he’s gonna look at you like you’ve gone mad. it’ll definitely be something that he thinks about, if he doesn’t cringe about it that is. but ultimately he’ll do it because he “loves you.” his words. once he slips it on and finally gets the courage to show you he’s already pouting. “there. are you happy now? wait what are you doing?” he’s taken aback as you walk up to him and push him down to his knees. then you shove a black ball gag into his mouth, muffling the rest of his words. “oh you just look so cute!” you exclaim, pulling up your camera on your phone. the sudden flash makes doyoung squint and his cheeks flare up. before he could protest you push your foot against his crotch, making him yelp, then the flash comes back on and stays. he’s embarrassed to look up as you rub your foot on his hardening bulge and drool starts to pool out of his lips. “what would johnny say if he saw this?” you tease and you were not expecting the small moan against the gag. “oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? should I call him then?”
he’ll try to seem hesitant about it, but on the inside he’s jumping for joy. He chooses the classic black and white dress with a heart shaped apron and makes a whole day out of it by cleaning the house and being a perfect maid for you. the dress was able to (unfortunately) cover his lace panties but when he bent over to pick up laundry or rearrange the books on the coffee table, the skirt would lift up just enough to tease you with his thighs, just a couple centimeters short of having his ass on display. “I’m all done, miss.” he tells you, making you lift your eyes away from the book you were trying to read without sneaking glances at your pretty boyfriend. “good job, my pretty maid!” you praise him and his smile and an adorable blush instantly lights up his face. you then stand up and wrap you arms around his tiny waist, sneaking and resting your hands on his ass. “I think you deserve a reward for all of your hard work.”
the start of the himbofication of jungwoo. similar to xiaojun, he’d want to role play being your personal maid, but instead of doing an excellent job, he’ll mess up and pout at you. “I’m sorry, mommy. I’m trying my best.” however, that’s not an invitation to go easy on him. Pull on his pink hair if he’s taking too long and slap his ass whenever the pink dress lifts (which is often). “I’m not paying you to do such a shitty job. maybe I’ll get my moneys worth if you let me use that pretty body of yours.” jungwoo can’t help but whine and let you undress him so you can use him like your own personal toy.
has a “I beg your pardon? ” look on his face but only after he does his signature “wHAT??!?” he definitely wouldn’t give a clear answer at first but he’ll still find himself slipping into the black and white frilly dress and stockings with the cat ears being the icing on the cake. the first thing you’ll probably hear from the bathroom is mark busting out laughing at how ridiculous he think he looks and him whining about if he has to show you. he’ll eventually open the door and step out to reveal just how adorable he looked. he’d be too giggly for it to go sexual but you’ll definitely get a couple cute pictures for your hidden folder.
he’d be so shy and giggly in the black and white costume. his pretty eyes crinkling into little crescents as you shower him with compliments. his long, muscular legs, and thicc ass made the dress way shorter than what it was supposed to be and if he lifted his arms or bent over you could see all of the white panties that struggled to cover him up. he just looked so beautiful that you couldn’t help sneaking your arms around his waist and to start kissing him. at first it’s sweet and wholesome, until your lips trail down to his sensitive neck. he shudders as you began licking, sucking, and biting all his sweet spots. “mommy, please.” he moans, throwing his head back. “please what, hm?” you ask against his neck, your breath tickling him. “please fuck me, mommy. it hurts.”
you don’t have to ask him twice, he’s putting it on asap. he’s another one I think would prefer the pink and white theme over the classic black and white. I also see him buying some cute pink mary jane style shoes with cute white frilly socks; and he’ll even buy the tiktok bunny hat to go with it too. “look at my pretty bunny!” you coo as he fondles with the poofy skirt, his rabbit teeth peeking out from his shiny, plump lips that were coated with tinted vaseline. “thank you, mama.” he’d definitely want to serve you, but not by cleaning ;))
it was part of his punishment. he kept pushing you to see just how far you would go, how hard you would snap, and this is the result: you making him clean the house top to bottom in a skimpy maid outfit. but you weren’t going to make it easy for him. you gave him an earful if he missed even a tiny spot or if something was out of place, and if things were going too smoothly, you’d purposely knock over the magazines on the coffee table or the decorative pillows on the couch, ordering him to pick them up. “are you serious?!” he’d shout the first time while bending down to pick up the scattered magazines. “is that how you talk to your master?” you asked him in a tone that convinced him not to challenge you. And just as he thought you didn’t have anymore tricks up your sleeve, he felt your strong hands grip his hips while he was bent over inside the dryer, trying to get the last few things that were pushed towards the back. “mommy!” he gasped, feeling the bottom of dress bunch up towards his back to reveal the jeweled plug that was stuffed inside his ass beneath the black fishnets that hugged his skinny legs. he knew you were nowhere near done torturing him.
oh, he’ll wear it, but it’s gonna cost you. what’s the cost, you ask? well that depends on how devilish he’s feeling that day. it may be something as simple as an extra long cuddle sesh or a huge date full of activities he enjoys because he’s extra like that. either way, it’s no surprise that he’s bratty. his hands palm his crotch over the pink skirt no matter how many times you swat them away and the plug you made him wear was tossed away in a random corner not even 15 minutes into the roleplay. “masterrr~” he whines and pouts halfway into putting away your clothes. “can you just fuck me already?” in any other circumstance, you’d say “absolutely not” but after seeing him in that pretty pink dress with his legs exposed and no underwear on, you couldn’t control the urge to slam him down on your bed and fuck him until he was dick drunk and his moans turned into those pretty, girlish whimpers.
[14:50]now playing: baby don’t stop - taeyong & ten
[warning]kitten kink, pegging, toys, mommy kink, edging, fingering, male masturbation, bondage, some begging, punishment, degrading, brat!ten x mommy!reader, dancer au
okay… maybe I got carried away. the plan was for him to wear it only while he was at practice. he wanted a challenge, and I gave him one. but the way his face contorted and muscles flexed as he tried to gracefully be in sync with the music—it made something sadistic come out of me.
he did a good job of hiding his arousal, I’ll give him that. however, I did not appreciate the dirty looks he gave me. whether they were serious or not.
once his instructor has called it a day, I walk over to him. his hands rested above his knees, slightly hunched over. if you looked close enough, you could see the hardened tip of his penis poking against his track pants.
I allow a comforting hand to rest on his back, lightly rubbing his spine with the pad of my thumb. “you did great, sweetie.” I complemented him, handing him a bottle of water. he mumbled a quick sentence of gratitude before popping off the cap and taking a long gulp. I wait until he’s finished. “however, I didn’t like your attitude towards me.”
he looks at me through his sweat drenched hair, a clear mischief glossing over them. he knows what he’s doing. “and what are you going to do about it?” he’s challenging me, as if I didn’t have the power to make cry or beg like the whore he is.
I grabbed hold onto his smooth jaw, feeling his sweat stick onto my fingers. there’s a sudden shift in his behavior. he’s less tense and resistant, as if he’s given up himself to me, so I could whatever I please. his mouth parts open slightly to allow silent, submissive breaths to blow out as he admired me.
I leaned over, stopping so our noses nearly touched and I could see his deep brown eyes flicker with excitement. “you’ll see, kitten.” and with that, I left. ten let out the smallest whine, as I parted from him, but made no attempt to stop me.
besides, I have a class to teach and he knows better than to make me late. it was only an hour long hip hop lesson for beginners, piece of cake.
but apparently a lot can happen in one hour, because when I arrived back home, exhausted, I could hear the unmistakable moans from my boyfriend.
he didn’t even try to lock the bedroom door or even close it. he left it open just enough for me to see him stroke his cock while the vibrating plug was thrown onto the floor, also where I could see. I stormed in, infuriated. “what do you think you’re doing, kitty?”
“oh, mommy!” he faked a stunned expression but didn’t stop the strokes on his cock. he was a terrible actor. “don’t start with that fake shit, it’ll only get you in more trouble than you’re already in. now go get the rope.” I pointed to our shared dresser across the room.
I could already sense an argument coming from him as he hadn’t moved yet. so, I made sure that I wasn’t going to be tolerating his brattiness. “now!” he retrieves the red bondage with an annoying pout, handing it to me and returning to his spot on the bed.
this time, I only take off my top, leaving everything else on. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing my full body, it’ll only make punishing him harder.
I crawl on top of him then sit on his torso, with my legs on either side of him. as always, he squirms and puts up a fight when I attempt to bind his wrists. “stop it, kitty. or you might not even come at all.” I knew that would grasp his attention. there’s no better way to torture ten than to deny his orgasm. the boy loves to cum.
he allows me to tie his other wrist successfully with no problem. however, it wasn’t long until he started chatting my ear off. “mommy, I’m sorry for being a bad kitty. can I please not get punished? I’ll do anything. please?” he quivered his lip and gave me his best puppy eyes that were almost persuading.
“uh, no.” I said, quickly and blankly. a more upset pout returning to his face and a small hmph! announcing his disappointment. I reached over and grabbed the lube that was somehow conveniently chilling on ten’s nightstand, forcing my boobs in his face.
for once, he doesn’t make some sarcastic, witty remark as he normally does. despite not having an orgasm yet, he was already overstimulated. so, what’s a better punishment than edging?
I poured a generous amount of lubricant on my fingers and warm it up a bit, then rub some onto his hole. he shivers from the liquid, and becomes needy. a lewd, desperate whimper comes from deep within his chest as I teased him, mercilessly. circling my digits around his entrance for an unnecessary amount of time.
“please, hurry.” irritated, he whines, pushing into my touch. I ignored his plead and hold his hips steady, finally pushing the edge of my middle finger past his entrance. it slips right in with no hassle, very satisfying. but I stop knuckle deep, slowly turning my finger, unnecessarily, containing the urge go deeper.
I hear his toes crack as he curls them, a needy whine coming out of his lips. the small thrusting of my finger is already pushing him to the edge. for someone who loves to tease, he sure doesn’t like being teased back. a true brat.
slowly but surely, I shoved the whole length of my fingers within his walls. hesitating to add a second as he clenched around me, searching for more friction. “beg for it, kitten. beg for mommy to fuck you with her finger.” I demanded with a cold yet sexy tone that drove him wild.
“please, mommy! please fuck my slutty little hole with your finger! please, I’ll be a good kitty, I promise!” he cries, beautifully, while tugging against the rope. his skin starting camouflage with it. “but you haven’t been a good kitty, so why should I?” I question, slowly removing my finger from his walls. “I’ll be a good kitty from now on, I promise! I don’t even have to cum, just please fuck me, mommy.”
I shove my finger through his entrance, a choked moan and the small squeak from the bed frame rewarding me, forcing the corner of my lips to twitch up into a smirk. I drifted off until my own little world as I fucked him with my fingers, my only focus being on the lube spilling out his rim, the little twitch of his thighs, and the whorish moans coming out of his filthy mouth.
ten’s little baby whimpers is what brought me back. he was close to cumming, his hips twirling and veiny arms tending against the rope. just when he about to hit his peak, I stopped everything. my fingers leaving him as he cried out, “mommy, no! I was so close!” I didn’t say anything, just tapped his little thigh before retrieving the strap on, pulling it over my joggers.
his ecstatic expression made me want to ruin him more. there was no way he was cumming. I already made that decision when he gave me that sly grin with his lip being pulled by his teeth. “fuck me good, mommy.” I flicked open the lube last time before giving him a devilish look of my own, spreading the liquid on the naughty toy. “bet.”
he takes a deep breath as I slide in the tip, easily. I didn’t wait for him to adjust before starting a steady pace, a light slap going to his thigh. he wraps his legs around my waist and I hang onto them, rubbing tender fingers along his skin as I progressively go faster. ten arches his back as he feels his prostate being stimulated, eyes on my boobs jiggling beneath my bra.
his teeth are practically stuck between his lip, constantly tugging on it, only releasing to let out a moan or two. “I-I’m cumming now.” he stutters, his body beginning to reveal to obvious signs of upcoming orgasm. my grip tightens on his shaky legs and I thrust faster, making him yelp and thrash. but I denied him again, just when he was about to burst.
I didn’t pay attention to his begging or complaining, because I already had a good argument, “I thought you said you didn’t have to cum as long as I fucked you?” I arch an eyebrow and his face goes red once he remembered. I plant a kiss to his cheek and untie his hands. “that’s so unfair.” he grumbled, rubbing his aching wrists.
[warning]mommy kink, pegging, bulging, lingerie, kitten/kitty kink, spitting (lots of it), brief master kink, brief petplay, degrading, ass play, cock ring, handjob, blowjob (f receiving), mention of a safeword, rich!reader x goth!femboy!camboy!taeyong, camboy au (ft. other legal members of nct)
2nd person// 4.4k words
[a/n]here it is: the sub!taeyong we’ve all been waiting for! this another one of my personal favorites <3
your porn options were getting cut short. not like there was a diverse amount of femdom porn, anyway. but nothing was satisfying you anymore. no matter what website you browsed, or what category, nothing was to your taste.
you gave your last hope to an amateur pegging video that seemed tasteful from the thumbnail and short clips that played, when an ad, specifically for a cam website, buffered instead.
you braced yourself for the annoying voice of some naked girl. who was either barely legal with horrifying childishness, or crusty as hell with botched lip fillers and some european accent telling you to “spit on your cock” or assume you were jerking off.
but instead a slim yet tall boy appeared. he seemed to be no older than mid-twenties with platinum blonde hair cut evenly into a bowl cut, as if his hairdresser had ocd. it was horrid yet… adorable? he didn’t mutter a single word as he stroked his cock with a purple dildo stuffed inside him, only soft moans and exhales left him as he looked into the camera with pure bedroom eyes. his jaw hanging loosely.
“this is new…” you said, intrigued. quite turned on from the 15 second clip compared to the 15 minute video you originally clicked on. “imma just-” you exited the tab and pulled up a new one, typing in the website frantically.
cambabes.com
of course, a whole bunch of women pop up with bodies full of plastic with a couple of natural girls scattered here and there. but you’re not here for them, obviously.
you continue to scroll until a handsome brunette boy catches your eye. he’s skinny, very skinny. in the thumbnail he’s fully clothed, a hand on his crotch area and his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. yet it holds so much submissive power. you were certain he was gay, until you saw the title of his livestream.
I need a mommy (╥﹏╥)
“no, this can’t be real.” you muttered to yourself, rubbing your eyes, expecting to reopen them and see that you were completely mistaken. apparently, you weren’t. the same four words and emoticon stared at you, nagging at you to click on it.
and that’s exactly what you did. it took an eternity to load but when it finally did, you were introduced to his naked upper half. his hand glided on his dainty chest, occasionally flexing and making his barely-there abs more prominent.
the camera quality wasn’t the best. sometimes it lagged and froze, but you guessed that’s what the overall aesthetic was supposed to be. his room was nice, though. it was illuminated by a bright red led sign that you couldn’t fully read since it was cut off by his figure.
tips and comments came in like crazy once he touched his cock and he allowed such beautiful moans to come out of his moist lips. his moaning was like a pretty combination of masculine and feminine. sometimes one overpowered the other, making them more of a whine or grunt.
however, looking at the usernames, you realize most of the people watching him were male.
Put_it_in_U69 tipped $7:
why have a mommy when you could have a daddy?
OsakaPrince tipped $20:
I could treat you better than any woman can
80sDaddy:I know you want real dick you slut
he was clearly uncomfortable. he shifted and mumbled awkward thanks to those who tip him. his bright puppy eyes resembled disappointment even with the low camera quality. his strokes on his dick unconsciously getting slower and sloppier.
you took pity on him. and a few clicks and robot tests later, you did the unspeakable.
sunshinemommy tipped $100:
what a pretty baby boy you are ♡
you felt good about it. you watched as his eyes bulge and his body scoots closer to his laptop, squinting his eyes as if he couldn’t believe what he was reading. then, his lips curled into an adorable smile, the grip on his cock getting tighter.
“thank you, mommy.” he beamed, beginning to pump himself again, a sinful moan going straight for your core.
you chuckled as a hand creeps down the waistband of your shorts. “you’re welcome, baby boy.”
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
exactly one week later, you’re on the same website watching that same boy, who goes by yongie. this time around things were more spicier.
“mommy…” he whimpered delicately, swiping his tongue across his top lip. the dildo shoved deep into his hole as he stuck his two fingers into his mouth.
he knows you’re watching.
and he wants to put on the best show ever for you.
“you like that, mommy?” he asked, referring to him riding the 7 inch dildo, pretending it was your strap. if he closed his eyes tight enough and blocked out the sound of old men tipping him, he could picture your body beneath him, whispering dirty things to him. despite not knowing what you look like.
like was an understatement. you fucking loved the way he bounced up and down on the silicone object, clutching his tummy when he hit the right spot. there was no second thoughts when you opened up your wallet and splurged on the pretty boy.
sunshinemommy tipped $500:
mommy likes that very much. why don’t you show mommy your pretty hole?
a small gasp is blown onto the mic when he sees how much you’ve sent him, nearly tearing up. “t-thank y-you, mommy.” he choked out, quickly cumming shortly after.
he did what he was told and turned his backside towards the camera, before slowly lifting himself from the toy to show off his puckering hole for you. he was on the tighter side. must be a beginner, you thought.
he was younger than you by 4 years. and you’d be bluffing if you said that you didn’t have a twisted fantasy of wanting to teach him. teach him the unholy ways to pleasure himself and others.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
saturday’s are for the cam boys now. you’d wait patiently for yongie to upload around around his usual time—7 to 8 pm pacific time—occasionally checking out other cam boys.
you did find the boy with the bowl cut, jungwoo is his name. he was quite popular. getting spoiled every 5 seconds or so. but he didn’t have that same spark as yongie did.
there was something about yongie that was so captivating. like a vibrant blue butterfly amongst the typical white or yellow ones. but not just with his looks, but his aura. he had big baby energy and you vibe with it.
you glanced at the clock on your macbook;11:21 pm, new york time. he’s a little late today. you tapped your nails along the corner of the laptop, rhythmically, nearly shutting the laptop by grabbing it too forcefully once you saw the notification pop up on your screen.
you gasped. he had collected enough money to get a better camera, so you could see all of him in a better quality. but that’s not all. his hair is dyed black to match the clip-on kitten ears and black tail plug he was wearing.
he stared into the camera as he fondled with his tail, an almost pure smile on his face. it only shines brighter once he sees your username on his monitor. “mmm~ master.” he hums, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
your mouth still hung open as he started toying with the plug, taking it out more than halfway only to put it back in. a content sigh released from him. you weren’t the only one going crazy about this either, the tips and heart eyes came in like a landslide.
but he didn’t care about them. his focus was on you, and how you felt. did you like it? did he look good? were you turned on? were you still watching? the answer to all of those were a big yes.
all of your emotions jumbled together to create a cluster of horniness and desire. you couldn’t help but imagine his skin on yours, your hands in his hair, your fingers in his mouth, his dick inside you. you wanted him, and you wanted him now.
sunshinemommy tipped $800:
look at my beautiful kitten ♡ message me later, kitty ;)
was this the right thing to do?
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
the 7 hour flight to the city of so called angels was borderline unbearable. some naps were interrupted by crying toddlers and over enthusiastic fly attendants handing out peanuts, but it was worth it to see his face twinkle with giddiness at your figure standing before him. like an 11 year old boy meeting his star basketball player.
he was more ethereal in person. his jet black hair shielding his sparkly orbs framed by buffed out eyeliner along his lash lines, perfect proportioned nose, dainty lips tinted a deep red, killer jawline, a thick leather choker decorating his neck, and his frail figure made him seem straight out of an anime. only a scar on his left eye proved that he was indeed human.
“you’re here!” he exclaimed, endearingly. you chuckled, letting your hand fall from your duffel bag. “I sure am.” you replied rather awkwardly. your shoulders unnecessarily tense.
yongie outstretched his little arms, asking very politely, “may I hug you?” his bottom lip stuck out, uncontrollably, into a cute pout. “of course, baby.” you let him wrap himself around you, his head resting on your chest. he felt safe in your embrace and with your hand carefully combing through his hair.
after the quick exchange of affection, he let you in his surprisingly small yet tidy townhouse. the first room you saw was the living room, which only had a couch and a shelf with a couple books piled up. all his furniture was black with no marks, scratches, stains, nothing.
even his wooden floors were spotless, freshly cleaned by the looks of it. you smiled to yourself, following him up the narrow stairwell to his room, his hand clutching onto yours.
behind the door, you were meet with the led sign that had been his main light source for his cam videos. you felt at peace finally knowing the iconic sign said; yes to all.
yongie adjusted the thick choker around his neck that constricted him as he gulped silently. you followed his eyes to the digital clock set on his nightstand. two minutes until you’d be fucking him in front of all his usual 5,000 viewers and it made your insides twerk with exhilaration.
“you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I can-” the certain tone and confidence in your voice interrupting him made his dick jump. “no. I want it.” there’s a quick stillness hanging over you two, a silence that spoke volume.
yongie felt like a dirty peasant in the presence of powerful queen who could easily tear him down, control him, and/or abuse him as she pleased. all with a single gaze. he fucking loved it.
“go ahead and get started, kitty. I want to see a quick show in person.” you winked and sat down in a lounge chair across his bed, out of camera and with a perfect view of his monitor. he threw off his oversized shirt and pulled up his laptop and camera.
you licked your lips at his upper frame. he was smaller in person. easy to throw around and dominate.
he’s now live, titling his stream special guest. he sat far enough so you could see his bulge poking against his joggers and he lets his hand glide over it for a quick tease. a low groan coming from his throat.
it didn’t take long to get a good chunk of viewers to start asking about his guest. “you’ll see her in a second.” he assured, playing with the waistband of his pants. pulling it away from his skin to reveal a black lace material before snapping it back.
he tugs at his bottom lip, tasting some of the chemicals that stained them, before spinning himself around onto his hands and knees, his ass facing the camera. he glances at you momentarily, a roguish smirk intriguing you, then pulls down his expensive pants to reveal a sexy lace thong attached to sheer stockings, the straps framing his ass cheeks.
you eyed the masterpiece, tongue in cheek, as he started groping himself. a light smack reverberates throughout the room when he spanks himself, a tiny squeak jumping up your throat as the urge to fuck him gets stronger. but you collected yourself by squeezing the little armrests of his chair, your knuckles nearly bursting with white.
yongie starts to rub his hole through his panties, a precious moan spilling from his lips as he gazed intently into the camera. stealing a quick glimpse at you every now and then, feeling motivated by your hungry stares.
suddenly, you are sprung to your feet, throwing off your clothes and commanding him to turn around. he does so with ease, resting his back against the wall, his legs spread and a cheeky smile on his face as he watched the excited comments about finally hearing your voice.
at that moment, you climb on top of him. his soft eyes focusing on your wine colored set covering the juiciest parts of your body. the black surgical mask you brought was still buried deep inside your carry on, your privacy no longer being a concern for you.
all you wanted was to make your baby boy feel good and mark your territory, to show his nasty viewers who he belonged to. that they could tip and comment all they want, but they will never get to touch him like you do.
yongie couldn’t help but kiss you, it felt right. your lips molded flawlessly against each other. you could feel his passion and gratitude seeping through as his hands grab hold of your waist. you rest your hands on his shoulders as you glide your tongue along his bottom lip, granting access to the inside of his mouth.
he pulls away with a smile and a short gasp for air. you outline the lace material on his hips. “let’s take these off.” he raises his hips to let you slide the underwear off, his cock springing up once it’s released, a small pearl of precum already spilling down his tip.
you press a finger against his slit gathering up the sticky substance. “already excited?” you tease, playing with it briefly before wiping it on his lower abdomen. “I’ve been excited.”
you grab his jaw, half surprised it didn’t cut you, and open his mouth. you gather a thick wad of saliva on your tongue and let it pass your mouth and form into a long string. you watch it drip down onto yongie’s eager tongue so he could swallow it. a seductive hum enchanting you as he felt your dna drip down his throat.
the pads of your finger carefully caress his protruding jawline, tracing it lovingly from beneath the lobe of his pierced ear to the center of his chin. traveling north until half of your index finger was engulfed into his mouth. his puffy lips wrapped around your knuckle and leaving a dull, red ring all the way around. he mewled like a cheap slut with two fingers thrusting themselves against the base of his tongue, eyes sealed shut.
yongie releases them with a satisfying pop! and a puddle of spit coating his chin. he doesn’t bother to wipe it off. his lips part and moan oh so sweetly, “mommy.” it bubbles up your arousal, your stomach fluttering and core dripping all from a simple word.
yongie could visibly see your eyes go a shade darker, making his teeth pull on his lower lip. another moan is released when you slowly jerk him off. the edge of your lips couldn’t help but curl themselves as his delicate fingers interlaced with yours. you happily massaged baby circles below his thumb, and yongie could’ve sworn he melted.
you noticed the fairly used bottle of lube chilling on his nightstand nearby and grabbed it, popping off the cap and instantly being hit with the fruity scent of mangoes, then get a good amount lined up along his shaft. he slightly shivered from the cool liquid, squeezing your hand briefly until his body got used to it.
the quick motions of your hands made him suck in a huge breath and twist his hips. “so you’re a sensitive kitty.” you said in a teasing manner, giggling after he moaned. you peeked at his monitor and acknowledged just how fine he looked beneath you. how his jaw clenched, tongue in cheek, with that perfect hair shielding his eyes, and how the choker clasped onto his throat, was so dreamy.
one of your hands start to wonder between his legs, and he happily spreads them for better access, bringing his knees to his chest. an undeniable thrill bursting beneath him. his hole puckered for you, and you ran an finger over it then shoved the tip inside, noticing the damp moisture and how loose he felt. “couldn’t wait, slut?" he mewled at the name and unannounced slap to his thigh. a rosy pink tinting his skin. "I’m sorry…”
your head turns towards the laptop, glancing between the camera and comments that came in at least thirty at a time, searching for a suggestion. absentmindedly rubbing and teasing yongie’s hole.
Jefferrrrrrryy:looks like someone needs a punishment
YangYangGangGang:uh-oh he touch without mommy’s permission（*/∇＼*）
fullsunhyuck:don’t let the slut cum
strwbrrybun:tie him up @.@
Subby_Seo:wait I just got here why is he being punished???
NanasCream tipped $15:
fuck him til he can’t walk uwu
Mr_Moooon:what does the sign say?
Honeyy10:what a pretty femboy,, he’s straight from an anime
Honeyy10:PLEASE fist him !!!
Honeyy10:and mommy is pretty too!
a loud, desperate cry snatched back your attention. a smile on your face now that you have the perfect idea of what to do to your little boy. “please, mommy.” finally, you shift your figure towards him, a cold expression overtaking your features. “please what, yongie? I cant figure out what you want unless you tell me.”
your tone made him quiver, immediately moaning a response, shamelessly. “please fuck me hard, mommy. I’ve been a good boy.” you lift an eyebrow with an almost amused look, responding with, “oh, really? are you sure? because good boys don’t fuck themselves without permission like a slut. are you a good kitten or a slut?” it’s like those words went straight to his dick, making him thrust into nothing but the still air, whining lewdly. “kitty’s a slut, a nasty slut.”
strangely, he sounds precious. his pretty face and whiny voice almost make him seem sinless. it was time to ruin him. “so, mommy will treat you like a nasty slut.” you rub his thigh shortly before fetching the toys you brought in your duffel bag; a plug, cockring, and of course, the strap.
yongie watched with heart eyes as you stepped into and adjusted the strap-on to your pelvis. however, his face nearly fell on the spot when you spun around and showed him the purple cockring dangling between your fingers. he didn’t even acknowledge the plug or lengthy, matching dildo. “please, no.” he whines with his best pout.
“you broke a rule,” you replied, quickly. dipping yourself back into the bed and grabbing his shaft, feeling him pulse and wince. “if it’s too much, just say your safeword.” he physically relaxes, but still pouts as you slip on the cursed contraption.
next, you raised his legs again and teased his traces his entrance with your lube-coated fingers. the little boy goes silent once you easily slipped two fingers inside him, his mouth becoming a baby ‘o.’ out of curiosity, you added another finger, and much to your surprise, it goes in smoothly, hitting the perfect spot that makes him twitch and mewl.
“you’re so fucking loose.” you growl, now thrusting your digits repeatedly onto his prostate. “y-yes! kitty is l-loose….m-mommy… yes!” he babbles, arching his back significantly. he nearly cries when your fingers depart, until they’re replaced with the black butt plug that enters him satisfyingly.
you caress his tiny ass, lightly massaging before traveling down to his cute stockings. “sit on your heels, baby.” he obeyed, immediately, not catching on to your trick. although, as soon as his heels touch his butt, he feels an unexpected wave of pleasure, causing him to yelp suddenly. that position made it perfect for the toy to strike his prostate. “sit, pet.” you said softly whilst pushing down his shoulders. he whimpered in protest but didn’t resist.
with a tight hand still squeezing his shoulder, you stroke the fake cock in front of you, hovering it above his mouth. yongie’s eyes instantly concentrates on your cock, his mouth parts slightly and his eyes droop low, waiting to give the best head ever. but being a tease is just too much fun. instead of fulfilling his needs, you rub it all over his face, and slap him with it. basically putting it everywhere except for his mouth.
but once his pleading eyes grow stronger, you finally give him the opportunity to suck you off. he went all in, swallowing a good portion before his gag reflex decided to come out and play. then, bobbed his head consistently as you caressed his hair. “good boy.” he looked up with big, glossy eyes, eyelashes fluttering at your praise. you thrust your hips a little, face fucking him at a steady pace, not too overwhelming, watching his spit bubbling up around the edges of his mouth.
you pull away, having him release your toy with a nice smack of his lips. then, swish your tongue around and pulled down his chin once more. yongie shuts his eyes and tilts his head, anticipating another kiss, but jolts instead when more saliva is spat directly into his mouth.
people went crazy over that, and more views kept coming in like a landslide.
bbylionmark:I want someone to spit in my mouth :((
bbylionmark:spit in my mouth mommy
OsakaPrince tipped $25:
shit, maybe I need a mommy
big_dick_Lucas:can I be next mommy???
PrinceHendery tipped $12:
I am in LOVE (♥ω♥*) also watch yourself osaka I’m the only prince here (T^T)
LetsWinWin:that guy looks familiar…..
you thank everyone for the tips and support. “I think we should give them a grand finale, don’t you think?” you tilt yongie’s chin towards the chat, the rising number of viewers making him gulp. he hums, thoughtfully, his tip becoming red and angry from the thought of you inside him. “yes…. ruin me, mommy.”
you flipped him over, eagerly. your teeth tugging on your lower lip as you pulled the plug from his stretched walls. he moans once he’s emptied, and clenches around nothing as he gapes, beautifully. you collect all the excess lube that had spread itself around his rim, then push two digits inside him to tease. yongie wiggles his ass so he could feel you explore his walls that pleaded for your thick cock to fill him.
and that’s exactly what he gets. you line the thick strap to his entrance, a comforting hand on his hip as you pushed all 9 inches through his walls. with an empty sob, he successfully swallows your length, gasping when he felt the tip poke against the inside of his stomach. you waited a couple seconds before thrusting your hips, steadily.
the infamous sound of skin slapping skin combined with yongie’s slutty noises were almost surreal. you peeked at the monitor, eyes lighting up when you see your strap bulge inside of him. his eyes are already beneath his sockets, his jaw stuck open. you yanked his hair, forcing him to view himself. “look at how beautiful and slutty you are. look at my big cock bulging beneath your little tummy, ruining your insides.” he whimpers at your words and his reflection, putting a hand on his stomach, feeling your cock rubbing against his flesh.
“m-mommy—mommy fucks…. g-good.” he mumbles, arching himself into you. a small drop of spit dripped down his chin as he continued to watch you pound into him with a completely fucked out expression. tears welled up along his lash line, and the cock ring and tight choker seemed as they were closing in on him, as he felt his release already begin to climax.
his whimpers quickly became loud cries of pleasure, his arms almost giving out as you held him in place. “m-mommy kitty is— k-kitty is…” he stutters then breaks into a desperate cry. you lower your lips to his pierced ear and ordered him seductively, “cum my little kitten.” you removed the ring and he came on the spot, bursting long white ribbons all over the bed set. he immediately buried his head between his shaky arms to collect himself, gasping as you removed your cock from his walls.
after gathering the strength, he peeped at his laptop, his eyes widening once he realizes the significant amount of money and views he’s gathered. without a word or single glance to his comments demanding your orgasm, he turns off his camera and shuts his laptop, immediately embracing you. “yongie—” you started with a puzzled expression before he whispered into your chest. “thank you, thank you for everything. that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, and I’ve had a lot.” he ends with a giggle, then nuzzles his face deport into your boobs.
“oh, silly kitty. I should be the one thanking you.” you pat his head, lightly ruffling his silky hair before giving him a kiss. “just accept my gratitude and cuddle me.” you chuckle, and guide his naked body towards the bed, your arms wrapped tightly around him. you give him I last peck to his cheeks before listening closely to his steady breath as you both slowly drifted off to sleep, the long, upcoming flight no longer existent in your consciousness.
