#sub!winwin

Ten. Is. Shameless. Periodt. He'd do whatever the fuck he wants whenever he wants to get your attention. You'd be quite amazed at how far he'd go to get your focus. Casually stripping off his clothes in front of you when you're trying to work from home? Put your hand on his neck when your talking on the phone? Pull out a vibrator to use without asking for permission? While purposely looking at you with a smirk? Whisper dirty shit in your ear when you're having a dinner with loved ones? He'd do it all. It wouldn't matter how lewd it were as long as he got the attention he desired in the end.

"Damn, this dick is so good, Mistress," he moaned loudly, referring to the dildo he was bouncing on without your permission.

You were trying to ignore his groaning and his sinful stare because the online meeting was still getting wrapped up (you had mic off).

"So damn good, way better than your strap, Mistress," he threw his head back and looked at you with a fucked out expression.

The meeting finally came to an end and you put down the laptop screen and turned to him, "Excuse me?"

His reply was short but powerful, "You're excused."

And that was why his ass was red hours later.

But he isn't a freak all the time! He can be really sweet and adorable if he wants to too. Like he will talk to one of his fat cats and be like "—— isn't giving me all their attention how mean, right?" And then pout with the cat (Idk his cats' names💀) next to his head as I'm giving you kitten eyes. He only acts this way with his partner.

"——, please pay attention to meee~" he whined with his chin on your shoulder, staring at the side of your face longingly.

"What, Baby?" you look at him.

"Do you wanna cuddle or fuck or watch a movie or something?"

He'd never change methods: acting naughty or cute is always successful. He loves all the consequences of acting like a slut to get your attention and whenever he feels super cute he likes to act that way too. I think that as you explore together in the bedroom (kitchen, balcony, bathroom etc) he will want to try exploring outside of your home too — it'll all start with him being very needy from you telling him all the nasty things you want to do to him once you get back home from the party, and he will instead grind up on you or join group conversations and say double entendres that everybody else understands as neutral, normal things to say but that you know he secretly means something dirty. And if you tell him you like that he will continue getting your attention this way. He's so creative he can come up with all types of ways to act nasty. Eating a very inappropriately shaped food (even if it's a fruit) while making eye contact. Dancing sexily in front of anyone. Touch you under the table. Draw something that could be interpreted as sexually explicit and show it to you. Call you Mistress in inappropriate settings when nobody else hear. He loves attention and there's no way you're not giving it to him.

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董思成 / 동사성 / winwin

Winwin is an angel. He's always obedient and listens to your commands, loving your praise afterwards. But if he sees you talking to someone else and enjoying it a little too much, he might get insecure. He'd want your attention as soon as possible and — since he's not a naughty boy — he'd do something innocent like whisper in your ear and ask you kindly and indirectly to give him some attention too because he'd rather communicate and solve the small issue than overthink it.

"Can you hold my hand?" he asked into your ear so only you could hear him.

A small smile made an appearance on his face when you took his hand in yours.

He looked at the attention-thief who had dared avert your attention away from him, and sent a friendly warning that you were taken.

My Mommy.

If you still didn't give him the attention he wanted, he'd become extremely pouty. Why won't you just give him attention? If he were desperate enough, he'd sit on your lap. But only if he were feeling daring or passionate enough for you to show him some love.

He sighed frustratedly and looked at you before he made his way to sit on your thighs.

You were shocked at the fact that your non-affectionate boyfriend made a move that was bold — in his case even kissing your cheek in public was considered bold.

"Mommy?" he whispered in your ear.

"Yes?"

He looked at you in the eyes, "Can we go home, please? I'm tired and I wanna sleep."

Give him attention! He's a good boy and deserves it! Kiss his hands, cheeks and lips in front of others if necessary. He's your good Babyboy, you should be nice to him. Don't be a meanie :c

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黄旭熙 / 황욱희 / lucas

Xuxi craves attention, whether it's verbal or physical. He enjoys being called handsome just as much as he enjoys being choked like a bitch. But he hates it if you give some of the attention he's supposed to have to someone else, e.g. if you were to call someone else 'handsome' especially, he'd feel a little butt hurt. He's confident, but he's still capable of feeling jealousy. Although he's jealous, he's still confident he can get your attention back. He's so handsome, how can he not? He wouldn't take it seriously, rather playfully or even silly. There are three key ways it could go:

1. Tease you

"Mami," he whispered darkly into your ear, "I'm hard."

You finally looked at him.

"Can we go and fuck? Please, Mami, I want you to choke me and handcuff me and call me yours."

"We're in public."

"So what? Let's go to the car, I always keep toys there for situations like this one."

"Such a slut."

He smirked, "Oh yes."

2. Confront you

"Talk to me, Mami, not him/her/them."

He whined annoyingly.

"How can you even think of looking at someone else when you have the most handsome boy in the world in front of you?"

3. Flirt with someone else in front of you

"I can play your game too, Mami," he winked before making his way to someone half as good-looking as you.

He didn't cheat, of course, but he managed to frustrate you enough to make him get on his knees for you in just a few minutes.

He's sure of himself and doesn't even feel threatened when you give someone else attention, just a little jealous because he wants you all for himself. He'd think of getting your attention as a fun activity. Like a game where he tries to get you to break from the act and when he does — he never loses this game — you reward him. Victory tastes good.

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肖德俊 / 소덕준 / xiaojun

姐姐 (jiejie) = older sister

Angel is rarely naughty, but if he's desperate for your attention, he might consider taking that path (not with the goal of having sex but rather just make you look at him or cuddle him or something). He wouldn't do something super naughty, but something bad enough to mildly shock you. His mind would go to something like 'accidentally' or 'innocently' touching you in a place he shouldn't touch you when you're around other people. He'd do it for your attention, and maybe because he'd want other people to see that you're obviously taken.

He looked at you for a second, contemplating whether or not he should put his hand on your inner thigh.

When he heard you laugh at someone's joke, he made up his mind and put his hand there.

You looked down at it and then at his face.

His expression was blank, but you saw right through it and smirked.

"Are you jealous, Prince?"

OR

Xiaojun had been shopping earlier this week and he decided to put on the shirt he liked the most before making his way to you, hoping you'd think he looked good.

"姐姐, I missed you," he hugged you.

"I missed you too, Prince."

He smiled into your neck.

If you still didn't give him the attention he'd hoped for (whether he'd tried to get it by shocking you by being naughty or by acting cute and sweet), he'd get upset since he can get a bit sensitive and sentimental. He really cares for you and your relationship so if you act indifferent at his attempts to get your attention, he'd think that you were questioning his love for you, or his cuteness, or that you were hinting at a breakup. The ache could be too big for him to stay composed, making him go and cry somewhere alone.

He excused himself and left.

Knowing he's sensitive and usually doesn't leave suddenly, you follow him.

When you found him you saw that he had tears in his eyes.

"Baby, what happened?" you asked.

"Why are you acting like I'm invisible. Like I'm not there? Like I'm no one?" his voice cracked and tears feel.

After that one sad incident, he'd expect you to not ignore him in the future since you now know he's vulnerable and gets affected by it. And so if you happen to ignore him like that again — even after the incident — he'd become more of a wreck than last time.

a/n. May or may not publish an angst imagine with this concept since it's been requested in the past...

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黃冠亨 / 황관형 / hendery

Hendery is a sweetheart. Your attention is always highly appreciated, but it's also expected from you (How can you possibly ignore a loud sunshine?). If you didn't give him his usual amount of attention he'd think you were in a bad mood and thus needed to be brightened up. He'd always be very nice at first and try to impress you with his cute and thoughtful antics, by saying something kind, being caring, giving you something thoughtful or pink.

"Mama, I got us food. Let's watch Netflix," he beamed and held your favorite dish up like it was a prize.

If you didn't return the enthusiasm his big smile would decrease.

But if you pushed it and still didn't give him what he wanted, he'd continue being optimistic and give it another try. If his thoughtful sweetie side didn't work then his energetic crackhead side certainly would. He'd say or act weird or dramatic in order to get you to crack. It's very hard not to smile when he's being his odd, loud self and he knows it; he's a natural born entertainer and uses it to his advantage.

"Throw it back!" he voice cracked out while dancing stupid.

"I shake it off, shake it off—"

"Don't leave me dancing alone. Come on, Mamaaa—" he nagged and tried to drag you to the dance (kitchen) floor.

If you give him what he wants in the end, he'd love to fight for your attention. But if you don't reward him attention, then he'd just feel like you don't fit with him. His personality should be able to gain your attention easily. So if it doesn't then there's clearly something wrong. He'd talk to you about it before making any snap decisions.

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刘扬扬 / 류양양 / yangyang

Babyboy feeds on your attention, and he will do almost every to have your eyes on him and spend time with him. He can be a jealous person sometimes and he hates that trait. Since he's an idol for SM he can't do anything that will make netizens suspicious of him being in a relationship and because of that you two have to act like you don't know of each others existence. But sometimes you two cross paths in public and this means that you can't look each other in the eyes or talk — which also means that if someone flirts with you or if you're laughing very loudly with an attractive person or fan girl/boy over another idol whilst he's missing you a few meters away, he might get sulky and will act sulky with the WayV members (and they will take care of him of course). And he knows that he's jealous but he will just try to act cute or pouty afterwards with you. If he's in a playful mood, he'd prank you in a mischievous way instead of being a naughty boy like some people. His creativity and sense of humor would come to play and he'd end up laughing at your reaction. Orrr he will act like a freaking brat and find a way to get on your nerves just for the fun and aftermath of it. Like he would randomly try to seduce you by dancing and end up giving you a lap dance or he would call you Mommy when you're talking to someone on the phone. Whether he gets punished or not doesn't matter as long as he wins your attention.

fluffy ver.

"Mommy~" he cooed and put his head in your lap.

"What?"

"My hand is tired of playing with my hair. Can you do it for me instead?"

non-fluffy ver.

A sex song from your playlist (or any song from WayV or 127 lmao) started playing on speakers and when you turned to where the sound came from, you saw Yangyang swaying slowly back and forth to the rhythm of the music, slowly getting closer and closer.

"Focus on me, Mommy~"

He didn’t mind a punishment afterwards<3

He's very needy and horny so he will find many different ways to get your undivided attention or a punishment. He will literally embarrass himself and do aegyo in front of his laughing member (and dye on the inside) just to get you to stop giving Xiaojun all your attention and instead smile and hug your sweet, cute, hot, awesome, sexy, lovely, best boyfriend (or just laugh and humiliate him so he gets hard and begs for you at home).

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❝ Only you can see the truth, so babе

偽裝臉孔清晰的視線

光影的真理未止息

Fade out, phantom ❞

—

( Only you can see the truth, so babe

Look as if there is no mask

The light of truth was never lost

Fade out, phantom )

—johnny ✩

roleplay

the harsh clip clop! of your heels fills the room with power. johnny is bent over the desk in front of you, a white button up shirt and blue shorts, that were a bit short for his long legs, clung onto him. you caress his backside with the ruler in your hands, watching his knuckles turn white. "you've been a bad boy, johnny." you say in disappointment that was almost too real, lightly tapping the ruler against his butt. "I'm sorry ms.l/n." he whines into the wood. you lean over him, lipstick stained lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "prove it."

nipple play

his cock is twitching, ready to spill out white liquid and all you've done is suck on his nipples. they were sensitive. only a small puff of cold air was enough to make him shudder and whine for your mouth. he always had a special moan for when you played with his nipples. they were released quickly one after another, slightly pitched and 100% desperate—painfully similar to a dog crying. an empty sob rushes out of him when you held his nipple between your teeth, lightly nibbling as he cried out a pathetic "please."

rimjob

it started with a typical blowjob. you had sucked his cock rather nicely, leaving him fucked and out of breath. when a new, unexpected request was given to you. "eat me." he spread his legs for you, revealing the ring of muscle. there was slight hesitation as you down further between his thighs, his flesh brushing against your cheeks. you licked one quick stripe with uncertainty. a soft, unsteady breath is tickled out of him, barely audible. but it was enough to give a few more licks more confidently before throwing his legs over your shoulders and digging in.

mommy kink

the tight, expensive red dress made you eye candy. it was chic, sexy, and left little to the imagination. and it was taking its toll on johnny. as soon as you got home, he had you pinned against the wall, rubbing his hands and lips all over you like an animal. he was sucking a dark purple spot on your shoulder when your hand found its way around his neck and a switch for submission was flipped. "mommy~" you paused mentally as he hid himself in your neck in embarrassment. you didn't even choke him that hard and his knees were buckling. "what are you doing, baby boy? keep touching mommy." you felt him smiling against your skin before continuing giving it soft kisses.

[they always bring up "oh daddy!" but never talk about "oh mama!" 😔]

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—taeyong ✩

bondage

you smirk as you watch him tug against the pink rope, your naked body sat on top of him, tormenting him. "please, let me touch you." his whining was beautiful, a sweet melody satisfying your ears. he always begged so preciously. again, he tugs on the restraints, flexing his arms only to have the rope indent itself deeper into his bony wrists. you laugh, amused. "you're gonna have to do better than that, baby boy." taeyong looks at you through his thick lashes and the ends of his new black hair. "please, let me me touch you, mistress. I'll be a good boy, I promise." you deny him because you knew that, secretly, he didn't want them off.

older partner

your phone rang and buzzed on top of your desk, screen lighting up with the name Baby Boy 🐣. you answer it of course. you've been away on your business trip for almost a week now, he surely misses you. you definitely missed him. but you didn't expect him to answer with his two fingers in his mouth and hand palming his clothed dick. "master, please help me cum." he said in between his fingers, sucking on them harshly once he got to the sensitive part of his cock, his chest heaving. you looked at digital clock on your desk; less than 30 minutes until your meeting. plenty of time. "take off your pants, little boy. I want to see how hard you are for master."

lingerie

both of you looked into the bathroom mirror, wearing a matching maroon lingerie set and your phone camera flashing against your reflections. the color looked good on both of you. you admired the way your bra lifted your breasts and made your ass look delicious. but taeyong, though... the lace material clung onto him like it was made specifically for him and him only. he turns slightly, lips latching onto your neck as you took another picture. you rubbed the inner part of his thigh through the stockings and slowly inch your way up his hardening member, palming it and taking another picture. he whines, lightly rutting his hips against your hand. "look at the camera, baby." he did. another whine leaving his lips when you grab his shaft. "that's my slut." you were no longer taking photos, you were taking a video.

pegging

tonight you were trying a new position. taeyong laid in front of you on his side, one of his legs propped up on your shoulder. all of his muscles flexed as you entered him, cautiously. he was fairly tight and the position didn't make it any easier. but once the toy was fully inside of him and he adjusted himself, pounding him was a breeze. you held onto his leg tightly as you angled your hips to give him the best pleasure, your name flying out of his mouth like a prayer. "s-so good, m-mommy~"

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—yuta ✩

kittenplay

the bell jingled from his collar as he crawled towards you. a pair of fluffy, black cat ears sat on top of his head, along with a matching tail that plugged up his hole. he stops in front of the chair you were sitting on, placing his hands on his naked thighs and waiting for further instructions. "come closer." you wiggle your fingers to lure him closer. he stops inches from your face, kneeling in between your legs and you took his chin in between your fingers. "such a good kitty." you purred, scratching behind his cat ears before kissing his forehead. you cupped his face as rubbed himself into your touch, smiling brightly. "only for you, master."

oral (giving)

his choking and gagging didn't go unnoticed. in fact, it filled almost the whole house with its sin and lewdness. but his eyes, big and glossy, seemed to hold so much purity and innocence. as if he wasn't literally deep throating your strap at the moment—it drove you crazy! "you look so cute sucking my cock." he hummed as he bobbed his head, his eyes never left yours, barely blinking. even when his gag reflex said fuck you! and made his head jolt back. you wipe away the few tears that ran down his face, your other hand tangled in his hair. "so, so cute."

pegging

it was a new look for you; having a thick, black dildo strapped against you with a pair of tommy hilfiger boy shorts on. you thought you looked ridiculous, but yuta was practically drooling at your feet, worshipping you as if you were some goddess. "are you sure this is not too..." you glanced at the fake dick, not even imagining yourself using it. "big?" but yuta shook his head, still holding a cute smile. "no, it's perfect." perfect... made you wonder what he did in his free time. but nonetheless, you lubed up the strap, which felt like a chore because of how big it was, and began to line up the tip to his hole. "let me know if I hurt you, okay?" he didn't respond. instead he whimpered as he felt himself stretch out, already itching for more.

voyeurism

"hush, yuta! you don't want anyone to hear you, do you?" you asked while pumping him, but instead he moaned louder, forcing you to shove two fingers in his mouth. he sucked on them harshly, struggling to keep quiet as another girl walked into the public bathroom. you slowed down your movements on his cock so the suspicious wet noise wouldn't be as noticeable. but he felt his orgasm coming, he sunk his teeth into your flesh, making you yelp rather loudly and squeeze his shaft. you peeked out the crack of the stall, that defeated the whole purpose of privacy, and felt relief when you saw the lady washing her hands, unfazed. "lucky bitch." you mumble towards him, restarting your movements as you heard her walk out bathroom, not stopping until his juices covered your hand.

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—kun ✩

finger sucking

it comes naturally. all you had to do was slip your digits towards his mouth and he'll part his lips instantly so he could feel the smooth pads of your fingertips glide against his tongue. his eyes will close as he softly sucks them with a dreamy expression, feeling at peace as he gradually enters subspace. "just like that, baby." you encourage when he begins sucking harder, taking your fingers as deep as he could. you thrusted them gently, the cushiony feeling of his lips wrapped around your knuckles quite comforting. especially when he moans against them, prettily, his eyes still deep behind his lids and his nose barely scrunching as he feels that familiar tightness in his pants.

overstimulation

his chest was already dripping in cum from his previous orgasm, his face and chest burning up from the sensitivity as you worked your thumb around the tip of his cock. his moans progressively increased in octaves, his quiet, shy moans turning into helpless whines and whimpers. "please~ wait..!" kun begged, a short sob followed afterwards. you proceeded to play with the most sensitive part of his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as his hips twirled restlessly. he had a safe word he could use if it was too much. "I'm not ready~!" he cried again, all masculinity betraying him towards the end of his sentence as his voice broke down into a desperate and pitiful snivel. "pl-ease!" was the last word he could force out before a loud whine announced his second orgasm. more cum decorating his chest and belly, and one drop even making it to his chin. you ran your hand through his damp, messy hair until his breath regained its rhythm and the tears stopped flowing.

breast sucking

kun was always fond of your boobs. even before the first date, you would catch his eyes peeking at your chest with an undeniable thirst dancing in his eyes. so it was quite hard for him to keep his hands off once the relationship was official, and even harder when you first unhooked your bra. you tried to stifle a laugh when you saw the expression on his face—the desperation and silent pleading. "you want to suck on them, baby boy?" you asked, excited for his reaction. he did not disappoint, he nodded almost immediately, his cute, colorful hair bobbing along with him. you wiggled your finger and he scooted closer, giving a quick peck to your nipple before completely wrapping his lips around it. you ran your hand through his hair, soothingly, as his eyes naturally shut close, sucking like you were delicate and delicious at the same time.

body worshipping (giving)

"you're so beautiful." he mumbled against your skin, placing a passionate kiss above your belly button. his hands massaging your upper thighs, dangerously close to your cunt. you sucked in a deep breath as his mouth traveled down closer and closer to your heat, growing impatient. he pecks both of your hip bones, his hair tickling you. "a queen—my queen." he corrects himself, and finally his face is hovering over your pussy, his hot breath blowing against your clit. you could hear him lick his lips before placing them on yours, tasting your arousal. "this is my favorite part." he says, sounding breathless. his hopeful eyes flicker to yours for permission, and you nod.

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—doyoung ✩

gagballs

"no!" he protests when he saw the black and red gagball dangling from your hands, but you shove it in his mouth anyway. he didn't use his safeword, and at the end of the day he enjoyed it. plus, it's the only way he'll shut the fuck up. he continued to complain against the red ball, but it only came out muffled and untranslated. "sorry, can't hear you~" you sing as you turnt on the vibrator, pressing it against his tip in exchange for more muffled screaming.

dirty talk (receiving)

you dragged him towards the bedroom by the collar of his shirt, then pushed him against the closed door. "I've had enough of your teasing, bunny. you'll be lucky if you even cum tonight." you growled in his ear, locking the door in the process. you could already sense his attitude coming, so you cut him off with a bite to his neck, making him gasp. "you're gonna use that dirty tongue of yours to make me and only me cum. got it?" he shakes his head immediately, not wanting to anger you any further. his cock was aching to be touched. "yes, ma'am."

overstimulation

after a long day he just wants to cum over and over again and tonight was one of those nights. semen trickled down his chest and abdomen as he felt his 3rd orgasm bubbling up in his stomach. you were only giving him a sloppy handjob but it was enough to make him squirm due to sensitivity. "you're gonna cum again already?" you talked in a faux tone, almost mocking. he choked out a small yes! his hips practically thrusting into the air as he his eyes shut close behind his fringe, his moans jagged and lost all harmony. hot cum adds to the thick layer already on his upper body, some dripping down to his thighs. "thank you, y/n."

power bottom

doyoung is a brat, no doubt. he was whining and nagging nonstop for his release. "fuck me, y/n." his tone was pitched, irritated. his face was a very deep red and if smoke could puff out of his ears, they would. "do you really deserve it though?" you said above him, rubbing his tip against your wet folds. he growled in anticipation, craving the feeling of being inside you. but knowing you, he wouldn't get it. so, he grabbed your hips and slammed yourself down on his shaft, making you scream from the sudden wave of pleasure. "d-doyoung!" he's thrusting into you with sinful grunts and groans surrounding you. eventually you meet with his thrusts, a firm hand gripping his neck to remain authority.

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—ten ✩

nipple play

"that actually feels good." ten confessed when you started brushing your index fingers over his nipples. a slight chill shooting up his spine as he sat on your lap, both of you shirtless, and his bare back touching your naked chest. you repeated your earlier movements, giving one of them a pinch and a light moan came from his throat. the combination of you toying with his nipples plus your own pressed against his shoulder blades sent the butterflies in his tummy ablaze. "would you like it if I sucked on them?" you asked seductively in his ear, your warm breath tickling him and fogging up his ear piercings. he pondered for a moment, briefly closing his lids before coming to the conclusion that if it feels good for you, than it should be no different with him.

pegging

it was useless trying to get him to be quiet. he was extra sensitive and the strap was hitting all the right places, making his arms collapse beneath his head. "oh, fuck." he muttered into the sheets. you grabbed hold of his hips and increased the intensity of your thrusts, earning a long string of symphonious moans and mewls from the boy beneath you. "feel good?" you asked, even though the answer was pretty obvious. you just wanted to hear confirmation before his ego built itself back up again. "yes, it's so deep! keep going, please." he whined, leaning into your pelvis. "well, since you said please." you joked, then continued to fuck him until you were both satisfied.

exhibitionism

the view was amazing. the city lights shimmering and glistening above and below your hotel window. a trail of bright red and white led lights inching slowly to their destination as traffic picked up, an occasional honk or two adding to the city's daily racket. but what was really exciting was the fact that anyone who happened to be in the tall buildings across the street could easily peek into your hotel room and see your hand skillfully jerking ten's cock. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" you teased, following his eyes, which trailed from the ant sized people below going about their their day then towards the windows in front of him. he imagined someone standing there and enjoying the show, which provoked a rich moan from deep within. you chuckled, gripping his shaft tighter and picking up your pace, "I'll take that as a yes."

crossdressing

the second you saw your boyfriend wearing that slutty skirt and crop top, with butterfly clips in his hair, eyeshadow and mascara complementing his eyes, shiny lipgloss on his lips, and those thin pink panties pushed aside to reveal his slim fingers toying with his hole, is when you basically bent him over your knee. "what's wrong, mami? can I not be a slut for you?" he whines, trying not whimper in between spanks. "not when you break my rules." you spat, your right hand never breaking it's rhythm, the other holding up his skirt. "maybe you should fuck me, so I—ow!" he hissed at a particularly harsh slap. "so I won't be so slutty next time." he continued challenging you, and you just knew he had a huge smirk lifting his face. finally, your blows come to a halt and you wrap your left hand around his throat, feeling him swallow with anticipation. "why would I make it so easy?"

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—jaehyun ✩

ass play (receiving)

"fuck!" he cursed as you enter another finger in his lubricated hole, stretching him out and jamming against his g-spot. he was bent over your knee, face pressed into a pillow. his ass was bright red from the previous spankings you gave him earlier, the pillow case damp from his tears. "more! give me more!" he cried, craving a fourth finger in his tight hole, but you denied him. "this is punishment, love." you rubbed against his prostate, making him scream and squirm underneath you. the cold cock ring giving him another dry orgasm. "and bad boys don't get what they want."

teasing (giving)

you felt crammed in the subway, squishing yourself between jaehyun and some elderly lady who was dozing off with a novel in her hand. you were going to be there for awhile, and jaehyun thought there was no better way to pass time than to fuck with you. "jaehyun!" you said sternly as a warning, in a low whisper. his hands are in your pants, a quiet smirk tugging on his lips as he rubbed your clothed clit. "baby boy is hungry for mommy." he moans in ear very gently, then takes your earlobe between his front teeth. his moans were very specific; they were the moans he did when he was being fucked. shrill and lewd. "jaehyun," you say again, trying to keep your composure as he continued to play with you. "be a good boy and mama will fuck you nice and deep." but he does the complete opposite and tilts his hips and guides your hand to cup his juicy ass, letting out another moan that would've made you pounce on him right then and there if you weren't surrounded by middle aged people. safe to say he got punished.

biting

it was the beginning of a heated make out session. you had him pinned against the couch, his pink hair wrapped tightly around your fingers as your tongues rubbed against each other. it was fiery and passionate, multiple fireworks going off in the pits of your stomachs from the intimacy. and finally, you bite his lip. it wasn't hard at all, but it was enough for him to hum in satisfaction. his body seemed to twitch when you sunk your teeth into his collarbone, cries of pain and pleasure overtaking the canned laughter of the tv show.

threesomes (mmf)

it was a simple competition, to see who would pleasure you more, and jaehyun, possessive as can be, wanted to make you cum first. the little competitive death glares he gave the boy kneeling beside him didn't go unnoticed, and you purposely gave him more attention by stroking his hair and praising him. when you let them latch themselves onto you, jaehyun went straight for your pussy, giving it big, sloppy kisses. that left the other boy to eat your ass, and he was good. he twirled and teased his tongue against your hole perfectly, and you didn't hide your satisfaction. "good boy." you whispered, tangling your fingers into his hair. which lead jaehyun to suck mercilessly on your clit, making you scream. he looked up with the most enchanting eyes, scanning your beautiful face and breasts. they yelled mine! so perfectly clear. you took one last look at your reflection on his dark orbs before cumming all over his precious face.

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—winwin ✩

amazon position

his legs were wrapped tightly around your waist as you thrusted yourself onto him, both of your arms trapping him so you could support yourself. your neck elongated and mouth releasing steady moans while he panted beneath you. "you like me fucking you?" you asked, winwin already nodding his head before you could even finished. "yes, always." he answered in between breaths, his member twitching inside of you and you couldn't help but tighten your walls around him. "fuck me harder, please." he requests, preciously and in between tiny gasps as he felt his release approaching, and you were happy to fulfill his wish.

choking

you always looked so gorgeous on top of him. especially when your beautiful body is on full display and you're taking his dick impressively. he's almost in awe as he watches you; your breasts bouncing and your head thrown back, releasing the sexiest moans he's ever heard. sicheng loves when you use him for your pleasure, going at your own pace. but he especially loves when you do it roughly, treating him like a personal fuck doll with no remorse. everytime you're above him, he practically craves for your fingers to grip his neck and just squeeze until he's lightheaded. he'll release the most precious choked groans as you speed up your pace, approaching your climax which makes your grip even tighter and more delightful, leaving him a mess when he's finally allowed to cum inside of you.

69

winwin is very flexible and always open to trying new positions, so he agreed with your latest suggestion without batting an eye (but with rosy cheeks, of course). however, he wasn't expecting your little twist on the infamous position, with him on top instead of you. the warm breath from your nose tickling his perineum until you made the bold move to lick his balls up to the tip of his rim, making him moan and clench from the sudden stimulation. before he could melt on top of you, he attached his lips to your clit, lightly sucking until you moan against his scrotum. "keep going." you encouraged him, reattaching your lips to his rim, and he obeyed, now rubbing his fingers against your folds, gathering up your arousal that now trickled down your thighs so he could suck it up later.

face sitting (receiving)

"please, please!" winwin begged, tugging your arm sleeve. you stepped closer to him, lowering your voice and slightly furrowing your brows. "if we have to leave because of how needy you are, you're going to be in big trouble." your eyes scorched into him, letting him know you were serious, and he nodded, obediently. you suddenly felt bad. perhaps a little bit of pleasure would make a good break from all this shopping. you sighed and put the cute shirt back on the rack before clutching his arm and dragging him towards the dressing room. luckily, it was isolated, so you were able to slip into a stall without suspicious stares. you unzipped your jeans as winwin giggled victoriously, knowing his cuteness and good behavior got the best of you. "you have 5 minutes." you said, setting a timer on your phone, and he wastes no time getting on his knees so you could lower yourself onto his face, and he moans delightfully once he tastes the sweetness he's been craving.

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—jungwoo ✩

pegging

at first he was embarrassed. from what he's read online, it was pretty weak for a man to have his legs spread and his hole oiled up for a fucking. a swift kick to his masculinity, actually. but of course, that was bullshit. you told him he was strong for taking your dick so well. you told him he was brave to ask you. you told him that he was still a man even he liked to be feminine. he looked so pretty, too. his perfect hair slightly ruffled and sticking to his sweat drenched forehead with his eyes rolling into his head as he held his legs up for you. a loud compilation of mommy! playing as you rammed into his sweet spot, his cute noises ascending in volume as he grabbed onto your hand for support. "that's my good little boy."

hair pulling (receiving)

your tongues overlapped with each other as you straddle him, your hands gripping tightly on his shoulders. while his hands were on either side of him, just like you taught him too. your lips slide down his jawline, sucking and nibbling at his sensitive flesh which made gorgeous noises slip past his moist lips. but you wanted more. your hand creeped up the back of his neck, feeling the goosebumps arise from his skin before your fingertips introduce themselves to his silky strands of hair. a fluffy moan rewarded you as you twirled his hair, your lips now migrating to his neck, reapplying the hickies that have faded. then finally, you twirl a thick clump of his hair around your fingers and pull, sending a whimper up his throat and a soft mommy. "harder, please." he requested so charmingly. there was no way to say no.

thigh riding

it had been a long day. starting from the roaster screeching hours of the morning until the owl hooting hours of the night. so you being labeled as exhausted was an understatement. but little jungwoo, who got the honor of staying home and taking unnecessary amounts of naps, was bright eyed and bushy tailed when you got home. "mommy can we play?" he sprawled himself on top of you, giving you his best puppy dog face. but you pushed him off before covering your face with the comforter. "no, baby. mommy's tired." it came out more harsh than you intended to, making jungwoo sniff and turn the opposite way. "okay..." after rolling into your back and silently cursing at the universe, you sat up and dragged his body onto you. "you can get off on mommy's thighs." there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, but he rolled his hips anyways, groaning shortly after. soon, his sweatpants and boxers were discarded on the floor as he rutted his dick onto the cotton material of your pajamas, soaking them with his arousal. his head thrown back in ecstasy as pure euphoria boiled inside him, along with his orgasm.

mommy kink

it was his first punishment. you had come back to him touching himself without permission, which was against your #1 rule. at first you were disappointed because he knew better, but deep down there was an itch for punishing him, to see him bent over and begging for his orgasm. today it was finally being scratched. he's leaned over the edge of the bed, his perfect bare ass in display. you take one cheek and squeeze it, making him writhe. "I want you to be a good boy and take it, okay? no counting, no thank yous. just take it." he whined slightly as you knead his flesh. "yes, ma'am." you smiled and complemented him as he braced for impact. you took it one cheek at a time, not too gentle but not too brutal either. jungwoo squealed and squirmed with every hit before crying out, "mommy!" and it was a complete domino effect. the word mommy spilled out of his lips over and over again, not even bashful about it. you weren't complaining either.

“I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get home.”

It's not what he's expecting at all, and he's relieved that he's alone when he sees it, otherwise he would have to explain to his members why he moans at your message. It makes him restless, not knowing what to do with himself until you get home and way too full of excited energy to simply sit and wait.

It doesn't take long for you to get home, but you know it must feel like hours for him. You find him sitting on the bed when you get there, in only his boxers with his legs tucked under himself. You don't pay him any mind, putting down your things as you walk into the room and immediately start taking off your clothes. He moans at the sight, and he can feel how badly you need to blow off steam by the raw tension in the air.

You crawl onto the bed in your bra and panties, holding the strap-on harness and dildo that you fished out of your closet. His eyes rake over your body, over the soft curves of your form as you approach, barely paying attention to the toys in favor of watching you. He wants to touch you, but knows that's not how this works. So he keeps his hands clasped in his lap as his mouth falls open slightly, breathing heavily at the sight.

You know how he wants you to touch him. To trace your fingertips along his thighs before pulling his boxers down. To wrap your hand and maybe even your lips around him and bring him to an intense high. But you don't do that, giving him something that he craved even more.

Instead, your bring your fingers upward, trailing them down his bottom lip before pushing them into his mouth.

He takes them eagerly, groaning around your fingers as you push them back towards his throat. He gags when they go a little too far, and you smile as you remove them. He tries to chase them with his mouth, but you don't move them very far. You swipe your spit covered fingers all over his plump lips, and his eyes close at the feeling.

"You knew what you were doing, didn't you?" You ask as you continue trailing your fingers against his lips. "Sticking your tongue out like that, biting your lip while you're dancing like that."

Your words make him impossibly hotter, and his hands start to twitch in his lap. You grab them in your free hand, leaning close to him as you remind him don't touch.

"Please," he whispers. "I need you. Touch me, please."

"I will."

You signal for him to sit up, and he complies quickly, helping you to slide his boxers down and off of him. You kiss him deeply and he all but melts into you, easily letting you overpower him and lick into his mouth.

"I'll let you cum," you tell him. "But only when you have something in your mouth, okay?"

He nods immediately, accepting your conditions, and you love just how well behaved he is, so sweet and good for you. You start him off easy, sticking your fingers back into his mouth as you reach down and grab his dick gently with your other hand.

“Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me,” you order.

He does as told, closing his eyes and swirling his tongue around your digits as he sucks them further into his mouth. You reward him with a few pumps of his dick, and he moans loud. His jaw goes slack at the feeling, and your fingers slip out, sliding along his chin. You stop your movements and click your tongue at him, and his eyes flutter open as he realizes what happened.

"Come on, Sicheng," you say, voice soothing. "Let's try again."

You insert your fingers back into his mouth and start to move your hand against him again. You set a quick pace, one that has him withering under you instantly, but he behaves this time. His moans vibrate in the back of his throat and around your fingers as he sucks on them harder with each stroke against him.

It doesn't take him long to get close like this, not when you're abusing his dick and fucking his mouth and making him feel so used. His hands come up, pawing at your shoulders in an attempt to warn you. You pull your fingers out of his mouth quickly, not even giving him a chance to realize what you did until you speak to him.

"Don't cum."

You keep moving your hand against him, not letting up for a second. He squeezes your shoulder, trying so hard to be good and prevent himself from releasing before he's allowed. He gasps out when you finally remove your hand from him, stroking his cheek as he tries to regain his breath and as his high fades away.

"Let's try something else," you tell him, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and toss it across the room.

You sit up on your knees, guiding your chest towards his mouth, and he knows exactly what you're asking for. He takes your nipple into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue and sucking around the soft flesh. You moan softly, reaching down to take hold on him again. He jumps at the feeling, the sensitivity from his denied orgasm bringing him close at a rapid rate. You're moving your hand against him quickly, but not nearly as quick as before, and yet he gets to the edge even sooner. HIs hand comes to your waist, tapping it increasingly hard as he feels the orgasm build up.

You move back, pulling your chest out of his mouth but keeping your hand moving against him again. He tries to follow your chest, to play with your nipple even more and hopefully trick you into letting him cum, but you don't allow it. Your free hand comes up to his shoulder, pushing him away from you and keeping him at arm's length.

"Don't cum, baby. You can do it."

He's whimpering and basically shaking under your touch, becoming all consumed by the feeling while trying to not let it overpower his resolve. It's intense and hard but feels so good that he can't even complain. When you pull your hand away, it takes everything in him not to just start sobbing. He's so sensitive, so on edge, like every nerve in his body is on fire and magnetically drawn to you. His mouth feels so empty. His dick is so hard it hurts. He just needs a little more of something, anything.

"Sit up," you tell him, holding him around his waist as you help him to kneel on his knees.

"Wanna get this ready for me?"

He barely registers what you're asking of him in his haze. It's not until you hold up the silicone toy that it clicks in his head. Even then, he doesn't miss a beat, taking the toy into his mouth. You keep one hand on the base, keeping it inside his mouth and occasionally pushing it further down his throat.

You reach around his waist with the fingers he slicked up, bringing them to his ass and prodding at it lightly. He jerks forward, accidentally pushing the toy down his throat hard. He takes it out of his mouth as he coughs, and you move your hand away. Your eyes immediately lock onto him to make sure he's okay, but he takes the toy back down his throat as soon as he recovers, before you even get the chance to voice your concern. You groan at the sight, lips wrapped around the silicone with wide, watery, begging eyes.

"You're so hot," you praise, and he moans around the toy. "I just wanna get you ready while you get that ready. Okay?"

He nods, relaxing in your grip as he tries to prepare himself. You try again, bringing your fingers behind him to push into his hole. It works this time, sliding them in carefully and slowly as he whimpers around the toy.

He gets close embarrassingly fast, gasping around the silicone as he feels the edge near. You pull it away from him, and he cries out in frustration. He wants to sob, beg and plead for you to please please have some mercy on him. But he knows you won't give him that, and the way that your fingers just keep moving inside him makes him want to scream.

"Patience," you remind him. "You know the rules, Sicheng. Don't cum yet. You've got this."

You push him to his limit, abusing his prostate as much as you think he can handle before pulling away. You kiss his forehead gently, whispering praise to him before pushing him to lay flat on the bed.

"My obedient boy," you coo. "I think you deserve a reward now."

His eyes are glossed over with lust, but you don't miss the way they brighten with those words. But when you continue, they widen.

"I'm gonna fuck you silly. But don't forget, the same rules apply. If you wanna cum, you've gotta be patient."

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  You fix the waistband of Sicheng's white trousers that you just adorned him in, before slipping the next clothing over his head, carefully and lovingly, just like a little girl dressing her cherished doll. You have booked the themed motel room for your birthday boy's special playtime, knowing too well that he's going to enjoy it, just like a getaway from reality that you promised him, a place that he can feel alive then outside he can fight his fears. 

  The interior of the room is surrounded by white walls decorated with symmetric patterns in pastel blue and pink, corresponding with the designs on the cushions on the bed, with gentle yellow lighting emitted from the intricate chandelier creating a cozy dreamy atmosphere. In addition to fulfilling your fantasy, the embroidered round-framed window, plus Rococo style furniture, with a set of exquisitely painted ceramic tea set propped on the side table, every single decor in your playroom gives off a stylish cutesy dollhouse vibe. The only thing that insinuates something not so innocent is the full wall mirror situated right in front of the bed, reflecting all the fantasy filth that is about to unfold.

  “Such a beautiful little lovely doll…” You compliment as you zip up the cardigan for Sicheng, who is seated at the edge of the bed in front of your kneeling self, his body pressed against your chest for support otherwise he will fall like a boneless rag doll, while his eyes stare blankly into the mirror, witnessing his transformation into the doll you want him to be.

  “Here, let baby dollie’s owner make him look even extra gorgeous…” You reach for the gray blazer and proceed to dress him, lifting his limp arm up and guide it through the sleeve, then repeat the same process for the other arm, but this time more slowly and affectionately. Your hands wander all over his chest, leaning down to his ear level to whisper praises on how aristocratic he looks right now, so close to his body that you can literally feel his racing heartbeat, in great contrast with his stoic expression. You smile, knowing how much praises and being fully under your control turn him on.

  “I’m not done with dressing you yet, doll. It’s getting colder, and my dolly needs one last piece of clothing to stay warm and complete the look...” You gently coo as you drape the large white leather jacket over his shoulders, making him look chic and fashionable, the ideal aesthetic appeal that lives up to your taste. You wrap your arms around his well-dressed body, basking in the intimacy of dressing your doll, not only due to the physical contact with him during the process but also because of the granted opportunity to unleash your artistic creativity on your lover, as well as last but not least, the empowerment to decide every single detail for him.

  But still, you know there’s still something missing about his appearance. You take your beauty bag with you, approach his frontside then straddle him, cradling his head for his support. You quickly finish his base make-up plus some contours, then move on to accentuate his eyes with some smoky brown gradient and light golden shimmer, topping it off with eyeliner and mascara to give him a flirty dolly look, but not to the extent of fakey exaggeration. Last, you apply your favorite shade of coral pink on his lips, while making sure to breathe dangerously close to his face as well as subtly grind on him, starting to heat things up now that he’s close to completion.

  “My baby doll looks so pretty already now...but one more thing…” You get up and release Sicheng, causing your doll to fall back onto the mattress, which is your deliberate move to test if he’s still in his headspace or not. But much to your satisfaction, he incorporates his instincts as a dancer into this play so well that even a simple fall looks pure aesthetic. You make your way to retrieve the accessory, but spend some moments to just stand there and admire his graceful posture on the bed, in an attempt to heighten his anticipation with your piercingly possessive gaze.

  “Hmmm looks like I shouldn’t ignore my lovely doll for too long…” You crawl over on top of him after seconds that seem so painstakingly long for him, and slide the leaf-shaped silver collar pin between his lips. “Even better.” You compliment, as you begin to press your weight further onto him, only millimeters away to make actual contact yet holding a teasing distance.

  “Such pretty kissable lips…I would love to smooch then invade them...sadly that would smear and ruin your perfect look.” You feign disappointment in your voice. “Or that’s exactly what my pretty doll wants, hmm? Getting all ruined and messy...” You darkly chuckle as you can feel Sicheng trembling subtly underneath you, fighting back his desires to crumble in order to be an obedient doll.

  Satisfied with your work, you begin to move on to the next phase of your fantasy, that is, to gradually corrupt and dishevel this epitome of perfection. Getting off his body, you sit his soft limp body on your lap, starting with some innocent kisses on his clothed body, then to some inappropriate touches on his crotch, as he struggles not to squirm, his hitching breath still fairly noticeable.

  "Interesting...my dolly making such cute breathy noises when touched here...wow I never realized that this doll can be interactive…" You fake innocence to taunt his arousal just like a little girl discovering a new way to play with her toy for the first time. 

  "I wanna see what can I get by touching you more…" Your voice trails off as you lightly bite his pinkening earlobe, while unzipping his fly to reveal his half-hard member.

  "Hmmm...why does my doll keep getting longer and thicker? It's so intriguing! Makes me wanna play with you more…" You go on pointing out his reaction with your hand moving up and down his shaft. “I’m so curious to see how big you can get!”

  Sicheng’s mind goes blank as he desperately tries to minimize his movements, the pleasure on his dick and your provocatively innocent words both making it hard for him. However, you still level up his challenge by pulling down his trousers further to expose him even more. Initially, he thinks he can take the torture much longer since he’s starting to get accustomed to the stimuli on his shaft, however, when your fingers suddenly go down to fondle his balls, pressing the sensitive patch of flesh on his taint all of a sudden, he loses it instantly, moaning out and dropping the leaf pin while his hand spontaneously go up to grab yours.

  It takes him a few seconds to realize that he’s broken the rules. “Well? What a disappointment.” You sneer as you lightly slap his cock. “Can’t even be a good doll and maintain your supposed posture. Looks like you are unworthy of my affection and praises.” You continue to scold him as you make him stand on all fours, sliding his trousers down to knee level. “You should be punished. Bad dolly.”

  Slap after slap on his bare erogenous zone only makes Sicheng anticipate the humiliating sting even more, as he looks down on the mattress beneath him and bites on his lip a little to not moan out of pleasure. To make his punishment worse, you grab his hair and tilt his head to the side, forcing him to make direct eye contact with the rosy tint blooming gradually bigger on his ass. The sight and sound of his spanked upturned bottom, as well as the way his trilayered stylish clothing on his upper body sinfully mocks his naked abused flesh down south, both fulfill your fantasy to corrupt your originally perfect doll, as you bask in the sadistic glory as Sicheng’s slight change in facial expressions gives away the signs of his surrender.

  “Fuck dolly it feels so good to smack that firm delicious ass of yours.” You give him one last spank before reaching down to collect droplets of his pre-cum on your palm. “It’s so obvious now that my shameless dolly likes being hurt and used…” You muse before presenting that hand to him then smear it over his cheek. “You are no longer the Ken doll for dressing games because you don’t deserve it. Instead, from now on, you are my fuck doll that will cater to my desires however as I please.”

  You flip him back on his back, tossing away his undergarments, then unzip his cardigan to reach underneath it and tease his nipple with one hand while the other pumps his cock, your mouth also working on to suck and lick his newly exposed neck. Your sudden bite on his sweet spot causes him to lose his composure again as he let out a noticeable shudder and a moan. Sicheng looks up at you, his gaze a mixture of fear and anticipation of getting punished again, but instead, this time you decide to be soft on him to save the real thrill for later.

  "Looks like I’ve earned myself a great deal to have you in my collection. Even the way you writhe and squirm is pure unparalleled beauty..." You peck his lips lovingly before brushing your finger over them. “Also your lovely moan...angelic as fuck...let’s see what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours, fuck doll.” You smirk as you get off the bed to bring some toys into the play.

  After putting on your pretty pastel blue strap, you shove a lip-shaped gag into him that forces his mouth open, whose color matches his lipstick shade as well. “Do as what I say, fuck doll.” You tug his hair while slapping his face with the dildo. “Suck.”

  Sicheng’s forcefully opened mouth guarantees your full access to it to fuck with as much as you want. Sometimes you will just guide his head to bob along the shaft, but most of the time you are the one taking control as you ram into his mouth hard and fast, causing tears to stream down his eyes. But still, you still are fully aware of his hands on the back of your thighs, reminding yourself that if it’s getting too much, he will pinch it three times consecutively as a signal to stop. Luckily, he shows no indication for you stop what you’re doing until you decide it’s time to wreck other parts of his gorgeous body.

  “My fuck doll’s mouth is so good...taking me so well…” You compliment as you pet the back of his head affectionately. “Now lie down.” You instruct as he quickly obeys. “I remember reading the manual that says little fuck doll’s hobby is anything that involves lying down hmm? Like lying down and getting fucked senseless hmm?” You snicker as you get between his legs and start lubing his entrance.

  After adding fingers gradually from one to three, with Sicheng successfully holding in his moans and any movements that are too obvious, you decide to reward him with some pleasure to prep him for your cock more. “Good fuck dolls like you should be charged before use…” You hum then stuff a prostate massager into him and immediately switch up to the highest setting, causing him to jolt, but is soon held down by your body on him and your tongue invading his drooling mouth, that is, according to you, “to fully recharge him with full energy”.

  You soon replace the massager with your fervent thrusts after ensuring some proper lubing again, with your hands busy working on his leaking dick as well, as he pliantly lies back and lets you do whatever that pleases you. The ban to control his muscles under his free will only heightens his senses, every thrust you make becoming extra powerful and pleasurable as he feels his orgasm nearing, as he blinks three times in a row to inform you, and of course that doesn’t go unnoticed as you are extremely attentive of his reactions. “Let that dolly juice out, baby doll. You have been so good for me…” Sicheng is internally surprised that you are granting him permission this easily as he cums without a second thought, but little does he know what is more in store for him.

  It isn’t until he is flipped on all fours, facing the mirror again does he realize that you are not done with tormenting him. “Looks like my doll is already getting motionless and spiritless just from a single orgasm, maybe I should re-charge your energy to make you my upgraded fuck doll shouldn’t I?” You wickedly smirk as you press the vibrator against his member, while resuming to abuse his prostate again. “You’d better look at your filthy slutty face dolly.” You order as you slap his ass. “Your possessor’s not gonna stop fucking you over until she says so.”

  The humiliation of having to witness his messy self during intercourse and the pain from overstimulation are already difficult for Sicheng’s still weak body to take. But what urges him on is his ultimate desires to be used and exploited without any free will, and the fact that you’re able to gain full control of him without any physical restraints on his limbs keeps reminding him of the place he truly belongs, that is, to be a good subservient doll for your entertainment.

  “Always in your headspace, aren’t you?” You whisper to him as if you’re reading his mind. “You could’ve easily defied my commands, but you didn’t, why?” You switch up the settings of the vibrator to the medium level. “Because deep down you want to be a mindless doll, kept safe from any responsibilities in reality, even if that means getting torn to pieces, skin to bone. Pathetic, aren’t you?” You switch up to the highest level, thrusting into him as fast as you can while smacking his ass from time to time, the physical sensations plus what you have spoken earlier both fueling his masochistic needs even more.

  “You...do need a place...to hide, and you....can find one near.” You coax between pants due to your hips’ arduous work. “That is, the orgasm I’m granting you. Release yourself, baby doll. Cum so hard for me that you can’t think anymore.” 

  The line between soreness and gratification begins to blur for Sicheng as he cums for the second time on your command. You then remove the vibrator and gag from him, lying him back down again, drowning him with reassuring kisses as well as praises again before getting up to bring him the cup of tea you just brewed with the motel tea set beforehand, knowing he’s bound to have a dry mouth after such excessive drooling and intense orgasms. Sicheng sips the warm liquid as he immerses in the afterglow, still getting a tingle in his lower body after noticing the cum and sweat stains on those fine clothes, making him look so depraved and so used.

  You proceed to clean him up and help him change into his casual comfy wear again after he’s fully cooled down from the adrenaline boost. You embrace him so tightly that it seems like you’re afraid you will lose him.