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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.

Taemin’s hips shutter as bright red lashes cover his bare skin, decorating his thighs, chest, hips, and shoulders along with an array of bite marks, scratches, and bruises. His whole body looked like it had been through hell and back, but he loved it, the way you dug your nails into his skin as you demanded him to answer you, how you bit down on his shoulder as you grinded against his thigh, and how the belt felt against his skin, it all felt heavenly his entire body was sensitive to the touch and he felt like he could burst into flames at the slightest touch.

“Please…” He cried out, your hand never stopping as you stroked his sensitive cock with a slowness that had him thrashing around and panting heavily, “Please! I-I’m…gonna cum plea-“ You snatched your hand away and slapped his thigh, slapping it so hard that it made your hand sting and left a bright red print on his soft skin, the sound of it bouncing off the walls along with his loud whimpers and cries. “Who said you were going to cum?” You asked as you got on top of his other thigh, pressing your cunt right onto the sensitive skin knowing that even the slightest touch would have him jumping and whining. “I-I’m sorry! Please forgive ma’am!” He begged, “Please!” You grinned, grabbing his face as you slowly grind yourself against him. “Oh god!” You could feel his thigh muscles contracting and his body trembling.

“Aren’t you selfish?” You teased, “You act like it’s hurting you if I please myself instead of you,” He whimpered, and although his eyes were covered by a thick black cloth you could tell when he turned his head to you that he was pleading with you, “N-No! No! It feels good! Please, please keep going, please keep using me!” You bite your lip, moaning as you go even slower, “So pathetic,” Taemin whimpered, his eyebrows turned upwards as he pouted, “You don’t even deserve it.” You get off his thigh and he immediately whines, squirming around to show how displeased he is by your sudden disappearance. “B-But, I’ve been such a good boy, I’ve been so obedient and I-Ah!” You stop him by slapping his thigh in the same spot you sat on, but this time with the flogger.

“That’s what I expect out of you, I’m not going to praise you for doing the bare minimum…” You grin while tracing it up his thigh, chills raise on his body and his cock twitches as he quietly moaned. “But, I’ll reward you since you’re such a pretty boy.” Taemin didn’t know what to expect, for a second, he thought that you’d finally let him cum, but your hand never returned, then he thought that maybe you were teasing him again by leaving him blindfolded with no idea as to what he was going to do next, but his thoughts were quickly silenced when he felt you mounting him, whimpering as your thighs rubbed the welts on his hips, “M-Ma’am?” He questioned, but you didn’t answer him, instead, you covered his mouth and grabbed his cock while hovering over it.

“Sh, don’t you want to be rewarded?” You bit your lip as the head of his length bumped your cunt, both of you jolting from the slight touch, “Or do you want to continue to be punished for being a brat?” You asked as you uncovered his mouth, he could tell that although this may have seemed like a rhetorical question, you wanted a response so in a desperate voice he said: “No, please ma’am, I want to be rewarded…b-but I’ll cum if you put it inside.” The waver in his voice made you throb, filled with a desire to see him break even more you ignored his warning. “Then you’ll be cumming until I’m satisfied.” Finally, you sink onto him, your walls throbbing around him as he whined loudly, and whimpered at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him, the feeling of being so deep inside of you made him want to cry, and hearing your soft moans only made it worse. “Ma…Ma’am…ple…oh god…please I-I… ’m gonna c-cum!” Butterflies filled his stomach as you let out a breathy laugh and softly kissed him on the cheek.

"It has been brought to my attention that a few of you boys have been acting rather inappropriately," ___ was quick to shut down whatever bullshit any of the boys had to say (she was irritated because of whatever had happened). Most of them were curious who she was talking about although most of them had a clue who. Others were a little intimidated by her dark tone although they knew they had done nothing wrong and that they weren't the ones that were going to get scolded at. Taeyong gulped and stared; he liked it when she was mad at them, scolded them — all of that. Haechan was just sitting comfortably, knowing he hadn't misbehaved or done a single mistake for a whole week (surprisingly). Mark had showed up to every practice on time, had killed when recording vocals with NCT 127 right after his one day and four hour break from his NCT DREAM comeback. Like always, he hadn't disappointed her. Jungwoo smirked, knowing what was going on and what was going to happen.

"It has been brought to my attention that a few of you boys have been acting rather inappropriately," ___ was quick to shut down whatever bullshit any of the boys had to say (she was irritated because of whatever had happened). Most of them were curious who she was talking about although most of them had a clue who. Others were a little intimidated by her dark tone although they knew they had done nothing wrong and that they weren't the ones that were going to get scolded at. Taeyong gulped and stared; he liked it when she was mad at them, scolded them — all of that. Haechan was just sitting comfortably, knowing he hadn't misbehaved or done a single mistake for a whole week (surprisingly). Mark had showed up to every practice on time, had killed when recording vocals with NCT 127 right after his one day and four hour break from his NCT DREAM comeback. Like always, he hadn't disappointed her. Jungwoo smirked, knowing what was going on and what was going to happen.

"It has been brought to my attention that a few of you boys have been acting rather inappropriately," ___ was quick to shut down whatever bullshit any of the boys had to say (she was irritated because of whatever had happened). Most of them were curious who she was talking about although most of them had a clue who. Others were a little intimidated by her dark tone although they knew they had done nothing wrong and that they weren't the ones that were going to get scolded at. Taeyong gulped and stared; he liked it when she was mad at them, scolded them — all of that. Haechan was just sitting comfortably, knowing he hadn't misbehaved or done a single mistake for a whole week (surprisingly). Mark had showed up to every practice on time, had killed when recording vocals with NCT 127 right after his one day and four hour break from his NCT DREAM comeback. Like always, he hadn't disappointed her. Jungwoo smirked, knowing what was going on and what was going to happen.

Everyone of them made mistakes sometimes, whether it was showing up late to practice for a whole week or being so late to an interview they had to get their makeup done in the car. Haechan and Jungwoo often misbehaved and knew the consequences of it. Actually, knowing what awaited them after behaving bad was why they did it in the first place. The biggest brats were 100% Haechan and Jungwoo. Sometimes Taeyong did small mistakes on purpose just for ____ to scold him. But he was mostly obedient and only chose to defy her when he was desperate for her attention (the attention that she always prioritized for the others). For the past month those three boys had gotten a taste of the consequences once a week. Every. Damn. Week. Except for one week when Haechan was feeling extra bad and got to taste it. Every. Damn. Day. Lucky him.

"Taeyong, you're the leader and you're supposed to set a good example for your members, right?" she stared at him sternly, giving him the chills.

"Yes, 누나," he answered looking innocent with his big eyes when he in reality was so excited.

"Yet you get dragged into troubles with Jungwoo instead of helping him correct himself," she spat.

"Yes, 누나."

"My office after this."

There it was. That sentence. The sentence he wanted to hear. She turned her attention away from Taeyong to Jungwoo, "You too, don't think I'm only gonna scold Taeyong because he's the leader. I didn't forget that you were involved too."

"Okay, 누나," Jungwoo smiled, excited for what was about to happen. Mark looked at Jungwoo a bit shocked. Why is he smiling? He like this? Why? Why does he and Taeyong like it when 누나 scolds them?

The members didn't know what they'd done but they assumed maybe dispatch had found them smoking or something.

"Haechan?" she said as she hadn't forgotten about him either.

"Yes, 누나," he answered with a cute tone and sent her an innocent smile, contrary to the thoughts clouding his head.

"Good job! You actually didn't act bad for once," she praised him with a tint of degradation — just how he liked it.

He kept eye contact with her and put his chin on his hands as an attempt to keep the innocent boy act, "Thank you, 누나."

Considering his nickname sometimes was Little Devil, he was very mischievous and not-so-much innocent. The fact that he didn't have anything to do with the misbehaving this time was mind-blowing to both her and the rest. But the fact that he had another plan in mind wouldn't be shocking to ____. But she would find out later.

"You guys — except for Taeyong and Jungwoo — can go to back to the dorms, I'm sorry you guys had to waste time here. Let this be a reminder that what one member does can affect the whole group. Anyway, have a nice day and see you tomorrow at six!" she waved them away.

Everyone except for the three left.

"Care to explain yourselves?" she asked the boys that were sat in front of her and crossed her arms.

✧ ✧ ✧

Mark was on his way to hide from SuperM or Dream or U schedules when he felt an arm around his waist. He turned his head to find a smiley Haechan. "How are you, 형?"

"Um, I'm good, but bored now because I was gonna watch Netflix with Jungwoo," he answered, oblivious to the younger's intentions with this not coincidental rendezvous.

"What if you don't need to be without him?"

The older's brows scrunched up in confusion, "Huh? What are you saying?"

"Have you ever wondered what happens in the office when Taeyong 형 or Jungwoo 형 or I have misbehaved?"

Now that Haechan mentioned it, Mark had never actually thought of that. He was too busy being an overworked angel that he hadn't even thought of why he was one. What could be so bad with misbehaving if they kept doing it?

"Here," the Little Devil said and extended out his hand, revealing a silver key.

"What's this?" the Little Angel questioned, eyeing the metallic object in front of him.

"It's the key to her office."

"And why do you have that?" Mark's mouth turned into an O, thinking the younger had taken it from her.

"She gave me this key since I visit her office so often," he beamed, threw it in the air and caught it as if the key were a symbol for luck. "She doesn't wanna bother bringing you guys into a small meetings every time I do something bad. So thoughtful."

Mark was shocked, "Do the other guys have keys too?"

The younger dramatically gasped and lightly hit the loser's shoulder, "No I only I have one," he whined.

He shook his head, "Here. Go and hide in the office and you'll see what goes on when 누나 takes us there."

The older stood still in a trance, not sure of what to do so the younger physically grabbed his hand and put the key in it.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I'm the only one who owns one of these and I don't like sharing!" Haechan said sassily and skipped away like a five-year-old.

Mark looked down at his palm. The key was shining. It was calling for him...and he chose to listen to its calls and follow the melody all the way to his favorite manager's office.

He started walking rapidly towards the place he'd only visited for normal reasons before. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this shit. But that didn't stop him from taking big steps towards the desired destination his curiosity had taken him to.

After dodging the attention of fellow members and trying not to stutter when greeting superior girl group members, he finally was standing in front of the shining wooden door, breath hitching. Fuck. Should I really do this?

"But 누나~" Taeyong's cute whining was heard from circa 30 meters away.

They were on their way to the office — and they were already so close! If Mark stayed in front of the door, he'd have to explain why he was there in the first place and if ____ caught a glimpse of the key in his hand she'd know what his true intentions were and never trust him the same way.

Therefore, he deemed the most logical solution to be to shove the key into the keyhole, turn it around, get in the office and hide fast. He closed the door and locked it after as he didn't want to leave a trace of his unplanned visit. He looked around the room and tried to find a decent hiding spot. There were no huge furnitures to hide behind like a true pervert so his only option was the most stupid and typical thing ever. Hide under a desk. It was like a ticket to hell.

"When am I gonna get my key, 누나?" Jungwoo whined loud enough to be heard from the other side of the closed door.

The sound of something hard being put into the hole alerted Mark that he didn't have much time left, having to choose between being caught and no longer being a Little Angel or decreasing the possibility of being caught and get info on why his best friends love being so bad.

He knew he had no other choice than to slide under the table and pray she wouldn't catch onto his not-so-angel-like act. They wouldn't be able to see him under there because of the wood covering the front. Hopefully ____ didn't choose to sit on the chair in front of it where she would see him, which is exactly where she normally would sit when Mark went to her office for a meeting...

"Yeah, 누나~ Haechan keeps bragging about his key~ It's unfair." Taeyong complained, whining like before but louder.

Click! And so, the door was unlocked. Mark felt his heart beating with each step he heard on the other side of the room. ____'s only response to the boys' complaints was one word: "Sit."

At that, Little Angel's heart dropped. Holy shi— But God decided to have mercy and save Mark from embarrassment for another time so instead of walking to the chair that was right by Mark, ____ walked to a big leather sofa that was in a corner on the other side of the room.

"Good boy, Taeyong," ____ said.

"Thank you, Mommy."

Mark's eyes grew bigger at that. Wait wha—

"Bitch, sit down," ____ said to Jungwoo.

Oh wow—

"Yes, Mommy," the boy did as he was told, taking a seat on the right side of her.

Mark blushed. How could they call her that word so normally, as if it were 누나 and not a kinky title? the innocent boy hiding under the table wondered. He was expecting her to scold them both for talking inappropriately with her. But instead, he heard a sentence that made his pants a bit tighter.

"Why have you boys been acting so naughty?"

Mark heard Taeyong apologize and say "I'm sorry, Mommy."

____ turned her gaze to the one she knew had started it all.

"Why did you touch yourself without Mommy's permission?"

Oh wow they are into some freaky shit, Mark thought, his breathing quickening.

"I wanted Mommy to touch me, but Mommy was busy," Jungwoo pouted.

"Then why did you make Taeyong touch you too?"

"Taeyongie wanted my cock."

Clap! Mark heard the sound of a high five.

____ had slapped Jungwoo (kinda lightly) across the face, "Use your manners."

"I'm sorry, Mommy," he looked her in the eyes.

"It's Mistress when you're being a brat," she corrected him.

Mark gulped.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Jungwoo was turned on by the authority in her voice (he was such an easy slut).

Now Mark understood why Haechan acted bratty all the time. He just wanted her attention. The Little Angel didn't want to admit it, but he thought it was sexy. For the first time ever, he got the urge to do something bad so he could get in trouble with 누나 too. Or more like M-Mo... But he wasn't bold enough and he didn't know if he wanted to risk losing his reputation of being perfect either.

"Now can you explain why you two did this in the practice room? You could've gotten caught."

Jungwoo still kept strong eye contact, wanting to look like a brat, while Taeyong was looking at the floor ashamed.

"Imagine if Mark came in and saw you sucking Jungwoo's dick, Taeyongie."

Mark's ears perked up at hearing his name. Did he really come across as so innocent that he's used as the example of the worst possible person to witness a blowjob in a practice room? Damn. Wait omg does she think he's a vir—

"Or maybe you wanted something like that to happen," she continued.

Maybe the boys had a tingling feeling about seeing Mark non-pure for once. And he was always so obedient already surely he would be up for submitting to his partner right.

"He's too much of an angel to be here, Mommy," Taeyong said.

"Yeah, he is indeed a good boy."

His face faltered a little at her agreeing a little too enthusiastically, "But I'm a better boy though, right, Mommy?"

"Do good boys suck cock in practice rooms?"

"N-No, Mommy."

He felt the need to make himself look better for her.

"But Jungwoo is the bad boy!" he tried to defend himself.

"Yeah! I'm the bad boy who deserves a key!" Jungwoo agreed.

"So that's why you did it? To prove a point?" she started caressing his cheek gently this time.

"Mmm, yes, Mistress," he lowered his gaze, blushing at her tender touch.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

He did as said and looked her in the eyes. She slapped him. Not too hard, but hard enough to leave a slight sting. He moaned. Pain to him was like cats to a single lady.

"You wanted to be a bad boy for a key? Let's see if you're worthy of it."

He gulped. This was his chance. She turned her attention to Taeyong, who was getting impatient looking at them.

"And you, baby, did it because you wanted my attention or a key?"

"I wanted your attention, Mommy. But a key would be nice too," he answered honestly and pouted.

"You're getting spanked—"

A smile tugged at his lips at the victory.

"—by yourself."

The smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown. He held her hand.

"But, M-Mommy, aren't you supposed to do it?" he asked, not wanting to question her, but at the same time wanting to question his ridiculous punishment.

"Do you want to get punished or not?"

"Yes, I do, Mommy," he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Oh how he wished he was getting spanked by her instead.

She ignored his sweet gesture and turned her attention back to the boy on her right, "Take off your pants, Jungwoo."

No matter how many times _____ had seen him naked, Jungwoo always had a few seconds of nerves before she'd see him again. Said boy's cheeks reddened slightly, and his hands shakily went down to unbuckle his belt. Mark did the same. He blushed and unbuckled his pants quietly until his hand could fit in them. It wasn't his fault that he was feeling turned on and like a 'bad boy'. What day was it today? Saturday? OK he can't skip going to church tomorrow after this.

_____ started stroking Taeyong's thigh with one hand to give him some affection before she'd give all of it to Jungwoo. "Remember our safe word?"

"Yes," they answered as they were undressing.

"What is it?"

"Red."

"Correct. Good job, both of you."

She looked at Taeyong, "Get naked you too, baby."

Said boy quickly took off his over-sized shirt and threw his bucket hat across the room, making Mark flinch as it landed two meters away from him. Jungwoo had decided to wear tight jeans today and he was now regretting it. The jeans perfectly showed off his curves, but it was the wrong idea to wear them on a day like this when he wanted them off as fast as possible. While Jungwoo awkwardly struggled, Taeyong decided to take off his baggy pants together with his underwear in a split second, kicking them to the side so nobody could trip on them.

In an instant Taeyong was on her lap, butt naked. "Mommy, can you please, please, please spank me?" he pleaded prettily and folded his arms behind her neck.

The two were only a few centimeters away from touching noses. Her hands made their way to his soft butt. He hummed in content. "Please, Mommy," he looked her in the eyes.

She kneaded his ass slowly before slapping it loudly enough to send a wave of arousal to everybody in the room, including Mark. A short moan escaped his mouth at the harsh touch he fancied so much. Jungwoo was frustrated, he knew he was going to go to her office, yet he still decided to wear the damned jeans. He was supposed to be the centre of attention, not Taeyong.

Mark had started touching himself. He felt bad that it felt so good and didn't want to stop. He wondered if he wanted them to hear him misbehaving or if he wanted to remain as ____'s Little Angel but ultimately decided to go for the predictable route and just be quiet and never to be discovered as a pervert.

"Mommy, I want you so—" Taeyong whispered in her ear.

"Mistress, I'm ready for you," Jungwoo interrupted the attention thief as his annoying jeans were finally on the floor.

"Mommy~" the boy on her lap whined cutely.

"Get off, Babyboy," she ordered.

"But Mommy—"

"Now."

"Okay, Mommy," he groaned and, jealous, turned his head to Jungwoo.

Taeyong whined. The leather was cold against his ass, and he just wanted to sit or lay on Mommy's warm, soft lap and get spanked, was that too much to ask for?

Although Jungwoo had proved that he was a really bad boy already, he felt the need to try harder. "We don't need a condom," he said boldly.

"You're right, we don't need a condom. Ass up," ____ said.

Jungwoo's eyes got big, clearly not expecting that response. Without saying anything ____ got up and pulled off her clothes in front of him. She was wearing a strap-on (how the fuck it wasn't visible before was a mystery). He had never seen one in real life, so he didn't expect it to be that big.

"Ass up, Baby, or do I need to say it a third time?"

With a gulp he turned onto his covered abs and obeyed her.

"Go to the desk, Babyboy. I want to see you," she ordered Taeyong as her fingers teased Jungwoo's hole after she spat on it.

Taeyong obeyed, feeling sexy because she wanted to look him. Mark, on the other hand, was fucking panicking. He still hadn't cummed and he was afraid he would get caught. The desk was covered with a wall of wood on one side, so he wasn't afraid of being caught that way, instead he was afraid he'd get caught because of the sound of his wet dick.

Taeyong leaned against the desk and showed his hole off to Mommy. With an arched back he clenched and unclenched air for her. He wanted her to see how good he looked. He was smirking, knowing she was looking at him.

With confidence he spanked himself.

It didn't feel as good as when she did it, regardless he moaned. He wanted her to hear how sexy his moans were. The past times he had gotten spanked she had done it till he was tired and never given him a number of spanks he deserved, so he assumed that the same rule applied now when he was the one spanking himself. He kept on spanking himself and moaned after every one of them.

Taeyong hugged the armrest needily, wanting _____'s attention back.

"Mommy—"

"That's Mistress for you, brat," she quickly corrected him.

"Aren't you gonna punish me, Mistress?" he looked back at her.

She turned his head away from her and positioned herself behind him. He felt relieved that she was finally focusing on him and him only. Excitement filled his veins and his cock. It was so hard, wanting to be touched by her all week. He had even woken up hard this morning because of a dream he'd had about her. She positioned the tip of the strap by his entrance.

"Are you ready, Baby?" she asked him to make sure he was comfortable.

"Yes, Mistress. Just fuck me."

She didn't need to hear him say anything else to thrust into him. He whine long and loudly. His hole wasn't prepared for the big stretch but he wanted it rough; he wanted to be treated like the bad boy he had tried to be this week, and he wanted to be worthy of a key so she could fuck him every day like Haechan got the pleasure of. (a/n. we know that lube and prep is crucial but this is tumblr universe✌️)

Hearing how sensitive Jungwoo was made Mark go faster on his private part. ____ stayed inside to make him more accustomed to the strap since it was kind of big for a beginner, and she wasn't completely sadistic.

"Fuck me, Mistress," he whined into the armrest of the couch.

She went in deeper, and Jungwoo couldn't help but omit light moans he would be embarrassed to let out in front of Taeyong if he weren't so desperate for this punishment.

"Mommy!" Taeyong moaned out to try to get _____'s attention back. It worked. She looked at Taeyong, admiring his figure pretty butt and tattoos that decorated his skin.

"Mistress, fuck me h-harder," Jungwoo didn't want a second of her attention to be away from him. Fuck Taeyong. (Not literally tho) Her attention was back at the boy in front of her.

"Tell me when I get too rough, Baby."

And that was the only sentence she said before ramming his hole. Her thrusts were so powerful and left him open-mouthed. His eyes were closed, and his back was arched at the pleasure he'd never felt before. He really didn't want to moan and sound like a slut like Taeyong. But the new feeling inside was making it hard for him. She didn't go easy on him. His first time being pegged was going to be memorable and she was going to make sure of it.

"Oh God, Mistress," he whimpered, holding back a slutty moan that nearly escaped.

The sounds of skin-slapping and lewdness made Mark determined to hold back his orgasm until any of the others were going to so he could cum with them. Refraining from orgasming was what he thought would be the closest he'd ever get to being punished by ___. Oh shit he was not innocent at all.

Taeyong was shamefully moaning as he slapped his ass cheeks. His high-pitched moans were littering the air, but it was like music to Mommy, so he kept on moaning.

"Mistress," Jungwoo kept whimpering out over and over again.

"Don't be shy, Baby. I want to hear you," she encouraged him to let go and be free, aware that he was holding back.

"M-Mistress— Mmmhm." It was hard holding back everything when she was fucking into him mercilessly, so he let go and moaned loudly. That motivated her to go harder and to find his most sensitive part. She gripped his hips to the point where they would leave bruises. And he was more than happy about that. Taeyong wished he could be bruised by Mommy too.

"Mistress! Oh my—" he cried out.

She adjusted the strap in a different angle and felt him tense up. She had found the bundle of nerves she was searching for. His moans couldn't be held back. The loud moans made it harder for Mark to not cum. Who knew his Netflix binging partner had such pretty moans

_____ rammed Jungwoo in the same angle as fast as she could to make him scream her name. He arched his back deliciously, mouth agape. How could he not when he was being fucked so damn good? The way he moaned 'Mistress' sounded like a vulgar whine from cheap porn CDs that were popular in the '80s. Her name became a chant and pushed both of them closer to their brink. His hair was sticking to his forehead as beads of sweat were covering the rest of his body. She pushed his hair out of his face and kissed his neck soothingly.

"Do you want to cum, Baby?" she asked gently in his ear.

"Yes, please, Mommy," he whimpered back as an answer.

Mistress was her title when any one of her boys was being a brat, but right now it didn't matter; he was so fucked out he didn't even notice he started calling her Mommy instead of Mistress.

"Cum for me, Baby."

Jungwoo came with a lewd moan and made a mess on the now-warm couch and Mark came into his hand and bit his lower lip to prevent any dirty sound from exposing his presence. He was so happy to cum when he heard Mommy's permission although it was meant for Jungwoo and not him.

"Thank you, Mommy," Jungwoo breathed out and plopped on the armrest, exhausted. She placed many kisses on the side of his face, keeping the strap inside him for a little more. He whimpered as ______ emptied Jungwoo's ass, but quickly went back to resting after she massaged his cheeks for a little more.

"Mommy!"

______ looked back at the desk and saw how Taeyong was still spanking himself, almost crying. Babyboy's cheeks were red and hot because of it.

"You're such a good boy; so obedient. You can stop now, Baby," she praised him as she made her way to him.

"Only for you, Mommy," he said and turned around, placing his red butt on the edge as he leaned back with his hands.

"You deserve a reward, Babyboy."

"I want Mommy to tie me, please," he smiled.

"What a good boy wants he can get," she went back to the couch to get Jungwoo's belt.

Taeyong's eyes brightened up at the sight of it. He brought his hands out for her to tie. "Such a good boy, Taeyong," she praised him.

She tied his wrists together tightly with the belt. She knew how much he liked them tight since he once complained that she probably could fit in one finger between the tie and his wrist so she tied his hands tightly.

Normally Taeyong is not jealous at all as he's mature and very secure in his skin but since he was used to being such a good boy — or a bad boy who takes punishments well — he never thought any of the other guys were competition. But he noticed the way she talked about Mark was in such a different way and that made him a bit needier for her attention and praise than usual... which is why he said, "Better than Mark, right, Mommy?"

As Mark was calming down after his orgasm his focus was solely on what she'd say. He wanted, more than anything in that moment, to know if he really was her best boy. ______ giggled instead of answering Taeyong's question, making his smile falter a little at her non-answer while Mark's smile grew. In a few seconds, however, Taeyong's smile was back as he knew exactly how to prove he was a gooder boy than Mark.

"Mommy, since I sucked Jungwoo, can I get sucked off too?" he asked softly.

"Since you've been such a good boy, of course. Sit down, Babyboy."

That's when Taeyong dragged out the chair to the desk with his tied wrists, startling the Little Angel.

"I want to be sucked by Mark," he said as if Mark hadn't secretly been hiding under the desk all along.

Taeyong had known he was under there ever since the moment he moaned out 'Mommy' for the first time. How? He knew what Mark sounded like when he masturbated, he lived in the room next to his after all. ______ made her way around the desk and smirked, "Who do we have here?"

"I told you I'm Mommy's goodest boy," Taeyong said and leaned his head on her shoulder.

"누— 누나... I-I can explain—" he stuttered as he tried to think of a justification for his actions.

"How did you get in?"

He couldn't act like he was an angel anymore. "Uhm, Haechan gave me a key."

"Thank you for telling me. Tell him to come to my office after this."

Mark gulped and looked down at the ground.

"Can you suck me, please, Markie?"

Haechan indeed was a little devil and his plan worked. That was the quality a boy bad enough to be worthy of a key. Now Haechan would get the worst punishment.

Lucky him.

Come a little closer, bend over and make yourself shorter (ooh)

Don't pay attention to anything else

Focus on my voice )

okay... maybe I got carried away. the plan was for him to wear it only while he was at practice. he wanted a challenge, and I gave him one. but the way his face contorted and muscles flexed as he tried to gracefully be in sync with the music—it made something sadistic come out of me.

he did a good job of hiding his arousal, I'll give him that. however, I did not appreciate the dirty looks he gave me. whether they were serious or not.

once his instructor has called it a day, I walk over to him. his hands rested above his knees, slightly hunched over. if you looked close enough, you could see the hardened tip of his penis poking against his track pants.

I allow a comforting hand to rest on his back, lightly rubbing his spine with the pad of my thumb. "you did great, sweetie." I complemented him, handing him a bottle of water. he mumbled a quick sentence of gratitude before popping off the cap and taking a long gulp. I wait until he's finished. "however, I didn't like your attitude towards me."

he looks at me through his sweat drenched hair, a clear mischief glossing over them. he knows what he's doing. "and what are you going to do about it?" he's challenging me, as if I didn't have the power to make cry or beg like the whore he is.

I grabbed hold onto his smooth jaw, feeling his sweat stick onto my fingers. there's a sudden shift in his behavior. he's less tense and resistant, as if he's given up himself to me, so I could whatever I please. his mouth parts open slightly to allow silent, submissive breaths to blow out as he admired me.

I leaned over, stopping so our noses nearly touched and I could see his deep brown eyes flicker with excitement. "you'll see, kitten." and with that, I left. ten let out the smallest whine, as I parted from him, but made no attempt to stop me.

besides, I have a class to teach and he knows better than to make me late. it was only an hour long hip hop lesson for beginners, piece of cake.

but apparently a lot can happen in one hour, because when I arrived back home, exhausted, I could hear the unmistakable moans from my boyfriend.

he didn't even try to lock the bedroom door or even close it. he left it open just enough for me to see him stroke his cock while the vibrating plug was thrown onto the floor, also where I could see. I stormed in, infuriated. "what do you think you're doing, kitty?"

"oh, mommy!" he faked a stunned expression but didn't stop the strokes on his cock. he was a terrible actor. "don't start with that fake shit, it'll only get you in more trouble than you're already in. now go get the rope." I pointed to our shared dresser across the room.

I could already sense an argument coming from him as he hadn't moved yet. so, I made sure that I wasn't going to be tolerating his brattiness. "now!" he retrieves the red bondage with an annoying pout, handing it to me and returning to his spot on the bed.

this time, I only take off my top, leaving everything else on. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing my full body, it'll only make punishing him harder.

I crawl on top of him then sit on his torso, with my legs on either side of him. as always, he squirms and puts up a fight when I attempt to bind his wrists. "stop it, kitty. or you might not even come at all." I knew that would grasp his attention. there's no better way to torture ten than to deny his orgasm. the boy loves to cum.

he allows me to tie his other wrist successfully with no problem. however, it wasn't long until he started chatting my ear off. "mommy, I'm sorry for being a bad kitty. can I please not get punished? I'll do anything. please?" he quivered his lip and gave me his best puppy eyes that were almost persuading.

"uh, no." I said, quickly and blankly. a more upset pout returning to his face and a small hmph! announcing his disappointment. I reached over and grabbed the lube that was somehow conveniently chilling on ten's nightstand, forcing my boobs in his face.

for once, he doesn't make some sarcastic, witty remark as he normally does. despite not having an orgasm yet, he was already overstimulated. so, what's a better punishment than edging?

I poured a generous amount of lubricant on my fingers and warm it up a bit, then rub some onto his hole. he shivers from the liquid, and becomes needy. a lewd, desperate whimper comes from deep within his chest as I teased him, mercilessly. circling my digits around his entrance for an unnecessary amount of time.

"please, hurry." irritated, he whines, pushing into my touch. I ignored his plead and hold his hips steady, finally pushing the edge of my middle finger past his entrance. it slips right in with no hassle, very satisfying. but I stop knuckle deep, slowly turning my finger, unnecessarily, containing the urge go deeper.

I hear his toes crack as he curls them, a needy whine coming out of his lips. the small thrusting of my finger is already pushing him to the edge. for someone who loves to tease, he sure doesn't like being teased back. a true brat.

slowly but surely, I shoved the whole length of my fingers within his walls. hesitating to add a second as he clenched around me, searching for more friction. "beg for it, kitten. beg for mommy to fuck you with her finger." I demanded with a cold yet sexy tone that drove him wild.

"please, mommy! please fuck my slutty little hole with your finger! please, I'll be a good kitty, I promise!" he cries, beautifully, while tugging against the rope. his skin starting camouflage with it. "but you haven't been a good kitty, so why should I?" I question, slowly removing my finger from his walls. "I'll be a good kitty from now on, I promise! I don't even have to cum, just please fuck me, mommy."

I shove my finger through his entrance, a choked moan and the small squeak from the bed frame rewarding me, forcing the corner of my lips to twitch up into a smirk. I drifted off until my own little world as I fucked him with my fingers, my only focus being on the lube spilling out his rim, the little twitch of his thighs, and the whorish moans coming out of his filthy mouth.

ten's little baby whimpers is what brought me back. he was close to cumming, his hips twirling and veiny arms tending against the rope. just when he about to hit his peak, I stopped everything. my fingers leaving him as he cried out, "mommy, no! I was so close!" I didn't say anything, just tapped his little thigh before retrieving the strap on, pulling it over my joggers.

his ecstatic expression made me want to ruin him more. there was no way he was cumming. I already made that decision when he gave me that sly grin with his lip being pulled by his teeth. "fuck me good, mommy." I flicked open the lube last time before giving him a devilish look of my own, spreading the liquid on the naughty toy. "bet."

he takes a deep breath as I slide in the tip, easily. I didn't wait for him to adjust before starting a steady pace, a light slap going to his thigh. he wraps his legs around my waist and I hang onto them, rubbing tender fingers along his skin as I progressively go faster. ten arches his back as he feels his prostate being stimulated, eyes on my boobs jiggling beneath my bra.

his teeth are practically stuck between his lip, constantly tugging on it, only releasing to let out a moan or two. "I-I'm cumming now." he stutters, his body beginning to reveal to obvious signs of upcoming orgasm. my grip tightens on his shaky legs and I thrust faster, making him yelp and thrash. but I denied him again, just when he was about to burst.

I didn't pay attention to his begging or complaining, because I already had a good argument, "I thought you said you didn't have to cum as long as I fucked you?" I arch an eyebrow and his face goes red once he remembered. I plant a kiss to his cheek and untie his hands. "that's so unfair." he grumbled, rubbing his aching wrists.

It was another hot day in Miami, at 80 degrees Fahrenheit. 

You ignored the heat and instead chose to wait to meet your new roommate. You lived with roommates often, but they never lasted long. Either they pissed you off, or you pissed them off. Frat boys, sorority girls, you'd roomed with them all. 

Many of these people were, well, less than pleasant. Of course, you couldn't help but be worried about who'd you meet this time. Despite your lively persona and tendency to party like crazy, you were still lazy. Whenever you had a roommate, a friend arranged it. 

ding

You ran to the door, nearly slipping on the way there. 

So you opened the door, and what you saw couldn't be better.

There stood a pretty boy with prominent cheekbones, seemingly flawless skin, and the brightest eyes you had ever seen. 

His hair is so fluffy looking-

"Holy shit, you're tall."

You gazed down at him, giggling. "Mark Lee, right?" 

He nodded, cocking his head to the side. "And you're Y/n?" "Here I am!" 

It all happened so quickly; You intertwined your hand with his, pulling him into the apartment. In that split second, you missed his flustered expression, blushing as he looked down at your hand. 

After a quick introduction and a small tour, Mark had gone to unpack. 

This one was going to be fun.

- Don’t wanna sleep tonight? Then let me quickly mention that his arms aren’t the only extremely veiny part of his body. 

- Anyway. From the beginning. Sorry for making you scream right away.

- When’s the best time to go at it you ask. As far as atmosphere is concerned? Sometime after a cozy dinner where Taeyong dished on his infamous quality cooking. A table full of tasty, healthy treats all prepared with love and diligence. 

- You’ll both need the energy, trust me. And he is well aware what kind of food is a great aphrodisiac. Not that both of you wouldn’t be turned on without it. It just makes date night even more pleasurable is what I’m saying. The meal is already part of the whole process.

- No garlic nor heavy dishes either. Guy knows what he’s doing.

- He also makes sure to politely serve the food still wearing his cutest apron for some eye candy. Body-conscious, are we. Taeyong is not ignorant of how his looks affect you. His silhouette is just amazing. 

- To go even further. He might actually wear some nerdy glasses. Amping up the sex appeal to new levels is an NCT thing and Taeyong certainly brings that idea to his private life as well. 

- I don’t have to tell you that you won’t stay on your seat for very long once the plates are cleared off the table. There’s important neo business to attend to.

- A smooth transfer from post-dinner making out to jerking him off: Some sexy as fuck French kissing, seated on the couch and grabbing him by the tie. He’s a great lover, once your lips do their dance he’s absolutely in the moment.

- I gotta emphasize. This man’s focus on you is just unparalleled. Completely. And utterly. Undivided attention.

- Your hands already work on their own. This shit isn’t difficult when there’s an extra horny “please, please” Lee Taeyong at your disposal. He has the magic ability to absorb any nervousness from you without even doing anything in particular. That’s the boyfriend you wanna have.

- Only problem’s peeling those tight pants off because he has model legs but that’s about it. No preparations needed except some cherry-scented lube because ain’t Taeyong a sweet Cherry Bomb?

- Now handjobs... are Taeyong’s favorite thing because hey, he can use his puppy bedroom eyes on you up close (props for not melting at them right away). While at the same time getting to feel your hands which he’s obsessed with, so, so badly. 

- Don’t believe me? He has a folder on his phone with 200 random pictures of them. It’s basically a shrine. 

- They pet and pinch him so innocently throughout the day but give him all those milky orgasms or as many spanks as he’s ready for by night. That duality is making Taeyong so eager, you don’t even know.

- It’s easy on your esteem, Taeyong trusts you, and you can’t go wrong. It’s your hands, whatever hot thing they’re doing is magnificent to him.

- When it comes to methods, you don’t have a specific rhythm. Why do one when you can use ten? You figured out to adapt to how aroused he is rather than just steamrolling on and on. 

- Simply by observing his breathing and how he twitches especially closely. Taeyong is grateful, he likes edging and drawing out his orgasm for as long as he can keep it together. 

- Right from the start he always blurts out sugar-sweet and breathy whines that only get higher and higher the slower you go with your thumbs, massaging right into the underside of his cock. 

- Right at the top, and all the way down at the bottom. His favorite spots. Sometimes, even paying some attention to the perineum. Which is gonna make him squeal and bite into the backside of his hand. Oh my god, king of whining.

- If you go a little faster on the other hand, he starts choking up and cries. Number one reason you’re heavily praising Taeyong because he is so overwhelmed by pleasure and doesn’t hold back on showing just that. No filter. That’s how we like it.

- When you’re going for the slower version, your favorite thing is keeping one hand up his shirt along the way. Or in his hair. It’s so soft and gives him tingles when you twirl his bangs around. At the nape of the neck especially. 

- Sometimes, you hold one thigh at the inner side — god, it increases his sensitivity tenfold — or guide his wrist to join your hand as well. 

- Taeyong really appreciates how you pay attention to several body parts at once. Living dream of every guy out there.

- Added benefit: If you hold his shirt or sweater up, he won’t spill any semen over the fabric. Well shit, because his spurts don’t just drizzle out. And if he does, then — not to worry anyway. Taeyong is the laundry MVP.

- Hand holding? Also not off-limits at all. And not just palm on palm, you really interlace your fingers and don’t let go until he cums. Unless you use two hands which you often will because there are so many spots to tease and so many creative techniques to try. 

- Tied up does it better. Taeyong has really fidgety legs and is a reaction king. Sometimes to his detriment because he slips out of your fingers or winds into sudden contortions. Remember, this bitch is flexible. He’s not Ten but Taeyong’s surely bendy all the way. So, bondage is a good choice. Pink rope to be exact.

- To challenge his self-control even more? You give into your prince kink and put a small size crown on his head. Ordered online, kind of expensive. Let’s see if he can balance that if you’re going hard teasing the soul out of that dick. Since one thing’s for sure, you’re gonna drain him on the spot until he’s a tiny pile of bliss.

- Taeyong is so hot and bothered, about half-way in he forgets how to speak. It’s tough for him not to come early once you’re in tunnel vision mode, he can’t even look you in the eye.

- In fact. Oh shit. So much is going on with his face, you think of setting up a camera just to capture his beautiful expressions and dropped jaw. Those are worth making an entire black and white picture album.

- He really gets off from your talking. Your voice. Every little detail of what you say you’ll do to him is gonna have Taeyong losing his mind. 

- You giving orders is what he enjoys the most. To use a hyperbole: Taeyong is the most obedient sub you’ll come, I mean cum across. And lord does he like some casual sexy narration as well.

- Once you make him imagine your hand being the squeezing entrance of your pussy, he’s at your mercy entirely. Worse if you say it’s your cervix opening just enough to let him in a little. Or if you use your lips to make him imagine he’s slowly pressing into it. 

- You’re really 100% ready to torture this man, are you.

- Talk about using your lips. For some reason, wild and sloppy mouth movements aren’t really Taeyong’s thing. Steady and deliberate is where it’s at. Especially his tip appreciates that a lot. 

- Guy’s been singing about ‘your lips’ for long enough, about time he feels them on himself. A little kiss on his dick here and there does wonders in making him tremble. Goosebumps all the way, baby.

- As boyfriend as girlfriend, you picked that up from him. When Taeyong eats pussy — guess what you do in the morning if this is the evening activity my friends — all he can think of more often than not is kissing it and kissing it some more. 

- Why always tentacle your tongue around without any system to it. Sometimes, you just put your lips together and: smooch. Elegant and to the point. Y’know. Taeyong has nice pouty lips that fit perfectly on you. And you got lips that fit so well on him. 

- It makes him melt into the sofa. It’s the simplest but most effective thing you can pull to give some contrast to what you do with your hands. Tastes like cherry and precum.

- At this point, he’s sitting there, body all loose, his eyes closed, head falling back, with a raspy panting tone. Hair messy, sweat on his forehead. Whatever stars he’s seeing, good for him. Taeyong is breaking through several dimensions like it’s a WayV music video or something.

- Before you escalate into a full-on unhinged blowjob and Taeyong’s brain is fried to oblivion entirely, you usually pause for a bit or switch to toys. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s into the occasional sounding or cock rings.

- And, very well. Beware the mighty fleshlight, Lee Taeyong. Beware, you fucker. Once you whip that one out, he’s desperately humping it for I don’t know, months, every free second he gets, it’s his favorite thing. The whole device is pretty much permanently soaked somewhere in the bathroom to keep up with the cleaning.

- Him or you holding it, or attaching it to a chair, anything will do. But the best is always you using it on him and calling him “Aw, my poor little thing” when he ends up completely overstimulated or gets another drooling, crying, mind-bending orgasm. The power of lubed silicone.

- Best combined with a vibe in his ass for good measure. You can bend him into the wildest positions. Splits, doggy style with his hands cuffed, on his back with his ankles suspended from the ceiling: Long as his prostrate is getting buzzed off and he feels that sweet, sweet pressure and slick suction on his cock. So, best addition to any handjob right here. Taeyong’s gonna be in heaven every time. 

- Or wait, isn’t he an angel already? A horny one, but still. 

- You got the technique and the toys down, what’s the cherry — I know, the imagery just won’t leave him — on top, then? Since you’re clever and know your man’s taste, you put Delight on repeat. If Baekhyun doesn’t have the best handjob music that’s gonna set Taeyong on fire, I dunno anymore. Goddamn, Candy is his anthem.

- Bonus: Not to mention that Taeyong will do you the favor of playing his unreleased songs that didn’t make it through SM’s censorship. You know what kind of things this guy writes in those fucking lyrics. You can basically use them as a manual.

- Bonus 2: If you think about it. Baekhyun’s ballads can serve as a perfect aftercare background. Just way better than white noise, and you can go right back to where you started which is kissing and kissing and more kissing and cuddles.

- And don’t forget, as I mentioned. Veins, veins, veiny all the way, all around and always very visible. That being said. Have a good night’s rest.

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m.list

He's completely unaware of your presence, too busy loss in bliss to notice, and you use it to your advantage. You watch him through the viewing window, not wanting to miss a single moment of the show while you rummage through your bag, removing the necessary items as you enjoy the sight of your boyfriend and get yourself ready.

When everything's in order, you press a button, opening the mic between you and the booth so Taeyong is able to hear you through the soundproofed rooms.

"Looks like someone missed me," you say tauntingly, not able to help the smile that creeps onto your face.

He seems slightly startled by your voice echoing in the booth, but it doesn't affect him too much. He looks up at you through the window, heavy eyes working to focus on your figure. There's not much he can make out of you through the viewing window either, but he sees all he needs to when he notices you're just in your bra.

"I'm gonna turn your mic on so I can hear you," you tell him. "Okay?"

He nods faintly. You hit another button, opening the mic channel and allowing him to communicate back to you. The room fills with the sound of his panting, loud and raspy, and you have to refrain from groaning at the sound of it.

"I'll ask again," you say. "Did you miss me?"

He moans at your question, the sound reverberating through the room. His voice is hoarse when he speaks.

"So much," he manages to get out. "Missed you so much. Please."

"Do you want me to join you in the booth?"

"Please."

He pouts at you with those perfect lips, slightly swollen from biting them, and you can't find it in yourself to say no to him.

You waste no time crossing the room and opening the door to the booth, letting it click shut behind you as you enter the threshold. Taeyong barely even gets the chance to see you before he's groaning right into the mic. You're there in your bra and jeans, but he can't miss the outline of your strap on underneath the denim.

You can't help but be just as affected by the sight of him. His skin is glistening from sweat, his tank top hanging around him loosely as he stands there in his boxers. You can see the way he's staining against the material, painfully hard despite not being touched yet.

He knows better than to move, and he waits until you come up behind him, kissing against his shoulder as he melts into you. You lick along his salty skin, reveling in the way his body quivers.

"I missed you too," you tell him, punctuating your words with a nip to his shoulder blade that has him gasping.

"Wanna show me what's got you so worked up?" You ask, and he wastes no time in obeying.

You move back to give him the space to pull his underwear down, discarding them in a forgotten corner of the booth. You crouch down to get a better look, and he whines, feeling so vulnerable under your gaze.

"I see the gift I got fits you well," you say, admiring the shiny butt plug your boyfriend had asked you to put in him before he left for the night.

"Is that what has you so worked up?"

"Yes."

"And why is that?"

"I feel it every time I move."

"Well, you didn't have to turn the vibrations on, babe," you say, laughing at him. If you were being honest, you didn't even know this toy had a vibrating feature, but obviously Taeyong had studied it better than you had.

He starts to respond, but the words die in his throat, turning into a whimper instead as you reach up and tap the base of the toy. His whole body jerks in response, his knees almost giving out as he drapes his body weight against the music stand in front of him. You sit up and wrap your free arm around his torso to support him, but he can't focus on much more than your touch against the plug, and your skin so close to his dick.

"It feels better this way," he manages to gasp out, voice hiccupping with every tap of your fingers.

"Does it feel even better this way?" You ask, unlooping your arm from around his torso and grabbing his neglected dick.

He cries out at the feeling, tightening his grip on the stand as the pleasure crashes over him. He manages to whimper out a strained yes between the moans echoing in the booth, and you can't help but smile at it. He's just so perfect, so pliant and good and sensitive and needy. You don't know how you managed to get a guy as sweet and caring and wonderful as Taeyong, but you thank whatever higher power there is for him daily.

You stand up, pressing your front against his back as you stroke him slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him with the plug still vibrating inside of him. You kiss along his shoulder, moving up his neck to his ear. You bite at the shell of it, reveling in the shiver that coursed through his body.

"I think it'd feel even better with my dick in you though. Wouldn't it, baby?"

"Oh God, yes."

You chuckle in his ear, and you can't help yourself from rolling your hips into him, grinding your denim covered bulge against his ass, pushing the plug into him even deeper. The sound he releases is almost a sob, broken and desperate as the anticipation kills him.

You move away, and before he even gets a chance to ask where you're going, you leave the booth. He watches you with wide eyes through the viewing window as you walk back to the engineer's board, looking around at the controls for a minute before clicking a couple things on the computer and pressing a button. You return to the vocal booth, grabbing the lube bottle you brought from your pocket and removing your jeans before closing the door behind you. You uncap the bottle and pour some in your hand, slicking up the silicone as you walk back to him slowly.

His eyes are glued to your hand, to the way you're moving against the toy, and how he so desperately wishes it was him you were touching instead. But he's also focused on the toy; it's a new one he hasn't seen before, with a color that matches the plug he's wearing perfectly, and it's bigger than what he usually takes.

"Something told me you'd be extra needy," you whisper to him. "Think you can handle that much?"

He nods furiously, chuckling a little bit at his own admission, embarrassment filling him as his cheeks heat up. You laugh too, bringing him in for a kiss and loving the way his smile feels against your own. Before you pull away from the kiss though, you speak against his lips.

"Your mic is recording, Taeyong. So be a good boy for me and turn around so I can take that plug out and fuck you. And don't forget, let me hear you."

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