kinks (maknae line) ☾
[1:27] now playing: after midnight - wayv
[a/n] this was supposed to be posted several days ago, my apologies lol. sadly sungchan and shotaro aren’t included because I wrote this before their debut and obviously chenle isn’t either but I did do a little mini kink analysis on shotaro and sungchan here
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—lucas ✩
degrading
it was pretty sight—him sitting completely naked on your thigh, riding it like there was no tomorrow. but it was all ruined when he came too early, disobeying your instructions and ruining your favorite pair of black jeans. "you fucking slut!" you spat, watching his juices soak your jeans. "I'm so sorry! I'll buy you a new pair." he was very genuine, a glint of horror reflecting in his eyes. you grab onto his hair, pulling his head down so your lips met the curve of his ear. "you better, cumslut. or your punishment is gonna include the whole street knowing how much of a filthy whore you are." he gulped at your words, his dick restless on top of the sticky puddle. "yes, ma'am."
face sitting (receiving)
he moaned against your folds, deeply. the warm heat of your juices lathering onto his face made his dick throb pathetically. short gasps of air being released whenever he got the chance. you latched onto his smooth stands as his tongue worked its magic, gliding gracefully against your hole. your other hand restricted his arms above his head, putting him in a vulnerable position. "come on, you can do better than that." you lied straight through your teeth, clutching his hair tighter. he was putting his blood, sweat, and tears into this. you knew that. you just wanted to see how far he'll go to pleasure you, to comply with you. besides, being smothered to death by your pussy is the only way he wants to go out. another rich moan vibrates against you, forcing out a whine from you. you're close now. you start rolling your hips, frantically. lucas's arm veins now protrude from his skin as he balls his fists, feeling your wetness pouring and dripping down his face.
praise (receiving)
it's the best of both worlds. yukhei enjoys being degraded because it hurts that giant ego of his, but hearing your praise while his fingers curled inside you gave him a different type of pleasure. "yes, just like that, baby. you're such a good boy." you said between moans as he toyed with your g spot, your walls closing in on his digits. "yes, mommy, m'a good boy." he mumbled, eyes fixated on his long fingers going in and out of your pussy, covered with your stickiness. he was determined to make you orgasm so he could hear more pet names and praise rush from your lips as your back arched and your moans transitioned to deep, ragged breaths.
cock and ball torture
you're between his legs, half naked while scraping your nails along his prominent hip bone. "do you know why I'm mad at you, xuxi?" you asked with faux kindness. lucas tried his best to remain eye contact, but your gaze held so much intensity that he looked away. "I-" you slapped the tip of his dick before he could finish, a painful yelp cutting himself off. "look at me, xuxi." he shifted his eyes towards you, water nearly spilling down his puffy lash line. "I was naughty in public." his voice was broken down to a faint whisper, with an occasional voice crack as the grip on his balls grew stronger. "how?" you provoke him, unsatisfied with his answer. he tries to answer but his words jumble up in his throat, making you squeeze his balls tight and mercilessly. "you were grinding up against me like a bitch in heat, remember?" tears spill down his face as he mutters pathetic apologies. the pleasurable pain making him orgasm.
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—mark ✩
mommy kink
he was having his annual horny teenage boy moment. his hands wrapped tightly around his cock as the pornographic film flickered in front of him. the blueish light from his phone the only thing illuminating his room. he didn't have a roommate this time around, so he let the video play out loud on a low volume. he bit his lip as he watched the young boy suck on his 'step mothers' boobs as she said something in japanese. "mommy." he whined into the empty room, rubbing the tip of his cock. little did he know the devil on earth, known as haechan, was recording and sending it to you.
spitting (receiving)
you were teasing him. rubbing his tip with your fingers and rubbing his shaft between your folds. mark hates teasing. and at the moment, he had no problem telling you. "hurry up and fuck me." that was unacceptable. you crawled towards him, a clear fire in your eyes as you grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks. "you need to watch your fucking mouth. I'm in charge." and then you forced his mouth open, gathered up some saliva, and spat in his mouth. his eyes nearly bulge out of socket, but he swallowed nevertheless. he was much more of a good boy after that.
guided masturbation (receiving)
baby boy mark needs guidance. he needs your soft yet authoritative tone to help him feel like he knows what he's doing. he's doing his very best, trying not to let you down. one hand toyed with the head of his dick while the other cupped his balls, just like you told him to. he looked so cute. his blonde hair ruffled in many different directions, tongue constantly running over his lips, cheeks scarlet, and hushed sounds of satisfaction. however, he wasn't exactly fondling the spot you were hoping for. so your grabbed his hand and very delicately push his hand further down his cock, below his head—the most sensitive spot. he shuddered, squeezing his balls tighter. pure bliss jumbled his words as he started thrusting into his fist, his precious puppy eyes sparkling.
praise (receiving)
he was between your legs, only the top of his head poking out as he gave small kitten licks to your folds. his tongue was hesitant, his big doe eyes met yours, seeking approval. "you're doing good, love." it wasn't a lie, he was nearly an expert with your clit. "thank you, mommy." he replied before getting back to business. he rotated his tongue near your entrance precisely, just like they did in the videos he's watched. a fistful of his hair are in your hands as he enters his tongue inside you, his cock throbbing beneath him at your taste. your moans were his motivation as he tongue fucked you, spit drooling down his chin. "my good baby boy, you are doing so good." at this praise, he starts to roll his hips mercilessly into the mattress.
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—xiaojun ✩
pegging
your kiss was desperate, passionate, and fiery. you hugged onto his exposed hips while he used your shoulders to support himself on your lap and the unpredictable chair that you randomly picked from the dressing room. everytime he moved he felt your strap rub against the crevice of his ass, make him whimper with anticipation until you guided him to sink himself down onto the toy. he pulled away so he could gasp for air as he bottomed out, the faux veins making it even more satisfying. soft moans hummed in his throat once he started rocking his hips, his eyes focusing on you while your hands groped and smacked his ass until it was time for him to meet his members on stage.
masochist
dejun was already humiliated enough by having to bend over the kitchen island, feeling like a porn slut ready to get fucked by whoever was able to catch him in such a vulnerable position, with black and white stockings decorating his tiny legs. but you kept adding insult to injury by making him count your rough spankings, "t-twelve, thank you mommy." he stuttered, struggling to hide his pleasure as he waited for a harsher, 13th slap to make his ass red and sting, but it never came. then, a sudden rattling from behind him made him anxious, "mommy?" he called out, fighting to not disobey your orders and peer over his shoulder. you responded with another cruel smack on his ass, swinging your arm back just a little bit to create the perfect sting. "fuck, mommy!" xiaojun cried as he felt the foreign yet familiar object collide with his irritated skin, feeling the outline of the wooden spoon set his flesh on fire. "harder, please!" he whimpers, hiding his between his forearms, his lust now overpowering his shame as he waits for another painful blow.
humiliation
"look at you." you cooed beside his head, taking a stray piece of hair and curling it behind his ear. "such a pretty whore." you smirked at xiaojun's reflection, watching his lips tremble and tears flow down his cheeks as he silently begged for you to put the whole toy in. his face was already flushed with a glowing shade of red from you teasing him with the tip of your strap, letting him have just the head of the pretty pink dildo before pulling out of his desperate hole. "please... I'm so embarrassed." he pleaded, softly. "don't be embarrassed of your beauty, love." you said, rubbing your hands along his stomach in a circular motion then placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "watch your pretty face while I fuck this tight hole, okay?" you then got off his back and stood up straight, lining up the toy with his entrance. xiaojun did as he was told and watched himself as he felt 7 inches fill up his insides, cheeks burning. and once you started thrusting, the tears came back.
mommy kink
"say that again?" you challenged after you pinned him to the ground, securing both of his arms beside his head. however, it came out more as a question rather than an order. xiaojun froze in his place. he should've known play fighting with you would steer into the wrong direction, yet he couldn't control the bulge growing beneath your heat. "xiaojun!" you said, sternly, moving just enough to make him whimper again, "mommy, please." his face was now flushed with shame and arousal, a delicate sparkle in his eyes that resembled the neediness of a puppy. you leaned down and landed a gentle kiss to his lips, almost moaning from the friction. "you're too cute." you murmur before smirking, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I wonder what other positions you like."
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—hendery ✩
edging
"mommy, please! I want to cum! let me cum, please!" hendery begged breathlessly, his hips restless as you massaged his prostate. "not yet, hun." you said, eyes trained on your fingers curling inside his hole. "besides, I love it when you get really needy." you added with a smirk, finally ripping your eyes away from between his legs to look at the mess you've created. his hair stuck to the side of his face while his eyelids were squeezed shut. his cock flushed and ready to burst. "please, mommy," he whined, barely audible and completely desperate. his black orbs were now visible and pleading along with his lips. you were about to shake your head until a wicked idea changed your mind. "if you can go five minutes without making any noise, I'll let you cum." there was a glimpse of horror that washed over his face before it was quickly wiped away, replaced with a challenging grin because at this point he would do anything.
public sex
"back here?" hendery whined like a toddler once you dragged him behind the movie theater. "do you not want it?" you asked, and he objected immediately. "I do, I do!" "then keep it down." you ordered, then squatted down against the wall of the building, fondling with his zipper. "shouldn't I be against...?" he pointed behind you, the open air tickling his back gave him a drop of anxiety, which somehow added to his pleasure. your response was the warmth of your mouth engulfing the head of his dick, making him gasp suddenly before chewing down on his lip to contain himself. you wasted no time showing off your skill, sucking and swirling your tongue around him comfortably as if he were laying in your bed, which eventually led to hendery leaning over you to steady himself against the wall, his other hand covering his mouth because he could no longer hold his tongue.
voyeurism
hendery didn't mean to watch you, it just happened. he wanted to pay you a surprise visit, convince you to drag yourself out of bed and let him take on some random adventure, perhaps. he liked you, and was shameless about it. however, he was caught completely off guard when he heard your low moans pouring from the crack of your ajar bedroom door that was opened just enough for him to see you touching yourself. he froze at first, unable to take his eyes away from your fingers rubbing your swollen clit. he felt like a sick pervert, but he couldn't help himself from touching himself, as well. he kept a hand clasped firmly over his mouth to conceal his groans and subtle whines, edging himself until he could cum with you, and maybe, just maybe, be caught and punished, as well.
brat training
"you're really going to test me today?" you said, arms crossed and eyes burning into the grinning boy on all fours in front of you. "I haven't done anything, ma'am." he swears, claiming innocence. "master." you corrected, then wiggled your finger. "come here." he crawled towards you, eyes never leaving yours, until he stopped in between your legs. hendery sneaked a peek at your wet cunt dripping through your panties, but was instantly struck by your flogger. "eyes up here!" you said, authoritatively, and he obeyed. that smug look no longer decorating his face. you combed your fingers through his wavy hair before grabbing a chunk and pulling him towards your face. "now listen up, pet. you're gonna tongue fuck this pussy until I cum, and don't you dare try to touch me or else I won't hesitate to use this," you briefly waved the flogger like a wand. "and make you wear that vibrator for the rest of the day. got it?" he nodded, his mouth already salivating. "yes master, I understand."
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—renjun ✩
sugar mommy
"is this for me?" he exclaimed as you handed him a small velvet case. obviously it was but you still laughed at his enthusiasm. "of course, silly." you watched as he carefully opened the package, his eyes sparkling more than his gift once he's opened it. it was a blinding diamond choker attached to a matching leash that twinkled far brighter than all the stars combined. it was perfect. "oh, mommy it's so beautiful! thank you so much." he hugged you tight. he was naked and you could feel his member stiffening against you. "you're welcome, baby." you grabbed him by his thighs and pulled him onto your lap, a short gasp escaping his lips. "now put it on, I want to see the marks it gives you."
choking
you let him top this time. a special reward for being a good boy the entire week. at first he was gentle with you, asking if you're okay and making sure you weren't hurt. but once he was finally inside you, he couldn't contain his desire to fuck his dom senseless and he slammed his hips into you with a desperate groan. both you were in a missionary position, which can be boring if you didn't play your cards right. so, you grab him by the throat as he's fucking you, lightly constricting his airway. you felt the hushed whimper vibrate beneath your hand and he grabs your neck as well, but not squeezing as hard. between your hand choking him, your tightness, and the way your boobs bounced with every thrust, he didn't last long.
degrading
renjun is a small guy. you didn't see a problem with it but it was always the source for insults during kinky sex. "look at how small and pathetic you look underneath me." you snarled as the brim of his eyes flooded with tears, a choked moan vibrating his chest. "you're so skinny and weak yet you want to fuck me?" he lets the tears run down his cheeks, his cock abused and twitching behind you. your hands run along his scrawny chest and lightly brush your finger tips over his nipple, making him wince. you snicker at his reaction. "you wouldn't last at all."
baby boy kink
It's been his occasional pet name. usually for when you asked him for something like a piece of tissue or something out of reach at the grocery store. innocent stuff like that. until... you're on top of him. riding him while he's wriggling beneath you, a precious, overstimulated mess. his hair damp and sticking to his skin as his eyes twitch beneath his lids and honeyed whimpers pleasing your ears. you could feel his length pulse inside of you and leaned forward for a swift kiss. "can you cum for me, baby boy?" you said in such an enticing and chilling tone, he trembled. "yes, baby boy will cum!" he felt release ignite itself in his stomach and course through he veins until he felt the warmth of his juices lathering your walls.
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—jeno ✩
petplay
he rubbed his cheek against you. a short hum of contentment melts you as you scratched underneath his chin. the clip-in fox ears poked out in the top of his head, almost matching his reddish toned hair and the faux freckles dotted all over his face. a delicate leather collar decorated his neck with a small heart lock pendant dangling beneath. "can I fuck you, y/n?" he asked sweetly with glittery doe eyes. you smile and run a hand through his hair, careful not to mess with his ears. "of course, my good boy." he face gleamed when you adjusted yourself on your back, inviting him to pleasure you.
fighting for dominance
not even after you closed the door of your shared apartment, he was yelling. every weekend you find time to hang out with the dreamies, and today you and jisung were being too 'touchy' for jeno's liking. "I was just babying him! you know me, I'm motherly to all the dreamies!" you tried to explain to him, but he was being stubborn. but you definitely weren't expecting him to have you pinned against the wall, a clear resentment illuminating his eyes. "you're mine, y/n! you don't touch anyone like that." his lips are pressed against your neck, marking his territory by leaving purple stains on your skin. but this clearly wasn't his role in the relationship. you pinched his inner thigh near his member, having him flinch and holler. "I don't appreciate this behavior jenny, do I have to put you in your place?" you continue to pinch him, his skin going numb as he fought off the pain. "you're the one being naughty." he replied, boldly. his dick bulges against you. you chuckle and grab his erection forcefully, looking deep into his hungry eyes. "oh, baby. you couldn't dominate me if you tried." you're right, he couldn't.
flogging
another hit to his back makes him writhe and hiss. "t-twelve." he counted, voice breaking like a china set. "what did I say about stuttering?" you strike him three more times on his lower back and he moans deeply each time. "I'm sorry, noona." he apologized pitifully in a light voice. "start over again." he whines at your command and arches his back, preparing for the flogger to make contact with his clothed skin once more. you hit him brutally on his ass. he lunges forward and starts counting again like a good boy. "one."
dry humping
the morning sun poured through the curtains and spilled on top of your figures intertwined with each other. jeno rutted his hips against the curves of your ass, lazily. his morning wood occasionally teasing your entrance as the blurry remains of his naughty dream replayed in his memory. he groaned at the thought of being inside you. your reached back and rubbed his upper thigh. "you thinking about mama's pussy?" you hum, giggling when he said yes. "how bad do you want it?" an uneven breath is released from his chest, his thrusting losing more rhythm. "r-real bad."
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—haechan ✩
dominatrix/hard dom
there's brief silence as you twirled the whip in your hand, looking down at the boy who was on all fours, his backside facing you. he's daring enough to open his mouth again, even though his ass and lower back have been stained red and purple. "I know you liked it, mistress." you couldn't see it, but you know he was pulling a shit eating grin, just waiting for you to snap. the it he's referring to is him stealing your vibrator and using it for his own pleasure, not even bothering to quiet himself as you slept next to him. you cracked the whip on his ass once again, making haechan cry out. he wouldn't be able to sit properly for the next few days.
fingering
he has two fingers inside himself, exploring his walls as you watched the show. he bit his lip in concentration, focusing on reaching his pleasure point. he spread his legs as far as he could, already longing for another finger but he couldn't due to his tightness. your own fingers were massaging your folds, rubbing in nice long circles. finally, he hits the sweet spot he's been searching for and moans lewdly while raising his hips slightly off the mattress. he thrusts his fingers in and out, every moan raising an octave as he squirmed. before he could cum you grabbed his wrist and released his fingers, rubbing them off before rubbing them against your clit. your other hand hovering over his hole, then using a finger to push past his walls. he mewls and shifts into your touch, then puts his middle and index finger inside you. both you jammed your fingers into each, perfectly in sync with each other until you both came.
praise (receiving)
you lick your lips eagerly as haechan swallowed your strap-on, a short gasp plummeting to your core. he bounced frantically above you, not used to the position. "look at you taking my cock. you're so beautiful." you praised him, grabbing his dick to keep it from bobbing around. "t-thank you." he said, screaming when your hips thrusted upward. the infamous sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room. his eyes roll to the back of his head from the intense pleasure, his jaw slack. "my beautiful toy. no one could ever look so pretty riding my cock." he released another feminine moan before squirting his orgasm all over your hand.
spanking
that boy wasn't slick. you knew he wanted it, but he wasn't going to completely get it. you made him bend over the queen sized bed with a light push, his flesh scorching beneath your touch. "am I going to get a lot, mistress?" he asked, playing innocent. like he didn't want it. you okay along with him, a devilish smile tugging your lips. "maybe." he grinned, exhaling sharply when he felt your hands massaging his butt soothingly. "how many times have you watched porn without my permission?" you asked and his muscles tense. this was the reason for his punishment. "about 20?" he muttered, softly. you hummed, satisfies with the number. "okay, then go ahead. spank yourself 20 times, right now." he peered over his shoulder, his eyes big. "b-by myself? why can't you-" you shut him off, explaining it was part of the punishment. he grumbled but complied, raising his hand and sparking himself with unexpected strength. he likes the sting but it wasn't the same. "hey, you're lucky you're even getting spanked at all."
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—jaemin ✩
tall partner
you looked like an empress. the heels made your legs look they measured in miles and the best for jaemin: it made you a couple inches taller than him. he looked so happy on his knees for you, that cute, goofy smile beaming across his face. "come kiss my legs." you ordered, and he eagerly crawled shifted towards you and pressed his lips against your thigh with devotion. you let your fingers comb through his strands, looking at admiringly as he worshiped you.
collars
his favorite one was made of out white lace. it was very delicate yet very restrictive. he could barely swallow with it on and he loved it. it was a nice contrast between his honey coated skin and dark coffee irises. oh, and it was extra adorable when he had his cotton candy pink hair. but when he wants to more rough, he has a nice black one. it's simple—just a plain leather with an o ring to attach a leash—but sturdy. you were pulling him around with a studded leash, hard enough to temporarily constrict his airway. he gave soft kisses to your bare pussy, looking up with glistening puppy eyes. when he went to far down to sneak a taste, you tugged again at the collar making a whimper crawl up his throat. "no. focus!"
noona kink
he tried not to be awkward while you buffed out his eyeliner on his top lid, creating small talk. "I'm nervous." he admitted, catching a glimpse of his reflection in front of him. he definitely wasn't good at hiding it. "I can tell." you chuckled, now moving on to his lips. "don't worry, you'll do fine." you smiled before dabbing the red lip tint onto the center on his bottom lip. he stared at your hands, imaging what they were capable of. no diamonds decorated your ring finger. "thank you, noona." he says softly. his voice nearly cracked and you grinned at the erection growing in his pants. "of course, babe." you hovered over the shell of his ear, your hot breath tickling him. "and if you're extra good, noona will give you a reward." the redness of his cheeks seeped through the makeup and creeped up to the tips of his ears while you still held an innocent looking grin. "okay! let's move onto your fabulous hair."
spanking
today he was being bad. from waking you up by moaning in your ear to touching you inappropriately while you were driving. and now the cherry on top was him nipping at your neck in front of you parents. "you. fucking. embarrassed. me!" you said, frustrated. sparking him after every word as he moaned like a slut. "I'm sorry." he whined, pathetically. however, it did nothing to fix the infinite shame. "sorry is not going to cut it. you're either gonna take it or not cum for two weeks. your choice." your hand strikes his backside several more times, making the skin turn red and a stinging sensation arise on both your hand and his ass. "yes, noona." he said, submissively. willingly giving you his body to abuse.
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—yangyang ✩
photoshoots/sex tapes
once again, the camera flashed intensively as he sat on his bed, only wearing a black harness across his chest and up his neck connecting to a choker, along with a thick pair of matching handcuffs. he glared at the camera lusciously while he attempted to rut his dick between his cuffed hands, then twisted his hips to reveal the vibrator plugged into his hole with lubricant coating and dripping down his skin. his jaw dropping once it poked the right spot, hearing another quick click from the camera as his eyes rolled up into his skull. "yes, baby. show me how good you feel." you purred from behind your phone, snapping more pictures of his lewd expressions before propping it up on your tripod. "now it's my turn to make you feel good." you said, glancing at him in his submissive position before turning on the flash and pressing the red button.
rimjob (receiving)
"w-what if we get caught?" yangyang asked anxiously, his fear preventing him from speaking above a whisper as he leaned over hendery's unkempt bed. his laughter could be heard just down the hall, along with kun's scolding. "you don't have to worry about that if you're quiet." you respond, rubbing a finger around his rim before flicking your tongue against his hole. "oh!" he exclaimed at the sudden feeling, quickly clamping his hand over his mouth. lewd moans and occasional whimpers were muffled behind his palm as you swirled your tongue around his hole, licking long, sloppy stripes from his balls to his lower back, and playfully slipping the tip of your wet muscle past his muscle. he felt so dirty getting tongue fucked and he loved it so much.
punishment
yangyang wasn't spamming you with dirty pictures and text messages for nothing, he wanted a punishment. he wants to be bent over your lap and spanked until he's writhing and practically grinding his needy cock between your thighs, maybe play with the new buttplug you got him, but that wouldn't be considered a punishment in the slightest. so after you arrived home and yangyang skipped towards you with an innocent grin, you dragged him into your room and tied his pretty limbs to the bed. you could see the excitement in his eyes. he thinks you're going ride him, or use him in some way. he never would have guessed that you would just leave him there with a vibrator swinging from the ceiling that ever so slightly brushed pass his swollen head. his cries got more desperate and pathetic as the minutes tick by, "mommy" and "I'm sorry" repeatedly leaving his lips.
bondage
yangyang let out a soft cry through the ball gag that was lodged firmly into his mouth, tugging against the under bed restraints. his arms were behind his back, wrists crossed over each other, and his legs were extended embarrassingly wide across the mattress. his upset cock, which was tied up nice and pretty with a thin rope along with his balls, and greedy hole on full display. "your moans make me so horny." you admit, tracing your finger around his swollen head, and licking your lips as he let out another half moan half cry into his gag. you then lightly tug the loose rope connected to his balls, earning a noisy yelp followed by incoherent words that you guessed were helpless pleas.
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