Erin

Dom!mingi who slaps your ass whenever he feels like it. He does it the most when you’re out in public.

Dom!mingi who likes to sleep with one hand wrapped around your throat, pinning you to him so you can’t move.

Dom!mingi who buys custom jewelry that says ‘owned by mingi’ and never lets you take it off.

Dom!mingi who likes whenever you say ‘yes, sir’ whenever he asks you to do something. It makes his dick throb a little bit.

Dom!mingi who corrects your behavior without making you feel bad about yourself. He does however give you a three strike rule before he uses his belt.

Dom!mingi who gets your bite mark tattooed on his shoulder blade, simply to show that he’s just as much yours as you are his.

— “You’ve been behaving lately…” “I always behave?” “No, you don’t. Usually I have to spank you on the ass.”

Dom!mingi who likes to pull your hair whenever you’re in doggy to make you look up at him. Usually followed by ‘oh, look at you dolly. So sweet for me.’

Dom!mingi who hangs your head off the side of the bed before making you deepthroat him, his hand wrapping around your neck so he can feel his own bulge.

Dom!mingi who likes to use the mouth and finger combo on you until you’re shaking uncontrollably, trying to push him off you.

Dom!mingi who puts the letter ‘M’ on your inner thigh with hickeys with a little lovebite afterwards so his teeth leave a mark there too.

Dom!mingi who carves a little heart on your chest with a knife, licking away the blood that was left behind.

Dom!mingi who cums in you multiple times so that way his scent is on your skin and your brain is embedded with only him, he wants to have full control over your thoughts.

you see the door to hongjoong’s studio getting bigger as you approach it and you can’t help but hold his hand tighter. he takes out his keys and swiftly unlocks the door before pushing it open. a front of cold air hits your body as he guides you first inside the dark room, his hand carefully letting go of yours. the only things helping you see are the colourful lights of his monitor and the light from the hallway. 

you turn around to face hongjoong who still hasn’t said a word and who seems almost distant in the way he stands so far away from you, expressionless and cold. there’s a moment of silence where he simply looks at you, hand on the doorknob, expecting something. 

you quickly connect the dots in your head, immediately dropping down to your knees. hongjoong slightly nods, finally expressing something that looks like contentment. 

“good girl. you’ll stay there for me,” he calmly begins, “nice and quiet. alright?” 

that, you don’t understand. your heart accelerates, mouth slowly parting. is this a punishment? have you done something bad? you don’t think so. you haven’t been punished, or lectured, as hongjoong calls it, in a very long time. you don’t need to, not anymore; you’re fully trained, that’s what he said—what they all said. 

you crawl towards hongjoong, wanting to close the gap between you, but he makes you stop in your tracks as soon as you put a hand in front of you. 

“don’t.” his mouth is in a straight line, but you see his brows twitching. he’s displeased—hongjoong is clearly not as patient today, he won’t let anything pass. “i’ll put you in your cage if you want to be a brat.” you recoil at that, shaking your head. “so when i tell you something, you do it.”

he stares you down, as though daring you to do something else, but you keep still. that is until he walks out of the room, pulling the door with him, and you crawl as fast as you can across the floor, terrified he’ll leave you there. 

hongjoong is already on the other side of the door when you reach it. “joong!” you cry, pulling on the handle, but it’s obviously locked. “joong, please!” you hit the metal with your flat hands, banging on the door. your eyes quickly fill up in water and your throat starts to close. “don’t leave me, please! i’m so sorry!”

you notice the shadow of his shoes moving and you watch him stepping away from you, leaving you alone and helpless in the complete dark. you stand up to switch the light open, but no matter how many times you flick the switch up and down, nothing lights up. you start wondering if this isn’t working on purpose, too. 

you sniffle, wiping your tears with the heel of your palm. the last time you were in this situation, you had disobeyed your leader, but also seonghwa—which made it worse for you—by missing your daily check-up. hongjoong is the one in charge of it, though, this time, seonghwa had been the one to do it, if you hadn’t accidentally missed it. 

it’d been a long and exhausting punishment. instead of the studio, it was the bathroom adjoining hongjoong’s room. no contact with the members for almost 36 hours, only the incessant buzzing of the lights and the cold tiles that you’d slept on for the night like a mistreated dog.

since then, no punishment has been necessary, you make sure of it—except now.

you almost miss the bathroom—at least, you could look at stuff. hongjoong’s pc is the only thing you can see and the keyboard in front of his monitor. after an hour or two, looking at it becomes boring and annoying. what did you do for him to want to punish you?

sitting on the ground hugging your knees and nearly dozing off, you get startled by voices coming in the hallway. you recognize san’s and wooyoung’s voice, which has you rushing to the door, knocking on it. 

“sannie?” you call, hoping for him to hear you. 

the voices pause. after a second of silence, san calls out your name, too. “baby? is that you?”

“yes! please, can you open the door?”

your heart beats faster as you hear the lock being turned and the door opens about an inch, the sudden light blinding you. it’s open enough to see you, but not enough to let you out. 

“what are you doing here?” wooyoung asks.

you feel your nose stinging, new tears appearing in your eyes at the reminder of how you ended up locked in hongjoong’s studio.

“please, it’s- it’s been…” you don’t finish your sentence, not even sure of how long you’ve been in there. “hongjoong didn’t tell me anything. what’s happening, guys?”

at the mention of your leader’s name, san and wooyoung look at each other briefly before putting their eyes back on you. “we have a meeting in about 20 minutes,” san answers. 

you frown. “well, then… let me out,” you say, but with the expression on their faces and the look they shared, something tells you they don’t intend to do that. 

“doll, you know we can’t do that,” wooyoung responds, sounding disappointed, like he’s pitying you. “i don’t think joong wants you there.”

you don’t have anything to say in return, you’re speechless. what does that even mean?

“but i’m sure he’ll come back after.” san smiles, though it doesn’t reassure you a lot. what if he doesn’t? will you have to stay here another day?

“please,” you beg with tearful eyes, your voice down to a desperate murmur. 

“we’re sorry, baby,” san says, his smile now feeling bittersweet to you. “give us a kiss before we go. what about that, mh?”

you know his request is a way to tell you to not worry your head about it, like you’re too dumb to understand, but you nod your head anyway. 

san leans down to your level and you kiss him, wooyoung offering his lips to you just after. soon enough, the door closes back on you and you listen to their chatter until it becomes a distant and unintelligible sound.

Freaky!yunho who would make you hold your pee in for hours, until you simply can’t take it anymore and beg him to use the bathroom.

Freaky!yunho who makes you grind on his thigh whenever you’re out in public, especially when your bladder is overly full just to end up coo at you when he starts to feel his pant leg start to get wet due to you being unable to hold any longer.

Freaky!yunho who sometimes slips his fingers into your panties to rub your clit just to make you suffer more.

Freaky!yunho who gets hard from hearing you finally peeing, it’s just something about it that gets him going.

Freaky!yunho who likes hearing ‘I have to pee’ coming from your lips whenever he’s fucking you, trying to encourage you to hold it until you physically can’t.

Freaky!yunho who sometimes just slips his dick inside just to feel your bladder weaken and start to leak around him.

— “You feel me, baby?” “Always.” “Good, spread your legs a little more..”

Freaky!yunho who likes using your mouth as urinal whenever you’re going on long distance road trips.

Freaky!yunho who whenever he’s too lazy to get up to go to the bathroom, he’ll just ask if he can piss in you. He’ll even let you choose which hole he can do it in as well.

Freaky!yunho who when he’s away on tour, he’ll send you videos of him going pee, but while he’s peeing he’ll also jerk off as well because the pressure build up turned him on.

Freaky!yunho who likes to make you do really ‘disgusting’ things for his own enjoyment, so he’ll pee in a glass and set it in front of you so he can watch you drink it.

Freaky!yunho who likes to address you as his ‘personal toilet’ whenever he’s talking about you, even if it’s to strangers. He does not care.

Freaky!yunho who will suggest doing anal sex, simply so he can piss inside you whenever he’s done. He’ll even put a plug in to make sure it doesn’t spill. It makes him feel more in control over you and your body.