Strawberry Milk

Strawberry Milk

cw: sub!Felix; dom!reader; reader - unspecified pronouns/gender/junk; kink awakening; under-negotiated kink; cock-stepping; dacryphilia; cross-dressing; cock spanking; degradation; humiliation; exhibition; cumplay - cum drinking, snowballing; sexting; public masturbation/hand job; mentions of underwear theft, omorashi/piss kink; pet names - baby, kitty (for Felix); we start out mean but get a lil gentle towards the end, also we nearly veered into genderfucky territory, but i don't think we really went there, do with that what you will

wordcount: 4,807 words

posted for @skzseasons !S Week event!🌸💕

“I think I’m a pervert.”

Hyunjin makes That Face when you finally make your admission. It’s one you’re used to seeing—the expression he has when Jisung spills another iced coffee all over himself or Changbin breaks the knob off his internal volume control for a moment. It’s the face he makes when the world has disappointed, but not surprised him.

You’re a little offended, honestly—you think your degeneracy could merit at least a little shock—but you press on anyways.

“I think—I think I might have done something fucked up. And I think I liked it.” You leave out how you’ve been sitting on this revelation for nearly a week now, lying awake in your bed with a hand shoved down your underwear and the sight of Felix on the ground playing on loop behind your eyelids.

“Hmm. ‘Fucked up’ how?”

“I-I don’t know, I… didn’t mean to? But…” You really hadn’t. High off the rush of winning, you hadn’t wanted to hurt him or scare him, you were just so caught up in having the upper hand. But the sight of him wide-eyed and fearful, tears welling up in his eyes, had made your stomach twist with as much desire as guilt. “…but-I-think-I-like-making-boys-cry?”

“Well. Yeah.”

“What do you mean, ‘yeah’?”

“You watch reality tv, don’t you?”

“What—what does that have to do with anything?”

“You like seeing people suffer. Obviously.”

“Look—schadenfreude isn’t the same as, as sadism, I—” You don’t know how to put words to the memory—Felix laughing and squirming, sprawled out on his ass and elbows in the wet grass beneath you—you wobbly, out of breath and off-balance, as the foot you’d meant to plant on his chest comes to rest square on his crotch.

“Hyunjin, I don’t think you can compare stepping on someone to watching people have meltdowns on TV.”

“Wait, you stepped on someone?”

“No! Maybe?” The recollection of it snares you at the most unexpected moments—sunlight caught on the fat teardrops welling up in his eyes, blush blooming across his freckled cheeks, the heat of his cock growing fat and stiff under your bare foot. “Kinda…”

“Ha. Step on me, mommy?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

And he does, and for a while you think that’s it. Until Hyunjin’s soft voice breaks the silence again.

“It’s not a big deal, you know? Loads of people are into that kind of thing.”

“Whatever…”

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Look, you—you don’t really know what’s going on.

For the past couple weeks, you’ve been trying to keep a respectful distance from Felix—you tell yourself you’re being considerate, giving him space, but you can’t deny the way your stomach twists when he catches your eye. It’s good manners, you tell yourself, not avoidance.

Right now, being ‘respectful’ mostly just means staring at your phone while you pretend you don’t notice Seungmin slowly hiding everyone’s keys and earbuds in the hood of your sweater.

When Jisung drags Felix out of the room, crowing about “winning the bet”, you don’t think much of it. If anything, you relax for the first time since you walked in the door. The tension melts from your shoulders as you burrow deeper into the sofa, huffing out a little laugh as Seungmin tugs his hand away with a yelp.

It’s possibly the most peaceful ten minutes you’ve had, until the door to Jisung’s room slams open again to reveal Felix in a schoolgirl’s uniform.

No one questions why Jisung just has one on hand. It’s not one of those cheap, costume-y ones either, not some shapeless and skimpy thing made from oddly shiny polyester in generic white and blue. You make a note in the back of your mind to look it up later—there are endless things to tease Jisung for, but any addition to your pile of ammunition is welcome.

The funniest part—because this is funny, right?—is how good it looks on Felix. The cream-colored sailor collar makes his tawny skin glow and the dark green pleats of the skirt swish around his lissome legs with every step he takes. As your gaze makes it’s way down, you realize Jisung even completed the look with a tiny little pair of socks—knobby ankles framed by frills of white lace that make your jaw go slack and your brain fizzle with static.

When you drag your eyes back up to his face, Felix’s gaze is locked on you.

Your ribcage feels too tight for your lungs.

You’re not doing this.

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As soon as Minho and Seungmin start squabbling over what movie to put on, you bolt for the kitchen, mumbling some excuse about getting snacks. You don’t bother to flip the light switch, just tuck yourself out of sight and bury your face in your hands.

Deep breaths, in and out.

You’ll go back once the lights are out, you decide. Lights out, movie on, and maybe then you’ll be able to keep yourself from staring like a creep. You drag in one last deep, shuddery breath to settle yourself, tip your head back and groan, before pushing yourself off the wall.

Only to find yourself face to face with Felix.

His expression is open and guileless, eyes intent on you even as he gnaws at his lip and fiddles with his sleeves. And he’s still wearing that goddamn school uniform.

“I thought… you might need some help…?” His voice is low and clear against the din of your friends in the next room, and you swallow hard.

“Sure.” You clear your throat, push past him to rummage through the freezer. “Yeah, sure, whatever…”

For a while, you almost feel normal again—preheating the oven and dumping pizza rolls onto a baking sheet, pawing through the cupboards for chips and microwave popcorn. Felix doesn’t help so much as get underfoot, though, trailing after you so closely you’re surprised he isn’t tripping over your heels. He keeps reaching for things a little too late when you ask for them, just before you reach for them yourself, hands colliding as he mumbles apologies into your ear. The constant proximity, the heat of his body, his breath in your ear, it’s all fraying at your self-control one thread at a time.

When his fingers brush along the back of your hand for the third or fourth time, it snaps, sending you whirling around to back him into the counter.

“What is wrong with you?”

He shrugs listlessly, gaze drifting to the side to avoid yours, and something knots up in your chest. You’re winding a hand in his hair before you even realize, dragging his eyes back to meet your own. He’s biting his lip again, and it makes you want to replace his teeth with your own, makes you want to make him cry again.

There’s an infuriatingly calm, almost expectant look in his eyes, and you realize… Felix followed you in here.

When you drag him in for a kiss, it’s less like two puzzle pieces slotting together and more like a car crash—messy and crude, open-mouthed and hungry as you push your tongue into his mouth, curl it against the roof and swallow down his gasping little whines. You withdraw just long enough for him to keen like a little animal, his breath hot against your lips, and you reward him by digging your teeth into his lower lip and snaking a hand up his skirt.

Even through the soft cotton of his boxers, he’s hot in your hand, cock already stiffening as you cup and squeeze it experimentally. It’s more an inspection than it is an attempt at real stimulation, but his hips jerk under the attention anyways.

“You’re really getting hard from being pushed around, huh?”

His face scrunches up at your words, but he nods frantically. Something feral and mean inside of you rears up at the sight of him, lips shiny with your spit and twisted in a grimace, eyes already glossy with tears.

“Lift up your skirt.” The speed with which he follows your instruction goes to your head like champagne on an empty stomach, bright and bubbly and warm.

Felix makes such a depraved little picture for you—hair mussed, face flushed under the constellations of his freckles, hands trembling just a little as he lifts his little schoolgirl skirt up to show off the outline of his cock. It’s straining against his plain grey boxer-briefs, a damp spot slowly darkening along the front—all at once, you think of working him up and making him cum all over himself like a pervert, of making him wet himself like a desperate little girl, of watching it run down his slim thighs onto the floor and pushing his face down to lick his own mess off the cold tile like a dog.

“Did you like it, when I stepped on your little cock?” You squeeze hard, watch the way his lips part with a tiny little gasp, then pull your hand away. “Well?”

He nods, brow furrowed, but that’s not enough—you bring your hand down against his cock, quick and sharp. A ragged gasp tears it’s way out of his throat, his hips jerking under the punishment.

“Use your words, baby.” You spank him harder, a second, then a third time, laughing with disbelief at the way his cock twitches under your palm, at the way his head tips back and his eyes flutter shut. Tears glisten along his lashes, salty on your lips when you lean in to brush a kiss against them.

“I-I did, I liked it, I… I…” Words failing him, he drops down to his knees, nuzzling into your thigh as he fumbles with the waistband of your shorts. For just a moment, the thought of fucking Felix’s face with all your friends just one room over sends wild thrill skittering up your spine, has you nearly ready to let him do as he pleases.

Instead, you slap his hands away and grab him by the hair again to drag him upright, his hands scrambling to grab onto your sweater as he half-climbs up your body.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Did I tell you that you could touch me?”

“N-no…”

“You can touch me when you’ve earned it, do you understand?”

He nods, and you tighten your grip, pulling a whine from him as the motion tugs at his scalp.

“I’m going to give you a chance to earn it. And to calm down, because,” you draw back to look him up and down with an arched brow. “I’m sure you don’t want to walk out in front of everyone looking like a desperate little slut, do you?”

“No—no, please…” He shakes his head, and you loosen your grip on his hair with a smile.

Abandoning him to make your way to the fridge, you rummage around with a gentle hum, taking your time as you listen to him rock nervously back and forth against the counter. You resurface with a carton of milk in one hand and a bottle of syrup in the other, return to set them on the counter on either side of Felix, trapping him in your arms at the same time.

“You’re going to make strawberry milk for everyone. That is why you’re taking so long. But first…” You reach past him into the cupboard, pull out a glass and a straw twisted into the shape of a heart and filled with silver glitter and hold them up with a wry smirk. “…you’re going to jerk your little cock off into your cup and then fill it up the rest of the way with milk. When you’re done making enough for everyone else, you’re going to bring them all out to us, and you’re going to drink yours in front of everyone. Understand?”

He nods again, before he catches himself—“yes! Yes, m—yes, I understand— ”

“Good.” You file away the little stumble in his words for later, and then a wicked thought occurs to you. “Hm. Before you finish your glass, you’re going to do one more thing—you’re going to offer me a sip, so I know you made it right.”

It takes a moment, but you watch as Felix’s eyes go wide, lips parting, as your last order slowly settles in. Not even the shriek of the stove timer cuts through his hazy expression, and once you’re done pulling out the pizza rolls and shutting off the oven, you give in to the urge to drop a quick, smacking kiss onto his worried little mouth before you leave him.

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When Felix pops back out of the kitchen, only one glass in hand, a part of you wilts a little in disappointment—only to perk up like a seedling in the rain when you realize he’s making his way toward you, sparkly little straw twirling between his fingertips.

“Try it?” There’s a sly little smile curling up the corners of his mouth as he holds the drink out; it makes you want to bend him over your knee to spank it off his face, almost as much as you want to thread your fingers through his hair and drag him in for a kiss.

You let him lift the cup to your face, angle the straw to your lips himself, and you suck. Syrupy strawberry and bitter cum bloom across your tongue, so cloying and filthy it makes your heart nearly skip a beat, sends a rush of heat straight between your legs. Looking up at him through your lashes, you barely notice as Jisung whines for a taste and Felix tells him snottily that he can wait with everyone else.

“How is it?” Felix’s eyes are intent on yours, and you can’t hold back—don’t want to hold back—the stupid grin that paints itself across your face.

You catch his wrist in your grip carefully, lean in to steal another sip.

“It’s perfect.”

“This is nepotism,” Jisung declares indignantly, and you laugh as Felix skips back to the kitchen.

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Even with the lights off, you can tell how restless Felix is. He’s always a little fidgety, a squirmy, squeaky little duck of a boy, but he’s in rare form tonight—you can see him twirling his straw and wiggling into the couch cushions even as you keep your eyes trained on the movie. When Minho smacks his knee, scolds him for thumping his ankle against the sofa, you have to struggle to tamp down your smile. No one’s really noticed, you’re sure, but it’s so obvious—he’s a mess, and it’s all for you.

A spark of inspiration hits, and you slide your phone out of your pocket to tap out a quick message.

You: are you enjoying your drink?

You can tell the moment he gets your message, eyes widening as he hops up in his seat. He fumbles at his pocket, glass thumping down hard on the side table as he drags his phone out, and when his eyes dart up from your message to meet your own, you don’t shy away. It’s only when he shrinks down, curling in on himself as he clutches his phone like a lifeline, that you let your focus drop back down to your own.

It’s hard not to hold your breath as you wait for the buzz of your phone, hard not to immediately pop it open when the notification pops up on your screen. Just because he’s the most interesting part of your night—of your month, honestly—doesn’t mean you need to act so eager for him.

felix🐣: i wish it tasted like you 🥺

It would be annoying, the way six words and a stupid emoji knock the breath of your lungs, but you’re too preoccupied with the image of him on his knees, tongue out and eyes hazy and hungry for you, too preoccupied with nearly regretting your choices back in the kitchen.

You squeeze your thighs together and draw in an unsteady breath. You don’t look up at Felix.

You: you don’t even know what i taste like, tho

You: or do you?

You: have you been bad, kitty? have you been pawing through my things, sniffing at my underwear like a filthy little animal?

Maybe you’re imagining the way his hands tremble, as you watch him from the corner of your eye, but you’re sure you aren’t imagining the way the whites of his eyes catch the light as they widen, or the bob of his throat as he swallows.

felix🐣: i haven’t

You cock your head to the side as you look down at your phone, tap your glass to your lip thoughtfully—putting on a mean little show of doubt for him.

It’s only seconds before your phone is buzzing again.

felix🐣: really i promise i haven’t

felix🐣: really really really reall

felix🐣: :((

There’s something in his frantic denial that tastes like blood in the water to you, your typing barely keeping up with your thoughts as you put your autocorrect to the test.

You: i bet you’ve thought about it at least

You: don’t lie to me, kitty

You: have you?

As you tuck your phone back into your lap, anticipation thrums through your veins, so heavy it feels like it could push you right out of your own body. Around you, your friends laugh at some joke you missed, and you feel at once claustrophobic and terrifyingly adrift from the world.

Then your palm is tingling with the vibration of a new message, and your whole world narrows down to one point of focus.

felix🐣: maybe

felix🐣: yes

felix🐣: yes yes yes im sorry

felix🐣: pls don’t be mad :(

felix🐣: im sorry im gross

When you look up, Felix is avoiding your gaze, face tucked into his knees as he keeps his gaze trained blankly on the movie. The sight squeezes at your heart, makes you want pet his hair and kiss his freckles one by one.

You: it’s okay

You: i don’t care as long as you’re honest

You: tell me how gross you can be, baby

For a long while, there’s nothing. Disappointment sets in—you were trying to be gentle, but did you push him too hard? Was this what was too much? The high of completely unsupported confidence fades, and you’re just about ready to start doubting everything about the night…

Then your phone buzzes. And buzzes. And keeps on buzzing.

felix🐣: i wanna sniffyourunderwear

felix🐣: wanna know what it smells like after it’s been pressed up against you all day

felix🐣: wanna taste it wanna lick your cum off it want you to gag me with it please

felix🐣: i wanna jerk off with them get them all messy

felix🐣: want you to catch me and yell at me and

felix🐣: rub my face in my own mess and tell me ive been bad

felix🐣: sometimes i even think about you making me wear them while you spank me

felix🐣: making me spread my legs for you and

felix🐣: and calling me stupid and useless and slutty and

felix🐣: and making me do othergrossstuffforyou

You read Felix’s messages, and then you reread them at least three more times, thoughts a riot of impatience and want. All this time you’ve spent knotting yourself up with guilt and shame, when what he wants is for you to be even crueler to him, when it seems he’s been wanting this for longer than you could have imagined. You’re going to ruin him.

(You’re going to have to keep ‘other gross stuff’ in mind while you do it, too.)

When you finally look up, he’s curled as small as he can make himself, lanky limbs tucked in and eyes scrunched shut as if he’s bracing for something. You’ve never seen a sight that’s so pitiful, and it tempers the wild, mean thing he’s set loose in you, just a little.

You: oh, kitty

You: you’ve been so good for me. you’re gonna get everything you want, i promise.

You: <3

With that last message, you slide your phone back into your pocket and settle in to pretend to pay attention to the movie. And if the fists curled into your hoodie don’t unclench for the next hour, no one notices.

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After the movie, there’s a wave of drowsy murmurs as the lights flip on and your pack starts settling on what’s happening next. Pretty much everyone is going to crash right here, and most nights you would as well, but… you think that tonight, you’d rather end up in your own bed. And that you’d prefer to not end up there alone.

You stand up to stretch, satisfaction coiling low in your belly when you catch sight of Felix straightening up at your movement.

“I think I’m gonna walk home.” Your voice is just loud enough to carry across the room, a little unsteady, but that’s fine considering half your friends are still blinking the sleep from their eyes. “The weather’s been nice lately, there’s been shooting stars all week.”

“It’s too late to go out alone.” Of course, Chan objects. You’d almost feel guilty, you know he worries—but you have plans for the night, and not even your resident Dad Friend is gonna throw a wrench in them now.

“I’ll walk, too!” It’s an admirable show of restraint, that you’ve managed not to look at Felix until he’s already hopped out of his seat, volunteering himself as tribute.

“There! I won’t be alone!” You flash Chan a shit-eating grin as you hook your arm through Felix’s, dragging him towards the door before your second favorite Australian has a chance to argue. “We’ll be by with donuts in the morning, yeah?”

Behind you, you just barely catch Changbin’s voice, “wait, is Felix still wearing—”

Then the door shuts behind you, and the two of you are alone, set loose into the night.

It really is a gorgeous evening, cool and breezy, with only the faintest promise of summer thickening the air. Felix’s hand is a welcome warmth when you catch it in your own, swinging it as he matches his pace to yours. You pretend not to notice the way he rubs circles into the back of your hand with his thumb, just like you pretend that you aren’t grinning like an idiot.

There’s a calm that settles over you, with the city around you so still and hushed, with Felix’s shoulder nudging into yours as your footsteps echo along the street. It feels like no one exists but the two of you, like you have all the time in the world.

The tension that had you all twisted up, like a rope swing ready to spin out of control, eases into something lazy, almost leisurely. You have the whole night ahead of you, and you intend to take advantage of that. When you come up to a bus stop, you lean into his side to steer him into the flickering light. He’s meek as a kitten, letting you gently crowd him into the corner with no question.

“Hey.” You know you still have that goofy grin on your face, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Hey.” It's not as embarrassing, you figure, when the look on Felix's face is just as dumb as yours.

“Do something for me, baby?”

“Anything.” His answer is immediate, breathless, and it’s as sweet as the fake strawberry that’s still lingering on your tongue.

“Get your cock out for me.”

There’s only a moment’s hesitation as his eyes flick past your shoulders, then Felix is hiking his skirt up and tugging the front of his boxers down to show himself off for you—he’s still soft, his cock looking so small and chubby and sweet in his hand, little pink head peeking out from his golden brown foreskin. He can’t look you in the eyes, shrinking in on himself even as the cock in his hand stiffens under your gaze.

“Look at me…” Your voice is low and lilting as you lean in, drunk on the cool spring air and the power of making someone commit public indecency with just a few words. When he obeys, you continue: “You were such a good kitty tonight. I have something for you.”

“You do?”

“Mhmm. Hold out your hand for me.”

Felix lifts a shaky hand, palm up, and you pull your own out of your pocket to carefully tuck your underwear into it. The absolute absence of comprehension in his expression is so precious, you drag him down for a kiss, soft and warm as you swallow down his breath, nip at his lower lip just before you pull away.

“Wha… How? When?” You take his hand to wrap it around his cock, which seems to have caught up to things much faster than his brain, the solid heat of it through your underwear a wanton contrast to the dreamy urgency in his voice.

“I went to the bathroom, before the movie ended.” Slowly, you guide his hand in slow, measured strokes, watching the way his eyes flutter shut and he bites his lip to try and fail to hold back a groan. With your other hand, you cup his balls, squeezing and rolling them gently.

Under the flickering fluorescent of the bus stop, the delicate angles of his face look nearly too perfect to be real—with his skirt bunched up around his hips and his hair a tousled halo against the grimy plexiglass, you could almost believe it was an angel you were ravishing.

Eyes focused on his expression, you squeeze his balls a little tighter, curl your fingers to stroke behind them and grin like a shark when the motion has Felix dropping his mouth open to let loose a shameless moan. Carefully, you feel around until you find the spot that drags a high-pitched whine out of him, and massage it mercilessly. His breathing quickens, chest heaving under his rumpled sailor collar, and you speed up your strokes to match it.

When you finally feel his balls tighten in your palm, you angle his twitching cock to make sure he cums all over your hand. His release comes in weak, uneven spurts, but it drags on longer than you expected, runs down your skin like warm, sticky ribbons of cream as you milk him dry. You don’t let him go until you’re sure he has nothing left in him, thighs trembling around your wrist and hands pawing desperately at your shoulders.

Being careful not to let any go to waste, you lift your hand up—your kitten knows what you want before you even say a word, meeting you halfway with his tongue already out.

“Don’t swallow yet,” you warn him, and Felix hums against your skin in acknowledgment. His tongue is hot and insistent as he licks your skin clean, laps his own cum out of your palm, cheeks hollowing as he takes your fingers into the heat of his mouth one by one to suck them clean.

“Open up, baby, let me see.”

Rosy lips stretch wide for your viewing pleasure, to show you pearly white cum pooled on his pink tongue. You lean in to dip your tongue into his waiting mouth, his release briny and bittersweet as you finally get to taste it undiluted. Lips working hungrily against his, you coax his tongue into your own mouth, swallow down his cum and suck at the hot muscle until he’s limp and shivering against you.

When you’re finally satisfied that you’ve had every last drop of him, you pull away and tug him into your arms, petting his hair and cooing sweet nonsense into his ear until his shivering slows and he’s nuzzling sleepily into your neck. You go about setting him to rights, tucking his limp cock back into his boxers and straightening out his skirt, before uncurling his fingers to take your cum-stained underwear back.

A quick glance around to make sure the coast is clear, and you’re shimmying out of your shorts to drag your cum-stained underwear back on. They’re sticky and warm between your thighs, and you cringe at the thought of doing your next load of laundry, but it’s worth it for the dazed, slack-jawed look you get from Felix as you tug your shorts back on.

He twines the drawstring of your shorts around a finger, eyes boring holes into the ground, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s pouting.

“I wanna… I wanna make you cum, too…” His voice is low and even, but undeniably sulky, and a sudden rush of affection courses through you as you grab him by the face to force him to look you in the eye.

“Just wait, kitty. We’ll be home soon.” You plant a kiss on the tip of his nose, then grab a sticky hand to drag him back out into the night. “I’m not done with you just yet.”

WARNING: Extreme NON CON, public sex, assault on a train/CHIKAN, DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU CAN BE TRIGGERED BY THIS STUFF

I didn't put a name on it so you can imagine whoever you like... (was initially for a boyz member) Please note I didn't write this to harm anybody and remember I am not the first to write noncon and won't be the last

Remember you should only enter this if you have no issues with CHIKAN porn

He never thought of himself as a pervert. He got off to porn, he had fantasies like anybody else, but he was never on the extreme about it. Certainly he was never the type to hurt women, he never had ideas like that.

You were just so shy and awkward and... weak. He didn't even know he had a thing for girls like that, until he saw your little smiles and your bashful actions. So cute. He wanted to ruin it—not just ruin it, violently violate that image. Tear it apart with his bare hands, spit on it. That was how you got him feeling.

The first time was an accident. Someone pushed past him to get to an empty seat, and he was suddenly thrust into the other side of the train, where he fell into you, in the packed train.

Your bodies were against the other's. It was a weird position to be in with a complete stranger.

“Oh, I'm so sorry,” he quickly said, bowing his head.

“That's okay!” you stood yourself up and smiled at him.

Oh, shit. Something about that smile made his dick hook weirdly in his pants somehow. He'd never gotten hard like that before, but something about you was magnetic...

That night in his room he rubbed it off to the look you had, the innocent little smile, you were obviously uncomfortable but you didn't know how to convey it, more like you were sorry that he might think he made you uncomfortable—it was so cute.

The second time he just did it because he needed to. He'd never gotten off the way he did before he met you, and this was just... so hot. He pressed up against you, rubbing his crotch against your back side. He had to get off, some way. He just needed you next to him. He knew how much of a creep he must look like, but he didn't care.

The train was packed, as the 5 o'clock train always was. He had reason to be up against you, rubbing himself onto your back. And you didn't even say anything, although you tried to get away, never succeeding because of the sea of people you had to get through.

Even if you escaped, he'd still find you. He'd get you, in some way.

Your no-response made him braver. Now he knew what the feeling of your breasts were like, and at night in his room when he rubbed himself off to it, he wondered when he would go further.

You could report him if you wanted. He's always worn a name tag on his blazer. The only reason you never did was because...

Because you didn't think he was doing it on purpose. The first time he accidentally fell on top of you and you were pressed up between the window and him, he looked so bashful, so apologetic. And then the next time...

When he pushed you up against the pole with his body, his crotch rubbing against your backside. You assumed it was an accident, once again, except for the obvious part where he had no reason to do it, and he didn't stop immediately. He was using you to get off, getting hard against you.

And then the third and forth time he did this. On the third he had your thigh sandwiched between his legs, basically humping you on the train. You looked up at him; he was looking away from you, seemingly innocent. Except for the way you could feel his penis against your thigh, hard and throbbing through the layers of fabric.

It was the last time you looked up at his face. Something about his face and the way he looked made you nervous, intimidated you too much. Maybe it was the way he looked so... normal while do this vile thing.

The fifth or sixth day, he went overboard. He trapped you with his body once again, and this time his hands crawled up your blouse to feel you over your bra, quickly getting unsatisfied with just that, and pulling your brag down so he could feel up your breasts.

Now that wasn't an accident. You could have screamed, you could have, but... the words get caught in your throat. You didn't want to be embarrassed with a man's hand up your blouse in the train, and you could see the way everyone around you saw, they just didn't want to say anything.

If you'd screamed, no one would have done anything, anyway. This wasn't your first time in this position, and every time the bystanders disappointed you.

Right now you could see how an older lady was looking at you, with the man's hand up your blouse. You knew she could see everything, including the way you shut your eyes and grit your teeth trying to endure it. She just won't do anything.

You had to stop waiting on saviors. You had to stop waiting at all.

You lost count of the days he did this to you. Thankfully you didn't run into him all the time, it was just about twice every two weeks. It wasn't like you could stop taking the 5 o'clock train, you wanted to get home as soon as possible.

He made you feel so dirty, knowing he was hard against you, and the wet patch in his pants... he rub the precum against you...

Today he had you sandwiched between him and the window, and there were a couple people standing around you that you couldn't just move to get away.

He's always getting braver, with a hand feeling up your breasts. Today, he uses both hands, one pinching a nipple, and you gasp. You try to take steps away from him, only he grabs you, holding you close against his chest. You could feel his breath on your neck.

Where do you think you're going, he thought, but preferred to stay quiet as he molested your little body. He wanted to put his mouth on your chest, but that was out of the question, he just had to satisfy himself with this feeling.

And then his right hand dropped down, flipping your skirt and feeling your pussy over your panties. It wasn't dripping, but it was wet enough. He cupped it over the fabric.

It's when he moves the panties aside and inserts a finger that you finally speak up. It was going too far.

“St...stop”

He doesn't say anything initially, but then he decides to speak up. “You're enjoying this aren't you?” he says, and his voice makes a chill run down your spine; it was deep, manly. It made him sound strong, like you couldn't do anything to get away from him.

“N-no, I want you to stop”

“If you wanted me to stop you'd have screamed a long time ago, just admit you're a horny little slut that likes what I'm doing to you,” he growled into your ear.

You felt tears pricking at your eyes, but it's only when you look back, and see a man with his hands down his pants jerking it to your ordeal that you cry.

There were no heroes in the train. Just pervs and monsters.

Your attacker looked behind the see the same man, and scoffs. “Huh... look at him, getting off to this. Bet he wishes he could feel your perky little tits like I get to, but you know what?” He roughly squeezed your tit with the hand he still had under your blouse. You let out a silent squeal. “He doesn't get to. Because I'm the one that owns you.”

You whimper, letting your tears fall and hit your shoes as he continued to fondle your breasts, the hand in your skirt being used to press your groin up against his, so he could rub himself against you.

You'd stopped looking at that man. You'd stopped looking for help.

He rubs your little nub until you were wet and he could feel you, and then satisfied with the wetness, he inserted his fingers into you again.

He seemed experienced with women, to know how to get you wet exactly. You wondered why he was toying with you instead of properly sleeping with a woman.

He tried to finger you like that with your panties pulled to the side, but something about the way you had to do it standing up wasn't right, and he couldn't hit your spots in the angle he wanted to. Frustrated, he retracts his hand.

You were still crying, just hanging onto the pole, when he steps to the side, grabbing your hand and forcing it over his crotch.

He'd taken himself out through his dress pants, something he'd never done before, and that makes him nervous about it. You gasp, looking back over at him. “Touch me, baby, jack me off,” he says, the sense of vulgarity not lost to him.

Even if you didn't want to, you were staying completely still just waiting this out to be over, and he was using your hand to guide it over his cock, the same nightly routine except he was in your little hands.

It felt different, too, your innocent little moves finally dirtying themselves as you stroked his cock for him.

It hardened in your grasp, and he felt the build up more and more, finding himself groaning and whimpering to your touch. “Fuck, ugh. Faster, baby, come on.” When you don't fasten the pace, he swears again: “I said faster, bitch.” There was so much of a threat in his voice that you obey, not knowing what you were doing but stroking him up and down until it was too much for him to speak.

The feeling of his precum on your hands felt so weird; you drop him out of your hand, going over to grip the pole beside you. You wanted to run, but the mental shock of a stranger making you touch his cock made you freeze up, you felt like you wouldn't be safe wherever you went. You wanted nothing to do with this anymore, just to be left alone—but he's all the way hard, and needed stimulation.

“You forced me to do this, baby.”

You saw a flash of silver catch in the light, and suddenly grip the pole with both hands in shock. “Wait, no please!” you gasp, only he interrupted you:

“Relax, it's not to hurt you.” He flips your skirt, taking a look at the man that was touching himself to you, and he stepped to the side so that man could see the full view. Taking his pocket knife out, he cut your panties out, leaving your pussy bare. He wondered if the spectator man had already cum; he certainly hasn't.

He felt your unclothed core once again, and it was even wetter than before. A coy smile appeared on his features. “You do like this, huh? I bet you're into being forced like this in public... no one to help you...” He pushed you over, pressing you against the window, and suddenly you felt his cock in your pussy, fucking you from behind.

You quickly pressed your hand up against the window, so hard that the sound of the side of your hand against glass echoed through the train and everyone turned to look. Of course they couldn't see what was happening, just a boy pressed up so closely against a girl... but his cock was inside of you, pulsing, he just had to be subtle about it.

He thrusted himself further into you, and let out a groan at the effort. You were pressed up more against the window. Then he moves his hips quicker, all thoughts of subtlety gone, faster and faster trying to chase his high.

“Ah-ah... please... stop... I'll do... I'll do anything...” you couldn't stop the moans that came out, you'd never expected to have the man's dick tucked into you like this, in a public place.

His hand came up to cover your mouth, both because he couldn't stand your pleas and to stop the moans from coming.

There was no hiding it, it was obvious now, to everyone in the train. He was fucking his dick into you.

You put your hands up against the window as he thrusted himself into you again, this time he had his hands on your hips swaying you as he liked, pulling you close when he wanted.

It was too late to stop the guttural moans coming out from his throat, and he let them out animalistically, everyone in the train having their heads turned away from the scene, even the man from earlier was looking away.

You were whimpering under him, still trying to beg him to stop, but your legs were tired and going jelly under him, and he just had full control of your body. You had given up trying to fight him.

He started fucking you faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin going through the train. He also had a palm against the window now, steadying himself. He could tell he was going to cum any minute now, and he went all out, roughly fucking you until your own moans spilled out violently.

So rough, so animalistic. Just how he wanted to take you the minute he saw you.

“I'm gonna—I'm gonna—” his proclamation was interrupted by his own grunt, as he emptied his load all over the back of your skirt, the white cum stains so obvious on the dark blue fabric.

He still hasn't finished his moaning, animalistic and rugged against your ear. You think you might hear this sound in your nightmares forever; it haunted you already.

It was when he opened his eyes again that he noticed the train had stopped, and you were looking outside at the crowds, waiting for the doors to open. And you both were facing the window.

He quickly tried to put himself back in his pants, but it wasn't quick enough. Now there was a subway control officer, grabbing you both by your arms. “Sir and ma'am, you're gonna have to come with me.”

“No, please,” you were crying, and it got him turned on to see you cry, although a bit sorry about it. “He assualted me. I didn't do anything.”

The control officer sighed. “If he really assaulted you, you go to the police station and make a case. But for now you're both banned from the 5 o'clock train.”

The officer left, and now your attacker was stood in front of your crying form, trying to dry your tears. “Hey, hey, come on, don't cry. Let's go ask someone higher up if they could just let you off with a fine, okay?”

You flinched when he touched you; who wouldn't? The way he suddenly acted all sweet after assaulting and raping you broke your mind, you didn't know what to think anymore.

You just cried into your palms there, shaking, and he put an arm around you, patting your back. He never thought of himself as the bad guy, and now here he was, helping you. In his mind, that sort of redeemed him in a way.

He still couldn't see himself as the bad guy.

l t y ➳ long flight ☾

[23:22] now playing: long flight - lee taeyong

[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

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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.

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pegging a bratty JK??

HEHEHEHEEHEHE

- when he disrespects you, you glare up at him with piercing eyes while hes just giving you an innocent bunny smile

- he moves around so much to the point where you just tie him up

- while you’re pegging he’s just like “i cant even feel anything ~ you’re such a bad master” JJFJF OR SUMN LIKE THAT

-and you’re just like 😒😒 bitch

-and then that leads to you to choosing a bigger strap and attaching a vibrator to his dick

-you knew he purposefully riled you up, but you werent gonna let him get everything he wants of course

- several orgasms later, he doesn’t even remember where he is

- the vibrator is still buzzing and you’re still thrusting in and out, enjoying his dazed expression

- it takes a couple of minutes for him to beg you to stop

-he whines and whimpers, promising you he’ll be a good boy, giving you the exact reaction you wanted from him

-you were feeling merciful today, so you take the vibrator off and untie him

- then during aftercare he spits some mischievous remark and you’re just like 😒 while he’s tiredly giggling

thinking out loud - park sunghoon

pairing: sub!sunghoon x afab!reader, genre: smut, blowjob, dirty talk?, bath sex, wc: 1.4k, warnings: 18+ content, minors do no interact, read at your own discretion.

synopsis: noticing that he's got something on his mind, you give sunghoon a pleasurable incentive to spill the beans. the more he talks, to more you give him. (just read it and you'll understand lol)

requested by: 🐸

"this is nice, isn't it?" you asked sunghoon, cupping a wad of frothy, white bubbles in your hands and blowing them towards him. he laughed and waved them out of the way, nodding in agreement. "less awkward than i thought it would be."

scoffing at him, you rolled your eyes and drew your knees to your chest. the warm water sloshed around you, nearly tipping over the edge of the bathtub. sunghoon traced the bubbles in front of him absentmindedly, keeping his gaze on you.

"is there something you want?" you asked in question to his stare. he shook his head, then shrugged after a short pause. "i always want something from you. but no, we came here to relax. we can always fuck around later."

an interested grin took over your facade. "tell me, what were you thinking about doing?" sunghoon dropped his head, smiling embarrassedly. "it's nothing. i'm just being childish." you nudged his knee with your foot, prodding him on. "oh come on sunghoon. pretty please? i promise i won't tell anyone." he shook his head again and leaned against the edge of the tub. he extended his previously crossed legs until his feet reached your side of the tub.

"fine, be like that," you commented distastefully, moving forward to sit on your knees, "i guess i'll just have to suck it out of you."

sunghoon sat up at your words, gripping the rims of the tub when you crawled between his legs. placing one hand on his thigh, you cupped his cheek with the other and pulled his face forward, pressing your lips onto his. it took him a second to react, but he quickly brought his hands to your arm and waist.

you tugged on his bottom lip as you pulled away from the kiss, tapping the small platform behind him. "up you go, pretty boy."

sunghoon wasted no time in doing as you said. he sat on the platform, making sure his legs were spread so you could settle between them. just from one kiss, his cock was already showing signs of having hardened up slightly. you thought it was adorable, how easily he got turned on.

kissing up his thighs, you carefully wrapped your fingers around his cock, staring up at him through your lashes. "here's how we're going to do this," you began, shifting from his thighs to his abdomen to continue your little parade of sensual kisses. "the more you tell me about what you were thinking a few minutes ago, the better i'll make it feel. if you're lucky, and tell me enough, i might just let you cum. how does that sound?"

sunghoon knew you meant business by the way you tightened your grip on his cock. he nodded and cleared his throat. "should i start?" he asked warily. you licked a stripe up his cock and hummed in approval. "begin."

"i was just thinking of you riding me," he stated, rather anticlimactically. halting completely, you glared at him. "are you serious?" panic flashed in his eyes. "no! no, wait! i'll elaborate. let me do that."

you stayed still, waiting for him to continue. "okay so," he started, an air of impatience to his voice, "you know how i was sitting before?" you shook your head, even though he was positive you could recall. "tell me everything the way it played out in your mind."

sunghoon groaned in frustration under his breath and collected his thoughts. you wanted him to narrate every little detail to the l. "fine," he said, starting over. "we were in the water."

you hummed and kissed the head of his cock. he proceeded. "i was leaning against this side of the tub, and you were sitting on my lap, right on top of my cock." you licked around his tip. he was doing well. "your lips were on my neck, softly sucking on my skin. enough to leave faint marks." with a smile, you began softly sucking his tip.

"while you were doing that, you were also grinding against me ever so slightly, enough to slowly get me hard." you took more of him in, running your tongue over his tip repeatedly. he sighed quietly, closing his eyes for a moment to relish the pleasure.

the initial thought hadn't been so detailed. he was mostly just making stuff up as he went. but as he listed every small attribute that came to him out loud, the image in his mind began playing out much to his liking. he was eager to see where his imagination would take him.

"i was holding your hand, trying to get you to touch me. but you knew what i wanted, so you resisted on purpose. you were teasing me." you rubbed your thumb along the base of his cock, sympathizing with him. "your pussy felt so soft against my cock. i loved it so much. but it wasn't enough. i needed more." your index finger matched the motions of your thumb, subtly stroking him.

"there was something you wanted from me as well, and the longer you had to wait for it, the more impatient you became. i could tell you wanted to give me a little hint, but you kept deciding against it, wanting me to come to the realization by myself." sunghoon could envision it perfectly, the way your lips would leave his skin for a moment and linger near his ear, only to return to his skin again in defeat.

you pulled your mouth off his cock, stroking him from tip to base. "what could i possibly want so bad that i almost had to plead for it?" you asked curiously. sunghoon gulped and gave it some thought. "you wanted me to use my words. tell you what i wanted. just like you're making me do right now."

you snickered, squeezing his thigh affectionately. "well this played out wonderfully then, didn't it?" he nodded, watching your hand move up and down his cock. "keep going," you reminded.

"so i told you what i wanted you to do to me. i wanted to feel your fingers on my cock. exactly like they are right now." his plot had you hooked. you were greatly entertained. "did i let you have it like that?" you asked, sensing a twist. as expected, he shook his head in denial. "you refused, claiming you had something else in store."

"and what was that?" you pressed, getting excited. the motions of your fingers had sped up. sunghoon licked his lips, trying to find his words in the midst of breathy moans. the more the pleasure intensified, the harder it was for him to concentrate on the picture in his mind.

"you said we could skip to the best part."

"which was?"

sunghoon furrowed his brows and let out a shaky breath. "instead of touching me, you started fucking me." you grinned from ear to ear. that was something you would totally do. pleased with the progression of events, you returned your mouth to his cock, taking in as much of his length as you could to bob your head over, and pumped the rest with both your hands. sunghoon groaned and cursed, throwing his head back. he knew he had to keep speaking if he wanted to cum.

"and while you rode me," he gasped, toes curling in the water. "you made me suck on your fingers because you wanted to let me have a taste of what i'd been craving."

you hummed against his cock, incredibly content. he knew you so well. the steady rise and fall of your arms and chest as you sucked him off formed waves in the now cooled water. you could hear water spilling over the edge of the tub but you didn't care. sunghoon was all that mattered at the moment.

"it feels so fucking nice," he whined, telling you he was close. pulling your mouth off his cock, you started jerking him off. sunghoon cracked his eyes open, watching you stick your tongue out right by his tip, ready to catch all his cum. just the sight had him spiralling over the edge. he moaned loudly, jolting forward as his cock twitched in your hand. his cum, thick and warm spilled out onto your tongue, quite the rewarding ending.

once you had pumped him dry of every last drop, you swallowed everything he'd given you and looked up at him with a knowing glint in your eyes. "how 'bout we get to recreating that beautiful little fantasy you just shared?"

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Being honest with you

Beomgyu (txt) x Dom!reader

Beomgyu and you have always been close friends, who often go back and forth with each other. What happens when one day, there’s a disagreement between the two of you that leads to more in your relationship?

(SMUT ⚠️⚠️⚠️)

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There’s something about you that makes Beomgyu feel different. He feels the urge to give in, although he can be bratty. It’s like he wants to belong to you, to make it seem like he’s yours. It’s not like he’s looking for your validation, no..that’d be crazy…

See, you and Beomgyu have a love-hate relationship. One day, you’re fine. The next, you both are going back and forth trying to see who can annoy the other the fastest.

Meanwhile, you aren’t afraid to say how attractive you find him. Something about his voice when he talks, wether it’s to get on your nerves or simply to just speak to you, there’s something intriguing about Beomgyu.

Beomgyu would never openly admit that he has feelings for you. You’re aware, though. Beomgyu isn’t a tough guy to read, even if you haven’t known him for long. So when you both sat in a diner with your friends , not too far from your apartment, and Beomgyu mentioned that he’s the more dominant partner in his relationships..It was obvious that it was a lie.

“Well I..You know I like to take the lead in my relationships..Yeah, I’m typically the giver”

Beomgyu says casually, despite the looks your shared friends are giving him.

“Gyu…Now, you know damn well-“

You begin, Beomgyu wasn’t convincing anyone anytime soon. Especially not you. Your friends begin to laugh, while Beomgyu looks around confused.

“What!? You guys don’t think I could like..dom?”

He asks, sitting up straight in the booth. All of your friends shake their head, and you let out a scoff. Beomgyu sends you a sharp glare, then looks at your friends again.

“Beomgyu, the day that you can successfully dom, pigs will be flying..”

Yeonjun says gently, taking a sip of his drink. You nod, and laugh softly. Beomgyu looks around, waiting for someone to object to what Yeonjun had said. He even looks at you, sending you a particularly hard stare to try and get you to say something.

“Yeah Gyu I…I don’t see you being a dom, in any universe..”

You say gently, sitting up and grabbing your card for when the check comes. Beomgyu pouts and tilts his head, uncrossing his arms.

“(Y/n), you like to act tough but you know I could probably easily dom you..”

Beomgyu scoffs. Suddenly the table goes quiet, and everyone glances at you. You laugh a bit and lean over the table gently to come face to face with Beomgyu.

“Gyu, I don’t think you could even order me to do something. Don’t get too ahead of yourself, bud..”

you say gently, patting his shoulder as you stand up to go to the bathroom. Beomgyu immediately tries to disagree, but Yeonjun silences him, shaking his head slowly.

When you come back from the bathroom, you hear Yeonjun and the rest of the boys telling Beomgyu not to do something, not to say something. Once you sit down, Beomgyu sits up and clears his throat.

“Ahem..(Y/n)…G-…uh..”

He stops suddenly, and Soobin cringes slightly. You raise your eyebrow, genuinely confused. Beomgyu gives another poor attempt at trying to say something, but then you start to laugh a bit.

When you laugh, Beomgyu stops. He starts to feel embarrassed, and he clears his throat again. Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun and Hueningkai are all embarrassed on behalf of Beomgyu.

“Gyu, it’s okay..You don’t have to prove anything, there’s no use. Besides, if you really wanted I could get you to show me how you really are.”

You joke, tilting your head slightly. The boys laugh a bit, and Beomgyu starts to get visibly red.

“Ha..ha..So funny..”

He mumbles, trying to hide the fact that he isn’t so opposed to the offer. Maybe it would be nice for him to finally give in to you like he’d be craving for such a long time.

As Beomgyu made it to his apartment, he’d wondered why he even tried to order you around. He was aware that he wasn’t even close to being dominant, he wasn’t sure why he tried to convince anyone the opposite.

He laid on his couch, when suddenly a text from you popped up.

Dumbass🙄: Gyu, the offer still stands.

Beomgyu looks a bit confused, he sits up slowly and pauses the show he had going on in the background. He tries to remember what you had said

Then he remembers..

“ if you really wanted I could get you to show me how you really are.”

Beomgyu doesn’t know how to react. He assumed you were joking, but he also knew there was a bit of curiosity behind that request. Beomgyu decided to be a bit risky, you weren’t really being serious right?..You wouldn’t actually follow up on that?

Gyu🐶: whenever you’re free, I’m ready.

(SMUT UNDER)

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You read the text, then you turn off your phone. Beomgyu expects you to text back, to tell him that you’re joking. Your apartment wasn’t too far from Beomgyu’s, maybe 10-15 minutes walking? Of course, you didn’t walk.

Beomgyu jumped up in surprise when he heard a soft knock on his door, he walked the door and opened it slowly. Once he saw you, his eyes widened.

“W-what are you doing here…I said whenever you’re free-“ Beomgyu pauses, looking at the sly smirk on your face.

He starts to really understand what’s happening, and it’s exactly what he wanted. He hesitantly opens his door fully for you, granting you access. He watches as you take off your shoes and place your phone on the table beside the couch.

“First, i want you to tell me how you feel. Straight up.” You say gently, looking at him.

Your voice is surprisingly calm, and Beomgyu finds this a lot more arousing in this situation than normal.

“Well I-…I have feelings for you, romantic..” He says, not being able to even spare a glance at you.

You nod and let out a soft hum, tilting your head. Beomgyu waits for you to say the same, but when you don’t he starts to become confused.

“Do you really trust me enough to do this? Because I will…And I’ll make you feel so good when I’m doing it..” You whisper softly, moving closer to Beomgyu. He nods eagerly, finally looking at you.

“I won’t be..I won’t be bad. I promise, I can be a good boy…” He says gently, which is a total surprise to you.

Beomgyu actually not irritating you? A bit of a change. He searches your eyes for something, even a bit of praise for his change in behavior. You smile a bit and tilt your head slightly.

“I think you can be a good boy..if you’re good, you’ll get a reward.” Your voice is soft, and Beomgyu feels his pants starting to tighten more.

He nods softly, he had always wanted this. He wanted to hear your pretty voice praising him In a situation like this, he wanted to be good just for you.

“Is there anything you really want me to do with you? Hm?..”

Beomgyu listens to your gentle voice, and his mind races with images of everything you could do. Then, he finally looks at you and speaks again.

“I always…well, I’ve always had an interest for like..Thigh riding..” He says gently. You nod and sit up straight, looking at him expectantly.

He looks confused for a bit, but when he finally understands he rushes to take his pants off. You chuckle slightly, his desperation completely turning you on.

Beomgyu slowly straddles your thigh, and he bites his lip slightly. He slides his hand up your side, resting it on your shoulder.

“Any names you want to use?” You ask gently, Beomgyu shakes his head slowly.

You wait for him to tell you directly, but instead his hips start to move against your thigh. He grips your shoulders a bit harder, grinding against your thigh more as he lets out pretty low moans.

“Gyu, baby~ you sound so pretty…Sooo pretty baby~“ You whisper, Beomgyu closes his eyes and nods softly as he grinds against your thigh.

He rests his head against your shoulder, moaning prettily as he grinds harder against your thigh. Beomgyu’s hand gently trails down to find yours as he touches your hand gently, squeezing softly while he halts his hip movements.

“What’s wrong Gyu? Why are you stopping?”

Beomgyu bites his lip and moans softly, tilting his head back while his hips still for a few seconds.

“Don’t wanna cum yet…”

He mumbles, breathing heavily. After a few more seconds, Beomgyu starts to grind against your thigh again. His hand grips yours as he grinds on your thigh harder and harder. His low whines begin to get louder and louder as he desperately humps your thigh. He wanted to feel that euphoric feeling of being so close to orgasm, only to rip it away.

Your grip on his waist throws him off a bit, and he moans as you help his hips move along your thigh.

“I wonder what our friends would think if they saw you like this…Humping my thigh desperately, trying to cum..Maybe they’d think you’re a good boy, hm?…I think they would love to watch you defile yourself for me~“

Your voice is silky in Beomgyu’s ear. For a while, he could barely say anything. Once you pulled your hands away from his waist, he whined and shook his head.

“Hold..”

He mumbles as he guides your hands back to his waist, his head falling back onto your shoulder while he adjusts on your thigh.

Beomgyu’s hips begin to move again in a set pace, but this time his ruts into your thigh are harder. He starts to mumble something, gripping your shirt sleeve gently.

“Wanna cum for you..Like a good boy…can I? Oh..~ can I cum for you like a good boy?~” His voice slowly becomes whinier as he speaks, thrusting sharply into your thigh.

For a second, you think of just edging him again. Seeing him slowly break is what you previously wanted. But, he’s been so good for you. This whole situation made up for a lot of the attitude he had previously given. So, he had earned his orgasm.

“You can cum, Gyu..Cum for me…”

Once He hears those words, he mumbles out a breathless ‘thank you’ as he grinds against your thigh harder. Beomgyu’s movements become even more desperate, his moans getting louder.

“Ah! Than-thank you~ I’m-“ He grips your sleeve tighter, burying his head in your shoulder to stifle his moans. When that doesn’t work, he decides to give up and just enjoy the pleasure. No holding back, at all.

His hips move gradually faster and harder, his moans increasing with each movement. The sound of your praise, and the feeling of the fabric against his cock sends him into a deep spiral of pleasure.

He doesn’t have to tell you when he’s going to cum, you can tell. His hips twitch and he lets out a soft breath, before moaning a bit louder and burying his head in your chest.

His cum hits the fabric of your jeans and joins the pool of precum that made its way there while he was grinding against your thigh. Beomgyu’s grip softens on your sleeve and he pants softly, his hips still slightly twitching after he cums.

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A few minutes go by, and Beomgyu finally lifts his head up to look at you. He smiles slightly and bites his lip.

“Does this mean we can stop acting like we don’t have feelings for each other?..”

he bites his lip, waiting for an answer. You chuckle and roll your eyes, nodding.

“Let me..let me clean you up…”

Your voice is gentle with him now, and so is your touch. You gently reach for your bag to grab some tissues, and after cleaning up the cum on his thighs, you walk into his room to grab a clean pair of underwear for him.

Beomgyu sits on the couch quietly, just taking in the feeling of finally being true to himself and you. You hand him the underwear and grab the cum stained pair, tossing them to the side to throw into the washer in a bit. You sit beside him on the couch and pull him in closer, whispering soft praises into his ear to relax him further.

“I’ve always wanted this..with you…” You say, and Beomgyu turns to you with a smile.

“with me?..” He asks, seeking for you to tell him that it’s always been him. Because, he wanted to tell you that his person has always been you.

At his words, you nod. Your thumb caresses his knuckles gently, pulling him closer into your touch. Beomgyu melts into your touch, finding peace in your touch. Being honest with you, and being honest with himself.