the two of you crash into ur bedroom, bodies and lips in a battle for dominance, falling onto ur bed as u both struggle to pin the other down when finally u manage to get jaebum underneath you, wrists locked in ur fists, legs spread on either side of ur hips, tounges still locked in one last fight. he squirms and growls and rolls his hips into yours but nothing breaks you, nothing breaks you the way youve already broken him.
“stick ur tounge out” you command after breaking the kiss
“make me” he bites back
u dig ur nails into his wrists before letting go of one to bring ur hand down to his jaw, squeezing his cheeks until his mouth is forced open and he has no choice hut to do as u say
“Stick. Out. Your. Tounge.” each word emphasized with a squeeze of his wrist. he does as hes told and u take a moment to enjoy the sweet view before licking and sucking on the muscle as if it were ur favorite toy. his breathing gets ragged the longer u endulge and u hear what was almost a sigh of disappointment when u let go of his face and move ur hand into his hair while reconnecting ur mouths. while this kiss isnt a fight for dominance, hes learned whos the boss tonight, its still a show of power. his face pulled against yours via ur grip on his hair, ur teeth clashing together, ur tounge shoved so far into his mouth the phrase “shove ur tounge down their throat” doesnt seem so far-fetched. u feel him hardening against u and press ur hips onto him as hard as u can. even through the kiss his moans could be heard two rooms away. breaking the kiss for air u pull his head back to expose his neck and place sloppy, aggressive, open mouthed kisses on every single inch of skin with a nibble and grazing of ur kanines here n there. jaebum’s moans turn into shouts so loud ur positive youll be getting noise complaints from management later. u find his sweet spot and bite down, sending his free hand flying to ur ass, squeezing with as much strength as he can muster in this state. u take that as the cue to be rougher so here comes the grinding, causing him to desperately try to roll his hips into u again despite being crushed by ur weight and authority over him. his yells of pleasure turn bloody murder as he cums, every muscle twitching as if electrocuted, legs kicking out from underneath u, head thrashing from side to side, nails digging into ur asscheek, until hes calmed down with shakey breathes and teary eyes that show nothing but absolute admiration and love when he finally opens them to look at you. after smoothing over his hair and kissing his forehead, cheeks, wrists, and lips with the gentleness of a mother reassuring her child during a thunderstorm u get up, undress him, and help him into the shower where he thanks u with as many soft kisses as u could ever want and, if u let him, a soothing trip to “the spa” if u catch my drift.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
you were sitting across from each other in an outdoor table, sipping down caffeinated drinks while mark released 5 years of stress. "okay so get this," he takes a long gulp from his iced americano. "Jackson had the audacity to take my pillow and—" suddenly, the hand that clutched his cool drink went flying to his temple and his face contorted. brain freeze. "baby boy, be careful!" you said, impulsively, your motherly instincts taking over. mark then giggles like a school girl and clutches the collar of his shirt with the tips of his ears burning red. since he's older than you, he really didn't expect to be called that. but then he foolishly lashes out in aegyo, cupping his cheeks into a v shape and whine is a babyish voice, "that's me~!" which only makes him squeal and wiggle in his seat like a toddler while hiding behind his sweater paws in disgust.
even though jb didn't seem like sub potential—he always topped all the dates he brought into your apartment—it was worth a shot. you liked to call it a little a twist to the I'm-falling-in-love-with-my-roommate cliché. so when you were struck by an opportunity—that opportunity being jaebum obliviously assuming you liked being choked—you embraced it, "oh, baby boy, if only you knew." you wink at him and it takes every ounce of self control for him to act like he was unphased. but the corner of his mouth curled with a mind of its own, his curiosity taking over. "why don't you show me?"
"are you on drugs?" yeah, it's not really going to sit well with him. he's just too used to being the mom of the group, and seems to be more on the traditional side to fully enjoy it. he'd rather you just call him 'baby' instead, but if you like to be a little on the pestering side, he's not gonna ever get mad at you for calling him baby boy as a way to joke around. in fact, it'll most likely grow on him overtime. not that he'd ever admit it, but if you look closely enough you could see the tiny curve of his lips before he wipes it away.
poor baby was sick :(( you laid beside him as he miserably coughed into his sleeve, sniffling a few times before asking, "can you pass me a tissue, please?" he pointed to the tissue box beside you and pluck a tissue with ease, getting an extra one just in case. "here you go, baby boy." he didn't hesitate to shield his rosy cheeks as his eyes beamed at you through his spectacles. "thank you, noona." he said after his timid laughing fit, blowing his nose afterwards. he didn't need to hear it a second time to fall in love with it.
"baby boy? I thought I looked 46?" he doesn't miss the opportunity the bring up his hilarious encounter at his hotel, even if you've already heard for the 67th time. you rolled your eyes at his goofiness, "you're still a baby boy to me." he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pecked your cheek then snickered, "you don't treat me like a baby boy, though. you treat me like a slut." his voice decreases into a libidinous tone, adding, "I've been a good boy today, can baby boy have a reward?" it didn't take long for him to use the pet name to benefit himself.
he was purposely acting cute for your attention, trying to urge you to drop the book you were skimming through, and it worked. "awe, you're such a cute baby boy!" you cooed while cupping his precious cheeks that matched his strawberry strands. "am I?" he pouted, fishing for more of your praise. he loves praise. "of course! you're adorable." he giggles and climbs onto your lap with his lengthy limbs wrapped around you like a koala. the pet name made him feel like he truly belonged to his mommy, he felt safe and extra submissive. it would've be long until he started pestering for your not so wholesome touches in his whiny, persuading voice, so you could tell him how much of a good baby boy he was as he was cumming all over himself.
authors note. if you liked this fic, then please rb or send an ask validating it <3 it’ll make my day if you could validate my works !! also, i love interacting w my followers, so just send an ask or something and talk to me !!
authors note x2. i rlly love this one !! this is the 4th time i wrote it, and i rlly like this version !! thanks to @nct99 for helping me revise and giving me feedback <33
authors note x3. (kinda a part two/sequel thing to ‘look’... 🧁 anon gave me this idea!)
word count. 1096
content. sub!jaebeom, sub!jinyoung, dom!reader, amab!reader, edging, use of toys, voyeurism (?), oral (m receiving), praise, and more!
summary. jinyoung walks in on you and jaebeom... and stays for a while.
it’s unbelievable how needy you could make him. got7’s intimidating and scary leader, lim jaebeom, pliant under your rough touches.
he’s on his hands and knees, moaning loudly as he takes what you give him. he’s stroking himself through it, not that it’d matter much; there’s a cockring snug around his base that prevents him from having a full orgasm anyway.
“getting close, beomie? gonna make a mess of yourself?” you ask, using one hand to hold his hips to yours as you fuck into him, while the other is teasing his sensitive nipples.
his moans increase in pitch, and you know he’s close. he chokes on a scream, arms tending as he grips the sheets between his fingers. he experiences a dry orgasm, trembling in sensitivity as you continue.
“s-so, hah, good,” he whimpers, gasping as he feels your lips on his neck, draping yourself over him. your hips are working into him so deeply, and his mind is going blank.
the sound of a door opening distracts the both of you. jaebeom freezes and tenses, while you smirk devilishly.
jinyoung stands at the doorway, staring wide eyed at the sight before him, and you notice the way his pants seem to get tighter. “y-you told me to come over- i didn’t know you were- i’ll just-“ jinyoung stammers awkwardly, blushing and turning away. “stay.”
he stops, turning back toward you and meeting your eyes. you look him up and down, taking note of the way he quickly hardens in his pants. “need help with that, jinyoungie?” you ask, and he nods slowly, avoiding your eyes. “on the bed.” you mutter, keeping your hands on jaebeom so he wouldn’t be too needy.
he kneels onto the bed, thighs spread slightly. “touch yourself, and if you’re good, then maybe i’ll let you cum soon. is that okay with you?” you ask, and he nods, slyly moving his hand to palm himself over the fabric of his jeans.
your hips start their pace again, slow and steady. jaebeom moans some more, matching your rhythm. jinyoung moans from beside you, breathing harshly between sounds. “do you know how pretty you are, jinyoung? jae and i have been wanting to make you ours for the longest now- fuck,” you groan, cursing when jaebeom clenches around you.
jinyoung whimpers at the praise, chewing on his bottom lip as he pushes his pants down some more and pulls his fully hard cock from his boxers, stroking himself in time with your thrusts.
“so pretty for me ‘nd jae, right?” you whisper, and jinyoung nods. “pretty for only you and beomie,” he agrees, fucking into his tight fist.
jinyoung edges himself, taking his hand away from his cock as his hips buck pathetically at the denied high. “good boy, youngie. holding yourself off for us.” you groan, not too far behind your own high, feeling the warmth low in your stomach. “isn’t that right, beom. nyoung is being such a good boy,” you tease, and jaebeom gasps sharply. “y-yes! jin-jinyoung is being so good,” he answers brokenly.
jinyoung is whimpering and whining, mouth parted as moans leave his plump lips. he’s obediently touching himself as you asked, and edging himself when he gets too close.
and jaebeom is crying. fat tears streaming down his face in both desperation and frustration. every thing is both not enough and too much; and it drives him crazy.
he chokes on a sob when he feels you pull out, tilting your head back as you cum onto the sheets.
jinyoung is gripping the sheets between his fingers, cock throbbing as precum drops down his shaft he edged himself twice, being as obedient as he could be.
“good boys,” you mutter, pulling away. “ready to cum?” you ask, and they both nod, jaebeom sneaking a glance at jinyoung who’s bashfully avoiding both of your stares.
“jinyoung, get on your knees in front of jaebeom. make him cum, and then you can.” you order, taking time to snap the cockring off of jaebeom before the boys scramble to get in position.
jaebeom presents his needy and red cock to jinyoung, and jinyoung needs no more order before he’s teasingly mouthing at jaebeom’s cock. jaebeom jolts in turn, melting into the sheets as he feels jinyoung’s mouth.
“good boys, doing exactly what i asked.” you praise, carding your fingers through jaebeom’s hair, while he does the same to jinyoung.
jinyoung is stroking himself slowly as he blows jaebeom, and his need to cum becomes overwhelming as he works harder to get jaebeom to cum too.
jaebeom pushes his hips into jinyoung’s mouth, and jinyoung doesn’t mind at all. he bobs his head a few times, before going all the way down and holding himself their momentarily, humming around jaebeom.
jaebeom curses, leaning his head onto your shoulder for support as he gets closer and closer.
“c-cumming! oh fuck-!” he exclaims, thighs shivering as he empties himself into jinyoung’s throat, eyes closing tightly as he rides out his orgasm.
jinyoung sits steadily below him, his own thighs spread slightly as his cum makes a mess of his fingers. jinyoung pulls off of jaebeom, swallowing and looking up at the both of you.
you help him into the bed, and he hides his face, only speaking up a moment later. “do- do you guys want me to leave?” he asks, voice raspy but somehow still soft. “no, not unless you want to...” jaebeom says gently, clasping hands with him and lacing their fingers together.
“are either of you up for a bath? we can all talk and sort everything through after the sheets are clean.” you say, and both boys agree, allowing you to draw them a bath while you took care of the sheets.
the process didn’t take long. after they’d gotten out of the bath, you’d dressed them in some of your shirts, and the three of you promptly rested on clean sheets.
“what now?” jinyoung asks, lips forming their natural pout as his head is on your chest. jaebeom smiles into your skin, sneaking a glance at jinyoung.
“we’re you serious about having wanted me in your guys’ relationship?” he questions, chewing on his lips. “we were. we both took a liking to you, and after a talk, we decided that we both wanted you in our relationship. if, and only if, you wanted to be in it.” you explain, holding him close. “i-i do. i want to be with the both of you,” he admits, looking at both you and jaebeom with the utmost love and adoration.
includes — sub!jaebeom, dom!reader, exhibitionism, pegging, teasing, etc.
a/n — not me loving tf out of this drabble😩 enjoy, and please excuse all spelling mistakes!
“you have to be quiet, jae.” you whisper into his ear as your chin is perched on his shoulder. his long hair is sticking to his forehead from the small amount of sweat that gathered above his brow.
normally, it wasn’t a problem for jaebeom to be quiet, as he wasn’t a very verbal or loud person. however, the circumstances that he was currently in caused him to be incredibly aroused.
the both of you were in the bathroom, just a few feet away from your friends who were in the living room, chatting amongst themselves.
“they’re right outside, beomie. you wouldn’t want them to hear you, would you?” you tease, slowly pressing the tip of the strap-on into him.
his hands are gripping tightly onto the marble counter of the sink, and he’s looking at himself in the mirror, eyes widening as he feels you push inside of him. “or, maybe you would…” you try, not missing the way his head drops at the mention.
“hm, all it takes is one slip up, just one, for you to moan just a little too loudly; for you to even give them the slightest hint that somethings wrong.” the thrusts of your hips are almost painfully slow, but hard and punishing all the same. “then, oops. someone comes in to see you bent over the sink and getting fucked like this. their lovely leader looking so, so submissive. the door is unlocked.” your words are doing nothing to help the fiery arousal that burned deep within the pit of his stomach.
he moans; and it’s so beautiful that you wish you could hear it forever. “head up, darling. i want you to watch yourself fall apart.” you murmur, tugging on his hair so that he was forced to look up and watch what you were doing to him.
“look at you, sweetheart. so messy and you haven’t even came yet.” you tsk, and he opens his mouth to try and be snarky, but when you punctuate your words by pulling his hips roughly onto yours, and his mouth falls open. whatever train of thought he had before had immediately gone away as his mind was filled with you and nothing but you.
“they’re going to be wondering where you are soon, jae. but im sure you don’t care. you’re close to coming and want them to see you like this anyway, am i wrong?” you ask, although you know he’s not able to respond to you in his state.
“c-close-“ he whimpers, chewing on his lips to try and keep quiet as he gets closer and closer. you know his body like the back of your hand, and you know exactly what to do to coax him through an orgasm.
you tighten your hands in his hair, tugging it up but gentle enough not to hurt him. you lean down to his collarbone, quickening your pace too, and suck on his sweet spot. his eyes roll and close, and he practically shivers in your hold. “c-cum-“ he whimpers, not even able to complete his sentence as he cums, unable to hold back his moans of pure ecstasy.
his cum gets on the sink, and his mouth drops open. his expression as he cums has arousal flowering over you in bursts and waves, eyes widening as you continue to look.
you slow down and pull out, not missing the way he shivers when you do. “fuck..” you whisper. “you did so good for me, baby.” you murmur into his ear, and even through his foggy and submissive headspace, he gives a small smile.
you’re on a time crunch, so while he’s regulating his breathing, you’re helping him fix his clothes, and taking care of your own, as well as the strap.
you’re in the middle of making sure everything is clean when the both of you hear a knock on the door. “if the both of you are done being nasty in our bathroom, we have a meeting to get to later!” jackson calls from the other side, and jaebeom just goes red at his announcement.
note: jaebeom is adorable and this fic is here to prove it
word count: 774
includes- sub!jaebeom × (gn) reader, mommy/daddy kink, soft dom!reader (treating him like the cute babyboy he is), handjob (m receiving), fingering (m receiving), begging
if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag
Jaebeom was curled up on the couch, his knees pulled to his chest as he tried to hide his face in his hands.
“Look at me”
He couldn’t, too shy and embarrassed of the position you got him into. He knew it was his fault for clinging onto you all day when you told him you had to work, but now that he was sitting here, completely naked, unable to hide what was growing, hardening between his legs, he wanted nothing more than to hide away.
“Let me see your beautiful face”
Your tone was calm and reassuring and it slowly made him relax. He took his hands away from his face but still avoided eye contact. Even though this was a punishment; you knew you had to praise him in order to make him feel safe.
“Can I touch you?”
He nodded, turning his head to the side as your cold hands rested on his knees and gently pulled them apart.
“So pretty, all mine”
He whimpered, cherishing every bit of praise you gave him.
“Hold your legs apart like this for me so I can take care of you, okay baby?”
“Okay mommy/daddy”, he answered in the tiniest tone and your heart melted a little. Your left hand snaked down to his cock, all perked up and red, and you circled his tip with your pointer finger before starting to slowly pump him. His mouth fell open and his eyelids got heavy and heavier as you picked up a generous pace.
You placed your pointer and middle finger of your right hand on his lips and he opened wide to let you slide them into his mouth. As soon as you did, he started sucking on them vigorously, knowing he had to get them as wet as possible so the next part wouldn’t hurt as much.
His fingernails dug into his upper legs as you left a trail of hickeys on his neck. You could feel the skin on your fingers start to shrivel so you pulled them out of Jaebeom’s mouth with a plop.
You stopped your movements all together, taking your hand away from his cock and he snapped his head towards you, looking up to you with big questioning eyes.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes please”, he had never nodded so fast in his life, wanting to feel your hands all over him again.
“I like you begging -a smirk forming on your face- do it again”, you demanded, tilting your head to the side.
Jaebeom gulped but quickly gathered all his courage; “please mommy/daddy, you know I can’t cum without your touch, no one makes me feel as good as you do, please make me cum.”
You loved how you could break his timid wall every time to get him to plead for his sweet release.
Instead of going back to his cock, you now placed the two wet fingers onto his tiny hole, circling the ring of muscles. Jaebeom threw his head back at the sudden rush of pleasure and his hole started to pulsate, almost like it was inviting you in. You pushed in your pointer finger first, to help him get used to the feeling. While your finger lay still in his anus, your left hand started to pump his cock again.
“More”; he was not whispering anymore, focusing solely on not shifting and squirming too much.
You started to move your finger inside of him and he moaned in pleasure. He was covered in sweat and his heart felt like it was jumping out of his chest, but he still pushed himself down onto your finger to signal you that he wanted the second one.
You had never spoken about the signals, but you knew all of them anyway.
You gave him what he wanted, inserting your middle finger too, twisting and turning them in order to hit all the right spots.
He was a mess. Moans, whimpers, grunts, scrambled words, all leaving his mouth at the same time, stacking on top of each other.
“Gonna-… cum”
“It’s okay baby, I got you, you can just let go.”
You picked up your pace even more and with a breathless moan, that could’ve been a ringtone, he came all over your hand and his stomach, turning himself into a piece of his art installation.
You pulled out your fingers and licked him clean.
“Did I do good mommy/daddy?”
“You always do babyboy!”
You gave Jaebeom one of your oversized sweaters and he hid his hands in the arms, cuddling into your chest as his eyes fell heavy and he drifted off to sleep.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
got7 mtl crossdressing (and why/a very short description only if it's not too much 🥺)
GOT7 MTL To Cross Dress
MOST
Bambam
jinyoung
youngjae
mark
jackson
yugyeom
Jaebeom
LEAST
bambam, jinyoung, and youngjae
｡･:*˚:✧｡ i put them higher up on the list for a reason. bambam is at the top because he’s the brattiest of them all, and is most likely to wear it to tease you. jinyoung is also a brat who would wear it for the same reasons as bambam, but not as frequently. youngjae is really obedient, so all you have to do is ask him, and he’d wear it without question (with maybe a self conscious blush on his cheeks)
mark, jackson
｡･:*˚:✧｡ i put mark and jackson in the middle because they wouldn’t mind wearing it, but wouldn’t wear it that frequently. mark would wear it when he was really needy and wanted your attention, and jackson would only wear it when he knows you’ve had a bad day or something, and he uses it to cheer you up (and because he knows that you ruin him extra hard when he wears it.)
yugyeom, jaebeom
｡･:*˚:✧｡ i put yugyeom and jaebeom at the bottom for obvious reasons. yugyeom would only wear it if you asked him to, and even then you had to promise him rewards and cuddles. cross dressing just isn’t his thing, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like subbing for you. jaebeom is at the very bottom because you’d have to literally beg that man to wear anything feminine. you have to butter him up to no end if you want him to wear it for even a day.
Alright that's the one I thought you were talking about but ksjsiaixhajakjwhskaj I agree-
Please, I just want to rake my nails down his chest and abs so he can feel the marks I've left on him all day and he can see them everytime he has his shirt off 😔💔 (he would definitely be the type of boyfriend that just walks around your house shirtless, tell me I'm wrong-)
