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the sound of the pen clicking filled your office. your mind was completely drowned by this case. all you wanted to do was see your pretty baby, but here you are, stuck in this office inside your house, which you could technically leave if you wanted to. but this was important.

a soft creak escaped the large wooden doors, a head peered around the corner, and there he stood. the boy you’ve been yearning to see, your pretty baby. sunghoon. 

his thighs adorned with those white thigh-high socks you bought him when you first had sex, that pretty sanrio top he begged you to buy at the pop-up store in your city. and that pretty… pink skirt you bought him for your 5th anniversary. the expensive one at that.

the sound of a tea set clattered against the metal tray as he pranced in, smile wide and skirt bouncing with every step. "hi mommy, hope you're not overworking!" he chirped, eyes into crescent moons.

“not now, sunghoon.” you grumbled, shaking your head as your hand shoo’d him away. eyes glued to the words. stealing… 4 months… candy… equipped with a knife…

he let out a soft huff as he set the tray down, cheeks puffing out in annoyance. you were working too much, and he knew it. “come on, mommy! take a break,” he whined, his sock-covered feet stomping against the floor with little to no anger.

“go away, sunghoon.” your voice was stern as you glanced up at him, eyelids hooded and dark. you had to hold yourself back before doing anything bad.

he circled your table, standing next to you as his eyes scanned the documents you were reading for your trial, his soft hand reaching out to touch the paper. 

“oooh, whats this–” he gasped, eyes widening as your wrist grabbed his own, a soft screech escaped his lips at the sheer force of it.

“you want my fucking attention? fine.” your free hand fumbled to grab the duct tape lying on your table coincidentally. the sound shredding the tension as you bound his wrists together against his back, the gray on his pale skin almost like a painting.

he let out an embarrassing moan as he felt his chest hit the cool table, his hips squirming and bouncing around like the slut he was. a rough breath escaped your lips as you saw the sight of sunghoon, but no, you had to restrain yourself. 

your hand slid up and down his milky thigh, threatening to slide under his skirt, your hand splaying against the flesh.

“fucking slut, couldn’t even wait a whole day. could you?” your voice was filled with venom as a sharp slap against his thigh travelled through the empty room. a pinkish red blooming against his thigh. “i should’ve gone for that friend of yours instead.” 

he let out a moan mixed with a cry at the mention of his friend, shaking his head vigorously, suddenly regretting what he had caused.

“what was his name again…?” you hummed, voice velvety, rubbing against the hot, red flesh of his thigh before landing a harsher slap again. “ jake? jay?” you laughed, finally flipping up the skirt, and your mind raced.

and he was gorgeous. the skirt had bunched around his waist, and the panties he wore were perfect. the sparkle embellished sunghoon’s pale waist; the soft pink bow print against his strained cock; and fuck, the way the tiny fabric had disappeared between his ass. it made you want to fuck him right there.

“n–no! not them–!” he gasped, thrashing around, legs kicking — which earned him another slap, this time against his ass, the red spreading further up his body. the sting pulsed against your palm, as your hand drifted up higher, nails grazing against the beads on his thong. 

your fingers traced along the soft hem of his thong, the fabric delicate under your touch. of course it’d be delicate, that was from victoria secret. and when your hands splayed against the back of that soft pink, you tugged on them. 

and really tugged on them, the fabric practically reached his high back, before letting them go, a loud sharp elastic sound broke the room. a gasp, mixed with a moan escaped sunghoon’s lips.

he couldn’t even reply before your finger hooked against the top of his panties once again, pulling them up towards his shoulder blade. his eyes watered, and mouth hung open. the fabric rubbing against his cock was almost torturous and painful.

“oh? your pussy is getting all wet? just from this?” you mocked, a hand running against the damp spot – the now dark pink – area on his panties.

he couldn’t even reply as he heard a silent ‘whirring’ from behind him, his last thoughts were if he was going to survive this or not. the toy pressed against his cock through the fabric, making him jolt agains the desk, the top he was wearing now pushed down to just under his hard, perked nipples.

“mo–mommy, ‘tis too much–” he cried, saliva dripping from his plump lips as his brain turned into mush. exactly how you liked him, dumb and head empty.

a sinister smirk grew on your lips as you added pressure to his weeping cock. “this little pussy gonna cum in his pants, just from this?” you laughed.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head with a nod, tongue lolling out as saliva fell onto the files, making you yell at him in disgust.

“fuck, keep your nasty saliva off my documents!” you yelled at him, pushing the vibrator against the head of his cock, making his thighs shake. your hand landed another slap against his red and slightly bruised thigh, before taking the vibrator away from his cock – earning a whine from him.

as he was about to protest, you pressed the cool vibrator against his puckering hole. the feeling was just too much, tears streaked down his chin as he let out a continuous stream of high-sounding moans. “mommy–mommy, please– i cant– fuc– i’m cumming–!”

he practically yelled as he came, the white, hot, sticky sensation filling up the thong, wet spot growing larger and clinging against him like a second skin. the vibrations continued, never faltering. in fact, you pressed it against him harder, harsher. 

“this isn’t over, whore, we’re just getting started.”