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keehomania · 3 months ago

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taeyong is a sub and i will die on this hill ngl!!

LEE TAEYONG led a double life, one that he was well aware of, one that he was absolutely proud of. on stage, he was a beast. he made sure to emphasize his charisma, the energy he radiated as he danced and rapped. he made sure to perform, to put on a show. he held himself together, his composure strung by threaded lies that made those who watched him perform believe that he was a force not to be reckoned with. it was exactly what he was good at, it was his job to put on a show.

when the lights were dimmed and the cameras turned off, that was when he let his true colors show. it was a gradual process, baby steps that eased those around him into the light of his personality. when he wasn’t performing, he was giddy. smiling with his members like a little kid, or entertaining his fans during his lives. it was a way for everybody to dip their toes into the water, to get a glimpse of what taeyong was really like. however, despite those glimpses, nobody would get to see him at his realest. nobody but you.

he was able to perform in front of everybody, just not in front of you. no, it was different with you. he was raw, vulnerable. instead of towering, he crumbled, he was completely and utterly at your full disposal. you could do whatever you wanted to him and he would take it. in fact, he would beg for more, that was how much he trusted you. he knew you could look into his soul and recognize his most twisted, sick thoughts, and still love him the same. it was exactly what you were good at.

“please,” he whimpered, his voice shaking with every breath he took. “hurts so good.” he was a mess, he always was, yet he managed to look perfect. in your eyes, he was always perfect. his pale, porcelain skin was glazed with sweat and spit, his lips red and swollen from being kissed by you and chewed raw by him, his eyes were glazed with the same tears that stained his cheeks, and his fingers wrapped around the stained bedsheets beneath his naked, bruised body. yes, he was absolutely perfect.

you cooed at the sight of him as you worked your fist, jacking him off at a ridiculously fast pace as more tears slid down his cheeks. “you want me to stop, tae?” your tone was condescending, low and mean, but he couldn't control the way it made his cock twitch in your hand. he knew it, and you did too. “want me to stop when you’re so close?”

there were no lies told, he was close, on the brink of cumming. again, for the fourth time in a row. he wasn’t sure how much more he could take, but he wanted to take as much as possible for you. he was willing to stain the sheets a fourth time and let his mind shut off for a few seconds if it meant you’d be pleased with him. “no,” he whimpered, his trembling hands wiping away the stray tears before latching onto your wrists. “i can take it.” it was a lie, if the way his thighs quivered were any indication, but you knew you could coax one more out of him.

“that’s a good boy, so good for me, yeah?” you cooed before spitting some more on the tip of his dick, smearing it all over and mixing it with the precum that had oozed out a while ago. if the way you praised him wasn’t enough to send him towards the edge, the way you spat on him definitely was. he chewed at his lip to bite back a moan as he bucked his hips into your fist, desperately chasing the high he was so afraid of. “so needy, thought you couldn't take it anymore.”

he shook his head as he clutched the bedsheets, knuckles whitening as he held onto the still slippery sheets. “i can take it,” he repeated softly. the sheets were slick with his cum, alongside your juices that had come together. you reached over with your free hand and ran it alongside his chest, the feather-like touch sending shivers down his spine. you smiled at the feedback, running your fingers alongside his nipples just to hear his sweet little gasps before pinching them ever so softly.

his mouth hung open at the sensation, spit trickling down his chin as he continued to buck his hips, so close to cumming. you noticed the way his fingers probed at the wet sheets, a smile gracing your face at the sight. “got your fingers dirty from the mess we made, yeah?” he nodded weakly as he traced the sticky mess. “clean your fingers, baby. can you do that?” it was over for him, absolutely over. he nodded once more as he brought his fingers to his lips, sticky with your arousal and his seed. it wasn’t gross to him, it never was. he was quick to comply, wrapping his bruised lips around them and taking them whole as he sucked the sweetness off.

the sight only encouraged you to show less mercy, your eyes darkening as you fisted his cock harder, your thumb coming up to probe the tip of his hard, red dick. your other hand remained steady on his chest, toying with his nipples as you leaned forward to make a bigger mess of him. his eyes widened as you attached your lips to his balls, gently suckling and probing at the sturdy flesh. he had opened his mouth to say something, but a silent scream fell from his lips. he saw white as he came, his entire body quivering under your touch. you didn't stop, not even as he shot ropes of sticky white for the fourth time, coating his stomach and the sheets with his seed once more.

tears streamed down his cheeks once again, sobs wracking his body from the overwhelming pleasure. you met his teary gaze as you finally brought yourself up, planting kisses all over his face. “don’t cry, baby, you did so good,” you assured him as you brushed away the sweaty strands of hair plastered to his forehead. he sniffled as you wiped his tears away, his face softening only for a second. he let himself calm down, savoring the moment while it lasted, until you spoke once more. “you can give me one more, can’t you?” of course he could, he always could.

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femdomlieeh · 2 years ago

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Obedient!Sub!Taeyong ✧ Bratty!Sub!Jungwoo ✧ Pervert!Sub!Mark ✧ Dom!F!Reader

WC—5.1 ✧ k

WARNING—three/foursome ✧ ambw ✧ semi-public sex (office) ✧ brief mxm ✧ voyeurism (m) ✧ pegging ✧ masturbation (m) ✧ slapping (face) ✧ light bondage ✧ light bdsm ✧ brief spanking ✧ light name-calling ✧ jealousy ✧ praise ✧ degradation ✧ mistress & mommy kink ✧ baby boy kink

THEMES—smut ✧ manager au

NOW PLAYING—Bad Boy ✧ Red Velvet

[A/N.] 누나 (nuna) = older sister, 형 (hyeong) = older brother

Old Nct dream version (Jeno, Jaemin, Renjun)

M.LISTS—nct 127 ✧ nct dream ✧ nct u ✧ superm ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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Loud clangs of high heels echoed behind the door to the meeting room, breaking up the wild discussion the 127 boys just had on whether there's one butt or two. NCT 127 had gotten a new manager a few months back and the members had different reactions and had adapted differently to her but by now all of them had developed good work relationships with her with some of them having gotten closer to her. They had gotten close and comfortable enough to call her 누나 (after she told them she was ok with that) instead of using distancing terms they would use religiously with the previous shitty managers.

Taeyong felt very comfortable around her and how she led him and the team. Jungwoo found himself liking how she told him to be quiet when he started talking off track during meetings and times when she would speak sharply and order him around. Haechan absolutely loved her since she would take care of him and check in on his health from the very beginning of the job. Mark would always try his best to make her laugh (when appropriate) but, even after laughing for many months together, at the end of the day he was still awkward with her because that's just how he is.

____ had already made it clear that she puts her trust in everyone but she especially trusted Mark since he's been doing such a good job in like 50 groups and, as a result of her trust (expectation) in him, Mark felt pressured to never do anything wrong since he cared about her opinion weirdly much. But overall, the 127 guys were happy with the change — not just because they generally loved attention from not men — but because she gave different ideas and led them in a way that they felt comfortable and safe with her.

They turned their heads towards the sound and saw the door opening, "Good day, 누나," the nine men greeted her in harmony.

"It has been brought to my attention that a few of you boys have been acting rather inappropriately," ___ was quick to shut down whatever bullshit any of the boys had to say (she was irritated because of whatever had happened). Most of them were curious who she was talking about although most of them had a clue who. Others were a little intimidated by her dark tone although they knew they had done nothing wrong and that they weren't the ones that were going to get scolded at. Taeyong gulped and stared; he liked it when she was mad at them, scolded them — all of that. Haechan was just sitting comfortably, knowing he hadn't misbehaved or done a single mistake for a whole week (surprisingly). Mark had showed up to every practice on time, had killed when recording vocals with NCT 127 right after his one day and four hour break from his NCT DREAM comeback. Like always, he hadn't disappointed her. Jungwoo smirked, knowing what was going on and what was going to happen.

Everyone of them made mistakes sometimes, whether it was showing up late to practice for a whole week or being so late to an interview they had to get their makeup done in the car. Haechan and Jungwoo often misbehaved and knew the consequences of it. Actually, knowing what awaited them after behaving bad was why they did it in the first place. The biggest brats were 100% Haechan and Jungwoo. Sometimes Taeyong did small mistakes on purpose just for ____ to scold him. But he was mostly obedient and only chose to defy her when he was desperate for her attention (the attention that she always prioritized for the others). For the past month those three boys had gotten a taste of the consequences once a week. Every. Damn. Week. Except for one week when Haechan was feeling extra bad and got to taste it. Every. Damn. Day. Lucky him.

"Taeyong, you're the leader and you're supposed to set a good example for your members, right?" she stared at him sternly, giving him the chills.

"Yes, 누나," he answered looking innocent with his big eyes when he in reality was so excited.

"Yet you get dragged into troubles with Jungwoo instead of helping him correct himself," she spat.

"Yes, 누나."

"My office after this."

There it was. That sentence. The sentence he wanted to hear. She turned her attention away from Taeyong to Jungwoo, "You too, don't think I'm only gonna scold Taeyong because he's the leader. I didn't forget that you were involved too."

"Okay, 누나," Jungwoo smiled, excited for what was about to happen. Mark looked at Jungwoo a bit shocked. Why is he smiling? He like this? Why? Why does he and Taeyong like it when 누나 scolds them?

The members didn't know what they'd done but they assumed maybe dispatch had found them smoking or something.

"Haechan?" she said as she hadn't forgotten about him either.

"Yes, 누나," he answered with a cute tone and sent her an innocent smile, contrary to the thoughts clouding his head.

"Good job! You actually didn't act bad for once," she praised him with a tint of degradation — just how he liked it.

He kept eye contact with her and put his chin on his hands as an attempt to keep the innocent boy act, "Thank you, 누나."

Considering his nickname sometimes was Little Devil, he was very mischievous and not-so-much innocent. The fact that he didn't have anything to do with the misbehaving this time was mind-blowing to both her and the rest. But the fact that he had another plan in mind wouldn't be shocking to ____. But she would find out later.

"You guys — except for Taeyong and Jungwoo — can go to back to the dorms, I'm sorry you guys had to waste time here. Let this be a reminder that what one member does can affect the whole group. Anyway, have a nice day and see you tomorrow at six!" she waved them away.

Everyone except for the three left.

"Care to explain yourselves?" she asked the boys that were sat in front of her and crossed her arms.

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Mark was on his way to hide from SuperM or Dream or U schedules when he felt an arm around his waist. He turned his head to find a smiley Haechan. "How are you, 형?"

"Um, I'm good, but bored now because I was gonna watch Netflix with Jungwoo," he answered, oblivious to the younger's intentions with this not coincidental rendezvous.

"What if you don't need to be without him?"

The older's brows scrunched up in confusion, "Huh? What are you saying?"

"Have you ever wondered what happens in the office when Taeyong 형 or Jungwoo 형 or I have misbehaved?"

Now that Haechan mentioned it, Mark had never actually thought of that. He was too busy being an overworked angel that he hadn't even thought of why he was one. What could be so bad with misbehaving if they kept doing it?

"Here," the Little Devil said and extended out his hand, revealing a silver key.

"What's this?" the Little Angel questioned, eyeing the metallic object in front of him.

"It's the key to her office."

"And why do you have that?" Mark's mouth turned into an O, thinking the younger had taken it from her.

"She gave me this key since I visit her office so often," he beamed, threw it in the air and caught it as if the key were a symbol for luck. "She doesn't wanna bother bringing you guys into a small meetings every time I do something bad. So thoughtful."

Mark was shocked, "Do the other guys have keys too?"

The younger dramatically gasped and lightly hit the loser's shoulder, "No I only I have one," he whined.

He shook his head, "Here. Go and hide in the office and you'll see what goes on when 누나 takes us there."

The older stood still in a trance, not sure of what to do so the younger physically grabbed his hand and put the key in it.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I'm the only one who owns one of these and I don't like sharing!" Haechan said sassily and skipped away like a five-year-old.

Mark looked down at his palm. The key was shining. It was calling for him...and he chose to listen to its calls and follow the melody all the way to his favorite manager's office.

He started walking rapidly towards the place he'd only visited for normal reasons before. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this shit. But that didn't stop him from taking big steps towards the desired destination his curiosity had taken him to.

After dodging the attention of fellow members and trying not to stutter when greeting superior girl group members, he finally was standing in front of the shining wooden door, breath hitching. Fuck. Should I really do this?

"But 누나~" Taeyong's cute whining was heard from circa 30 meters away.

They were on their way to the office — and they were already so close! If Mark stayed in front of the door, he'd have to explain why he was there in the first place and if ____ caught a glimpse of the key in his hand she'd know what his true intentions were and never trust him the same way.

Therefore, he deemed the most logical solution to be to shove the key into the keyhole, turn it around, get in the office and hide fast. He closed the door and locked it after as he didn't want to leave a trace of his unplanned visit. He looked around the room and tried to find a decent hiding spot. There were no huge furnitures to hide behind like a true pervert so his only option was the most stupid and typical thing ever. Hide under a desk. It was like a ticket to hell.

"When am I gonna get my key, 누나?" Jungwoo whined loud enough to be heard from the other side of the closed door.

The sound of something hard being put into the hole alerted Mark that he didn't have much time left, having to choose between being caught and no longer being a Little Angel or decreasing the possibility of being caught and get info on why his best friends love being so bad.

He knew he had no other choice than to slide under the table and pray she wouldn't catch onto his not-so-angel-like act. They wouldn't be able to see him under there because of the wood covering the front. Hopefully ____ didn't choose to sit on the chair in front of it where she would see him, which is exactly where she normally would sit when Mark went to her office for a meeting...

"Yeah, 누나~ Haechan keeps bragging about his key~ It's unfair." Taeyong complained, whining like before but louder.

Click! And so, the door was unlocked. Mark felt his heart beating with each step he heard on the other side of the room. ____'s only response to the boys' complaints was one word: "Sit."

At that, Little Angel's heart dropped. Holy shi— But God decided to have mercy and save Mark from embarrassment for another time so instead of walking to the chair that was right by Mark, ____ walked to a big leather sofa that was in a corner on the other side of the room.

"Good boy, Taeyong," ____ said.

"Thank you, Mommy."

Mark's eyes grew bigger at that. Wait wha—

"Bitch, sit down," ____ said to Jungwoo.

Oh wow—

"Yes, Mommy," the boy did as he was told, taking a seat on the right side of her.

Mark blushed. How could they call her that word so normally, as if it were 누나 and not a kinky title? the innocent boy hiding under the table wondered. He was expecting her to scold them both for talking inappropriately with her. But instead, he heard a sentence that made his pants a bit tighter.

"Why have you boys been acting so naughty?"

Mark heard Taeyong apologize and say "I'm sorry, Mommy."

____ turned her gaze to the one she knew had started it all.

"Why did you touch yourself without Mommy's permission?"

Oh wow they are into some freaky shit, Mark thought, his breathing quickening.

"I wanted Mommy to touch me, but Mommy was busy," Jungwoo pouted.

"Then why did you make Taeyong touch you too?"

"Taeyongie wanted my cock."

Clap! Mark heard the sound of a high five.

____ had slapped Jungwoo (kinda lightly) across the face, "Use your manners."

"I'm sorry, Mommy," he looked her in the eyes.

"It's Mistress when you're being a brat," she corrected him.

Mark gulped.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Jungwoo was turned on by the authority in her voice (he was such an easy slut).

Now Mark understood why Haechan acted bratty all the time. He just wanted her attention. The Little Angel didn't want to admit it, but he thought it was sexy. For the first time ever, he got the urge to do something bad so he could get in trouble with 누나 too. Or more like M-Mo... But he wasn't bold enough and he didn't know if he wanted to risk losing his reputation of being perfect either.

"Now can you explain why you two did this in the practice room? You could've gotten caught."

Jungwoo still kept strong eye contact, wanting to look like a brat, while Taeyong was looking at the floor ashamed.

"Imagine if Mark came in and saw you sucking Jungwoo's dick, Taeyongie."

Mark's ears perked up at hearing his name. Did he really come across as so innocent that he's used as the example of the worst possible person to witness a blowjob in a practice room? Damn. Wait omg does she think he's a vir—

"Or maybe you wanted something like that to happen," she continued.

Maybe the boys had a tingling feeling about seeing Mark non-pure for once. And he was always so obedient already surely he would be up for submitting to his partner right.

"He's too much of an angel to be here, Mommy," Taeyong said.

"Yeah, he is indeed a good boy."

His face faltered a little at her agreeing a little too enthusiastically, "But I'm a better boy though, right, Mommy?"

"Do good boys suck cock in practice rooms?"

"N-No, Mommy."

He felt the need to make himself look better for her.

"But Jungwoo is the bad boy!" he tried to defend himself.

"Yeah! I'm the bad boy who deserves a key!" Jungwoo agreed.

"So that's why you did it? To prove a point?" she started caressing his cheek gently this time.

"Mmm, yes, Mistress," he lowered his gaze, blushing at her tender touch.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

He did as said and looked her in the eyes. She slapped him. Not too hard, but hard enough to leave a slight sting. He moaned. Pain to him was like cats to a single lady.

"You wanted to be a bad boy for a key? Let's see if you're worthy of it."

He gulped. This was his chance. She turned her attention to Taeyong, who was getting impatient looking at them.

"And you, baby, did it because you wanted my attention or a key?"

"I wanted your attention, Mommy. But a key would be nice too," he answered honestly and pouted.

"You're getting spanked—"

A smile tugged at his lips at the victory.

"—by yourself."

The smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown. He held her hand.

"But, M-Mommy, aren't you supposed to do it?" he asked, not wanting to question her, but at the same time wanting to question his ridiculous punishment.

"Do you want to get punished or not?"

"Yes, I do, Mommy," he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Oh how he wished he was getting spanked by her instead.

She ignored his sweet gesture and turned her attention back to the boy on her right, "Take off your pants, Jungwoo."

No matter how many times _____ had seen him naked, Jungwoo always had a few seconds of nerves before she'd see him again. Said boy's cheeks reddened slightly, and his hands shakily went down to unbuckle his belt. Mark did the same. He blushed and unbuckled his pants quietly until his hand could fit in them. It wasn't his fault that he was feeling turned on and like a 'bad boy'. What day was it today? Saturday? OK he can't skip going to church tomorrow after this.

_____ started stroking Taeyong's thigh with one hand to give him some affection before she'd give all of it to Jungwoo. "Remember our safe word?"

"Yes," they answered as they were undressing.

"What is it?"

"Red."

"Correct. Good job, both of you."

She looked at Taeyong, "Get naked you too, baby."

Said boy quickly took off his over-sized shirt and threw his bucket hat across the room, making Mark flinch as it landed two meters away from him. Jungwoo had decided to wear tight jeans today and he was now regretting it. The jeans perfectly showed off his curves, but it was the wrong idea to wear them on a day like this when he wanted them off as fast as possible. While Jungwoo awkwardly struggled, Taeyong decided to take off his baggy pants together with his underwear in a split second, kicking them to the side so nobody could trip on them.

In an instant Taeyong was on her lap, butt naked. "Mommy, can you please, please, please spank me?" he pleaded prettily and folded his arms behind her neck.

The two were only a few centimeters away from touching noses. Her hands made their way to his soft butt. He hummed in content. "Please, Mommy," he looked her in the eyes.

She kneaded his ass slowly before slapping it loudly enough to send a wave of arousal to everybody in the room, including Mark. A short moan escaped his mouth at the harsh touch he fancied so much. Jungwoo was frustrated, he knew he was going to go to her office, yet he still decided to wear the damned jeans. He was supposed to be the centre of attention, not Taeyong.

Mark had started touching himself. He felt bad that it felt so good and didn't want to stop. He wondered if he wanted them to hear him misbehaving or if he wanted to remain as ____'s Little Angel but ultimately decided to go for the predictable route and just be quiet and never to be discovered as a pervert.

"Mommy, I want you so—" Taeyong whispered in her ear.

"Mistress, I'm ready for you," Jungwoo interrupted the attention thief as his annoying jeans were finally on the floor.

"Mommy~" the boy on her lap whined cutely.

"Get off, Babyboy," she ordered.

"But Mommy—"

"Now."

"Okay, Mommy," he groaned and, jealous, turned his head to Jungwoo.

Taeyong whined. The leather was cold against his ass, and he just wanted to sit or lay on Mommy's warm, soft lap and get spanked, was that too much to ask for?

Although Jungwoo had proved that he was a really bad boy already, he felt the need to try harder. "We don't need a condom," he said boldly.

"You're right, we don't need a condom. Ass up," ____ said.

Jungwoo's eyes got big, clearly not expecting that response. Without saying anything ____ got up and pulled off her clothes in front of him. She was wearing a strap-on (how the fuck it wasn't visible before was a mystery). He had never seen one in real life, so he didn't expect it to be that big.

"Ass up, Baby, or do I need to say it a third time?"

With a gulp he turned onto his covered abs and obeyed her.

"Go to the desk, Babyboy. I want to see you," she ordered Taeyong as her fingers teased Jungwoo's hole after she spat on it.

Taeyong obeyed, feeling sexy because she wanted to look him. Mark, on the other hand, was fucking panicking. He still hadn't cummed and he was afraid he would get caught. The desk was covered with a wall of wood on one side, so he wasn't afraid of being caught that way, instead he was afraid he'd get caught because of the sound of his wet dick.

Taeyong leaned against the desk and showed his hole off to Mommy. With an arched back he clenched and unclenched air for her. He wanted her to see how good he looked. He was smirking, knowing she was looking at him.

With confidence he spanked himself.

It didn't feel as good as when she did it, regardless he moaned. He wanted her to hear how sexy his moans were. The past times he had gotten spanked she had done it till he was tired and never given him a number of spanks he deserved, so he assumed that the same rule applied now when he was the one spanking himself. He kept on spanking himself and moaned after every one of them.

Taeyong hugged the armrest needily, wanting _____'s attention back.

"Mommy—"

"That's Mistress for you, brat," she quickly corrected him.

"Aren't you gonna punish me, Mistress?" he looked back at her.

She turned his head away from her and positioned herself behind him. He felt relieved that she was finally focusing on him and him only. Excitement filled his veins and his cock. It was so hard, wanting to be touched by her all week. He had even woken up hard this morning because of a dream he'd had about her. She positioned the tip of the strap by his entrance.

"Are you ready, Baby?" she asked him to make sure he was comfortable.

"Yes, Mistress. Just fuck me."

She didn't need to hear him say anything else to thrust into him. He whine long and loudly. His hole wasn't prepared for the big stretch but he wanted it rough; he wanted to be treated like the bad boy he had tried to be this week, and he wanted to be worthy of a key so she could fuck him every day like Haechan got the pleasure of. (a/n. we know that lube and prep is crucial but this is tumblr universe✌️)

Hearing how sensitive Jungwoo was made Mark go faster on his private part. ____ stayed inside to make him more accustomed to the strap since it was kind of big for a beginner, and she wasn't completely sadistic.

"Fuck me, Mistress," he whined into the armrest of the couch.

She went in deeper, and Jungwoo couldn't help but omit light moans he would be embarrassed to let out in front of Taeyong if he weren't so desperate for this punishment.

"Mommy!" Taeyong moaned out to try to get _____'s attention back. It worked. She looked at Taeyong, admiring his figure pretty butt and tattoos that decorated his skin.

"Mistress, fuck me h-harder," Jungwoo didn't want a second of her attention to be away from him. Fuck Taeyong. (Not literally tho) Her attention was back at the boy in front of her.

"Tell me when I get too rough, Baby."

And that was the only sentence she said before ramming his hole. Her thrusts were so powerful and left him open-mouthed. His eyes were closed, and his back was arched at the pleasure he'd never felt before. He really didn't want to moan and sound like a slut like Taeyong. But the new feeling inside was making it hard for him. She didn't go easy on him. His first time being pegged was going to be memorable and she was going to make sure of it.

"Oh God, Mistress," he whimpered, holding back a slutty moan that nearly escaped.

The sounds of skin-slapping and lewdness made Mark determined to hold back his orgasm until any of the others were going to so he could cum with them. Refraining from orgasming was what he thought would be the closest he'd ever get to being punished by ___. Oh shit he was not innocent at all.

Taeyong was shamefully moaning as he slapped his ass cheeks. His high-pitched moans were littering the air, but it was like music to Mommy, so he kept on moaning.

"Mistress," Jungwoo kept whimpering out over and over again.

"Don't be shy, Baby. I want to hear you," she encouraged him to let go and be free, aware that he was holding back.

"M-Mistress— Mmmhm." It was hard holding back everything when she was fucking into him mercilessly, so he let go and moaned loudly. That motivated her to go harder and to find his most sensitive part. She gripped his hips to the point where they would leave bruises. And he was more than happy about that. Taeyong wished he could be bruised by Mommy too.

"Mistress! Oh my—" he cried out.

She adjusted the strap in a different angle and felt him tense up. She had found the bundle of nerves she was searching for. His moans couldn't be held back. The loud moans made it harder for Mark to not cum. Who knew his Netflix binging partner had such pretty moans

_____ rammed Jungwoo in the same angle as fast as she could to make him scream her name. He arched his back deliciously, mouth agape. How could he not when he was being fucked so damn good? The way he moaned 'Mistress' sounded like a vulgar whine from cheap porn CDs that were popular in the '80s. Her name became a chant and pushed both of them closer to their brink. His hair was sticking to his forehead as beads of sweat were covering the rest of his body. She pushed his hair out of his face and kissed his neck soothingly.

"Do you want to cum, Baby?" she asked gently in his ear.

"Yes, please, Mommy," he whimpered back as an answer.

Mistress was her title when any one of her boys was being a brat, but right now it didn't matter; he was so fucked out he didn't even notice he started calling her Mommy instead of Mistress.

"Cum for me, Baby."

Jungwoo came with a lewd moan and made a mess on the now-warm couch and Mark came into his hand and bit his lower lip to prevent any dirty sound from exposing his presence. He was so happy to cum when he heard Mommy's permission although it was meant for Jungwoo and not him.

"Thank you, Mommy," Jungwoo breathed out and plopped on the armrest, exhausted. She placed many kisses on the side of his face, keeping the strap inside him for a little more. He whimpered as ______ emptied Jungwoo's ass, but quickly went back to resting after she massaged his cheeks for a little more.

"Mommy!"

______ looked back at the desk and saw how Taeyong was still spanking himself, almost crying. Babyboy's cheeks were red and hot because of it.

"You're such a good boy; so obedient. You can stop now, Baby," she praised him as she made her way to him.

"Only for you, Mommy," he said and turned around, placing his red butt on the edge as he leaned back with his hands.

"You deserve a reward, Babyboy."

"I want Mommy to tie me, please," he smiled.

"What a good boy wants he can get," she went back to the couch to get Jungwoo's belt.

Taeyong's eyes brightened up at the sight of it. He brought his hands out for her to tie. "Such a good boy, Taeyong," she praised him.

She tied his wrists together tightly with the belt. She knew how much he liked them tight since he once complained that she probably could fit in one finger between the tie and his wrist so she tied his hands tightly.

Normally Taeyong is not jealous at all as he's mature and very secure in his skin but since he was used to being such a good boy — or a bad boy who takes punishments well — he never thought any of the other guys were competition. But he noticed the way she talked about Mark was in such a different way and that made him a bit needier for her attention and praise than usual... which is why he said, "Better than Mark, right, Mommy?"

As Mark was calming down after his orgasm his focus was solely on what she'd say. He wanted, more than anything in that moment, to know if he really was her best boy. ______ giggled instead of answering Taeyong's question, making his smile falter a little at her non-answer while Mark's smile grew. In a few seconds, however, Taeyong's smile was back as he knew exactly how to prove he was a gooder boy than Mark.

"Mommy, since I sucked Jungwoo, can I get sucked off too?" he asked softly.

"Since you've been such a good boy, of course. Sit down, Babyboy."

That's when Taeyong dragged out the chair to the desk with his tied wrists, startling the Little Angel.

"I want to be sucked by Mark," he said as if Mark hadn't secretly been hiding under the desk all along.

Taeyong had known he was under there ever since the moment he moaned out 'Mommy' for the first time. How? He knew what Mark sounded like when he masturbated, he lived in the room next to his after all. ______ made her way around the desk and smirked, "Who do we have here?"

"I told you I'm Mommy's goodest boy," Taeyong said and leaned his head on her shoulder.

"누— 누나... I-I can explain—" he stuttered as he tried to think of a justification for his actions.

"How did you get in?"

He couldn't act like he was an angel anymore. "Uhm, Haechan gave me a key."

"Thank you for telling me. Tell him to come to my office after this."

Mark gulped and looked down at the ground.

"Can you suck me, please, Markie?"

Haechan indeed was a little devil and his plan worked. That was the quality a boy bad enough to be worthy of a key. Now Haechan would get the worst punishment.

Lucky him.

Come a little closer, bend over and make yourself shorter (ooh)

Don't pay attention to anything else

Focus on my voice )

—son seungwan & kim yerim; 2018

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