Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

you know what you did | youngjae

smut, explicit

"Coco, get out of here," called Youngjae, ever affectionate but firm. "This doesn't concern you."

The little ball of white fur moved toward the door, then hesitated, glancing once more at your precarious position on the bed.

"We don't deserve dogs," you murmured under your breath.

Youngjae kissed the inside of your thigh and crooned, "Mommy is fine. Daddy just needs to put her back in her place."

Coco seemed satisfied with that and trotted out of the bedroom.

You let your head fall back, reminded all at once of the punishment you were currently in the midst of at your boyfriend's hands. "Youngjae...," you started, licking your dry lips. "Baby, I won't do it again."

Youngjae was quite comfortable on his stomach between your legs. The sight of him in jeans and a black tank top did wonders for you, even more so with how disheveled his hair had become.

You would have gladly reached down to run your hands through his dark locks, but your wrists were cuffed rather snugly to the headboard.

In reply to your words, Youngjae smoothed his hands down your thighs and brushed his fingers between your folds, slick with too many denied releases. "What did you do?" he asked coyly.

"I...," you stammered, sucking in a breath when he flicked your clit with his thumb.

The same question, repeated over and over. None of the answers you gave sufficed him. He built you up agonizingly slow to climax and then pulled away like clockwork.

Youngjae rolled the swollen bundle of nerves with delicate precision, smirking at the way your hips moved of their own accord, and pressed, "You know what you did. Tell me."

"I sent you pics during work," you answered hurriedly.

Clicking his tongue in playful reproach, Youngjae pressed your clit and slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt. "What kind of pics?"

You lifted your head and immediately dropped it back again in frustration. His digits were slipping in and out faster each time, hooking to rake against your sweet spot. "I sent you pictures of my boobs," you finally confessed.

Youngjae let his eyes leave your heat for a moment to shoot you a glare. "You sent me tit pics knowing damn well I was busy in the studio."

"Yes," you readily admitted.

Youngjae pumped his fingers in your core even harder, scolding, "And you knew sending them would not get me home any faster."

"Yes!" Your breathing was ragged. Your hips were undulating regardless of how hard you resisted.

"Which means you did it to get me hard."

"...Yes."

It was true. You were being a brat. Youngjae had been on your mind and no matter how many explicit texts you sent him, he was not willing to leave his work to come home and lay it down.

You thought for sure if there was one thing Youngjae couldn't resist, it was your breasts. And you weren't exactly wrong either, since he came home to punish you.

"Misery loves company," Youngjae deadpanned, leaning down to lick the arousal gathering between your folds and sucking on your clit.

Youngjae hadn't hesitated to burst through the front door when he came home and give you a reprimand of how impossible it was to work in the studio when his dick was hard as a rock in his jeans. You had been somewhat smug then, happy to be getting your way, but when he stripped you to nakedness and cuffed you to the bed, you knew punishment came before reward.

"Youngjae, please," you begged, dancing at the edge of release and knowing you weren't going to get it. "Baby, please."

Youngjae crawled up your body, shoving his slick fingers into your mouth. "You're too loud," he grumbled.

You sucked his digits eagerly, tasting your denials, and brought your legs to clamp on his hips.

Youngjae withdrew his fingers from your mouth and sat up on his knees between your thighs, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down just enough for his hard cock to spring free.

You shifted your legs impatiently alongside him, wanting to plead endlessly for him to give you relief for the throbbing in your cunt. Your walls pulsed and kneaded on nothing.

Youngjae looked down at you squirming and gave the inside of your thigh a sharp swat of his palm. "Spread."

You opened your legs even more, inviting him to sheathe his length in your waiting pussy.

Youngjae propped himself over you and pushed inside. Your mouth gaped open as your walls stretched to accept the girth of him. You burned with arousal, raw and aching from being denied so many times.

"Please, fuck me," you moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuck me hard."

Youngjae bottomed out and started thrusting, biting into his lip to stifle a groan. He didn't want to give you the satisfaction with his noises. But he did give you exactly what you begged for.

You gripped the headboard tightly as he slapped his hips mercilessly into yours. Youngjae got a rough grip of your breasts in both hands, squeezing and kneading as he pounded into you. You could feel the cold bite of his many rings on your nipples.

"I'm gonna come," you whined breathlessly. "Let me come this time... please."

Youngjae was surprised you lasted this long, having been on the edge, and throttled even harder into your cunt clamping down on him, eager to finish you off at long last.

Finally, sweet release washed over you and your body - driven to insanity and tension from every single denial - reacted uncontrollably. You shook and swore, eyes rolling as your back arched off the bed.

"That's it." Youngjae muttered a curse or two in his mother tongue at the sight of you in ecstasy. "There's my good girl..."

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