he’s in nothing but his white pants now, and of course, the skirt. the outline of his half hard cock was imprinted on the fabric. “i think we have to get these silly pants off you now, joong.” his hands work quickly to loosen himself, sliding the pants down to his ankles. you force him to keep eye contact with you, even when your hand slips to start circling his nipple. 

lifting his skirt up, hongjoong was fully hard now, already leaking precum. “oh sweetheart. is this all for me?” you teased him, lowering yourself to kiss the tip of his cock. your hands rested on his thighs, finger tips tracing where the fabric of the skirt met his skin. 

“don’t tease me, please,” he whines. his head falls back, eyes rolling in the back of his head when you slip your mouth over him. taking him in his mouth, setting up a rhythm, soon you have the majority of his length ledged down your throat. “i’m not going to last that long, darling, if you keep that up” you can hear his pathetic whimpers. 

as quickly as you started, you stop. hongjoong’s long, high pitched whine of protest echoes into your core. “not yet, my pretty. you’re going to have to earn it.” 

standing up, hongjoong reaches out to grab your wrists. he wants to follow you as you walk away to the dresser, but his aching cock keeps him gravitated. you immediately return to him, and hongjoong’s heart drops when he sees the blindfold in your hands. 

“i want to see you,” he tries to protest weakly, to no avail. you love using one his silk ties as a blindfold, using his own wardrobe against him. securing the back of the blindfold around his head, you then grab his wrists. “my love, please-” 

“i’ll gag you next if you keep objecting, joongie,” you stop him. he sighs pathetically. you bound his wrists with another one of his ties, keeping his hands restricted above his needy cock. you left the tie loose, enough for him to get out, knowing he would have to keep his self control or be punished for escaping. 

you stop to admire him. your boyfriend, leader and captain, restrained and manspread on the couch with nothing but his pretty skirt and aching dick. another small evil idea comes to you. kissing his forehead, you reach to take the cute pink bow in his hair out. kissing down his length, you take the pink bow and slip it over the base of his cock. it sits gently, the cute pink color contrasting with his swollen red length. 

your pretty hongjoongie, dressed up and waiting for you. 

“baby, b-baby, please touch me,” hongjoong almost begs. “need you so bad, mommy.”

“behave joongie, or i’ll leave you here even longer.” you can’t hide your smirk pulling out your phone, silently taking a photo of him like this, leaking and desperate. “or should i facetime one of your members and see who answers?” 

hongjoong’s cock twitches again at your words, and you start to almost take pity on him. 

you let your finger trail down his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin as he gasped for breath, unable to predict your next move. incoherent whimpers tumbled out of his mouth, then a desperate moan when you wrapped your hand around him, stroking him once, then twice, drawing out his torture. 

you enjoyed the way his cock twitched in your hands as you worked on him. you took turns with your mouth, taking him inside you while massaging his shaft. sometimes you’d even play with the little bow, wishing it had bells so he could hear how desperate he was every time he thrusted up, into nothing. 

“do you like it, joong? do you feel good?” you pull some of the fabric down from his skirt, making it lightly trace over the head of his cock. you then cutely adjust the bow, leaving ghost touches along his length. it drives him crazy, the light sensory touches, by the way he’s gnawing on the inside of his cheek to keep from whining again while his entire torso quivers. 

“you’re such a good boy, being all needy in your little skirt. such a cute toy for me, aren’t you?”

he choked over his own voice, unable to get the words out fast enough. “please, baby, i w— i want you so bad. need you so bad. need to be inside you,” he swallowed, voice shaking. “want, need, to come-”

“begging without having to ask. you must really be desperate, huh?” you fake the pity in your voice. if roles were reversed, he’d be taking the same sick pleasure. 

you watched his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he felt you shift so that you were straddling him, holding his dick mere inches away from where he wanted you. he could feel your heat, so close but still too far away, and he whined when he felt you brushing his tip against the outside of your wet folds.

“you were saying?” you asked him, evil dripping from your voice.

hongjoong let out another frustrated groan, before he continued his pleas. “fucking need you, baby. please, please — want to feel that tight little cunt. I’ve been so good for you mommy, please-”

“you’re so cute when you beg,” you said, just before you settled onto his cock, sinking onto him with a sigh.

his whines were so breathy, desperate as you felt him twitch at the feeling of your heat wrapped so tightly around him. your mouth fell open, too, at the way he stretched you, filled you so completely it was like he was made for you. 

“fuck,” he gasped. “baby, please move.”

though you were thoroughly enjoying yourself returning the favor for his countless hours of teasing, you couldn’t deny the unrelenting throb of your cunt, dripping onto him. you rose on your hips to sink down on him suddenly, the breath sucked out of your lungs once again.

hongjoong’s jaw clenched tightly as you began to bounce. you kept your rhythm consistent, watching the jump in his neck as you drove yourself to pleasure. your legs began to burn, heart pounding in your chest, and without thinking you took off the blindfold around his head. you wanted to see him, see how desperate he had become.  

hongjoong smiled down at you, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and blown pupils, drinking in the moans you offered. you felt like heaven, rocking yourself in his aching cock, he couldn’t stop himself from yanking the other tie around his wrists and freeing himself. 

he gripped your thigh, hitching it over his hip before he was quickly lining himself back up with your slit, slipping in without much warning. after the agony of teasing, he was finally getting somewhere. 

you gasped, air frozen in your chest as he began to move in you, his hand returning to link fingers with yours. his hips rolled slowly but with steady precision, patiently working your release. his thrusts were steady, making each one stronger than the last, filling you up completely. 

pressing his forehead to yours, hongjoong’s breath was hot against your face with each thrust, clenching tightly around him. your hands clutched onto his shoulders, gripping tightly as you felt the build up of your climax climbing higher. his hands pressed against your back, holding your figure as close as you could be to him. 

the sudden realization of his hands on you froze you in place. well, you guessed he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself. but your pretty girl had to be punished now. 

it was torture, being so close to your release, and forcing yourself to climb off him. the pure confusion turning into desperation in hongjoong’s eyes was intoxicating. he was afraid something was wrong at first, but then he saw the tie that was supposed to be around his wrists on the floor. his backpedaling panic started at once. 

“i-i- couldn’t help it, baby,” joongie sounded pathetic. “needed to touch you, feel you so badly.” his poor neglected cock, brought to the edge twice, but not allowed to come. you were silent as you turned back to the dresser, rummaging around for what you had in mind for his punishment. when you turned around and saw what you held in your hands, joong almost wanted to cry. “please, i’ll be good, i’ll be, mommy’s pretty thing-” 

“you were being such a good boy,” you sat down in front of his lap. “now i’ll have to make my pretty girl come with this embarrassing toy instead of my pussy,” you were starting to master the fake pity in your voice. 

his cock twitching again, his lips trembling as well. if you didn’t know better, he almost could have cried. hongjoong’s thighs starting to shake as you lowered the fleshlight on top of him. with slow, agonizing motions, you worked it on him. you hardly moved it on him, wanting the slowest teasing possible. 

everytime he thrusted, or tried to get any friction you lifted the fleshlight off him with a pop, and started the process all over again. you couldn’t remember the last time you saw his cock so neglected, so edged and ruined. everytime you pulled the fleshlight off him, you adjusted the bow at the base of his cock, using your fingers to trail up his length after. 

“should i let you come now, joongie?” you sweetly teased, kissing the inside of his thigh. “being treated like a little fucktoy, with your pretty little skirt and bow?” 

pout and pathetic eyes, he looked at you. he was so fucked out, he couldn’t form the words at first. “p-p-please, baby, i-i need,” a single tear rolled down his cheek from the sheer desperation. 

“need what? use your words, baby,” you replied. you placed the fleshlight in hongjoong’s hand, him taking the toy in his grasp. “are you just a pathetic pretty girl who needs to come?” 

“yes,” hongjoong squeaked. 

“say it.” 

“i’m just a pathetic pretty girl who needs to come.” 

hongjoong looked up at you, eyes soft and glassy while his lower lip trembled. he felt a jolt rush through him, when he saw your phone angled at him in the tripod. how long had that been there? he couldn’t think about it, the way his breathing intensified when you looked at him and smirked. 

he followed your glance, realizing you were signaling to him to use the fleshlight in his hand. hongjoong wanted your pussy so bad, not the toy, but he knew if he protested again he could end up with nothing. 

keeping his eyes locked on you, he brought the toy down over his shaft. he tried to be gentle, so he didn’t come in 6 seconds, but then he saw you spreading your legs. you sat on the floor in front of him, spread wide, circling your swollen clit. the sight of your pink pussy and the toy walls filling his cock made his climax rapidly approach. 

“i’m gonna come,” hongjoong whined. “please, please, let me-” 

your own climax was building in your core now, realzing how aroused you’d become edging and ruining hongjoong. “come for me, joongie,” you breathed. “i’m not far behind.”

a couple more thrusts into the toy, it wasn’t long hongjoong finally was allowed to reach his climax. his legs shaking, cock throbbing, he let out a string of high pitched and strained whines. thick ropes of white cum shooting out of his head, his climax exploed all over himself and the skirt he was still wearing. his cum even trailed down his shaft, staining the cute pink bow. 

you came shortly after that, watching your hongjoong so fucked out. his whines with the mess he had made put you over the edge, your own noises and trembles as you came on your fingers. 

hongjoong was still for a few moments, trying to collect himself after the rush. you grabbed his hand, and used your other hand to caress his face. “you did so good, hongjoong,” you said, kissing him all over his face. “i love you so much.” 

“mmmmmhm,” hongjoong stuttered when you pulled his lips off him. “i love you more.” his hands trailed down your arm as you brought a towel to him, helping to clean him off. “that was… wow.” 

you giggled. “i love you, joongie.” 

“you just said that, but i like hearing it again,” he pulled you down so you were sitting on his lap. his long arm wrapped around your figure, holding you against his body in a hug. “you know, that was mean, not letting me come inside of you-” 

“it’s okay, joongie,” you sweetly kissed his cheek. “i don’t think we are done here, anyways.” 

“we?” 

seonghwa leaned against the door frame, holding his phone. he was half hard, palming his erection in his sweats. hongjoong looked at the tripod, then hwa’s phone, with the facetime call still connected. 

“oh, you brat,” joong gasped. but then his eyes sparkled, plans of a quick revenge already forming. 

“i’ll say,” seonghwa licked his lips. “i think it’s time we take that skirt off and put it on our other pretty girl,” he motioned to joong, who quickly pinned your hands down. 

you tried to stand up, but hongjoong had you pinned down against him as seonghwa started to approach you, picking up a conveniently dropped silk tie from the ground.