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xxiaoyang · 4 years

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yangyang has gotten his way one too many times and this time you're going to make him earn it or yangyang slipping into subspace for the first time

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warnings/tags: suggestive, almost smut, dom!reader, sub!yangyang, lowkey brat!yangyang, spanking, subspace, dirty talk?, some build up, a bit of fluff?

the soft blue glow of the television lit up the room, the anime long forgotten in favor of watching yangyang's slender fingers make patterns on the inside of your thigh.

he's leaning against your side, head slightly below yours and eyes transfixed on the animated fight scene in front of him, but his fingers continue to work shapes into your skin with purpose.

you thought maybe it was subconscious, but with yangyang, you know it's just to get you worked up. and it works.

everything yangyang does works on you which is part of the reason it irritates you so much. that and the fact that he's a huge brat. he's used to getting what he wants from you, even if it comes after some resistance.

you were never good at handling brats, you simply never tolerated the behavior. and for yangyang, it's easier to give in and let him have what he wants (it's definitely not cause you want to or anything).

yangyang is very vocal about how much he loves your thighs, always talking about having them wrapped around him and leaving marks all over them, so it's no surprise his hand ended up here.

you watch as he shifts slightly which causes his hand to ride just an inch higher up your thigh. he brushes his fingers across the skin softly and moves his thumb in circles, all the while his eyes stay on the screen.

you're sure he can feel you burning holes into the side of his head or at least sense your frustration, but he doesn't pay you any mind.

you think for a second that maybe he is just really into the show and his touching is more of a habit or unconscious thing. yangyang is a boy with a lot of energy and doesn't sit still very often. he's also very, very touchy.

you begin to relax and interpret his touches as soothing, trying to fill in the blanks of what you missed on the screen.

it's only after you've immersed yourself back into the 2d world that you feel yangyang slide his hand up your thigh and squeeze, his head tilting up and bringing his hot breath with it.

you feel a tingle down your spine and convince yourself you only had such a reaction because he caught you off guard. you don't respond. you don't even move.

he doesn't stop. instead he pushes forward and presses his lips into the corner of your jaw below your ear and you have to suppress the sigh that's in your throat. you don't like how much power he has over you and how he knows he can get his way so easily.

you decide in that moment that you're not going to give it to him this time. after all, it was his idea to start this show.

sitting up straight, you fold your legs up onto the couch, your knees pointed away from him and your feet touching his legs as he's still leaning against you. he's even lower now and you can see him look up at you with those big puppy eyes he knows how to use so well.

you keep yours trained on the screen, not blinking or swallowing until he shifts a bit and looks back to the tv. you can't help but feel triumphant, but if you know your boyfriend at all, this isn't the end.

yangyang is so used to getting what he wants, that it makes him act like a brat when he doesn't. like a little kid, he'll pout and whine and sometimes even throw a small tantrum. you find it cute since he's always saying he's not a baby and yet he acts like such a baby.

he isn't pulling those stops yet, but they're coming. this thought grounds you in your resolve. if he wants it, he's gonna have to beg for it.

after two more episodes of yangyang trying and failing to initiate any kind of intimacy, he starts to get antsy.

the entire time he never spoke a word, only using his body to try to communicate his desires. and when you basically ignored all his advances, it finally got to him.

you could feel him getting impatient and bit back a smile. his eyes were locked on the side of your head, willing you to pay attention to him. if there's one thing yangyang couldn't deal with, it was not getting enough attention from you.

in true toddler fashion, he shifted from side to side folding and unfolding his legs, moving closer to you then separating himself completely to sit back and look at you, all the while huffing and puffing.

you held in a smile at the thought of his frustration. is he that needy? he wasn't even watching the show anymore.

it wasn't until he was sat staring at your side for what felt like minutes that he finally broke. he moved in front of you on the couch so he was half in your lap and grabbed your chin with his hand to bring your face to his.

"why are you ignoring me?"

you feign a look of confusion. "ignoring you? i'm not ignoring you, we're watching tv."

he groans and rests his weight on the leg he's straddling. "yes, you are. since we started the show basically."

your brows knit together. "you haven't said a word to me, yangie, how could i be ignoring you?" you know exactly what he means, but you're going to make him say it.

he falls right into your trap and suddenly the assertive boy on your lap is gone, replaced with a more shy boy who can no longer look into your eyes as he speaks, but he tries to keep up the act.

"you know... when i was, like, touching you."

his voice dies down at the end but he's so close that you still hear it clearly. it sparks a flame inside of you that you haven't felt in a while.

you use the opportunity to take control of the situation, placing a hand on his thigh and rubbing it similar to how he did with you earlier and he tenses.

you want him to look at you. you want him to give in and tell you what he wants. as talkative as the boy is, he never asks for what he wants.

"what was that, baby?" you put on a look of slight concern so when he looks back up at you he sees your softened eyes looking at him.

the name had an effect on him and he begins shifting on your thigh. he's never been in this position. he's not sure what to say for the first time, so he doesn't say anything at all.

his hands grip at the bottom of your shirt as he wishes for you to just get the hint and fuck him.

"what do you want, baby boy? you gotta tell me so i can know how to help you."

yangyang doesn't like how you're speaking. talking down to him like he's some little kid, voice all soft and sweet. for someone else, that might have been enough to melt them on the spot, but for him, it just makes him want to resist.

he straightens up and and looks away from your soft eyes, his lip instinctively jutting out in a pout and his arms crossed. you almost laugh at how childish he can be sometimes.

"no." it was as simple as that. he separated himself from you but he was still hovering over your leg, barely making contact. you thought of shifting your leg up into his front to tease him but you wanted to play with him some more.

grabbing his hips in both of your hands, you push him down on your thigh so his legs are spread and he's almost eye level with you as you sit up and stare into his eyes.

with your head tilted you question, "no? no, you're not going to tell me what you want?"

he's facing you but his eyes are off to the side, still being stubborn, and he doesn't say a word.

a muscle twitches in your forehead and you grip his jaw and force him to look into your eyes.

"answer me." there's no malice in your tone. you're not even that bothered. you just want to show him who's in charge.

he pulls his face from you and leans back to get up but your other hand on his hip stops him. you're surprised for a second at how stubborn he could be. would he really rather walk away from you than just ask you to touch him?

"so you're not going to tell me why you were all over me a little while ago? why you were mouthing at my neck and groping at me like a bitch in heat?"

you knew he liked when you called him names. it was something he would never admit, but he couldn't deny how his body reacted to the obscene words. his whole body tensed and you could see the mask slipping off, but he was determined.

"why do you think?" yangyang spits back. your brow raises and you just stare at him. you know he's embarrassed, but to give you such an attitude is very uncalled for.

"excuse me?" you tighten your grip on him.

he doesn't hesitate and looks you in the eye, "i said, why do you think? are you dumb?"

you're shocked for a moment. even as bratty as he can be at times, surely your cute and sweet boyfriend would never call you that, right?

it's seconds later that you realize that he would, and he did, not because he actually thinks you're dumb, but because he wants to push you.

it worked. in a second you were pushing to stand as yangyang barely found his footing before he slipped off of your lap.

his heart skipped at the thought of you walking away mad at him. had he gone too far this time? but when he stood and faced you and saw the look in your eye as you glared at him, a single finger pointed toward your shared bedroom, he knew he'd gotten his way again.

"bed. now." your voice broke his thought and he decided to push you even further.

"and what if i don't want to?"

your brow twitched but you stood your ground.

"then you can get yourself off for the next week."

yangyang's eyes widened at that, almost comically. you'd never threatened him like that before. surely you didn't mean it. how could you resist him?

at his silence you prodded further, "i can just stay right on this couch and leave you with blue balls for the next seven days if that's what you want." you took a step closer to him. "or you can get your ass on that bed and be rewarded like a good boy."

he didn't know what to think. you'd never shown this kind of dominance to him before.

two minutes ago the thought wouldn't have interested him, usually he's the one in charge, but now seeing you all worked up and confident with that tone, he couldn't stop his dick from twitching in his pants. he liked this side of you, a lot. he liked thinking about you forcibly taking control over him and even being rough with him.

so many new ideas were entering his brain at once that he wouldn't be surprised if he was drooling right there.

the dazed look in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by you, nor did the shiver that racked his body.

you got him.

with this victory you grabbed his shirt by the collar and kissed him deeply, making sure to leave a bite on his lip as you pulled away.

his hair was messy and his face and neck were flushed, lips shining as they rested slightly agape. he looked so beautiful, gazing down at you with big doe eyes. you wanted to make him fall apart. a new desire that had never existed in your mind prior, but was much welcomed.

yangyang returned to himself and straightened, only giving you a small nod and lowered his head.

unable to see your wicked grin through his fringe, he followed as you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to your bedroom.

a rush of excitement bloomed in your chest, traveling all the way down to your core. you wanted to try so many things with him. you wanted to ruin him.

yangyang didn't make a sound as he watched you expectantly, careful so not to break the mood.

he couldn't deny how excited he was. how hard it made him to see you looking so angry and being so rough. he could feel himself leaking into his boxers already.

"get on the bed, on your stomach."

your voice never faltered. it carried a weight with it that shot straight to yangyang's already aching dick.

he only hesitated for a second before letting himself spread flat across the mattress.

"what are you gonna do?" he wasn't sure if he should ask questions, but he was curious to know why you had him on his front rather than his back.

you approached him in slow strides and wordlessly curled your hands around his hips, pulling him to the end of the bed with so much force that he actually let out a yelp. he was bent over the edge of the bed so he was almost kneeling in front of you, and that's when it clicked.

yangyang's eyes went wide and he lifted his head to look at you but you were quicker, placing a firm hand on the back of his neck and leaning down to whisper by his ear.

"i'm gonna show you what happens to boys who wanna act like little brats."

you pushed off of him and returned to stand behind him. you were still for a moment as you watched him, scanning his entire body for any sign that he was uncomfortable with this or that he wanted you to stop.

you waited for any protest and when you received none, you went to work.

you started with your hands on his outer thighs, gripping both of them softly and rubbing in soothing motions as you went higher. he tensed and you slowed as you slid your hands over his still fully clothed ass. it was so small and firm. cute.

yangyang shifted back and forth slightly, not used to the sensation and slightly embarrassed at the attention he's receiving there. but he liked it. he wanted more.

when you found no sign of resistance, you pushed on, kneading at the soft flesh of his behind and letting your nails press into him from time to time.

yangyang put his head down in his bent arm to try to conceal himself and the noises that were escaping his lips. he was already enjoying this too much.

he wondered what this meant and if this would change anything about him, but mostly he wondered what other things you'd be willing to try with him. to do to him.

he was brought back by the sound of your voice, softer and lighter in tone this time.

"if you want me to stop at any or point or don't like it, please tell me. okay, angel?"

angel? you'd never called him that before. especially not in these circumstances. it made him shiver and want to push himself back into your touch. he felt so needy and hot and just a bit lightheaded.

"yangie?" you placed a soft hand on the small of his back.

right, he needed to answer you.

yangyang turned his head to face you and nodded, "okay."

his skin was flushed and he looked so vulnerable in this position, it made your heart swell. you forced down your feelings for later and smiled at him, returning his nod.

"i'm going to start off easy, i want you to keep count for me, okay?" you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his sweats and boxers. "and you better not move from this position."

in one swift motion you pulled his clothes down so they fell to his thighs, his pert ass exposed to you, bringing a smirk to your lips.

"you have such a cute little ass, you know that, baby?"

he squeaked. he actually squeaked at that. you've never complimented him like that. sure, you've told him he's cute or handsome and even complimented him on his chest and shoulders, but you've never talked to him -about him- this way. it made him feel small and powerless like he was some little toy for you to use. and he loved it.

he buried his face deeper into his arm and just wiggled slightly in response, eager for you to put your hands back on him and just touch him.

you chuckled lowly and grabbed a handful of the flesh of his ass. "nothing to say now, hm?"

you pulled your hand away and lifted it above him, quickly bringing it down across his right cheek with a resounding smack.

the slap entered yangyang's ears and bounced around in his now empty head, the only sound he could produce being a rather slutty moan that echoed back to him in the stillness of the room.

you smiled and looked down at him, content with how he's already falling apart under you.

"baby? are you forgetting something?"

he registers your words seconds late and flinches at his realization.

"one."

he already sounds wrecked and you have to bite back the groan in your throat.

"good boy."

yangyang lets out a whiny moan at that.

"you like being called that?" you let your hands slide up his bare ass and under his shirt to massage at his toned back.

"you know, you could hear that more often if you didn't act up so much."

you pulled your hands from him and landed another smack on his right cheek, this one a bit harder.

he lurched forward and groaned loudly, then dropped his head back on his arm.

"t-two."

"who knew you were such a pain slut," you laughed. with that, you gave a third slap to his left this time, even harder than the last two.

yangyang was slowly losing his mind. his head felt like it was spinning and there there was so much sensation in his bottom half, but not where he's used to.

all of these new thoughts and feelings were overwhelming his system, along with the delicious stinging on his behind. he couldn't understand how it could feel so good, so satisfying, but he chalked it up to it just being you. he loved anything you did to him.

for now, he tried to focus on counting. "three."

you hummed and smoothed a hand over his already reddened cheeks, "very good, baby. can you do seven more?"

he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and nodded. with the way he was feeling now, he could probably do this all night.

you smiled, the gesture going unseen by your boyfriend whose face was still down in his arm.

he looked absolutely precious. so sweet and docile. the contrast from his usual confident and playful demeanor was making your legs weak, but you pressed on. it wasn't even about a punishment anymore, now you just wanted to show him who was in control tonight.

wasting no time, you delivered the fourth and fifth smacks in quick succession, each getting heavier in force.

strings of high pitched whines left his mouth but he kept up with your ministrations, the numbers falling past his lips like a mantra.

he counted to seven before he felt something shift in him. he needed more.

for the first time since you started, he found his words and finally spoke up.

"please, please keep going."

he sounded positively fucked, almost pathetic to his own ears, but he couldn't control himself. he'd never felt like this in his life.

usually he's got control of himself and even sometimes you, but right now he's sure that if he weren't flat on this bed he'd be falling to the floor. his body feels so light, maybe he'll start floating instead?

his mind feels like it's floating away from his body and he's hit with the sudden need to hear your voice. you feel so far away and he feels so airy and gone that he's not even sure if you're still there.

without even realizing it he's hiccuping with small cries, his shoulders shaking slightly.

as soon as you notice, you're crawling up the bed to his side, a sudden fear growing in you that maybe you had gone too far and hurt him.

you lifted his face in your hands gently and searched for his eyes.

"what's wrong, angel? did i hurt you? do you want to stop? we can stop. i'm so sorry, baby."

you shifted to his level and brought him closer to you, guilt building a home in your chest.

yangyang realized the situation. it looks like he's crying out of pain, but that wasn't it at all. he's crying because it feels so good and you make him feel safe enough to be that vulnerable and he just loves you.

but he can't figure out how to voice that right now, so instead he just shakes his head and grabs your hands in his, bringing his face to your neck and taking deep breaths. he calms himself before he speaks again.

"no, no you didn't hurt me and there's nothing wrong. i just..."

you pull away and watch him with soft eyes, patiently waiting for him to finish.

he lets out a deep breath and pushes himself up on his elbows.

"it just was a lot and i've never felt like that before. it felt like i left my body and i guess for a second i got scared cause i felt so far and i just wanted to feel you and hear your voice. but it feels so good and i don't want you to stop. i just got carried away. please keep going, please."

all hope of keeping down your emotions was lost at his small voice as he pleaded with you.

he wanted you to keep going. he was enjoying himself so much that he got lost in the feeling, and it overwhelmed him to the point of tears.

it felt like there was a swarm of butterflies in your stomach and chest as you processed it. his newfound submission and trust was so much better than punishing him or trying to teach him any kind of lesson.

you almost wanted to stop and just pull him into your arms and soothe him, but more than anything you wanted to make him feel good. so if he wanted more, then he was going to get it.

you rose from the bed to return to your place at the end, but not before kissing him sweetly on the lips and reminding him to tell you if he wants you to stop.

he was still turned on his side watching you with glassy eyes and you could see how hard he was with his front exposed.

he was standing tall against his stomach, red and glistening with precum. all things considered, it was adorable and your heart swelled at the sight. you would have to pay special attention to him later.

gently you guided him back on his stomach with a hand on his hip and he obeyed, lifting his hips and pushing his ass up for you.

you giggled at how eager he was and squeezed his thigh.

"okay, baby boy, three more. you ready?"

he mewled and hummed immediately.

"good boy."

you raised your hand and landed a hard smack across his ass, pulling a loud moan from his throat at the impact.

he was already panting and his shoulders were going slack, the ecstasy taking over his body again.

"what are we on, angel?"

your sweet voice enveloped him like a plush blanket in a harsh winter. he trusted you. he loved you so much.

"eight."

"good, baby. keep going?" you checked once more and he nodded.

you massaged the supple skin on his behind and promptly delivered another hard slap on his left cheek.

yangyang was falling again, heat and shivers spreading throughout his body at your touch. pressure was building in his core at your praises. he just wanted to keep being good for you.

"one more, baby, you're doing so well."

you bent over and placed a kiss on the side of his head, rubbing his shoulders and whispering soft praises to him to keep him grounded.

he was writhing and literally squirming on the bed, his back arched as he awaited the final spank. he needed it. he was so close.

raising your hand one last time, you put a little more force into it as you swept your hand across his ass, earning the loudest sound you'd ever heard from your boyfriend.

it was a mix between a cry and a moan and it left him in waves as he shook under you.

you crawled up next to him and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to you and running your hand through his hair, the other making circles on his back.

"i've got you, angel. you did so well. you were so good for me." you reassured him.

his breaths were shallow and shaky as he came back down to earth. his hands gripped at your shirt and he sniffled into your chest.

"was so good. love you so much."

your heart somersaulted behind your ribs. you held him tighter and continued to whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

once his breathing returned to normal, you sat up and looked at him.

"wait, you still need to finish, don't you?"

he didn't respond and put his head into your chest.

you got your answer in the form of a wet spot on the sheets, looking down to see his dick only half hard and covered in cum.

he came just from that.

now you were the one who felt like you were floating.

not wanting to embarrass him, you stroked his cheek with your thumb and sat up to get a towel.

before you could stand he was pulling you back down next to him and shoving his face into your chest again.

"mm, don't leave. shower later." his voice was soft and squeaky. it made your heart do a flip.

you held him against your chest and took in his warmth, listening to the peaceful sound of his breathing. "okay baby, i'm not going anywhere."

looks like he got his way after all.

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