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Your fingers are laced tight through his hair, pulling his head back - when he swallows it's obvious, the delicate skin across his neck taut. You can see, through his lashes and half-lidded eyes, that his gaze is hazy and unfocused.

You're both silhouetted against the harsh glare from his computer screens, the rest of the studio dimly lit - time and time again you've scolded him for straining his eyes, but he never listens. Whatever helps his inspiration.

"You know I avoid doing this when I can, Chan. I don't like tearing you away from your work because I know it's literally your job." You let the silence linger after your statement, watch as he blinks slowly but doesn't respond. It's clear he's already starting to slip, no longer focused on anything but you and your instructions.

"But you need sleep. So we're going to go home, and I'm going to exhaust you, and when you can't orgasm anymore I'm going to clean you up while you finally doze off. Alright?" The hand of yours in his hair gently guides him into a nod, forcing him to agree non-verbally. He knows that isn't good enough but you allow him the time to slowly drift back to the surface, throat tight with need and want.

“oh god, the day just kept on going and going, felt like it was never going to end,” you murmur, walking up to him as he stands up from the couch to give him a kiss, “oh how i missed you.”

he runs his fingers through your hair while humming to fill the silence that falls upon the atmosphere. it’s comfortable. it’s like he’s the definition of comfort, “i made you dinner but it got cold so i put it in the fridge. let me know when you want to reheat it.”

“thank you,” you mumble against his skin, cheekily pressing kisses to his neck just to be cute, but then you start giggling.

“what’s so funny?” he asks, turning his head a bit to try and face you but you stop him.

“you still have a hickey on your neck.”

“im sure you do too! i left quite a few a couple nights ago,” he groans.

“yeah, on my thighs. i can hide that easily,” you brush him off as he huffs, “let me guess, they‘ve been making fun of you for having to get that covered up?”

“they make fun of me for literally anything i do,” he sighs, “i’ll breathe weirdly and they’ll mock me. there was no escaping this fate.”

“i’m so sorry, my prince. i shouldn’t have left that little guy there if i knew you’d be taunted for it,” you say sarcastically, and he rolls his eyes, “really though, it’s darker than it should be after a few days. i must have got you good.”

“of course the one day you take your sweet time with me,” he huffs, “it’s all good. i don’t mind it. i love satisfying you, whatever that means.”

“whatever that means? ooh, he’s feeling dangerous tonight,” you smile away from him, acting suspicious on purpose, “i wouldn’t say that if i were you.”

“what? you got some really weird kink i don’t already know about? do you secretly like toes or something of that sort?”

“well no, you can tell because i’m never not wearing at least socks around you i literally hate to-” you cut yourself off when you see how amused he looks, “i just think you should be a little more cautious about how you speak.”

“and why’s that?”

you sigh, “because i will definitely take you up on your offer on ‘satisfying me, whatever that means’.”

“well, my love, it’s not that late-”

“ki, it is that late-”

“is it really?” oh no, he’s gone into teasing-and-charming-until-he-gets-what-he-wants mode, “is it too late? because i’m starting to feel like it wouldn’t be so awful if you were to leave a couple more marks, maybe even pull my hair-”

“baby i love you so much and i’d do literally anything else for you, but i will not be pulling your hair. i refuse to be held accountable for ripping out an idol’s precious hair.”

“but you’re fine with being held accountable for ruining an idol’s precious skin? you know people lose their minds over how flawless my skin looks.”

“i’m sure they do, ki, because i’m one of them.”

he groans, “oh god, that was cringey, even for us.”

the room goes silent as you ponder what you wanted to do. i’m tired and i have a full day tomorrow, i can’t afford to lose more sleep- you ponder while you absentmindedly run your hands against his sides, tickling him slightly. he holds himself together but not enough for you to not notice.

“okay fine, you got me. i have officially been won over,” you say dramatically, as if he had just secured a major victory, “what do you want?”

he thinks for a moment, then grabs your hand and kisses it, “i want you.”

“very clever, baby. be more specific, would you?”

he sighs with similar dramatics, “you said you had a long day, and even just putting up with me looks like it’s tiring you out. wouldn’t it be great if you had a loving boyfriend who loves it when you get out all that energy with him?”

“yes, i suppose that would be nice.”

“then how about you use that loving boyfriend to satisfy yourself?”

“what is with you and-”

“don’t even say that-”

“who said you were in control here mr. ‘fuck your boyfriend to get out all your stress’?”

“i’m not! i’m just point out you’re so hung up on what i’m saying, and not at all hung up on the fact that your loving boyfriend is desperate for you, honey.”

“oh, well, in that case, i guess i have to give him what he wants.”

“i guess you do.”

and that was that. you were already all over each other, the only difference is that it’s on your bed and he’s under you instead of being in front of you. that and his shirt is already off.

“you’re so obsessed with marking me like i’m your territory. what are you, a dog?”

“you are my territory,” you murmur, dragging your teeth against his neck, lowering yourself even more until kisses against his stomach have him shivering, “and i intend to make that known.”

“yeah, while my stylists cover it up. all that happens is make my crazy fans think that i’m sleeping with every girl and guy in the city.”

“are you?”

“this is a trap isn’t it? no, baby, i’m not a whore.”

“hey, give whores some respect,” you slap his stomach lightly, “besides, you’re right i suppose. you’re not a whore, you’re just mine.”

“guess i walked right into that one huh?”

“yeah you did, baby,” you smile, then continuing to suck and bite on his stomach to keep leaving marks. they almost look like- “wait, let me take a photo, without your face in it obviously. please.”

“that’s fine, but what did you do?”

you smile with childish excitement as you snap the photo of his stomach full of hickies, “i made a heart.” he looks down, and you definitely.. made a heart. it would be cute if he didn’t have to wear a mesh shirt with a jacket in the morning. whoops. maybe the fans will comment on how conservative he dresses again. as much as it annoys him, it’s probably preferable to the alternative.

“oh, you just look so cute, ki, i don’t even know what to do with myself.”

“if you don’t know can i put in a request?” he says teasingly, “can we fuck already?”

you roll your eyes, “oh baby, are you getting so horny that it’s unbearable?”

“yeah, i am. my dick is crying to me.”

“shameless. i love it,” you undo the button on his pants, pulling them, along with his underwear, down with his assistance, “oh, hello. you look happy to see me.”

“please don’t talk to my dick.”

“what? poor guy needs some attention too!”

“i’m literally gonna cry.”

you smirk at the mistake he just made, “go ahead, you know that i’d like that.”

“i’m sure you would, definitely more than i like this conversation,” he sighs like a drama queen again.

then how about we quit talking. you touch him, tease him, give him just enough, then just barely not enough, then nowhere near enough. he knew this was to be expected, your hands seemed to have a mind of their own and were even more of a tease than you sometimes.

and then you give him what he wants, you sink down on his cock. he doesn’t resist, just lies there, letting you do whatever you want to him. you choose the pace, the movements you make, the what your hands do, what his hands can do. you control it entirely.

you chose to pin his arms above his head, fondling his chest with the other. using your thumb to play with one of his nipples.

“im not sure if you’re more obsessed with marking me or touching my chest.”

you smirk, “all i’m saying is,” you pause to slow down and catch your breath, “these? half the reason you’re under me right now.”

“oh really?”

“for sure, mommy,” you say with a laugh, “but honestly? i just love every part of you, these included. forgive me if i’m handsy.”

“no can do- i really… really like it when you get handsy. makes me feel like,” his voice cracks, you can see just how worked up he’s gotten, “like i’m desired. like my body is good enough for you.”

what always gets him to shut up without him knowing what you’re doing is spelling his name with your movements when you ride him, but you don’t forget to whisper in his ear about how perfect his body is and how perfect he is.

“i just- i really love you. you’re perfect to me, too,” he whimpers as he moans, closer and closer, “i want you forever. i want you- you to love me forever.”

“you can have me forever, and i absolutely will,” you smile, “do you wanna cum, baby?” he nods frantically, “okay, okay, you can cum. think about how good i make you feel, how safe it feels to be in my room, under me. give me all your trust, and i will never let you go.”

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that what has you so worked up?"

"Yes."

"And why is that?"

"I feel it every time I move."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh God, yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He did everything hedonistically, but when it came to this actual hedonistic act he was more wrecked worship, praying at your altar and loving religiously.

Or fearfully.

"Heechul -" It's a gasp, mostly because he hasn't stopped kissing you long enough for you to breathe. "I'm not going anywhere, calm down. We have all the time in the world."

He looks anything but calm, pupils blown and hair disheveled, fists curling into the covers of his stupidly perfectly made bed, matching the rest of his stupidly perfect house. There's something almost gratifying about seeing him at the center of it all, a complete mess surrounded by sterile perfection.

"It's not that, it's just.." He's breathing heavily too, but you know that even after he gets his breath back he won't be finishing that sentence. He never does.

And maybe you're mean, for knowing exactly what it is that plagues him without bringing it up. But you feel you deserve this small level of power - Heechul was never the one to pursue anyone, and he had started this with you with the strict guidelines that it was just for fun.

He had trapped himself behind rules that he no longer wanted to follow, had fallen in love too hard and too fast - you are in his heart and if he loses you it will rip away a piece of him. His lonely heartbeat pulses in your veins, he can feel it when he kisses at your neck.

If he makes a move to make this anything more than "just for fun" he may lose you, love is not fleeting and you will be carved into his heart until he dies.

Your gaze is heavy on him but he tries to shrug it off, smiles in a carefree way that feels fake and plastic on his face as he leans in close to your lips again, releasing his covers from the death-grip he had them in just so he can bracket you in between his arms.

He knew he'd be on his back in less than a minute, your teeth at his throat and your fingers inside him.