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[astralsweetness]

Sou're writing for stray kids now?! Omg omg, can you write something for Chris with hair-pulling and something like subspace? Or mentions of subspace idk I'm just excited!

I am indeed! Warnings: Hairpulling, mentioned subspace

Your fingers are laced tight through his hair, pulling his head back - when he swallows it's obvious, the delicate skin across his neck taut. You can see, through his lashes and half-lidded eyes, that his gaze is hazy and unfocused.

You're both silhouetted against the harsh glare from his computer screens, the rest of the studio dimly lit - time and time again you've scolded him for straining his eyes, but he never listens. Whatever helps his inspiration.

"You know I avoid doing this when I can, Chan. I don't like tearing you away from your work because I know it's literally your job." You let the silence linger after your statement, watch as he blinks slowly but doesn't respond. It's clear he's already starting to slip, no longer focused on anything but you and your instructions.

"But you need sleep. So we're going to go home, and I'm going to exhaust you, and when you can't orgasm anymore I'm going to clean you up while you finally doze off. Alright?" The hand of yours in his hair gently guides him into a nod, forcing him to agree non-verbally. He knows that isn't good enough but you allow him the time to slowly drift back to the surface, throat tight with need and want.

"Alright."

[euphoricsunflowers]

forever — yoo kihyun

a/n: originally supposed to be a fic about him crying and then i got soft so it became.. this. enjoy 💕 please welcome me back warmly :)

word count: 1.6k

content: sub!kihyun, dom!reader, afab!reader, riding, mentions of hair pulling but not in a very sexual manner-, lots and lots of talk of hickies, the kiddies (kihyun tiddies) come out to play so some nip play, jokingly calling him mommy look i love (his) boobs, just very soft and domestic, possibly a little sad.

“baby, you’re home!” kihyun says. he sounds tired, but excited to finally see you. looking at him, his eyes tell you how exhausted he is, but his soft smile fixes any bad feelings still lingering from the day.

“oh god, the day just kept on going and going, felt like it was never going to end,” you murmur, walking up to him as he stands up from the couch to give him a kiss, “oh how i missed you.”

he runs his fingers through your hair while humming to fill the silence that falls upon the atmosphere. it’s comfortable. it’s like he’s the definition of comfort, “i made you dinner but it got cold so i put it in the fridge. let me know when you want to reheat it.”

“thank you,” you mumble against his skin, cheekily pressing kisses to his neck just to be cute, but then you start giggling.

“what’s so funny?” he asks, turning his head a bit to try and face you but you stop him.

“you still have a hickey on your neck.”

“im sure you do too! i left quite a few a couple nights ago,” he groans.

“yeah, on my thighs. i can hide that easily,” you brush him off as he huffs, “let me guess, they‘ve been making fun of you for having to get that covered up?”

“they make fun of me for literally anything i do,” he sighs, “i’ll breathe weirdly and they’ll mock me. there was no escaping this fate.”

“i’m so sorry, my prince. i shouldn’t have left that little guy there if i knew you’d be taunted for it,” you say sarcastically, and he rolls his eyes, “really though, it’s darker than it should be after a few days. i must have got you good.”

“of course the one day you take your sweet time with me,” he huffs, “it’s all good. i don’t mind it. i love satisfying you, whatever that means.”

“whatever that means? ooh, he’s feeling dangerous tonight,” you smile away from him, acting suspicious on purpose, “i wouldn’t say that if i were you.”

“what? you got some really weird kink i don’t already know about? do you secretly like toes or something of that sort?”

“well no, you can tell because i’m never not wearing at least socks around you i literally hate to-” you cut yourself off when you see how amused he looks, “i just think you should be a little more cautious about how you speak.”

“and why’s that?”

you sigh, “because i will definitely take you up on your offer on ‘satisfying me, whatever that means’.”

“well, my love, it’s not that late-”

“ki, it is that late-”

“is it really?” oh no, he’s gone into teasing-and-charming-until-he-gets-what-he-wants mode, “is it too late? because i’m starting to feel like it wouldn’t be so awful if you were to leave a couple more marks, maybe even pull my hair-”

“baby i love you so much and i’d do literally anything else for you, but i will not be pulling your hair. i refuse to be held accountable for ripping out an idol’s precious hair.”

“but you’re fine with being held accountable for ruining an idol’s precious skin? you know people lose their minds over how flawless my skin looks.”

“i’m sure they do, ki, because i’m one of them.”

he groans, “oh god, that was cringey, even for us.”

the room goes silent as you ponder what you wanted to do. i’m tired and i have a full day tomorrow, i can’t afford to lose more sleep- you ponder while you absentmindedly run your hands against his sides, tickling him slightly. he holds himself together but not enough for you to not notice.

“okay fine, you got me. i have officially been won over,” you say dramatically, as if he had just secured a major victory, “what do you want?”

he thinks for a moment, then grabs your hand and kisses it, “i want you.”

“very clever, baby. be more specific, would you?”

he sighs with similar dramatics, “you said you had a long day, and even just putting up with me looks like it’s tiring you out. wouldn’t it be great if you had a loving boyfriend who loves it when you get out all that energy with him?”

“yes, i suppose that would be nice.”

“then how about you use that loving boyfriend to satisfy yourself?”

“what is with you and-”

“don’t even say that-”

“who said you were in control here mr. ‘fuck your boyfriend to get out all your stress’?”

“i’m not! i’m just point out you’re so hung up on what i’m saying, and not at all hung up on the fact that your loving boyfriend is desperate for you, honey.”

“oh, well, in that case, i guess i have to give him what he wants.”

“i guess you do.”

and that was that. you were already all over each other, the only difference is that it’s on your bed and he’s under you instead of being in front of you. that and his shirt is already off.

“you’re so obsessed with marking me like i’m your territory. what are you, a dog?”

“you are my territory,” you murmur, dragging your teeth against his neck, lowering yourself even more until kisses against his stomach have him shivering, “and i intend to make that known.”

“yeah, while my stylists cover it up. all that happens is make my crazy fans think that i’m sleeping with every girl and guy in the city.”

“are you?”

“this is a trap isn’t it? no, baby, i’m not a whore.”

“hey, give whores some respect,” you slap his stomach lightly, “besides, you’re right i suppose. you’re not a whore, you’re just mine.”

“guess i walked right into that one huh?”

“yeah you did, baby,” you smile, then continuing to suck and bite on his stomach to keep leaving marks. they almost look like- “wait, let me take a photo, without your face in it obviously. please.”

“that’s fine, but what did you do?”

you smile with childish excitement as you snap the photo of his stomach full of hickies, “i made a heart.” he looks down, and you definitely.. made a heart. it would be cute if he didn’t have to wear a mesh shirt with a jacket in the morning. whoops. maybe the fans will comment on how conservative he dresses again. as much as it annoys him, it’s probably preferable to the alternative.

“oh, you just look so cute, ki, i don’t even know what to do with myself.”

“if you don’t know can i put in a request?” he says teasingly, “can we fuck already?”

you roll your eyes, “oh baby, are you getting so horny that it’s unbearable?”

“yeah, i am. my dick is crying to me.”

“shameless. i love it,” you undo the button on his pants, pulling them, along with his underwear, down with his assistance, “oh, hello. you look happy to see me.”

“please don’t talk to my dick.”

“what? poor guy needs some attention too!”

“i’m literally gonna cry.”

you smirk at the mistake he just made, “go ahead, you know that i’d like that.”

“i’m sure you would, definitely more than i like this conversation,” he sighs like a drama queen again.

then how about we quit talking. you touch him, tease him, give him just enough, then just barely not enough, then nowhere near enough. he knew this was to be expected, your hands seemed to have a mind of their own and were even more of a tease than you sometimes.

and then you give him what he wants, you sink down on his cock. he doesn’t resist, just lies there, letting you do whatever you want to him. you choose the pace, the movements you make, the what your hands do, what his hands can do. you control it entirely.

you chose to pin his arms above his head, fondling his chest with the other. using your thumb to play with one of his nipples.

“im not sure if you’re more obsessed with marking me or touching my chest.”

you smirk, “all i’m saying is,” you pause to slow down and catch your breath, “these? half the reason you’re under me right now.”

“oh really?”

“for sure, mommy,” you say with a laugh, “but honestly? i just love every part of you, these included. forgive me if i’m handsy.”

“no can do- i really… really like it when you get handsy. makes me feel like,” his voice cracks, you can see just how worked up he’s gotten, “like i’m desired. like my body is good enough for you.”

what always gets him to shut up without him knowing what you’re doing is spelling his name with your movements when you ride him, but you don’t forget to whisper in his ear about how perfect his body is and how perfect he is.

“i just- i really love you. you’re perfect to me, too,” he whimpers as he moans, closer and closer, “i want you forever. i want you- you to love me forever.”

“you can have me forever, and i absolutely will,” you smile, “do you wanna cum, baby?” he nods frantically, “okay, okay, you can cum. think about how good i make you feel, how safe it feels to be in my room, under me. give me all your trust, and i will never let you go.”

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[lovingonrepeat]

Reverb // Lee Taeyong

Part seventeen of my Kinktober // NCT 2020 Project

DAY 17: Taeyong + studio sex → “Think you can handle that much?” / “I see the gift I got you fits well.”

Word count: 1.6k || Genre: smut

Warnings: femdom, studio sex, vibrators, butt plugs, teasing, pegging mention

This work is completely fictional. Feedback is welcome. Hate will be blocked. Thank you!

Can you come over?

You smile to yourself as you read the text message from Taeyong. He was at the studio working on a song, one that he had said would probably take all night. You understood his situation and how important his music was to him, and you would never impose yourself on him or do anything that would distract him from his creative process.

That is, until today. Before he went to the studio, he asked you to give him something 'so he'd be thinking of you while he worked'. You had been a little hesitant but complied anyway, giving him what he asked for easily. You weren't really able to say no to Taeyong when he asked you so sweetly, big round eyes and cute pout directed your way.

You weren't sure you were gonna hear from him after that, but you should've known better. He should've known better, and should've known that he wasn't gonna last the night without getting distracted and needy.

Before you even get the chance to respond to his text, another one comes in.

I need you.

That's all the convincing you need to get your things together in your bag and make your way over to the studio. The staff at SM knew you by face already, so you were able to get into the building and make it to his studio fairly quickly. You would be lying if you said that you weren't a little excited, eager to see the state he worked himself up into for you.

You enter the studio quietly, not wanting to disturb him as you hear the music play. His recorded humming fills the room, his baseline for creating a new melody that will soon be replaced by lyrics. But you don't see your boyfriend, his colored hair and bright eyes nowhere to be found.

You walk deeper into the room, smiling at the lyric sheet he scribbled all over, before you finally see him. He's in the vocal booth, but it doesn't take a sound engineer to know that he's not working on his song at the moment.

You can only see his upper body from your spot at the engineer's board, but that's all you need to know exactly what he's up to. His eyes are closed lightly, head tiled backwards and lips parted. You can see his arm moving and reaching behind himself, and from the way he's leaning forward on the music stand in front of him, it's obvious he's entertaining himself with your gift.

He's completely unaware of your presence, too busy loss in bliss to notice, and you use it to your advantage. You watch him through the viewing window, not wanting to miss a single moment of the show while you rummage through your bag, removing the necessary items as you enjoy the sight of your boyfriend and get yourself ready.

When everything's in order, you press a button, opening the mic between you and the booth so Taeyong is able to hear you through the soundproofed rooms.

"Looks like someone missed me," you say tauntingly, not able to help the smile that creeps onto your face.

He seems slightly startled by your voice echoing in the booth, but it doesn't affect him too much. He looks up at you through the window, heavy eyes working to focus on your figure. There's not much he can make out of you through the viewing window either, but he sees all he needs to when he notices you're just in your bra.

"I'm gonna turn your mic on so I can hear you," you tell him. "Okay?"

He nods faintly. You hit another button, opening the mic channel and allowing him to communicate back to you. The room fills with the sound of his panting, loud and raspy, and you have to refrain from groaning at the sound of it.

"I'll ask again," you say. "Did you miss me?"

He moans at your question, the sound reverberating through the room. His voice is hoarse when he speaks.

"So much," he manages to get out. "Missed you so much. Please."

"Do you want me to join you in the booth?"

"Please."

He pouts at you with those perfect lips, slightly swollen from biting them, and you can't find it in yourself to say no to him.

You waste no time crossing the room and opening the door to the booth, letting it click shut behind you as you enter the threshold. Taeyong barely even gets the chance to see you before he's groaning right into the mic. You're there in your bra and jeans, but he can't miss the outline of your strap on underneath the denim.

You can't help but be just as affected by the sight of him. His skin is glistening from sweat, his tank top hanging around him loosely as he stands there in his boxers. You can see the way he's staining against the material, painfully hard despite not being touched yet.

He knows better than to move, and he waits until you come up behind him, kissing against his shoulder as he melts into you. You lick along his salty skin, reveling in the way his body quivers.

"I missed you too," you tell him, punctuating your words with a nip to his shoulder blade that has him gasping.

"Wanna show me what's got you so worked up?" You ask, and he wastes no time in obeying.

You move back to give him the space to pull his underwear down, discarding them in a forgotten corner of the booth. You crouch down to get a better look, and he whines, feeling so vulnerable under your gaze.

"I see the gift I got fits you well," you say, admiring the shiny butt plug your boyfriend had asked you to put in him before he left for the night.

"Is that what has you so worked up?"

"Yes."

"And why is that?"

"I feel it every time I move."

"Well, you didn't have to turn the vibrations on, babe," you say, laughing at him. If you were being honest, you didn't even know this toy had a vibrating feature, but obviously Taeyong had studied it better than you had.

He starts to respond, but the words die in his throat, turning into a whimper instead as you reach up and tap the base of the toy. His whole body jerks in response, his knees almost giving out as he drapes his body weight against the music stand in front of him. You sit up and wrap your free arm around his torso to support him, but he can't focus on much more than your touch against the plug, and your skin so close to his dick.

"It feels better this way," he manages to gasp out, voice hiccupping with every tap of your fingers.

"Does it feel even better this way?" You ask, unlooping your arm from around his torso and grabbing his neglected dick.

He cries out at the feeling, tightening his grip on the stand as the pleasure crashes over him. He manages to whimper out a strained yes between the moans echoing in the booth, and you can't help but smile at it. He's just so perfect, so pliant and good and sensitive and needy. You don't know how you managed to get a guy as sweet and caring and wonderful as Taeyong, but you thank whatever higher power there is for him daily.

You stand up, pressing your front against his back as you stroke him slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him with the plug still vibrating inside of him. You kiss along his shoulder, moving up his neck to his ear. You bite at the shell of it, reveling in the shiver that coursed through his body.

"I think it'd feel even better with my dick in you though. Wouldn't it, baby?"

"Oh God, yes."

You chuckle in his ear, and you can't help yourself from rolling your hips into him, grinding your denim covered bulge against his ass, pushing the plug into him even deeper. The sound he releases is almost a sob, broken and desperate as the anticipation kills him.

You move away, and before he even gets a chance to ask where you're going, you leave the booth. He watches you with wide eyes through the viewing window as you walk back to the engineer's board, looking around at the controls for a minute before clicking a couple things on the computer and pressing a button. You return to the vocal booth, grabbing the lube bottle you brought from your pocket and removing your jeans before closing the door behind you. You uncap the bottle and pour some in your hand, slicking up the silicone as you walk back to him slowly.

His eyes are glued to your hand, to the way you're moving against the toy, and how he so desperately wishes it was him you were touching instead. But he's also focused on the toy; it's a new one he hasn't seen before, with a color that matches the plug he's wearing perfectly, and it's bigger than what he usually takes.

"Something told me you'd be extra needy," you whisper to him. "Think you can handle that much?"

He nods furiously, chuckling a little bit at his own admission, embarrassment filling him as his cheeks heat up. You laugh too, bringing him in for a kiss and loving the way his smile feels against your own. Before you pull away from the kiss though, you speak against his lips.

"Your mic is recording, Taeyong. So be a good boy for me and turn around so I can take that plug out and fuck you. And don't forget, let me hear you."

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[capriccio-con-espressione]

Hotspot | Pt.2 (Sheepish)

Genre: Smut 

Word Count: 2739

Warning: Sub!Yangyang, (Hard)Dom!Reader, Femdom, Degradation, Profanity, Edging, Overstimulation, Humiliation (Slight exhibitionism), Hair pulling, Light face slapping (where reader is being attentive), Spanking, Gagging (Pet muzzle), Vibrating butt plug, Pet play, Leaving marks, Bondage (Pet anchor), Neglect play, Pegging, Fake cum (YY chokes on it askghkdjs), YY cries lol

A/N: Happy sort of belated birthday to our bratty Yangyang! I hope this feeds the painstaking lack of sub!Yangyang smut on this app! Fellow doms (esp if you are a hard one) enjoy!

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  “Now what?” Yangyang grins upon locking the door to your usual playroom, yet despite his cheeky attitude, you can see how his expressions begin to falter as he sees the full-fledged equipment on display on the bed.

  "What? Use your smart ass brain to think yourself, brat." You hiss. "You know what's coming, strip."

  "Why should I?" Yangyang pouts.

  "Don't make me force you. You're smart enough to know that you shouldn't test my patience, hmm?" You coldly demand as you hand him the garments he’s going to wear during the play. “Remember the spankings you owe me?” You tease his chin with the paddle that you know which intimidates him so much as he gulps with somehow anticipation and fear while busy sliding clothes off.

  “O-o-of course.” Yangyang stutters, “But why this?” He motions at the white mesh undershirt you’re handing him, which is decorated with a few white fabric flowers that slightly resemble splotches of wool on it.

  “Aren’t you Mistress’ Slutty Little Lamb?” You smirk knowingly, while helping him slide the mesh over his head. “You need to be well-prepped for the play later that is going to make you hot and bothered like the hotspot you already are…” 

  “Ugghhh.” Yangyang facepalms at the thought of the embarrassing SSID you just made him change and all the humiliation he had just endured. “No way you’re making me feel like that when you’re being this heartlessly cruel on me-”

  “Oh really?” You cock your eyebrow as you’re palming his crotch, making the smart-mouthed boy gasp in response. “Already visibly hard just putting this fabric on, I find it hard to believe that you don’t like what’s coming next.”

  You then insert the white furry tail plug inside him after some profuse lubing, before commanding him to get on his knees, securing the white choker and chain on him and giving it a firm tug.

  “Now you’d better sit and behave like a sheepish little lamb you should be or otherwise there’d be more consequences-”

  “Consequences of what? More spankings? Is that the only type of punishment you can only think of?” Yangyang’s eyes gleams with defiance while he sneers. “Why would you think I would let you boss me around just because now you have me dressed in this stupid attire?”

  You shake your head in disappointment, “I thought I could go easier on you this time, brat. “ You hiss while giving a firm tug from the roots of the boy’s hair. “Guess the humiliation play on the SSID wasn’t enough, huh?”

  “So what exactly is the consequence, huh, O Mistress?” Yangyang still retorts with a smirk despite his wincing from your pull. “Bet you could never come up with a better one other than a spanking- hngghh!”

  Yangyang’s riposte is cut short by a slap across his face, with your other hand cradling the other side of his cheek as a secure, exactly like you two had agreed on. “Now you’ve wasted your chance of winning my gentleness.” You purr menancingly into the boy’s ear while still pulling on the chain. “You want to be a sharp-tongued brat? Go ahead and be one then even with this on.”

  You reach for the pet muzzle and white leather handcuffs hidden under the sheets on the bed, after taking a mental note to thank yourself for hiding it beforehand to win over that bratty boy, you immediately secure them around his snout and wrists, rendering him into a whiny struggling mess, glaring up at you.

  “Well?” You grin as you pull hard on the chain, forcing the boy to crawl forward in a pathetically restrained manner. “Are you satisfied with this little punishment now? My cocky little brat?”

  You then command him to follow your lead, to the silver wall anchor designated for this session and make a quick effort securing the chain to it, before dishing out another pair of handcuffs, cuffing both Yangyang’s hands to his ankles, and looking back to his indignant stare.

  “Aww no use glaring at me like that, you untamed little brat.” You smirk knowingly. Just then a notification popped up on your phone, it’s from your staff team groupchat, and your supervisor has tagged you in it, in order to ask you about the details of upcoming projects of new shootings.

  “What a pleasant surprise,” You simper while waving your phone at Yangyang. “Somehow I need to answer something important, and you’d better wait up-” A jolt goes through Yangyang’s body as he lets out a weak whimper and crumbles back on his knees. “Because I conveniently forgot to remind you, that this fucking plug fucking vibrates.” You smirk while turning the vibrations to the lowest settings via your phone app to tease the boy, before hopping on the bed far enough that the boy can never reach, and going back to your phone to make discussions with your supervisor.

  In just a few minutes, Yangyang is soon trapped in a haze of unfulfilled lust, the vibrator doing vicious tricks to his sweetest spot, yet he can’t fuss with his voice and words as usual to win your attention and make you do something about it. All he can do now is to fuck his dick against the soft mattress-covered side of the bed, his head hanging on the edge of it to stare at your focused form, eyes filled with frustration.

  But you soon noticed his misbehavior with the continuous rocking of the bed. “Stop it, you perverted little brat.” You come down from the bed to make a few more ties of the chain on the anchor to make him unable to reach the bed, obviously annoyed. “You are making me unable to focus on my job.” You icily state as you switch up the vibrator to the medium settings, making the boy arch his back and lower his head, with his cock twitching vulnerably, in response. “Dare to get yourself off without my permission earns more fucked-out rounds for you, understand, you fucking little bratty lamb?”

  You try hard to focus on responding to your supervisor’s demanding questions in time and with ease without the little snorts and pathetic noises Yangyang makes beside you to have any effect on your functioning rationality. Just when waiting for the response from the groupchat, you see the sinful sight of Yangyang fidgeting and pacing on the floor, giving you the most pleading and vulnerable look he’s ever gave you, the look so meek and cute which would’ve granted him sooner release if he’d always been this obedient. Internally giving yourself a gleeful smile of triumph, you originally decide to have your way with the suffering boy underneath. But then another message from your fellow colleague, who is also one of your best friends in the work field, happens to leap onto your screen. most likely complaining about the disparity of distribution of workload, and somehow this gives you another devilish idea to torture the smart-mouthed boy now pitifully leaking and moaning beside you.

  “Want some release, huh naughty boy?” You smirk down at him, as Yangyang fervently yet shakily nods. “If you want to cum, you’d better keep your voice down so you don’t embarrass yourself, brat.” You hiss before turning to voice call your colleague via the messaging app, making Yangyang’s body jump with warning.

  Streams of complaints soon begin to flow from the other side of your phone as you pretend to be fully attentive, yet your hand is drawing circles on the tip of Yangyang’s dripping length viciously slow, as the boy can do nothing but furrow his brows, indulging in the feeling but also refraining hard to not make any form of noise.

  Just when you and your colleague are too centered on picking out the wrongdoings of your supervisor, you can tell from the expressions of your boy that he’s close to his release, so you suddenly slip your hand away from Yangyang’s throbbing cock, making the boy whimper out loud of loss in response. Mortified by the sound he makes, he intends to back away, yet you just scoot even closer to him, simpering at his mishap.

  And of course, that sound didn’t go unnoticed by your friend, as she inquires about the whatabouts of it, while you just leisurely replies it’s just a loud grunt someone makes whist chit-chattering outside your window as if your other hand isn’t stained with your boyfriend’s pre-cum right now.

  The adding humiliation is making Yangyang blushing, sweating and radiating with heat of arousal, yet his inability to speak, move or even whine out is a plus-one to the exhilaration of the whole thing. Just when he thinks he’s going to combust due to the opprobrium, thankfully your friend decides to hang up and leave the playtime for the two of you.

  “Isn’t that fun?” You knowingly grin as you’re pumping his length teasingly slow. "You finally get to pay for trying to fluster me in public so many times?" You mockingly inquire as you lean closer to him. “Say, do you truly want to cum?” 

  The boy pitifully nods again but is soon held back by you grasping on his shoulder and a motion of shush. “Okay okay I get it, but you would’ve looked much more beautiful cumming whilst getting fucked like an animal and punished like a bad little boy…now bend over” You devilishly grin as you reach for the paddle and take out the plug, making the boy whine out at the sense of loss, as you press down on his back, rendering him into an ass-up position.

  “Since you can’t count with your snout secured like that…how about you count out every spank with the movements of your butt? Hmm? Isn’t that a unique kind of punishment, you bratty little lamb?” You sneer as you’re tapping the paddle on his ass, hand still pressing hard down on his back. “Looks like I am able to conjure up with other forms of punishment aside from spanking judging from what you just endured huh? Now count until 40.”

  You then land a loud snap on his rear, as Yangyang, now desperate to end the ordeal, can do nothing but swivel his ass in a vertical movement, as if writing the number 1. “What a good little lamb...” You compliment as you land another smack on him, as your boyfriend soon writes the number 2 with his rear in response, while your hand comes down to soothe his rear that starts to reddishly glow, and plays with his cock from time to time.

  Spank after spank is Yangyang getting tearier and more humiliated, the sense of sting and restraints overwhelming him as you can’t help but kiss away the trickles of salty liquid. Finally reaching the fortieth spank, without much protest from your boyfriend, surprisingly, you decide to give him some physical pleasure he deserves.

  “Finally remorseful for talking back and being a nuisance, huh?” You inquire coquettishly while combing your fingers through his hair to comfort him down, at least a little. “Now, shall I fuck and pleasure your every possible orifice like an insatiable little lamb you are now hmm?”

  You quickly equip yourself with your squirting strap-on before releasing the muzzle off Yangyang’s face, just to immediately slam the dildo into his mouth. “Slick my cock that I am going to fuck you with with that filthy mouth of yours.” You gleefully command. “I’m gonna cleanse that brattiness out of my precious little lamb until he’s sorry and there’s no trace of it…” You smirk in delight as you resume fucking his face.

  Tears threaten to stream down Yangyang’s face again as you are roughing his mouth up while grabbing his head close to you, whilst attentively looking for any signs of distress or the safety gesture Yangyang would use if it’s going too much. After making sure there’s no warning signs from the boy, you decide to press onto the balls on the dildo to release some of the fake cum you had loaded in it beforehand, making the boy messily cough out in response as his mouth is filled with the lewd edible white liquid.

  “Such a filthy yet beautiful sight to see…” You praise the boy as you give him gentle headpats as he’s recovering from the choke. “Now, should I get to fuck the horny ass of my cute little lamb, hmm?”

  Not waiting for your boy to respond, you immediately grab your dark red lipstick with you, putting a generous shade of it on, holding it for later purposes as you begin thrusting into him after some necessary lubing again. Soon slick skin slapping sounds and Yangyang’s moans echo in the room, as you start bending down and kissing him on his sweetest sensitive spots, leaving red marks behind, as if claiming your precious boy yours.

  “Look at you, moaning and melting beneath my thrusts like this, you are truly a slutty little lamb aren’t you?”

  “No-ahh!” Yangyang’s retort is cut short by a harsh slap on his ass again.

  “No? Then I’m afraid this hard thing wouldn’t be granted any release too soon…” You mock disappointment in your voice.

  “Hannhh no… please I’m your little slut okay...your...hahhh,,,your little slutty lamb...mmmphh…” 

  “That’s my precious little lamb…” You compliment again as you toy with the hem of the mesh a couple of times, just to pool it at his shoulders to reveal his bare torso, and then you uncap your dark red lipstick, writing “Mistress’ Slutty Little Lamb” on his body, before leaning down to plant a kiss on his shoulder again and stroking his cock, while resuming pounding into him hard.

  You notice Yangyang is nearing his climax when his breathing accelerates into a ragged pattern. “Beg, my pretty little lamb, beg. Why is my smart-mouthed brat lost of words now?” 

  “Please, Mistress, make me cum...pleeaasseee…”

  “Good boy…” You coo as you fervently give him a few generous pumps, allowing hot spurts of white shoots ejaculating out of his cock. But while Yangyang thinks he’s escaped the ordeal, he doesn’t realize what you still have in store of him until he finds that your hand is still vehemently pumping his cock.

  Pain soon invades his body as his attempts to struggle away from your firm grip are proved futile. “I thought you said you want me to make you cum, isn’t it, my cute little lamb?” You chortle out ruthlessly.

  “Nonononono not like this…” Yangyang stammers out.

  “So you promise you would never talk back to me anymore?”

  “Y-yes for God’s sake!”   “You promise you would never ever try to make lame sexual jokes and attempt to fluster me in public?”

  “Yes p-please stop…” Yangyang practically wails out as he feels his next orgasm mixed with pain is nearing him.

  “You sure you would be my good little slutty pet lamb and only for me to use and play with?”

  “Y-yesss anything! P-pleeasseee!” Yangyang sobs as his whole body quivers at the overwhelming pleasure and affliction, as you finally grant him the second release that shudders through his whole body.

  “Finally, our sharp-tongued brat has learned his lesson, hasn’t he? Hmm? My sweetie boy…” You coo as you give gentle rubs on his head as Yangyang gradually comes down from his high, his breathing dropping back to normal again.

  “Why is my Mistress this cruel…” Yangyang meekly sobs while he leans into your chest, basking into the warmth of it.

  “Yet you love it,” You retort. “and plus you’re being the defiant one first here I’m-”

  “Shhh we’ve already spent most of our time having heated arguments, why should we ruin this perfect afterglow moment with those stupid fights?” Yangyang grins while still nuzzling your chest, making you feel absolutely fulfilled. “Save the bickering for later lol.”

  “Instant recovery, huh?” You can’t help but remark as you savor the moments of bliss where Yangyang is finally being a meek obedient boy nestled on your chest. As you are undoing his restraints, Yangyang asks, “What did you write on my back?”

  “Of course, your first SSID I made you change.” 

  “Ugghh you bossy...nevermind save that for later.” Yangyang bites back his riposte as he cuddles up close to you on the bed.

  You smile while embracing your now cutesy little lamb, glad that there’s finally a moment of peace and truce between you two. 

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Tagging: @wildernessuntothemselves​ because she’s Yangyang biased lmao

[fairyhwngs]

❝ All To Myself ❞

› pairing - jacob bae x fem!reader

› genre - smut; suggestive

› word count - 0.7k

› summary - you think it's fun to tease jacob a bit in front of his group members.

› warnings - sub!jacob, dom!reader, slight degradation, slight exhibitionism, jacob seems uncomfy at first but gives reader verbal consent

› a/n - sorry this took me so long to write and it feels like it's not even that good 😭 but i hope you still enjoy reading it!!

requested by my lovely mutual @lxveshotaro

"y/n, stop." jacob whispers, breath hitching as your hand slides further up his thigh.

"stop what?" you pout, feigning confusion.

you'd been been pretty handsy with jacob for the past hour but you didn't expect the poor boy to get so turned on in front of all of his members. you couldn't resist teasing him just a bit more.

"please," he leans further into you, "not in front of everyone."

"but baby, i've barely done anything and you're already so hard..it seems to me like you're really enjoying this." you tease, hand stopping right next to his bulge.

he bites his lip to contain the whine that threatens to spill from his lips before quickly trying to gain his composure so he doesn't seem off. key word, trying.

"cobbie-hyung are you okay?" hyunjae asks, turning everyone's attention towards you two.

"i- um i actually don't feel that well, i'm gonna go to the bathroom!" he exclaims, standing up and heading straight for the bathroom.

"i hope he's okay," you get up, excusing yourself along with jacob, "i'll go check on him."

you shut the door to the bathroom after entering right behind your boyfriend and turn to face him. it's not until taking a good look at him in this lighting do you realize what a mess he is; clothes disheveled and face all red and sweating. not to mention the very prominent tent in his jeans.

"y/n, can we please just go home?" he quickly asks, looking up at you with his cute puppy eyes. even so you can't just give him what he wants right away.

"tsk, you know that's not how you address me, baby."

"b-but the guys are right outside." his voice lowers to almost a whisper.

"i don't care." you reply simply.

"miss," he whispers, "please?"

you ignore his request and instead push him to lean back against the counter before reaching to unzip his pants.

"y/n- what..?" jacob grabs your wrist to stop you but you just shake it off and continue.

"that's not how you address me, jacob. one more slip up and i'll have to punish you." you warn.

"you're okay with this, right?" you halt your movements to make sure jacob is comfortable with what you're doing.

"yes ma'am." he confirms with a nod.

"good"

"i mean we could go home and have fun," you tease, "but this is more fun, isn't it?" you slip your hand past his boxers to stroke him.

"me playing with you while all your group members are right outside the door."

jacob lets out a whimper before bringing a hand up to cover his mouth while staring at you with wide eyes.

"shh, cobbie. don't want them to hear you, do you? or is that exactly what you want? i bet you're hoping someone has their ear pressed against to door right now, listening to how pathetic you sound."

he whines and bucks his hips up as you speed up the movements of your hand.

"m-miss," he breathes out, moving his head to the crook of your neck. "i'm g-gonna cum if you keep-"

"what? if i keep telling you how dirty you are? it's only true, isn't it?"

"nghh- please!"

his hips begin moving sporadically and right before he's able to feel relief, you pull your hand away, ruining his sweet high.

"no! why did you-" he looks at you in panic.

"shhh, baby. it's okay," you start, softly running your fingers through his hair, "not here. we're gonna go home like you wanted. then, i'll have you all to myself."

you zip his pants up before fixing the rest of his appearance (as best as you could) and make your way out of the restroom and through the living room towards the front door.

"jacob isn't feeling well, so i'm gonna take him home, feed him and give him some medicine. hopefully it's nothing major and he'll be better by tomorrow." you make up an excuse to take the brunette boy holding your hand home.

"oh, well i hope you feel better hyung!" kevin says and the rest nod their heads in agreement.

you quickly say your goodbyes and drag jacob to your car, ready to get home and have your way with him.

"cobbie-hyung is totally getting the strap tonight." sunwoo says after you close the door.

"ya!" sangyeon grabs a pillow, chucking it at the boy wearing a mischievous smile.

[sunsetlixie]

Take Care of You- Felix/reader smut

Felix wants to try being dominated, and you’re more than willing to indulge.

sub!felix and dom!female reader

word count: 4,759

warnings: none? just typical smut things (language, generally dirty shit) and also this isn’t really a warning but Felix has a mommy kink in this lol

A/N- this is my first time ever posting on tumblr so the layout may be kind of weird?? this is also the first skz smut ive written so hopefully it isn’t terrible!! also i’m thinking about turning this into a multiple part thing if people actually like it!!

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Felix had gotten done with a long day at the studio and he was in a weird mood. You two were lying in bed watching a show, and Felix was cuddled up to your side, playing with one of your hands distractedly. Now, your boyfriend was always very affectionate, even with his friends. That’s just who he is, he enjoys physical contact with people. But tonight he was being downright clingy. From the second he got home he was all over you, hugging you from behind in the kitchen while you made dinner, following you everywhere you went, sitting right next to you on the floor while you worked on school work at your desk. Now that you’d settled in for the night, he was trying to be as close to you as possible, every time you shifted positions he’d go with you so you kept touching. Now he readjusted himself so his head was on your chest and one of his legs was thrown over yours, and you sighed as he nuzzled his head into your chest, obviously wanting your attention.

“What’s up tonight Lix?” you asked, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair. You felt him shiver as you pushed your hand through his blonde locks, and he shut his eyes for a moment.

“What do you mean?” he asked quietly.

“You’re being very...affectionate tonight, more than usual.”

“I just want to be close to you,” he said, opening his eyes again and looking up at you. You smiled back at him when you saw his cute little face, his cheeks slightly red and his hair disheveled from you messing with it.

“Okay, just making sure nothing’s wrong,” you said, leaning down to rest your head on top of his. Sometimes when Felix was upset, he would be extra cuddly and clingy.

“Nope, nothing’s wrong,” he said, turning his attention back to the tv. You weren’t convinced though, because after a while you were starting to notice Felix getting fidgety, shifting his position frequently and squirming a bit. You noticed his discomfort and thought for a second that maybe he wasn’t feeling well, which made you worry again that something was wrong.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting a little strange,” you said, turning down the tv and looking down at your boyfriend. Felix brought a hand up to wipe tiredly at his eyes, shaking his head.

“I’m fine, I just,” he started, ending his sentence with a sigh.

“Just what? Did something happen today?” you asked worriedly.

“No! No, today was fine.”

“Then why are you upset?”

“I’m not upset, y/n, it’s just,” he started, looking away from you. You grabbed his hand to reassure him. “I just wanted to talk to you about something,” he said quietly. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” you asked.

“Well it’s kind of...it’s kind of embarrassing,” he admitted, bringing his hands up to hide his face.

“What do you mean?” you asked, reaching up and pulling his hands off of his reddening face.

“I don’t know, it’s just embarrassing to talk about,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed talking to me about anything, baby, I’m not going to judge you.” you said gently.

“I know, it’s just...I don’t want you to think I’m weird,” he said.

“You’re starting to freak me out, just tell me.” you laughed. Felix smiled nervously.

“I saw something and I want to try it,” he said, playing with his hands anxiously.

“What was it?” you asked. He bit his lip and looked down at his hands.

“Well it was a video, like a...you know,” he said. You smiled at his confession, he was so cute when he was nervous.

“What did the people in the video do?” you asked quietly, looking at him as he continued not making eye contact.

“Ugh, I hate talking about this, it’s so embarrassing,” he said, yet again burying his head in his hands.

“Why don’t you show me the video?” you asked. Felix’s eyes widened.

“You mean like, we watch it together?” he asked. You nodded.

“How am I supposed to know what they did in the video if I haven’t seen it?”

“O-okay,” Felix said, reaching over and grabbing his phone off the bedside table. Anticipation rose in your chest as he opened his browser and typed in the url to a very nsfw website. He eyed you nervously as the website loaded and you nodded to him, telling him it was okay to continue. He typed in a few words and pulled up a video titled “mommy takes care of her baby boy.” Your eyes widened in shock at the title, it was not at all what you were expecting him to pull up. Felix noticed your expression and threw his phone down on the bed, bringing his hands back up to cover his face in embarrassment.

“I knew you were going to think it’s weird. Forget about it, nevermind,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his hands. You reached up and pulled his hands away from his face, not wanting him to feel embarrassed asking you to try something new.

“Hey. Look at me,” you said gently, tilting his chin so he was looking you in the eye. “I don’t think it’s weird. I never said that. I was just surprised is all. If this is something that you really want to try then I’m more than willing to try it with you,” you assured him. He swallowed harshly and broke eye contact again.

“I don’t know, this is so awkward, y/n. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’ve told you before, anything you want to try is fine with me. I don’t want you to be embarrassed about what you’re into.” You reached over and grabbed his phone off the bed, the video still on the screen. You looked at Felix, asking silent permission to press play. He gave a small nod and you tapped the screen to play the video, holding the phone so both of you could see. It began pretty slow, and you tried to pay close attention to everything happening in the video so you knew exactly what your boyfriend wanted from you. In the video the girl was in control, which was something new. Usually sex with Felix was pretty tame, neither of you were more dominant or submissive, it kind of just happened. The idea of being a dom both scared you and thrilled you, making your chest tight with anxiety and excitement. The girl in the video worked slowly and teasingly, making her sub whine underneath her. The idea of having that control over Felix awoke something inside you that you’d never felt before, and you were suddenly so so glad that he brought this up. Felix again looked at you nervously out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t look back, too busy observing what was happening in the video. The way that the sub was squirming and begging by the end of the video made you feel something indescribable. You mindlessly trailed your hand up and down your boyfriend’s thigh as you watched the video. It should have felt awkward to just sit and watch that with him, but you were so encapsulated by what was happening in the video that it didn’t feel weird at all. You finally looked over at Felix towards the end and saw how red his face was, his hands shoved between his thighs and his eyes focused on the screen in front of you. He looked up from the video for a second, making quick eye contact before diverting his eyes again.

“I never knew you were into this kind of thing, Lix” you said in a low voice.

“I honestly didn’t know either until I saw this video and then I couldn’t stop imagining she was you,” he admitted. You smiled at his words, looking back to the video just as it was ending. You closed out the app and set his phone down, tightening your grip on his thigh.

“I don’t know anything about this so I might not be very great at it,” you warned him.

“I’m just so happy that you’re willing to try it, y/n, I don’t even care,” he promised. You smiled and shifted your position so you could look your boyfriend in the eyes, nervous energy building up inside you. You reached up and brushed Felix’s hair away from his red face, smirking while holding eye contact with his desperate eyes.

“So you want to be taken care of baby?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch and sighed quietly.

“Yes,” he whispered, cheeks still burning red from embarrassment. You pinched one of his cheeks and he flinched a little.

“I think I can do that,” you said, trailing your hand from his face down to his chest and tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I’m gonna need you to take this off for me,” you said. He nodded and hastily sat up to pull the shirt over his head. You sat back for a moment and admired his body, his flat stomach and small frame glowing in the light.

“You’re staring,” he giggled, crossing his arms over his chest. You shook your head and reached out to grab one of his arms and pull it away from his chest.

“You’re just so pretty, let me look at you,” you cooed. He blushed as he set his arms to his sides and looked away.

“Why are you being shy? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” you questioned.

“Just feels different, I dont know,” Felix replied, shifting his position.

“Relax, baby. Let me take care of you.” You scooted closer to your boyfriend so you were in front of him and you pushed gently on his shoulders, giving him the hint to lie back on the bed. You watched him fall slowly and smiled at how pretty he looked all laid out for you. You sat next to him and ran a hand over the expanse of his chest, sending shivers through his body with your gentle touch. Your hand grazed lightly over his sensitive nipples and he arched his back, leaning into your touch. You knew this was a weak spot for your boyfriend, and you were going to use that to your advantage. You ran your hand back over the spot, lightly squeezing one of the buds between your fingers as Felix let out a soft whine. You were already enjoying the feeling of having him squirm under your touch, and you think you could definitely get used to this. You slowly leaned down and licked gently over one of his nipples, pulling away and blowing air on the spot you had just wet. Your boyfriend shivered at the cold sensation and you smiled at the look of lust and frustration building up in his face. You were never this slow with him and you knew it was killing him. You repeated your actions on the other nipple and then lightly bit down on the sensitive skin, causing Felix to let out a surprised “oh!” that quickly turned into a soft moan. You moved your lips again, kissing up his chest and onto his neck, before you swung a leg over him so you were straddling his lying body. You sat on his lower stomach, paying no attention to the buldge in his pants. He slightly shifted his hips up, looking for friction, but you weren’t giving it to him yet, you were making him wait. You leaned down and continued kissing up his neck, sucking a mark behind his ear.

“Y/nnnnn... you can’t do that,” Felix said, shifting away from where your mouth met his neck.

“Why not?” you asked innocently, although you already knew that he got shy about the boys seeing him marked up.

“Don’t want people to see...embarrassing,” he whined. You leaned down and brushed your lips against his ear, whispering in a low tone.

“You don’t want people to know who you belong to? You don’t want them to know that you’re here, lying down for me and letting me have my way with you?” you teased. Felix groaned at your words as you moved down, sucking another mark below his collarbone. You’d done this before, so you knew he wasn’t actually going to get upset- you would never do anything he wasn’t okay with. Felix’s breathing grew ragged, inhaling shaky breaths and exhaling quiet whines. The little noises he was making were turning you on incredibly, and part of you wanted to stop the teasing and just go at it. But this is how they did it in the video, and Felix seemed to be enjoying it, so you continued. You continued to leave wet kisses up and down his neck and chest area, moving up to his face but avoiding his lips. He bit down on his bottom lip, and you could tell he was trying really hard to hold himself back and be patient. You decided to reward him, finally pressing your lips to his. He relaxed into the kiss and immediately tried to push his tongue into your mouth, causing you to pull away for a moment.

“Eager, are we?” you smirked. He whined again at the loss of contact.

“You’re teasing,” he said, a small pout forming on his face.

“I get to do that, baby, I’m in charge,” you said, trailing a finger down his chest. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” you smiled sweetly.

“Can you please just kiss me?” he asked, his tone desperate and slightly bratty. You raised an eyebrow at his sudden change in behavior.

“I will this time, but cut the attitude in the future.” Felix gulped at your dominant tone but couldn’t reply as you pressed your lips back to his. He let you set the pace this time, and as much as you wanted to go agonizingly slow, at this point you were already too worked up to keep teasing. Deepening the kiss after a moment, you brought a hand up to tug at Felix’s hair, something you’d recently discovered he really enjoyed. He moaned softly into the kiss as you pulled at his blond locks, holding his head in place. Your teeth bit down and dug into his bottom lip gently, enough to draw a quiet moan from his mouth but not enough to draw blood. You pulled away, a string of saliva hanging between your lips. Felix looked up at you, blown out pupils filled with desperation.

“You look so pretty, baby boy,” his hips bucked up at your words, his face growing impossibly redder. “What is it? Do you like it when I tell you you’re pretty? Or when I call you baby boy?” you said, a teasing tone lacing your voice. He mumbled something quietly, but you couldn’t make out what he said. “Speak up Lix, I can’t hear you.”

“B-both,” he whispered. A smile crossed your face as he looked into your eyes longingly. You would never get over how cute he was when he was embarrassed.

“Awe, my baby boy likes to be praised, how cute,” you cooed, tracing your hand down the side of his face. Felix smiled shyly at your words, not breaking eye contact.

“You’ve been so patient for me, baby, do you think it’s time for me to reward you?” you asked. He nodded excitedly, but you weren’t giving him anything unless he used his words. “Words, sweetheart, tell me what you want.”

“Want you to- to reward me, I’ve been good,”

“How should I reward you?”

“Just touch me, please,”

“Touch you where? Here?” you asked, dragging a hand down his chest, which was now burning hot. He shook his head. “Here?” you asked, running your hand over the hickey you had given him, pressing your finger into the darkening bruise. He let out a soft whine but shook his head again.

“You’re going to have to tell me where, I’m not sure what you want.” You said, knowing damn well what he wanted from you but wanting to hear him say it himself. He groaned in frustration but spoke up.

“Down there, please, you know what I want,” he begged.

“Ohhh, you want me to touch you down here?” you asked, scooting down so you were now sitting on his thighs and bringing your fingers to the waistband of his pajama pants. He nodded eagerly as you toyed with the drawstring on the front of his pants.

“Beg.”

His eyes widened nervously at the dominant tone you were taking, it was something he definitely wasn’t used to. But this is what he wanted, so he had to play along.

“Please touch me, I need it, I’ve been so good for you mommy,” your breath hitched at the name, when you’d heard it in the video you thought it was a little weird, but now that it was coming out of Felix’s mouth it was the hottest thing in the world. He noticed your sharp inhale and looked at you worriedly. “Is it...is it okay if I call you that? I won’t if you don’t like it-“ he rambled.

“No baby, I love it. I really do.” you assured him. He smiled in relief as you leaned down to pull at the waistband of his pants. He lifted his hips so you could pull them down, repositioning yourself so you could pull his pants all the way off. His hard cock sprung up and smacked against his stomach, red and already leaking precum.

“So needy for me, aren’t you baby boy?” you said, taking in the sight of his naked body but not touching him yet. The power you felt was exhilarating, Felix fully nude and trembling under you, while you were fully clothed and in control. He nodded and you brought a hand down to his neglected member, but he reached out and stopped you before you could touch him. You raised an eyebrow and he used his other hand to grab at the hem of your shirt.

“Can you take this off? Please, wanna see you,” he asked, tugging gently at your soft cotton shirt. You smiled and reached down to grab the bottom of the shirt, beginning to pull it up over your head.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you replied, tossing the shirt to the side, your top half now bare as you hadn’t been wearing anything under the shirt. Felix eyed your chest, taking in the sight of your breasts that he loved so much. You thought about continuing to tease him by not letting him touch you, but you thought he’d had enough teasing for tonight. Besides, you were supposed to be taking care of him.

“You want to touch, baby boy?” you asked, already knowing what his response would be.

“Can I?”

“Go ahead,” you gave him permission, leaning forward to give him better access. He reached up and gently caressed your breasts, thumbing over your nipples. You arched your back in response to his touch, slightly grinding down where you were sitting on his legs. This was the first time you had been touched all night, and you hadn’t realized how much your body was aching for release. You didn’t let it go on too long, because tonight was about Felix. You leaned down once more to press a quick kiss to his lips before sitting back up and finally bringing a hand to his member. You slowly wrapped your hand around his girth and began to move it up and down at a teasingly slow pace, Felix arching up into your touch.

“Patience, baby boy,” you said, using your other hand to press his body back down into the mattress. “Let mommy take care of you, okay?” you said. Felix whined again but nodded in compliance, relaxing his body and placing his hands down at his sides. You slid your hand up over his slit, collecting the built up precum and using it as lubricant for your hand. Felix let out soft breathy moans every time you touched the head of his painfully hard dick, and you knew your pace was torturous for him, but you were going to see how long you could keep it up. As you stroked him slowly, you reached your other hand down and dipped it below the waistband of your sweatpants, dying for some relief of your own. Your fingers found their way to your clit and you rubbed slow circles at the same pace as your other hand was moving on Felix’s length.

“You’re so beautiful, seeing you like this made mommy so wet,” you whispered, making eye contact with your boyfriend as you pleasured both of you.

“Want to touch you too,” Felix whined, reaching out a hand towards your sweatpants that you still hadn’t removed. You took the hand off his length and swatted his hand away, as he whimpered at the denial and the loss of contact.

“Not now, baby, this is about you,” you hummed, grabbing his hand and placing it down on his stomach. You put your hand back on his dick, staying at the same pace. You knew it was killing him, but you weren’t going to speed up until he asked you to. The request came sooner than later, though, as Felix almost immediately groaned in an obvious attempt to tell you something was wrong.

“What’s wrong Lixie?” you asked, stopping your hand’s movement. He looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“Need more, faster,” he whined.

“Oh, is this not enough? You need more than what mommy is giving you? Good boys aren’t greedy, you know,” you said, resuming again at the slow pace. Felix’s eyes widened at your words as he scrambled to speak.

“N-No! No, I promise I’m a good boy, it just hurts, I’m sorry,” he pleaded. His voice tugged at your heart, you weren’t actually upset with him, you just wanted to tease him a little more. You suddenly sped up your pace without any warning, and Felix let out a strangled moan at your actions.

“Is this what you want?” you ask, stroking him at a quick pace and occasionally thumbing over his sensitive head. He nods, but you want to hear it.

“I said is this what you want?” you repeat, and he gets the hint.

“Yes mommy, fuck, so good,” he cries, the hand you placed on his stomach moving up to roam over his chest. He looks at you as if asking permission to touch himself, and you nod. His hand ghosts over his nipple before he brings it back and pinches it lightly, rolling the nub between his fingers and clenching his eyes shut. The sight is incredible, you can’t help but stare at the look of bliss and slight frustration on his face as he’s being touched by your hand and his own. You speed the pace of the hand you’re using to pleasure yourself, feeling yourself getting closer to release as you watch Felix bring his other hand to his chest, using both to lightly touch his sensitive nipples. Your hand on Felix stutters as you bring yourself to release, arching your back and moaning lowly. The relief washes over you and you enjoy it for just a moment before remembering the task at hand. You open your eyes to see Felix, eyes wide and staring at your blissed-out expression, mouth slightly open- which gives you an idea. You remove your hand from Felix’s member for a moment, and you also pull the hand that you’d been using on yourself out of your sweatpants, feeling Felix’s eyes on you as you bring your fluid soaked fingers to his mouth.

“Wanna taste?” you asked. He didn’t even bother to answer, eagerly taking your fingers into his mouth and sucking languidly. His tongue swirled around your digits for a moment as he looked straight into your eyes. You smiled brightly at him, pulling your fingers out of his mouth with a popping sound.

“Good boy,” you cooed, wiping the wet fingers on your sweatpants and leaning down to gently place a kiss on Felix’s forehead. “Now it’s all about you, okay? You’ve been so good for me, I think it’s time you get some relief too, do you agree?” you asked, sitting back up in the position you’d previously been in. Felix looked up at you, and you couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face, his naturally innocent appearance corrupted by his swollen lips and lust-blown eyes.

“Yes mommy,” he said, swallowing hard as you moved down in between his legs so you could lean down and give a small lick to the tip of his length. He shivered at the contact after you hadn’t touched him for a while, and you spit into your hand before wrapping it around the base of his dick. you lowered your mouth down onto his length, taking only the head into your mouth at first and sucking lightly. You slowly moved down his length, your hand working the part your mouth couldn’t reach. Felix moaned quietly, covering his mouth with his hand to muffle it. You pulled off of his dick with a lewd popping noise, sitting up to look him in the eye.

“Don’t hold back baby boy, i want to hear how good mommy makes you feel,” you said, and he let out a small whimper. You lowered your head to take him into your mouth again, this time setting a faster pace with your hand and your mouth working at the same time. Felix was overly sensitive from all of the teasing you’d put him through, so you knew he wouldn’t last long. You could really tell by the way he was trying his best to keep from bucking up into your mouth. You occasionally pulled up to suck lightly on just the tip, knowing how sensitive he was there. Felix let out a high pitched whine, signaling to you that he was about to finish, when you remembered how the video had ended. Usually, you would just let Felix finish in your mouth, but you had a different idea.

“Oh fuck, mommy, I’m gonna-“ he started, and you pulled your mouth off of his length, bringing him to his climax with only your hand, letting him spill all over his stomach with a loud strangled moan. Felix came down from his high breathing heavily, eyes closed and hands above his head. You smirked as you used a finger to scoop up the cum from his stomach, and he looked down at you confused for a moment before he realized what you were doing. You brought the finger up to his mouth, parting his lips with your thumb and sliding the digit between them so he could taste himself. This wasn’t something you’d done before, but it was how the video ended, so you thought you’d try it. Felix hummed around your finger as he sucked the liquid off it, swallowing his own fluids. When your finger was clean, you pulled it out of his mouth, again wiping it on your sweatpants and then bringing your hand up to caress Felix’s face before placing a gentle kiss to his swollen lips. You could feel him smile into the kiss before you pulled away, grabbing his discarded shirt and using it to wipe the rest of the cum off his stomach.

“Was that good, baby?” you asked, moving off of his legs so you could cuddle up against his side.

“Holy shit, y/n, that was amazing,” he said, his breathing still heavy and deep.

“I had no idea my baby boy was so kinky,” you teased, Felix’s face flushing red again as it had just calmed down.

“You don’t even know the half of it,” Felix mumbled, causing you to raise an eyebrow and sit up to look him in the eye.

“Really?” you asked. He nodded in response and you got excited just thinking about all the new things you’ll get to try with him. “You’ll have to show me sometime, but for now I think it’s time for you to sleep, you look exhausted,” you said, but by the time you finished your sentence, Felix was already drifting off into sleep.

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Idk if you're writing for him, I saw you mention him, but if you are.. Shinee's Key for the drabble request, with degradation and humiliation? I just think he needs to be (consensually) insulted a bit you know.. 😳

You know what, why not Warnings: Ballgag, un-described bondage, humiliation, degradation that is harsher than the stuff i usually write (but isn't all that harsh anyway), reader's gender neutral but references having a dick/strap

The thing about Kibum is that he's loud, even outside of the bedroom, if he thought he was being slighted or cheated in some way.

And so, really, there was only one solution to this issue. His pretty pink lips are stretched tight around the ball gag, and though he's pinned you with a fierce glare you're unfazed by it. Saliva glistens on his lips and you distantly wonder how long it'll be before he's got a shiny trail of it on his chin, can almost envision the dark red he'll turn in embarrassment and shame at being made a mess of without you even touching him.

"You sure look angry, but isn't this relative silence nice? I don't have anyone spitting insults at me about how I'm not doing a good enough job or begging me to go quicker." And, oh, it's delicious the way his eyes widen when you mention him begging, like he wants to protest but can't because he's gagged. (And, regardless, he does beg.)

His fists are still clenched tight around the key you'd given him, his way of safe-wording with his mouth blocked, so you don't mind pushing a bit further. Your fingers toy nonchalantly with the head of his cock, ignoring the muffled cry he gives as you smear some of the wetness around his heated skin. "I guess there is a downside to this. I do love hearing you beg for my dick - even if I wanted to fuck your throat you'd beg for it, wouldn't you Kibum?"

Obviously he says nothing, but he shakes his head vehemently once he knows you're looking - even gagged with his dick leaking pre-cum he was a brat. No surprise there.

"Oh, don't lie to me sweetheart. You know you can't help yourself. My sweet little cock-slut, isn't that right Kibum?" His face has flushed scarlet at your saccharine insults, but still, he doesn't shy away from your hand caressing his cheek. Amongst all this fun there was still a tender line of connection between the two of you. "Maybe once I see some tears I'll take the gag out and let your mouth be of more use."

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So I know you usually write smut and stuff, and that this won't be very popular on your blog, but I was wondering if for the drabble requests you could write some angsty Heechul something? Idk, like maybe realizing he has feelings for the reader when he shouldn't? Just... not smut if you can help it (or at least, it only leading into smut)

Hopefully people actually read this since it isn't explicit smut :(( Warnings: ...n-none..?

He kisses like he's drowning, like he may never get to kiss you again - there's a level of frantic desperation there, some sort of want or need to consume you, or to be consumed.

He did everything hedonistically, but when it came to this actual hedonistic act he was more wrecked worship, praying at your altar and loving religiously.

Or fearfully.

"Heechul -" It's a gasp, mostly because he hasn't stopped kissing you long enough for you to breathe. "I'm not going anywhere, calm down. We have all the time in the world."

He looks anything but calm, pupils blown and hair disheveled, fists curling into the covers of his stupidly perfectly made bed, matching the rest of his stupidly perfect house. There's something almost gratifying about seeing him at the center of it all, a complete mess surrounded by sterile perfection.

"It's not that, it's just.." He's breathing heavily too, but you know that even after he gets his breath back he won't be finishing that sentence. He never does.

And maybe you're mean, for knowing exactly what it is that plagues him without bringing it up. But you feel you deserve this small level of power - Heechul was never the one to pursue anyone, and he had started this with you with the strict guidelines that it was just for fun.

He had trapped himself behind rules that he no longer wanted to follow, had fallen in love too hard and too fast - you are in his heart and if he loses you it will rip away a piece of him. His lonely heartbeat pulses in your veins, he can feel it when he kisses at your neck.

If he makes a move to make this anything more than "just for fun" he may lose you, love is not fleeting and you will be carved into his heart until he dies.

Your gaze is heavy on him but he tries to shrug it off, smiles in a carefree way that feels fake and plastic on his face as he leans in close to your lips again, releasing his covers from the death-grip he had them in just so he can bracket you in between his arms.

He knew he'd be on his back in less than a minute, your teeth at his throat and your fingers inside him.

"I just want to hurry up and have some fun." He breathes the lie into the air you're breathing, wicked smiles and swallowed confessions, ignorant that you already knew what he wouldn't say.