Kinktober //Straykids//

☆-Tempting switch-☆ (Sung)

Jisung was usually the one who let me take control, let me guide the pace, make him squirm under my touch. But tonight, everything about him felt different. It started with the outfit he’d chosen—an all-too-short black skirt that barely covered him, paired with thigh-highs that clung to his skin in a way that had me absolutely hypnotized. I wasn’t used to him being this bold, not in this way, and it was driving me crazy.

“You like it?” he teased, twirling slightly in front of me, his lips curving up into a smile that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I swallowed hard, unable to tear my eyes away from the way the fabric of his skirt moved, giving glimpses of the bare skin underneath. “You’re teasing me,” I muttered, my voice already thick with need.

Jisung just giggled softly, stepping closer. “Maybe I am. But don’t you love it when I do?” His fingers brushed along my jaw, and the heat that had been pooling in my stomach flared. I was about to reach out and pull him to me, take charge like I usually did—but before I could, he stepped back.

“You’re not in control tonight,” he whispered, his voice low and sultry, eyes locking with mine in a way that made me shiver.

I blinked, caught off guard by the shift in his demeanor. “What are you—”

He silenced me with a single look, his lips curving up in a wicked smile. “Don’t act so confused,” he said, tilting his head, his tone playful but with an edge of authority. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. You always like to be in charge... but tonight, I’m the one who calls the shots.”

My body responded to his words before my mind could even process them, the idea of Jisung taking control sending a jolt of excitement through me. I watched as he took a step back, hips swaying subtly as he turned to face me again, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Sit down,” he ordered, his voice firm but teasing.

For a moment, I hesitated, but the look in his eyes told me there was no arguing tonight. Reluctantly, I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding with anticipation. Jisung smirked, clearly pleased that I was listening.

“Good boy,” he purred, running his fingers along the hem of his skirt, lifting it just enough to reveal the lace underneath. “Now, let’s have some fun.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I watched him inch closer, each step slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. When he finally reached me, he didn’t waste time, straddling my lap with a confidence that left me breathless.

“You’ve had your fun,” he whispered, his lips grazing my ear as he spoke. “But now it’s my turn.”

Before I could react, his hand slid down between us, teasingly palming my erection through my jeans. I let out a low groan, the sensation overwhelming, but Jisung simply chuckled, clearly enjoying the way I was reacting to his touch.

“Not so fast,” he said, pulling his hand away just as quickly as he had touched me. “We’re doing things my way tonight.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. “Ah, ah, no talking,” he whispered, his voice taking on that commanding tone again. “You just sit there and let me handle it.”

I nodded, unable to do anything but obey as he slid off my lap and dropped to his knees in front of me. The sight of him kneeling there, his skirt riding up just enough to reveal the curve of his thighs, was almost enough to send me over the edge.

Jisung seemed to notice, his smile widening as he leaned in closer, his hands quickly undoing the button of my jeans. He was teasing, drawing out every moment, clearly loving the effect it was having on me.