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All he had to do was wait ten more minutes, you told him that you'd be home soon to help alleviate his 'stress' but you could tell by the desperation in his voice that he wouldn't make it. The way he begged and pleaded for you to get home faster told you that he was feeling particularly impatient tonight, but you had hope that Jinki would ignore his urges and be a good boy like usual. But you were unfortunately too hopeful. He thought that maybe just touching himself a little wouldn't count, so instead of undressing he slowly rubbed his hand over the bulge in his thin pajama pants. The intense chills he felt all throughout his body made his toes curl, it had been so long since the last time you had touched him. Quickly becoming lost in the feeling, he closed his eyes and pictured you there, grinning at him as you playfully teased him and praised him for doing such a good job. The moment he did that it became almost impossible to hold himself back. Tempted to slip his hands into his pants, Jinki let out a soft moan as he started to slowly stroke himself through the soft material.

Before he knew it, he was desperately thrusting into his hand, still fully clothed as he waited for you. It felt like it had been hours but only five minutes had passed, and as he counted the seconds he started to realize that if he kept going like this then he'd cum before he even got to see you, but it felt too good for him to stop. He didn't even stop when he heard the front door opening or when he heard your sweet voice calling his name, by the time you had finally gotten into the room, his eyes were already closed as he replayed the sound of you calling his name in his head over and over again, completely lost in his pleasure and mind.

"Oh, Jinki…my poor baby..." His eyes open and he slowly turns his head to you, looking you in the eyes. He looked so broken already with his cheeks flushed, his eyebrows knotted, his eyes low, and gentle moans leaving his mouth as he fucked his hand out of pure desperation. "Didn't I tell you to wait?" Your gentle tone only made him want you more, although he knew that he should've stopped he was too far gone, and looking at you only increased that selfish need. "M-Mommy...please...please fuck me," Finally, he moves his hand, whimpering at the loss of contact as he stands up. As he towers over you his expression remains as submissive as ever, his body is broad and his presence is lustful and intense, just looking in his eyes made you want to drop to your knees and please him until he broke out into tears. "Do you think you deserve it?" You asked as you put your hand on his chest, his breathing became more uneven and you could feel his heart pounding, it never ceases to amaze you how excited he gets and how easily it happens.

"Yes, I've been a good boy...please, please ride me, ma'am," How could you deny him? Even though he hadn’t listened his heavy voice and passionate eyes gave you more than enough reason to give him what he wanted. So you sat on the bed and looked up at him as you crossed your legs and said: "Strip." In his overly sexual state, there was no room for shame or embarrassment, so just as quickly as you said to, Jinki began to take off his clothes, happy to finally be freed from his cotton confinements. "Good boy," You said, as you look him up and down you feel yourself becoming excited, the way his cock jumped at the sound of your voice made you feel more than pleased, "Now, undress me." As you said this you laid on your back and spread your legs for him with a grin, Jinki knew that this meant he had free reign to do as he wished to your body, so as he slipped your heels off he worshipped your legs, and as he slid your skirt off his worshipped your thighs, and when he came up to unbutton your blouse he paused for a second to kiss you.

Your tongue rolled around as he moaned into your mouth while grinding against your leg, his wandering hands touched every inch of your body in reach, sliding between your thighs as he began kissing your neck. The only thing on his mind was pleasing you and getting you just as excited, as badly as he wanted to rush, he wanted you to feel just as good, so he took his time as he slid his fingers past the waistband of your underwear, and massaged delicate circles on your clit as he kissed down the middle of your chest. In a matter of seconds you were grinding against his hand as you arched your back, the desire to feel him inside of you was building and you, unlike Jinki, didn't want to wait any longer.

Letting your hand run through his hair, you lightly scratch his scalp as you slowly come back to your senses. He closes his eyes, pouting, and you pull him in for a kiss.

He purrs as your hands begin to wander, tracing his curves and cupping his ass. Taemin was terrible at hiding his excitement, especially when he had to hide it from you. Every look you gave him, every word you spoke, made his little dick twitch in anticipation.

You push one hand down the back of his pants and the nervous boy falls forward into your chest when you pull on the round fluffy tail that is filling him up. He whimpers, drooling onto your clothes as you play with the plug that was so small and felt yet so big inside of him.

“Awhh kitty, have you been wearing your tail all day, hoping mommy would play with you?”

He hides his face, but you can tell he’s blushing and biting his lip.

His cock springs free and hits your thigh as you push down his pants to free his tail, the friction making Taemin bite your shirt.

“Ouch, Min-ie, you’ve got to be more careful! It hurts when you bite me and you don’t want to hurt mommy, do you?”

You spank him and his legs twitch from the sting. Twisting and turning his tail, you watch in amusement as he struggles to stay still on your lap. You swiftly pull out the plug only to shove it back in again and the quick motion is enough to have Taemin crying out and clinging onto your body.

His little bell hits your chest with every push, ringing uncontrollably.

You wrap one hand around the tip of his cock, holding his throbbing head in a tight grip as you repeatedly thrust the plug in and out of his small hole. A patch of precum stains your palm and you make sure to gather every drop.

Taemin’s tears roll onto your shirt as you bite and suck on his neck and you can tell he’s close to cumming by the way his breath hitches in his throat.

“You’re almost there, kitty, just a little more.”

He ruts his hips into your hand, wincing and crying from the pain of being stretched open. His hole grows more sensitive with each thrust, making him see stars. He’s about to pass out when he suddenly lets out a high-pitched scream and weakly cums on your hand.

His worn-out body lays still on top of yours as Taemin gasps for air. You let one hand run down his back soothingly and he shivers.

His hands grasp onto your wrist of the hand that was still wrapped around his softening cock. Pulling your hand up to his face, he laps up the salty substance, purring at the familiar taste. There was something oddly calming about cleaning up his own mess.

You tenderly stroke his cheek with your thumb and play with the bell around his neck. Watching him fall asleep in your arms, you gently rock his body back and forth and kiss his temple.

“My sweet little kitten”, you whisper and Taemin smiles in his slumber.

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ONEW || Lee Jinki

You decide to tease the poor boy with words, sending him a text about how you want to fuck his brains out with everyone in the next room. At first, he ignores the vibration of his phone, but you send a second message only moments later, wondering whether he can stay quiet enough. When he checks his phone and reads the texts, his face instantly reddens as he looks for you in the small crowd. Finding you, he watches as you wink before walking down the hall to his room. He excuses himself momentarily before eagerly following your path, not even thinking to hide his actions. Although he tries telling you that you can’t do something like that with everyone here to celebrate him, he quickly melts in your touch, begging for more. That day, you find out how quiet he can whimper and how fast he can cum knowing he may get caught. You also find out how poorly he hides his thoughts around people who know him well, as they all clap and joke when you both return.

KEY || Kim Kibum

He thinks he’s so smart by giving you a different ringtone, but when you sneak away to the bathroom and send him a picture in the lingerie you bought for his birthday, he instantly opens it, so you miss his sly smile. You come back, and he brings you onto his lap, telling his friends that you’re the best gift he could ask for. This brat will force his dick to twitch up against your thigh to try and tease you back for the photo. He’ll kiss your neck before letting you go, nipping at your skin as if to say “You’re in trouble later.” You chuckle as you stand, knowing full well that he’ll try sending everyone home sooner than planned. For the rest of the party, he’ll find any excuse to touch you, kiss you, or even just brush against you, careful to hide his neediness from everyone else. Once everyone leaves, he’ll be a major brat, as if he hasn’t been waiting for the moment you sit on his face with the beautiful lingerie just to shut him up.

MINHO 

This man would make it a full competition. Since these are his closest friends, he would play your games without hesitation. You send him a hot photo; he tells you exactly what he wants you to do to him. You message him your saucy thoughts; he’ll fully encourage you to go for it. Even if someone asks him why he keeps smiling at his phone during a party, he’ll stare at you while he admits that someone keeps playing birthday games with him. However, the boy is all bark with no bite. If you sit next to him or touch him innocently after sending those messages, he’ll begin losing composure fairly quickly, yielding to your commands if you ask anything of him in fear of you following through with your plans. He’ll practically melt if you leave a lingering kiss upon his lips or behind his ear.

TAEMIN

The thing about Kibum is that he's loud, even outside of the bedroom, if he thought he was being slighted or cheated in some way.

And so, really, there was only one solution to this issue. His pretty pink lips are stretched tight around the ball gag, and though he's pinned you with a fierce glare you're unfazed by it. Saliva glistens on his lips and you distantly wonder how long it'll be before he's got a shiny trail of it on his chin, can almost envision the dark red he'll turn in embarrassment and shame at being made a mess of without you even touching him.

"You sure look angry, but isn't this relative silence nice? I don't have anyone spitting insults at me about how I'm not doing a good enough job or begging me to go quicker." And, oh, it's delicious the way his eyes widen when you mention him begging, like he wants to protest but can't because he's gagged. (And, regardless, he does beg.)

His fists are still clenched tight around the key you'd given him, his way of safe-wording with his mouth blocked, so you don't mind pushing a bit further. Your fingers toy nonchalantly with the head of his cock, ignoring the muffled cry he gives as you smear some of the wetness around his heated skin. "I guess there is a downside to this. I do love hearing you beg for my dick - even if I wanted to fuck your throat you'd beg for it, wouldn't you Kibum?"

Obviously he says nothing, but he shakes his head vehemently once he knows you're looking - even gagged with his dick leaking pre-cum he was a brat. No surprise there.

The wedding reception was vibrant and full of energy. But, your heart drops when you spot him from across the room.

Your ex.

At Hoshi's wedding, of all places? You both shared a mutual surprised look, and suddenly, the upbeat song seemed a bit too loud.

Memories of old times flashed by as you caught his eye. This was going to be an interesting evening for you.

Not to mention, the woman by his side is drop-dead gorgeous, and you're sure she's a model or some influencer.

Being a choreographer, you know he makes his rounds around the entertainment industry.

You get up from the table and head to the bathroom. The last thing you want is to show any emotions and make this about you. This is about celebrating your good friend, and you don't want to draw any attention to you.

You retreat to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup is still perfect, your hair is flawless, and you look amazing in your outfit. You take a couple of deep breaths.

"I don't have feelings for him anymore.. so why am I tripping?"

"You don't have feelings for me.. anymore.. mommy?" Taemin voices announces into the bathroom, and you glare at him as you stare at him in the mirror.

While you thought hearing that name would feel foreign to you, instead, you miss it. A little more than you would like to admit.

You can't even hide your facial expressions, so you turn around to face him. You wrap your arms around your body, holding yourself in hopes that you can keep it together.

"No, we're over... remember?" Your echo of the truth is a reminder that he doesn't belong to you anymore.

He wanted to end things because he felt like monogamy wasn't something he wanted to continue. So, he walked away from you.

"I know that, but you haven't answered the question. Because if I'm being real with you. I'm not over you. Every person I sleep with, I have to close my eyes and imagine that it's you that I'm with."

Of course, the most infamous choreographer and dancer in your home country has been with other people since the split. That was the whole purpose, right? But it still doesn't feel good hearing it.

But, simultaneously, you feel a little emotion stir inside you, because he still isn't over you.

"Does my answer even matter?" You challenge him.

Taemin tilts his head, and studies your body language. His piercing dark brown eyes, and you know that right now, he's the bold, confident, loudmouth Taemin. In a snap of a finger, if you step into "mommy mode," he will be a whimpering mess under your control. He can get into his subspace so easily for you.

"For me, it does," he responds softly.

A surge of memories hits you – the late-night rehearsals, the impromptu dance sessions at dawn. The way you two would hook up at his dance studio. The passion between the two of you is undeniable. But you know, along with those fun memories comes the bitter ones, the fights, and the jealousy.

"Why now?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. "After all this time, after everything that happened, why bring this up now?"

You watch him take a deep breath, looking down momentarily, before returning his mesmerizing gaze to yours.

"It's simple. Everywhere I go, all I see and imagine is you. You used to choke me the way I liked, spank me, spoil me, love me, touch me. Make me submit like no one else could. I'm still in love with you, Y/n."

You want to speak, and you open your mouth to do so, but you stop yourself. You take a moment to process what he just told you.

Your relationship with him was such a whirlwind. He's never been your typical type of guy you like to date. You are quiet and reserved around people you don't know. Only a selected person gets to see your true personality shine.

But, Taemin is outspoken, flirty, and outgoing all the time. He's always the center of attention in some type of way. You never wanted to dim his light or stop his beautiful energy. But, at times, his innocence gets misinterpreted by someone dying for his attention.

Which created issues in your relationship. He has five million Instagram followers, which is more than some of the idols he choreographs for.

He's pretty much a big deal to a lot of people. But, no one has ever experienced him in the way that you have.

"Kiss me," you mumble.

You get out of your head and try to ground yourself back into your body. You know you will ruminate over this if you don't let your body take the lead.

Taemin steps closer into your presence and presses his soft, juicy lips against yours. Your eyes shut immediately, and you allow him to take the lead momentarily. He deepens the kiss and wraps his hands around your waist, and you pull him closer to your body.

You pull back from him, and you feel that familiar feeling come over you. That surge of energy allows you to take control of the situation.

"Mommy? Can I taste you?" The words slip off his tongue so quickly, and you wanted nothing more than to shove his face right into your pussy.

How did he know that you even wanted him in that way?

You removed Taemin's suit jacket and laid it on the sink, and you hiked up your dress so that you can prepare his meal for him.

How could you deny yourself the satisfaction of having the best head in your life? Even if it meant this was just a one-time hookup.

You spread your legs for Taemin, and you are already wet with excitement.

"Come on and eat it before your girlfriend comes looking for you," you taunt him.

"She doesn't care. She's just with me for her social media page."

You run your finger down your slit and feel how wet you are just from kissing Taemin. It never fails how you always react to him so easy.

Taemin smirks and kneels before you just enough to be at eye level at your core. He places his hands on your thighs for leverage as he jams his tongue inside you.

You instantly realize how much you have missed his tongue deep inside you. The feeling of his tongue warms you in a way that you can't explain. It's familiar, and it feels even better as he begins to lap at your folds.

"God, I've missed your tongue, Taem. You're still the best head I've ever had that."

You expect Taemin to respond to your comment, but he's lost himself inside of your sacred world. He mixes up his technique from sucking on your clit to giving you very slow, but passionate kisses that cause your body to jilt every time.  To do it all over again in between speeds and variations.

The feeling of having Taemin eat you out like it's his last meal on Earth has your mind spinning a bit when he services you like this. You know that his words are really true.

There is no way that he eats out that IG model like this.

Taemin is way too good and knows exactly what you need when you need it.

He's so good at reading your body language since he's an empath. He knows what you want before you even say it. That's how in sync you two are.

But, you snap out of the state of euphoria, and you grab him by the hair. "Taem, now I know you heard me when I praised you... Is that how you respond to Mommy?"

"No, mommy. I'm sorry, you just taste so good. That's why  I was in my own little world with your pussy. Thank you for praising me. You know I love when you do that. Can I continue to worship you?"

You instantly felt the aching of your sex when you pulled him away from you. You want to regret it, but you also know he must obey you.

"Fine, but you know I like it when you respond to me. Got it."

"Yes."

You stare into his eyes with his hair still in your hand and his beautiful plump lips covered in your juices.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... Mommy."

"Good boy."

You release his hair and guide the back of his head back to your pussy. Not that you needed to guide him, but you like being able to control him in this way.

Taemin returns to pleasuring you like he never stops. He licks away at your pussy, and the gushy sound of his tongue and your juices mixed has you hornier than ever.

"Mommy.. I love pleasuring you."

"I can tell. You see how wet I am."

"I love it.. can I feel your juices on my fingers?"

"Yes.."

Taemin turns his hand over and sticks his thick middle finger inside you, and you clench around him. He runs his thumb over your clit in circles.

You look down at him, and you can't get over the fact that you never expected to be on a bathroom sink with your legs spread with Taemin's head in between them during your bestie's wedding.

As if on cue, Taemin runs his tongue across his top lip slowly to savor your taste.

You grab him by the shirt and pull him in for a kiss. You slip your tongue into his mouth and savor the taste of yourself. These are the wild moments you miss.

Your tongue swirls around in his mouth as you two are locked in a passionate kiss. The combination of kissing him and his fingers working their magic on you is enough to tip you over the edge.

Taemin's skillful digits continue to pump into you, and you already feel yourself squirt on his middle finger.

"Finish me off," You pull away from Taemin and push his head back down.

Taemin holds onto you as he buries his face deep into your center, and he tongue fucks you because he knows that's what you like.

You both know your body is already so sensitive, and by the way, your hips are starting to buck you. The time to release is approaching.

You moan uncontrollably as Taemin's expert tongue explores every inch of your core, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. The anticipation builds, and with one final flick of his tongue, you explode in a mind-shattering climax.

Taemin comes back up and licks his lips again. "I will never get enough of how you taste, Mommy."

You hop off the sink and adjust your dress. Your legs are wobbly, and Taemin helps you with your dress.

"T...Touch me..." His short breaths were heavy as he struggled against the restraints, "Please, baby." As Minho pleaded with you in desperation you watched with a satisfied grin. The sight of him was unlike anything you had ever seen from him, rather than his usual look of blue jeans and a white tee shirt with sleeves that hug his biceps, and a v-neck that shows off his attractive neck, he was wearing a black and white suit, the shirt too tight to stay buttoned and the pants unbuttoned to expose him even more. The way he looked with his hands tied behind his back, and waiting helplessly on his knees made you grin, "Is that all you have to say?" You asked in a teasing voice, "I guess you must enjoy being edged, huh pretty boy?" As you said this you pressed the vibrator against his cock again, turning it up to the second highest speed right away.

"P-Please!" He whimpered as he doubled over, struggling to get away from the intense pleasure. "Baby! Baby, please! I-I can't...I can't take it!" A soft sob leaves his kiss-swollen lips as he tilts his head up at you, Although you couldn't see his eyes you could tell that he was trying his best to express just how desperate he felt through them. "You can't?" You pouted and cooed with faux sympathy, "But wasn't it you that said that you would be able to take whatever I did to you?" You stoop down and with your free hand you pull his loosened tie, "What happened to big, strong, confident Minho? Hm?" You pulled him closer by his tie and gently kissed him, but even that made him whine as the desire to feel you had completely taken over. "P-Please...Please baby, I-I need you...I...fuck..." He stopped as you turned it up to the highest setting and whimpered softly.