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borathae · 2 years ago

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sibi i wanna know whats like your filthiest and nastiest fantasy with your bangtan biases? like when youre the domme and then when you sub i guess switch counts?

Okay so that’s such a good question and knowing me I will escalate hahaha. I also wanna state that I would obviously only do that stuff after getting clear consent and the good to go. Okay so my thirst starts under the cut

Yoongus Boongus

As a Domme:

Dress him up in a white leather harness & collar combination. Body worship him until he is a begging mess and then peg him while he's on his back. And like his legs are bend and I press my thighs against the back of his' so he ends up feeling every one of my thrusts. And I make him play with his own cock but his wrists are tied so he is struggling and whining and cumming all over his tummy. Also I make him blush so much because I keep praising him and forcing him to maintain eye contact while fucking him deep and slow.

Alternatively peg him while he is in this sweater

And I carry him to bed and then make him ride me while we are both sitting and facing each other and he's obviously still wearing the sweater (sweaterpaws!!). Also I'll leave hickeys all over his neck and exposed collarbones and praise him for being such a cute and good boy for me. Obviously eye contact is still mandatory. I would also obsessively play with his hair and tug on it. Another thing? I would regularly take baths with him, wash his hair for him & massage his scalp, help him scrub his body and then jerk him off while he's between my legs & I whisper praises and kiss his neck.

As a sub:

I just want him to choke me as he pounds me missionary. And before that he fingered my pussy to a squirting orgasm. Bonus points if he fingered my ass too. Just hand stuff because

Do I need to say more? Also this is a "I'm in fucking love with you and I need you to fucking remember that you love me too so please moan my fucking name, princess. It’s all I need" type of situation.

Googie Boogie

As a Domme:

Spank him until he is crying and cumming just from impact play and his ass is so, so red. Then overstimulate him to another orgasm (where he cries again) and while he recovers I wanna kiss his body and praise him for being such a handsome cutie. Once he recovered, I wanna peg him missionary with our fingers intertwined while I once again force him to keep up eye contact even though it’s so, so difficult for him.

Basically I just wanna hurt him and bring him to his limits only to then lift him up by being so gentle and treating him to the most loving orgasm ever. I also wanna play with his hair, tug on it and all. I also wanna just... hold his waist but like he wears an oversized shirt so his shape is hidden at first and will only be revealed once I close my fingers around him

And I wanna do that in like a lap sitting context where he's on my lap and I either play with his cock or he rides my strap or maybe both tbfh. Obviously eye contact is mandatory with him as well. Or in a backhug situation where I surprise him with a handjob. Also so much nipple play with him in general. And so many sensual oil massages.

As a sub:

He chases me, catches me and picks me up. I want to feel his hands close around around my waist yk? I wanna feel tiny and petite because of him. He then proceeds to fuck me against a wall hard and rough until I squirt all over his cock. And I wanna feel and see his arms flex. I mean

I don’t need to say more. Also this is a "I'm not mad at you but I'm still gonna fuck you like I am and once I'm done, I’ll carry you to bed just to fuck your ass doggy. So hold onto me, sweetie. I'm gonna fucking ruin you in my arms" kinda situation.

Tete Bebe

As a Domme:

Art. Create art with him. Make him pose in sensual positions while I take pictures. Make him dress up in pretty clothes so I can photograph him. Mark him up with hickeys, bitemarks and lipstick stains and take pictures of them as well. Like basically whatever the Shutter Sounds couple has going on is my ultimate fantasy with him. Just make him look and feel pretty, praise him, mark him up, praise him more and ride his cock. Also lots of jewellery because he looks so pretty in it.

Alternatively I make him wear a collar and leash and then I peg him doggy whilst pulling at the leash (or perhaps his hair tbfh). And like I want to do it in front of a mirror and he has to look at me through the reflection while I make him cum until he physically can’t anymore.

As a sub:

Standing shower sex from behind where he grabs my boobs and bites my neck. And he is whispering dirty nothings with his deep, breathy voice while his cock is deep inside me. Idk if I want it in my ass or pussy tbfh he is good to go with both. I just need him to be wet and hot and steamy.

Like come on. Also this is a "I just came home after two weeks of not seeing you and I couldn’t wait any longer so I’m fucking you in the shower, but this is only the beginning so don’t tire out too fast, gorgeous. Now cream that cock again, fucking do it" type of situation.

Conclusion

I also wanna state, that I wanna give all of them the best fucking head ever. Like entire cock down throat, balls in my mouth and rim devoured kinda head. With handjob breaks in between and so much edging to the point where they are snotty snd teary eyed and they literally beg me for release. Obviously their legs are over my shoulders during the rimjob and even more obviously, I hold their hands when they're getting close and I have to edge them again. Also like okay. Assplay in general? Like having them lay down for me while I play with their holes for hours? Just like starting out with my tongue and fingers, testing out different sized/shaped toys, seeing how much I can stretch them, like making them hold themselves open so I can see how pretty they are inside, using vibrators, making them cum over and over again just by playing with their prostate. And they get to the point where their voices are squeaky and their toes curl and they are literally writhing in bliss. Like omfg that shit just gets me going.

For the more subby stuff, hands just get me going. A handsy Dom omfmg like them pulling me close, feeling me up, massaging me, grabbing me, pinning me down, holding me tight. Them choking me, fondling my boobs or fingering my holes. Just...hands bruv, hands. No slapping though hahshs but then tbfh? Maybe they could spank my ass in the heat of the moment aka during rough fucking like once or twice. Also most definitely hand holding when they're making love to me with lotsa praise and kisses.

I hope that this is what you wanted anonie because I am now gone 😩 also, I realised that maybe those aren’t my naughtiest and wildest fantasies with them but more like the ones I think about the most and/or the ones which bring me the most like "ehehe yes :-)" feelings. If you really wanna know my most "scandalous" fantasies let me know 👀 I think I can create something about them. Thank you for sending this, I had so much fun answering this 💜

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aquagustd · 3 years ago

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snug & smug - JHS

↣ you’re forced to take one of your coworkers jobs after she had suddenly quit. On your delivery trip to the local zoo, you spot someone, someone who looks oddly familiar. What bothers you is that you can’t place him, but it seems like he recognizes you.

𓃹part of the zookeeper bangtan series𓃟

pairing — zookeeper!hoseok x pizza-delivery-girl!reader

genre/rating — R | crack, fluff, smut, s2l

word count — 6K

warnings/tags — fuckboy!hobi, college au, he handles the smaller mammals & petting zoo, strong language, clueless + horny? y/n, scent kink, explicit smut —exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering, body worship, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, praise kink, car sex, spit kink, brief handjob, biting/scratching, slight overstimulation, spanking, pussy slapping, choking, rough sex, doggy style, drool, protected sex

a/n — I edited this just to include something about hobi’s leg hair 🧍🏻‍♀️ also this is my favorite hobi from what I’ve written so far

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With a grunt, you fit the helmet over your head, ensuring that the strap is snug under your chin. You hear your manager call your name before you start up the scooter. He beams at you, lifting both his fists to shoot you a thumbs up. You give him one of your own before huffing away the strand of hair that managed to slip out from underneath your heavy headgear. It’s going to bother you all day but you’re too frustrated to readjust it.

“You look cute with that on! Good luck!”

It’s your fourth day of agony. A job you didn’t sign up for. At all. You’d much rather spend your days in the kitchen, like you used to, smearing marinara sauce on dough. It might’ve been monotonous, but it was within your comfort zone. Going out, delivering pizzas, over thirty-five orders during the evening alone, is not. You have no idea why your manager assigned this job to you if you know for a fact that he doesn’t trust you with it. The way he repeats the guidelines he no doubt made up himself and isn’t company policy plus his vigilant gaze every time you leave for a delivery only adds to your annoyance.

Who doesn’t love pizza?

Soon you’ll be the person falling under the anti-pizza category if you’d have to plaster on another fake smile. A fusion of steak and pineapple lingers in your nostrils, threatening to have your decent chicken sandwich rise in your throat and spoil your whole trip.

That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. You could say that you aren’t feeling too well.

However, the image of your manager’s stressed-out face surfaces, frantically calling up whoever to fill in the space of Eunji when she called in to say she wouldn’t be coming in. Two hours after her shift began. Causing a backlog of delivery orders. You had offered to cover for her, because you’re nice. But you didn’t think this would become a permanent thing. At the end of the day, your conscience would eat at you if you were to quit too. You’ve had this job ever since you started college.

But the customers…that’s another story.

Pulling up on the dusty path, you reach into the warmer strapped to the back of the scooter and make your way to the entrance of the zoo, fidgeting with your helmet as you go.

This is your first time here at the local zoo and you would be intrigued by all the sounds coming from behind the large gates, if you came here under different circumstances. A short, balding man sits with a scowl on his face in the booth, passing you the smallest glance as you near the area. It’s a Wednesday afternoon so it isn’t too busy.

“Excuse me?”

His eyebrow jumps, arms still folded, “how can I help?”

You lift the tissue taped onto the box of pizza to inspect the receipt, “order for Road H?”

He nods, and you take it as your queue to leave it on the small counter, however he nudges it away. You stare at him with mild confusion and anger.

“Not for me.”

“O-oh the—”

He hands you a blank card, gesturing to the gates out of his view but in your line of sight, “take it to Road H.”

You groan, there are other orders you need to deliver and now you’d have to go exploring in a zoo. One you haven’t been to before.

“How do I find it?” You mumble, fitting the card into your jeans pocket haphazardly.

“Map. When you enter.”

Passing him a puzzled look, you thank him quietly then head around the booth. Seems like you aren’t the only one who hates your job.

The gigantic gates can be a little unnerving, and you’ve read stories about the animals going crazy in the past. However, you also know that they’ve made major improvements to the security, etcetera. With that in mind, you brave a few steps through the gates and find the stand that contains a small map and images of some of the animals that can be found here.

You breathe a sigh of relief after you gather that Road H isn’t where all the scary animals are. It’s near the food court. But you still got to keep an eye out for any wild monkeys.

On your way there, you realize that all the trees look the same and you decide to ask someone for directions. A man wearing a black shirt. Probably one of the zookeepers since it looks similar to the shirt the grump was wearing at the booth.

“Excuse me? Hi. Do you know—” A surprised gasp escapes from your lips when he turns around to reveal a scar through one of his eyes. You know it’s mean to stare, but you can’t help it.

“Yes?”

He sounds bored, and you wonder if everyone here is this unenthusiastic, quite the opposite of their vibrant surroundings.

“I’m looking for Road H,” you continue, raising the pizza box which catches his sharp gaze, “delivery.”

“Oh,” his fingers curl around the edge of the box and you let it go without thinking twice, “I’m on my way there so I can drop it off for you.”

“Yes. I mean…no! They didn’t pay yet.”

He blinks then spins around. You trot after him, nearly tripping over a rock as he takes you down another path.

“This way.”

You’re staring at the back of his head, black hair bobbing over his ears as he walks. You’re a bit curious as to how he got that scar.

The food court is much more crowded than you expected. Wooden tables and benches with vines hanging overhead, suiting the atmosphere.

“Hope-ah! Delivery,” you follow him blindly to the small ice-cream truck stationed at the back. Dodging the tables as you go. A man, who you guess is also another zookeeper, turns around with a leather jacket swung over his shoulder, licking on an ice-cream cone.

“Thanks man,” he grins, heart-shaped smile directed at the man who seems to have forgotten all about you when he blocks out your frame with his. He tucks into the pizza, a slice caught between his teeth when you clear your throat.

“Sorry,” you begin, stepping around him to come face to face with the other guy, “you haven’t paid yet.”

The grin he had on earlier returns, gaze raking down your figure a few times which has you shifting from foot to foot.

“I’ve never been happier about a pizza delivery,” he smirks, nudging the man next to him who sniggers.

Something about his smile speeds up your heartrate, mostly because you’re feeling incredibly exposed with the way he’s staring you down. Licking at the cone.

You hold out your hand, repeating yourself a little louder this time, “you haven’t paid yet.”

His eyes widen and he starts to rummage through his pockets, “right, right.”

Why does he look so familiar? You would ask, but you’re also running out of time and you have a feeling that this guy might take it the wrong way.

Impatience growing, you follow his hand as he finally produces the correct amount and places it in your palm, fingertips lingering on your own.

He holds your gaze, tongue darting out to lick the ice-cream, “is that enough?”

You poke at the notes in your hand, “yeah.”

When you turn around, a hand on your wrist stops you and you snap your head to find him too close to your face, “see you soon.”

Before you can pull your hand away, he lets you go, and you stomp out of the food court with befuddled thoughts. You really need to do something about your dry spell. How could a stranger have you feeling this way? Your stomach twists with butterflies when you recall the glint in his eyes and perfectly styled hair.

Although, something about his smile tells you that he might not be a complete stranger. You just down know how. Yet.

Gross. Disgusting.

The back of your scalp itches underneath the helmet, sweat dripping down the side of your face as you come to a stop on the sandy road. You want nothing more than to head home and take a cool shower. But it’s just the beginning of your shift.

You want to scream. You think you can get away with it. With all the bushes surrounding you. Only one thing prevents you from actually doing it. And that’s the judgmental stare from the man sitting at the booth.

“Hello,” you smile, “order for Hoseok?”

Similar to Wednesday, he slides the card across the counter, “Road H.”

With a frown, you make your way through the gates and peek at the map briefly before trekking down the pathway.

Road H. Again.

With that guy. The one who has been poisoning your dreams ever since you’ve seen him for the first time. Although, at the back of your mind, something has been telling you that it wasn’t actually the first time. You’ve seen him before. You just don’t know where or how, and that’s why you’re unusually curious about this random dude. You’re both frustrated and excited to see him again because maybe, you’d manage to place his face and then you’d be free. Why are you so annoyed about it anyway? Because he’s hot.

No.

Yeah he is. So hot.

He’s attractive and that’s the closest you’ve allowed another male species ever since your breakup. Perhaps that’s the reason why.

The zoo is bustling today, children’s laughter becoming louder and louder as you make your way to Road H, bypassing the entrance to the food court to finally come around a little chain-link enclosure. More than ten kids gripping the cage as they bounce off the floor with excitement.

Upon further inspection, you see him sitting inside the enclosure, holding a moving fluffball while a little girl pokes at its back. Hoseok?

“Erm, order for Hoseok?”

That draws the attention of him and the little monsters around you.

“Pizza!”

“PIZZA!”

A shiver runs down the length of your spine when he meets your gaze, transferring the fluffball to the girl to speak to you through the fencing.

“Hi,” he waves, looking at you from head to toe like the last time, “I’m Hoseok.”

You clear your throat, not sure whether to look at the chain around his neck or his blinding smile or smoldering eyes.

“Hi.”

“We got pizza guys! Let’s thank the pretty lady,” he shrills, clapping his hands wildly for the other kids to chime in with their thanks while your cheeks heat furiously.

And then you realize that you’re sweaty and gross. You avert your gaze to the fluffball munching on carrots in the enclosure. Especially when he makes his way out, rinsing his hands in the small bucket of water placed to the side.

“You like Sunny?”

“Hm?”

He juts his thumb in the direction of the cage, “the chinchilla. Sunny.”

“Uh…He’s cute,” you mumble, handing him the pizza boxes, “that’s a cute name.”

He stands next to you, a wave of his cologne hits you to have another nagging thought enter your mind. It smells so familiar. You’re irritated now, especially when his shoulder brushes yours lightly, his warmth sending tingles across your skin.

You take a step back reflexively when he dips his head to peer into your eyes, forcing you to look at him.

“Is this enough?”

He hands you a couple of notes while you’re glued to the spot, trying not to let your voice give you away. Thankfully, a girl with pigtails tugs at his shirt and he crouches down in front of her.

You’re sweating now. Shirt clinging to your back just as the cash sticks to your moist palms.

“When are we going to see the ponies?”

You watch him pinch her cheek, causing your heart to clench in your chest.

“After we have lunch, okay?”

She wraps her arms around his neck before skipping away to tell her little group of friends.

“You guys have ponies?”

You hear yourself say, and it’s too late because he’s already standing next to you. That damn cologne.

“Yeah. Horses and things. If anyone wants to go riding.”

“O-oh,” you mumble, thinking of something else to ask as you stand there awkwardly. Staring at his angular jaw and pink lips. “How m-much is it?”

He chuckles, fitting his hands into his pockets while you join in his laughter too. Even though you have no idea why he’s laughing.

Glancing around, he bends down to whisper in your ear, catching you off guard with the sharp movement.

“You don’t need to pay if you want a ride.”

You can’t help the gasp that tumbles from your lips, especially when he raises an eyebrow, breath wafting over your face. With that same smug grin on his face.

“I—”

With a deep breath, you spin around and speed through the gates, still feeling his burning stare on the back of your head. Until you know that you’re out of sight, you pause outside the booth to catch your breath. It was too much for you. He’s too much for you. WHO IS HE? Why do you know him but don’t know him at the same time?

You’re so on edge that the couple making their way out of the zoo startles you. And you apologize like an idiot when they didn’t even see you standing there.

It goes on like that for the rest of the week. And it’s something you can’t avoid. Is he not tired of pizza yet? Of taunting you every time you deliver his order innocently only for him to make some comment which keeps you distracted for the rest of the day?

You might lose your job if this goes on. You’re mixing up orders. Taking longer than usual to actually deliver the pizzas. And the heat doesn’t make it any easier.

But this is your job and you can’t quit. So you’re psyching yourself up to ask him who the fuck he is. But it would be embarrassing if he says he had never seen you before and he just enjoys teasing young women like yourself. He could be someone you saw in your dreams. Your dream guy. He doesn’t look far from it.

It takes you a little longer to find him today, passing the too quiet enclosures to see a dark figure at the end of the path. Hair sweaty as he sorts through a basket of…leaves?

Detecting slight movement in your periphery, you see a koala clinging onto a tree, wearing a sanguine smile. Which has one of your own spreading across your face at its cuteness.

“Awww.”

Hoseok lifts his head, a single strand of hair falling across his forehead with the motion. And you suddenly forget why you’re standing here. In front of this hunk surrounded by animals. But the heat from the pizza reminds you.

“Uhm, order.”

He laughs, low and husky as he makes his way to you. Large boots crunching on the pebbles ominously.

“I have you alone today.”

You blink, laughing nervously, “what? No we’re not.”

You gesture around you, to the enclosures on either side, pointing at the koala who seems to be eavesdropping. No doubt judging your flustered self.

“You’re right,” he grins, cracking his knuckles.

“It’s so quiet here,” you note, attempting to fill the silence, “I don’t see the other animals.”

If you squint at the bushes behind the fence, you think you can spot something moving behind the branches.

“I just fed them all, so they’re pretty occupied now.”

He wipes his hands on his pants, tan skin lit by the sun dipping below the horizon.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you should come by when you’re free, I’ll give you a little tour,” he winks, knocking the air from your lungs in the process.

“I…am free,” you whisper, looking everywhere but his face, “you were my last delivery.”

“Oh?” You shuffle to the side when he takes the pizza box from you, smoothing his hand over his hair only for more dark strands to dust his eyebrow, “let’s go then.”

Tucking your hair behind your ears, you follow him back down the path, dodging a heap of leaves and twigs. You can’t help but glance at him every now and then, admiring his perfect side profile.

You seem to have forgotten that he hasn’t paid yet, and he reminds you, fitting the cash in your palm with a secretive smile.

“What’s the most dangerous animal you have here?”

He looks up to the side, “in the whole zoo? Or just here?”

“J-just the ones you take care of.”

After a beat of silence, his smile returns, a much goofier one this time.

“Most of the ones I care for are not dangerous at all. They’re all cuddly critters.”

Hearing him say cuddly critters sends a flurry of butterflies in your tummy. You resist the urge to ask if he could say it again.

Another question on your tongue, you turn to look at him again when he cuts you off, smile replaced with a smirk.

“I know you don’t remember.”

“Wha—"

Your eyebrows pinch together. Why do you suddenly feel the need to pretend as if you do know? Whatever it is he’s talking about.

“I mea—”

“That night,” he prods, stalking you until your back hits something hard and cold. Mild relief from the heat.

“W-which night?”

He licks his lips, you track the motion greedily, “the Halloween party.”

You must look comical with the way your eyes bug out of your head.

Oh shit.

that night™

College. You’re in your early twenties and you thought this dumb game would just be a dreadful memory of your childhood. But here you are, navigating through the dark, a little tipsy with nothing but your hands feeling around for somewhere to hide.

Whose idea was it anyway?

Must’ve been one of the idiots from the health department, since they’re the ones who come up with quirky ideas.

Hide-and-seek in the dark with a bunch of drunk college students who take their Halloween costumes a little too seriously.

Obviously, you couldn’t tell your best friend that you hate the dark. That you still sleep with a lamp on because you live your life with this irrational fear. But it’s okay. You can do it. It’s just a dumb ga—

An ear-piercing shriek, like something out of a horror movie, echoes in the house. Fuck.

One of the reasons why you disliked playing this game when you were younger was because you were always one of the first people to get caught.

“Fuck,” you mutter, steadying what you think is a vase that threatens to topple over the coffee table.

“Get in here.”

The voice comes from behind you, so you charge toward it, forehead hitting a hard surface.

“OW!”

“Be careful,” the deep voice warns, gripping your hand to pull you into a small place that seems to get smaller when he closes the door to what you assume is a closet, “fuck. Something poked my eye!”

“Oh shit,” you pat his chest, air getting warmer the more you speak, “it’s my antenna.”

“Your antenna? What are you supposed to be?”

Even though he can’t see you, you’re suddenly embarrassed at the question, “a ladybug. What about you?”

“I’m not wearing a costume.”

“Oh.”

“Now be quiet. They might catch us.”

You laugh, “you’re taking this seriously?”

His hand rests on your shoulder, the other slotted between the wall and your elbow, “yeah. I don’t wanna get caught.”

“Why not?”

“Are you kidding? Who knows what they’ll do if they find us?!”

You giggle at his frightened tone, adjusting your position so his other hand falls to your hip.

“You’re scared.”

“Of course I’m scared!”

“Don’t worry,” you chuckle, rubbing his very toned chest lightly, “I’m scared too.”

“Are you drunk?”

“What? Nope.”

You hear him sniff, “you sure? Your breath—”

“My breath? You should smell yours!”

He laughs, both hands curled around your hips, “I didn’t say it smells bad.”

“Okay.”

Standing in musty silence, your cheeks heat when your stomach decides to growl embarrassingly loud.

“Someone’s hungry.”

You punch his chest, “shut up.”

“Ouch! I’ll send you back if you keep abusing me.”

“I’m not abusing you!”

His fingers curl around your wrists, “I’ll just keep these here to prevent any bruising.”

You wriggle in his hold, gritting your teeth, “let me go.”

“Nope.”

“Come on,” you squeal. In your fuss, you step away from him and your back hits a shelf, piercing into your spine, “fuck!”

“Shush—” suddenly, your hands are trapped up against the wall, kept there by his tight grip “—you’re being too loud.”

The thick scent of his cologne fills your nostrils. And the reality of the situation hits you just when you feel the material of his pants rub against your bare thigh.

You’re in a dark closet, pinned against a wall by a random guy who feels good and smells even better. He must look as attractive as he sounds. This is the most fun you’ve had since you started college.

He smells heavenly and expensive.

“How long do you think we’ll be here for?”

“I-I don’t know,” you sigh, heartrate accelerating, “all night…who knows?”

“All night?”

“Yeah.”

He groans, releasing you from his grip. However, you can still feel the heat radiating from his body, legs slotted between yours in the cramped-up space.

“We…we should probably find something to do,” you say under your breath, scrunching your eyes shut because you hate how seductive that sounded. But it’s too late.

“Oh yeah? What do you suggest?”

Fanning yourself, you tilt your head to the side and purse your lips. Hoping that would keep your thoughts from spilling. But that could only do so much when he’s moving even closer now.

“I don’t know…”

“You must have an idea if you think we could occupy ourselves here,” he urges, hand returning to your hip while yours fall to his shoulders.

“I don’t.”

The only sound you hear is his steady breathing, chest rising and falling beneath your fingertips as they skate across his chest.

“I wonder what your costume looks like.”

“Hm?”

“I said,” he whispers, hair tickling the side of your face, “I wonder what you look like in the costume.”

“O-oh, I’m wearing matching red shorts and a shirt…with antennae,” you babble, lost in his fragrance.

“You must look very sexy,” he husks, fingers inching up your sides to slide through your hair. The back of your neck prickles with sweat and nerves, “sexy ladybug.”

“You must look very sexy too,” you shoot back, twisting the material of his shirt when his lips skim your ear.

“I’m not wearing a costume, ladybug,” he chuckles, the low timbre of his voice has your core throbbing.

“Still,” you pant, eyes slipping shut when he kisses the skin under your ear, “you’re sexy.”

Perhaps it’s the lack of light, but you find yourself extra sensitive to his touches, melting under each caress of his rough fingers against your skin. Falling further into his arms just as he moves impossibly close to you, sharing body heat.

He traces the line of your jaw, thumb stopping under your lower lip which has you leaning into him, chest hitting his.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

His top lip grazes yours ever-so-slightly, supple skin feathering across yours as you pant into each other’s mouths. His large hand curls around your thigh, hooking it around his waist as he continues to knead your flesh.

“Ye—”

BANG! BANG!

“Anybody in here?!”

“Fuck,” he whispers, jolting away from you, “shhh.”

Heart thundering in your chest, the door flies open and you’re being yanked out of the closet. You still can’t see a thing. The others around you shout and whoop, while you’re being pushed out of the house into the backyard with a group of girls sitting at the poolside. The only lighting being minute candles.

Your panties cling to your folds. All because of one man who you’d probably never see again. You fucking hate the dark.

“Ladybug.”

Your head might explode with how hot it feels.

“Wait. How did you— How did you know it was me?”

He slings an arm over your shoulder, steering you in the direction of the exit. Your heart might soar out if your chest.

“I checked on Instagram after that night. It wasn’t that difficult to find the girl with the ladybug costume. Which—” he nudges your hip, tucking you under his arm, “you looked very very sexy wearing.”

Gaze flickering from his face to the ground, you hide the blush behind your hair which he moves away with the hand around your neck.

“It was easy for you, I didn’t know who or how to ask about the guy who—”

“Who what?”

You chew on your bottom lip, “nothing.”

“Well,” he nods at the grump sitting in the booth who you see smiling for the very first time, “I couldn’t get you out of my head after that night. You felt…you were…Fuck. I’m so glad I found you.”

“Actually,” you beam at him, twisting around in his hold, “I found you.”

His mouth quirks to the side, “not really. I tried dropping hints but that didn’t seem to be working.”

You scoff, “what hints? Flirting with me in front of a bunch of kids and animals?”

He rolls his eyes, “I’m not the best at it, okay?”

“Where are we going?”

“To finish what we started.”

You freeze, breaking out of his hold.

“What?”

He turns around, face scrunched up, “what?”

“I mean,” you tug at your collar, “I’m—yeah…”

He grabs your shoulders, laughing heartily to expose his teeth, “you said you’re free now, right? Your shift ended?”

You nod, mind going hazy when you can finally place that heady scent to his handsome features.

“Then, let’s go finish this—” he holds up the pizza “—and talk.”

“Okay.”

However, once you’re seated in his car, you surge forward and wrap your arms around his neck, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. He makes a noise of surprise, arms encircling your waist to pull you onto his lap.

“We’re—” he speaks between kisses, groaning when your teeth catch on his bottom lip “—supposed to be talking.”

“I don’t wanna talk,” you breathe, burying your hands in his hair, “I want you. Right now.”

His nails drag along the skin of your thigh, tossing his head back when you kiss down the column of his throat, tongue curling at the base. You rock into his lap, moaning into his mouth when he bucks his hips in retaliation, large bulge grinding onto your clit.

With a grunt, he slots his fingers into your hair and yanks your head back, nosing up your jaw.

“Let’s take this to the back, hm?”

He mouths at your neck, lingering on the junction between your neck and shoulder to nip at the skin there.

You shiver, heat pooling in your abdomen, “someone will see us.”

“No one’s around,” he husks, fondling your breasts through the fabric of your shirt.

Propping one leg over the seat, you make your way to the back of his car. Unprepared for the burn of his hand meeting your ass.

He twists around, covering your lips with his once again as he sits down next to you, parting when he pulls his shirt over his head.

With ravenous touches, you suckle down his chest, nimble fingers working on unbuttoning his pants as you flick your tongue over his nipple. A gush of your slick floods your panties when you hear him whimper.

Hand on your shoulder, he pushes you down on the seat roughly, silver chain hanging over your face as he makes quick work of removing your shorts and panties in one go. Parting your legs with a hand on your inner thigh as you take off your shirt.

“To be honest,” he licks his lips, staring at your pussy unabashedly. The hand on your thigh prevents you from closing your legs out of diffidence. “I don’t care.”

“Don’t care ab— Ah fuck, Hoseok,” your eyes fall shut, teeth piercing into your lip when he spits on your cunt, palm coming down on your folds harshly.

Before you can open your eyes again, he draws his hand back and slaps your pussy thrice in quick succession. You can feel your slick splatter against your thighs, clit throbbing in need.

“Please.”

His middle finger circles your leaking hole, the other hand keeping you wide open for him, “please what?”

“Please, need more,” you cry, reaching up to grab the headrest when he smacks your pussy again. You think you might puncture your lips with how hard you’re biting down on them, juices dripping down between your ass cheeks.

“Fuck, haven’t even started yet and you’re messing up my seats,” he growls, laughing condescendingly, “dirty girl.”

“Please just—” he shuts you up with two fingers sinking into your cunt, keeping them there while you thrash beneath him.

“Gotta stretch you out for my cock,” he drags his fingers back out, drawing silent screams from your bitten lips when he crooks his fingers deep inside you, “so fucking tight.”

The lewd squelch of his fingers disappearing into your cunt fills the balmy air. He looks like something out of a wet dream. Light sheen of sweat across his body, sitting between your legs with his lips tucked between his teeth, depraved eyes watching how your pussy swallows up his fingers.

Right when his thumb makes contact with your clit, he adds a third finger, a surge of pleasure courses along your body and you let out a strained moan, sitting up to wrap your hands around his back and fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Fucking hell,” he grits out, grinding the heel of his palm against your slippery clit when you bite down on his shoulder, snapping his fingers into you, “you’re so fucking sexy. Fuck, this pussy is better than I imagined.”

Your stomach twists in desire, heat creeping up your spine as you taste your release, so close to the edge. He pulls your matted hair over your shoulder, peppering kisses along your neck as he moves his fingers in and out of you at breakneck speed, causing your thighs to tremble, signalling that you’re close. He continues to spew words of praise in your ear, warmth filling your heart just as you near the end.

“So fucking beautiful.

“Everything about you is so fucking perfect.”

“Such a perfect ass.”

“Gonna make you mine. This pussy is mine.”

Juices dripping down his hand, you cum with a guttural moan, going lax in his arms as he sets you down on the seat, helping you ride out your high. Through blurry eyes, you watch him pop his fingers in his mouth, arousal thrumming through you when he moans at your taste.

“I’ll eat you out as much as you want next time,” he promises, calloused fingers sliding across the stretchmarks on your thighs, “right now. I need to fuck you.”

He kneels on the seat, the skin of his thigh slotted between your legs as he reaches over into the front seat. Your hand dips below the band of his underwear, taking his cock in your palm and flicking your wrist over the shaft, salivating when you feel how sticky the tip is.

You giggle when you feel his cock twitch in your palm, jerking forward as he returns holding a condom.

Reaching down to tug at the soft skin of his balls, you chase his lips as he bends over, meeting you mouth in a searing kiss, hot and heavy tongue rolling across your own rhythmically just as his velvety cock slides along your palm.

“Fuck, your hand feels good,” he sighs against your lips, one hand holding him above you while the other reaches down to grab your wrist, halting your movement, “but I know what will feel even better.”

In one swift movement, he twists you over so you’re laying on your stomach, needy hands reaching under you to pull your back to an arch. You peek over your shoulder, staying on your hands and knees for him just as he positioned, to see him take the condom packaging between his teeth, tearing at it as he pumps his cock a few times. Your breathing picks up once again when he smacks both your ass cheeks, coming close to your center.

“Hold on tight,” he warns with a smug grin, dusty pink cockhead poking into your ass cheek.

Falling forward, your elbows give out when he sinks into your heat inch by inch, hissing as he stretches out your walls. You could almost cry with how good it feels, a comet of pleasure shooting through with the slightest friction.

You feel him kiss up your spine, his pelvis flush against your ass before he draws his hips back only to sink back in, keeping a bruising hold on your hips.

“You feel so good, fuck,” he curses, flexing his hips to set a pace, earning helpless whines from you as you jolt forward, lips parted to have drool dripping down the side of your face.

He moves your hair to the side, readjusting his position before he starts to pound into you, sweaty skin meeting yours in louds slaps. Your walls quiver when he brushes that sweet spot deep inside you, still buzzing from your first high, hugging his cock tightly.

“Ah, fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he snarls, reaching down to grip the back of your neck and hold him against your chest, fingers sliding to the front to press into the sides of your neck, cutting off enough air to have you teetering on the edge of your second high.

“Look at you,” he sniggers through gritted teeth, voice strained as he continues to snap his hips into yours, cock dragging across your ridges in merciless strokes.

You whimper when he licks across your cheek, tongue curling into your mouth which you suck on helplessly, nails digging into his forearms. The car rocks and shakes with the movement, but you couldn’t care less if anyone sees you. Trapped in his hold, falling apart as his cock splits you open.

Pliant and boneless. Your head falls back onto his shoulder when he reaches down to toy with your engorged clit. Walls closing around him, you spasm and shiver, mouth hanging open in a silent moan once he loosens his hold around your neck.

“Hoseok…”

You see white dots behind your lids as oxygen puffs out your lungs, cumming on his cock with muted whimpers.

“Shit, shit, I’m cumming. Get on your back, let me see you,” he strains, while you follow his orders on shaky legs, trembling as his cock tugs at your walls. You watch his eyes fall closed when he spills into the condom. Taking one of your tits in his palm as he rides out his high.

You suck in a harsh breath on one particularly hard thrust, reaching up to pull him down by his chain, connecting your lips in a slow, frenzied kiss.

Letting out a contented hum, he pecks your lips once before sitting up on the seat, watching you with hazy eyes. He straightens himself and ties up the condom. You’re busy looking for your underwear when he tosses you a hoodie. ‘Cuddly critters’ written in a fancy font.

“That’s the name of the uhm…petting zoo thing I manage.”

Cheeks aching from how hard you’re smiling, you put on the hoodie and hold your knees up to your chest. You realize that you’ve been wearing your socks the whole time.

“Did you make that up?”

He fits on his pants, nodding meekly, “yeah.”

“It’s cute,” you poke his back, socked foot sliding across his hairy calf, “I like it.”

Two apples form on his cheeks, “I like you, ladybug.”

Your hand flies to your stomach when it growls, and you shoot him a pained look. He smacks his thigh, laughing hysterically.

“You hungry?” He scoots closer to you, coddling you to his chest while you draw circles on his skin.

Shrugging, you glance at the pizza sitting on his dash.

“Starving.”

a/n — if you liked this, please consider dropping a comment/like/reblog or an ask if you’re shy.

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plot twist!namjoon | a-z

⤑ series: plot twist

⤑ pairing: rapper!namjoon x rich girl!reader

⤑ genre: just smut talk.

⤑ rating: explicit. // unedited.

⤑ warnings: smut talk... (mentions of) shower sex, cum shots, brat taming, doggy style, reverse cowgirl... sex positions, hair pulling, masturbation, semi-public sex, roleplaying, oral sex (f/m. receiving), rough sex, use of toys, teasing...

⤑ A/N: literally not even a full day and i already miss them :( they were such a mess but sooo much fun ., ugh.

A = Aftercare (what's he like after sex):

While he enjoyed cuddling with you before going to bed, after sex was a whole different story. The act would have both of you all sticky and hot and Joon wouldn't be a fan in laying in that, he'd be suggesting sharing a bath before snuggling under the covers... which would most likely result in another round.

B = Body Part (his favorite body part of his and also yours):

It was no secret that Joon had an interest fascination with your back, especially when he was fucking you. But, what he liked most were the dimples at the end of the back, he'd often times find himself pressing his thumbs into them as he held you steady.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically...):

The two of you were not really a big fan of condoms and while you were great about taking your birth control, the pull out method had worked itself into your routine. Joon was either spilling out on your back or thighs and on special occasions, you'd let him finish on your face.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his):

Despite the excessive amount of eye rolls he gives you, Joon is secretly very into the spoiled brat act you put on. There was just something about the annoyed pout and scrunch of your nose that he found cute, more so when he was denying you.

E = Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?):

You both were pretty equally matched when it came to the bedroom, although, you were a lot more adventurous than him. Always coming up with new things for the two of you to try, but it never took much convincing to get him to experiment.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying...):

Doggy style. Reverse cowgirl. Anything back to chest. Even if you were starting off facing each other, you'd soon be shifting into the spooning position, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.

G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment, or is he humorous, etc.):

Joon was pretty serious, but not so much that it made sleeping with him boring. He'd just get real concentrated on making you feel good and his entire focus would be on getting you to cum. Like in any other aspect of your relationship, you balanced each other out. You were playful and goofy enough for the both of you.

H = Hair (how well-groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes? how does he like you?):

He didn't really care how you kept yourself, however you were deciding to look down there was however he preferred you to look. It didn't make that much of a difference to him in the slightest bit. The same went for himself, he'd trim up from time to time but it never really was at the forefront of his mind.

I = Intimacy (how is he in the moment, romantic aspect...):

Very, very, extremely romantic. Joon was very into the emotional part of sex even if he didn't really vocalize it. Loved holding onto your hand and looking into your eyes while he was inside of you. And if it's been a while since the two of you have been together, he'd be putting together a special night complete with candles, bubble baths and flowers to make up for it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Not really his thing. Even before the two of you were getting together, he wasn't really into masturbation. Found it boring, actually. He'd much rather be with someone and experience that connection, rather than just getting himself off.

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks):

He's got an extremely subtle brat tamer kink. Unrealized, but definitely present whenever you were pulling your tantrums and he had something to say about it. Sometimes, without thinking he'd do things that he knew would get a reaction out of you, just so he could do something about it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Anywhere the two of you could be alone without interruptions. He had given you shit about it before, but Namjoon wasn't opposed to fooling around in his studio with the door locked or even in your office when you weren't busy. Surprise blowjobs were his absolute favorite, especially if they were taking place underneath his desk while he was working.

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going):

You're always very direct and vocal about what you want. Whether it being what you wanted him to do with you or what you wanted to do with him, there would always be a stiffness in his pants following your words. Paired with the need to be alone with you. He liked knowing that you wanted him the most.

N = NO (something he wouldn't do, turn offs):

There aren't many things that are off limits for Namjoon, but something he couldn't really seem to wrap his mind around would be roleplaying. Not like the two of you have ever tried it, but he knew that if you had it would end up being more awkward than anything. He'd have trouble staying in character and most likely would ditch the entire story-line and fuck you without the mention of it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Receiving. While he was not selfish when it came to oral, he liked it a lot when you were below him. You knew what you were doing and you did it so well, never failed to have his toes curling. He'd always return the favor, but was always perking up when you were offering to go down on him.

P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.):

Rough and sensual. It was no secret that he enjoyed all the romantic parts of having sex with you, but he was often mixing that with a bit of roughness. Hair pulling, tossing you around, hard thrusts, and sometimes biting were to be expected when he was losing himself in the moment.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often... etc.):

Nope. Not a fan. They just annoyed him. Didn't see the point of speeding through things when you could very much take your time with each other. If you were suggesting a quickie, he'd be eliminating whatever reason it was you couldn't go and have proper sex. Then going to do that.

R = Risk (is he game to experiment, does he take risks):

Joon never really came up with new things for the two of you to try in bed, that was more something that you were into. He'd always be down to give anything that you were bringing to him a chance, at least once. While extremely different, the two of you happened to be into the same type of things... so there wasn't much to worry about there.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last...):

He's pretty good at keeping it together, insuring that he lasts a bit longer than you so you're getting everything out of it. Pretty spent after two rounds, but after one quick nap or something to eat, he'd be ready to go again.

T = Toy (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?):

No toys. Not that he was against them, he's just never really thought about adding them in to your sex lives. Just like everything else, though, if you were curious about it, or wanted him to use something on you, he wouldn't hesitate.

U = Unfair (how much does he like to tease?):

He likes to tease just enough so he's bringing out your bratty attitude. Simple things like denying you kisses or acting as if he wasn't interested, so he can see that pout take over your features. Sometimes, he'd keep you from cumming... but that never lasted long because he liked watching you cum a lot more than not.

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make?):

Not that loud or vocal. He'd talk dirty to you from time to time or ask if something felt good, but other than that low grunts were the extent of his vocalization. He's usually a bit too focused to keep up with dirty talk, but you didn't mind either way.

W = Wild Card

He found it attractive when you were working hard. Especially if you were doing something that he knew you enjoyed, he liked the look of accomplishment on your face whenever you've completed something. And was never hesitating to reward you for your hard work.

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, pictures or words):

The guy wasn't tall just for show, that's a fact. Joon was an all around big guy and that translated down south as well. Not only that, he was thick too. And he knew it, took pride in the little gasp you'd let out whenever he was bottoming out for the first time that night.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?):

He was very good at matching your energy, so he wanted you just as much and as often as you wanted him. But, if you were dressed a certain way or paying a bit more attention to him, it would make him want you in some type of way. He'd be thinking of ways to shift things to the bedroom.

Z = Zzz... (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?):

Joon was hardly falling asleep right after sex, he'd want to get up and shower with you before getting comfortable underneath the covers again. There have been times he's fallen right asleep, but each times he's woken up in the middle of the night to clean off before going to bed.

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