Synopsis 𖦹.ᐟ : your co worker sending you an invitation to her bacho party, not planning to go but having the worst week of your life so you decide to go.
Warning : mdni, unprotected sex, handjob, bigdick!jeno , sub!jeno , lots of begging, degradation, minor character death, hybrids and humans are not on the same page.
Wc : 2.2k
A/n : everyone getting fooled by da muscles but I know ball
You were looking down at the menu the cashier waiting with a bored expression and you decide to pick a cold drink due to the hot weather outside, waiting on the side until your name is called for you to pick your drink as you turn around to leave someone pumps into you making your drink fall from your hands to the floor
“Shit I'm so sorry miss, I'll get you another one” he says nervously you look at him , he was handsome, unfortunately, his features sharp but he had dog like features that made him less intimidating, he signals for the janitor to come clean up the mess and go to the cashier and buys you another drink.
“I'm so sorry again” he says and hands you the drink
“It's okay I guess” you say and leave, already late for work, stupid people always ruining your damn day, you scoff and shake your head and you notice a stain on your clothes which makes you frown even further and roll your eyes.
You walk into the office and sit at your desk, your coworker already eating your ears up with the new office gossip and you just hum and nod while working. Then starts talking about her wedding preparations , her bachelorette party and then talks about her shitty in-laws and how much they complain, by the way she complains as well they seem very compatible.
At your coffee break she goes on gossiping except more of your coworkers joining in, eating your ears off as you drink your coffee, they share similar encounters with their in laws to comfort her, ensuring that she's gonna get married whether they like it or not, until one of your other coworkers walks in
“Did you guys hear about the hybrid killing that man” she says while looking down at her phone, now you're interested, hybrids and humans have never been compatible, they've always been enemies, from how hybrids attack humans out of nowhere, to humans using hybrids for unpaid labour, until they finally agreed to just live separately, different areas, there has been occasions where a human and a hybrid fall in love not really sure how did that work but It never ended well, hybrids despite looking like humans with animal ears and a tail maybe even teeth, are very different in nature, you can't lie and say they don't have human behaviour at some time but you can't really deny the fact that they are also very animalistic, studying about them in college to get the get the passing grade, it made you realize that even if two animals look a bit like they can be very different from each other and now this, no one is sure how did that hybrid didn't come here, how did it get past the city's security and check up? The body belonged to a man in his 40s who is a police officer– based on his ID, married with 2 kids which makes it worse, these hybrids have little to no sympathy. Your coworkers shift their conversation from crazy in-laws to how monstrous hybrids are , some defending them calling out how we mistreated them as well, maybe the man hurt him
“You studied hybrids in college, right y/n? Hybrids only attack when they feel danger right?” There is truth to it , but hybrids still are humans as well, humans would kill someone for anything or nothing, but you just nod, not really wanting to argue over some ‘nonsense’ as you'd call it.
The invitation reaches you, a bachelorette party, at a strip club?? You raise an eyebrow at the location, not planning on going anyways, clubs weren't your cup of tea, definitely including strip clubs, the date being a week away.
You don't know if was faith or just bad luck but it was the worst week of your life, your boss making your work load unbearable, your car getting broken down in the middle of the road while going back home or your mother getting ill suddenly, and now you do want a drink so badly matter of fact you'll just go to the damn party.
Thankfully one of your coworkers lived close enough to drive you there with her, you wore a smile black dress that was barely covering your thighs, but covered enough, and high heels that you knew you would regret wearing later, but you only live once so you shrug it off.
Finally after an hour and half of driving around, you arrive to the club, stepping in with your coworker and you're faced with your other coworkers and the soon to be bride and some other women you couldn't recognise, probably her family and friends out of work, she greets you and your coworker
“You guys will like it, trust me” she says before calling over the waiter, the waiter gets closer and you notice the fluffy tail and his ears and raise an eyebrow, a hybrid..? You look at your friend and she has the same confused expression
“What would you ladies like to drink?” The man in front of you asks
“get me the strongest thing you got here” you say quickly
“Are you sure? I wouldn't wanna miss the show if I was you” he says trying to sound tempting
“Get me two then.” You say and turn around to the soon to be bride
“Did you seriously pick a hybrid strip club?” You try to lower your voice as possible
“What? It was tempting and it's kinda cheap to be honest” she shrugs and you shake your head and you're met with the same waiter placing the two glasses on the table in front of you and you give him a smile thanks.
It's when the strippers start coming out, men built like Greek gods, with a face of a model, except they have animal ears? And tails? They are attractive, you'll give them that, that's until you see a semi familiar face when you're a hundred percent sure you've never met a hybrid until you walked into this club, is he a human lying about his identity to become..a stripper? Or is it a hybrid lying about being human for god knows what? Then you remember the murder case that happened a week ago, you're pulled out of your thoughts when that very same stripper walks up to you, you look up at him and he looks at you expectantly.
“Well?” You ask and raise an eyebrow, you notice a collar wrapped around his neck, with ‘jeno’ written on it
“I can tell you don't like hybrids” he says, teasing, about to open your mouth to reply, your friend cutting you off, by encouraging you to get up with him , you roll your eyes before getting up– the man in front leading the way, can you even sleep with strippers? Where is he even taking you, he opens a door to a room, looks basic enough, with a bed in the middle of it, only thing that makes it seem a bit odd was the red light
“So, what is this exactly?” You ask, he doesn't answer you, he just presses a button that was on the wall and shelves of different kinds of toys appear, he kneels in front of you and looks up at you
“Am I gonna pay for the service “ you ask mockingly
“Yes” he says, sounding professional
“Is your name really Jeno?” You ask
“Yes ma'am”
“And what kind of hybrid are you?”
“I'm a dog hybrid” of course he is, you look at his ears and pat him on the head and touch his ears which makes him whimper softly
“You're fluffy” you hum stroking his ears, he squirms under your touch, you go sit in the bed ,expecting him to follow behind
He crawls to the bed and sits on the mattress next to you
You turn to look at the shelf filled with toys, your eyes laying on a leash , he follows your gaze looking at the leash and raises an eyebrow, you stand up and go grab the leather leash and walk back to him attaching it to his collar, you see his ears flinch a bit at it, which makes you chuckle
“What's so funny?” He asks
“You are, I mean your ears just flinched at it” you say
“Do you like it? , being treated like a dog?” You ask
“Well I am already a dog” he shrugs and points to his ears and tail which makes you roll your eyes
“Lay down for me” you say, it sounds more like a command than a request– which makes him submit.
The thing is– jeno has never been dominated, all the humans that come to this club expect him to take control, to give then an ‘animalistic fuck’ , reducing him to just an animal which he dislikes , because he is also a human, but that's what he's expected to do, he's getting paid to do so, to give them what they want, this being the first time he might get dominated– does excite him, but it does scare him, he had to be professional, he has to remind himself you're a human not a hybrid, that you're probably just here because your friend told you to.
You push him onto the bed, making him fully lay down, you walk to that shelf again and pull fuzzy pink handcuffs, cuffing both his wrists to the headboard, you can't trust a hybrid after all, you finally pull his pants and boxers, his length springs free, his cock was veiny, long and thick with a pink leaking tip , you wrap your hand around his shaft while your other hand pulls onto the leash, your hand going up and down shaft while his tip leaks pre cum
“Poor baby already so close, how pathetic” you mock , which makes his cock flinch in arousal
“Aw that turns you on? Being called a pathetic dumb puppy turns you on?” You say and look at his flushed face, sweaty, hair getting messed up, his eyes closed so you pull on the leash making him wince
“It's disrespectful to not look at your owner , you know that right, baby?” You raise an eyebrow and he groans before opening his eyes looking at you while your hand strokes his shaft
“Can I come ma'am?” He stutters and you ignore his question , the need of release so close , you can see the way he's drooling and tearing up– God he's so pathetic and beautiful , you speed up your pace which makes him spill a series of moans and whines , weakly begging for release while tears stream down his face which turn you on even more.
“You can come” you whisper and you can see his eyes lighten up at your words, his come spurting out of dick, filling your hand and messing the sheets up
“Say ahh” you order and he opens his mouth and you push your fingers in letting his tongue clean up his come off your fingers
“Good boy” you hum and pull your fingers out
You climb onto him? Your core pressing his semi hard cock, you uncuff his wrists and his hands fly to hold onto your hips
“Can I please- fuck can I please fuck you?” he asks desperately, his voice breathy and whiney
“Aw you wanna fuck me? Like the dumb puppy you are?” You pout and leans down to kiss him, he kisses you back his tongue invading your mouth savouring the moment as much as possible, you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, take your panties off, your cunt directly onto his cock now, and he can feel how wet you are, he looks at you with big puppy like eyes seeking permission and you nod , and he slips inside you, your wetness making it easy for him to fully be inside you despite his large size, his groans as he feels your warmth around him, you feel the pleasure surges all over your body making you moan slightly, the sound going straight to his dick, you bounce on top of him and he can't help but moan and whine, he was already feeling close, his face flushed and light pink from the heat and his moans get more frequent, louder even.
“You poor little thing, wanna come again already?” You hum and he nods his eyes glossy and dark with lust
“You gotta make me come first baby” as you say this , he grips your hips tightly and buckle his hips, desperate to make you come, and it was working you gasp at the feeling of him buckling his hips just to make you come, you feel the wave of pleasure wash over you as your orgasm hits, your head is topped back your eyes rolling as you come, after you calm down from your high you look down at jeno and he was looking at you desperately waiting for permission which you give him nodding to him and he thrusts into you for few more times before filling you with his seed , his hands rest on your hips as he empties himself inside you before he passes out.
“Yo dude wake up” mark, the bartender wakes him up and he opens his eyes just a little
“What is happening “ he groans and buries his face in the pillow
“The chick that was with you left hell cash” mark Says and jeno turn yo face mark who points at the nightshade that had cash on and raise an eyebrow
“She must have really liked you dude” Mark laughs and shakes his head.
warnings: teasing, sexual implications, erections, hitting/slapping, candle wax..., kissing, making out, bein down bad, finger sucking, humping, lingerie, arguing, bondage, video nudes sent, foodplay, skinny dipping, orgasms
authors note: ts took so long im crine. there’s not enough sub nct. but dw i’m here gang 🙏 ty for reading!! (#^.^#)
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JOHNNY and you are up late in his living room, drinking sum as you both needed some sort of break. you tell him about your day but when you peer over his head is leaned back against the back of the couch, eyes shut, but his lips mouth something. you clear your throat and he sits up, laughing. "the hell's wrong with you" you say, nudging his shoulder. he bits his tongue and leans his head back again. "look at me" you say. he doesn't move at first, but then he raises his head, looking at you. your fingers trace the line of his jaw, and he leans into your palm. his eyes flutter closed, his lips parting as he lets out a shaky exhale that you feel on your wrist. "i think you've had enough" you say, taking the bottle in his hand and placing it on the table next to you. he whines and now rests the side of his head behind him. there's something in his gaze--want. you slide your hand to the back of his neck, feeling his pulse beneath your fingertips, and his breath catches. he's so responsive, every touch drawing out these small, involuntary reactions. your other hand finds his chest, feeling his heart beat. he doesn't move, doesn't reach for you. he just waits with a slight tremble. your thumb brushes his lower lip and he makes a sound, soft and needy. his hands finally come to rest at your hips gently. he pulls you in a little. "please" he says longingly. you lift the hem of shirt up, revealing his toned body that makes your gaze linger for a while. you notice the way his breath hitches. how could he be this turned on from you just looking at him? he swears his heart is gonna explode.
TAEYONG and you are relaxing in bed. the energy is domestic and sedative, just like how it always is. recently, you've both been explorers if you get what i'm putting down here. finding ways to turn each other one in new ways. tonight however, taeyong swears he's got it in the bag. hes been licking at a lollipop slowly throughout your conversation. but, you cant help but think 'who eats a lollipop before bed?'. its cute, but you cant say your turned on. so you do the easiest trick in the book and take it from him, putting it in your mouth instead. his hand holds an imaginary lollipop as he freezes, mouth agape. "wh-" is all he stutters and you stick your tongue out a bit to lick the tip of it. however you think you can take it further and forget the lollipop all together. you throw it on the floor and quickly shift to straddle him. he breathes quicker. you hold his jaw, forcing it open as you lean down. he cant decide on either shutting his eyes in bliss, or opening them to see this vulgar scene. you spit into his mouth, the saliva mango flavored and he gives in, shutting his eyes. he savors the taste like a freak and even groans a little. you lick at his bottom lip and he just has to kiss you desperately now. he yearns for that flavor, he wants more, kissing just isn't enough. so he leans back into the mattress a little and you laugh when he's already got his mouth wide open. you gather more and spit it into his mouth again. he hums in satisfaction, hands moving to your lower back. he opens his mouth again and pats you, signaling for you to spit again. "tae, that's enough, no?" you ask, lowkey in need of some water. "your right," he says as he flips your positions, kissing down your body until- "i bet you taste better here...".
YUTA and you are coming back from a date. he took you out to a nice restaurant but upon leaving, he started acting strange. more quiet, out of it, and he kept saying "sorry what?" to whatever you said when in the car. you arrive at his place and you finally ask, "are you good?". he opens his mouth to speak but hesitates, only being able to look at you. “i wanted to ask you something…but i’m just nervous” he begins. yuta? nervous? you hear him out. “i know your expecting that i like, you know, you tonight but,” he says, fidgeting with his hands. you didn’t expect him to give you anything tonight, but you wanna know there this boutta go. he sighs as he takes his sweater off, his white button up fitting just right on him. he takes your hands and puts them on his chest. he sighs again, this time like he feels relieved. and when you snake your hands around to his shoulders, down his sides, to his hips, he practically melts into you. his legs feel like jelly and he falls to his knees. your hands move to his hair, tussling it. he looks up to you with those big eyes and you just can’t look away. he opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but when you tug his hair, he lets out a moan instead. he shuts his eyes, embarrassed. you crouch down to meet him eye level. you lean in to kiss him, but he turns his head away. you tilt your head, holding his jaw but he shakes his head. you get it now. so your hands move to his lap, moving closer to his inner thighs untillll. he whines. your touch just barely touches his bulge. he moans pathetically when you do it again. you watch as the bulge twitches from beneath his pants. you keep doing this absurd and depriving movement with one hand as the other caresses his lower back. you hover your lips just over his, careful not to kiss him. yuta pants, whines, moans as the minutes go by. you look down now, he follows your gaze, and the vulgar sight of you gasping when you see his cum has seeped through his pants just makes him reach his peak.
KUN is in a sticky situation. he made you get mad earlier because he tried arguing with you. why would he try that? no idea. but after you’ve been gone all day, trying to find literally anything to do instead of coming back to your shared apartment, he’s felt extra terrible, and lonely. he lays on the couch, mindlessly trying to come up with ideas on how to say sorry. does he say sorry in an over the top way? he’s just so overwhelmed! he just wants you. for you to forgive him and kiss him and let him hold you tight. but he doesn’t know if you’d do it! suddenly the door unlocks and you’re home. you greet him with a quick “hey” and he instantly comes to hug you, not even caring if you were to push and slap him for having the audacity to. in fact, he wants you to do just that. he bends down a little, staring at the floor. “do it, cmon, hit me, please” he lets out and you let out a single laugh, thinking he’s completely lost his damn mind. “i’m gone for a day and you’re suddenly masochist” you say, grabbing some fruit to eat. he shakes his head, still staring at the floor in shame. “yes, i don’t care, i mean it. slap me. i deserve it. i want to take it” he says rather impatiently. “kun…” he fixes his gaze on your hand and as you lift it, he shuts his eyes, bracing himself. you then bring your hand to his cheek, slapping him, just not hard. “fuck! again. please please!” he pleads. you’ve never seen him like this before. he’s always joyous and beamful. “please…need it…” he says more quietly. his cheek are red and hot, eyes teary, and eyebrows scrunched together. how can you not listen to his cute pathetic face? you just wonder to yourself how many times you’ll be slapping him tonight.
DOYOUNG and you lie down by the fireplace. on your stomachs surrounded by tussled blankets and pillows, putting together a big puzzle. easy listening music plays in the background whilst you two chatter about your days lately. doyoung fetches a candle while he talks absentmindedly about drama between his friends. you can tell he’s a little tense about it by the way he tries to shove two puzzle pieces that don’t go together harshly. “okay, okay. let’s just—“ you say, putting a hand on his to calm him down. you sit up straight, proposing if he wanted to do something to relax him. he stares at you, then stares at the ground to think about it. you tilt your head. “yeah” he says quietly. you usher him to move towards you. he nestles into your lap. he mutters into your chest incoherently but you still reassure him with “it’s okay” and “don’t worry”. and when he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are glossy, tears rolling down his cheeks. “is this really worth crying this much over?” you ask, “you’re pretty when you cry but…”, you tilt your head. doyoung furrows his brows adorably and smiles a little. “the puzzle” you say looking over to the forgotten pieces scattered all over the floor. “oh” doyoung says. “it’s okay” you say with a shrug. “n-no really, i’m sorry, i’m just too overwhelmed…” and he glances at you with that last word. he looks down before slowly reaching for the candle, wax now melted. he sits on his knees and hands you the candle. he turns around, back faced to you. he lifts his shirt off him while bending over so his forehead is laid against the warm floor. you hear him take a deep breath when you maneuver to kneel, your hand with the candle hovering over his back. with your free hand, you feel his smooth soft back before pouring a couple drips of the candle wax along his spine. his back arches as the hot candle wax stings his skin. the idea of something so warm and delicious smelling causing him such pain pleases him. and he forgets about all the drama that’s been happening lately, now solely focused on the hot wax and you. you who feeds into his pleasure, pouring more and more. the wax isn’t even fully dried when you turn his head to kiss him heatedly.
TEN and you feel sleep take over, as you both drift into slumber from a hectic and tiresome day. but you're awaken from a sudden hot flash. you peel the cover off you, the air in the room barely helping you ventilate. so you strip off your shirt and pants of course. you look over next to you, ten sleeping with the cover wrapped around him. any minute now he'll wake up you think to yourself. so you take the opportunity to study his face, the way he sleeps, his breathing. you get impatient and just wake him up. he doesn't budge though, so you just the cover off him yourself, and start undressing him. you now feel bad about waking him up so you move a little slower. the thing is, he wakes up, and groans when he feels heat suffocating him too. he hums as you tell him you were feeling hot too. he stretches his arms out and just lets you strip him. but he holds your hand to his chest and moves it up and down his abs. "you okay?" you ask him and his eyes are still closed but he responds with a soft yeah. he opens his eyes slowly and kisses at your hand, you smile. he's so cute and sweet, so you place a soft kiss at his cheek. but he wants more. "so hot already..." you tell him when he begins kissing you on your lips now. but he doesn't care. his body leans and arches up into yours. you feel and soothe his sides, making him moan softly in the kiss. you pull back and look down, teasing at the waistband of his briefs. "take it off, please" he says desperately and you begin pulling them down, "might as well". you touch at the tip of his dick, making him arch and moan. holding his waist, the warm skin under shivers somehow, "so hot..." he says. and you don't know if he's talkin bout you or the temperature.
JAEHYUN has been acting bad all week. meaning he's been messing with you, not listening to you, and its really taking a toll on you. its a friday night, and he was trying to get out of doing the dishes so he can get in bed with you earlier. you push him and tell him to quit it. he laughs, "aw c'mon, ill do it in the morning!" he nags. you shake your head no countless times, but he still doesn't listen. he groans and starts walking towards the bedroom with you and as much as you'd like to, you cant let him win. so you slap his arm, but he just laughs. "seriously, jaehyun, just fucking do it" you say more serious now and he just stands there, probably trying to come up with an excuse with that stupid smirk on his face. "well-" he begins but you cut him off so quick, "ill literally edge you later tonight and not let you finish if you don't do this shit". his expression turns serious, smirk falling real fast. a part of him likes the idea of edging, but the fact he wont finish is what makes him do a walk of shame to the kitchen sink. and when he finishes a couple minutes later, he meets you back in the bedroom. "listen" you begin and hes immediately sat on the edge of the bed. you kick him a little as he moves to the floor, kneeling. "you've been acting mad annoying this week, and this shit tonight really did it". and you just rant on and on. "y'know jaehyunnie, maybe just maybe, if you did the dishes the first time i asked you, i would've rode your shit til you passed out..." and he frowns, now feeling the consequences of his actions. he reaches for your knee, holding it while he groans softly. his glossy eyes plead for you to forgive him, but you cant be tempted, so you frustratedly kick his inner thigh, too close to his groin. he moans, eyes shutting for a little. and when they open, he scoots closer, and bites his bottom lip, like he's asking for more. it's hits you know that he's getting turned on by this...so you keep it going, kicking his thighs. and soon you've got him on the bed now, begging for you to forgive him in between loud moans and sharp breaths as you hit and hurt at his now bare body more.
WINWIN has had a terrible day. he's in bed nestled on your chest sobbing about his day and all the unlucky things that've been occurring to him. you stroke his hair in attempt to comfort him. you just listen for now. he's never been this emotional in a while, but you guess it all caught up to him now--bottling emotions. he stops ranting and just sniffles now. "i'm sorry that happened to you muffin" you coo as he hums in satisfaction when you soothe the back of his neck. "maybe i'll get super lucky now..." he says softly, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. you think for a second. "well, maybe you can wish for something" you propose and he sits up a little. "mm well..." he begins, looking at you then the wall. you turn his head to look at you. his eyes are still watery and puffy, his cheeks a little wet, lips tinted, and his hair tussled. you reach out to touch his cheek. he smiles and leans in, giving you a sweet and proper kiss. something about it makes him cry again, feeling tears run down onto your cheek. you pull back, watching as he quickly wipes his tears, but you stop him, "no need". he looks down, almost in shame, but when you bring him close to your chest again, his hands begin crawling all over you. he lets out a soft cry as his fingertips sink into your skin. he then needily kisses up your body til he reaches your neck, kissing at it next. "winwin..." you sigh but he can only mutter "stop it, i feel lucky right now".
JUNGWOO has a long day and just wants to be with you tonight. you can tell he’s exhausted, sore, all of it. so, you’ve prepared a bubble bath for him for a change. you lead him by the hand into the bathroom where the air is warm, candles are lit, and the bubbles appear to perfectly fit in the tub. it smells of lavender and vanilla, a warm and relaxing scent that brings relief over jungwoo. “oh wow, thank you my love” he says, giving you a hug. he strips amidst the warm and dim lighting. you watch as he gets in and you shuffle over to kneel next to the tub. you scoop and pour water on his back and shoulders gently. he feels the bubbles in his grasp and sighs, closing his eyes and leaning back. you kiss his shoulder and he smiles. you dip your hand beneath all the bubbles and find his hand, caressing it. you unknowingly feel around, feeling his knee, then his arm, then his abs, then his hip. he feels a shiver run through him, not knowing what you’ll touch next. “w-wait” he says and you meet his eyes with your own, tilting your head. “i’m just…really sensitive right now” he admits softly which makes you giggle. the way he looks so reliant on your touch is adorable. you pat his chest, “then what do you want me to do?” you ask with a smile. you find it amusing that he’s so eager right now to be touched and dealt with. “uh, can you—please—can you tease me longer?” he asks, gripping your arm that’s out of the water. you nod understandingly. you didn’t even think he’d be so turn on right now, you’re just touching him after all. yet he proves that your little effort touches exhilarate him as he leads your hand to his erection. you can’t see though with all these bubbles. so he suddenly gets up to kneel, his erection now resting along with all the bubbles as he looks down at it, breathing heavily. and it’s the most beautiful yet erotic thing you’ve seen.
MARK comes out the steamy bathroom, freshly showered, however, beyond exhausted from the days schedules. he doesn't even hum like usually does in the silence, just heads straight for the dresser, slipping on boxers and a t-shirt. he sighs. he walks out the room though, making you tilt your head. why didn't he lie down on the bed? you follow him and he's sitting at the kitchen table, opening his laptop. "more work?" you ask, frustrated for him. "yeah..." he responds, viewing some email that must be important. "now?" you ask, still frustrated at the workload he's been given at literally 12am. "yes!" he responds, now seeming annoyed. you furrow your brows and sit next to him, watching him then his laptop then him again. you kiss his cheek and watch as he gives a small quick smile. you just sit there for a few minutes, putting yourself boredom because you want to keep him company. you hear a chime as he sends an email and perk up, searching for an expression that says 'i'm finally done', but nope. after another few minutes, he sighs and turns over to you finally. he looks at your face, then your lips, before leaning in to give a long deep kiss. he pulls away, resting his head on your chest. his hands move to your shoulders, and he lets out a groan, "been thinking of you all day, its not fair they gave me so much bullshit to read". you soothe his back and pull him away, "then go on and finish" you say caringly. he stretches his arms out, then sits to fully face you now, just staring at you. you nudge his jaw with a finger, making him pout. he leans in to kiss you again, hands on your thighs now. he moans softly, as if it escaped accidentally. he pulls away slowly, looking down, hands coming closer to your inner thighs. "want to take a break markie?" you speak and he nods, melting into you, falling gently onto his knees, moaning pathetically when you open your legs just for him.
XIAOJUN and you have just settled into bed. the sheets have been freshly washed and you both just took showers, so the two of you are feeling rather refreshed. you sigh in relief after finally getting to lay down with xiaojun after having an exhausting day at work. “feels amazing. i like being here with you” he trails off as he closes his eyes. you nod even though he can’t see you. you like listening to his comforting words, and even when hes not talking, you still find his presence just as comforting. you nestle more under the covers. you smile at the sight of him dozing off and decide to just admire his face. its like he feels your eyes on him because he slowly opens his, then moves his gaze to meet yours. you place a hand on his jaw, holding his face. he leans into your touch, eyebrows furrowing a little. he looks hypnotizing, his beauty just off the charts. “i can’t fathom how perfect you are you know…” you tell him and he blushes. you smile at his flustered state but you want can’t help but give into your urge to touch him further. so you trace his nose bridge, his eyebrows, then his lips. you swipe his bottom lip and with an easy move, you push your finger into his mouth. he stares at you with doe eyes, sucking your finger lightly. you experiment: moving your finger in and out, pushing in deeper, circling around his tongue. and he flows along like he was made for you. his hands are at your waist now, moving you closer to him until he ditches your finger for your lips, whining into the needy kiss. he says sweet things between kisses and finally pulls back to stare at your finger again, “maybe two now?” he asks pitifully.
HENDERY and you share kisses after a few days being away from each other. you’re on top of him as hes laid down on the couch. his hands knead at your sides and waist and you dont think you can be any more closer to him than you are now. he feels overwhelmed when he should be feeling relieved though. he feels impatient and the idea of you inducing something more than just kisses takes over him. he takes your hand and places it right over his neck. he doesn’t lose his grip on your hand, but in fact, makes it tighter. “my love are you sure…” you begin but hes already shutting his eyes and moaning. he slowly removes his hand and you do him the favor of keeping your grip, choking him with immense pressure. his airway feels more difficult to breath in and out from, and he loves it. he can’t even talk right now, and doesn’t even try. instead he lets out choked moans and cries. you feel like hes gone too long without air so you release the pressure but keep your hands on him still. he immediately gasps and juts forward, feeling like he just got hit with some sort of whiplash of pleasure. hes impatient and is already kissing on you again. you’re still processing this new piqued interest of his and how it makes you feel too. safe to say, it really benefits you both as you feel the way his dick has gone hard beneath you.
RENJUN and you were cracking jokes all evening in the dim-lit kitchen of his place. its raining heavy out so you decided to stay in with him of course. you're going back and forth with him about the things he does that irks you. and its all in a playful manner. "and quit taking so long in the shower!" you mention and he scoffs. "dont you want me being clean for you?" he says in attempt to justify himself. you hesitate because you know he's right, but it aggravates you a little. "don't care" you say sarcastically as you get up, a smile on your face when you turn away from him. you hear him stutter a "wha-". "then you want me dirty?" he says gloomily. "mhm" you say as you begin cleaning the surface of the kitchen counter. you make eye contact with him and it's almost sensual. he gets up and walks to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. you don't think anything of it until you start to wonder if he got upset, though you were just joking with him. you hear a faint sighing sound and pause. you walk up to the door and put an ear up to it. you hear him making soft grunts. you slowly open the door and see him propped on the bed, straddling a pillow, with nothing but his briefs on. "oh renjunnie..." you say and slip past the door to sit beside him. he holds onto your shoulder and starts to let out whimpers, "honey w-wanted me dirty". you watch as he rides the pillow, more eager now, unable to take his eyes off you. you kiss his cheek then his lips tenderly, capturing the soft moans he lets out.
JENO has been annoying you all day and not on purpose. or maybe you’re just moody, not sure. but you finally had enough when he has the audacity to start vacuuming right in front of the tv with precision. you throw a pillow at him, “like you really have to be doing that right now?!” you exclaim frustratedly. he turns off the vacuum and stomps away. you roll your eyes and continue watching the tv. he comes back from god knows, you frankly don’t care, with a pink shopping bag. he plops it next to you on the couch. “what’s this?” you ask looking at the bag then at him. he shrugs, “would you care if I was vacuuming if I had this on?” he says with slight timidness. you sit up a little and toss aside the tissue paper, picking up the contents inside. “lingerie?” you state, slightly confused. you then realize it’s for men not women. you pull back a little to look at jeno with a smile. “you- do you like…it” he stammers and you bounce up, nodding and hugging him. you hold the outfit against his chest and push him excitedly all the way into the bathroom. “change! now!” you say before returning to the couch, awaiting your surprise. your imagination couldn’t compare to the sight before your eyes. *wink.what he wears is up to you* you’re no longer smiling when he casually picks up the vacuum and turns it on, cleaning the carpet. “jeno” you say blankly. he looks over at you and you take in the sight again, not knowing what to do next. jeno has never dressed up like this. so the way his toned muscles, his thin waist, and his overall dreamy physique fits in the lingerie is unreal. but you can tell he too doesn’t know what to do next as he fidgets with vacuum handle, waiting for you to say or do something. you stand up from the couch, slowly walking over to him, eyes locked on his. you grab his hand and lightly guide it to between your legs. you pull your soft shorts aside and he shudders when he feels the heat and dampness of you. “such a pretty puppy” you finally sigh out and his gaze softens. your lips connect into a soft kiss, but jeno soon becomes heave-ish and kisses with more fervor. you both practically trip over the now fallen vacuum as you make your way into the bedroom. your mind floods with thoughts on what you could possibly do to your oh so beautiful jeno.
HAECHAN steps into the kitchen, windows opened to provide refreshing cool air. you’re making french toast hence at the stove, but you turn to tell him good morning. but you notice immediately how he’s dressed, or rather the fact he’s just in boxers. and they’re the short ones too where his plush thighs are visible. he stands there, slightly bent at one knee. “come” you say with a smile and he walks over to stand besides you. he looks sleepy still, with his hair still ruffled. but you can tell he splashed his face with cold water upon squishing his cheeks delicately with one hand. you let your finger drag down his neck and shoulder lightly. he’s not a man of many words in the morning so all he does is stare at you longingly. you flip the french toast and reach for the bowl of washed berries, picking a small strawberry and feeding it to him. he lets out a small “mm” before moving to lean against the counter. he gives you kisses as you continue cooking the french toast. and with every chance you get, your hand closest to him is on him. your fingertips are feather light as they drag on his honey skin, across his stomach, biceps, hips, everywhere. he keeps his bottom lip tucked in and adjusts his hips to slightly jut forward. he lets out a heavy exhale through his nose which you note as he’s needy. but it’s he himself who slightly pulls down his boxers just below his hips. you touch at the exposed skin that’s dangerously close to his clothed erection. you finally finish cooking all the french toast and don’t hesitate to stand in front of him and slip your hand beneath his boxers. he lets out pretty noises, moans and whines you mentally rewind and play. you kiss his lips sweetly and it’s not long before he cums from the heat erupting inside him.
JAEMIN and you went out shopping for the day, courtesy of him of course. you hit up all the stores you’ve been wanting to spree at. while lookin for the next store, he suggests victoria’s secret, “yeah you can get new things, and i can look around too” he says. that’s true, next set will be chosen by him ig! you pick up some new underwear, new bras, and you feel spoiled already. at one point, jaemin has left your side and is checking out new lingerie arrivals. with spring time around, the color palette of pastels catches his eye, especially the pink. you walk up to him, “do you like this one?” you ask. he takes a step back then walks away, “hm, it’s not quite the one”. you look around too, finding a flowy yellow one, one that you’ve never seen, it’s pretty! “this!” you say and he smiles, telling you to get it. you’re finding your size when he puts something in the shopping bag. you don’t wanna look though, he’s probably hiding it for a reason. after waiting for him to pay, you make a stop at a pastry shop for a sweet treat (cuz ofc). he drives back, a smile gleaming on his face, glad he was able to spoil you today. once at his place, you start showing him what you got—like he wasn’t there anyway. you decide to try on a cute club fit you curated, walking to his bedroom and closing the door behind you. you change into the outfit and peep the fit in his long mirror. but when you open the door, jaemin isn’t sitting in the kitchen like he was. “na?” you ask, looking around. the bathroom door opens, and you’re not sure if you’re seeing this right, but jaemin looks bare, his shoulders peeping out the doorframe. as you walk closer, genuinely confused, your hands shoot over your mouth when you see him in full. he stands broad and muscular like he usually does, this time with a pastel pink lingerie set on. the top wraps around him like a ballet slipper, and the bottoms match in a teeny short form. “is it…okay?” he asks you, his hands resting on his shoulders, posture now slouched. you can’t tell if he knows he looks good and is asking for reassurance, or that it’s okay that he’s wearing lingerie. “i didn’t think the bedroom could get better, but, i guess i was wrong” you tell him softly, tracing the set with your eyes and fingers. he looks down, gesturing to the short boy shorts of an underwear he has on, “it was the only set that’d fit my dick” he says shrugging and you feel like YOU just got hard (*⁰▿⁰*)
YANGYANG usually isn’t one to be super submissive to you. at least that’s what he thinks. “you literally crawl…” you say, imagining it. “barely!” he shouts in protest. you hold him by the jaw, “listen, think what you want, but you do whatever i say at the end of the day” you say narrowing your gaze. he tuts and swats your hand away, “yeah right”. it’s now night and you’ve just come home from a night out with some friends. you had a couple drinks and stumble your way into yangyang's room, finding him at his desk playing on his pc. you don’t say anything, just hum. you tilt his head up quickly which takes him by surprise. you lean in but before pressing your lips together, you look around his room. “filthy” you say and yangyang finally exhales. “i didn’t have time to clean—“ you cut him off, “but you’re playing video games? clean your fucking room” you sneer. you walk out but he grabs your hand. “i’m sorry, please, don’t be mad. look i’ll do it right now” and he gets up and starts throwing trash away. you sit on his bed, watching him rush back and forth. “yangyang” you whisper to see if he’ll hear. he swivels around to face you. he rushes to your legs on the floor. “yeah? fuck- i mean, yes?” he responds, hands resting on your shins. “hmmmm” you say obnoxiously, “if you clean your room, i’ll ride you”. he freezes. it’s the ultimate ultimatum for him.
CHENLE has been trying to defend himself for the past thirty minutes, arguing that he indeed is the most mature from the dreamies. “then why do you complain like a child all the time?!” you say and he laughs before trying to defend himself again. you push his shoulder playfully, “i hate you”. “not true-“ he begins and you roll your eyes, here he goes again. you cover his mouth with your hand, shutting him up finally. he tries to talk still, even making hand gestures like he usually does. you hold his hands together with your other hand. he tries to fight against it so you let go momentarily in which he continues obnoxiously arguing. you get a tie from his closet, think, then get a second one, and come back. you first tie one around his mouth. he’s smiling becuase he knows he’s successfully annoying you. the you two the other around his wrists. you drag him by the arm and put him in your bedroom. you laugh before closing the door on him. “mm m! mm m mm-“ you hear and it makes you laugh. when you open the door, he’s on the ground, now begging with his hands together. “m’ mm” he says, and you assume he’s trying to say ‘i’m sorry’. you’re about to untie his mouth but then you get an idea. you take him on the bed with you. you kiss his jaw and neck. he breaths though his nose ruggedly. he tugs on your pants, wanting you to take them off. but you scoff cause he really thinks he’s about to get sum. no, not in this case—where he’s finally shut up. you lift his shirt up so it’s bunched around him then pull his pants down to his thighs. then you sit on his lap and do what he hates most—ridicule him. “yknow, you’re so out your mind. i’m always right but you argue with me anyway. truth is that mouth of yours sucks, so maybe it should be closed forever” you tell him. he furrows his brows, and here he goes, mumbling loudly. you pinch his side and he groans. “the tie is there for a reason, for you to shut up” you scold. he whines, wanting nothing more than to talk right now. “there is one thing i like from that mouth of yours…” you say, tilting your head dramatically. “m! m!” he says, nodding. he even sits up a little more. he tugs at your pants again, but you slap his hand away, “ah, when you sing” you flourish. he whines and groans, feeling like he’s going insane. he’s not even shameless though with his growing bulge that’s beneath you. maybe you should tie him up more?…
JISUNG and you are apart for the time being. he’s gone on tour so he can only do so much to communicate with you. he facetimes, calls, texts. he even invites you to jams on spotify like hello. anyway you’ve just woken up to like ten messages from him. they’re all videos with black covers. the only text he sent said “you’re asleep aren’t you…”. you text back before you watch the videos though, letting him know you’re now up. you’re taken way far aback when you press play on that first video. your cheeks immediately heat up at the sight—jisung slowly pumping his dick in his hand. he’s in the bathroom of the hotel it appears, dark and only a warm light illuminating the room. you physically cover your mouth with a hand when you scroll to the next video. he’s pumping himself faster. all. the. videos. him jerking off. countless times he’s climaxed. and with every video, he rids of more clothes, his sweat intensifies, and he’s more of a mess. you haven’t watched all the videos throughly when you text him again, “ji…what the fuck went down last night”. you assume he’s sleeping still—peacefully and sound at that, clearly. you click back to watch the last video though. you pull your blanket over yourself and watch as jisung pumps his dick agonizingly slow. he then lets go, resting his hand on his shoulder for a moment. “mommy, mommy” he pants, his dick twitches which makes him moan. he snakes his hand from his shoulder to the cum that decorates his abs. he spreads it around with two fingers before wiping it on his face. and with that he lets out a deep groan as he cums untouched. you deep down can’t wait til tonight to watch these videos again…
SION and you have been baking all evening. with sweet treats set to the side, you both stare at them, debating if you should even eat them. "took too long, we have to eat them" he reasons and you guess he has a point. you pick up a fudge brownie, taking a bite out of it. he leans over to take a bite out of it too. he moans from how tasty it is and though it's a normal reaction, he barely ever makes noises like that. you watch his expressions as he chews. you pick up a cream puff and feed it to him this time. he oh so innocently makes eye contact as he takes a bite. the powdered sugar coats his lip, and the cream resides on his cheek. you smile at the slight mess he has made and don't even both cleaning it up. he attempts to lick the cream away but his tongue doesn't quite reach. so instead you make the gallant choice of licking it off for him. you hum at the sweetness. you stan up from your chair and this time stand between his legs as you feed him another bite, then another. and eventually he has made such a mess on his face, and he knows damn well what he's doing. moaning a little too much, holding a sultry gaze with you, even slightly licking your finger whenever he takes a bite from the pastry you hold up to him. "you have such a sweet tooth" you tell him and he smiles and nods impatiently, just wanting more from the one you're holding. you pull it away from him and he physically jolts, whining. but who knew someone could get turned on from this, and he clearly is from the way his hand rests down on the chair between his thighs, where his erection shifts a little when you notice it. his face burns hot and a pink blush creeps in, but nonetheless his tongue is sticking out, waiting for another sweet.
RIKU splashes into the cool water. you both took a day trip to a small cozy lake house. the sun has just gone down when you both finally decided it was time for a night swim. “now you, come on” he jesters. you uncross your arms and take a moment to slip off your tshirt. riku treads in the water, catching his breath a little whilst eyeing you. his mouth slightly hangs open as you approach the water from the ground instead of the wooden dock. “bummer, no jump?” he says scoffing and you shake your head no. he’s crawling in the shallow water to where you stand, water at your knees. he kneels now, holding one of your thighs. “did i ruin the mood?” you say slightly annoyed by his comment. he kisses your leg but you think nothing of it, after all riku is very affectionate. he looks down, “no..”. the sound of leaves in the wind, crickets, and him kissing your skin fills the silence. he gets closer to your inner thighs, making you sharply inhale. he looks up at you with those sad pure eyes. the moonlight reflects in his eyes and it’s then you notice that they’re glossier than normal. he opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. no one speaks. you walk deeper into the water, past him. the waters up to your shoulders now when you turn to him and fidget with strings of your bathing suit. taking the top off, he watches from afar, wondering how he deserves this. riku makes his way over to you, the moment feeling like a dream. maybe you’re putting him in a trance. riku doesn’t know how to handle this—does he touch you, be casual about this, maybe strip too? yeah he’ll do just that. so by the time he’s in front of you, you’re both nude in the brisk water, ripples emitting from the way he holds you against him. “i would ask you to slap me to see if i myself am dreaming, but i think id just get more turned on” he mutters into your neck.
YUSHI wouldn’t stop being needy all day. you told him last week that it’s good to take a break from certain things for a little. since then, he’s become relentless. but especially today, you woke up to him grinding slyly against your leg. and when you came to his dorm earlier, he hugged you the second you stepped foot into the place—whining, breathing heavy, and you could feel heat emitting from him. but you’re staying true to your words. it’s not until you’re playing video games in the living room that you realize yushi has become pathetic alongside crazy. every time he lost and you won, he’d whine and glance to see if you’d look at him. but you only saw him through your peripheral. he’d become frustrated at the game eventually and sat atop a pillow, whining and slightly grinding on it. you noticed and kicked his leg which you shouldn’t have done cause now he’s humping your leg. you try and kick him away but you don’t wanna lose the game so you give up. he’s panting and moaning, humping at your leg with his evident erection. “yushi, stop that!” you say, though you know he won’t listen. he throws himself on the couch besides you, humping into the blanket that’s all bunched up between you two. he leans to kiss your neck and for a moment he’s humping the air. you let out a laugh and he pulls back with a whine. “it’s not funny…”. he furrows his eyebrows.
JAEHEE is cuddled next to you. he just went out to eat with his members and in result is tired from all the food. you take in his appearance—his messy hair, tan skin, and his sharp smile. and while he’s in the middle of his sentence, you lean down to kiss him. you pull back and he’s surprised. “that was lovely…thanks” he sweetly says which makes you just kiss him again. he sits up a little now, holding your jaw to kiss you deeper. your hand snakes under his sweater. with your touch gliding over his abs, you drag your nails into his skin. he pulls apart from the kiss to let out a huff followed by a short moan. “you’re such a freak” you joke at him but he’s not laughing. his chest rises and falls more intensely as you scratch him again, deeper too. “fuck” he whispers, sensually bucking his hips up a little. “like when i scratch you? want it to hurt more?” you tease and he can’t even respond because when you immediately scratch down his side, he moans. shivers run through him and you’re pretty sure he has goosebumps. you play with him more, letting your nails dig into his chest, into his hips, dangerously close to beneath his waistband. he’s so desperate that he flips over, looking defeated as he lifts the bottom of his sweater up, revealing his lower back. you take the hint. you run your fingertips along the smooth skin lightly before digging your nails into the skin, dragging them across the area. he lets out a pretty moan, sinking deeper into his mattress as if that would help the pain. but he loves it and the way you gain satisfaction from something so hurtful.
“This dick is yours-“ Jeno chokes out, hands flying to your waist to grip it tightly. He was so close yet so far, lips parted, thighs shaking, forehead gleaming with sweat. He looked perfect. He was perfect, laying beneath you as you stroked his cock in your hand. “Fuck mommy, use me” he gasps out, hips stuttering up into your fist, “it’s all yours, fuck-“
He was getting close, you could tell. Jeno’s moans grew higher, nearly turning into whimpers as his back arched off the mattress, eyebrows creasing together to create the most erotic look you’d ever seen on his face. Sitting on his thighs, without a word you stroked him faster, listening to his choked moans and cries as he cums without warning, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
“Thank you… thank you for letting me cum mommy,” he pants, eyes closed and thighs shaking vigorously. He looked the prettiest like this, spent and messy.
“One more Jeno, I know you can take it.”
for @jenoslutie since I know she’s been craving sub jeno…
✧ warnings- kissing (obviously), suggestive touching, use of “good girl”, teasing, etc
✧ A/N- In honor of dojaejung debuting, here’s this. I know I’m really fucking late but take it anyway, please. Anyway, stream perfume and kiss by dojaejung, just stream the whole album. (Not really proofread)
Doyoung- Passionate and sensual. Likes to take the lead and assert his control when he’s kissing. He definitely knows how to kiss too and puts a lot of feeling into it. He especially knows what you like and uses that to his advantage, making you as submissive as possible, a good girl if anything. He would want to take it slow at first and make every second feel absolutely surreal, kissing you tenderly, feeling every emotion he feels before speeding up while still having that sweetness to it, making you desperate for more, wanting you to crave him like he craves you. Sometimes he even wants you to try and take the lead, just so he can tease you and take it right back because he knows he always can. His hands cup your waist as your lips melt Into his, settling on his lap, slowly grinding as a groan plays off his lips. He smirks, before stopping your hips harshly, your mouth gapes, a gasp escaping as he bites in your lower lip. “What’s wrong baby? Can’t take it?”
Jaehyun- slow and passionate. I feel like jae takes his time with things, he doesn’t feel the need to rush. But not in a boring way, but In a he just knows he can satisfy you either way-way. So if he wants to keep it slow, it’s going slow. He knows how to keep you on your toes while making you feel more desperate for him as the kisses deepen, keeping you hooked, addicted. He’s also handsy, loves the feeling of his hands on you, touching you softly and harshly at the same time. His lips connecting to yours slowly, tilting his head to the side, gaining more access to let his tongue wetly glide in before parting, leaving to your neck where he slowly leaves rose pink marks while his hands cup your waist in place, stopping any unwanted movements from you. “Y/n” he breathes out, his lips coming to meets your again, lingering over your now bruised lips and though you are just millimeters away, he doesn’t lean in, he doesn’t even try to kiss you as you chase his lips. A smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he speaks again teasingly but softly “y/n~” repeating your name, taking it apart slowly, like he’s learning it for the first time, like he can’t think of a better word.
Jungwoo- I think jungwoo is the type to start off playful and sweet. Sharing small pecks and soft giggles before he takes the chance to speed up. Getting rougher and passionate as it continues. Hands roaming your body, touching you in ways you can only dream of as your lips move in sync. As he continues to speed it, the kiss quickly gets messier and messier allowing a fuck ton of tongue to happen and lets out the most lewdest nosies he can make. He’ll let you know how he’s feeling, let’s you know that he likes it and wants more. He 100% whines and rambles in between kisses as his hands pull you close, body against his, wanting you so much closer than possible, desiring every part of you. He pulls back, leaving wet kisses on your neck and collar bones, coloring purple marks against your skin before whispering sweet words as a whine escapes his lips, “please, more”
"Come on~! Show me~!" Haechan whined in your ear for the umpteenth time today.
Like all the previous times, you answered no.
Yesterday your boyfriend had found out that you had a mommy kink and liked being dominant in the bed (You had left a wattpad tab open on our shared laptop because you were apparently too tired to click on the cross), and, although that should've been something positive, you didn't want him to know.
On a daily basis, he already got critique for being younger (looking younger) than his partner, and being too 'feminine' and 'cutesy' – so, to want him to submit to you and make him match other people's perception of him was selfish and thus something you refused to do.
The theory of genders having specific power roles was something you'd always been opposed to, as you do not believe a gender determines a level of power. Truthfully, you couldn't care less if your boyfriend wanted to break gender stereotypes or not — damn, he could wear 'girly' clothes and/or put make up on if he wanted to — but you did care about what he thought of himself.
He didn't like it when people commented on how much younger he looked than he was. He didn't like it when people described him as feminine instead of masculine. He didn't like it when people [excluding you and some of his friends] called him cute. He didn't think that having any of those characteristics was wrong; he just didn't want people to call him those things.
"Please?" He attempted to lure you in with his gleaming puppy eyes – which usually worked – but that method didn't work this time around, because the great amount of vexation he had brought to you today had made you fully resistant to his cuteness.
"No, I don't want to hurt you," you answered with a blank face, trying your best to find a seemingly interesting movie on Netflix, that you hadn't already seen, so your boyfriend could give up his dumb quest. It was a little confusing why he wanted to try these types of thing with you, knowing how he felt about being belittled by others.
"I thought you said that we should always be honest with each other and always be ourselves," he argued, making a valid point since you had said those words from the start of your relationship.
"But I also said I never wanted us to hurt each other," you retorted in defense, feeling more and more irritated by the second.
Leaning and sinking down a little bit on the sofa, Haechan wanted to be more comfortable as he knew this conversation would be long. Chewing on the strings of his pink hoodie, he looked at and studied you; frown, annoyed sighs, hard grip on the remote, darker lips from biting on them – everything pointed at you being mad, and thus rather sensitive.
Then a bulb lit above his head.
"But what if I like it when you hurt me?"
You turned your head to his side. There it was. Exactly what he wanted to see. An expression on your face that told him that if he continued this route, he would get fucked. Whether it was literally or metaphorically, he wanted to find out.
"I'm leaving," you announced and stood up as quickly as the short sentence ended. You had to leave, because Haechan was pushing your buttons and you knew that if you stayed for longer you could end up doing what you had been trying to avoid since he had found out about the femdom part of you.
His face changed from calm puppy to clingy puppy with separation anxiety, scared of its owner leaving. This was not the reaction he had tried to get from you. He stood up and followed your fast steps to the bedroom. As soon as he saw you throw one of your biggest bags onto the floor, followed up by some clothing pieces, he felt his blood freeze. Were you leaving as in leaving the relationship?
"Why are you packing?" he asked, scared of your answer.
"I'm going to Irene's. I can't stay with you when you're making me crazy like this." What you said was true; you were sure he'd crack your patience and make you go full sadist on him if you stayed in the same room as him for another minute – or even worse: another hour or whole night.
He felt relieved that you weren't breaking up with him over a silly argument, but he still didn't want you to stay over at your friend's when you both knew that it would be smarter to solve the tension instead.
"Stay with me," he pleaded lowly, sensing he didn't have many other options than pleading and hoping it'd be persuasive enough for you to stay with him.
"We need a night without each to calm down and have an adult discussion, alright?" you tried to explain, grabbing your now-fully-packed bag, and heading to the door to continue your journey to your awesome best friend.
When Haechan didn't talk back, you turned away from the doorway and to the bed to see why he was being quiet and not protesting some more like he usually would. He was looking you in the eyes as he pulled the hoodie off his torso and threw it your way. You caught it in your hand. Proceeding, he pulled down his pants, making sure he did it slowly enough to send you signals that he wasn't planning on putting on his PJs.
As he stood in only his boxers in front of you, a new bulb lit up above his head – and this one was even brighter than the last one – maybe he did have more options than to plead and strip.
With a smirk he sat down on the foot of the bed, maintaining eye contact, and pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. You were speechless when he had stripped down to almost full nudity, but what shocked you the most was that just speaking to him disrespectfully had turned him on.
The moment he started touching his cock and moaning like a bitch, you realized that he had purposely been naughty so you could punish him. He had whined in you ear all day, stripped and masturbated when you wanted to leave because he wanted this; he wanted to be punished.
So, you decided to do it.
You dropped the bag and went to your wardrobe, taking out a box you'd kept secret from Haechan. He looked your way curiously, analyzing your reaction while still stroking his cock rudely. Damn, he hoped you were doing something femdom related.
"Safeword?" you asked, examining the nostalgic box of memory-making apparatuses, trying to decide which ones you wanted to use to make memories tonight.
"Sun," he answered, smiling at the victory; he was going to get fucked literally.
"I hope you understand that I'm going to have to punish you for being such a naughty boy."
"Yes, Mommy," he said oh so naturally.
You looked back at him after he said the last word, watching him lay down on the bed, boxers in a random corner of the room. He seemed experienced or like he'd had a fantasy about calling you that word for a while, no stutter, and thankfully that made it easier for you decide on which toys to use on him.
"Naughty boys don't deserve to touch Mommy," you turned to him with a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs. He blushed a little, not expecting the object you chose to punish him with to be so adorable. Did he seriously think that was all you were going to use as punishment when he'd riled you up like this?
How cute.
Walking slowly to him, you threw the cuffs onto the bed beside his legs and startled him a bit at the suddenness of the action. He had teased you, and you wanted to make sure he'd feel teased as well – and what better way to do that than to use one of his biggest weaknesses against him? Smirking, you pulled off your shirt, leaving your upper body in only a bra – a pink one. He had always liked that color – though he denied it since it wasn't manly to like pink.
You climbed on top of his body and took the cuffs in your hands again, getting ready to restrain him. He was breathing heavily, getting aroused by your body above his, and especially by your boobs that were clad in such a lovely color. Although he liked the bra, he would've loved to see your boobs without anything covering them.
"Hold your arms up for me, Channie," you ordered, to which he listened to instantly. He held them up against the bed frame, assuming you were going to cuff him to it. But he was wrong. You didn't want him to predict his punishment; you wanted everything to be a surprise that not even his fantasy could come close to.
Instead of cuffing his wrists to the frame of the bed, you cuffed them to nothing. Yes, nothing. It may sound boring to restrain your partner to nothing, but it was the opposite; restraining him to air meant that he still could choose to disobey you further by bringing his arms down. "You're going to keep your arms here, and if you at any point put them down and touch me it'll add to your punishment, understood?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Oh, don't act like a good boy all of a sudden. You're getting punished for a reason, Haechannie," you scoffed lightly, feeling soft from the sweetness that seemed to ooze naturally whether he tried to or not.
"But I am a good boy," he pouted, adding to the cuteness you adored so much.
"Only if you can manage this punishment, but until then you're a bad boy," you explained and turned back to the box to grab the last part of the punishment. He continued pouting, until he saw the object you took out: a strap on. After removing your pants, you put the fake dick on and adjusted it to your hips.
The strap wasn't bigger than the average dick as you didn't know how used he was to having dildos shoved up his ass – and even though you wanted to hurt him, you were still cautious over how harsh you were with him. He was your squishy Haechannie after all.
"You ready, Channie?" you asked as you crawled back to him, searching his face for any uncertainty. His big eyes and toothy smile hinted at him anticipating what you were about to do, but you still wanted a verbal answer as you wanted to make sure he was OK with being pegged.
He nodded quickly, "Yes, Mommy, I'm always ready for you."
omg i love finding sub enthusiasts! thoughts about haechan? (and him getting pegged)
sub!haechan is so .. aaaaahh!!!
he’s the biggest brat EVER, always riling you up on purpose and trying to get a reaction out of you. it’s part of the fun for him! he’ll tease you in public, hands roaming in places they shouldn’t be even after you tell him to behave and wait until you’re home. he’ll whine, “but you know i can’t wait, mommy. c’mon, please?”
his brattiness is definitely just an act though. he knows it’s the quickest way for you to pin him down to the bed and fuck him stupid, which is exactly what he wants whenever he acts out. he loves having your strap inside him, constantly whining and begging for it. i stand on the fact that he’s a size queen! he loves the feeling of your strap stretching him out, eyes rolling into the back of his head every time you push in. he’ll tell you how good it is and how big your strap is while barely being able to speak and it’s so cute :(
i NEED to peg haechan and this is exactly why!! tysm for submitting anon!
minty breathe blew your right ear as he moaned your name, so whiny, so needy. your fingers tangled with his dark locks, giving them a tug everytime he hits that perfect spot that makes your walls clench around his cock.
he only moans louder. his mouth left agape as his drool leaks at the sides of his swollen lips. the bed creaked at his every thrust. both your legs shaking and your toes curling. it didn't take too long before you had reached your climax but he still didn't stop fucking you when he had already came for the fifth time.
you let go of his hair and wrapped your arms around his neck instead as he found his way into you deeper. his pace didn't falter at all but his thrusts were getting sloppier. you knew he wouldn't last long either.
you creamed around his cock again before you pushed him off of you. he let out a pathetic whine when his hard cock was exposed on the cold air. your half lidded lustful eyes met his teary ones. it's almost as if he's begging you to let him fuck you once more. you sat on top of him.
you slapped his cheek with the back of your hand. it wasn't that hard but it was still enough to make him feel the slight sting on his skin. your fingers gripped on his lower jaw, "aren't you getting a little too selfish, pet?" the change in your tone only made his cock twitch.
your other hand gripped on his cock, your thumb circled on his tip a few times before he thrashed, begging you to let him cum. "p-please! ahhh!" you let go of his dick, refusing his orgasm. frustrated warm tears dampened his rosy cheeks. "you think you deserve to cum after what you did?"
he did nothing but sob, reaching out for you to touch him again. but you're not planning to give him what he wants just yet. "cry all you want. I'm not letting you cum until you've learned your lesson." your thumb teased his red tip once again, earning another loud cry from him.
