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Kinktober Day 17 - bondage x Doyoung
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Doyoungbreathed out shakily, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with his head leant back over a pillow, neck fully exposed, back arched with both his hands tied behind his back, a blindfold secured around his head, and his lower legs tied to his thighs, underneath him. You’d been teasing him for longer than he could guess- he’d lost his sense of time, and a lot of his other senses for that matter.
“P-please-” He whispered, trying not to struggle against the restraints
“Please what?” You asked, lightly trailing a finger up his bare thigh, stopping before you got to his crotch
“Please touch me I-” He tried, stopping mid-sentence, the words caught in his throat as you took a hold of his leaking cock
“Like this?” You asked softly, going on to stroke him
“Y-yes- yes-” He whimpered, visibly trying to hold himself from bucking upwards
“You sound so pathetic,” You drawled, breathing out a short laugh afterwards, and Doyoung whined softly
Leaning over him, you grabbed the ball-gag next to the bed with your free hand.
“I’m gonna gag you,” You said, regarding the boy
Doyoung didn’t reply for a moment, and there was a short moment of silence filled with only his heavy breathing, before he realised that you were waiting for a confirmation.
“O-okay,” He whispered
“Good boy,” You smiled in return, even though you knew Doyoung couldn’t see you
Relaxing his jaw, Doyoung whimpered when you took your hand off his cock, and then immediately felt it on his head, the ball pressing against his lips, before he opened his mouth wider, letting you secure it properly around his head.
“How are you so pretty?” You cooed
Doyoung cringed at your tone, somehow managing a disgusted face despite being blindfolded and gagged. You laughed, reaching for his cock again, making the expression quickly disappear.
“Let’s see how good of a grossed out expression you can make when you’re moaning uncontrollably, hm?” You smiled, and Doyoung whined softly in return
Pairing: Kim Doyoung(NCT) x fem!reader
Genre:Fluff/Smut
Contains:Hand job, cum swallowing, marking, nipple play, orgasm denial, dirty talk
Word count:1605
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“Come here, love,” you wave at him with a warm smile.
Doyoung can feel you stare at him when he slowly undresses and can’t help but blush – his face and ears are on fire. He, who’s always so confident to the point of arrogance sometimes, lose all of his composure in front of you. It doesn’t matter how many times you two shared such intimate moments – he’d still get shy. Now he looks back at you and immediately turns his stare away caught off guard by the hunger in your eyes. Your smile only broadens at that.
“You’re gazing at me like you want to eat me alive,” Doyoung chuckles rolling his eyes and steps into the bathtub to sit between your legs.
He sighs happily savouring the warm water and leans back against your chest. His breath hitches ever so slightly when your stiff nipples brush the skin of his back, but he quickly pulls himself together. He smiles softly to himself when he feels your arms circling his waist and covers your hands with one of his.
“Maybe I do,” you murmur softly before kissing his temple.
“You’re just so sweet, Doyoung.”
“Yeah, I know,” he answers cheekily stretching his long legs.
Doyoung’s head falls back onto your shoulder, and he closes his eyes with another content sigh as his fingers lazily trace random patterns on the skin of your thigh. Being with you always makes him feel giddy inside but today even more so. Wrapped in your embrace he feels safer than ever before, deeply loved and cherished, and he can’t quite wrap his head around all those feelings. Everything is just so soft and warm when you’re with him. Finally, Doyoung doesn’t need to do or say anything, he just needs to be.
“You want me to soap you?” you ask threading your fingers through his locks, and he has to bite his lip to suppress a broad smile.
He knows very well where this is all going, and he likes that direction. Very much so.
“Sure, do whatever you like, babe,” he answers trying his best to not sound too eager but fails miserably.
You don’t comment on that but Doyoung’s absolutely sure that you’re deeply amused by that – he doesn’t even need to see you to know that. He just knows.
“I like to touch you, you know,” you muse as you pour the gel onto your hand.
“Really? I didn’t notice,” he murmurs sarcastically and then yelps when you bite his earlobe suddenly.
“I also like to bite you,” you say lowly right into his ear and kiss his shoulder to which he shudders slightly.
Doyoung likes when you bite him too, no – he loves it. He loves to see the marks you leave on his skin: all the hickeys on his neck, chest and thighs, the red lines left by your nails, the occasional teeth marks. He likes to show them off oh-so-accidentally to others, so they know that you mark him as yours.
“There is a lot of things I like to do to you, love,” you chuckle and then your wet tongue’s moving up his neck and he can’t think straight.
That one simple movement reminds him about all those things you did to him with that tongue, and he almost groans at the very memory. He’s absolutely helpless as you set his body on fire time after time with full premeditation with the sweetest of smiles. One word from you, and he’s done for.
While his mind wanders freely, your hands are on his chest once again, moving slowly along the wet skin and leaving a bubbly trail behind. Your touch is gentle yet firm, palms slowly sweep along his arms and forearms to finally reach his hands and entwine fingers with his briefly. Then they move to his abdomen, moving lower and lower until he’s panting heavily, but you clearly have none of it as your hands avoid touching him where he needs to be touched the most.
“Up,” you say motioning to his legs, and he not only does bend his legs obediently but also spreads them wide for better access.
A view that unfolds in front of you makes your pussy throb in need. Trying your best to control yourself you pour some more gel on your hands and get to work. Doyoung chokes out a moan when your nails gently scratch his inner thighs.
“You’re going to be the death of me, babe, I don’t think I can take it,” he says in a hoarse voice.
“Nonsense, love, we both know that you’re capable of taking far more than that,” you answer with a smirk massaging his calves.
Soon your hands sweep up his legs once again to gently soap his sensitive balls.
“Oh, fuck, you can’t just start to play with my balls without any warning like that,” he groans grasping the edge of the bathtub fiercely.
You don’t answer instead focusing now on massaging the skin of his groin obviously avoiding touching his cock. Finally, he can’t take any more of your teasing.
“Please,” Doyoung whimpers shakily pressing his back into your chest.
“Please what, love?”
He scoffs in the answer and turns his head to gently press his lips to the skin of your neck. You look down on him and have to swallow seeing him up close. His thick dark locks glued to his temples and forehead, eyes still closed and cheeks flushed – he’s gorgeous, absolutely fucking gorgeous.
“So?” you ask hoarsely trying to get a grip on yourself once again which seems to be an impossible task at the moment.
He moves away slightly and opens his eyes to look at you with such an irritated look that you can’t help but laugh wholeheartedly.
“If you’d be that kind and play with my dick, I’d be grateful,” Doyoung snickers clearly done with you.
“I can’t refuse when you ask so nicely,” you chuckle in the answer before placing a sweet kiss on his lips.
He kisses you back eagerly and so you simply kiss for what seems like forever. When you slowly move away, both of you are panting heavily. Out of the corner of your eye you notice that his cock is fully hard now, almost begging for attention in the way it’s resting against his abdomen.
“The sweetest indeed,” you smirk referring to your previous comment.
“And yours only,” Doyoung adds breathlessly gazing at you with such emotions that your mouth gets dry.
“Yes,” you whisper softly kissing his forehead, feeling a shudder running down your spine.
“Mine.”
He closes his eyes with a choked moan when your fingers curl around his swollen shaft. His cock is beautiful you have to admit: all flushed pink, veins bulging on the sides and leaking swollen tip.
“Gorgeous,” you murmur into his ear and his hips buck at your words.
You smile at his reaction and place wet kisses on his neck as Doyoung slowly fucks your slippery hand, grunting, whimpering and moaning your name. You move your hand up and down his swollen shaft to meet his thrusts, teasing the leaking head with your thumb from time to time. His body is trembling from both effort and pleasure, and you’re absolutely mesmerized by this gorgeous man.
“Doyoung,” you moan lowly as he unexpectedly moves to the side and slides lower, just enough to take one of your nipples into his mouth.
He sucks, lick and bites gently – all that while still fucking your hand tightly wrapped around his shaft. You almost laugh reminding yourself that he’s indeed known for his multitasking skills.
“I–I’m close,” he grunts pressing his face in between your breasts and gripping the edge of the bathtub tighter.
You know that already from the way his hips stutter, the way the muscles of his abdomen tense so deliciously. But he can’t just come like that, when you two are sitting in the tub full of water.
“Don’t come yet, love,” you murmur softly, and he immediately stops moving altogether.
You sigh heavily as your pussy throbs in response to his behaviour.
“Honestly Doyoung, do you even know what you’re doing to me when you’re this obedient? I want to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to fucking walk,” you growl kissing his shoulder as your hand lazily pumps his cock.
When his body starts to tense once again, you let go of his dick, letting it rest against his abdomen as you proceed with placing open-mouthed kisses everywhere you can reach. Doyoung’s panting heavily as his cock continues to bob from time to time, but you pretend not to notice.
“You’re good for me, love. Stand up,” you say already licking your lips.
Careful not to slip Doyoung does as told and turns around to face you. His breath hitches audibly when you press your cheek against his hard length with a smirk playing on your lips. He moans hoarsely when you lick the sensitive skin before taking him into your mouth. You look up at him doing so only to find him gaping at you already with utter awe and adoration written across his face.
“Please,” he begs desperately, and you simply nod as your mouth’s currently full of his cock.
He cries out your name while spending down your throat, and you continue to suck him off until he pleads for you to stop. Doyoung slowly sits back between your legs, body still trembling slightly as you hug him tightly from behind.
“Mine,” you softly whisper, and he nods only with a goofy grin on his face.
“Yours.”
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you ask them to wear a maid dress ☾
[16:06]now playing: tek it - cafuné
[a/n]I know the maid dress hype has died down but I’m not over it ok
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you ask them to wear a maid dress ☾
[16:06]now playing: tek it - cafuné
[a/n]I know the maid dress hype has died down but I’m not over it ok
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—doyoung✩
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?”
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—xiaojun✩
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.”
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—jungwoo✩
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.
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—mark✩
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.
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—shotaro✩
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.”
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—jaemin✩
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 ;))
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—yangyang✩
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.
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—haechan✩
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.
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