Okay guys, here's the last chapter for Innocence! I foreshadowed a bit at the beginning of the story where this would lead up to- any guesses? ;3
I do not own MM.
"Yoosung, my computer is updating, is it okay if I use yours to check my emails?"
Yoosung nods as he continues cooking, too focused to verbally respond. You smile as you walk down the hall to the computer room, sitting yourself in front of his computer. You click on the browser that is already open, and set to start typing in your email URL, when you freeze upon the open screen.
Yoosung had left his pornhub account open- one thing you didn't even know he had. Out of curiosity, you check his subscription date- it was a month ago, which would explain your lack of knowledge.
You look over your shoulder, and you can still hear Yoosung clanging away in the kitchen, and you allow your wonder to take over. You look up the recent videos- knowing what Yoosung had been watching most may prove useful for future endeavours.
You blink in surprise as you look over all the recent videos- they were all of men being dominated by their female counterpart. Spanked, choked, tied up, fucked with toys, strap-ons, wearing cat ears, gag balls- things you have definitely dreamed of doing to Yoosung, but never thought he would be dirty enough to try.
You smile wickedly, saving some of the videos to your email, sending them to yourself for reference.
Your 2 year anniversary was coming up, and now you had the perfect surprise idea for Yoosung.
3 months later, on your 2 year anniversary…
You smiled as you looked around the bedroom, admiring your work. You had laid everything out perfectly; now you just had to wait for Yoosung to come home from work, which should be any minute now. You slipped on your housecoat, wrapping it tightly around yourself as to not reveal any of the clothing underneath, sitting on a chair in the living room, facing the doorway.
In minutes, sure enough, the door lock clicked open, and Yoosung stepped through, kicking his shoes off at the entrance before looking up.
"Amor-" he caught sight of you, sitting in your silky housecoat, one leg crossed over the other, the soft fabric hanging daintily over it, your head resting in your palm as you smiled towards him at the door, "-a."
He closed the door behind him, swallowing as he looked you over.
"Welcome home, Yoosung."
He nodded slowly, still rooted to the spot.
"I- Thank- Thank you."
You fight the urge to giggle at him, instead simply beckoning him to you with a finger.
"Come here."
He walks slowly towards you with no hesitation, stopping right before the chair. You take his hand in yours, smiling up at him lovingly.
"How was your day, my dear?"
His cheeks turn pink, unable to tear himself from your gaze. He blinks slowly, his hand gently squeezing yours.
"It was.. It was good. How was yours…?"
You stand up, lacing your fingers in his, placing your other hand on his hip.
"It was so long, Yoosung. I've been waiting for you to come home."
He swallows again, his blush getting darker.
"H-have you? What for?"
You smile as you run your hand up his waist slowly, across his chest, resting it upon his neck.
"Today is a special day, and I have a special surprise for you."
You rub your thumb under his ear, across his jawline, running it over his lower lip, causing him to let out a shaky breath. You press your thumb against his lips, and he opens his mouth slowly, sucking on the tip of it, his eyes staring down at you, nervous, excited, lust-filled.
He pulls away from your thumb for a moment, smiling softly.
"What's the surprise?"
You smile as you fix the collar of his jacket, taking your time to straighten it out- his gaze doesn't avert from you for even a moment.
"Mm, I'll show you, but you have to close your eyes."
He smiles, closing his eyes as you take his hand, guiding him to the bedroom. You take off his coat for him, and he relaxes his arms as you do so. You pick up your desired item off of the bedside table, smiling as you stand before him, housecoat strewn aside.
"Open your eyes."
He obeys, blushing harder as he takes in the sight of you.
You are dressed in one-piece black lingerie. The part covering your breasts is lacy, with glittery patches hiding your nipples, and the entire piece is tight; a see-through material in intricate patterns is dancing along your sides and hips, the same glittery material also covering your intimacies. You hold a black, leather collar in your hand, attached to a silver chain, which Yoosung stared at, a mixture of nervousness and arousal written on his face.
"Kneel."
He immediately knelt down before you, so quickly that he almost seemed surprised at his own reactions. You step towards him, tilting his chin up with a finger- his breathing was shaky and ragged.
"Do you remember all those times when I first joined the RFA and you said you felt you needed to surrender to me?"
Yoosung swallowed, nodding slowly. You smile wickedly, batting your lashes at him.
"And remember the time where I said I wanted to own you?"
A soft moan escaped his lips as he nodded again, his eyes glancing down at the thick, leather collar. You run your finger tips along his jaw, down his neck, tracing gently over his collarbones. A high-pitched whimper trembled from his throat, his eyes staring up at you, desperate, needy.
"Well, I stumbled upon your lovely pornhub history on your computer when I checked my emails a couple months ago, and decided to give you what you seem to…" You pull the collar of his shirt, tugging him forwards and he gasps softly, eyes half-lidded, his lower lip trembling in arousal. "… Desperately want."
He swallowed thickly, licking his lips, his eyes unwavering in his gaze, locked with your own. His cheeks were so perfectly pink, almost the same colour as his lips. He tilted his head back slightly, blinking slowly, his long lashes dusting across his cheek. You graze your fingers there, tenderly massaging the skin- he nuzzles into your hand, his eyes still half-lidded and lustful.
"So, Yoosung, my sweet," You take his hand, running his fingers along the leather of the collar and his eyes flutter closed, "is this what you want?"
He opens his eyes again, wanting and greedy. He nods, squeezing your hand in his, wrapped around the collar. You smile, licking your lips, petting his hair softly.
"Good boy. I just need to know one thing before we get started."
He blinks up at you expectantly, tilting his head. A strand of hair falls in his eyes and your heart swells at how beautiful this boy is. He was so innocent- and now you were about to defile him to the fullest extent.
And you loved it.
"What do you want the safe word to be?"
Yoosung blinked, smiling slowly.
"I don't think you'd do anything I don't want."
You smile, placing your hands on his cheeks gently.
"Even so, I want to be able to know if I cross the line."
Yoosung looked around the room in thought before smiling sheepishly.
"How about… LOLOL?"
You laugh softly, nodding.
"Alright, LOLOL it is. So if at any time you feel unsafe, or uncomfortable, or want me to stop, just say that, okay? If you don't, I won't stop."
Yoosung smiled, nodding, and you gave him a quick kiss on the lips before standing again, your sweet smile soon replaced by the devilish, dark one from moments before. You saw gooseflesh rising on Yoosung's neck as he stared up at you, clearly as excited as he was nervous.
"Sit up on your knees like a good boy."
He rose so he was propped up on his knees, tilting his head back so his neck was perfectly open and exposed for you. You slide the leather collar around his neck, latching it into the strap. You smile as you pull at it, forcing him to rise on his knees, his breath heavy as he watches you intently.
"Unbutton your shirt."
He obeys, his fingers flying up to the top button, fumbling with it desperately.
"Slowly."
He lets out a soft breath, his fingers slowing, allowing the buttons to release in gentle, fluid motions, his chest becoming more and more exposed until the shirt was completely open. You pull at the chain leash, forcing him to stand. He looks down at you, his purple eyes dark and swirling with arousal. You run your hand down his bare chest, over his abdomen, dragging your nails slightly on the soft skin there, and he whimpers, shivering at your touch.
You push the shirt back so it falls to the floor behind him, kicking it away with your foot. You reach up, running your fingers gently through his hair and he purrs low in his throat at your touch.
"Such a good little boy," a low whimper, "now take off your pants."
He unbuttons his jeans, slowly like before, pulling the zipper down gently. He hooks his thumbs into the sides, pushing them down, allowing them to hit the floor. He steps out of them, pushing them behind him farther with his foot.
You step back, holding the chain loosely in your hand, admiring his pale skin in contrast to the black collar and black boxer shorts, his hard cock straining against the fabric. You lick your lips as you admire him, sitting back on the bed. He stays rooted to the spot, clearly focusing on trying to keep his breathing slow and even. You smile up at him, blinking at him endearingly.
"Get on your hands and knees."
He kneels down before you, his eyes still locked to your gaze. You smile down at his head, his eyes peering up above your knees. You bring up your foot, placing it on his head, pushing it down, forcing him into a bow. He moans softly at this, and you push harder.
"Do you like bowing for me?"
He doesn't respond, his body shaking. You press harder, eliciting a yelp from him.
"I said, do you like bowing for me?"
"Y-yes, I do."
"Yes what?"
He swallows thickly, keeping his head down low.
"Yes, my mistress."
You smile, releasing some of the pressure on his scalp and he sighs audibly. You rub your foot gently along his head, down his neck, trailing down his spine. He continues to bow low, waiting for your signal to move. You pull at the collar, pulling him into a sitting position.
"Worship my legs."
He reaches gently for your left foot, rubbing it softly in his slender hands. He closes his eyes, kissing along your toes tenderly, massaging your feet, up your ankles and shins, and back down. He places tender kisses upon each toe, the bottoms and tops of your feet, up along your shins and knees, licking and kissing gently, as though your legs were a fountain and he could not get enough to drink. He nears your arousal and you pull at the collar hard, and he freezes to a halt, looking up at you.
You kneel back on the bed, beckoning to him. He crawls up on to the bed slowly, staying low, below your gaze. You step back off the bed, placing the chain gently upon it. He stares at you, still crouching on his hands and knees. You keep his gaze as you walk around the bed, and he only breaks his stare when he can no longer look at you, as you are directly behind him.
You reach up, running your hands over his feet and his shoulders tremble. You glide them up his shins, inside the inner corners of his thighs, rubbing gently at his balls through the fabric of his underwear, and he whimpers.
"Mm, Yoosung, if you want me to please you, you're going to have to show me just how much you want it."
He moaned, louder this time, his hips pressing back ever so slightly. You continue rubbing slow, tantalizing circles over his balls, occasionally running your finger back to teasingly trace over his asshole, his body tensing up in excitement every time.
"Oh-oh, Mistress, please, please, I'll do anything you want. I'll do anything."
You run your hands over his ass, squeezing it hard and he cries out, body trembling.
"Anything?" Your voice is low and playful, feeding off of the sound of his desperation. He nods, pressing back more against your hands.
"Yes, anything! Anything you want, just please, please touch me, please mistress."
You hook your fingers into the fabric of his boxers, pulling them down, helping him lift his legs to get out of them. You toss them to the side, stepping back to admire your treasure. You can practically sense the pink glow on his face as he knows your eyes are venturing along his body.
"Such a beautiful little boy. So delicate, so perfect."
You step forwards, running your hands along the dimples at the small of his back, down between his asscheeks, slowly over his asshole and over his balls, leaving him whimpering uncontrollably, his face buried into the sheets.
"Ooh, such a needy little boy, aren't you?"
He nods fervently, arching his back so his ass and cock are better presented to you, and you laugh softly, cupping his balls in your hand tightly.
"Well what kind of mistress would I be if I ignored the desires of my precious pet?"
In one hand you grip his balls, in the other you stroke his hard cock and he cries out, tremors coursing through his body, his cock throbbing in your hand. You keep this up for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sounds of his moans, but soon you want to see more. You let go, leaving him whining in disappointment at the loss of pleasure.
"M-Mistress.. Why did you stop?"
You reach above his hair, gripping it tightly in your hand, yanking his head back, and he cries out in surprise and pain. You look down into his eyes, glaring darkly.
"You don't ask questions. I choose what you get to feel. I choose when I touch you. You only do as you are told. You should be thankful I am even giving you my time."
Yoosung blinked, tears forming in his eyes, but even so, the lust within them was still clear- this was part of the pleasure to him.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was bad, I'm sorry mistress."
You let go of his hair, walking over to the bedside table, picking up a leather paddle. You run it along his back, across his ass cheeks and thighs, and he whimpers, waiting in anticipation.
"Well, a pet that doesn't listen needs to be punished."
Before you could give him a moment to react, you brought the paddle down over his bare ass, and he screamed out in pain and pleasure, his head falling back. You brought it down once more, in the same spot, receiving another ecstatic cry.
You continue, unrelenting watching as his ass turned bright pink, and tears flowed down his cheeks. You stop after about 20 strikes, admiring the glow that has now become of his ass, listening to Yoosung's soft sobs. You put down the paddle, leaning in and placing gentle kisses on both of his ass cheeks, and he whimpers gently. You walk around to the other side of the bed, tilting his chin up so he can face you. You wipe his tears from his eyes and lean in close.
"Was I too rough on my little boy?"
"No, Mistress. I deserved it, I deserved to be punished."
You smile, running your finger along his lips gently.
"There's a good boy. Such a beautiful little boy."
You run your fingers through his hair and his eyes close in pleasure, your nails grazing his scalp comfortingly. You lean in, kissing his lips ever so gently, and you smile as you pull away.
"Since you're finally being good, now I can give you your next surprise. Sit on the edge of the bed."
He sat up, making his way to the edge, seething a bit as he sat down on his sore ass. He waited patiently despite this as you walked to the closet. You smile at him as you pull the straps of your lingerie down, sliding it off of your body. He watches you, licking his lips absentmindedly. You reach into the closet, pulling on your desired item, and he moans loudly, unable to hold back his excitement.
You are sporting a strap-on, something you had noticed in almost every one of the videos Yoosung had watched, and you knew this was something he wanted. You smile as you walk over to him, his eyes staring at the big, synthetic cock before him.
"Do you like it, my precious boy?"
He nodded slowly, his lips quivering in need.
"What do you want to do to it? Tell me."
Yoosung swallowed, looking up into your eyes.
"I want it in my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth, Mistress."
You click your tongue, smiling down at him, tilting his chin up to capture his lips in a deep kiss. You pull away, grabbing a fistful of his hair in your hand, forcing his head down towards your strap-on.
"Make sure you do it well."
He moaned loudly, sliding it into his mouth, your hand guiding him until it hit the back of his throat, and you can't help but moan as you see he's taken it all the way in. You pull your hips back, holding his head in place, and you thrust forwards again, slamming into the back of his throat once more, and he hums, unfazed.
He has no gag reflex.
You reach for his hands, placing them on your hips, thrusting your hands back into his hair as you begin to ram your cock into his mouth, the sound of his saliva and moans caught in his throat goading you on. He looks up at you, his eyes watery from the pressure, but clearly immersed in wonder. You continue your assault, thrusting it in hard one last time before pulling back, grabbing his jaw tightly in your hand and forcing him to look up at you.
He coughs softly, trying to dislodge the saliva in his throat, blinking the tears from his eyes.
"I want you to bend over facing the headboard, with your ass nice and high in the air for me."
He moaned as he moved back to get into this position, and you reached for the table once more, grabbing the bottle of lube. You lathered it onto your fingers as he watched, licking his lips hungrily, his ass raised high. You smile, walking slowly to the back of the bed, looking down at his beautiful ass. You lean down, kissing his anus gently, which causes a string of whimpers. You smile at this, flicking out your tongue and he cries out. You can't help but enjoy the reactions of this beautiful creature each time you run your tongue over his hole, and you continue to tease him, soft flicks of the tongue, slightly dipping inside, swirling around it, suckling softly.
He's a mess, crying out and whimpering, clawing at the sheets, and you pull back, satisfied with your work. You run a lubed-up finger over his asshole, pushing in the tip. He pushes back against it, taking it in further and you smile.
"Does my little boy like that?"
He nods fervently, a whimper in his throat. You tease him, slowly moving the tip back and forth, not taking it completely out, not putting it any farther in, causing him to writhe in impatience beneath you.
"Do you want more? Do you want more of my fingers inside your tight little ass? Tell me."
"Yes," his voice is cracked and ragged from the mouth-fucking he received earlier- he glances at you over his shoulder, his eyes crazed and desperate, need flowing through every crevice of his expression, "God, yes, I want more, I want it all, I want your tongue, your fingers, your cock, everything, please Mistress, please, I'm begging you, give it to me, please!"
You moan low in your throat, your arousal throbbing at his begging. You add two more fingers without warning and he cries out, balling the sheets in his fists. You fuck his ass with your fingers, watching as they slide in and out fluidly.
"Such a sexy little boy. I want to do so many things to you." You tilt your head, adding a fourth finger- he's gargling in pleasure now, a small puddle of drool sitting next to his mouth where it is pressed into the sheet below him. "Would you like me to defile you? Do you want me to destroy you?"
Yoosung's gaze peered back at you, his purple eyes dark and completely full of want.
"Yes." His voice is unwavering and full of lust; you feel your arousal throb at his words, and you moan, pulling your fingers out of his ass. He whines in protest, then gasps in surprise as you flip him over, using his legs as leverage. You run your lube-covered hand over your cock, pressing it against his entrance and he gasps shakily. You look down into his eyes, smiling wickedly.
"Good boy."
You slam inside of him, and he screams, pain and pleasure echoing through the room. You grab the chain of the leash off the bed, pulling at it, choking him. He gargles as you thrust into his ass, his face flushed, his hair a complete mess. His eyes continue to gaze into yours, and you bite your lip hard, the taste of blood filling your mouth.
"I want you to stroke your cock while I fuck you. Match my thrusts."
He whimpers, reaching up to his straining cock, running his hand along it in time with your hips. You begin to pick up the pace, and so does he- his face is bright red from the collar, his eyes hazy, his body trembling beneath you.
"Mm, is my little boy close? Does my little boy want to cum?"
Yoosung gargles, attempting to respond but unable to do so because of the pressure of the collar. Instead he feebly nods his head, barely noticeable as his body rocks in time with your thrusts, trembling intensely with pleasure, but you catch it regardless.
"I'll tell you when you can come. I want you to be completely torn apart by me."
Yoosung's eyes rolled back into his head, a gargling moan rolling from his lips. You let go of the chain, holding his hips with both of your hands, slamming into him with all the force you have. He screams out, his hand pumping his cock desperately, his eyes boring into you, waiting for the signal, needing the signal that he can release.
You stare him down, your bottom lip still caught up between your teeth. You watch as his body convulses- he won't hold out much longer. You slam into his ass hard a few more times, looking down at him and smiling.
"Cum for me you dirty little bitch."
Yoosung screams in pleasure, his head falling back, his hand sliding up to the tip of his cock one last time, streams of cum spraying down his abdomen and chest, dripping down his hand and his arm. You slow your thrusts in his ass, slowly coming to a halt, and you pull out gently. He whimpers, and you step back, looking down at him. His hair is a mess, stuck to his face by a mixture of sweat and tears, his cheeks flushed darker than you had ever seen them. His body is completely glistening, his stomach and chest and cock covered in sweat and cum. His thighs are trembling, toes curling.
He was gorgeous.
You unclasped the strap on, placing it back in the closet before returning to the bed with a cloth. You ran a finger along the cum on his chest, holding the finger to his mouth, which he hungrily took inside, licking his semen off of your digit. You smile, leaning down to his chest and licking a spot of cum off his nipple, causing him to whimper once more. You sit down next to him, using the cloth to clean the cum off of his stomach, chest, and cock, being extra gentle hearing him hiss from the sensitivity. You placed little kisses all over his stomach and chest, making sure to make up for the roughness you just laid down on him.
You toss the towel into the laundry basket in the corner of the room, turning to look back at your love. He stares up at you, his eyes dark still, but full of release, full of complete satisfaction. A small smile crawls up onto his face, timid, happy, complete.
You run your thumb over his cheek, leaning down, capturing his lips in yours and he sighs dreamily against them, his tongue dancing with yours. You pull back, looking into his beautiful violet orbs.
"How was that, my love?"
Yoosung sighed softly, smiling.
"It was incredible. I loved it." He blushed deeper, looking away from you for a moment. "I wasn't going to tell you I was into that. I was worried you'd find it weird."
You smile, laughing softly.
"Considering all the times I said I wanted to own you, for you to do what I say, and to be my cat, you'd think it would be obvious I'd be into it."
Yoosung giggled softly, nodding.
"Okay, that is true, you're right." He suddenly stopped smiling, looking up at you in surprise. "Amora! You didn't get to cum, right?"
You blink down at him; you hadn't even really thought about it. You were just so aroused by what you were doing to Yoosung, you hadn't thought about yourself at all. He sat up, leaning over you and you smile, putting a hand on his chest.
"Baby, you just went through a lot, you don't have to."
He smiled down at you, leaning to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking softly.
"All I want right now is to make sure my owner cums, too." He peers up at your eyes mischievously. "I'd be a failure as your pet if I didn't attend to my mistress properly. After all, that's all I'm good for."
You moan softly, smiling at him as he rubs your thighs.
"Well who am I to deny my little boy what he wants?" You spread your legs, pushing his head down further so they sit between them. His eyes kept your gaze, twinkling happily at you. You smile back at him, pulling at his hair.
"Lick."
And he obeyed.
AND THAT'S IT. ;0;
I really enjoyed writing this story. I know it's pretty much all smut, but I thought it was believable because of Yoosung's personality (and the not-so-hidden hints they give you that he's a complete masochist at heart.). I hope you guys enjoyed it, it would mean the world to me if you let me know!
I hope things are well for all of you! Stay rad, guys~
~Pixil-8