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A TINY REMINDER.

pairing: sub jo woochan × dom fem reader

content: bondage, oral (finger sucking), name calling (noona)

note: so sorry for the long wait!!! i hope my work fits your standards. 💔💔 thank you for dming me and providing the contents!! i’m like REALLY glad since i didn’t know where to start without it hehehh. i’m also sorry for the tags. idr know what the hell i gotta put in there so i js used random ones 😭shits kinda embarassing....

NOT PROOFREAD !!! i actually did but like not that much.

the evening was lazy, cozy, and filled with warmth. you and woochan were in the living room, sat out on the floor whilst the television hummed faintly in the background. there were snack wrappers emptied out, resting on the glass table in front. there were also bottles of soda and bags of chips resting above.

the sound of flicking cards filled the room, replacing the silence between the both of you. your competitiveness was evident as you were too occupied trying to win over a game. you were both playing uno on a random night, which happened due to boredom possessing both of you guys’ bodies.

you had set a petty competition about who can win the game first. there was a catch though. the loser would get a punishment, may it be sexual, funny, or neither, it depends on who will succeed. of course, knowing how competitive you both were, the agreement was exchanged.

you sweat, thinking you were on the verge of losing. you didn’t see any good cards that’s in your possession left, giving you more anxiety.

it felt unfair to you.

you could peak that woochan was smiling as he stared at his cards, his pretty smile showing as he looked at his own.

you’re definitely screwed.

or

maybe not.

you didn’t notice that you still had a card squished between your thighs as you were sitting with your legs crossed. you forgot it since it was in the back of your mind. good thing you remembered that it was a good card that you had saved the best for last.

maybe you’ll get the last laugh.

as you grabbed the card in the space between your thighs, a smile couldn’t help but plaster on your face.

a wild draw four card.

jackpot.

you raised your card slammed it above the other pile of cards.

“what? you’re totally cheating at this game, noona..”

he states in disbelief, all with an annoyed face so obvious. mumbles left his lips as he drew four cards from the pile that was resting on the side. as he drew the cards, you could see that his thumb and index finger were extended on his other hand, aiming to likely pinch you. you noticed this easily and dodged just as he was about to grab your waist.

“just admit that you’re bad at this. you don’t have to blame me.”

“you’re annoyed, woo. just admit it~”

you bite back, both of your responses lingering in a singing voice just to get inside him even more. you could see that his eyebrows were furrowed. his figure was also tense, and just as you knew it, he lunged at you, but his attempt was sloppier than ever. you dodged his attempt to get you again, letting him stumble into the cushions beside you. his laughter along with yours filled the room, bright and loud.

“see? no chance against me.”

you said smuggly as you patted his head when he retracted from the sofa. he made a face at you, pale cheeks flushing into a shade of pink.

he didn’t reply. he only stared at you with those eyes.

the silence fell once more, deafening to the ears. it stretched on for almost an hour. there was no exchange of words. no humanly noises released by the mouth. just the sounds that the crispy cards were making.

it went on, almost feeling like an eternity, until it was broken.

“i would probably win if you weren’t being too intimidating..”

he mumbled under his breath. not loud or quiet, just enough for you to hear his words that had a string of annoyance.

okay, you didn’t know how to react to this. his words were a mix of anger and disappointment, confusing you even more. was he that competitive? or was he visibly just trying to get inside your mind?

you tilted your head, amusement shifting into something else.

“oh, i’m intimidating?”

he chuckled slyly. it wasn’t a joking chuckle, but a mocking one. his voice was also quieter now.

“yeah. you always try and be in control when we do shit.”

those words made you pause. your smile turned into a small, almost-frown like kind. it was a challenging one. it also changed along with your tone that shifted as you leaned closer, enough to face his ear.

“always in control, huh?” you said, lowly.

he gulped big as he was taken aback by your sudden seriousness. the air between you seemed to become suffocating, like oxygen being cut off.

his breath became shallow when your fingers touched and curled gently around his wrist. your other hand reached for the handcuffs that you have prepared on the side. it was the item that you were going to use as a punishment when he probably loses the game. guess you have to use it even if the game still wasn’t done.

as you slowly reached for the metal restraints on the glass table, you could hear his breathing become even heavier. once you extended your hand just enough to reach the cuffs, you could feel its coldness coming in contact with the warmth from your body.

“come here.”

“look. i’m s-sorry.. w-wait—”

he protested, but the words fell onto deaf ears as you cuffed his wrists, all before he knew it. the cold metal brushed against his wrists, and by now, his laughter have died, replaced with total silence. replaced with fear that only you could get out of him.

“not so tough now.”

you whispered in awe, grabbing his chin and tilting it up so you could get a good look at his face. you could see that his eyes were wide, mixed and caught between surprise and dread of what is to come.

“see? you never stood a chance against noona.” you said with torment in your voice.

“y-you’re just… a little stronger..”

he replied, followed along with a laugh. but his laugh sounded forced this time. it was a laugh that possessed agony. he then attempted to wiggle free, but the handcuffs refrained him as well as your grip on his chin.

you leaned in, your voice lowering.

“so you admit it? that i could do whatever i want with you?”

his breath hitched.

“don’t joke like that…”

“hey—wait,” he added.

“let me free— i didn’t agree to this! and- a-and you told me punishments were after the ga—”

you dismissed him, bringing your index finger to his lips to shush him. you were certain that his protest had no real strength behind it.

“you didn’t say no either.” you murmured, tightening your grip on his chin. you then lowered the index finger you had stuck out. he froze on the spot, caught between protesting or giving in.

you lowered his chin down as your gaze steadied.

“you’re trembling,” you whispered, brushing your fingers across his lips.

“but you’re not pulling away from noona, hm?”

he let out a shaky breath, a loud one. he tried to shake his head, but failed when you pressed your thumb forward on his lower lip to make entrance. his mouth immediately opened, a whine spilling out as you successfully slid both your middle and index finger past his lips.

“noona, s-stop…” he whispered weakly against you. you only chuckled in response. even if those words came out of his mouth, his reaction said otherwise. his tongue curled around your fingers, sucking obediently as his eyelashes fluttered closed.

“good boy.” you praised him. he suckled as if his life depended on it. his eyes were still closed, too focused on what he was currently doing.

“even when you fight it, your body knows exactly what it wants, right?” you said with a low, almost whispering voice. he didn’t answer, too busy sucking your fingers. you could feel the undeniable heat of his mouth. you pressed your fingers on his tongue, just enough to make him gag a little. this earned a laugh out of you.

“answer me.” you stated firmly again, and this time he responded. he finally acknowledged you, opening his eyes that were once closed, nodding his head quickly.

the television continuously hummed, going unnoticed. the air had shifted by now—there was no laughter, no protests, only the sound of ragged breaths and the squelching noises resulted from him feeding off of your digits.

“you like it when noona feeds you like this, hmm?” you asked once again. this time, you immediately got a response. he was quick to nod, leaning against your palm since your grip had already detached off of his chin. it instead shifted to cup his pale, soft, and smooth cheek.

“next time you don’t talk to me with an arrogant voice. got it?”

he flutters his long eyelashes, nodding slowly.

“y-yeshh, nw-noona..” he attempts to answer, voice muffled and incoherent due to his mouth being occupied.

you finally removed your fingers out of his mouth, wiping it on your thigh to remove the saliva. you also removed the handcuffs off of his wrists, letting him free.

“come here, honey.” you said quietly, opening your arms.

he hesitated just for a heartbeat, but gave in and scooted towards you. he quickly buried himself against your chest. his hands were now free, giving him the chance to clutch the back of your shirt as he hugged you, like he needed to do it to ground himself.

you wrapped your arms quickly too, without a second thought. you ran your hand through his hair, murmuring, “you did so well..” with now a tone warm instead of teasing.

“i got you. don’t pull shit like that again, understood?”

no words fell from his lips, but you felt him move against your chest, a sign that he nodded. he then hugged you closer, pushing his face even more. it felt as if he’d melt if he wasn’t in your grasp.

the television once hummed again, letting the night fall. the game didn’t continue, it instead became a sort of lesson for him about his attitude.

DEVOTION. pt. 6 (last part)

pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × reader

content: mentions of nipple play, p in v, whiny yandere lol.

note: so sorry for taking so longgg.. :( i hope you’re not mad at me, anon. 🫠i’ve been busy with stuff so i couldn’t finish this wip-- but hey, i finally finished it!!! ^__^ if you’re seeing this, just know i really am sorri!!! anyway, this will be the last part of this series. i think i have made enough content for it. i will now be focusing on making content for kinktober, hehehe.. requests are open. i’ll upload a post about it. :P NOT PROOFREAD!!!!

two days had passed ever since the punishment that you had given your yandere.

the day before today, you were pretty bored, so you went to a bar, completely losing yourself in the process. you tried to get him off your mind. tried to get the guilt off your soul. you felt bad for letting yourself go and treating him a little trashy. so, in order to get you off your thoughts, you went to a place where you thought you won’t ever step foot into.

when you woke up, you were surprisingly fine, even after all the craziness you had done last night.

you felt productive so when you were finally full on awake, you occupied yourself with tasks. you swept the floor, washed the dishes, and changed the sofa cover in which you also slept in. you didn’t sleep in the bed along with him last night since there were still fire burning inside you.

prideful.

firm.

you were also too intoxicated to even make it to the room anyway.

you were trying your best to ignore your partner since you were still mad at him, as mentioned-- or maybe you were trying dismiss the guilt for leaving him alone? not giving him aftercare? you weren’t exactly sure how to feel, thus you dismissed any possible feeling.

but to balance out your lingering coldness, he presented himself as a heat that set you ablaze.

he acted like a vermin.

small and terrible, which you thought.

he was trying to make it up to you in order to have his apology accepted. when you swept the floor, he was there, holding another mop. he was gleaming as he held it, blabbering about how “teamwork makes the dreamwork” or some shit like that. you didn’t pay him no mind. in fact, you turned your back on him.

when you were washing the dishes, he followed you. he grabbed the plates and placed them in the dishwasher, again just to yap about how “the washer will make things faster and you wouldn’t have to tire out yourself out”. even when you changed the covers, he was there. the boy handed you another color of fabric and said that “it would suit the living room better”.

after his continuous attempts of helping you, the fire inside you finally bursts.

you snapped.

your eyes were low but somehow still piercing to look at, along with a face that had formed into a not-so-obvious frown. before he could react, you grabbed him by the waist, pulled his body close to you and tackled him into an aggressive kiss.

“will that make you like-- shut the fuck up now? this is like the second time i’ve said it to you. aren’t you tired of being told to do so?”

“nope! i’ll stop when you forgive me.”

he states, grinning goofily as he stared at you. you could only sigh at his firmness. after an airy puff released your mouth, you grabbed him by his arm, tightly gripping it that you could literally feel his brachial muscles. he didn’t fight back, only whimpering at the sudden grip on his arm. you dragged him towards the living room with your hand still on his arm.

you pushed him on the sofa which resulted in him messing up the new covers. he mouthed a sorry before moving his hand to try and fix the messy sheets. you didn’t bother paying attention to his actions, completely ignoring what he was doing. as he was straightening out the fabric, you caught him off guard as you pounced on him. you had placed yourself on his lap, legs apart whilst they move to wrap his lower back. you placed both of your arms on the back of his neck, leaning in to whisper the words that left him stunned.

“i’ve been holding back, even when you misbehaved. i couldn’t keep pretending that i am not in need of you..”

he gulped. loud and clear. everything went silent-- and it felt like it was just the two of you in the world. he shakily placed his hands on the sides of your waist, waiting for you to do something.

“i need you too.. i won’t ever disobey again. i promise.”

he broke the silence.

you didn’t respond.

you were too distracted by his collarbone. you had removed your other hand just to start tracing his collarbone as if you’re narrowing down a map. as you dragged one of your fingers, you shifted it down, aiming for his nipple. he jolted at the sudden touch, closing his eyes at the sensation. the feeling of having his sensitive bud touched suddenly made him moan. you twisted his pec, harsh but slow. you didn’t care if it hurt him. his body was yours anyway.

“hey-- what are you doing?”

he suddenly opened his eyes as he felt your weight lifting off of him. you were removing yourself above him. he tried to stop you, thinking you were bored with him again— but boy was he wrong. when you finally got off, he stared nervously as he saw you unbutton your shorts, pulling your zipper down, and totally removing them. is this what i think it is? he thought.

if this is actually what he thinks it is, then he isn’t ready.

you were now only on your panties. no shorts. as you placed yourself back on his lap, he was manspreading in the process. after finally getting yourself back to your original position, you did what he would not expect. you suddenly backed away a little, just enough so you could have access to his bulge area. you reached for the string of his shorts too, untying it as you lowered the waistband of it.

he was now fully exposed. his manhood was already wet at the tip with precum, probably aroused due to the sudden kiss you gave him. you moved, putting your lower body at least a bit closer to your original position again. you then shifted your underwear slightly to the side, holding the fabric before catching him off guard again.

“w-wait-- i’m still not prepared- m-mm.! ”

his body trembled under you, torn between resisting and giving in. you had fully inserted his shaft inside you, which caused him to react like that. it entered perfectly, and smoothly, as if it was made just for your own use. it was fairly easy to accomplish since the both of you were already wet, so no lube was needed.

“why’d you do ah! that o-out of now-whereee?

he was trying to keep his voice stable but he failed to do so.

“i’m… ngh.. t--too sensitive—”

his breath hitched, words stumbling as his grip tightened slightly. you were now moving up and down, bouncing on his cock that was rubbing your walls. it felt good. you haven’t felt anything like this for a long time. light gasps also fell from your lips as you bounced on him. you weren’t giving him attention, too focused on what you were doing.

he tried to resist.

he tried to fight back.

but all failed since his body was also succumbing to his need.

he protested that he wasn’t ready, but his body says otherwise. the words that left his mouth were far from what his body was doing. his breathing became uneven, every inhale trembling as he battled himself. his hands was pressed weakly against you at first, but instead of pushing you away, they lingered, searching for something.

every bounce earned you a ragged moan.

his body finally betrayed him. he leaned closer, trying to find warmth he swore he didn’t want.?

“d-don’t…”

he murmured weakly. the word was fragile, already on the verge of breaking. yet instead of pulling away, he gave in—arms slipping around your body to hold you close to him. his forehead pressed lightly against your shoulder, hiding the flush spreading across his face.

the slick noises deafened his moans even though it was loud. you were fully immersed in what you were feeling now. maybe too gone.

“m-mommy! pay a--attention..”

he removed his resting head from your shoulder. he stared at you, eyes sparkling with that obvious love gleaming all throughout. it was empty yet still had a tiny spark in them.

“c-can i try being on top..? i don’t want to tire you ou--”

“do it.”

you cut him off, words slightly static since you were also trying to catch your breath. you mouthed the words again, reminding him. he stared at you, reluctantly nodding— unsure if he actually wanted to do it. either way, he still obeyed.

you removed yourself on top of him, the move resulting a shlick! sound to ring out due to his manhood detaching from yours. you leaned your back on the sofa and spread your legs apart, the heat still lingering between you. he then hovered above you, legs trembling slightly-- still hesitant whether to move or just stay frozen.

“i-i’m going to put it i-in now..”

the moment his hips brushed yours, your walls came in touch with his cock, the restraint in him faltered again. a broken moan slipped from his lips, pressing in further. his need was raw, obvious, and unpolished—like he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.

he buried his face against your neck, trying to silence his the shaky whimpers that escaped with each movement. his body clung to yours desperately. each thrust was erratic, almost pleading. he gripped your hand, as if asking for reassurance that he is doing well.

“good— s-so hic goood...”

the skin slapping, the heat shared between both of your bodies was enough to turn everything into blur for him. his mind focused on making you feel good. but he could feel like he can’t hold back anymore. yes, it felt good, but it was too good. minutes only have passed but the feeling was already too much to bare.

his stomach was churning inside.

he had to let go.

“m--mommy, i think i can’t hold it.. in..”

the words left his mouth with a noticeable whine that came along. his thrust was still uneven, but still moving as if he’d die if he let go. but he had to.

“p--please, can i? can i cum? i w-wanna.. please. i want to..”

he begged as if he was doing so for scraps. he was so so close to the point that it hurts. his voice breaking under the weight of his own desperation. the pleasure so sharp, it hurt to hold back. his grip on you tightened, body shaking as if he’d fall apart if you said no.

when you finally gave him permission—he broke. a strangled moan escaped as his body finally spurs out sticky, white cum inside you. he had clung to you through it, again burying his face against your skin.

he slowly loosened his hold, just enough to look at you. his teary eyes were visibly heavy, lips trembling. he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then tucked himself closer, arms wrapping around you again.

please take ur time girl!! i don't mind waiting for a 5 star meal lol. I COULDN'T AGREE MORE like we're starving rn T_T the adp tag on every fic archive is currently lacking but i hope we get a surge of content sooner or later!!

helloooo, anon! so sorry for the late response. but yeah, us adp fans are all starving rn. i’m also hoping to see more content about them. we just gotta cross our fingers and wait for something to happen. 🤞🏻😔

i’m glad that i’m not alone with the propaganda. 😭 it’s honestly hard to find fanfictions about him and his group (adp) in general. i’ve been feeding off of crumbs w works abt him just so i can have even a little bit injected to my veins. 💔

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 K-POP

pairing: ni-ki (enhypen) × female reader.

content: not specified. just submissive ni-ki with a noona kink and an urge to be a baby, one that’s eager to be good. :)

note: so sorry for the fuckton of tags. TT i really didn’t know what proper tags to put so i just put random shit on there.

thinking about ni-ki who’s nothing but a lapdog once he’s off the record. behind that domineering, intimidating look, is all just man that wants to be coddled and babied. it’s not too hard of a carry for him to keep the demeanor of being the cool guy infront of the other members, well mostly to the public too, but there are times where he just wants to take a break from being seen as one. and— and you were just the perfect person to help him achieve that.

ever since you came to his life, you had made it a lot easier for him. you helped him ease up, make him a little loose, and allowed him to show you the things he’s capable of doing and being. outside, he’s seen as the laidback and the nonchalant guy, but behind closed doors, he is an overly-dependent, crybaby, little pleaser boy.

one of his many special talents (that you only get to see) is that he is a machine— not just any, but specifically a cum-machine. his body releases a lot of fluids since he really doesn’t pleasure himself, thus it is all just stored. but even if that’s the case, it still is the same because he just has a lot in general. you literally will have him begging you to use him for his cum because he thinks it’ll make you feel better. stressed from things? his body is ready to be played with. you had a bad day for whatever reason? he’s already grabbing your hands, putting it on the most sensitive part of his body, which is his cock, so that he could put on a little cumshow for you.

he’d be sitting on your lap as he holds your hand, bringing it to touch his boner before saying, “n-noona, are you sad..? you can use m-me. you can use baby and pump him till he passes out to make you happy..” he most likely will stutter out his words, also with a little smile on his face, but only because there is still a little shyness in him.

he’s also very eager to please you, not just in an intimate way but rather in general. you could honestly refer to him as a sugar daddy even though his age is far from being one as well as his role in the relationship. nonetheless, he could probably still pass as one with the way he’s always spoiling you with gifts. luxury cars, branded clothes, shiny jewelries— you name it and it’ll all be in your hands in no time. even if he has the power to request a brand to send stuff for free in which he can give to you, he would never ever do that. he wants everything you touch to all be from his own money.

reward him for his greatness by giving him even the most bare minimum handjob you could ever offer, and he’d still cry out like he’s experiencing euphoria from the pleasure. you’ll have his legs spread out on the soft mattress whilst you give him a handjob. on the other hand, you’ll have both your middle and index finger inside his mouth, toying and messing with it. and you know he’s obedient about it too. even when he’s sucking your fingers with drool gathering up the inside of his mouth, he’ll try his best to whimper out,

“i love you, noo—hic!—na! w-wove you s’much..”

DEVOTION. pt. 5

pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × harsh female reader

content: masturbation, usage of toy, name calling (fem.rec), degrading, humiliation, implying of punishment, mentions of underwear licking and “peeing”. (actually means to cum) (it’s gross, i know. 😭), no aftercare :(

note: thank you so much for the request! apologies if it took a few days. i was kinda out of it and i keep forgetting to finish this. 🥲 also the peeing part was actually not about taking a real piss, OKAY. 😇 anyway, hihi, i hope you enjoy it ! i will be using this as a base for the next request, so stay tuned for that. NOT PROOFREAD !!!!!

if this is your first time seeing this post, it’ll be better to read from the start since there are other parts for this! i just didn’t put the links in since i felt lazy.

hearts, comments, and reblogs are all appreciated.

coldness filled the room, bringing the boy a side of uneasiness that came along with it. your yandere has been going off the deep end ever since you left the town, with nothing to do and nothing to hold onto. however, that was how he felt weeks ago. today was the day you were finally going home and he couldn’t wait. the passing of time feeling like eternity when you’re not around.

“it’s okay, she’ll be home in any minute now.”

he mumbles reassurances to himself, pacing back and forth inside the room, trying to find comfort to something— attempting to hold onto anything. as the clocked marched on, his mind began to run with thoughts that confused him. due to your nature being the kind to be self-reliant, you didn’t bother telling him what time you’ll be at the airport. you only texted him and said you’ll be home in half an hour. he knew he should’ve not let you go home without being picked up from the airport. either way, he still trusted you enough to let you do your thing.

as he walked all over the place, he could not help but grew more impatient, longing for you. the boy’s little walks then led him to the tiny laundry basket that was also inside the room. as he opened the cover, his palms became sweaty even when the room was in an almost-freezing state. his worries became replaced with thoughts— scenarios that were unholy and lewd. before he could think properly, his hands were already reaching for your unwashed underwear inside the basket. you wouldn’t be mad at him if he just relieves himself a little bit, right? he just can’t help it..

“i’m sure s-she’ll understand.. yeah.. mommy’s good. i am good. so she’ll still give me my reward even if i break just one rule, right?..” he slightly smiles to himself, sighing shakily as he brings the small fabric to his nose. he moans at the smell hitting him, finally finding the comfort he’s been looking for. after sniffing the fabric, he then shakily sticks his tongue out, licking the underwear. he could only moan harder and tilt his head back slightly from his actions. lowering the piece of fabric, he silently mumbles apologies for what he had done, and what’s about to be done.

the said boy walked over to the bed and placed himself on the big, fluffy matress. he laid above, shifting into different positions so that he could find the comfortable one. after finding the most comfortable one, which was laying on his back with his legs spread out, he then places your underwear on the nightstand. after properly putting it down, he lets out a whimper, unhooking the button of his pants. his heart lets out a corresponding beat towards the clank of the button as he finally removed it, even with shaky hands.

he spat a glob of saliva onto his palm, doing the action continuously to ensure that he’ll have no trouble with lubricating himself later on. his lips became a mess after, though. it had tiny, short streaks of drool on the sides as well as dripping slightly on his lower lip.

anyway, after getting the right amount, he shifts to his other hand so he could pull his undergarment down and free himself down there. his dick immediately sprung out which was due to his hardness beforehand. there was already pre-release at the tip.

with a trembling hand, he uses it to coat his dick before moving it in motion. he moved his hand— shaky and erratic. slick sounds releasing as he worked his hand up and down his shaft slowly. each stroke made his breath hitch, may it be a proper or unsteady stroke.

“h-hmhh--”

he let out little whimpers which he couldn’t hold back even when he tried to. he felt disgusted, and somehow aroused. grossed out but somehow enjoying it. he hated himself for being weak, for being an impatient, desperate boy. but he discards all of that, too distracted due to the heat building up inside his stomach.

just when he’s close to grasping that reward he’s been craving for, is when he lets himself go and fall due to a little desperation. he couldn’t help but think about how disappointed you’ll be. sure, he already convinced himself that you’d definitely understand him, but even his heart wasn’t buying it.

“s-sorryy.. nghh..”

he stutters out and moans, heart pounding as he sped up his motion, chasing for a release. he has been going for a few minutes now. the noises had gotten a lot louder, same with his whining. he could feel the heat curling inside his body— just waiting, waiting to be released. he was close, eyes rolling back, and tongue slipping out a little.

he could feel— he could feel the heat— stopping, not because he finally got to relieve himself, but because it was cut short. the creaking sound of the door opening had interrupted his chasing for his high.

fuck. it was you. he is definitely screwed.

“h--hey! let me exp-”

“shut. it.”

you dismissed him with anger fueling in your voice. you didn’t and would have never expected him to disobey like this so you tsk to make him hear how dissatisfied you were with his actions. even with you standing on the doorway, you could still see from afar that he was starting to tear up. he looked like a beat up puppy, lost and afraid. it was a sight to see, honestly. too bad, boys who do bad things get punished rather than rewarded.

“get your toy inside the drawer, now. and remove your clothes.”

“b-but— i want to e-explain fir—”

“i said now.”

he was trying to protest but you weren’t having any of it. you’d still win either way. so he just nods, removing the saliva off his hand by wiping it on his shirt. after wiping it clean, he then removes it along with his lower garments before reaching for the drawer. he was already scared since you’ll be punishing him, but further afraid since he heard the words your toy instead of just a toy. it implies you’ll be using him— breaking him without your help, thus indirectly.

you finally walked inside the room, setting your things aside before sitting on the bed to face him. he was now holding the fleshlight, in which you refer to as his toy. you cooed at his state, bony but pleasing-looking hands clutching the skin-colored fleshlight you had bought almost a month back as a “present” for him.

“since you wanna act all big and tough now, i guess you don’t need my help anymore, right?”

you broke the silence, tilting your head to the right as the words left your mouth. he could feel a pang hit his heart with the thought of not needing you anymore. of course he does need you! the desperation just got to him.. and so he quickly shakes his head no rapidly and fastly, panic settling on his face as he doesn’t want you to think about yourself like that.

“i--it’s not like that, mama... i swear— swear i just couldn’t wait any longer and i thought you wouldn’t arrive that earl--”

you hush him, cutting off his rambling. he quickly stops talking, looking at you with doe eyes.

“i was about to give you the best reward i could ever give but here you are, fucking it up. you know you might not get another chance, hm?”

you said, looking down at your index finger as it grazes the toy rather than his hand. he nods furiously to let you know he understands you. after that, with the use of the same hand, you guided the fleshlight towards his already-wet cock. he was squirming in the process, trying to avoid the toy’s insides to wrap around him. please’s left his mouth, begging you to stop and begging for you to forgive him. you acted as if you were deaf, ignoring his pleas as you finally inserted his shaft fully inside the silicon toy. you earned a loud groan from him, making you smile smuggly.

“see? it hasn’t even done anything and yet you’re already moaning like a whore. i guess you really don’t need me after all.”

you sigh sarcastically, acting as if you were hurt and with you knowing how easy he was— he was quick to reassure you in hurried breaths.

“no, no, no, m--mommy— i need you, need you s’much.. please don’t s-say things like tha— hah! ”

a moan suddenly fell from his lips which cut off his words. you had caught him off guard by moving the toy in a quick but short time. you did it since you didn’t want to get bored by his blabbering, your mind only focused in making him play with his dick.

“you just gonna blab or start?”

you loosened your grip on the toy and let go, fake yawning as you looked at him with a bored expression. that was the signal to finally make him start to work. he didn’t want to be inside the toy but he’d rather endure it than see you be bored at him. guess he has to put on a show to make you entertained then.

finally, after what felt like years, he started to put his hand on the toy so that he could begin moving it. it was already slicky since his dick still had saliva from all the spitting he had done a while ago. his breath hitched as he finally pushed the toy fully down around him. he whined at the contact, his thighs trembling uncontrollably as he starts to move the toy up then down.

“s-sensitive..”

his voice cracked, breathy moans filling the room. as he continuously moves the toy at an erratic but slow pace, he couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes slightly, making it half-lidded. he was starting to water a little from the sudden sensitivity. you saw this and immediately tormented him for the fun of it.

“keep your eyes open. i’m sure you aren’t that dumb and can still follow a simple rule, right?”

you placed your palm on your cheek as you spoke. he quickly opens his eyes, shifting them to meet your gaze. you couldn’t help but look at his face in awe. his eyes were similar to a void, no thought behind those iris. his mouth was slightly agape with wet drool that started to dry on both sides of his lips. his face was pure on sweating with hair lightly wet. what a scene it was, fully knowing that he just started a few minutes ago.

“i should just keep you like this forever, hm?”

he didn’t respond.

“answer me.”

he finally acknowledges your words, shaking his head.

“n-nooooo.. n-ngh! want i--inn.. wann’ be in, p-pleasee-”

he was starting to turn dumb-like, words all slurry since he could not talk properly anymore. you could also see that he was still moving his hips but not the toy anymore. he was the one fucking toy now, his lower body doing all the work. he didn’t break eye contact as he did his actions, lips parting oh so slightly until you could full on see the insides of his mouth.

“t--touchh me, please..” he begs, lips forming into a messy pout as he bites back a cry. he wanted to be held in any form of way as he was still deprived of the comfort he’d been needing. of course, knowing the devil you were, you shook your head no, resulting the boy to finally release a sob.

“issokay, i understand.. but wait! wait, m-mama, i’m g-going to pee. wait, p-please, hngh-”

he didn’t know what he was saying anymore, too fucked out to even understand the words coming out of his mouth. pee? you thought. you were puzzled, so you didn’t give him answer since there wasn’t one that you could give anyway. as you shifted your eyes back to his cock, you could somewhat see that it was all red and pent up.

by now, he was still fucking the toy fast and hardly. all you could hear was noises of squelching, whimpering, and loud moaning. hell, he was even starting to shout loud cries but you were far too distracted to even quiet him down since you were enjoying this too much.

“o-ooohh! a--ah!- momm’, sorryyy, i’m going to-”

he grips the sheets with the use of his free hand to keep him stable as he arched his back. a sorry was the last thing you heard before he cries out, releasing his load inside. whimpers left his mouth as he saw the toy drip out his cum. oh, so that’s what he meant. cute.

his body then retorts back from arching, making him shudder in the process.

“sorry, m’sorry..”

he apologizes in defeat. you almost fell for the act but good thing you remembered this was his punishment for disobeying. with “no mercy” still in your head, the words that fell from your lips left him biting his lip anxiously.

“no aftercare for you, hun. i won’t even hold you until you make it up to me. this is your punishment for not following rules, sorry not sorry.”

you went on to ramble, letting him know that actions come with consequences. he didn’t fight back, only nodding in defeat. in reality, you did want to hold him and caress him but it wouldn’t do him good since he might start to get spoiled.

“clean yourself up. i wanna sleep.”