#sub!yuta

Okkotsu Yuuta prides himself on many things. He prides himself on being a good friend, on being a good person, on being a strong enough sorcerer to protect those weaker than him, and most of all, on being a good boyfriend.

Yuuta likes to think of himself as being well-disciplined, as having good self-control. He’s a hopeless romantic, and he spent the longest time at the beginning of your relationship trying to ensure that you perceived him as your soft, sweet, sappy boyfriend. And he is all of those things. But under it all, Okkotsu Yuuta is nothing if not a pervert.

And he knows it.

He knows it when you smile at him so sweetly and ruffle his hair, and he feels himself hardening in his pants, imagining you pulling it, forcing his head back, smiling that sickly sweet smile at him as he melts under your gaze.

He knows it when you plop yourself onto his lap for a movie night with your friend group, and he squirms, retreating against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between you and his groin as possible, unable to focus on a single scene of the movie because you’re so close to him he can smell you.

He knows it when he feels that humiliating pang of jealousy in his stomach when you stop on a walk with him to say hi to a dog. Scratching its head, telling it to sit, paw…the way your face lights up as you say “good boy!”, and his flushes dark red.

And he knows it now, as he stares at your contact, knuckles white around the edges of his phone, thumb hovering over the call button as his right hand frantically works itself on his cock, the small hotel room filled with nothing but slick noises and his soft, breathy whines.

Yuuta has been away for just under a week on this mission, and he already feels he’s going crazy. It’s only been six days, he tells himself, trying to refrain from calling you at 2 in the morning. He’s already called you every day since he’s left, including four hours ago when he was supposedly going to sleep – but they’ve all been sweet, innocent calls, filled with declarations of how much you miss each other, and how you can’t wait to squish his cheeks and hug him so tightly when he gets back.

He shouldn’t need to call you to get off. He doesn’t, he tells himself.

Except he’s tried everything now. He’s tried looking at pictures of you, he’s tried watching porn and pretending it’s you - all the things that usually work. Yet, for some reason, it’s just not doing it tonight.

By the time he finally gives in and presses call, he’s already so worked up, panting and humping up into his hand. He’s essentially been edging himself without meaning to for the past hour trying to get off without you.

You pick up after four rings, and as soon as Yuuta hears your voice, it’s like a new pathway in his brain lights up that was dark before; he knows he’s done for.

 “Hi puppy~” you chide, voice slightly rough from not using it for the past few hours, “What’re you doing up at this hour?”

Yuuta lets out a breathless moan, making you freeze and grip your phone harder. He instantly spills into his hand, unable to control it. Any humiliation at calling you in such a desperate state is forgotten as he whines and gasps into the phone, his eyes rolling back in relief at finally being able to cum.

“F-fuckkkk, mommy, nnnh–...missed you so much…hah…n-needed to hear you…”

 “--Yuuta?”

Yuuta shivers at the way his name sounds coming from your mouth. “Fuck…y-yea? Ahhh I c-can’t…feels so good…f-fuck I love you… hah…”

You’re stunned into silence, hearing such lewd noises coming from his cute voice instantly having an effect on you.

“Fuck… Yuuta, I–...Did you just cum? From me picking up the phone and saying hi?”

Yuuta nods shamelessly, whimpering a soft “mhm” into the phone, still trying to catch his breath, twitching from the aftershocks of his much needed orgasm. He lifts his shaky hand up to his face, spreading his fingers, watching his thick cum web between them.

“Shit, mommy…I came so much…”

Your breath catches in your throat, still in shock.

“My god, puppy. I don’t even know what to say.” “Are you mad?” Yuuta whispers breathlessly. “Of course not. Just surprised, I–...that was so hot.”

Yuuta whines softly, feeling himself twitch again. “Nnnh…y-your voice is so hot…I needed to hear you so bad. W-Was tryna’ cum for so long, couldn’t do it…b-but as soon as I heard your voice, it just happened, I c-couldn’t even help it…nnnh…”

“Aww, Yuuta! You’re so precious.” Yuuta’s pupils dilate at your praise, and he feels heat start to pool in his tummy again. Fuck, the effect your voice has on him is crazy. “So cute. puppy jus’ needed to hear my voice to cum, huh? S’ that easy?”

Yuuta nods, whimpering, unable to stop his hand from sliding down to gently palm at his wet cock, starting to feel uncomfy again. He gasps, sensitive, but pushes up into his hand nonetheless.

“Y..yeah…hah….needed it…t-tried watching porn, 'nd it didn’t even work…jus made me sad…need you…I miss you…”

Yuuta has been quite pent up for the past week, as well, his mission keeping him thoroughly busy. He thought he just needed to cum once, but he doesn’t feel satisfied anymore, especially with you talking to him like this.

“Awww. You’re so cute. I’m glad I could help. I miss you too, Yuuta -so much. How are things going? We didn’t get to talk long today. You must be tired, huh, puppy?”

“M—mhm…” Yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he grips himself fully, his cum helping his hand glide up and down as he starts stroking again. “Things are going as well as they can... But m’tired, yeah…” “Well I’m sure you’re doing amazing. You’re so strong, Yuuta. And you’ve trained so hard. I know they overwork you, but I’m so proud of you, baby. There’s nobody better suited for the missions they send you on. Did you eat tonight?”

“Ngh—thank you…” hearing your gentle voice praise him through the phone sends a fresh wave of tingles through his body, making Yuuta shiver. “Wish you were here…y-yea, ate dinner earlier…mommy I—…’m touching myself again…” Yuuta’s face flushes at his admission. Your eyes widen in surprise and you let out a breathless laugh into the phone. You had picked up on how panty and whiny he sounded, of course, but you had assumed it was because he was still settling down from his orgasm. Leave it to Yuuta to feel horny again within a minute of cumming. Thoroughly entertained, you decide to cut him a little less slack this time.

“Yeah?” You whisper to him, the seductive lilt in your voice making him clamp his legs together around his hand, head falling back against the pillows. “It’s been how long since you came, Yuuta? A minute? Less?” Yuuta whines, stroking harder, his mind starting to fog up. “d-dunno…less, maybe—hah…” “Awww. Puppy can’t even hold a conversation with mommy without getting worked up again, huh? M’tryna talk to you and you can’t keep your hands off your pretty cock? Miss me that bad?”

Yuuta feels his balls tighten at your words, tummy starting to clench up, twitching hard into his hand. He can barely think of a response, the way you gently degrade him making him feel all floaty and light, and your soft voice in his ear making him tingle all over. “Ahh, I—I—y-yeah, I.. c-can’t help it, I…nnnn~” “What’re you, in heat?” you goad him through the phone, endlessly amused by his antics. “Hah…maybe…d-dunno... your voice…m-makes me so hard, couldn’t stop myself...hah…fuck, I l-love you…”

“Did you even want to talk to me, Yuuta?” You decide to tease him more, “Or did you just want me to talk at you so you can cum to my voice without even telling me like a little perv?” “M’sorrryyy~” Yuuta whines, hips bucking off the bed into his hand at this point, “Ngh..w-was trying to listen to you…just need you so bad…m’not a perv…” “No? You’re not?” Yuuta squirms at the scolding edge to your voice, legs thrashing against the bed, brain growing hazier as he gets closer to his orgasm.

“Mommy please…” “You’re telling me you wouldn’t be touching yourself to my voice right now no matter what I’m talking about?” “I-I…nnhh…” Yuuta tries to think of a response, needing to keep you talking. As soon as he opens his mouth, a loud moan rips from his throat, toes starting to curl in pleasure as he focuses his strokes at the sensitive spot right below his tip. Yuuta whines, realizing he can’t remember your question. “C-can’t think, mommy, I—haaaah~… p-please, please…please.”

“Please what, puppy?” “Please keep talking,” Yuuta moans out, fighting against the foggy feeling in his mind. “Yeah? What do you want me to say, puppy? Do you want me to praise you?” Your voice goes softer and Yuuta nods frantically, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. “Want me to tell you how pretty you sound? How good you’re being for me? How well I’m gonna take care of you next time I see you, how I’m gonna make you cum so hard your little puppy brain won’t even be able to process it?”

Yuuta gasps, cursing under his breath, head thrown back, practically drooling at this point. He’s dropped the phone from his left hand onto the pillow by his head in favor of clutching the sheets next to him, right hand frantically pumping his flushed, dripping cock, the wet noises almost overpowering his whines. “Yes, yes, pleeease mommy, p-please please, hah… m’so close…” “Don’t cum yet, puppy. Stop.” “W-What?” Yuuta’s hand slows on his cock, his tummy twisting up. “I said, don’t cum yet. Take your hand off your cock, turn over. I want you to hump one of your pillows.”

Yuuta groans in frustration, his hand automatically ripping itself off of his cock, his body so attuned to following your commands that it listens to you without him even having time to think it through. He thinks about it more as he watches his pink cock twitch painfully against his stomach, desperately fighting the urge to take it back into his hand. He could just…keep touching, and not tell you. “I-…b-but…ugh…s’gonna make a mess..” “I don’t care.” “But I–” “Do you wanna cum, Yuuta?”

Yuuta huffs in frustration, cock still throbbing from stopping so suddenly when he was so close to cumming, and reluctantly flips himself over. As tempted as he is, he knows he can’t go through with disobeying you – he’d feel guilty about it the whole night until he’d end up snitching on himself. “Are you listening to me?” you ask, your voice sharper than before. “‘Course I am,” Yuuta mutters, huffing again as he grabs a pillow and folds it in half. "Why're you bein' so mean?”

“I’m not!” You smile innocently against the phone. “You don’t have to do any of this, puppy. I can hang up right now and go to bed–” “No!” Yuuta panics, frantically shaking his head. “D-don’t hang up. Please. I’ll be good, wanna be good for you. I’m listeni–ngnhhh~” Yuuta’s pleading breaks off into a pitchy whine as he sinks his hips against the pillow, eyes rolling back at the soft feeling of the fabric against his cock, already so sensitive from being edged. “Oh... mommy i–it feels good…” “There you go, puppy. See? M’not being mean, am I? A puppy in heat doesn’t use his hands, you’re supposed to hump something. You’ll love it.”

Yuuta whines in embarrassment, grabbing a second pillow to bury his face in. “M’not in heat,” he mumbles. Yet, he can’t stop himself from rolling his hips, pressing his cock harder into the pillow. “No? But it seems like you are, puppy. You’re so desperate, you can’t even control your instincts. You were touching yourself without asking me, you came without asking me, and then you started jerking off again while I was talking to you.”

Yuuta pouts, shaking his head as he humps against the pillow harder. “I said m’sorryyy,” he whines, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to his face, eager to hear your voice more. “Couldn’t help it.” “Because you’re in heat? Or because you’re a pervert who can’t hear my voice without getting hard?” “I-I–” Yuuta’s cheeks flush with humiliation, and he moves himself up a bit on the pillow, humping it harder, his precum soaking a wet spot into the fabric. “Nghh…hah…m’not…n-not a perv…y-you’re being mean, mommy…”

“Am I?” Yuuta knows the exact look that’s on your face – you’re pouting at him in false sympathy – and just imagining it makes his tummy tighten, and he moans as the tingly feeling in his groin starts to spread up through his body. “Am I being mean?” “Y-Yeah…hah…s-so mean…” Yuuta pants out. “And is it turning you off, puppy? Be honest.” Yuuta drops his head in defeat, letting out a low whine. “No…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Good boy. Because it doesn’t matter what I’m saying, you’ll cum no matter what just from hearing me talk to you. Because my voice overpowers every last thought in your hazy little puppy brain. Isn’t that right?” Yuuta just whimpers in response, feeling himself twitch harder, his rhythm becoming irregular. All he can do is pant into the phone, drooling on the pillow that he’s clutching in his arms. He was already so close before he started humping the pillow, he knows he’s not gonna last long.

“Answer me, puppy.” Yuuta opens his mouth, tries to think of the right answer, and just lets out a sob instead. “g-gonna cum,” he moans. “Of course you are. Because you’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” “Nggh…y-yeah…m’pathetic…hah...can I cum mommy? Please please, c-can’t stop…” Yuuta feels his tummy tightening, and he tries to hold himself back, desperately needing your permission this time.

“Say it again, then you can cum. Tell me how pathetic you are.” Yuuta sobs against the pillow, your voice in his ear making it almost impossible to hold himself back.

“I’m pathetic! I’m your pathetic little puppy. I– ah–j-just thinking about you makes me horny…all I can think about right now is f-fucking into you…c-can’t even listen to you talk–w-without–nghh- ffffffuck I needa cum mommy, pleease~I–I cant–can’t think–” “Shhh, s’okay. Relax. Don’t need to think anymore. Just cum for me, puppy. Don’t overwork your pretty little brain.”

“Nngh–” Yuuta’s hips stutter and he tenses up, going silent, vision going white, before he whines loudly as he’s thrown into a shaking orgasm, shooting thick white ropes against the hotel pillow. “Fuck mommy–ahhhh…” You talk him through it gently, finally whispering the praise to him that he’s been waiting for. “Goood puppy, that’s it. That’s my good boy. Did so well for me, Yuuta. Such a good listener. Let it all out.”

Yuuta basks in your praise, whimpering out almost unintelligible “thankyou”s as he rocks his sensitive cock into the pillow, smearing his cum deeper and deeper into the fabric. After a minute, his body slumps against the pillows, and he lets out a shaky breath, high on the endorphins running through his body. He feels around blindly for his phone that he dropped at some point in his haze, grabbing it and holding it close to his face, curling his body around it like it’s you.

“Mommy?” he pants out softly. “I’m right here, puppy,” You quickly reassure him. “You doin’ okay?” “Mhmm,” he hums, blissed out, your voice lulling him into a sleepy trance now that he’s not so pent up anymore. “Not mad at me, right?” You laugh softly, feeling a bit bad for him. “Aww. Not even a tiny bit. You did so good, Yuuta, that was so hot.” “Mmm,” Yuuta hums softly again, smiling. You hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Was I too mean?”

“Nuh-uh. I liked it.” Yuuta nuzzles his head into his pillow, winces at the wet spot from drooling on it, and flips it over before nuzzling back into it. “I’ve been so horny for you this whole trip. Can’t stop jerking off to your pictures. I need to be put in my place sometimes,” he giggles. “Dumb puppy,” you try to calm yourself down, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling into the phone. “You know that being horny for your girlfriend doesn’t actually make you a perv, right? I just like messing with you.”

“I know,” Yuuta smiles dreamily into the phone on the other end of the line. Lying there, dazed, with a worn out variation of the same expression as you, hundreds of miles away. “I like when you mess with me…” He pauses, before adding, “Sometimes. As long as you’re extra nice to me after.” “Of course, puppy. I can only handle being a little mean to you, anyway. You’re such a good boy at heart, aren’t you? Always so perfect for me.”

Yuuta whines, kicking the soiled pillow away from between his legs so he doesn’t get tempted to rub himself against it. “Stop ittt…I love you, but you’re gonna make me horny again.” “Awhh, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I love you too, and you need to go to bed.” You pause, before adding, “You know I don’t mean anything I say when I'm mean to you, though, right?” “Of course not,” Yuuta yawns, smiling. “I know I’m your good boy.”

©decayofalice

like jungwoo, haechan also brought the subject up first -- to let you know that he'd never, ever, ever let you fuck him in the ass. such a stubborn little brat. he brought it up unprompted so much just to voice his displeasure with it, that it hardly a surprise when you came back to your shared home after a long day at work, and opened the bedroom door to see your hyuckie fucking himself stupid on your 10''' toy. it was a beautiful sight to see. his eyes crossed and drool pooling out from his lips as he worked the toy in and out of his tight little hole.

you stood there and watched for a while; arms crossed, with a smug smirk drawn across your lips. and then right when he began to peak, eyes screwed shut and head thrown aback, you stopped him in his tracks with a haughty laugh.

"hyuck? fucking himself with one of my toys?" sarcasm dripped from your voice while embarrassment flooded his face, he couldn't even find the words to defend himself this time, and that was saying a lot from the man who had a snarky reply for everything under the sun. his voice was taken from him.

you continued to taunt him, "if you wanted to cum on my cock, you should've just waited until i got home, baby bear," you cooed out, your lover letting out a soft whine at the nickname.

needless to say, you fucked him until he couldn't remember his own name, and from then on out, it became all he ever asked for.

doyoung is far too shy to ever bring it up on his own; hell, he got flustered asking for you to choke him and rough him up a little bit in bed, and asking for pretty much anything. there was no way that your baby bunny was ever going to ask for it on his own, but that didn't mean that you didn't know he'd love it. c'mon, this is doyoung. your sweet, submissive shy baby boy.

so you never asked him, nor did you wait for him to broach the topic first. you decided to surprise him. you texted him, telling him " i have a surprise for you when you get home, bunny" which made his heart explode with anticipation. he couldn't hardly wait for whatever it is you had in store for him...

so when he got home, only to see you standing in the doorway, with a 7 inch strap on harness around your waist (you had much bigger sizes, but you wanted to start out on the realistic side), he immediately dropped down to his knees and began to suck you off, his body working faster than his brain, which had all turned to mush at the thought of you fucking him. "why did i start sucking it? they cant even feel it." entered his mind, but exited it soon after, he simply loved the feeling of having you in his mouth too much, and couldn't wait to have you in his ass too.

taeyong is another one who enjoys having your strap in his mouth. he loves to beg you to fuck his mouth and then go down on you afterwards as a show of appreciation for how good you fuck him. he always makes sure you're getting something out of it too, and wants to make sure you cum hard all over his pretty face.

he also likes it the best as a stress reliever. being the leader of 25 people is such a hard job for him, and he likes it best when he can just turn his brain off, lay on his stomach, and let you treat him like a brainless little doll!!! slap him! choke him! manhandle him! pull his hair! make him cry! oh, and i forgot to mention that he's a major size queen. he loves getting fucked with your biggest toys. pull out a 12 inch dildo and his pupils will turn into hearts, trust me.

jaehyun was a little....apprehensive about the idea the first time you brought it up. he definitely likes to keep up his cool, aloof guy image, even though you both know that he's a subby princess behind closed doors. he didn't make a loud show of his disapproval, he was just not really sure about it? but he eventually came around one night while the two of you were both stoned out of your mind. when he got stoned, he was a lot more....open about his wants and his desires, but even under the influence, he still couldn’t bring himself to outright say what he wanted.

"you know, babe, i kind of want to try that thing you brought up before,” he would be SO fucking vague about it i’m crying. 

like he’d keep dropping hints and then act so shocked when you call him out, “what thing, peach? you mean me fucking you?” you responded with a slight chuckle, kind of playful really, but he still looks like a deer in headlights when you say it.

“c’mon peach” you wanted him to use his words,”i’m not going to unless you ask”

he definitely prefers to be fucked when high like there’s just something about stoned!jaehyun all blushy n high laying on his back and giggling with his legs spread waiting for u to fill him up so deep that i love <3

mark also isn’t the most eager when you bring it up, but mostly because he’s scared that it might hurt. he’s taken fingers before, both yours and his own, but something about taking your strap scares the shit out of him.

“dude, doesn’t that like, hurt?” he looks back at you with a raised eyebrow, concern written in his words.

you reassure him that you’ll prep him well, and that he has nothing to worry about, and that you’ve fingered him open while you’ve given him blowjobs before, and he didn’t die then, but leave it to mark to be dramatic about it.

you knew he’d love it, he was just being a big baby about it. so you decided to show him how much he’d love it. you effortlessly pinned him down, holding his wrists above his head while you tied his wrists to the bedpost. he assumed you were going to ride him, as evident by you palming at his painfully hard cock through his spider-man boxers. but when you briefly disappeared and returned with lube and an 8 inch dildo, his eyes widened in fear, and he began to protest, but you quickly silenced him.

“relax, princess,” your voice was soft and calming, “gonna give you what you need.”

you kissed and soothed him a bunch, you knew you were coercing him, but it worked pretty easily, mark was pretty pliable and would bend to whatever you wanted.

as soon as you got your fingers in him, he forgot that he ever had doubts, and once you were actually inside of him, there was no turning back, and yeah, it did hurt, but the pain of the stretch turned him on a lot more than he was willing to admit, but judging by his moans, you could already tell.

like taeyong, he also enjoys it as a stress release.

yuta knew he wouldn’t enjoy it, but he’d try anything once, and i do mean anything you could imagine, so when you suggested it, he went along for the ride, but yeah, he didn’t like ithe was more than enthusiastic about it, though, because my man is a Freak with a capital F and if you wanted to try it, then he was going to spend a week prepping himself for it. wearing plugs around the house (that he did enjoy), watching pegging porn, both by himself and together with you to get himself used to the idea, but it just isn’t for him. he’d let you do just about anything else to him though (again, anything. it was hard to be disappointed when he’d let you cut his thighs.), so it wasnt a huge loss in your book.

Your twin girls, only two years old, were always asking about their father. Constantly asking when they would talk to him, or see him again, it broke your heart when you saw their disappointment flickering across their faces when you would tell them he was busy at work.

And speaking of your children, you were also concerned for their needs. While you did work to support the three of you, your job only paid you enough to cover basic bills, clothes for the twins, and your groceries. Yuta usually covered everything else, from the rent and insurance to the twins daycare fees; he usually left a stack of bills on your bedroom dresser when he came to visit.

He insisted you didn't need to work, but you were stubborn. You felt you needed your job in case of emergencies. In case of times like these. While you hated to admit it, your babies depended on that money. Being an inconsistent parent was not going to cut it; you couldn't afford that. You didn't know what his problem was, but you were sure as hell going to find out.

You called your mother to watch the twins, leaving them in her care for the night. You waved one final goodbye to them before going back home to change. Your baby daddy had clearly forgotten who he was dealing with. If he thought for one second you were going to let him abandon his daughters, and only be a "sometimes dad," then he was sorely mistaken.

—

Club Highway to Heaven was packed. It was usually brimming with customers; slow days were rare. Due to its location, it was a popular nightlife spot, with minimal competition. Spotting that the line was wrapped around the corner as usual, you immediately pulled around to the back parking lot reserved for the staff.

No one would bother you about parking in the back, and there was a parking space Yuta had reserved for you. But as you pulled forward, you saw a car in the space next to Yuta's. A gaudy pink Prius with cat ears on top sat there, in your way. In your space. "Ohhh, I see what this is about." You laughed softly, shaking your head.

You chose a random space to park in, not far from the back entrance. You got out, quickly making your way to the door, and putting in the code. You knew Yuta never changed the codes to this place, in spite of your many warnings about safety. Swinging the door open, you step carefully into the club. Immediately, you are transported to a different atmosphere.

The purple lights of the club caress your skin, enveloping you into the overall ambience. As you walk to the main floor of the club, the strong smelling mixture of alcohol, sweat, and weed make you choke out a cough.

Passing through the main floor, you see many half naked women, some walking the floor while others slide down poles. A familiar Rihanna song blares through the club speakers. Bottle girls in outfits nearly as skimpy as the dancers run around with drinks, trying to service their sections as quickly as possible. Men and women alike were cheering and throwing money like there was no tomorrow.

'Business is definitely booming.' You thought as you crossed the floor, and walked towards Yuta's office. You stopped when you reached the door, guarded by a massive, familiar bouncer. "Andre, long time no see. How's it going?" Your tone was sweet, calm. It would put anyone who didn't know you at ease. But the giant man at the door knew the look in your eye. It meant business. "Not too bad miz' Y/N. Here for the boss?”

"You know it." Andre gave you a knowing smile and stepped aside, letting you pass into the office. You walked slowly inside, not wanting your heels to give you away. Inside the office, Yuta sat behind his desk. A woman, presumably a dancer, sat in his lap. Her hand was on his chest, as she laughed at something he said before you came in.

"Well what the fuck do we have here?" Your casual words startled the pair. Yuta jumped, knocking the girl onto the floor. You'd probably laugh if you weren't pissed off. "Oh shit, Y/N! What the hell are you doing here?" Yuta asked, quickly adjusting his coat over his chest, as if he hadn't just been being felt up by one of his dancers.

"What the hell am I doing here? Oh I don't fucking know Yuta, maybe checking in on my children's dumbass father, who apparently forgot how to answer a got damn phone call! You've seriously been ghosting me to try and get your dick wet?!"

You were yelling now, and you hadn't meant to explode like that, but it was the last straw. Seeing him sit there, seemingly enjoying himself, while you had been worrying yourself at home had pushed you to the edge.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. Yuta looked at the dancer, catching her eye. "Candy, can we get some privacy please?" The woman, who'd been sitting on the floor the whole time, quickly got up, fixing her outfit before trotting out of the room. When you hear the door close, you release the breath you were holding.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. Can you please let me explain?" Sighing, you nod, earning a gentle smile from him. He grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit down in one of the mismatched chairs he liked to keep around. "Don't think you're off the hook though Nakamoto. I'm mad as fuck, and I don't want excuses, I want answers."

"Okay Y/N, calm down, you know I'll give it to you straight. I wouldn't lie to you." You raised an eyebrow. "Okay maybe not all the time but- you know what, nevermind. I apologize for not returning your calls. Work has been busy." He gave a noncommittal shrug, but he wouldn't look you in the eyes. He was hiding something.

"So busy that you can't make time for your daughters? They ask for you every day. They haven't seen or heard from you in weeks Yuta! They ask for you all the time, and I have to be the bearer of bad news and hold them when they cry because their daddy is busy with 'work.' I've been calling, and you wouldn't know if they were sick or in need of something because you haven't bothered to pick up your damn phone.”

Yuta hung his head low, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. "You're right. I'm sorry. I was wrong for going off the grid like that, and you and my babies didn't deserve it. It's just been way harder lately to manage things.”

Yuta rubbed his face, and for the first time, you took in his full appearance. His coat hung off of his arms, exposing his tense shoulders. He looked paler than usual, and there were bags under his eyes, barely concealed by make-up. He looked tired. "Talk to me. What's been going on?"

"I... had to fire my head manager. He was sneaking in coke bricks for some of the dancers. And I've been trying to find the source, since every other day, a dancer is showing up high off their ass. I've got to hire new security, since some people like to sneak in." He gave you a pointed look. "And I'm not trying to 'get my dick wet' as you so nicely put it. I was trying to investigate."

You regarded him skeptically. "Getting felt up by your employees is what you call investigating? Okay Mr. Officer." Yuta rolled his eyes at you.

"Getting that close to any of the dancers is hard enough, but you just happened to ruin my meeting with one of the biggest suspects in here. Candy is a ringleader of sorts. She was fucking that manager, and I'm pretty sure he's still got her running coke in here out of spite. But I don't have enough proof, since the other dancers are scared of her. I needed to get the information somehow, but alas, here we are."

You thought back to the woman who'd been there just a few minutes ago. She didn't seem very imposing from the floor, (and clad in a skimpy pink two piece set with cat ears), but you knew you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Your eyes widened as you realized something. "So that's the tramp who was in my parking spot! With cat ears!"

Yuta's ears turned red. "You uh, you saw that?" He stuttered, embarrassed. "Hell yeah I saw it! It would be a bitch who drives a Prius. That ugly ass car." Yuta couldn't help the snort that passed his lips at that.

"In spite of all that though, I understand why you've been busier. But you still could've sent me a text back, an email, hell, a regular letter in the mail! Anything to tell me you were alright. You made me worried, Yuta. We promised to communicate, for the sake of our girls and to maintain a good emotionally safe environment for them. They need us both, and this inconsistent parenting can't go on. I'm willing to help you with whatever it is you need for this place but don't shut me out. That only hurts us all. Okay?”

"Okay. Again, I'm sorry. I'll do better Y/N, for you and my girls. You have my word." Yuta leaned across his desk, offering you his hand. Resting your hand on his, you held back a shiver as he kissed the back of your hand. His lips were warm and soft against your skin. The tension in your shoulders slowly melted away as he kept your hand in between his, rubbing it softly. It was a habit he'd learned, back when you were together, to help calm you down.

He committed all small habits of yours to memory, easily able to perceive your mood. Now, as he sat playing with your hand, his thoughts were whirling. He still felt guilty for the way he'd left you in the dark, and he felt extra guilty that you saw him with another woman on his lap.

Even though the two of you weren't together, he couldn't help feeling like he'd betrayed you. He suppressed the feelings that the ache of not being with you brought to the surface, opting to press on for the sake of his business. But the truth was that he wasn't over you. He hadn't been on the dating scene since the end of your relationship.

His dates with Candy were never anything physical. Tonight was as far as it had gotten. Internally, he felt repulsed at her constant advances; he was only trying to get information. But you weren't anymore aware of his lingering feelings than you were of his whereabouts the past few weeks. He wanted to make it up to you, and being the man he was, Yuta had an idea.

Bringing your hand up to his lips, he pressed another kiss against your skin, and another. "Boy, what are you doing?" You pulled back, but he gripped your hand. "I'm apologizing. Won't you let me show you how sorry I am, mistress?" A sudden, strong pulse thrummed between your legs. Your eyes widened, and so did Yuta's grin. Your cheeks warmed.

"Don't- Yuta, don't play with me like that-" You are cut off when he takes one of your fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes as swirled his tongue around it. He moaned, before sucking it deeper into his mouth. Your mouth hung open at his audacity. You'd forgotten how bold he could be; but your body remembered.

Your legs shifted on impulse, muscle memory betraying you. Yuta released your finger slowly, his tongue trailing the underside of it before letting it go. "Who said I was playing?" His voice was low, dripping in lust and desire. You felt another pulse, stronger this time, and the familiar, slick feeling of your arousal gliding down your thighs.

"Yuta..." You say his name in warning, but truly as an anchor for yourself. "Please? I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you like. Whatever you want, I'll do it." You felt the temptation of his offer course through your veins for a moment or two, before you caved. "You'll do anything, hm?”

Standing from your chair, you walked around his desk. You straddled his lap, and cupped his face in your hands. "Yes. Anything." The words are barely out before your lips are on his. His lips were fervent against yours, and his arms slid up, trapping your waist against his.

You took control, pushing his head up for a better angle. Yuta let you use his mouth, letting you do as you pleased; sucking and licking your tongue against his, biting his lips, anything you wanted. Just like he'd said.

Breaking away from his lips, you pushed his jacket down, off of his shoulders. Taking the hint, he sheds the coat completely, and you run your hands along his skin. Your nails graze his stomach, earning a low groan from the man beneath you.

Grinning, you slide off his lap, shimmying out of your underwear. Sliding carefully back into his lap, you gripped onto his shoulders. Understanding your intentions, Yuta tensed his thigh, watching as you pushed yourself back and forth. His eyes glazed over. He loved watching you use him to get off. “I see you still haven't changed; begging me to use you like a whore.”

Yuta swallowed thickly, holding back a moan. He felt himself twitch in his pants. “What's the matter baby? You like being reminded how easy you are?” You looked down at him, but his eyes were locked onto your pussy, grinding into the leather material of his pants. You move your hand from his shoulder, up to his hair. You gently pull his head up until his eyes are on yours. “Eyes up here pretty boy. I asked you a question.”

It took a minute before he remembered your question, his eyes darting in confusion. “Yes mistress, I like it.” You chuckled, tightening your hand around his hair. He moaned, leaning into your touch. “Pussy makes you go all dumb, huh?” Yuta nodded, and you released him, letting his eyes fall back to you on his thigh. Eventually, you felt that familiar heat in your clit. Your eyes roll back as your orgasm pulses through you, and Yuta holds you tighter as you rock your hips through it.

When you stop, taking a few moments to catch your breath, you find Yuta staring at you. His gaze is heavy, intense in a way that has your breath catching. It was a familiar look. Your heart squeezed in your chest, but you ignored it, opting to distract yourself. “Your turn, pretty boy. Take those pants off.”

Yuta blinked, breaking his focus on you for a second, before his features shifted into a lazy grin. He picks you up, setting you carefully on his desk, before obeying your words. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, winking at you as he does, before sliding his pants off. “Show off,” You mutter as he picks you up again, placing you over the bulge in his lap.

You scoot back, giving yourself enough room to palm him through his boxers. “Aw, what's the matter, too scared to ride me?” Yuta bats his eyelashes at you, fake concern dripping from his words. You pull his dick out, not taking the bait. “The last time I rode your dick, you got me pregnant, and we don't need anymore surprises.”

Before he can come up with some snarky comment, you start stroking him, your hand squeezing up and down his length with just enough pressure to shut him up. Yuta threw his head back, moaning loud and unashamed. “Please, fuck, just like that.” He panted, feeling himself embarrassingly close to his high. He tried to hold back, wanting to savor the feeling of your hands on him.

But between the pent up frustration of the past few weeks, and his ever present desire for you, the sight of you focusing on his pleasure is too much; before he can warn you, his orgasm slams into him, crashing like waves. Your eyes widen a bit, but your hand doesn't stop, until you see his hips twitch, legs shaking from the intensity of his release. You move your hands, rummaging through his desk drawer for a towel.

His cum covers his legs, stomach, and your hands. You're sure some got on your dress as well, but it doesn't bother you as much as it probably should. You wipe your hands off before starting to clean him. “Easy there, pretty boy. Breathe.” You coach him gently, running a hand through his hair as his heavy panting slows to quiet, even breaths. When you're sure he's calm, you kiss his forehead, then his lips.

“I mean what I said Yuta. You'd better keep your promise or else I'll burn this bitch to the ground.” You poke his chest, and lean into his face. Yuta smiles at you, and for a moment, you're distracted by his beauty. “Okay, I'll be there tomorrow. I promise. I won't let you down, not again.” He slides his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together. He brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it.

Your heart flutters at the gesture. Your moment is interrupted however, by your phone’s notifications going off. “I should get out of here, I need to go to work in the morning.” You slide off of his lap, standing to adjust your clothes. You see your underwear on the floor, and you bend to pick them up. Before you can reach them, you are startled by a stinging slap to your ass.

You jump up, turning to glare at Yuta, laughing his ass off. “Sorry, I couldn't resist; it was in my face!” Your eye twitches, and the laughter in his throat dies. You decide to let him get away with it for now, opting to walk out of his office. “Wait! Let me walk you out at least!” You raise your hand to acknowledge his request, before stepping into the hallway to let him get dressed.

You are expecting to find Andre still outside, but instead of the massive guard, you come face to face with two dancers. One of them was the girl from earlier, Candy. “So this is the bitch Candy? He threw you out for her?” The other one’s nasally voice immediately makes you annoyed. “Yeah that's her.” Candy steps forward, getting in your face. “Look here, bitch, I don't-”

She is cut off when your hand collides with her face, knocking her backwards in her heels. She falls to the floor in a pathetic heap, before gathering her bearings. Shock paints her face. “Did you just slap me?” You tilt your head, looking down at her. “Nooo, I gave you a hug. What do you think?”

The other dancer stomps over to you, but before she can swing, you land another slap, knocking her to the ground with her friend. Just then, Yuta emerged from the office. “Y/N what's- going on…” His words die as he sees two of his dancers on the floor. From the expression on your face, he already knew what happened. “Yuta! She slapped us and we weren't-” He holds up his hand, silencing the lie about to spill from his dancer's mouth.

“Candy, Cherry, this is my children's mother. You will treat her with respect, and if I catch you doing otherwise, we will have problems. Is that understood?” Both dancers looked down at the floor, mumbling a weak “Yes Mr. Nakamoto.”

Yuta jerked his head, signaling for them to get lost. When they were gone, you turned to him, one eyebrow raised. “Sorry about them, like I said, it's been getting out of hand. Here,” Yuta took your hand, placing a large stack of bills in it, “let's get you home, so I can shut this place down.” He walks you down the steps, before a few members of his security team follow you through the club to your car.

Making sure you get in your car safely, Yuta shuts your door. You roll your window down to speak. Yuta beats you to the punch though. “Do I ever tell you how hot you are when you're mad?” You roll your eyes at him, and he laughs, taking your hand. “Tomorrow Yuta, remember.” You look at him expectantly. “Tomorrow. I promise.” He squeezes your hand, and all you can do is hope that he keeps it.

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When he's topping you , slap him around and pull his hair if he's not listening. He likes when you remind him of his place. Not going fast enough ? Nothing a tap to the face won't fix.

Likes when you cuff his hands while hitting it from the back. The burn of the cuffs against his skin is just the right amount of pain.

"Look at you rutting into me like a dog, how shameful. Don't even know how to fuck right. Is that brain of yours working ?"

Force him onto his knees and spread your legs wide in front of his face. Masturbate right in front of his face while he leaves his tongue out like a desperate dog. Tell him that if he touches himself he won't be able to cum for the night.

When he's giving you head , close your thighs on his head and keep it like that till he taps on your thigh. When he picks his head up gasping for air with arousal coated all over his face , just laugh at him.

Whip him with a paddle and coo at him while you massage the redness. "Too much , I thought you wanted this?"

When he's too well fucked to speak , he'll start merging his sentences in Korean and Japanese. "Look at you , fucked so stupid that you can't even speak right."

Into wax play. Loves the heat of wax dripping down his abs while his cock rests hard and full on his abdomen.

Loves when you slap his cock while it's hard.

When the two of you make out it's hot and nasty. Teeth on teeth , swapping spit. It's more like you are trying to suck all the breath out of him through his mouth rather than kissing.

Attach a vibrator to the head of his cock and cuff him. Watch as he turns inside out and wrestles with himself all over the bed.

When he masturbates he likes to use those fuck machines. He turns it on to the highest setting and uses it until he passes out from the pleasure.

Likes cock cages.

Likes to be bruised and marked.

Fuck his throat until he loses his voice. Drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. Hair stuck to his face , eyes rolled back.

His safe word is cherry. But sometimes his mouth is stuffed with cock so he can't really speak. He'll just tap your thigh 3 times instead.

The aftercare consists of a lot of sweet words and reassurance. Make sure he knows everything you said wasn't real. You love him so much.

He needs you to carry him around for a while. His lower body is almost always numb after everything and it's really painful when he tries to stand.

Needs a warm bath with bath salts that relieve muscle aches.

Likes to eat light things like sushi and soups.

He needs a minute before you start to touch him again , he needs to make sure he's grounded and sometimes when you touch him he falls back into headspace.

You Should Know Better - After a full day of being nothing but good for you, you think it’s time for Hyunjin’s well-deserved reward. Until he decides to ruin it, that is.

Stand Down - Hyunjin thought he was sneaky, ready to take you down just as planned. If only he knew what you really had in store for him... This fic was so creative! I loved the theme of it, as well as the sudden plot twist at the end.

sweet spot - It doesn’t matter how much teasing you’ll put Jisung through, he’ll always be your good boy until the end.

Exchange - All it takes is one misplaced gift and an over-sharing Minho, and Jisung’s dream finally becomes reality. I absolutely adore this fic, I can’t praise it enough. If you haven’t read it yet, you need to go and check it out.

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Desperate - When Kun told you there was a surprise waiting for you at home, you expected a lot of things. A home-cooked dinner, or maybe a big cuddle session? Anything except what was actually waiting for you. Not that you were complaining, of course. Quite the opposite, really.

His Punishment - After misbehaving while you were gone, you make sure Taeyong doesn’t forget your rules next time.

your sweet song - After a while of Yuta being the dominant one in your relationship, you decide it’s finally time for a bit of a change.

Mine - With each sarcastic remark Doyoung threw your way, you could feel the tension in your body rising. After acting up the whole day, you knew it was time to put him back in his place. But little did you know, that was exactly what Doyoung wanted.

Untitled - After ages of non-committal flirting, Jaehyun finally asks you, his assistant, to be his plus one to the gala he’s attending. And although neither of you says anything at first, you both know this will be much more than just a gala event for the two of you.

Play With Me - Despite Jungwoo trying his best to stay still for you and be good, he can’t. Not until you help him, at least.

Please - After Hendery asks you to be rougher with him in bed, you make sure to deliver.

Reflection - After Haechan tries to rile you up at the club, you give him exactly what he wants. This one is written with a male!reader in mind, but it can be easily read as f!reader with a strap-on as well)