contains: cop!johnny, vigilante!y/n, you suck off johnny’s gun and he turns into a himbo who thinks with his dick, the justice system is corrupt and you take advantage of it, corruption kink (sort of) with johnny, service top!johnny, you’ve been warned, brief descriptions of cunnilingus, alluded to sex, no actualpenetrative sex though. lots of build up?
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[20:46]johnny,before this case, thought he was a good cop. as good as you could be, he guesses.
he was unbiased to the best of his ability, always thorough with interviews and investigations, picked up evidence from crime scenes flawlessly, and did his best to help victims when the justice system wouldn’t.
but when he was tasked to help track you down—a vigilante who would murder those who deserved a guilty charge but didn’t get one due to jury tampering or bribery in a city full of corruption—he began doubting his capabilities and motives.
you’d find your victims by hacking their phones for their locations, as well as figuring out their routines. you get them to trust you, and you leave them for dead after making them confess their crimes.
when you find out that you’re being investigated by the police, you were curious as to who exactly you were going up against.
john suh, you read, is the lead detective on your case. not much older than you, you notice, and his picture was beautiful,as if he was crafted by the gods. you decide to have a little fun with him, then, as you continue to rid the city one by one of the criminals that weren’t put away.
as johnny continues to find out more about you, he’s just as drawn to figuring out who you are. his moral compass becomes obscured by how firm you are in your convictions. every time you see him, he fails to catch you in time. you’re always one step ahead, and you’re always leaving him messages, each swaying his mind more than the next.
i know you wanted him dead too, johnny. was the first message.
your victims rest much easier knowing they can’t be harmed, was the second.
i win. you lose. was the third.
don’t you want to join me, sweetheart? was the fourth.
if it weren’t his job to catch you, he really would have joined you.
all of your messages were left on a piece of paper, and he always sees the smirk on your face when you leave it before you hide away in the shadows. no one is ever able to find you.
he and the rest of the officers with him return homes frustrated, but johnny always ends those nights thinking of that smile as he wraps his hand around his cock, thinking about you smirking at him, perhaps degrading him, for his failures to find you. it confuses him, but pushes him to work harder to find you so he can get back to work without the thought of you clouding his mind.
but when you get too entranced with the tingly feeling you get when johnny intently gazes at your back as you leave the fifth message (i’ll always win) on the desk behind you, you realize that he’s coming to get you.
“don’t make me do this the hard way.”
you don’t bother to turn around immediately. you sneer and put your hands up.
“is it just you, officer?” you ask.
“just me and you.”
then, you start to turn and walk towards him, never looking. and once you look up, you see the barrel of the gun in your face.
“you’re much more handsome in person than in the picture on your file, officer.” you start. “i mean, you were hot enough in your file, but in person? i’d fuck your brains out if we met in another context.”
johnny pretends that he’s not getting hard at just that statement and keeps the gun pointed towards you as he starts to handcuff you, but, like always, you have a trick up your sleeve. he likes feeling wanted.
and, impulsively, you put the barrel of the gun in your mouth and suck. you keep eye contact with him as you blow his gun and he’s never wished to be a weapon any more.
he forgets what he’s there to do, and what you’ve done.
his eyes are transfixed on your mouth. he sees you practically deepthroat it. you use your right hand, the uncuffed one, to tilt his chin to meet your eyes.
“wish that were you, right?” you ask, your voice raspy from the texture of the metal in your mouth.
he nods.
“want me to suck you off? or do you want to fuck my face more, huh?” you wipe the saliva off of your chin.
johnny doesn’t know. he never knows the right answer when it comes to you.
“it’s okay, love, i’m not gonna hurt you,” you caress his cheek. “you’re either gonna work with me, baby, or let me go, alright?” you say, your voice tinged with sweetness. “your choice.”
he’s faced with a challenge, of course, to come with you and leave everything behind, or to continue to be complicit in a system that ultimately may never be fixed.
“i asked you a question, handsome.” you tsk. “don’t you want to be good and answer me?”
he swallows, and makes a decision.
he grabs your arm and turns you towards him, and with all of the strength it took to pull you to him, it brought both of you so close that it was only mere centimeters that kept you apart.
you’re quick to press what was supposed to be a quick kiss to his lips, but once he feels your lips against his, he pulls you closer (he does, after all, have both of his hands at his disposal) and you’re suddenly flush against him. you feel him immediately start to grind against you, his erection creating a wonderful sense of friction that ignites the arousal in your belly.
that’s when he changes his decision, and decides to join you.
you smirk against his lips and feel his hands leave your back as he fumbles for his keys, as he uncuffs you. he doesn’t let you leave him, though, as he picks you up and sits you down on the desk.
“need to feel your hands on me,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck.
“knew you would be good for me, sweetheart,” you praise as he leaves kisses on your neck. “but i need something from you too.”
“anything,” he whispers desperately. “anything at all.”
“fuck me like you mean it, yeah?”
he takes off his jacket and lifts you up in one arm (because of coursehe can, you think to yourself) as he uses the other to lay his jacket onto the desk. he makes do of your pants and underwear, leaving him face to face with your pussy and all he can do is lean in to taste you.
you would scold him for not following directions but when three of his fingers fuck you at the same time as he sucks your clit, you’re not one to complain, especially when the thickness of his fingers almost felt like he was actually fucking you.
“cover me with your cum,” he starts. “i need you to make me yours.”
“Perfect,” you hum to yourself as you finish checking the tightness of the bindings, then take a small step back to take him in properly.
“Is that it?” he asks, adorably tilting his head to the side.
You nod, smiling as you look him up and down. It was a truly great decision to tie his wrists behind the chair he’s sitting on: this position emphasizes his broad shoulders beautifully, drawing the attention to the sharp collarbones and thick neck. Your eyes wander over his muscled chest for a moment, before your stare follows down the dark path of the hair on his lower abdomen. His cock is resting comfortably on his thigh, not even half-hard yet, but it’s slowly starting to swell under your hungry gaze. Good.
“You think those are gonna stop me?” Jaehyun questions, genuinely curious, the muscles of his arms flexing.
You take a step forward, positioning yourself between his spread legs.
“Of course not, love. I’m perfectly aware that you’re more than capable of freeing yourself this very moment,” you answer, your fingers lazily playing with his thick locks.
“Then why did you tie me up in the first place?”
A devilish chuckle leaves your lips before you press a sweet kiss to his forehead.
“Because you’re a strong man, right, Jaehyun?” you say, your voice sweet but your eyes darkened already.
“I–Yeah, I am,” he murmurs, instantly getting what you’re referring to.
You place your index finger under his chin and push it up, tilting his head back, so he’s looking right into your eyes.
“If I didn’t restrain you, you could grab me and have your way with me, babe.”
A shiver runs down his naked back, his cock twitches on his thigh. He really shouldn’t have tested your patience like that, really.
“You know I wouldn’t, I’d never–,” the words die on his lips when you dig your nails into his bicep, and he gasps in pain.
“Such a strong man, and he’s all mine,” you hum, the fingertips of your other hand brushing his nipple.
His cheeks are burning as arousal mixes with shame.
“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, both his voice and his expression earnest. “I’m truly sorry.”
Jaehyun always thought that he’s an independent man who needs both the affection and the space from his partner, and so he was actively searching for someone who’d understand his needs. However, shortly after he started dating you, he realized that he might have been wrong about himself all this time.
“It’s too late to be sorry, love,” you sing, your fingers curling teasingly around his neck now.
You make him feel more comfortable than he ever felt before, don’t show even an ounce of jealousy, don’t fuss over his outing with friends – you’re everything he ever wanted in a partner. Or so he thought because it didn’t take much time for him to come to the realization that he doesn’t like that. He doesn’t fucking like that at all.
“You could’ve come to me, and we’d have talk it out like we usually do,” you click your tongue, roughly grabbing the hair on the nape of his neck.
At some point it occurred to him that what he actually wants is for you to show everyone that he’s your man, that no one can lay a finger on him because he’s already taken by you. You, however, didn’t seem to be interested in that kind of display of affection, so Jaehyun decided to take the matters into his own hands. Needless to say, it didn’t go as well as he hoped for it to go.
“For some reason you’ve chosen such a childish approach to the problem, and look where we’re right now. We could’ve avoided it, you could’ve avoided it, Jaehyun.”
He knows very well what he did wrong, and he regrets it deeply, but you’re right – it’s already too late. You pull on his hair harder, your expression one of utter boredom, but your eyes are full of rage.
“I wanted to get your attention,” he groans, desperately trying to explain himself, his breath coming out in short pants as he blinks quickly to keep the tears at bay.
“Oh? Is that why you let that woman talk and act like that towards you?”
Tears of shame roll down his cheeks: it hurts so badly, but at the same time feels so good.
“Congratulations then, babe, your mission was a great success,” you scoff, yanking at his locks for the last time before finally letting go.
Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you start to slowly circle around the chair. He groans softly when the tips of your nails teasingly scratching the skin between his shoulder blades. Then you lean on him, your forearms placed on his shoulders as you rest your chin on the top of his head.
“You see, Jaehyun,” you hum softly. “The fact that I don’t show my jealousy for everyone to see doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. You of all people should know better than assuming that I’m not paying attention to all those bastards who constantly flirt with you.”
He tries to tilt his head to look at you but fails as you firmly keep him in place.
“So you were– you’re jealous of me?” he questions, the disbelief evident in his voice.
Your laugh is dangerously low, definitely not one of amusement.
“Oh, sweetheart. When I saw you with that bitch, the only thing I wanted to do was to grab her by the hair and drag her straight to hell for daring to lay her hands on my man.”
Jaehyun swallows thickly, hearing your words. Had he ever hear you being this possessive towards him?
“And when I heard that lame dirty talk about bending her over, about how she’d take your cock well and moan like a bitch for you, good god, I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to slapping someone.”
“O–oh,” he breathes out, not being able to articulate anything remotely intelligent due to his mind being completely blank.
“Although I must say that when I reminded myself about this situation later, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Can you imagine? Promising to be a bitch to someone who’s already a slut to someone else. That’s hilarious,” you hum, your lips softly touching the crown of his head. “Anyway, you should be thankful that I’m a well-raised woman, Jaehyun, truly. I’d never cause a scene like that, even though I’d love to fuck you senseless right in front of them.”
He’s not even sure if he’s still breathing, the arousal clouding his mind. His cock is painfully hard now, the weeping head making a mess on his lower abdomen – all that because of your words.
“But you know what’s the worst? I’d have forgiven you without much trouble if she was the only one playing that game but no, you, my love, played along on purpose. All those touches, those words – you did all of that hoping I’d notice, your eyes always searching for me in the crowd to check out my reaction.”
You move away lazily, circling the chair to stand right between his legs once again. Jaehyun gapes at you in silence, his dark eyes still glossy with tears, cheeks flushed deeply, full lips puffy from gnawing on it.
“I thought I was giving you exactly what you wanted, Jaehyun – your beloved space, your precious freedom. I thought that this is what you need, but I was wrong, clearly. All this time, you just wanted to be owned, and I simply didn’t notice.”
“W–well it’s not that I want to be literally owned or something,” he laughs nervously, averting his eyes, long eyelashes brushing his cheekbones.
“So you don’t want people to know that you belong to me?” you ask, tilting your head slightly to the side with a smirk adorning your lips.
“N–no, I–,” he manages to stutter out before he cuts himself off and falls silent.
He doesn’t look up, but the blush adorning his cheeks deepens, the redness slowly starting to creep down his neck to expand onto his chest. From the corner of your eye you can see his cock twitching, and you can’t help but smile, noticing a bead of pre-cum slowly rolling down his shaft, leaving behind a shining trail. You barely started playing with him, and he’s this aroused already – adorable, that bastard of a man.
“If you don’t want to be honest with me, at least be honest with yourself, Jaehyun,” you huff, rolling your eyes as you take a step back and unzip your pants.
You’re aware of his dark eyes following your movements hungrily, but you don’t give a single fuck: you’re not in the mood to give him a show. Instead, you calmly push the fabric down your legs, before neatly folding the pants and putting them to the side. Your pragmatic behaviour must have affected him in a way, however, because Jaehyun is barely breathing before you even reach towards your underwear.
“You would look nice if I gagged you with my panties, you know,” you say with a small smirk. “But, besides the fact that I don’t want to pointlessly ruin my underwear, I’d not be able to hear you begging for mercy.”
“Please,” he breathes out, and you let out a chuckle.
“You’re already warming up, I see. No need to rush, sweetheart, we have plenty of time.”
As you slide your panties down your legs, you immediately notice how damp the fabric in the middle is, which causes you to roll your eyes with an amusement.
“See what you’re doing to me?” you ask, lazily waving your panties right in front of his face.
He’s clearly having trouble focusing, but you can see it when the realization dawns on him: his pupils dilate visibly, and his cock jumps slightly, causing you to grin widely.
“Maybe you should act out more often, Jaehyun,” you muse, leaning towards him. “Showing you your rightful place surely makes my pussy wet as hell.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but a surprised groan escapes instead as your lips land on his, and you swiftly slip your tongue in. Jaehyun immediately starts sucking on it, forgetting about whatever he wanted to say mere seconds before. Your fingers rake through his thick hair, your nails scratching his scalp exactly as he likes it – you can’t help but smirk as he mewls softly in the answer.
“Now, now,” you pant out, swallowing heavily as you move away.
Jaehyun doesn’t want to let you go like that, following after you in hopes of touching your lips with his once again.
“Aren’t you eager, my dear. Worry not, the real fun is just starting,” you chuckle, pecking his swollen lips one last time before straddling his thigh.
You can see his eyes rolling back slightly before he throws his head back, showing off his deliciously thick neck. His voice’s so fucking rough when he says your name, sounding as if intoxicated – there’s a high possibility that you’d be able to get off to his reactions alone. To your absolute delight, Jaehyun seems to be in love in your body nearly as much as he loves your mind, and that says something.
“You seem to like the feeling of my bare pussy pressed against your skin,” you muse, tapping your lips with your index finger, as if you didn’t already know that fact very well.
“You–your lips are so soft and slick, and, fuck, I want to make you come so bad,” he pants out, his impossibly dark eyes boring into yours.
It’s obvious that he’s struggling to control himself: the muscles of his arms are visibly tensed and for a moment you think that he might just free himself out of your ties, but no – Jaehyun wants to prove to you that he’s better than that. After all, you gave him a challenge and there’s not a chance in hell he’s going to lose just like that. With visible difficulty, he calms himself down, forcefully relaxing his muscles and taking a few deep breaths.
“Well, you kind of will,” you shrug, placing your hands on his broad shoulders for the leverage.
With a small grunt, you rise your hips a bit, and start to slowly rock them against his leg. At first the friction isn’t a pleasurable one, but soon tension starts to build in your underbelly. As you steadily move against him, your muscles start to ache and your breath starts to stutter, but you can already tell that it’s gonna be worth it.
“ Jaehyun,” you sigh right into his ear, knowing very well what kind of effect it’s going to have on him.
And indeed, his cock jumps between your bodies, his weeping head brushing the skin of your abdomen ever so slightly. It makes your core clench on its own, just thinking how this situation gets him going. After all, you’re this close to him, yet still too far for him to reach.
“Please,” he breathes simply, his expression pleading.
How he begs so beautifully with that handsome face of his – you’ll never get over it.
“I’ll never do something like that again, I promise. I’ll be good, good just for you,” Jaehyun begs quietly as he moves his head forward, trying to place a kiss somewhere on your face.
You let him do so, leaning towards him so that his soft lips can touch everywhere he can reach. You’re not going to lie: you’re weak for his sweet kisses, for those pouty lips caressing your body lovingly. However, this isn’t time for a reward but for a punishment so, even though it hurts you to do so, you grab him by the hair and forcefully pull him away.
“You’re forgetting yourself, Jaehyun. This is not for you but for me,” you scoff, rolling your eyes as if in irritation.
“I’m not like that woman, babe. I won’t just give you what you want, no, I’ll make you work for it, make you beg for it.”
Your thighs ache more and more as time passes, but you don’t want to give up right now when you’re this close to orgasm. You can’t even tell what makes you feel more aroused: moving against his thigh or treating him in such way. Being this rough with him, speaking such words – there’s something in acting like this that makes you feel deeply excited. You’re now soaking wet and every single flex of his muscles sends jolts of pleasure through your whole body, that’s how excited it makes you feel.
Jaehyun only cries out your name in the answer, and you can’t help but smirk – such pleasure to torment him, indeed. You take a look down to see his angrily red cock all wet from arousal and smirk even wider.
“Rubbing my pussy against you is fun, I’m not going to lie, but you know what would be even better? Your lips closed around my swollen clit as you massage it with your tongue,” you sigh, throwing your head back as the memories of such situations flood your mind. “How good it’d feel to have the head of your cock parting my lips to slowly enter my pussy, as my muscles ache from the stretch before they relax enough for me to move.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, love, it’ll never happen again,” Jaehyun grunts, his body unbelievably tensed as he tries to control himself.
“Of course it won’t,” you chuckle in the answer, your movements much less regular now as the tingling in your body only gets stronger and stronger.
“If you do that again, there will be no mercy, Jaehyun . No fucking mercy,” you growl, digging your nails hard into his skin.
“You won’t be able to, ah, fucking walk for days I, fuck, I assure you, ah,” you manage to add before your voice cracks, and you finally come.
You can barely keep your body up now, your thighs shaking violently as your muscles clench tightly around nothing. The waves of pleasure wash over your body as you try to catch your breath, desperately gasping for breath as a joyful laugh bubbles in your chest. Everything feels so goddamn good.
In the end, it takes you a few minutes to get both your body and mind to function properly. When you finally get yourself together enough to take a proper look at your partner, you almost laugh out loud happily. Jaehyun looks like you’ve fucked with him for hours already, and to be frank, there’s something in such view that make you feel proud of yourself. You can already tell that when you finally grant him his orgasm, he’s going to lose it completely. What a shame that this is not going to happen in the near future.
“This was so good, my love,” you tell him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I was on the verge of going crazy here, really.”
“I still am,” Jaehyun answers hoarsely. “Will you touch me, please?”
“Sure, but not right now.”
“Pardon?” Jaehyun chokes out, gaping at you, completely stupefied.
“I’m kinda hungry, you see, and I’m going to get myself something to eat. Some water too would be great,” you hum in the answer, standing up carefully.
You have to rest your hand on his shoulder as the dull ache hits you.
“Damn, my legs are going to kill me later,” you comment with a chuckle as you bend your knee with a quiet moan of pain.
You can basically see the moment the realization downs on him.
“Babe,” he pleads quietly, sending you a begging stare from under his long eyelashes – he knows what he’s doing, clearly.
But it’s not going to work today.
“I should go and rest for now, gonna be back later though. Thankfully, the heating system is great in this building, so you’re not gonna catch a cold,” you inform him instead, already walking towards the door.
“And just so you know, don’t you fucking dare to free yourself and play with that pretty cock of yours. When I’m back, we’ll be picking it up exactly as I leave it.”
Jaehyun only nods obediently, knowing very well that there’s nothing he can do now.
“Gonna be back later,” you send him a last playful grin before you close the door.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaehyun sighs, shaking his head as he eyes the weeping head of his cock.
“This is going to be a long day”, he murmurs to himself, knowing very well that he just gets what he deserves.
Getting your well-deserved rest after a long day didn’t seem to be an option for you today, as you heard someone rather aggressively knocking on your door. Quite a few times more than it was necessary at 11PM, in your opinion.
“What on earth?” you snapped, opening the door with full intend to scold the person responsible for disturbing your peaceful evening.
To be frank, you could’ve expected literally anyone but Mark Lee.
“Hi,” he choked out, breathing heavily as if he had just finished a marathon.
Clearly chilled to the bone, to crown it all. Your irritation melted into a resignation, as you sighed heavily before quickly ushering him inside your apartment. For some reason, his hair seemed to be damp, which caused your irritation to make an appearance once again.
“I always thought that you’re on the smarter side, honey, but it seems that in reality you’re a complete idiot,” you scoffed, already searching for a blanket to help him warm up a little.
Visibly flabbergasted, Mark couldn’t utter a single word, his recent confidence gone the very moment your powerful persona entered the picture. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and he had to admit that you weren’t wrong in the slightest – he looked like a fucking mess.
“Thanks,” he managed to say, rolling his eyes as if offended by your comment.
His words, however, didn’t match his overall bashful behaviour. Deep down, Mark knew that the scolding you were giving him was a well-deserved one.
“You must have been in a hurry. You didn’t even notice that it’s freezing outside, did you?”
Mark looked away, clearly ashamed: he did notice that it was cold, yes, but he didn’t give a single fuck about it – he needed to see you. With another sigh, you handled him the blanket, and sat on the couch, trying to busy yourself with something. In the end, you reached towards the coffee table for a cup of tea you had made for yourself before he appeared on your doorstep, and took a sip of the still warm liquid.
“I had to see you,” he said after a moment of silence, his voice shaking a little.
You didn’t even realize how close he had got to you, but he now stood in front of you, towering over you.
“I can’t take it any more.”
“Take what?” you asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.
It took a lot from you to pretend that you didn’t notice his choice of words. In reality, the memory of his hungry expression mere seconds before he had kissed you broke the surface of your mind almost immediately, causing your pulse to speed up slightly. Suddenly you remembered everything about that moment as if it was barely yesterday that the situation had taken place.
“I–I can’t stop thinking about you, about your, well, your touch. You’re appearing even in my dreams,” Mark said, practically stumbling over his words, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of the blanket.
You calmly placed your cup back on the table, making sure that it wouldn’t get in your way in the near future.
“And what exactly am I doing in them?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a smile.
He was standing just a touch away from you.
“Do I touch you?”
“Yes,” Mark breathed out quietly, his darkened expression telling you everything you needed to know about those dreams.
That fact, however, didn’t mean that you’d let such a perfect occasion slip away.
“Where?” you hummed, tugging on the blanket strongly enough for it to drop onto the floor.
“It always starts from the moment I’m sitting on your lap,” he answered in a hoarse voice, his eyes glued to your lips hungrily.
A surprised gasp left his lips as you grabbed him by the waist, and drew him towards you – exactly onto your lap. Due to his dumbfoundedness it wasn’t the most graceful move you had ever pulled on someone, but Mark adapted quickly, setting on your lap comfortably just like the last time.
“Like that?” you murmured, your hands slowly caressing his clothed thighs.
“Yeah, but in my dreams, you also undress me.”
You raised a brow, clearly amused by his shameless behaviour, but you’d lie if you said that you didn’t like it. Staring right into his eyes, you grabbed the hem of his, or rather yours, hoodie and started to slowly lift it up. You found that incredibly sexy that not only he was wearing your clothes, but you were also the one who was about to take them off of him.
“It’s starting rather nicely, doesn’t it,” you mused, swiftly pulling the thick fabric over his head.
Mark nodded with a small smile, the flush on his cheeks deepening in shade as you shamelessly stared at his nicely muscled arms and chest, noting the prominent collarbones, and unblemished skin that practically begged to be marked once again.
“Aren’t you gorgeous,” you sighed, your hands moving up and down his sides a few times before they started to wander over his shoulders and biceps.
It occurred to you that all this time you had seen him as just a boy: Mark had a great personality, really, but he was acting like an insecure boy that wanted to please everyone no matter what, which didn’t sit well with you. Now, however, on your lap was sitting a man, not a boy. A man who, even thought visibly flustered, was confident and determined, a little selfish even, a man who was not afraid to go for something he wanted. You weren’t going to lie – you liked that development quite a lot.
“Look who’s talking,” he answered smoothly, taking one of your hands into his bigger one and placing it on his chest.
“You’re literally making my heart race.”
His rapid heartbeat took you by surprise, but it felt strangely pleasing to know how his body reacts to you. As you were thinking about it, a sinful thought suddenly appeared in your mind.
“Seems like your heart’s pumping a lot of blood right now,” you said lazily, a mischievous tone in your voice.
It took him a moment to get what you were referring to, but when he finally did, he hung his head low, clearly flustered by the implication. After all, his sweats did nothing to hide the already prominent bulge, so you were obviously teasing him.
“Well, it’s not like you’re wrong,” he managed to say in an incredibly embarrassed voice.
If asked, Mark wouldn’t be able to explain why exactly he was reacting like that, but he suspected it was because of you: the way you spoke, the way you were touching him, the way you were looking at him. He often pondered over such turn of events in the seclusion of his bedroom, but it didn’t really occur to him how much of an impact your mere presence would have on him if his fantasies became reality.
“As much as I want to see you naked, there’s something I need to do first,” you said with a smile that made a shiver of excitement run down his spine.
When your lips landed on the skin just beneath his jaw, Mark instinctively threw his head back. One of your arms circled his waist, as the other slipped between your bodies to massage his stiffened cock. Your fingers cupped him through the fabric of his sweats, careful not to hurt him as you started to move your hand along his clothed shaft.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Mark moaned, feeling your lips moving down his neck, undoubtedly leaving more or less visible marks behind.
The way he choked out your name when the tip of your tongue traced the shape of his Adam’s apple made your core clench deliciously. Those soft noises he was making, his cock getting harder by the second under your ministrations, his soft skin that tasted so sweetly on your lips – your body was on fire, and it was all because of him. Mark Lee was driving you crazy.
“Good god, the sounds you’re making make me even more aroused,” you sighed, peppering his collarbones with open-mouthed kisses.
Mark let out a quiet chuckle, hearing your words.
“Well, that’s because you’re making me feel so damn good, and I can’t control myself around you,” he said, throwing his arms around your neck, his lips connecting with yours mere seconds later.
The kiss wasn’t a gentle one, no, it was hungry, aggressive even, full of desire that both of you tried to contain for the past few months. When you bit on his lower lip, he instinctively opened his mouth, giving you the chance to slip your tongue inside. When you were planning a peaceful evening for yourself a few hours ago, you certainly wouldn’t have guessed that you’ll end up with a half-naked man squirming on your lap.
“Honestly, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” you chuckled, sucking on his lower lip to earn a sweet moan from him.
“We’re literally just making out, and my pussy’s so fucking wet right now, Jesus.”
“Should I lick it clean then?” he panted out with a smile, placing a sweet peck on your cheek.
His offer took you by surprise, and for a moment you simply couldn’t utter a single word – did he just ask to eat you out, or was it your wishful thinking?
“Oh god, please, forget that I said that,” he mumbled quickly, clearly misinterpreting your momentary silence.
“No,” you shook your head firmly, your voice hoarse to the point where you could barely recognize it.
One of your hands possessively caressed his hipbone through the fabric of his sweats, the other rubbed his thigh in a similar manner. You could feel the shiver that ran through his body, the way his breath speed up slightly when he heard the tone of your voice – he was so deliciously responsive.
“If you think that I’d pass on such an occasion, you’re wrong, Mark.”
“Am I?” he asked, dumbfounded for some reason.
“Surely. I can’t wait to see that handsome face all shiny from my cum, you see.”
Mark swallowed thickly at your answer.
“Now, you’re going to stand up, my love, and kneel in front of me,” you commanded with a soft smile playing on your lips.
There was no doubt that Mark Lee changed a lot during the last few years, but his need to please those he cherished remained all the same. The way he followed your orders, oh, so naturally, made your head spin – it was absolutely delightful.
“Damn, you look so good on your knees, did you know that?” you chuckled, standing up unhurriedly.
You slid down your sweats along with the underwear in one swift motion, and kicked it somewhere to the side. Your fingers quickly found their way into his thick locks: caressing his hair gently at first, only to grab a handful of it and tug harshly a moment later.
“Fuck, harder, please,” he groaned, his mouth slightly ajar, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“Cute,” you commented, his behaviour making you feel even more impatient than you already were.
He’s looking up at you when his tongue slowly parted your folds, skilfully licking and sucking on them for some time before he started to tease your entrance.
“Don’t tease me,” you murmured in a cautionary tone, your hips bucking into his face instinctively.
Mark let out a soft moan when you rubbed your pussy against his lips and nose, the tip of his tongue finally slipping inside you. His hands massaged your thighs, moving to squeeze your butt from time to time, as he licked your pussy like a starved man.
“I like your taste,” he groaned, the low sound resonating in your body.
“And I like it when you taste me,” you hummed, soft whines escaping your lips here and there as he started to place open-mouthed kisses all over your lower lips.
Maybe that’s why you moaned loudly out of sheer surprise when he sucked strongly on your clit. Thankfully, it was already swollen enough for the stimulation to feel good, but you simply didn’t expect that move from him. You weren’t going to complain, though.
“Honestly, I, fuck, I can’t tell if I’m getting close already because you’re so, so fucking talented with your tongue, or I was long gone, ummm, even before you offered to eat me out,” you panted out with a quiet chuckle, at this point just instinctively rubbing your crotch against his face, especially against the tips of his nose.
“Why not both,” Mark answered in a smug tone of voice, his hands firmly holding the back of your thighs as he happily lapped on your labia.
Your legs started to shake not too long after, the tiredness you felt a couple of hours before finally catching on with your body. You could feel the orgasm approaching: it was coming closer and closer, the tension in your body increasing slowly but surely.
“Fuck,” you sighed softly, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure.
Your skin felt too tight, too hot, but at the same time you felt completely boneless as your legs were close to giving up underneath you. His hands rubbed the skin of your thighs tenderly, making you feel strangely calm: you were glad for his unspoken support, knowing that he won’t move away until you’re ready.
“That was one fucking orgasm,” you finally said, your fingers raking through his tangled locks.
“I can tell,” he answered, looking up at you to show off his cum-covered face.
“Give me a moment, and I’m gonna thank you for it.”
“No need for that,” Mark murmured, bashfully looking away.
Taking a better look at his crotch, you noticed a dark stain on the fabric.
“At this rate, I’m going to be ready for another round in a matter of minutes,” you laughed out loud, bending forward to press a kiss to his sticky lips.
“If you cum like that just from playing with my pussy a little, then I’m curious what would happen if I took interest directly in your cock.”
Mark swallowed, hearing the mischievous note in your voice – he was in for a long ass ride. Not that he complained, of course.
Contains: Dirty talk, hand job, nipple play, marking, overstimulation
Word count:1297
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“Babe,” he sighs shakily as he feels your arms tightly circling his slim waist.
“Yes?” you ask pressing your soft body into his hard one and place a kiss on his shoulder blade through the t-shirt.
“I’m busy,” Taeyong says trying to sound stern, but it’s almost physically impossible for him when you’re this close.
It’s not that he doesn’t like it, quite the opposite: feeling the warmth of your body and knowing that you’re here with him always makes him feel peaceful. Today, however, with your chest pressed flush against his back he can feel how rapidly your heart is beating, and he knows that your intentions aren’t pure in the slightest.
“But I’m not going to disrupt you, love,” you chuckle rubbing your face into his back breathing his comforting scent.
The amusement in your voice says something else, but there is nothing he can do, especially when he feels the wave of excitement flooding his body. With a sigh Taeyong comes back to slicing the meat he brought for the dinner patiently awaiting your next move. He doesn’t have to wait long.
“I went shopping today,” you start casually moving your hand up and down his chest.
Taeyong takes a deep breath trying to relax, but his heartbeat speeded up already. Your nails oh-so-accidentally graze his nipple from time to time in a lazy manner and he slowly but surely starts to lose his composure.
“Didn’t you go shopping a few days ago?” he asks trying to ignore the arousal coiling in his belly and focus solely on the task in front of him.
“Yes, love, but at the time I didn’t have enough money with me to buy a cute lingerie set I spotted there. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I came back today and bought it.”
One of your hands dips lower grazing the hem of his sweats teasingly only to come back to his chest mere seconds later. You repeat the movement a few times, teasing him with the promise of something much more interesting than just that insufficient touch.
“How does it look like?” Taeyong chokes out putting the knife carefully aside and closing his eyes slightly.
“It’s nothing fancy: just a pair of baby blue lacy panties and a matching bralette. I’ll show you later,” you murmur placing kisses along the neckline of his t-shirt.
Taeyong swallows quietly: everything looks fancy when you’re the one wearing it. No matter what it is, it invariably drives him crazy when he sees you in it. It’s all just an addition to your beauty.
“However, that’s not what I wanted to talk about,” you add finally slipping both hands under his t-shirt to massage his chest without the barrier of clothes.
“No?” he says breathlessly as your fingers play with his stiffened nipples, circling sensitive areolas teasingly.
“No,” you confirm softly, one of your hands moving lazily down his chest and abdomen to reach his waistband once again.
This time you don’t retreat it back up, no, this time your palm massages his length through the soft fabric of his sweats and Taeyong groans throatily as he bucks his hips slightly. You can feel him harden under your touch which makes you even wetter than you already were. The arousal pulses in your body as you rub your crotch against his butt trying to blow off some steam. The relief is only momentary, but it’s enough for you to regain your focus.
“When I was leaving the store, something caught my eye,” you muse slipping fingers past the waistband and wrapping them around his cock.
“W-what was it?” he stutters as his dick throbs in your hand.
His hands are now tightly grabbing the edge of the counter as he tries to focus on your words rather than on the overwhelming pleasure. The most delicate touch of yours is enough to make him hopeless, and he absolutely loves that. It’s no secret that Taeyong enjoys giving you the power over him just as much as you enjoy having it.
“A pair of lacy panties in the prettiest shade of dark green,” you whispered tugging his sweats down his thighs with the free hand.
“You cannot even fathom how wet I’ve become when the image of you wearing it flashed before my eyes.”
“Oh,” was all Taeyong was able to say dizzy from the lust that flooded his mind.
In the meantime you spit onto your hand and wrap your fingers properly around his length this time. Your hand moves up and down, slowly at first but gradually speeding up as Taeyong moans and groans and whimpers – a music to your ears and for your ears only. You deeply enjoy the firmness of his manhood in your palm, the bulging vines and pre-cum dripping from the slit. It’s your pleasure to say that your man is now a complete mess, and it’s all because of your doings.
“You see, I couldn’t get said image of my head for the whole day. All I could think of was how gorgeous your butt would look wrapped in that lace,” you murmur nipping gently at the skin of his shoulder.
You always like to leave traces of your affection on his body: hickeys all over his skin, red trails made by your fingernails, imprints of your hands on his thighs and buttocks. Every time he looks in the mirror all he can think of is you.
“And your cock, god, your cock,” you sigh tightening your grip and twisting your wrist around the head.
Taeyong is cursing under his breath as he fucks your fist in the limited space you left for him between your body and the kitchen counter. Everything just feels so good he can’t control himself any more. His mind can only focus on you: your touch, your voice, your smell.
“I can’t even begin to imagine how drenched my own panties would be if I saw your rock-hard dick covered by such thin fabric. I’d rip it off with my own fucking teeth.”
“Fuck,” Taeyong yelps throwing pressing his body firmly into yours as milky cum shots out of his cock.
Sticky substance covers your hand, the cupboards and his pants while you kiss his neck and whisper sweet nonsense into his ear. He’s breathing is heavy as you continue to slide your hand up and down his shaft not showing sign of stopping. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes your plans, the pain of overstimulation mixes with pleasure bringing him to yet another orgasm.
“I think I’ll go and buy those panties, love. I want to ride your cock as you wear them, I want to ruin them with my juices until here is nothing left of them.”
The very idea makes him cum on the spot surprising you: you have no time to cover the swollen head and the sperm lands on his t-shirt replenishing the complete mess you had turned him into.
“Everything fine, love?” you ask peppering kisses on his covered back as he comes back from his high.
You can feel his legs shaking from the effort, cock twitching in your cum-covered hand.
“Yeah, just a little dizzy from all those orgasms. Anyway I have to finish the dinner,” he sighs, but you’re already shaking your head moving away gently.
“I’ll take care of that love, you take a shower and change. Is that alright?”
“Thank you,” he says turning around with the sweetest smile and kisses you deeply.
You pull his sweats up and slap his backside playfully as he places open-mouthed kisses on your face and neck.
“Whose butt is that?” you ask mischievously tilting your head.
imagine not seeing him for weeks because of his busy schedules so you overstimulate him (either after a concert or on his free day) to make up for lost time and see him squirm from you sucking him off and playing with his nipples <3
[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.
