#sub!yangyang

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 ❞

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( 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 )

He licked and nibbled at your nipples his free hand pinching and twisting the other wanting to hear just a small moan slip so he knew if you liked it. You took a breath patting the back of Yangyang's head gently starting kneading it nibbling at you bottom lip to stay quiet.

He didn’t give up eagerly sucking and grinding his hard little dick in between your legs hitting your sensitive core with each thrust all in an attempt to make you vocal. But the only moans that could be heard were his soft ones along with the sound of his swirling tongue sucking and licking over your nipples.

He pulled up after a second pouting looking at you. “Why don't you make noise?” He whined stopping his hips against your core. “It’s just to tease you...I noticed how it gives you more motivation to do better and you're doing amazing right now.” You giggled rubbing the back of his head. “Promise I'll make noise now, keep going.” You quickly pushed his head down back to your nipples as he wasted no time starting to suck thrusting against you perfectly again.

After sucking for some minutes you felt his hips stuttering against ours as you moaned softly grabbing the back of his head and gently pulling it up. “Ugh~ ahhh..” He groaned his eyes half-rolled back as his hips started stopping. “Did you just cum baby?” You chuckled watching him nodded slowly dropping his head onto your chest.

contrary to what most people thought of him, what with his mischievous antics and energetic personality, yangyang was a good boy. or at least, he was a good boy for you.

when you were first friends with yangyang you also saw him that way. he was quite loud, very energetic and playful, and didn't usually listen well to anyone else. he could be stubborn and he was very headstrong. but it soon dawned on you that yangyang wasn't just some troublemaker. he just needed someone who could handle him.

it took a while, but it wasn't long before you noticed the difference in how he acted with you versus the other guys. he always paid close attention to you when you spoke, and if you asked him for something, he'd do it. kun's eyes nearly popped out of his head the first time that happened. albeit at first he did it with a bit of hesitance and a mumbled complaint for show, but he was quick to help you anyway.

after that you never had an issue. you'd ask yangyang for help carrying something, there he was. told him to pick up his trash and put it where it belonged, he jumped to it. told him to keep it down at night so they didn't get (another) noise complaint, he quieted immediately.

and it was like you knew magic. none of the other boys could comprehend how you did it, assuming you must have had some dirt on him or he owed you big time. little did they know, it was all out of yangyang's pure will. secretly, it made him happy to help you and listen to you. in part because he maybe had a little crush on you and wanted to make you happy too, but also because the praise you gave him made him weak.

one night when he came over to hang out after a long day of filming, his face still made up from their schedule, you told him he looked handsome and that his makeup made his eyes even prettier, and it shot straight to his heart. and his dick.

and that's when he realized that maybe he's just a bit head over heels for you and would do anything you wanted him to. 

that's how you ended up here, with yangyang's big pretty eyes holding yours with a look of concern and bewilderment when you decided to try something new.

it was just another sunday with your boyfriend, playing games, watching movies and cuddling on your couch, when he started wiggling and crossing and uncrossing his legs.

yangyang was like a child sometimes where he would get so wrapped up in games or shows that he'd neglect to do even the necessities like eat and go to the bathroom. he hadn't realized yet as he was invested in the game in front of him, so you took this as an opportunity to try something you'd always wanted to.

there weren't many things yangyang wouldn't try, as you had soon learned over the course of your relationship with the boy. he was very playful and adventurous and eager to please. you'd discussed any boundaries so it was with a spark of excitement that you decided to go forward with your idea.

he was playing mario kart online and wouldn't leave the race to go, saying he had to keep up his winning streak and smiling widely as his mii jumped up and down with a crown adorning its big head. you couldn't help but smile at him and card your fingers through his freshly dyed brown hair.

"okay, baby, just let me know if you want me to take over. i'm good at this too, you know." you said lightheartedly.

he put in his vote for the next course and turned to you with that sweet close-mouthed smile and nodded, bouncing a bit as he turned back and waited for the next race. that's when he started squirming again, bringing his thighs together this time and keeping them locked tight. the corner of your mouth raised at sight.

you waited until the race started and he was nearing the third lap to start tracing lines up and down his spine over his t-shirt. when your fingers grazed the exposed skin of his neck his entire body shivered and he let out a breath, not yet turning his attention from the game.

perhaps you needed to take it up a level?

he was sitting on the edge of couch hunched over, so you crawled into the space behind him, a leg on either side of him, and gently rested your chin on his shoulder.

he hummed at the feeling of you pressed against his back. he would always deny it but he loved being little spoon.

"hi." he said it in a way that was so cute and innocent you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him and peck the side of his head.

"what?" he giggled as you tickled his neck with your nose.

"you're really cute, you know that?"

he kept his eyes trained on the screen, watching as the game randomly shuffled to pick another course, pretending that didn't make his heart flutter. "of course."

you kissed his neck again and he squirmed.

yangyang had a lot of sensitive spots on his body, another thing you'd learn after you started dating. two of them were his neck and his ears. it made him jump when people got close to them, especially you, but for a different reason.

you thought about this as you continued your attack on his neck, watching the way his fingers twitched over the controller. he kept racing, easily making it to first place just after the race had started.

you took this opportunity to slip your fingers under his baggy shirt and rub circles around his tummy. that was another sensitive spot. you smiled behind his back, aware of the effect you had on him.

at that he wiggled in your hold, becoming increasingly restless as he tried to hold himself. he really had to go. how long had he been holding it? how should he tell you he needs to get up? he couldn't stop now. this is the most first places he'd ever gotten online. as much as he trusted your mario kart skills, it wouldn't feel right if he didn't get all the wins himself.

in the middle of his internal debate he felt your nails drag up his side from his hip, slowly and lightly up to his nipple and he jolted, almost throwing himself off the course and the couch.

you suppressed a laugh as you watched him struggle from behind.

"w-what are you doing, noona?"

the name he used when you two were alone. it was something he used because he liked how it made him feel. another thing people didn't know about yangyang is that he liked feeling small. he liked being the younger one and he liked having someone else in charge of him. that someone being you. the name made him feel good, like when you called him baby.

your heart flipped at the soft tone, imagining how sweet his face must look in this moment.

"just wanted to be close to my baby boy," you spoke softly into his ear, "is that okay?"

he felt warm. his cheeks must have been tomato red by now and he was starting to hurt. he had to go really bad already and your touches were making it harder to hold it.

he didn't want you to stop though. it had been a while since he'd spent time with you like this and he always loved your hands on him. he didn't know what to do, so he just nodded and stayed put.

you left him alone for another race, only watching and cheering him on over his shoulder. it was when he focused on the game again that you decided to kick it up a notch.

your hands that had been resting dormant in his lap now inching their way toward his hipbones, you waited for the perfect moment to attack.

when he was almost done with the third lap, you squeezed at his hips, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear as he squeaked.

he whipped his head to look at you and you smiled at him innocently. his eyes flicked back to the screen to make sure he finished first and then he returned his attention to you.

"noona, that tickles..." he trailed off, beet red and breaking eye contact. perfect. he looked perfect.

"mm? but you like when i kiss your ears?" you gave him room to respond but he kept his eyes down. "what's wrong, baby?"

he melted at the name. he shook his head with a small smile and went back to the game, just barely getting his vote in on time.

"just surprised me." he mumbled when he thought you couldn't hear him.

your boyfriend was restless now. you felt his muscles tensing and relaxing under your hands as he tried to hold himself.

careful not to be seen, you slid your hand past his pelvis to hover over his length. when he was fully immersed in the race, you brushed your hand over him, increasing the pressure as you made your way up to where his bladder is.

yangyang gasped and hunched over, waves of heat rolling over him.

"are you okay, baby? does something hurt?"

he could feel himself growing hard, the flow of blood adding more pressure to his core. for some reason he felt embarrassed, not wanting to tell you how badly he needed the bathroom. maybe he could just excuse himself for a minute and let you take over for him.

but you weren't letting him go any time soon. you held him in your grip, rubbing your hands over his stomach. it was bloated from his full bladder and you knew he only had a few more minutes in him.

not giving him the time to come up with an excuse you spoke up, "you can keep playing. i just want to touch you."

he wasn't sure why he couldn't get up or just be honest and tell you he has to go. he was sure that if you touched him more he would have a very embarrassing accident. still, he didn't budge, only nodding and continuing the game.

you made sure to wait for the next race to start before initiating your next attack. sneakily you worked your way to his balls, cupping them and gently rolling them the way he loved.

your boyfriend cried out, the controller slipping from his hands as one flew to your wrist.

"noona! i have to-"

"i know, baby, you can keep going. don't let me stop you," your voice lilted. you were having a bit too much fun with this.

he was sweating now, feeling the slow creeping up his dick. if he didn't get up now he was going to piss himself.

"no, you don't understand, i need to-"

"i do understand," you cut him off once again, wanting now to make your intentions clear to him. "you think i haven't noticed you wiggling around in your spot for the last half hour? or how much water you drank?"

he was confused. "then why..."

"because i want to try something with you, if that's okay," you prodded, offering him an out.

he sat for a second pondering it before speaking up. "what do you want me to do?"

a wide smile stretched over your face, pleased with your ever obedient boy.

"just keep playing, i'll take care of you."

he swallowed and nodded once, adam's apple bobbing in his neck which was covered in a sheen of sweat.

his eyes were frantic as they went from you to the tv, finally landing on the screen when you gave him the okay. somehow he had still come in first. he knew then that wouldn't be true for long.

he tried his best to play, he really did, but his eyes were closing on their own at the feeling of you all over him.

your hands were working his balls while simultaneously rubbing circles into the head of his dick. the pressure in his pelvis was beginning to hurt, now feeling an orgasm building in him.

"keep going." 

he hadn't realized be stopped, his character abandoned somewhere off the track.

"noona..." his voice strained in his throat.

you scattered a handful of kisses across his shoulder, picking up speed with your fingers on his cock. he let himself fall against you, leaning on you entirely.

it was too much. his entire bottom half was throbbing and he knew he was about to burst. he wasn't sure which one was coming first, if it would be his orgasm or otherwise, but something was coming.

yangyang thrashed in your hold and let out small, pathetic cries.

"please! please let me go. i really can't -ah!"

he looked like a hot mess, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his neck flushed red to his chest, panting and heaving.

"then let go, baby. it's okay."

you really wanted him to do this? to let himself go all over you and himself? it was humiliating, but it made his cock leak in your hand.

"but, it'll make a m-mess."

"don't worry, we can clean it. let go for me, baby boy." your voice alone could have pushed him over the edge, but it was your hand smoothing over his bladder and pressing down that broke him.

yangyang yelped as he felt himself let go, no longer able to hold it in. hot liquid soaked through the fabric of his sweats, your hand still stroking him through it the whole time.

when his bladder was about half empty you pulled back to suck on a spot on his neck, a hand twirling around the tip of his dick, his orgasm hitting him like a truck.

tremors racked through his body as a mixture of cum and piss left him in large spurts, his bottoms completely ruined. he couldn't bring himself to care as you whispered praises to him, riding out his high.

it felt like a whole minute later when the stream finally stopped, his breath almost knocked out of him and his body feeling totally spent.

"wow," you giggled, "that was a lot."

yangyang was nothing short of humiliated, turning his head to hide in your neck.

"that wasn't so bad, was it, baby boy?"

no. it was the most relief he'd ever felt in his life. but now as he was drying off and feeling his clothes stick to him, he wanted a shower.

"felt really good. just sticky."

you laughed at your boyfriend's cute tone and he joined you, still lying against you while he steadied his breathing.

"you did great. let's go get you cleaned up, cutie."

he let you lift him to stand and guide him to the bathroom to run a bath for the two of you.

"can i take care of you now?"

He thought he had everything figured out, but he wasn't expecting you to do this. You had managed to take a quick look at the schedule posted outside the practice rooms before choosing this one, specifically for the fact that Taemin had been the last one to use it. You went straight for the ties he'd been using for his Criminal promotions as soon as the door was locked, and you felt the way arousal coursed through you as you saw the wide eyed look he gave you.

And that's how Yangyang ended up here, clothes long gone and forced onto his knees with his hands tied behind his back. He's set up right in front of the mirror as you play with him, embarrassment shooting through him as you force him to watch himself.

He can't control his moans, desperate to be able to reach out and pull your bra and panties off so that he can see you better, and so that he wasn't the only one fully exposed like this. But he can't. All he can do is moan and shake and become all consumed by the way you're stroking him.

It's so much and not enough at the same time, the way you jerk him off fast just to slow down the instant he starts to get close. It's maddening, and he can't help but buck into your touch, hoping that maybe he can prevent you from depriving him of yet another high.

You notice the way that he can't seem to catch his breath, gulping on air as he silently prays that you'll have mercy on him.

You won't.

"Ready to give in yet?" You ask, not slowing down your movements as you build him up to another high he won't get to release.

He shakes his head rapidly, and his wise crack is cut off by a moan as you give him a couple extra hard pumps for that. When he finally composes himself enough to speak, his voice comes out ragged and broken.

"Go to hell."

You lean close, pulling on his bound wrists so he falls back into your chest a bit. You move your grip down to allow him to grab your hand between his fingers, and he holds onto it for dear life. It's a tender moment between your otherwise devastating actions, and it makes him feel safe, despite being vulnerable to you in the most intimate way possible.

When you speak, it's directly into his ear, ghosting along the shell and making his entire body shiver with the sweet tone of your voice saying something so sinful.

"Baby, you're already in hell."

He groans at your words, and at the way you just keep touching him. He's getting so close, and if would only keep going, maybe he can get there.

"You know," you tell him, starting to slow down as you notice the signs of his high. "This practice room is free the rest of the day, and the door's locked. I could do this forever."

You slow your hand almost completely, giving him hard and deliberate strokes to emphasize your point. He groans, frustration boiling over as he slumps forward. His head rests on the mirror, with his sweaty and too long hair hanging in his eyes. He can't get enough air, gasping and fogging up the mirror with his lust filled exhales. The sight is extremely erotic, and you can't stop the rush of arousal that courses through you.

It makes you want to wreck him even more.

You move your hand away from his wrists, bringing it up to tangle into his hair. You give his hair a tug, pulling his head up to stare right in his own eyes as he gasps from the pain. He cries out as he sees his frame in the reflection, with his disheveled hair and sweaty body and wild eyes and his dick that's so, so hard. His mouth hangs open, letting out loud, broken moans as your hand increases its pace again, building him up to yet another high he won't experience. His sounds echo off the walls of the dance studio, and you lean in so your chin rests on his shoulder.

“You’d better be quiet, Yangyang. Or everyone’s going to know what a naughty, little slut you are.”

He bites his lip hard as he whimpers, trying desperately to muffle his moans as your words send a shiver through him. But he's not able to hold his sounds back for long as he starts to get overwhelmed again.

"Shit, shit, shit," he sobs as he feels the pleasure start to overtake him again. You plant soft kisses onto the back of his shoulder as he shakes under you.

"Is there something you wanna say?" You ask, smirking against his skin as you feel him nod hard above you.

"Yes, yes, yes. Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You grin widens, and you give him a little nip on his back that makes his entire body jump. But when you start to slow your hand again, he panics.

"What? Why? I said sorry. Why? Please?"

"What are you sorry for, baby?"

He groans, beyond frustrated as you slow your movements to allow him enough clarity of mind to answer your question. He tries to drop his head and tear his eyes away from his own reflection, but your grip on his hair stops him, only serving to intensify his arousal with the way it causes his scalp to sting.

"Well?" You ask him.

"Uh," he starts. "I'm sorry for being a brat, and I'm sorry for not listening, and I'm sorry for taking $10 from you without asking first, but just please."

He's babbling at this point, and you're not even sure if he's aware of all the words coming out of his mouth. You chuckle, satisfied with his answer as you move to place a kiss on his temple.

"There you go, baby. That wasn't so hard."

You increase the speed of your pumps again, and he lets out a hiss that turns into a high pitched whimper as the pleasure starts to overtake him for what feels like the umpteenth time. You see the way his eyes look around frantically, not sure whether he should look at the way your hand is pumping him or the way you're looking at him with pure lust burning in your eyes or watch the way he's falling apart. The sight just makes everything so much more intense, and he can't fathom how has hasn't exploded yet, and decides that it's solely because you just know his body too, too well. His breathing picks up as moans fall involuntarily from his lips, echoing through the empty walls of the dance studio.

"You can let go now," you tell him, moving your hand from his hair to firmly grip his jaw and loving the way his eyes all but roll into the back of his head at your words. "Go ahead and paint the mirror white with your cum."

He orgasms with a shout, shaking and trembling through his orgasm as the hot white spurts of his release shoot onto the glass and your hand. It feels like it goes on forever for him, wave after wave of earth shattering pleasure after being kept on edge and denied for so long. He collapses into your body when he's finally done, resting his body weight on you as he kisses your neck. You bring your hand down to his tied ones again, allowing him to hold your clean hand in his as he comes back down to Earth.

"You okay?" You ask him, and your heart melts when he flashes you that thousand watt smile of his.

"More than okay," he replies. He's sleepy, but you can hear the tinge of satisfaction in his voice.

You reach forward, swiping your already dirty hand through the mess he made on the mirror. He starts to say something that you're sure is probably smug and will get him into trouble again, but you don't give him the chance, sticking your stained fingers into his pretty mouth.

He's a bit taken aback at the action, but obeys immediately, sucking around your fingers and humming contently to himself.

"By the way, I knew it was you that took that $10. I cannot believe you framed Hendery for it."

He laughs around your fingers, and you laugh too, placing a small kiss onto his nose as you do. When you take your fingers out of his mouth, you wrap your arms around him, gently guiding him to lay down with his arms still bound behind him. He sits up on his elbows, watching you curiously as you reach around to unclip your bra and pull your underwear off your body. You straddle his, but not before collecting more of his release onto your fingers for him to suck off. He groans around your fingers, and looks up at you with lust filled, obedient eyes.

"Now, we have this room for a couple more hours. So now it's your turn to make me feel good."

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  "Why should I?" Yangyang pouts.

  "Don't make me force you. You're smart enough to know that you shouldn't test my patience, hmm?" You coldly demand as you hand him the garments he’s going to wear during the play. “Remember the spankings you owe me?” You tease his chin with the paddle that you know which intimidates him so much as he gulps with somehow anticipation and fear while busy sliding clothes off.

  “O-o-of course.” Yangyang stutters, “But why this?” He motions at the white mesh undershirt you’re handing him, which is decorated with a few white fabric flowers that slightly resemble splotches of wool on it.

  “Aren’t you Mistress’ Slutty Little Lamb?” You smirk knowingly, while helping him slide the mesh over his head. “You need to be well-prepped for the play later that is going to make you hot and bothered like the hotspot you already are…” 

  “Ugghhh.” Yangyang facepalms at the thought of the embarrassing SSID you just made him change and all the humiliation he had just endured. “No way you’re making me feel like that when you’re being this heartlessly cruel on me-”

  “Oh really?” You cock your eyebrow as you’re palming his crotch, making the smart-mouthed boy gasp in response. “Already visibly hard just putting this fabric on, I find it hard to believe that you don’t like what’s coming next.”

  You then insert the white furry tail plug inside him after some profuse lubing, before commanding him to get on his knees, securing the white choker and chain on him and giving it a firm tug.

  “Now you’d better sit and behave like a sheepish little lamb you should be or otherwise there’d be more consequences-”

  “Consequences of what? More spankings? Is that the only type of punishment you can only think of?” Yangyang’s eyes gleams with defiance while he sneers. “Why would you think I would let you boss me around just because now you have me dressed in this stupid attire?”

  You shake your head in disappointment, “I thought I could go easier on you this time, brat. “ You hiss while giving a firm tug from the roots of the boy’s hair. “Guess the humiliation play on the SSID wasn’t enough, huh?”

  “So what exactly is the consequence, huh, O Mistress?” Yangyang still retorts with a smirk despite his wincing from your pull. “Bet you could never come up with a better one other than a spanking- hngghh!”

  Yangyang’s riposte is cut short by a slap across his face, with your other hand cradling the other side of his cheek as a secure, exactly like you two had agreed on. “Now you’ve wasted your chance of winning my gentleness.” You purr menancingly into the boy’s ear while still pulling on the chain. “You want to be a sharp-tongued brat? Go ahead and be one then even with this on.”

  You reach for the pet muzzle and white leather handcuffs hidden under the sheets on the bed, after taking a mental note to thank yourself for hiding it beforehand to win over that bratty boy, you immediately secure them around his snout and wrists, rendering him into a whiny struggling mess, glaring up at you.

  “Well?” You grin as you pull hard on the chain, forcing the boy to crawl forward in a pathetically restrained manner. “Are you satisfied with this little punishment now? My cocky little brat?”

  You then command him to follow your lead, to the silver wall anchor designated for this session and make a quick effort securing the chain to it, before dishing out another pair of handcuffs, cuffing both Yangyang’s hands to his ankles, and looking back to his indignant stare.

  “Aww no use glaring at me like that, you untamed little brat.” You smirk knowingly. Just then a notification popped up on your phone, it’s from your staff team groupchat, and your supervisor has tagged you in it, in order to ask you about the details of upcoming projects of new shootings.

  “What a pleasant surprise,” You simper while waving your phone at Yangyang. “Somehow I need to answer something important, and you’d better wait up-” A jolt goes through Yangyang’s body as he lets out a weak whimper and crumbles back on his knees. “Because I conveniently forgot to remind you, that this fucking plug fucking vibrates.” You smirk while turning the vibrations to the lowest settings via your phone app to tease the boy, before hopping on the bed far enough that the boy can never reach, and going back to your phone to make discussions with your supervisor.

  In just a few minutes, Yangyang is soon trapped in a haze of unfulfilled lust, the vibrator doing vicious tricks to his sweetest spot, yet he can’t fuss with his voice and words as usual to win your attention and make you do something about it. All he can do now is to fuck his dick against the soft mattress-covered side of the bed, his head hanging on the edge of it to stare at your focused form, eyes filled with frustration.

  But you soon noticed his misbehavior with the continuous rocking of the bed. “Stop it, you perverted little brat.” You come down from the bed to make a few more ties of the chain on the anchor to make him unable to reach the bed, obviously annoyed. “You are making me unable to focus on my job.” You icily state as you switch up the vibrator to the medium settings, making the boy arch his back and lower his head, with his cock twitching vulnerably, in response. “Dare to get yourself off without my permission earns more fucked-out rounds for you, understand, you fucking little bratty lamb?”

  You try hard to focus on responding to your supervisor’s demanding questions in time and with ease without the little snorts and pathetic noises Yangyang makes beside you to have any effect on your functioning rationality. Just when waiting for the response from the groupchat, you see the sinful sight of Yangyang fidgeting and pacing on the floor, giving you the most pleading and vulnerable look he’s ever gave you, the look so meek and cute which would’ve granted him sooner release if he’d always been this obedient. Internally giving yourself a gleeful smile of triumph, you originally decide to have your way with the suffering boy underneath. But then another message from your fellow colleague, who is also one of your best friends in the work field, happens to leap onto your screen. most likely complaining about the disparity of distribution of workload, and somehow this gives you another devilish idea to torture the smart-mouthed boy now pitifully leaking and moaning beside you.

  “Want some release, huh naughty boy?” You smirk down at him, as Yangyang fervently yet shakily nods. “If you want to cum, you’d better keep your voice down so you don’t embarrass yourself, brat.” You hiss before turning to voice call your colleague via the messaging app, making Yangyang’s body jump with warning.

  Streams of complaints soon begin to flow from the other side of your phone as you pretend to be fully attentive, yet your hand is drawing circles on the tip of Yangyang’s dripping length viciously slow, as the boy can do nothing but furrow his brows, indulging in the feeling but also refraining hard to not make any form of noise.

  Just when you and your colleague are too centered on picking out the wrongdoings of your supervisor, you can tell from the expressions of your boy that he’s close to his release, so you suddenly slip your hand away from Yangyang’s throbbing cock, making the boy whimper out loud of loss in response. Mortified by the sound he makes, he intends to back away, yet you just scoot even closer to him, simpering at his mishap.

  And of course, that sound didn’t go unnoticed by your friend, as she inquires about the whatabouts of it, while you just leisurely replies it’s just a loud grunt someone makes whist chit-chattering outside your window as if your other hand isn’t stained with your boyfriend’s pre-cum right now.

  The adding humiliation is making Yangyang blushing, sweating and radiating with heat of arousal, yet his inability to speak, move or even whine out is a plus-one to the exhilaration of the whole thing. Just when he thinks he’s going to combust due to the opprobrium, thankfully your friend decides to hang up and leave the playtime for the two of you.

  “Isn’t that fun?” You knowingly grin as you’re pumping his length teasingly slow. "You finally get to pay for trying to fluster me in public so many times?" You mockingly inquire as you lean closer to him. “Say, do you truly want to cum?” 

  The boy pitifully nods again but is soon held back by you grasping on his shoulder and a motion of shush. “Okay okay I get it, but you would’ve looked much more beautiful cumming whilst getting fucked like an animal and punished like a bad little boy…now bend over” You devilishly grin as you reach for the paddle and take out the plug, making the boy whine out at the sense of loss, as you press down on his back, rendering him into an ass-up position.

  “Since you can’t count with your snout secured like that…how about you count out every spank with the movements of your butt? Hmm? Isn’t that a unique kind of punishment, you bratty little lamb?” You sneer as you’re tapping the paddle on his ass, hand still pressing hard down on his back. “Looks like I am able to conjure up with other forms of punishment aside from spanking judging from what you just endured huh? Now count until 40.”

  You then land a loud snap on his rear, as Yangyang, now desperate to end the ordeal, can do nothing but swivel his ass in a vertical movement, as if writing the number 1. “What a good little lamb...” You compliment as you land another smack on him, as your boyfriend soon writes the number 2 with his rear in response, while your hand comes down to soothe his rear that starts to reddishly glow, and plays with his cock from time to time.

  Spank after spank is Yangyang getting tearier and more humiliated, the sense of sting and restraints overwhelming him as you can’t help but kiss away the trickles of salty liquid. Finally reaching the fortieth spank, without much protest from your boyfriend, surprisingly, you decide to give him some physical pleasure he deserves.

  “Finally remorseful for talking back and being a nuisance, huh?” You inquire coquettishly while combing your fingers through his hair to comfort him down, at least a little. “Now, shall I fuck and pleasure your every possible orifice like an insatiable little lamb you are now hmm?”

  You quickly equip yourself with your squirting strap-on before releasing the muzzle off Yangyang’s face, just to immediately slam the dildo into his mouth. “Slick my cock that I am going to fuck you with with that filthy mouth of yours.” You gleefully command. “I’m gonna cleanse that brattiness out of my precious little lamb until he’s sorry and there’s no trace of it…” You smirk in delight as you resume fucking his face.

  Tears threaten to stream down Yangyang’s face again as you are roughing his mouth up while grabbing his head close to you, whilst attentively looking for any signs of distress or the safety gesture Yangyang would use if it’s going too much. After making sure there’s no warning signs from the boy, you decide to press onto the balls on the dildo to release some of the fake cum you had loaded in it beforehand, making the boy messily cough out in response as his mouth is filled with the lewd edible white liquid.

  “Such a filthy yet beautiful sight to see…” You praise the boy as you give him gentle headpats as he’s recovering from the choke. “Now, should I get to fuck the horny ass of my cute little lamb, hmm?”

  Not waiting for your boy to respond, you immediately grab your dark red lipstick with you, putting a generous shade of it on, holding it for later purposes as you begin thrusting into him after some necessary lubing again. Soon slick skin slapping sounds and Yangyang’s moans echo in the room, as you start bending down and kissing him on his sweetest sensitive spots, leaving red marks behind, as if claiming your precious boy yours.

  “Look at you, moaning and melting beneath my thrusts like this, you are truly a slutty little lamb aren’t you?”

  “No-ahh!” Yangyang’s retort is cut short by a harsh slap on his ass again.

  “No? Then I’m afraid this hard thing wouldn’t be granted any release too soon…” You mock disappointment in your voice.

  “Hannhh no… please I’m your little slut okay...your...hahhh,,,your little slutty lamb...mmmphh…” 

  “That’s my precious little lamb…” You compliment again as you toy with the hem of the mesh a couple of times, just to pool it at his shoulders to reveal his bare torso, and then you uncap your dark red lipstick, writing “Mistress’ Slutty Little Lamb” on his body, before leaning down to plant a kiss on his shoulder again and stroking his cock, while resuming pounding into him hard.

  You notice Yangyang is nearing his climax when his breathing accelerates into a ragged pattern. “Beg, my pretty little lamb, beg. Why is my smart-mouthed brat lost of words now?” 

  “Please, Mistress, make me cum...pleeaasseee…”

  “Good boy…” You coo as you fervently give him a few generous pumps, allowing hot spurts of white shoots ejaculating out of his cock. But while Yangyang thinks he’s escaped the ordeal, he doesn’t realize what you still have in store of him until he finds that your hand is still vehemently pumping his cock.

  Pain soon invades his body as his attempts to struggle away from your firm grip are proved futile. “I thought you said you want me to make you cum, isn’t it, my cute little lamb?” You chortle out ruthlessly.

  “Nonononono not like this…” Yangyang stammers out.

  “So you promise you would never talk back to me anymore?”

  “Y-yes for God’s sake!”   “You promise you would never ever try to make lame sexual jokes and attempt to fluster me in public?”

  “Yes p-please stop…” Yangyang practically wails out as he feels his next orgasm mixed with pain is nearing him.

  “You sure you would be my good little slutty pet lamb and only for me to use and play with?”

  “Y-yesss anything! P-pleeasseee!” Yangyang sobs as his whole body quivers at the overwhelming pleasure and affliction, as you finally grant him the second release that shudders through his whole body.

  “Finally, our sharp-tongued brat has learned his lesson, hasn’t he? Hmm? My sweetie boy…” You coo as you give gentle rubs on his head as Yangyang gradually comes down from his high, his breathing dropping back to normal again.

  “Why is my Mistress this cruel…” Yangyang meekly sobs while he leans into your chest, basking into the warmth of it.

  “Yet you love it,” You retort. “and plus you’re being the defiant one first here I’m-”

  “Shhh we’ve already spent most of our time having heated arguments, why should we ruin this perfect afterglow moment with those stupid fights?” Yangyang grins while still nuzzling your chest, making you feel absolutely fulfilled. “Save the bickering for later lol.”

  “Instant recovery, huh?” You can’t help but remark as you savor the moments of bliss where Yangyang is finally being a meek obedient boy nestled on your chest. As you are undoing his restraints, Yangyang asks, “What did you write on my back?”

  “Of course, your first SSID I made you change.” 

  “Ugghh you bossy...nevermind save that for later.” Yangyang bites back his riposte as he cuddles up close to you on the bed.

  You smile while embracing your now cutesy little lamb, glad that there’s finally a moment of peace and truce between you two. 

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