.”
“Like I said, I am not gonna tell anyone,” he smiled, “but you are going to need to learn everyone else's names if you are going to try and pull this off.”
That was how you found yourself studying the school’s website, trying to memorize faces and names, with Jinyoung’s tips about their respective personalities. One thing you learned was that your sister wasn’t liked here, probably another reason she hadn’t wanted to tell you who she was working with. You got to talking with Jinyoung and learned that he was a kindergarten teacher. You and Jinyoung talked through your planning period, at least that’s what he called it, and when you told him you had no clue what you were doing, he suggested putting on a movie, an English movie of course.
You stared at the list of names on your roster, Jinyoung laughing at your pathetic attempts to pronounce their names. He had to write out the pronunciation just so you could get it somewhat recognizable. As you called the students of your class up during the first period, you had them write an English name that you could call them by. It was just easier and the kids seemed to be relieved that you weren’t going to butcher their names, although you did feel kinda bad about not calling them by their names. You explained to them that you'd be spending this semester watching and dissecting movies before putting one on.
As time passed, this became your teaching method, watch a movie with the kids, and go over any questions about words that they had after the movie. You weren’t really sure if this was an effective way to teach English, but you didn’t have any better ideas. Jinyoung had become your only friend, as the rest of your school hated your sister, it just made sense. Especially because he knew about your little secret. It had become apparent that the two of you were attracted to each other. Both your students and he had started asking if the two of you were dating. You, of course, denied it, because he was just your friend. No matter how handsome he was. You shook thoughts of Jinyoung out of your head as you started to clean up the pizza party you had to help calm down the kids. You had never met kids who were as stressed out like these ones. Plus their exams were in a few days, and they needed a little break.
You let out a quiet curse word as a cough rang out from behind you.
“Any pizza left for me?” Jinyoung asked, his presence beside you sending you into the same thought process that you had been in before. You cleared your throat, reaching for a plate to hand to him.
“The leftovers are all yours,” you smiled, chuckling at his over-exaggerated hand heart that he sent your way.
“I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink tonight?” Jinyoung asked, a mouthful of pizza making his words hard to understand.
“What?” You laughed, “Chew your food first you monster.”
He just laughed with you, covering his mouth as he chewed, “Sorry, I was wondering if maybe you would want to get a drink with me tonight?”
“Ms. Y/L/N, you have to go with him!” One of your students whined, apparently he had forgotten his coat for recess. Jinyoung just grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.
“Stay out of it,” you warned, shooing the boy back to recess. Your focused honed in, ignoring a grinning Jinyoung and busying yourself with tidying the plates and napkins.
“You should listen to him,” Jinyoung sang, heat flaming your cheeks as you looked at him.
“I’ll get drinks with you, but only if you SWEAR not to tell your kindergarteners, deal?”
At this, Jinyoung just chuckled, “It’s a deal, I’ll pick you up outside of your room at promptly at 4:30.”
It was your turn to laugh, the banter that the two of you often shared making a warm fuzz to fill your tummy. The fuzz that was normally only achieved through alcohol. You ignored the periods after lunch, your thoughts filling with Jinyoung. To be fair, most of the conversations your students were having were about you and Jinyoung too. The word of the date spreading quickly through the 6th grade, and you were assuming through the rest of the school.
Your nerves didn’t pick up until your students were dismissed. Frankly, you couldn’t stand the thought of grading worksheets when you knew what was in store for you later. You needed some time to relieve some stress, and you had a feeling that Jinyoung would help provide that for you.
Jinyoung was at the door of your classroom right when he said he would be, and his over the top bow made you chuckle as you collected your things. You weren’t sure exactly where you were going, but you knew Jinyoung would take you somewhere nice. He did.
When you walked into the Korean Barbeque restaurant, the smell of cooking meat filled your nose, and the sound of it sizzling on the grill had your heart beating faster. You hadn’t realized how hungry you are until you sat down and heard your stomach grumble.
“You should really take care of that,” Jinyoung laughed, lazily perusing the menu.
“Well then, order me some food,” you smiled, taking your hair down from the bun it was in. When you look back at Jinyoung, his eyes were darker, and if you could’ve seen his crotch, you were certain there would be a noticeable bulge.
“Excited for the food?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“I’m thinking about dessert,” he smirked, his tongue wetting his lips.
This flirty banter continued all throughout dinner, your arousal growing by the time the both of you had finished your 3rd soju bottle.
Jinyoung’s cheeks were flushed red and you couldn’t help but smile at his drunken ramblings. When he paid for the dinner and stood up, he wobbled a little bit.
“Woah, there,” you laughed, watching his ears burn red as he steadied himself.
You walked together out of the door, his balance much better than it had been when he stood up.
“Listen, I’m not that drunk, just feeling a little fuzzy,” he said, his already red cheeks flushing even more.
“It’s ok Jinyoung, I’m feeling fuzzy too.”
You walked in silence for a moment, but you could feel Jinyoung’s eyes burning a hole into the side of your face. When you turned to look at him, he had a goofy grin on his face, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“I like making you laugh,” he whispered, grabbing your hand and interlocking it with his own. His hands were cold, but they warmed you up from the inside out. His thumb rubbing gently over your hand as you walked. He had your heart beating out of your chest, and by the time you made it to your front door, his body was pressed flush against you. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you both waddled into your apartment, Jinyoung refusing to let you go. When his face landed in the crook of your neck, your stomach flipped.
“Your hair smells good,” he sighed, his soft tone making you close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder. You stood like that for a while, peaceful silence almost causing you to fall asleep. When Jinyoung started tonguing at your neck, you couldn’t help but let out a low whine. His actions sped up, and when you were desperate enough, you pulled him along behind you to your bedroom. Your lips found his, softly pressing against each other. His hands roamed your shirt, squeezing your boobs he deepened the kiss. When you pulled away, you both threw your shirts off, his hand reaching around to undo your bra. That’s when you first noticed it.
One hand became two hands trying to remove the garment, and then with two hands came a pout. You held back a smile as you reached behind yourself and unclasped the bra in one go. His pout just deepened, and ears so red they could probably be seen from miles away.
“Jinyoung,” you whispered, placing a chaste kiss on his lips as you pushed him gently down on the bed, “are you a virgin?”
Jinyoung’s hands found your waist, and as he pulled you onto his lap, he buried his head into your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair as he gently shook his head no.
“I’m just inexperienced,” he whispered, his head refusing to come out from your chest. You continued to massage his head, a whine leaving his throat as you helped him relax. When he started to nuzzle into your boobs, you weren’t expecting him to lick your nipple, and then take it into his mouth to harden it. He repeated his actions on the other side, your breaths hitching every so often as he sucked and bit. When he finally looked up and met your eyes, you almost squealed at how cute he was. His nose and cheeks were flushed a deep red, and his eyes were watery.
“Oh, baby boy,” you whispered as his pout deepened a low whine leaving his lips at the nickname, “What’s wrong?”
“-m ard,” he mumbled, hiding into your chest again. You just cooed at him, running your hands through his hair again.
“But baby, I have barely even touched you,” you said, “Do you want me to help you?”
You just tsked when Jinyoung nodded into your chest, speaking a little louder than before, “Use your words, baby boy.”
Jinyoung looked up at you, his lip trembling at your harsh tone. You caressed his cheek to soothe him, and that's when he said, “will you- will you please touch me?”
That was it, you were done for. You normally considered yourself to be a more sub leaning switch, but boy was this subby little baby making you go crazy. You pressed your lips onto him, reaching your hand down and pressing on his bulge. Jinyoung almost didn’t let go of you as you climbed off of his lap, but one glance at him had him looking down and loosening his arms from around your waist.
When you undid the button of his pants and allowed you to pull them down his legs you praised him. His pretty cock bobbing at your words.
“Do you like being complimented baby boy?”
Jinyoung nodded again, letting out a whimper as you slapped the inside of his thigh, “Yes, I do mommy.”
If you thought you were a goner before, you didn’t know what to think now. It was clear Jinyoung was going deeper into subspace, and holy shit you didn’t know how much you liked being called mommy.
“You’re such a good little boy, Jinyoungie,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock, “and you have such a pretty cock.”
His whines at your teasing only intensified as you complimented him, “Look how big it is, baby,” you smirked, wrapping a hand around his cock and tugging once,” but you don’t even know what to do with a cock like this, do you baby?”
“N-, no mommy,” he hiccupped as you sank your mouth all the way down his length.
“It’s ok, love,” you smiled up at him, “Mommy will take care of you.”
His sniffles were just so cute, you couldn’t stand to tease him anymore. You slipped your skirt off, placing both of your hands on Jinyoung’s cheeks.
“Are you sure about this?” you asked, running your thumbs gently over his cheeks as he nodded, “Words, Jinyoung.”
“Yeah, god yeah, please,” he whined, gulping as you straddled him, sinking down until you had all of his length inside of you.
“You tell me if you wanna stop, ok baby?”
“Yes,” Jinyoung whined, letting out a broken moan as you began to ride him. His fingers gripped your hips, pretty moan after pretty moan leaving his mouth as you chased your high. You were worked up, he had worked you up. He was just so good, and once you set eyes on his cock you knew you wanted to feel him in you. Now, you could maneuver yourself so that he was hitting you in all of the right places. And your sweet little love was so so close, you could tell. His hips were almost running from you, sinking as far as he could into the bed to try to take some of the pleasure away. His moans gave him away as he clung to you.
“Mo-mommy, need to, need to come,” he whimpered, tears pricking his eyes at your silence. You kissed his nose and picked up your pace.
“You can come, little love,” you moaned, your heat clenching around him. He muttered a string of thank-yous, as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. You just kissed him, not wanting to hear his overstimulated moans as you kept riding him. But his mouth broke away, scrunched face as he moaned.
“M, mommy,” he whined, face still red and scrunched. You tried to calm him, slowing your hips to try to relieve some of the overstimulation, but that's when you felt it. His cock twitching in you again. You let out a groan and came with him. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you clenched around him. You relaxed around him, your hands finding his cheeks as you took a deep breath. You quickly looked up when you felt the wetness on his cheeks.
“What’s wrong love?”
“I was bad,” he sniffed, “Youngie came without permission.”
“You weren’t bad baby,” You smiled, pressing several kisses all over his face until he laughed, “you were the best boy.”
You let him pull you down across the bed, snuggling into your side and nuzzling into your neck. You fell asleep, and so did he soon after, both of you worn out.
You and Jinyoung spent the entire weekend together, laughing, making out and growing his experience. When you arrived at school on Monday, you were glowing. Your kids begged you to tell them if you went on that date, but you refused. At least until it was time for them to start their exam. In fact, you promised to tell them what happened (minus some details of course) if, and only if, they passed their exams.
This contains NSFW content. Do not engage in my works if you are underage. Read to your own discretion.
Author’s Note: This was requested through private messaging and the requester has chosen to remain anonymous. Also, I have never written this theme before so I struggled to fully grasp the idea behind it. I hope it turned out well regardless.
You never expected to find yourself in such an unusual situation such as this.
In the beginning, you were hesitant. After a series of failed dates and bad boyfriends, you were skeptical about him. You were afraid of being in a controlling relationship again, just wanting a sense of freedom in your life. But Jinyoung had only treated you like a queen since the moment you met him.
It was an accidental encounter, having bumped into him on the streets because you were paying too much attention to your phone. He had jokingly warned you of the dangers of texting while walking, especially on busy roads. His charm and soothing voice had lulled you into a sense of comfort and familiarity, so when he asked you to join him for lunch, you couldn’t reject him.
That was your spontaneous first date of many until eventually you both decided to make your relationship official. It felt old school, refreshing, making you happy that Jinyoung was such a down to earth kind of guy. You couldn’t even compare him to your previous boyfriends. He made you feel as if they never happened. A few weeks of dating had quickly turned into months, and over the course of time you began to discover more about Jinyoung that you’d never expect.
For example, his biggest kink.
“No, I’m not saying he’s weird for it,” you emphasized to your best friend, taking your seat next to her on your couch. “I’ve just never experienced something like this yet. It’s foreign to me and I’m not sure what to do.”
“Have you thought about, I don’t know, breaking up with him?” she asked snarkily.
You gave her a look that silently told her that you didn’t appreciate her tone. “I’m serious,” you snapped.
“So am I.” She set her cup down on the coffee table. “Look, there are kinks, and then there’s just…weird.” Y/N, take it from your best psychiatrist friend. He’s got issues.”
“Hardly!” you scoffed. “It’s not a bad thing that he’s different. I can’t believe you’d even say something like that.”
“Wanting to be treated like a child while they have sex is not normal, Y/N.”
You shook your head and stood up, folding your arms angrily. “That’s not what it is. You don’t even know him. And yet you’re judging him just based on what he likes in bed.”
“Yeah, I am, because you don’t need that.” She got to her feet and stood in front of you. “I’ll get out of your hair. Let me know when you dump him.”
As she leaves you seething, you stand your ground stubbornly. You wanted nothing more than to throw one of the nearby pillows at her before she could disappear out the doorway. “Bitch,” you mutter. Just as you turned to bring the cups back to the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks when you saw him leaning against the wall. “Jinyoung.”
The look on his face was nothing less of disheartened humiliation. “I know it’s not normal,” he told you. “I should have never pushed it onto you.”
You put the cups back on the table and walked over to him. You tried to comfort him by embracing him, but he was stiff in your arms. He was embarrassed, and now you regret telling your friend anything. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have invited her over.”
“She’s right,” Jinyoung mumbled, his chest tightening. “I’ll leave you alone.”
Before you could stop him, he brushed past you wistfully and left the apartment. You were at a loss of what to do. Should you go after him, or should you allow him the space he needed? You wanted to kick yourself in the shin, telling yourself that it was all your fault. The massive internal debate with yourself lasted longer than you realized, you having been lost in your thoughts for almost an hour. It was getting dark by the time you came to your senses.
You finally forced yourself to gather your things and head out the door, only one destination in mind. There were very few places you could think of where Jinyoung had gone, but you betted on the obvious location.
You knocked on the door with bated breath, unsure what to do once it opened. If it opened. You ran through everything you could possibly say to him in your head, hoping he’d listen to you and forgive you. You felt horrible, wishing you could turn back time and avoid the whole mess. Your eyes were burning with unshed tears of frustration by the time you head the click of the door’s locks shifting. To your disappointment and relief, it was Jinyoung’s roommate.
“Y/N,” he greeted you casually.
“Mark.” You hesitated, licking your lips nervously. He probably already knew there were problems between you and your boyfriend, his best friend. He was probably judging you, debating if it was safe to let you inside. “Is he here?” you asked.
Mark studied you briefly, an internal argument taking place in his mind that you couldn’t take part in. His eyes gave nothing away, making you more anxious. Finally he sighed and motioned for you to follow him inside.
“Ya, Jinyoung!” Mark strutted down the hallway to Jinyoung’s bedroom, leaving you to stray behind him. “Give me the spare key you have to Y/N’s apartment,” you heard him say.
“What? Why?” Jinyoung’s voice calmed you despite not being able to see him. The faint sound of metallic jingling came from the bedroom and you could just see something being dropped into Mark’s hand. “Why are you going there?”
Mark glanced over at you before turning his attention back to his friend. “Because I don’t want to be here when you two get freaky.”
Your cheeks flared up with heat as you looked away in embarrassment. Mark grabbed his jacket off the back of the living room couch before he passed you saying, “I’m sleeping on your couch tonight.”
“Sure,” you coughed. “Have at it.”
You waited until he closed the door behind him and took it upon yourself to lock it behind him. Then you found yourself frozen, unable to find the willingness to move forward. He had to have known you were here, but he refused to come to you. You began to recall the role you agreed to take in the relationship and took a deep breath, bracing yourself to take the lead.
So you forced yourself to go toward his bedroom, peeking in through the open door. He was sitting on his bed silently, avoiding your gaze. His crestfallen expression made him look small, and the desire to take care of him overwhelmed you. Walking through the threshold, you sat beside him on the mattress. He turned away from you, whether from disgust or embarrassment, you weren’t sure.
“Why won’t you look at me?” you asked. You watched him fidget in his spot, his fingers moving over each other in nervousness. “Look at me, baby boy.” You gently took his chin in your hand and guide him to face you.
Jinyoung’s wide eyes met yours, curious and anticipating what you would do next. This is what he wanted. He wanted you to take control, to prove that you had no qualms about his sexual preferences. He was your baby boy, after all.
“You shouldn’t ignore mommy,” you tutted.
He nodded hurriedly, chin still resting between your fingers. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
You lifted your hand to his hair, slipping your fingers through his soft strands over and over again. It soothed him, lulling Jinyoung’s eyes to flutter close as he leaned into your touch. He hummed softly, falling forward to lay his head on your shoulder. You continued to pet him, calming him to regain his trust as you let your free hand glide over his thigh through the fabric of his pants.
A boldness overcame you, pushing you into your dominant role fully. Pressing your lips softly to his forehead, you started scratching his scalp lightly while your other hand flitted closer to his pelvis. You felt him shiver against you, causing a small smirk to appear across your lips. “Do you want this?” you whispered.
He nodded into your shoulder, reaching for your hand on his leg. Your fingers gripped gently at the roots of his hair, and you pulled his head back so he was forced to look at you. “Use your words, baby boy,” you ordered lightly. “Do you want me to make things better?”
Jinyoung swallowed thickly, licking his dry lips as you gazed down at him. “Yes, mommy.”
“Don’t listen to what other people say, okay?” you said, referencing what happened earlier that day. “Only listen to me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good boy.” Your lips brushed his teasingly before you leaned away again. “Lay down, baby.”
Jinyoung was quick to respond, scooting back on his bed until he relaxed against the plush mattress, his head falling onto the pillow under him. His chest rose and fell steadily, watching you with anticipation and wonder as you crawled onto the bed. Swinging your legs over his, you straddled him, settling yourself on his upper thighs right below his pelvis. You could see the faint bulge in his pants as Jinyoung started feeling aroused, and it filled you with a sick sense of pride.
“Do you want to give yourself to me?” You laid across his, pressing long, gentle kisses along his throat. He moaned and closed his eyes tightly, clenching his fingers into the bed sheets as he resisted touching you. “Hmm? Do you want me to make you feel good?”
“Yes…” His voice trailed off at the sudden feeling of you stroking him through the thin fabric of his pants. You were teasing him, getting him riled up. He was yours to do with as you pleased.
Sitting back up, you swiftly discarded your shirt, revealing your bare torso save for the bra concealing your breasts. “Let’s take these off.” You grabbed at the hem of his pants, and he hurriedly helped you unbutton the clasp. Pulling both his pants and underwear off his legs, you freed him from his confinements. “Someone’s happy,” you joked, observing his hardening cock.
“I’m always happy when you’re around, mommy.” His cute words were accompanied with a shy smile as he sat up to take off his shirt. It made you grin, hearing the true meaning behind his words, and then you gently pushed him onto his back again.
Your hand wrapped around him firmly but not enough to hurt him. He flinched, his breath catching for a brief moment. Loosening your grip you lightly feathered your fingers up and down his shaft. Murmuring soft praises to him, you continued your ministrations until he was completely at attention. His stomach sunk in with each deep breath as he waited anxiously for you to further your task.
“Such a good and obedient little boy you are, Jinyoung,” you praised. You dipped down to kiss the head of his cock before licking two long stripes along the shaft. He shuddered, a small whine passing through his lips as he urged you to continue. “Absolutely perfect.”
Your fingers clasped around his cock again and you started stroking him languidly, relishing the way Jinyoung’s small sobs sounded. Precum seeped out from the tip of his cock, dripping down into your fingers and giving you extra lubrication. You sped up your pace, causing a desperate groan to rip from his throat. Then you suddenly stopped, and you thought he would burst into tears.
“Please, please,” he begged. “Please don’t stop, mommy.”
You cooed, moving up to hover over him. “Don’t worry, baby.” You reached down to your jeans and shuffled ungracefully to remove them. It momentarily broke the immersion as the both of you exchanged silly grins before you settled back on top of him. You fidgeted, searching for a comfortable position and reaching down to guide his tip to your entrance. Your cunt was coated with your arousal, making it more than easy to sink down onto him and take him in your walls.
Your jaw dropped at the slight stretch as you took him entirely in your cunt. You stilled, clenching around him to get used to the feeling again. Through hooded eyes you could see the way his hands clenched at his sides. “You can touch, baby. Show me how good you feel.”
Jinyoung immediately reached up to grab the soft globes of your ass, sighing in content. “Please move,” he pleaded. “I’m so close.”
“Only because you’re such a good boy,” you said.
You gradually moved your hips back and forth, feeling his cock reach deep inside you. You bit your bottom lip, gazing down at him with heated eyes. Your soft pants mingled with his moans, his strained voice getting higher the faster you moved. Jinyoung reached up with one hand and scrambled for the fabric of your bra. Circling your hips, you pulled the cups of your bra down to release your breasts. Your chest bounced the same way you bounced on his cock, the lewd sounds of your bodies moving against each other spurring you on towards your high. You knew he was close by the way he twitched inside you, and you knew just what would set him off the deep end.
You leaned forward, your boobs hanging over his face as you chased after your release. “Go ahead, baby.” With your permission, Jinyoung groped one of your breasts, pleasure overtaking him. He leaned up as best as he could as his lower body was pinned down by your erratic movement. His lips latched around your pert nipple, suckling greedily. “That’s it, baby. Go ahead and cum for me.”
With a sore feeling spreading through your thighs, you only needed to give a few more thrusts of your hips for him to finally let go, his seed shooting deep into your womb. The feeling of his hot release filling you to the brim was the last push you needed. You slowed your pace, helping him ride out his orgasm as your pussy gushed with a mixture of your fluids and his. The sticky feeling between your legs only heightened the euphoria paired with the intimate sensation of his teeth grazing your nipples.
With mingling breaths you shared deep, tired gazes. You ran your fingers through his hair again, calming him from the slight shocks that jolted through his body from post orgasmic bliss. Deciding that the two of you were spent, you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, leaving you as nude as he was. You crawled off of him to lay on the bed beside him, reaching over to pull him close to you. His head lay on your chest, his breaths cool against your heated skin.
His breathing had finally calmed as he fought sleep. The soothing sensation of your feather light touch gliding over his back and through his hair was comforting to him.
“You did so well,” you cooed. “Thank you for listening, baby boy.”
(nonfamous! got7, also very much based off of pitch perfect)
requested, and will be split into three parts
warnings: unedited, mentions of public exposure, language, sub jinyoung, inexperienced jinyoung, just the usual sex stuff, idk i think thats it
word count: 2.7k
previous
You and Jinyoung had ditched your groups after the announcement had been made. Got7 and The Silhouettes were moving onto the finals of the competition, with a disgruntled WayV and angry Ten being eliminated. None of that was on your mind now as Jinyoung led you through the streets of LA, the two of you practically running to this “fancy” restaurant.
You would have believed that he was taking you somewhere nice if you hadn’t stopped in front of a 7/11.
“Jinyoung,” you groaned, “please tell me we aren’t eating at 7/11!”
“We aren’t eating at 7/11,” Jinyoung smiled, pulling the doors to the convenience store open and grabbing your wrist, giving you no choice but to follow him into the store, “We are feasting at 7/11!”
“But why?” you asked, groaning as he pulled you down the candy aisle.
“Because there is nothing better than a personal 7/11 party. Now pick out whatever you want, it’s my treat.”
You gave up fighting with him, walking down the aisles and grabbing a few of your favorite snacks. Then you headed over to the hotdogs, grabbing one for yourself and adding condiments to it. You met Jinyoung at the counter, sheepishly putting your haul on the counter beside him.
“What?” You asked defensively as he looked pointedly at you, “You can’t come to America and not experience what it's like to eat a twinkie!”
Jinyong just laughed at you then, the two of you sitting on the curb right outside, opening your snacks and digging in.
“Are you nervous about the next round of the competition?” Jinyoung asked, mouth half full of Doritos, cheese dust covering his fingers as he looked at you.
“I guess,” you sighed, taking a sip of your water before continuing, “I just don't want another incident like last time to happen again. Plus I really wanna win.”
Jinyoung licked one of his fingers, groaning at the taste of the cheese flavoring, “If you don't want anything to happen again, you should stop wearing clothes like that,” he chuckled pointing to the cropped v-neck hoodie you were wearing. It had been pulled down slightly, exposing your cleavage more than usual.
“Stop staring at my boobs, Jinyoung,” you laughed, fixing your shirt and pushing him lightly.
You spent a few hours sitting there, and before you knew it the sky had grown dark. Jinyoung waked you back to the hotel room, insisting to escort you all the way to your room. When he left, the girls you were rooming with demanded details, screaming about the handsome man who had just dropped you off.
It was like that for the next week, you sneaking away as much as you could to spend time with Jinyoung, oftentimes at 7/11, until one of you had to practice. Both of you practiced hard, and you could tell that Jinyoung was starting to become more stressed about the competition. You were too. The time you spent with him at 7/11 felt like a whole different world, the worries and pressure the two of you felt melting away the more time you spent with him. But now there was no more time, it was the day of the final competition and Jinyoung would be heading back to Korea tomorrow morning.
You were getting ready in your dressing room, pulling your hair up to match the rest of the groups when a knock rang out at the door. One of the girls opened it, your attention only flickering to the person at the door after your groupmates started oohing. Jinyoung stood, not coming into the room, but eyes searching for yours in the doorway. His hands tightly wrapped around two slushies. You couldn’t help but grin, hurrying over to him and pushing him away from the curious eyes of your groupmates.
“Couldn’t stay away?” You laughed, grabbing your favorite flavor from him.
“I mean, this is just gonna be the last time we are able to share a slushie,” he smiled sadly, “I’m gonna miss you.”
“Ahh,” you hit him gently on the chest, “don’t go soft on me now, Jinyoung. That’s not like you.”
He just stuck out his tongue at you, handing you a straw, “Do you have time to sit and drink it with me?”
“I really don’t,” you sighed, “I have to finish my make up and then we have to do warmups. We perform before you.”
“Mm, that's right,” he nodded, a sad look crossing his eyes once again, “Well, enjoy the slushie.”
“Wait- Jinyoung,” you stopped him, switching your favorite flavors for his, “that way we will be thinking of each other as we drink them.”
“I’ll always be thinking of you,” he mumbled, but you had already gone back into your dressing room, unable to hear him.
You got ready quickly, the slushie tasted good and brought a smile to your lips every time you drank it. Before you knew it, you were walking on stage with your group, lights blaring at your forms as you waited for the audience to stop clapping.
Your leader gave everyone their pitch, and the song began. The choreo this time was the most difficult it had been yet, a factor that you thought would help out your scores. Got7 had complex dances, so you needed to up yours in order to beat them.
The song was almost done, your group performing the best they ever had, and when you finished, your chest heaved. It was over, all of this was over and there was nothing you could do about the results now.
Got7 was next and when you made your way offstage Jinyoung and the rest of the boys shouted good jobs as your group replied with good lucks. You didn’t get a chance to watch their performance because you had to get ready for the results, your nerves growing as you sat in the audience. There were still 8 groups left in the competition, and they would be calling the top four groups to the stage.
You waited anxiously as the MC walked across the stage, past the trophies, and to the podium. He began his beginning speech, but your ears were ringing, anxiety skyrocketing as you awaited the groups to be called.
You smiled and cheered for the two groups who were called, jumping out of your seat as your group was called. As you were making your way to the stage, Got7 was also called, a smile growing on your face as you stood next to the other teams.
If you thought you were nervous before, you were 10x more nervous as you awaited the MC to announce what place you had gotten, hoping and praying your group had pulled off a win.
The first two groups got 3rd and 4th place, and you held your breath as the mc pulled the results from a sealed envelope.
“And second place goes to,” The MC paused, your heart beating so loudly in your chest that you swore you wouldn’t be able to hear him announce the results, “GOT7!”
You felt the girls around you start screaming, incredulous looks thrown around the girls you considered your closest friends. You had won. The Silhouettes had won, you had beat Got7.
You gripped your first place trophy, all of your members holding it above your heads as you chanted. The adrenaline of winning causing smiles, laughter, and tears to spread through the group of girls.
You had missed Jinyoung, by the time your group stopped celebrating Got7 had already returned to the hotel. Although that caused a twinge of sadness, you were too ecstatic about winning to let it get you down. Your group decided to spend time at the hotel spa in celebration of the hard work you had put in the last couple of months to get here. To be the number one acapella group in the world.
You had spent most of your time in the sauna, your groupmates long gone from the spa as you just sat and relaxed. The peace and quiet helping calm all of the wide range of emotions you were feeling.
You opened your eyes as the door to the sauna opened. A broad-shouldered man had entered, his back to you as he closed the door firmly. When he turned, he gasped. You just smiled, Jinyoung staring at you, glancing down to the towel wrapped around your body and then back up to your eyes.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” he stuttered, his grip on his towel so tight you could see the whitening of his knuckles.
“It’s a public sauna, Jinyoung,” you laughed, patting the space beside you, “I’m allowed to be in here and so are you.”
He nodded at this, loosening his grip as he walked towards you. The noise of his towel hitting the ground drew your eyes down, and then once you realized where you were looking, back up again with a cough.
“Well at least now we are even,” you said quietly, averting your eyes as he scrambled to wrap his towel around himself again. When he sat down, his face and ears were flushed so red there was no way it could be from the steam.
“What happened to confident, cocky Jinyoung, hm?” You asked, chuckling as you tried to lighten the mood. Your own thoughts drifting to dirtier places.
“I- uh,” he paused, covering his face with his hands, “A girl’s never- uh, I haven’t done anything like this,” he stuttered, his ears reddening.
You grabbed a wrist, pulling his hand down so you could see his face clearly, “Jinyoung,” you paused, glancing down at the tent that had formed in the towel that sat loosely around his waist, “Are you a virgin?”
He let his other hand drop, still not making eye contact with you as he nodded his head. You took a deep breath, your dirty thoughts coming back in full form as you slid your hand across his thigh and grabbed his length.
“No one has ever done this?” You asked, batting your eyelashes innocently as you pumped him once. His eyes shooting to your hand and then up to your eyes. He shook his head, his hands shooting up to cover his face.
“Oh no, baby,” you tsked at him dropping your hand from his length, a whine leaving his throat at the lack of contact, “Don’t hide your pretty face, love.”
He dropped his hands then, lightly dragging your hand back to his cock with one finger. Your heart fluttered, he was so cute. You opened the towel, your hand wrapping around his bare cock now, a hiss leaving his pretty lips as you pumped once. You pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Is this ok with you?” you asked, “Wanna keep going?”
“Y-yes please,” he stuttered, squeezing his eyes shut when your lips wrapped around his length. You went slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him with pleasure. Knowing he’s never been touched, you had a fire in the pit of your belly. You were going to make him feel good, but you had to make sure he didn’t come too soon.
You twirled your tongue around the head of his cock, holding his other hand in your own as he started to whine. You could tell he was getting close, his hips bucking up slightly as you sucked him. Tears filled his eyes as you pulled your mouth off of him.
“Shh baby, it’s okay,” you whispered, kissing his cheeks and then his lips, “Take care of me first and then I promise you can come.”
Jinyoung nodded at you then, pouting his lips and demanding another kiss before he slid your towel off and you sat down. He pressed a tentative kiss to your nipple, and at your instruction, took it into his mouth and sucked. Jinyoung’s eyes flew to yours as you let out a low moan, his mouth doing the same thing it had just done on your other nipple. You smiled at him, his inexperienced mouth ready to explore and learn, something that made your heat pulse and your thighs sticky with something other than sweat.
“Jinyoung,” you moaned, pushing his head from your boobs down to your heat. He sat back a moment, staring intently at your core before pressing a soft kiss to your clit. When he sucked it, you jolted, pleasure filling you up as he started to lick and suck and explore. It was messy, and not at all perfect, but it didn’t matter. When he slid his finger inside you, you bucked your hips, Jinyoung looking up at you with confused eyes before quickly removing his finger.
“No- baby, it felt good,” you said, breath heaving, almost as if to test if you were lying, he inserted his finger again, a low moan erupting from your throat as he pumped it in and out of you. His long fingers hitting all of the right places.
“Good boy,” you moaned, getting too into the way Jinyoung was listening to everything you said. When he stopped, you opened your eyes and looked at him.
“M good?” he asked, eyes watery and nose running.
“Yes of course, baby, you are doing such a good job,” you praised pulling him up to your face and cupping his cheeks with your hands. He pressed a kiss to your lips, one that you returned happily.
“Wanna do more,” he whispered, burying his head into your shoulder in an attempt to hide.
“We can do more baby, don’t be shy,” you smiled, guiding him to a sitting position on the sauna bench. You pressed a gentle kiss to his nose before taking his hardness in your hand and guiding it into your heat. You took a moment to let him adjust, and for you too as well. Jinyoung was a lot bigger than anyone else you had ever slept with.
“Ready for me to start moving?” You asked, searching his face for any last reservations, seeing none and getting a little yes, you raised your hips, slamming them back to meet his own. Jinyoung absolutely lost it then, hands grabbing at your waist and ass as he whined, moaned and groaned. You kept a consistent speed, feeling his length hit places that hadn’t been hit in a long time. You moaned with him, pressing a hasty kiss to his lips as he dug his nails into your back.
You felt a tightening coil building up in your core at the sensation. Jinyoung’s moans getting more and more desperate as his mouth started sucking on your breasts again. You felt him twitch inside you, a slight bite on your nipple causing your high to come closer. You slid your hand down your torso, finding your clit and rubbing it as you continued to ride him. Jinyoung, overstimulated and whiny as he tried to get you to stop, so you did. Your core tightening and cumming around his sensitive, softening length.
He pouted, tears threatening to spill and his nose sniffling as you spasmed around him.
You pressed a soothing kiss on his temple, gently pulling yourself off of him and sitting on his lap. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he begged for more kisses.
“M gonna miss you,” he whispered, his hand pulling your head onto his broad chest.
“I’m gonna miss you too,” you whispered back, your own hand finding grip in his hair and massaging his scalp soothingly.
“Sorry for beating you,” you added, a light chuckle leaving Jinyoung’s mouth.
“We all know it's because the judges saw your boobs.”
You both laughed at that, you landing a gentle slap onto his toned chest in protest. You sat like that for a while, kissing softly and talking to each other. Your heart sunk as Jinyoung bid you goodbye at your hotel room door. Leaving a passionate kiss on your lips.
“I’ll see you at the next World’s,” you said, playing with his hand that was interlocked with your own.
“Mhm,” Jinyoung agreed easily, kissing your forehead and finally letting you go, “but just know you are getting that pretty little ass kicked.”
You smiled at that, “I guess we will have to wait and see, hm?”
