Sub!Idol Writings

The contrast between the Amber that the public got to see and the Amber that Luna got to see were mind blowing. The independent, sassy, brave character was reduced to a tied up, begging mess with her ass full.

Amber’s tanned hands gripped at the ropes, hoping that it would help get her breathing under control. “I can hear you moaning my name!” Luna exclaimed, slowing the movements of the toys that filled both of the other woman’s holes. “You stop, I only fuck your pussy,” she warned, lust covered eyes meeting Amber’s hooded ones. “Please...” she breathed before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Please what?” Luna purred, slowly pulling the toys out.

“Fuck me! Make me cum! It’s right there!” Amber exclaimed, thrusting her hips in attempt to stop the toys from being removed. “Aww,” the other woman smiled and pushed the toys back in, earning a squeal. “You can’t cum without your holes being filled,” she smirked, her hands now moving the toys as fast as she could. “You’re filthy,” she purred, leaning down to suck a red mark against Amber’s tanned thigh. “Perhaps we should get something for your mouth. Then all of your holes would be filled. I bet that would make you cum harder than ever. All of your holes being abused while all you can do is lay there and take it until I tell you it’s enough,” the ropes were thrashed again once more and their prisoner’s climax was once again within reaching distance.

It had started a while ago and in such an innocent fashion. At least in comparison.

You and Sehun had sat on Yixing’s couch and admitted that you had feelings for him. Yixing that is. Sehun had told you that Yixing always comforted him and made him feel like he could do things he thought he couldn’t. He was his mentor and you understood because you felt the same way. The boy gave you so many smiles and warm moments.

It was only logical that you let Yixing decide then. So you did. Everybody bared their hearts late that night between sips of soda and water and anxious feelings. It was a long and delicate road twisting out from that moment, but you wouldn’t take any single pit stop or mile marker away because it led to this moment right now.

Yixing’s dark hair was sweaty and hanging in dark clumps in front of his eyes. His face wasn’t too far from yours, but sometimes as he rocked back and forth on his hands and knees, you felt like you could kiss him. The way that his eyes kept opening and shutting like he had to take in the views a little at a time or he would be overwhelmed and have to stop. He looked really stunning under the light from a gently whirring ceiling fan; shining just a touch from the sweat thinned out across his complexion.

Sehun looked worse for wear surprisingly. His own dark hair pushed back after one too many runs of a hand through it. One of his hands was on Yixing’s hip, gently holding him steady as he moved in and out of him. The other hand was sliding up his back, rolling over the muscles on his back as he went. Yixing really seemed to like it, letting out whimpers and groans as he did so. Whenever the sounds would get a little bit higher in pitch, Sehun would pause, pushing his palm back and forth across the spot in time with his thrusts. Yixing squeaked and shut his eyes tightly until the spot was worked out and then he looked a touch more distant than before.

“You look happy, Xing.” You said quietly, catching his attention.

His eyes flicked up to you and he made a soft sound in response as an exhausted smile appeared on his mouth, teeth showing as his lips parted.

Normally you didn’t touch very often, but it was hard not too. He just looked so tempting and perfect right then. With that in mind, you reached out and brushed some hair behind his ear, letting your fingers graze down the side of his face afterwards.

“Are you happy?” You asked him, cupping his chin and tilting your head.

You were sitting cross legged in front of them, having only gotten back from work just before the whole situation began. All it took was Yixing complaining about how hard his day was, and the rest of the story told itself.

Sehun smiled, slowing his pace for a moment to speak, “We just want you to be happy.”

“Ah.” Yixing let out a breathy gasp when Sehun pulled out, “I want to make you guys happy too.”

You met Sehun’s eyes and he gave a chuckle, leaning back against the headboard to look at the two of you. He shrugged to tell you exactly what you already knew.

“We’ll worry about that later, darling.” You smiled at Yixing, turning your eyes fully on him, “Right now … let us take care of you, okay?”

You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, only hearing Sehun’s voice from behind, “What’s the plan?”

S.Coups

overly prepared

super caring and thoughtful

he’ll sit down and do ground rules and talk about it and set up scenarios and stuff -- maybe he’ll even have a pizza ordered for delivering in a couple hours right before you start?

all because he totally loves not making decisions

he spends all day being leaderly and smart and calling shots and making sure 13 people get around so if you can call all of the shots for a little he’s in love

His safe word would be a number

Jeonghan

Would kinda love subbing

I can see him being entirely into roleplay

He’ll get easily swept up in the fantasy

If you could call him your “sweet prince” you’ll get ... anything

he’ll probably giggle a lot 

likes to be pampered

Safe word: a disney movie maybe?

Joshua

Definitely the most vanilla out of all the boys

Would almost take a submissive role from the get-go

He wants to learn and he’ll listen

He’ll turn everything into cute inside jokes too

That he’ll say innocently when you’re around the other boys

Very sweet and compliant

It’ll make you crazy tbh

safe word might be like ... something in one of the 235 languages he knows

Jun

Definitely weird

Bondage? Yep.

Collar? Yep.

Pet play? Maaaaybeee

But if anything he’d just have an oral fixation

Tie him up and do whatever else, just so long as he can kiss you

super flexible. loves doing weird positions

safe words are types of dogs?

Hoshi

Definitely would struggle with subbing

If anything I could see an arrangement where you’re both switches and you trade off

An intense sub

Careful and loving at first, but quickly inhabits the atmosphere

This guy gets really into the role kind of like when he dances ... totally carried away

He’s just going to be out of his mind a lot ... it might leak into other parts of his life

“Why don’t we go home so you can mess me up? Oh great cool let’s go.”

safe word is definitely pirouette

Wonwoo

The ultimate switch imo

Also loooooves punishment - he’s gonna find a way to deserve it

Definitely won’t say it but he likes being called names

Not nice pet names, more like straight up dirty talk

Wants to add other people in too

Maybe you and somebody else could double team him

He’ll love taking it all

safeword is something stupid like peanut butter

Woozi

He probably wouldn’t suggest it but would be totally down

And then he would totally do like a ton of research

and come in like “okay my safe word is this and that and blah blah”

Honestly he’s going to literally over think EVERYTHING

but eventually like idk how spanking maybe

He would start to go subspace a little bit

and be like totally relaxed and happy and it would be so good

safe word is a color

DK

Vocal af

hecka into dirty talk I mean

and pet names? not sure why but he would

It might all start with him just enjoying how hot you are when you’re direct

and then he’s sorta like ... “do it again but more?”

safe words would be video game related

Mingyu

Takes his job very seriously

Get the feeling he digs a little pain and punishment?

You should

Not just fingernails on his back, but that’s great

Roughness abounds

Boy likes to be put in his place with a little roughness

Both of you will be unconscious afterwards 100%

safe words: names of muscles

The8

I can not stress this enough ... he’s def into choking

This is about subbing sorry

I think he’s definitely always taking charge because that’s what he’s used to

But when you take charge he’ll be all about it

One day you probably called him “kitten” or something and he jokingly growled back at you but like it would totally become a thing?

Not total pet play but he loves being “petted”

open to all the kinks

food for safewords

Seungkwan

super emotional

but like in a good way?

like he gives in easy if you just tease a little bit

a total hot mess when you get him flustered

Whimpering and begging are his middle names

really really soft as a sub

likes pet names a ton

his safeword is pocket square or bow tie

Vernon

Here’s our local brat. There’s always one.

By that I just mean I don’t think he’d be able to take it entirely seriously

He’ll give back talk

and he’ll 100% be a tease

gonna deserve every second

and he’s gonna be really into aftercare

it’ll wipe him out but his favorite part will be showers and cuddles following

safe words ... super heroes?

The joke among his friends is that everybody has been to the gym with Hoseok … once.

You’re starting to realize why that is.

And it’s not because he spends three hours at said gym. Which is a little insane to you in general. Not to mention that he normally works out other times throughout the day. He runs in the morning before he even gets to the gym, and then has dance practice on top of that and whatever conditioning he does with the company.

It’s actually because he’s a bit … too supportive? Too energetic? Too ... pushy? His voice yelling that yes! you can do one more in your ear has become deafening. And it was becoming painfully apparent that he had no idea how much you could take.

This was maybe ... your fifth arm work out of the day? And you were struggling to get the weight above your head. It didn’t burn or sting or hurt in any way. The muscles just weren’t responding. They were dead weight, refusing to even attempt to pull it up any further.

“Come on!” He encouraged, smiling widely as he spotted you from behind the bench.

“I …” You grunted, “Can’t.”

You dropped the weights to the floor, hearing them bounce and clatter on the padded tiles. Your eyes came down to meet themselves in the mirror across from where you sat. Maybe it was just all a little too much and a little too fast, or maybe you felt like you were letting Hoseok down ... but whatever it was, it left a bad taste in your mouth.

Hoseok put his hands behind his head then and sighed, “It’s okay. It’s fine.”

“No, you’re upset.” You stated, making eye contact with his reflection in the mirror, “And I’m just holding you back. I should go.”

“You’re not holding me back.” He said, “You’re holding yourself back. You’re upset. What’s wrong?”

That struck a chord, “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just … not as good at this as you.”

He let out a little laugh, but seemed very adamant in his words, “You don’t have to be good at it. Didn’t you tell me you wanted to be healthier and tone yourself?”

You rolled your eyes. Doesn’t everybody say that stuff when they’re in one of those I’m going to pick my life up and change for the better and start drinking water kicks?

“Sure, but I’ll never like how I look. I don’t think I can be like you.”

What little smile he had slipped off his lips, leaving room for his eyebrows to close in with concern, “You think I like how I look?”

“How couldn’t you?”

He turned a bit to look at the far side of the small weight room. Hoseok attended a pretty nice gym with an even better membership, so everything was always shiny and new. They had small little weight rooms that can fit maybe 3-4 people. You were both posted up in one right now, sweating through the thin fabrics of your tank tops and currently trying to diffuse a tension neither had expected to come up.

“I think I look okay.” Hoseok answered, turning back to the mirror, “But I don’t love my body. I wish my longheads would bulk at the same time as my shortheads. I could make a list of what I want to change. I look good, but I could always look better.”

You both looked at yourselves in the mirror for a second before your eyes drifted down towards the long rack of weights sitting in front of you. Each was a different color with a different number on it and every single one looked more daunting than the last.

After a couple of moments you stood up from the bench and turned to him, “That’s the whole point, then.”

He raised his eyebrows.

So you reached out to put your hands on his arms, “We don’t have to like our bodies. That’s why we have each other.”

It came out a bit more suggestively than maybe you had planned, and he picked up on it; raising the other eyebrow and bringing back that wonderful smile from minutes before.

“We have each other to like our bodies?” He repeated.

“Yep.” You put a finger on his chest and backed him up a couple steps, trying to hold off the grin you had growing as you spoke, “Don’t question me.”

Eventually one of his calves met a bench and he stumbled a bit, catching his balance on through falling back onto the bench. Once he recovered fromt he minor misstep, you looked up at you with doe eyes. Hoseok was an awfully stubborn guy sometimes. Despite the fact that he always manages to pull care and charisma out at times most wouldn’t, he always seemed to make his mind up quickly and stick to it. Which is great for things like deciding where you wanted to get dinner, but probably not right now.

“I think we need a new kind of workout.” You crossed your arms and looked him over, “Take your shirt off.”

“Do I have to?” He whined, making a silly face as he rocked back a little bit.

“Don’t make me say please.” You said seriously, but mentally having to force the corners of your lips down.

“Okay, okay.” He responded, reaching for the bottom of the white tank top and pulling, well more likely peeling, it off of his body.

That goofy smile finally broke through to you as he did so. To be fair, it would be almost impossible not to smile with Hoseok taking his shirt off right in front of you. And when he did, it gently reminded you that there was absolutely no way in hell that this man could dislike his body. At least not from where you were standing.

“You’re gorgeous.” You chuckled, uncrossing your arms, “So until you leave here only positive stuff leaves your mouth. Which is also gorgeous by the way.”

It made him smile in a really genuine way when you said that, “Why do I feel like I can’t turn that down?”

“Because you love me, obviously.” You answered, feigning a hair flip for effect.

“Hey, if I have to say positive things, you do too. Sarcasm counts.” He pointed a finger at you.

“I never said that.” You took initiative, stepping forward and over his legs so you could sit down on his lap. If only just to put your palms on his chest, “My workout, my rules.”

“Then I’ll just say positive things about you too.” He grinned, leaning in.

You kissed him through the smiles and until the smiles faded. His hands came around to support you on his lap and he dragged you ever so closer. That maneuver wasn’t something he was going to get away with easily.

“Hey.” You laughed, pulling away from him, “Easy there, tiger.”

“I’m just trying to get a better look is all.” He said innocently, “You have really nice shoulders ... the way they slope down. I love them.”

Not to be outdone, you placed your hands on his shoulders and let your eyes wander down the connecting biceps, “I’ll let you get away with it because I love yours too. And your arms. They’re beautiful. Were they sculpted by a deity?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but must have caught himself just in the nick of time. He may be stubborn, but he knows you follow through on threats. Only positive statements today.

“Maybe.” He drew the word out in a teasing tone, “It cost a lot for a custom job. But I bet less than yours did.”

“Cheeky.” You said softly, giving him a peck on the lips, “But I don’t have a chest that ripples, do I? How much work did you put into that?”

“A lot.” He chased your lips, but found you pulling too far away and held himself back, “I want to look good for people. Whenever I go on stage I want to look really good. And I want to look really good for you.”

“You do …” You trailed off, tilting your head to look him in the eyes with nothing but adoration, “You’re a really really handsome guy. It’s unfair really. You don’t have to work hard either, I’ll always think you look amazing.”

Neither of you spoke for a second. On his part, because he didn’t want to deny your claims and break the “workout”, but also because he was touched you were going out of your way to make him feel special. You, on the other hand, didn’t speak because you had said what you needed already.

He did speak after a few careful moments, “Can I …?”

You smiled, finishing his sentence and request with a kiss.

Things quickly unfurled after that. You pressed your abdomen forward, feeling a bit of a burn from the ab work out he had you do earlier, but pushed through, seeking to graze up against him in just the right way. It worked too, judging by the breathing coming out of his nose that changed so abruptly. It took just another couple of motions before you were in a groove, winding against him so he would unravel like a scroll.

Everything stayed very much in place for a couple of moments, the friction building up with ease because of how close your bodies were pressed together. Without any verbal direction, he held onto you and let your grind up against him in a slow, but almost desperate way. It was hard not to get worked up.

Your voice came out a bit hoarse, “Darling … you know you can--”

“Yes, please, yes.” He groaned.

He stood up effortlessly, bringing his hands down to support your weight by your butt. You felt him spin 180 degrees, lobbing a leg over the bench and then taking a few rushed steps until your back was against the wall. The wall was cold so it felt fantastic against your hot back. It got a little bit of a whimper out of your mouth and he felt urged on.

“You’re really beautiful too. You weren’t sculpted by a deity, you are a deity.” He whispered, just high enough so you could hear it.

The sounds of his voice against your ear made your mind a bit foggy. If every trip to the gym went like this, then maybe you had been missing out on something big.You thought it was all kale shakes and sit ups to this point

He was rubbing into you ever so slightly now, and he was far stiffer now that you could fully feel his weight against you. Your hands snaked across his back, feeling each of those dips and curves the human body had to offer as you found a hold on him.

His mouth barely moved as he asked, “I want to …”

“Do a couple reps?” You joked breathlessly, “One set, Hoseok. Do it for me.”

He nodded, turning his head into your neck and kissing the skin he found there. You wrapped your legs around his lower back to relieve a little pressure from his arms as one made its way to the front of his sweat pants. Somehow, after a couple of frustrated noises from both of you, he managed to get them and his boxer briefs down.

“Wait.” He paused, breathing into your neck, “Your shorts, I can’t.”

You laughed, “Okay, tiger. Move.”

He gently stepped back, letting your legs uncurl from their position around his waist and steadily letting you down onto the floor. You kept your eyes trained on his as he gave you some space and gave him a wink. After that all you had to do was get your shorts off and your underwear as well, pulling it off over your sandals and … actually, ditching those too.

“How about a bench press?” He asked, stepping out of his sweatpants as well.

“Not sure how much it can take.” You cast a glance to the bench.

“Don’t be silly.” He reached forward and took you by the waist, “I bench more than your weight daily.”

“Good confidence.” You complimented in an unintentionally low voice, “Now don’t keep me waiting.”

He picked you up bridal style, swooping you off your feet and putting you down on the bench. He held up a finger as he went over to his gym bag and pulled out a condom pack that was buried somewhere among probably more questionable objects. It didn’t stay in the pack for long though because moments later it was being rolled on and the pieces discarded ... somwhere.

Once again, your fingers went to his back as he worked, digging in a touch when you felt his member pressed against your inner thigh. He used one hand to guide it in and once it had made a careful descent, he began to make easy strokes, feeling it out to make sure you were comfortable. It was assumed he got the gist from the octave your voice jumped on your next moan.

And as always, he treated you well. Because while he was quite a few things, caring was at the top of his list.

Half way through what he was affectionately calling his reps, he reached down and pressed a finger against your clit, reveling in the sound you made when you felt it.

“Do that, tiger.” You encouraged him, “Do that.”

He was obedient as he nodded, circling with his finger again and getting a bit more erratic when he saw your face flush in reaction. Delirious patterns evolved out of his finger tips despite the awkwardness of his angle. When he figured he could give it his best, he sank totally down onto his knees. He then pulled you further down on the bench by your hips and started in again, slow to begin, but getting up to speed again without wasting time.

You let out a gasp, “Hoseok …”

The tightness you had built down there quickly undid itself when you came, letting you fall into the whims of the rhythm he had built. Your head rolled back, blissfully unaware of all the parts of your body that were protesting just about every decision you were making right now. It was a short lived euphoria, but it was a brilliant one. Your bucking and motion eased to a stop as he kept going, slower now and with more precision than before.

Without words, you told him to keep going, pressing your spent hips into his. Once he registered the nonverbal, he caught up with a couple more reps and finally finished, digging his fingers into your skin a bit as he did so. His eyes fluttered shut and he looked up at the ceiling, letting out a low, but penultimate groan. It was somehow in someway, really really cute.

When he pulled out, he collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily and completely exhausted on the floor.

“I should make workout plans for a living.” You joked.

“Personal Trainer Y/N has a better ring.” He responded through heavy breaths, “I didn’t do any push ups.”

“Are you kidding?” You looked over to him from the bench.

“Absolutely.” He met your gaze, “We still have this room for 20 minutes.”

“Knowing how slowly you clean, that might not be enough time.”

Yifan is probably one of the best boyfriends you have ever had. He may be quiet and people think he is cold, in reality, Yifan is very warm and caring. But Yifan is also strong, aggressive, and dominant… Like a lion. So suggesting him to sub is like asking him to remove a limb.

“There is no way,” Yifan shook his head vigorously.

“It could be fun! Let’s just try something new, please?” You pouted and begged a little.

“Subbing is not my style,” Yifan put his hands on his hips and sighed.

“Just once,” You held up one finger and tried to be as cute as possible.

He sat that for a moment looking you over. He rolled his eyes and sighed, throwing his hands down in defeat. Yes.

“Fine! On one condition,” Yifan smirked.

“What?” You took a step forward and draped your arms over his shoulders, standing on your tiptoes

“You have to cook all of my favorite foods, ALL of them,” He wrapped his long arms around your waist and smiled.

“Deal!” You jumped up and kissed his lips.

“You’re so cute when you try to be tall,” He pushed his forehead into yours and smiled.

Yifan’s smile was fantastic. Most people never really got to see how amazing it was. Pleasing Yifan was not a hard task, but he didn’t understand why you wanted him to be a little less dominant for a day. Mind blowing orgasms.

That evening you got to work on gathering all the things you needed for a nice night with Yifan. Flowers. Take out. Toys. Depending on what mood Yifan was in when you got home would depend on what came first, him or take out.  Judging by his lack of apparel when he met you at the door, it would probably be him.

“Help me with this, please … Why are you just in basketball shorts?” You handed him a bag and walked into the house.

“I wanted to be comfortable. Is that a crime?” Yifan laughed and you smiled. Yifan’s laugh was adorable and precious.

“No,” You blushed. You could see every curve of his delicious body. Yeah, take out could wait.

You got all the stuff into the house and then pulled Yifan into the bedroom. He was all smiles the entire time.

“You planned this didn’t you?” You kissed his chin and he laughed.

“Maybe I did,” He cupped his hands around your ass and lifted.

“Yifan put me down!” You gripped at his shoulders nearly falling.

“Never!” He fell over backward into the bed and pulled you down for a kiss.

“Do you want dinner first?” You asked kissing his cheek.

“Nope. It can wait. I want to see what you’re going to do to me,” Yifan nuzzled into your neck and kissed softly.

“Okay, take your shorts off and lay in the bed,” You smirked and got off grabbing one of the paper bags.

“Straight to business, then” Yifan yanked his shorts down and was already half erect.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You set down the bag as he stretched himself out in the bed.

“Yes, I know how much stuff like this means to you. You want to do this so we’ll be closer. I’m okay with that,” He propped himself up on one elbow and softly smiled.

You started to pull things out of the bag and Yifan’s eyes grew a little wider. You weren’t sure he expected this exactly. A blindfold. Some soft earplugs. A small paddle. A vibrating cock ring.

“What are you going to do with this?” He grabbed the paddle and smacked his hand a few times.

“Spank you,” You smiled.

“What did I get myself into?” He threw his head back into the pillow and sighed.

“Turn over,” You took off your clothes down to your underwear and he huffed turning over onto his stomach.

“Do I have to be on all fours?” Yifan picked himself up.

“Yes, you do,” You giggled.

“I feel so exposed,” Yifan shivered a little.

“Relax,” You rubbed his back and he settled a little into the bed.

You reared back the paddle and lightly smacked the fleshy skin below his ass. He softly moaned.

“Is that okay?” You caressed his skin lightly.

“Yeah, you can go harder,” Yifan shook his head and clenched the bed sheets.

You pulled back this time to put more force down. It made Yifan flinch a little but you could see his features softening. Another hit and a soft moan escaped his lips. He bit down trying to hold it back which made you laugh to yourself.

“Brace yourself, baobei,” You whispered and he took a deep breath.

You take the paddle back and the contact coerced a sweet, loud groan from Yifan. His head fell and his back arched. You apply the same pressure each time and after a few more smacks, he’s moaning loud and dripping precum.

“Please fucking touch me,” Yifan gasped and bit his lips.

“Turn over and lay down,” You rubbed cooling gel on the reddened skin and he turned slowly settling back into the pillows.

He was throbbing and red. Yifan thrusted up and another dribble of precum slid down his length. You had to resist the urge to lap it up and suck him off.

“Ready?” You grabbed the stuff from the nightstand and sat between Yifan’s legs.

“God yes,” Yifan closed his eyes and sighed.

You slowly covered his eyes with the blindfold and closed the velcro end. Easy to take off. You placed the earplugs snug into his ear. He adjusted them with you so that they fit comfortably. He gave a thumbs up and searched for your thighs. He squeezed and you could tell he was nervous. You rubbed his hand reassuring him you’re there.

You turn the ring on and slowly run it along his thigh. He jumps a little and then follows your hand closer to his erection. He sighed when you let it sit on his inner thigh and then at the base of his length. You picked it up and hovered it lightly at the tip of his dick. He moaned quietly and bit his lip. You can see he’s enjoying himself. You push it down and his quiet moan turned guttural and loud. Yifan can’t quite hear himself which is nice. He’s usually a very quiet lover.

“That feels so good,” He huffed and ran his fingers across the tip pulling back a string of precum.

He waved his finger for you to come closer. You licked and he smiled. He chuckled a little as you sucked on it and popped it out of your mouth.

“I could get used to this,” Yifan said as you leaned down to kiss him.

You straddled him and started to stroke slowly. He whined at the sensation and you feel hands searching for your thighs. He squeezed and thrust up as the toy hummed quietly. You stroked him a bit more and he started to buck up quickly. You can feel him flexing.  

“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” Yifan bit down on his lip and squeezed tightly on your thighs.

You stopped and turned off the ring. He whined and you can see him throbbing so close to the edge.

“Please, no,” Yifan whispered still thrusting, pulling the earplugs out.

“You said…” You started.

“I know what I said, God, I’m so closed please just…” He reached for his hard cock and you smacked his hands.

“No, just calm down for a moment. I promise you’ll feel the best orgasm soon,” You kissed down on his thighs and he sighed.

“You’re so evil,” Yifan ran his hands through your hair and scratched your head.

You gently kissed up his length and licked the tip sending him into a fit of shakes and growls. You feel his hand tighten into a ball in your hair. A smirk drew up across your face and you swirled your tongue just on the tip. He moaned so loud that he started to blush.

“Why does it feel so much better?” Yifan gasped and turned his head to hide his face.

“It’s sensory deprivation. I remove different senses so that the rest are heightened. Like your cute little mewls when I was fondling you,” You laughed and he covered his face.

“God, I feel embarrassed,” He scoffed and you leaned in to kiss him.

He moaned into the kiss. Everything was feeling a lot more intense. You reached down between your legs and turned the vibrations back up.

“Don’t be afraid to be loud,” You leaned and kissed his neck, putting the ear plugs back in snug.

He groaned and thrusted holding you down. He slid across your folds and it sent shivers up your spine. This was supposed to be about Yifan but damn if you didn’t want to just crawl on top of his big dick and fuck him senseless. As you leaned back up, he grasped at your thighs again, huffing breaths and furrowing his brows. You massaged his thighs and he sighed. When he smiled you felt a great sense of accomplishment.

“Suck me, please,” Yifan whispered.

You shrugged and figured he requested nicely, might as well. You leaned down and lightly flicked your tongue on the tip. He quietly moaned and gripped your thigh. He pulled his hand up to wrap it in your hair again, tangling his fingers and rubbing softly.

“Please, please, stop… stop teasing me,” Yifan thrust up and hit the back of your throat.

You reached down and clicked the cock ring up another notch and he screamed. Perfect. You lapped and slurped at his throbbing dick that he was mewling and writhing underneath your faint touches and long sucks. He started flexing and you knew it was time to back off again. He would be disappointed, and he was.

“Fuck! Please. Please, God, make me cum. I want to cum so bad it fucking hurts,” Yifan sat up and ripped the earplug out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down for a kiss.

His desperation showed in the way he snaked his tongue in and fought for control. He was losing his grip and wanted to dominate. That was Yifan. He kissed down your chest and then pulled off the clothes you had left on.

“Please, fuck me,” Yifan’s low growls were sexy.

“But…” You started and he bit down on your side.

“I said, fuck me,” Yifan looked up and his gaze was dangerously hot.

You couldn’t resist this side,”Only if you let me do everything.”

“Fine just please get on my dick,” Yifan slid his hands to your waist and helped you lower your body onto him.

You hissed at the stretch. Yifan was very well endowed. You worked yourself to a comfortable pace and rocked slowly. You reached down and smirked. You turned the vibration up to the highest setting and received the loudest moan Yifan had even let slip off his lips your entire relationship. This was also good for you. The constant buzzing put you high really fast.

“I’m… Oh god, I’m not going to last,” Yifan pulled you down and violently kissed you and groped every inch of skin he could reach.

“Yifan,” You moaned into his mouth as he flicked his tongue across your bottom lip.

“Make me cum,” He whispered gripping your side.

You lifted up and slammed down hard as he screamed. It was the loudest you’ve ever heard him get and it sent you completely over the edge. You reached down to Yifan’s throat and steadied your grip.

“Tighter,” Yifan held your hands tighter around his neck and his eyes rolled back.

His hands returned to your waist to help you bounce. The vibrations were intense and both of you were starting to get increasingly close. You could tell by the way Yifan was rolling his body and flexing inside of you. He bit down on his lip and you could feel his labored breath through his nose. He was starting to peak. You squeezed just a little harder and his eyebrows furrowed.

“FUCK!” Yifan unraveled and climaxed sending you over the edge too.

You let go of his throat and kissed him riding out your orgasm as the toy sent you both into violent fits. You lifted up and turned off the ring. Yifan sighed letting go of a breath he was holding. You removed the toy and laid down on Yifan’s chest.

“Baobei?” Yifan pulled your hair back and kissed your nose.

“Hmm,” You smiled and hummed.

“I’ll sub for you anytime you want if you do that to me,” He wrapped his long arms around your little body and squeezed.

You lifted up and took the blindfold off of his eyes. He smiled with his whole face and turned over on top of you.

Jimin’s confession of ‘I like when you’re in control’ had been a turning point for the arrangement the two of you had. It’s when the sex went from the same vanilla missionary, to a whole range of exciting scenarios.

He looked like a work of art; purple rope patterned over his tanned skin, keeping his arms above his head which showed off every contour of his body. His eyes never wandered away while you were trying him to the bed frame, he got a rush from being fully exposed to you, being forced to lay while you could do what you wanted with his body.

With your hands planted on his chest, your hips kept a steady rhythm that was driving you both wild. His whines mixed with your moans as you were both close to the door that would open and pull you into a world of body shaking pleasure. You opened your eyes to watch his face as it contorted in pleasure, his plump bottom lip turning white as it was pinched between his teeth to stop himself from causing too much noise.

You leaned down to press your foreheads together, both of you desperate to let the bubble within you burst. You tried to keep your hips on their timed lifts, but as your body began to shake, he moved his hips the best he could to help you.

“Just sit still,” Jongdae pushed Minseok down into the chair.

“But why do you want me to wear this?” He huffed and adjusted the little fuzzy ears on his head.

“It’s cute. Just wear them for a moment,” Jongdae doted on him and kissed his cheek.

Minseok always looked cute.  In everything. Even when he was trying to be sexy. There was something about Minseok that was just so adorable. He was like a kitten.

And that’s exactly what Jongdae wanted him to look like. The inspiration came one day when they were both being lazy on the couch talking about adopting a fur baby.

“What would we name it?” Minseok adjusted himself. He laid his head into Jongdae’s lap.

“I don’t know,” Jongdae curled his lips into a smile and played with Minseok’s hair.

Why do we need a cat when you act like one, Jongdae thought to himself.

As the thought passed, Minseok spoke, “You know, you kind of look like a cat,” Minseok laughed

“Why!?” Jongdae whined.

“Your lips curl up,” Minseok picked himself up and kissed Jongdae, “and you just have the same features.”

“Well, you act like a cat. You’re always lazing around in my lap asking me to play with your hair and demanding my attention,” Jongdae kissed him back.

Then, Jongdae had a thought. What if he made Minseok like a cat for a day, ears, tail, and all.

“Minseok, I have an idea,” Jongdae pulled him into his lap.

“What?” Minseok narrowed his gaze suspicious.

“What if we tried something… different in the bedroom?” Jongdae smirked.

“What do you have in mind?”  Minseok showed a little excitement. He liked new things.

That’s how Jongdae got to this moment with Minseok. Soft ears, tight clothes, and a tail. He wanted Minseok to be his kitten. He placed the soft ears on Minseok and adjusted them. They blended nicely with Minseok’s black hair. They were so soft and black just right for him. His muscular body was covered in velour. It was also black. The tail, however, was situated inside of Minseok. That was Jongdae’s favorite part of the outfit. A small hole in the backside and Minseok moaned when it slid in.

“Why is there are re..AH!” Minseok moaned and gripped the chair between his legs.

“That’s why,” Jongdae turned it off and then set it down.

“When you wanted to do something new, I thought maybe food or ropes,” Minseok leaned back.

“Here,” Jongdae straddled Minseok and put a collar around his neck. It was a soft pastel pink and had a small bell on it.

“Really?” Minseok played with the bell.

“See, already acting like my sweet little kitty,” Jongdae leaned in and kissed Minseok turning the tail up to the first vibration setting.

Minseok gripped Jongdae’s hips and moaned. Jongdae just laughed.

“Does my pretty kitty want to play?” Jongdae turned the tail up one more notch and Minseok’s head flew back.

“Feels… so good,” Minseok pushed Jongdae down on his growing erection.

“Let’s go cuddle on the couch for a bit,” Jongdae stood up and turned the tail off, getting a whine from Minseok.

“Do I have to crawl?” Minseok rolled his eyes.

“No, you can walk. But, you have to come sit in my lap,” Jongdae bit his lip and then smirked.

Minseok followed Jongdae and sat down slowly on the couch. He laid his head into Jongdae’s lap and smiled. He liked this part.

“My sweet kitty, do you want me to pet you?” Jongdae smiled devilishly.

“Yes,” Minseok bit his bottom lip and adjusted himself, wiggling a little too much.

Jongdae reached over and started to stroke Minseok. He moaned and gripped the couch.

“That’s… not what .. I was expecting,” Minseok rolled his eyes back and softly gasped.

“Such a pretty kitty,” Jongdae leaned down and kissed Minseok.

Minseok grabbed Jongdae’s face and laced his fingers around to the back of his neck. He pushed hard into him as Jongdae stroked through the soft fabric of the shorts. He jerked when Jongdae turned the tail back on.

“That’s… such… a … tease,” Minseok gasped and writhed under the control of the vibrating tail.

Jongdae snuck his hand down Minseok’s thigh and rubbed slowly. He pushed back up to play with the toy. He adjusted it and hit Minseok’s sweet spot. He screamed in pleasure as Jongdae used his other hand to softly scratch Minseok’s head.

“Is my pretty kitty having too much fun?” Jongdae wiggled the toy a little more and Minseok jerked.

“Jongdae, please,” Minseok whispered through his soft gasps and mewls.

“Come here,” Jongdae pulled Minseok up into his lap.

Minseok sat down and put his hands down to softly palm Jongdae. He tossed his head back and moaned. Minseok leaned into Jongdae’s neck and started licking softly. He flicked his tongue slowly over all of Jongdae’s sensitive skin. His collarbone. His Adam's apple. His ears.

“I love when you give me soft kitten kisses,” Jongdae turned the toy down to a slow pace and Minseok sighed.

“Pet me,” Minseok pouted and bit his lip a little.

“Awh, my little kitten wants me to play with him?” Jongdae pulled the shirt off of Minseok and started to kiss his chest.

Minseok wrapped his arms around Jongdae and pulled his nails up and down his back leaving a trail of reds and purples. He grinned and leaned down to Jongdae’s shoulder and bit him.

“Bad kitty,” Jongdae whispered turning the toy all the way up and pushing it in hard on Minseok’s prostate.

“Fuck!” Minseok rocked back and forth on top of Jongdae groaning.

“Bad kitties get punished,” Jongdae smirked and unzipped the shorts.

He slid them off of Minseok and pushed him to the floor.

“Kneel,” Jongdae commanded and Minseok complied.

“Turn it down, please, I might cum without being touched,” Minseok was thrusting the air and panting. His throbbing erection dripping precum.

“Don’t you do that my pretty kitty or you’ll be punished worse,” Jongdae turned down the toy and stripped himself of his clothing to be naked with Minseok. The only things left on Minseok were the ears, tail, and collar.

“Yes, sir,” Minseok let it slip and then covered his mouth.

“Oh. My pretty kitty is such a good boy. Say it again,” Jongdae stroked himself and bit his lip.

“Yes… Sir,” Minseok looked up and smiled biting on his tongue.

“Good kitty,” Jongdae took a step and put his thumb into Minseok’s mouth.

Minseok took it and licked it softly, then sucked on it, moaning.

“Open,” Jongdae lined his throbbing dick with Minseok’s bottom lip and drug it across.

Minseok licked it softly and Jongdae groaned. He softly set his fingers on it to hold it just in his mouth. He licked and kissed softly until he reached the bottom of the shaft. He started sucking and nipping when Jongdae shoved his fingers into his hair. When he reached the tip he flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up then lapped up Jongdae’s precum. He purred and Jongdae lost it.

“Stop teasing my pretty kitty and suck it,” Jongdae thrusted and Minseok took it to the back of his throat.

Minseok loved to deep throat Jongdae. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t that small. Jongdae was a perfect size and just thick enough to stretch Minseok’s mouth a little. A little saliva dripped from Minseok’s mouth as he pulled his head back and bobbed on Jongdae’s tip. He purred again and Jongdae had to sit.

“My perfect kitty is so good,” Jongdae slowly thrust himself into Minseok’s mouth and bit his lip.

Jongdae reached for the remote and Minseok shook his head. The vibration was at a nice pace that Minseok was still fully erect but not overstimulated.

“You’re being so good, I won’t turn it up then,” Jongdae pulled Minseok off his pink cock and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Play with me,” Minseok whispered and Jongdae went crazy.

“I love that you’re into this, fuck,” Jongdae pulled Minseok onto the couch and knelt on the floor next to it.

Jongdae started to kiss Minseok starting at his neck. He softly kissed and licked at Minseok’s neck and his ears. He traveled lower licking over his nipples and then kissing his chest. He trailed his fingers to wrap around his throbbing length while he continued to kiss and lick over his skin.

“What a pretty kitty,” Jongdae whispered and then licked up Minseok’s dick sliding his tongue across the tip to take the dribbles of precum.

“Oh Jongdae, please more,” Minseok purred again and Jongdae took his whole length.

He stroked Minseok and sucked softly. Minseok was just a little bigger than Jongdae but not as thick. He loved to please Minseok. The purring was making Jongdae really enjoy this.

“Turn up the toy,” Minseok whispered.

“Mm. My kitty wants a little more?” Jongdae pushed the remote up a notch and Minseok groaned.

“Make me cum,” Minseok scratched down Jongdae’s back again marking it with more stripes.

Jongdae gave in and let Minseok have what he wanted. He pulled his soft lips away and started stroking harder. He felt Minseok start to flex and thrust into his hand.

“Is my kitten going to cum, cum for me sweetie,” Jongdae wrapped his other hand at the base of the shaft and let his fingers graze Minseok’s sack.

“Oh god, Jongdae,” Minseok yelled and spurted cum all over his stomach. He bit his lip and then purred scratching at Jongdae’s back softly.

“My beautiful kitten made a mess, should I clean it up?” Jongdae put himself between Minseok’s legs and licked the cum off his stomach. He swallowed and heard a whine from Minseok.

“This is so fucking hot,” Minseok pulled Jongdae into a kiss and tasted himself on his tongue.

“It’s my turn now,” Jongdae turned the tail off and slowly slide it out of Minseok, replacing his tip at his entrance.

“Yes, sirrrrr,” Minseok lengthened and rolled the R so that Jongdae could hear his soft purring.

Jongdae slid in effortlessly and started to thrust into Minseok. He spread Minseok and pushed hard, rolling his body. He snapped faster and pushed Minseok’s knees to his chest. He leaned down to kiss him and could feel himself starting to rise.

“Oh God, Minseok… I’m going to cum,” Jongdae couldn’t make himself last longer. He enjoyed the way Minseok looked too much.

“Cum for me,” Minseok softly licked Jongdae’s lips, and then his neck. He leaned to Jongdae’s ear and purred quietly. He dug his nails into the raised skin on Jongdae’s back and pulled down rolling himself forward so that Jongdae could be deeper.

“Fuck,” Jongdae groaned and snapped as fast as he could releasing his climax and letting the warm liquid fill Minseok.

Minseok pulled Jongdae down and kissed him. He gently rubbed the skin he had broken on Jongdae’s back. He fell into Minseok, closing his eyes.

“That good?” Minseok whispered.

“I have wanted to do that for a long time,” Jongdae chuckled.

“Can we still get a cat?” Minseok asked pouting.

“On one condition,” Jongdae sat up a little and smirked.

“What?” Minseok grinned. He had an idea of what he wanted.

“You’ll be my kitten again,” Jongdae winked and adjusted the ears on Minseok’s head.