#dom namjoon

[bts-ruu]

Silk tie

Summary: You are naked on your bed masturbating with Namjoon's silk gray tie. Because you miss him & it smells like him. But what happens when he catches you?

Pairing: DaddyDom!Namjoon X CuteSub!Reader

Genere: Smut with fluff. Minders DNI.

Warnings: established relationship, explicit language, oral sex (m,f), some biting, marking, mean dom!Namjoon, soft dom!Namjoon, daddy kink, punishment, fluff, orgasm denial, nipple play, bondage, dirty talk, use of sex toy, unprotected sex (don't be stupid it's a fic), creampie, squirting, reader is cute, fluff, aftercare.

Word count: 4.7k ish

A/N: this is my first ever fic so please be gentle and let me know how do you like it. Suggestions are always welcome. Also my asks are open too.

The room is filled with soft gasps and ragged breathing of yours. Your plush pink lips biting one end of his silk grey tie in your mouth. Feeling the length of if rubbing against your breast and hardened nipples and continuing to rub on your stomach. The other end of that tie is at your clit. Messing it in your juices.

You know you shouldn’t do this. Oh! but it feels so good. But you miss him & this tie smells like him.

You hold the end of the said tie on your clit & circle it against the bud. Your back arches at the feeling. Your right legs toe grazing on the bed sheet as you pull it up & grazing at your other leg from knee and calf, when going down. Squeezing your breasts with your other hand you repeat the same with the other leg. Pinching your nipples, clenching your thighs together. Making yourself gasp with every touch. Moaning his name. Begging him with closed eyes "I want you so bad." Cursing.

You feel your high coming closer and closer with every movement. You throw your head back to bask in the feeling. You were so overcome with pleasure you could feel your chest heaving. Your lips parted. Moaning his name. You are almost there. Picturing Namjoon hovering above you. His cock in you, fucking you rough. His chains dangling on your face. His hot breath on your face, sweaty naked bodies rubbing on each other, his hairs moving due to thrusting his cock in you, he is grunting, calling you by filthy names. Your high is near. There. It's right there. You can feel it.

But you stop before you cum shaking with need. You hold your hand on your thigh which was rubbing at your clit. Your nails digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. Whimpering, your other hand holds your stomach to stop yourself from clenching. You don't want to cum without him. You don't want to break his rule & anger him.

When you lift your head to look down at your pussy, your breath hitches as you see him standing on a doorway railing at a door frame, hands crossed over his chest. One leg crossing over another & smirk on his lips looking at you. Cocking his one eyebrow up Namjoon asks "enjoying yourself?" You are shocked. Spranging up in a sitting position, you bunch up the tie with trembling hands & roll it around your fingers. You stutter “I.. I.. I.. umm.. I wasn't..” shaking your head, with shuddering breath you try to get the words out “I didn't..” All while he walks slowly towards you- like a predator. Looking at your naked body shamelessly. Seating at the edge of the bed he took the tie from your hands, holding them with both of his hands Namjoon smells your juices on it closing his eyes. A groan almost coming out of his throat. When you finally find your voice, you breathlessly say “I didn't cum.”

He opens his eyes looking at you Namjoon smiles and says "hmmm you didn't." Namjoon cups your face with one hand & kisses you tenderly. The way he is kissing you so gently, shocked you, because you thought he would be angry. He bites your bottom lip & pulls it with teeth looking at your face and lets it go. Stopping the kiss before you have even started it. You wanted to whine but it gets stuck in your throat after looking at him.

Namjoon looks at you with such a hunger, you just keep looking up at him blinking. "Hands." He is panting just like you. Without any delay your body automatically obeys him. You push both your hands up to him. He crosses your hand one over the other & wraps your wrists with the same tie you were using to get off. He pushes your shoulder with the hand that was cupping your face, to push you down & you lie back on bed, staring at him. Namjoon pulls your hands up over your head & tie them to the headboard and looks down at you. Your naked body is shining with a shin of sweat, face flushed and chest moving with every breath you take & exhale. Your core glistening with your wetness. "Fuck you look so beautiful." He confess his thoughts out loud to you. Making you blush, biting on your bottom lip.

Sitting in between your legs he takes off his coat & throws it on his side with left hand without looking where it lands. Namjoon unbuttons his shirt's top couple of buttons with his left hand. Then proceeds to un-cuff his shirt & rolling them up until they reach just below his elbow. Everything while keeping his eyes rolling up & down your body with hunger and lust in his eyes. His chest heaves with short breaths. You gulp looking at him, he looks so fucking hot. You almost moan watching him roll his sleeves like that. Namjoon knows you like it when he does it. He is doing it on purpose. You know it. Still you can't stop yourself from squirming under his gaze with need, biting your lips. Namjoon smirks looking at you. He knows what effect he has on you & it boosts his ego to watch you getting so desperate for his touch.

Rubbing your sides Namjoon hovers over you. He kisses you. This time he kisses you with all the hunger he has been keeping in himself till now. Making you moan. Namjoon takes the opportunity to push his tongue in your mouth, licking at it. Licking your tongue, sucking on it. Sucking your lips, biting it. His hand moves in your hair below your ear. Kissing the corner of your lips he moves to the side kissing your jaw towards your neck, making you buck your hips as it's your weakness. His rough trouser rubbing on your core making you moan louder. He pushes his hips on you to stop you from moving. Your whine turns into moan as he bites on your neck sucking a hickey, marking you. Namjoon moves down leaving trails of wet kisses behind. As he reach your nipple he licks it with a flat of his tongue. You arch your back thrusting your chest more for him to suck & he does it. Namjoon sucks your nipple, bites it, while squeezing the other breast & pinching your nipple with his thumb & forefinger. Throwing your head back on the pillow you moan his name making him growl.

Namjoon descends kissing down towards your stomach. He reaches in front of your core. Laying on his stomach he curses under his breath looking at your glistening core. He looks up at you "Fuck baby you are so wet! You want me that bad?" Nodding you say "Yes. Yes please, I want you so bad." humming Namjoon focuses back on your pussy biting his lips, he rubs his fingers on your pussy making more mess. Rubbing your wetness. He spreads your pussy lips making a V of his fingers & moves his hand in your slit up & down a few times. You again beg "please" bucking your hips up to get him to touch where you want him. He looks up at you as he starts circling your clit making you curse & throw your head back "ughh god." Namjoon dips his head down to lick at your clit, and then sucking it in between his lips. "Fuck just like that" you look down on him & he is already looking up at you. Namjoon hums on your clit making tingles go all over your body. He moves his wet fingers down towards your opening & push 2 fingers in you. Moving them at a slow pace. Arching your back you moan bucking your hips up "Yes. Yes daddy, more." Namjoon increases his speed fucking you with his fingers & lapping at your clit. He holds you down by wrapping his other hand around your thighs on to the stomach. Leaving your clit with a plop he looks up at you & down at his fingers going in & out of you as they come out wetter and wetter than before each time. Your essence flowing down his wrist. He curls his fingers rubbing on your G-spot making you moan louder. Sucking air through his teeth he curses. "Fuck that's it." Resuming his licking on your clit growling on your cunt.

"Ah, ah I am close." You all but whine. But Namjoon already knew, as he felt your walls clench on his fingers. Slowing his speed he moves his lips away from your clit on your hips kissing it, kissing down your thighs & up. You look down begging "Please, please" lifting your hips to get him to push you off the edge to make you cum. Completely halting his movements Namjoon removes his fingers from your pussy. You beg again "Please daddy, let me cum." Trying to entice him with your sweet voice. Licking his lips he looks up at you "But I don't think you deserve it princess." Eyes going wide you stutter "wha.. but.." You thought he was not angry. He looked unfazed when he caught you playing with yourself before. He smiled when you said you didn't cum, and he's been so gentle with you till now too.  

You try again "But-but I didn't cum before."

"Yes,” rubbing his fingers over your pussy messily, Namjoon says “but you touched this pussy without my permission. Didn't you, princess?"

You were speechless. Your mouth is gaping like a fish. Namjoon was right. You couldn't deny it. Your chin digging in to your chest as you pout, lowering your eyes from his gaze you mumble "I am sorry."

"hmm you will be"

Your eyes snappes back at him. You gulp because he didn't look angry, but that scared you more. Because it's easy to read him when he is angry. But he is not showing his emotions. Namjoon is smiling at you showing his sexy dimples. Sliding beside you holding himself on his left elbow he kisses you letting you taste yourself as his lips as his other hand runs over your thigh up & down from inside but skipping your pussy. His hand moves towards your hips up on your stomach rubbing it on the other side of your hips down on tops of your other thigh, back up on your sides, on your breasts. Squeezing them. Breaking the kiss he moves his hand towards your breasts & holding your left breast up for him, he licks on the nipple. You shudder under his ministrations. Namjoon nibbles on your nipple while pinching and pulling your other nipple with his fingers. He does the same on your other breast. You try to muffle your moans by biting your bottom lip.

Namjoon comes up with a plop. Sitting up and opening the bedside table drawer & he pulls out your favourite vibrator. Namjoon looks at you & smirks devilishly. You look at his hand & back up at his face gulping audibly. Namjoon kneels beside you, on your right side. You get distracted by the way his trousers strains on his thighs & the way the front of his trouser is bulging with his dick. Namjoon cups your face with other hand & says "eyes up here on me." You fluster because of getting caught ogling at him-by him.

Namjoon rubs the tip of vibrator on your lips you close your eyes, he descends it down your neck your breasts circling your nipples with it, continuing to drag it over your stomach down to your thigh and back up. Namjoon looks at you as he moves the vibrator towards your pussy, dipping the vibrator in your essence he rubs it a few times in your slit & over your clit. You gasp. He switches it on. Making you jump with a surprise. He holds you down with other hand on your stomach & says "God! You are so tiny." His whole palm fits on your stomach. Rubbing the vibrator up & down in your slit for a few times he starts circling it around your clit. He looks at your face contorted in pleasure moaning. He increases the speed & circles it faster on your clit. Your hands pulling at the binds as you buck your hips. "Oh my god fuck" you choke. You could feel the tale tell signs of your orgasm approaching fast because of the 2 denied orgasms. Namjoon looks intently at you, increasing vibrators speed once more. Your stomach is clenching, your hips moving, your back arched, your mouth open-gasping & moaning in pleasure, eyes shut tight, you hide your face in your arms, biting the flesh to muffle your moans, as you don't want to show any signs that you are close. But he knows your body. It's so cute of you to try to hide from him that you are about to cum. It makes him chuckle. Namjoon reads you like an open book. He keeps looking at you intently with furrowed eyebrows. Namjoon pulls away the vibrator just when you thought the band would snap & you would cum. Whining & cursing thrashing your legs. But he just pats your head, brushing your tousled hair. He kisses your forehead praising you "You are doing so good princess." As if you were not thrashing on his bed right now. After some time when you calm down. You are still panting. You want to glare at him, but you know it will worsen your punishment. You feel his lips on yours kissing you so tenderly. But you don't reciprocate his kiss. So he breaks the kiss & hovers over you. You still have your eyes closed, so he says "Look at me princess." You don't want to. But you know better not to disrespect him right now. So you open your eyes and look up at him. Your expressions are just like a small child. Eyebrows furrowed & pout on your lips. He chuckles at you and says "Don't be mad now baby. You know the rules." Cupping your face his thumb rubs on the apple of your left cheek. "Last one. Okay?" You reluctantly nod.

Moving that hand down, Namjoon brushes it on your clit making you hiss with sensitivity. Spreading your pussy lips with it, Namjoon rubs the vibrator again up & down in your slit. Hissing he curses seeing you dripping on the sheets. He holds the vibrator on your opening & turns it on medium speed. Circling it around the clit. He moves the vibrator down in between your pussy lips & up over your clit. You cry louder because of the pain caused by sensitivity. Shooting shock waves all over your body. Moving your hips to get away from it. Pulling at your binds. You are going crazy. Your thighs start shaking.

Namjoon Look up at your face. Your face is flushed & pearls of sweat forming on your forehead. Few of strands of your hair sticking to your forehead. Breathing uneven. Namjoon moves the vibrator down again on your opening. You close your legs not wanting him to put the vibrator on your clit again, trying to trap him down. But he growls & pulls your thighs apart roughly with his left hand. He gets in between your legs making you unable to shut them again like before. He spreads your pussy lips with left hands fingers & holds the vibrator straight on your clit & presses it down firmly on it. Namjoon holds you down by pinning both your thighs with his keens. Looking at your face, greeting his teeth growling angrily at you, as you tried to get away from him. You are crying, tears rolling down your cheeks, begging him for mercy. Your nails digging into your palms. "Please please please daddyyy.. Soor.. Aahh.. Pleh.. Fuck.. Am sorry..” As you feel the tingle go all over you, your body starts shaking with upcoming orgasm, your eyes roll back in your head.

Namjoon pulls away the vibrator at the last moment. Switching it off he throws it somewhere on the bed. You scream and cry because of another orgasm ripped away from you. He rubs your shaking & thrashing legs unpinning them. "Shhhh its okay princess. It's over. You did so well. So good for me." You are still crying behind closed lids. He bends over your body and wipes your tears. Namjoon kisses you, praising you. Kissing your eyes, your cheeks, and your forehead.

After you calm down, Namjoon says to you "You took your punishment so well baby. Are you ready for your reward?" You just sniffle in response. Looking up at him with teary eyes. Pout back on your lips. His thumb rubbing soothingly on your cheeks as his other hand runs on your side of the hips. You look down, digging your chin in your chest again, but he dips his head down as well looking at you, not letting you get away. You hmm. "yeah?" Namjoon is smiling at you, endeared by your cuteness. You nod & say "Yes." He kisses your nose & says "good girl." You whine and sniffle again. Chuckling Namjoon wipes your nose for you & wipes his hand on the sheets. He has to wash them anyway.

His trousers rub on your clit & you hiss. He sits up & takes off his shirt still looking at you licking his lips. But now there is adoration along with lust in his eyes. You can't help but ogle at his buffed up chest & his tight abs. You like it that he is so big. Makes you feel safe. Standing beside the bed he removes his belt & unhooks his black pants removing them. His black boxers barely held his huge cock inside. You could see the wet spot on it. He removes them too. Namjoon's cock springs up on his stomach and he sighs finally being free from tight confines. He holds his cock & gives it a few jerks using his pre-cum as lube. You clench your thighs looking at it. Your mouth salivating with the view. You want him so bad in your mouth, in your pussy. You want him everywhere. Licking your lips when you look up at his face, he is already staring at you with the corner of his lips turned up in a smirk. Cocking his head on the side he asks "You want it princess?” sucking air through his teeth. “You want my cock?" holding it at the base pointing it at you. You bobbing your head up & down you say "Yes daddy."

"Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth." You should be ashamed at how fast you answered. But you don’t.

Namjoon gets back on the bed kneeling beside your head. He rubs his dick head on your lips "Right here? In that sweet mouth of yours?" You could feel his sticky pre-cum on your lips. As he rubs it like a lip gloss on your lips. You lick your lips tasting the saltiness of it. "Uhuh. Please daddy let me suck your cock" looking up at him from your lashes. "So polite. Go ahead princess, open your mouth for daddy." You do open your mouth wide for him & roll out your tongue. Looking up at him. He curses as he slides his cock in your mouth. Holding you with crown of your hair, he starts thrusting his cock in your mouth. Throwing his head back "that's it. Suck daddy's cock like a good girl. Then daddy will reward you by making you cum." You hum around his cock making him thrust his hips hard resulting in his cock going deeper & touching the back of your throat. You gag on him, but don't stop. He looks down at you watching you gag on his cock repeatedly with tears in your eyes. Namjoon comments "fuck you look so pretty like this" petting your head.

When you swallow him he almost cums & pulls out abruptly. Saying "You suck me so good baby." Namjoon bends down cupping your face and kisses you and asks “Are you ready to get fucked now, princess?” Biting your lips you nod and say “Yes.” breathlessly. Namjoon gets in between your legs & rubs his cock in your juices wetting it. His cock rubs against your clit & you whine "daddyyy" he chuckles & says "okay okay." he kiss your nose in apology, but you huff. Namjoon positions his cock at your opening & push it in. You both groan in unison. You are so wet, but all the denied orgasms have made you sensitive & tighter. Keeping his weight on his palms beside your head, Namjoon keeps looking at your face for any inconvenience. He pushes some more, making you gasp, but there are no traces of pain on your face so Namjoon push harder the last time, making his hips touch yours. You whimper because of the stretch. No matter how many times you have done it, it's always a bit hard to take his cock in you. You are always so tight. He gives you a moment to adjust. He rolls his hips in circles to make you stretch & take him.

Cupping your face Namjoon asks "Gwaenchanh-a? (Are you okay?)" You open your eyes & look at him. Smiling you Nod "yes. Please fuck me daddy." Namjoon bends down & takes your lips in his & kiss you as he pulls out almost till his tip & push in hard making you moan. But it dies in his mouth. He sets a slow pace. Letting you get you used to him. After he feels he could move easily he breaks the kiss to look at your face. He wraps your leg around his waist. You hold him tight with both of your legs locking them behind him. His pelvis smacking on your sensitive clit, making your head spin. Whimpering, moaning, crying you hide your face in your arms, biting at your delicate skin. Namjoon goes feral on hearing your delicious sound & warm walls wrapping around his cock. He loves to see you like this-helpless. Taking everything that he gives you. "So good. You take me so well princess." As Namjoon gives you a hard thrust you throw your head back on the pillow giving him access to your delicate throat. He immediately sucks on it. Kissing, licking, biting. He keeps his head in the crook of your neck & shoulder. Biting your earlobe. You buck your hips "fuck fuck harder daddy please" holding himself on his elbow his other hand goes on your hips keeping you in place as Namjoon looks at you & says "Yeah? Harder? You want daddy to pound harder on your sweet little cunt princess?" Panting.

You moan "Yes yes daddy"

"Then take it princess."

As Namjoon starts pounding you harder, rougher, growling as he feels you squeeze your walls around his cock. He changes his angle making his dick head rub that spot every time. It makes you scream louder. "Oh god daddy right there." Namjoon looks down at where you both are connected. Seeing your essence foaming around his cock Namjoon curses under his breath. Both of your bodies are covered in sweat. You could hear squelching sounds of your wetness each time Namjoon thrusts into you. Few of his hair strands sticking on his forehead. His hand cups your bouncing breast squeezing it as he sucks the other, moaning. Namjoons right hands slid down in between your bodies to rub tight circles around your clit making you scream & buck your hips higher & harder "fuck fuck please daddy.. Wanna cum.." Namjoon mumbles around your nipple looking up at you "Go ahead princess, cum for me." as he bites on your nipple looking at your face. Namjoon starts fucking you harder, the headboard’s banging on the wall. His hips smacking at yours repeatedly. You feel tingles all over your body. Your stomach tightening. You feel your high snap any moment now. But something is different. It feels bigger, stronger. Before you could word your worries you cum hard on his cock screaming. You shut your eyes tight and see stars. Your ears ring and you hear Namjoon curse. His voice is fading. You feel him pound harder into you, as he cums right behind you, painting your inside with white and his body falls on you. Still grinding his hips on you riding you both of your orgasms. You whimper with sensitivity. Eyes still closed.

When Namjoon regains his composure, stopping his hips Namjoon looks at you, and cups your face shaking you "Hey princess. Come back to me." When you look at him with half lidded eyes, he kisses you, but you don't kiss him back, feeling too tired. Namjoon asks "you okay? Did I hurt you?" You barely shake your head. With a smug face Namjoon says "You squirted on me. Look." Lifting his hips a little, looking down at your bodies where they are still connected. You try to lift your head, Namjoon helps you by cupping the back of your neck. You see all of his & your lower stomach & thighs, covered in wetness making you gasp. Namjoon just laughs at your reaction. He kisses your forehead. & put your head back on the pillow.

Namjoon pulls out of you making you hiss. Kneeling beside you, he tries to untie your hands, but the knots have gone too tight. So he pulls the bedside drawer open & pulls out a seizure. You look at it at the same time & whine "Nooo don't cut this tie. I like it." Namjoon chuckles & says “But baby the knots have gone too tight. You pulled on it too much." Smirking at you. You pout & say "whose fault is it?" Namjoon laughs & says "Yours." Making you gasp. And look at him with scoff.  Namjoon continues "If you hadn't played with yourself with my tie.." Trailing the sentence with a shrugof his right shoulder and tilt of his head. But you still are not having it. So he says "I'll buy a new one for you, princess. Don't worry." Before you could say anything he cut through the knot freeing your hands. Kissing the marks.

Namjoon makes you sit up & gives you a bottle of water from the side table to drink some water. When you take the first sip you look between your legs & see the huge wet spot & choke on the water, coughing hard. Namjoon rubs your back laughing "I know, hot right" You look at him with wide eyes & grin. "Yeah." Sitting on the edge of the bed Namjoon says "We should do that again."

"So you are saying I can play with myself again without your permission?" cocking one eyebrow up with a smirk on your lips.

Namjoon's face hardens. His jaw ticks. He growls "I dare you. I made sure that you won't be able to touch yourself for a few days. Go-ahead, try it, touch yourself." tilting his head in your pussy's direction. You know he is right. You don't think you could even wear a panty. You feel so fucking sore & sensitive. You just glare at him with a pout as he laughs. Holding your face with both hands Namjoon kiss you with loud noise muuuaaaaa. You push him away, making him laugh louder. With fake innocent face he says pouting "Ohh my little princess, come here." Pulling you in his arms. But you push him whining "Go awaayy." Namjoon laughs at your cuteness & scoops you in his arms & you let him smiling afterwords.

Namjoon takes you to the bathroom and helps you shower. He changes the sheets while you wait beside the bed wrapped like a burrito in blanket as you are feeling cold. Namjoon pulls you in bed and holds you in his arms with both naked & satisfied. He kisses your lips softly and says "I love you." you smile up at him "I love you too."  

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[houseofhoney]

does anyone have any ot7 bts x reader fic recs but it’s like a royal au, and the reader doesn’t have to choose at the end??

[sparklehoney7]

Above the ones who fly

by: vminkookminv

pairing: namjoon/jungkook

info: one shot (4,360)

tags: Alternate Universe - Non-Famous / Rich Jeon Jungkook / Bodyguard Kim Namjoon | RM / Texting / Unsolicited nudes / Jungkook is a menace / namjoon has a will of steel / or does he… / Masturbation / Manhandling / Dirty Talk / Begging / Praise Kink / namjoon calls jungkook baby / Anal Fingering / Nipple Play / Coming Untouched / Aftercare / Bottom Jeon Jungkook / Sub Jeon Jungkook / Dom Kim Namjoon | RM / Horny Guilt / Jeon Jungkook is a Brat

summary: Under Namjoon's protection, no one could come close to harming a hair on the precious head of the Jeon heir. But Namjoon never expected he’d have to protect himself from Jungkook.

Or,

Spoiled rich kid Jungkook ends up stranded in a hotel with only his bodyguard to protect him, and he has no manners at all. Namjoon ends up teaching him some, in his own way.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 09 - Shower Sex]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Namjoon x sub f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Idol!Namjoon

Kinks: clothed sex (he doesn’t bother to undress before he joins her), he wears a suit, cunnilingus, body worship, praise, good girl kink, vaginal fingering, slight strength & muscle kink, blowjob, edging (m.receiving), vaginal penetrative sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampie, mentions of having dirty fantasies all day, he is so obsessed with her, cuddly & loving aftercare

Wordcount: 3.2k

a/n: at some point, all i could picture was Nanami in the hair pulling scene like this is how i pictured Joon to look in his wet shirt jdjfaj make with this information what you want. i also notice a pattern with my Joon girlies, you guys really wanna see him in a shower jdfsjf

Namjoon had a long day at the office. He had interviews to hold, had lyrics to write and meetings to attend. It was an exhausting, tiring day, but that all starts to lessen the moment the apartment door falls in its lock behind him.

“Honey, I’m home!” he calls out and begins taking off his outside clothes.

You don’t come running to greet him, which wasn’t such a surprising thing to happen, but this evening he is sad about it. It would have cheered him up a lot to be greeted by you. But alas, he has to wander through the house in search for you. Your hobby room is already cleaned up for the day and you laid out a few restaurant menus for dinner. Namjoon flips through the options, deciding on a jjajangmyeon place in the end. He leaves his bag by the dining table and calls out for you again.

You don’t answer him, but he is starting to get a gist of where you are. His latest album is playing from the direction of the bathroom. Namjoon smiles as he makes his way to you. You like to deny it but Namjoon always calls you his biggest fan. There are too many occasions where he comes home to you listening to his music and it always does something to him. Tonight it makes him crave every breath you take and every syllable you could ever mutter.

He knocks.

“Joon, is that you?” you call out and turn the music down.

“Yes, it’s me baby”, Namjoon confirms, “I know you’re showering right now, but can I come in?”

“It’s open.”

Namjoon slips into the bathroom, letting the door fall closed. You turned off the water for now, spreading soap on your skin. The air smells floral and good. Namjoon inhales deeply, feeling his chest lighten. This is your scent.

“Hey there baby, how was your day?” you ask him.

“I’m just glad that it’s over. I had to deal with too many fucking idiots.”

“I’m sorry to hear this. Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, “just keep showering, I’m okay just looking at you.”

You chuckle, “okay, if you say so”, you say and turn your back to him so you could wash off the soap. You do so with the rain shower, using the opportunity to wet your hair as well. Your eyes are closed for it so you have no idea what Namjoon is doing until you suddenly feel two hands on your waist.

You smile, turning with your hands instantly seeking his chest.

“Huh?” You open your eyes. No Namjoon in front of you. “Baby?”

“Down here.”

You look down. Namjoon is kneeling in front of you, still dressed in his office suit which is now getting wet. He also didn’t bother to take off his glasses, looking up at you past their foggy, watery lenses. His clothes are already sticking to his sculpted body, especially around his chest and arms the fabric is stretching.

“What are you doing? You’re getting your clothes wet”, you gasp and try to turn the water off.

“I’m already wet, just let me have a taste, baby. Please”, he begs.

“Do you mean that?” your heart is racing.

“Yes, please. All I thought of today was you. You kept me sane as much as you drove me crazy. I want you so much I can barely breathe.”

“Holy fuck, Joon”, you get out. You reach out to at least take off his glasses, placing them on the soap stand for now. Then you nod your head.

“Thank you. Baby, holy fuck”, he moans and pulls you closer. He connects his puffy lips with your lower stomach, kissing every inch of it while his masculine hands are running along your back.

You are terribly sensitive on your stomach so having him kiss you with such devotion is making your skin feel electric. You sigh his name, gasping each time he sucks on your skin gently.

“You smell so good. I’m addicted to you, baby”, he purrs in this terribly deep and seductive voice of his’. He dances his nose over your skin until his lips are on your hip bone. You are especially tender there and Namjoon worships it with eager kisses and languid licks.

“Joon, this”, you get out, following it with a quiet moan. If he wasn’t holding you in his strong arms like this, you would already crumble.

Namjoon purrs and kisses a way to your other side to repeat what he did. He wants you to feel worshipped everywhere, not one ounce of your perfect body should feel left out. The thought of holding you, touching you, was everything that kept him going today. He spoke of new music and answered the tiring questions of the uncreative interviewers with utter professionalism, but in his mind he was undressing you and making you arch your back. He listened to the egotistical, greedy ideas of the company and tried to redirect them in the most respectful of ways, but in his mind he was burying his fingers in your warm walls and making you scream his name. You were the very thing that kept him going today, so he truly wants to savour you now that he finally truly has you.

He lifts his lips from your well-loved skin, making himself taller by lifting his butt from his feet. His tender hands dance up your back as he goes, his eyes never leave your face. Once he truly straightened up, he reaches you just under your breasts, resting his chin against the spot.

“My motherfucking muse”, he says, voice vibrating in his chest.

You smile, although drunkenly, and run your fingers through his wet hair. It sticks to his face so prettily, glides through your fingers like it was made to be touched by you. Namjoon closes his eyes and smiles, body tingling from the touch.

“Yeah, you seriously are”, he decides in a raspy whisper, moving his head to kiss your upper stomach. He slides his hands to your sides, guiding them down as he kisses a trail to your heat.

“Joon, oh god”, you croak, chasing his lips needily. You really want him to use his mouth on your aching pussy. You can’t take much more.

“What do you need, my baby?” he asks, voice tickling your skin.

“Your mouth, please.”

“Mhhm, you’re so sweet when you beg for me”, he lulls, fulfilling your wish gladly. He tilts his head back and connects his mouth with your heaven. He parts you with the help of his tongue by flicking it through your folds slowly and with thought behind his movements. The way you sigh his name and grip his hair is so fucking addicting. The way you close your eyes and tilt your head back will always be his most favourite view.

When you are like this, he wants to make you feel so good. He exists just for your pleasure, feeding on your every reaction.

He connects his fingers with your pussy, massaging your entrance while his tongue circles your clit.

“Yes, please”, you beg, hips stuttering in anticipation.

Namjoon pushes into you, moaning with you as he fills you out. So warm and soft. The real sensations will always be so much better than any fantasy ever could. Namjoon closes his eyes, purring your name as his tongue makes sweet love to your clit. He pumps his fingers in and out of you carefully, helping you get used to having him with you again.

“Joon, please don’t stop”, you croak, dropping your back against the shower wall just so you can arch it. You lift your right leg and put it over his shoulder, keeping him closer like this. You open up so much better for him and Namjoon takes it eagerly. He growls into you, lips and tongue working together to devour your sweet clit while his fingers curl inside you in search for your favourite spot. He knows your body blindly, so it only takes him a moment before he has you arching your back again as you moan his name, walls throbbing round his long digits.

“There, Joon”, you whimper, twisting his hair.

Namjoon growls into you, curling his fingers right where you need it most. Your clit is throbbing under his tongue, growing in size. He swears that he feels high. You are so sweet and so hot.

He drops his other hand from your waist and begins rubbing himself over his soaked slacks. His cock is so hard and swollen, twitching into his palm as he tries to make it easier to bear. His mind is running wild with fantasies of you. He is taking you against the wall, bending you over and taking you from behind, carrying you as the water soaks you and it’s driving him insane. His mind is his own worst enemy and he only realises that he began taking out his frustrations on you when you wail up with shaking knees.

“This is making me cum! Joon! Please!”

Namjoon comes back to reality. His fingers picked up speed, making angry love to your cunt and his mouth is making out with your clit sloppily. He became a little rough with you, bringing you close like this.

Namjoon growls because that is all he can do and keeps the rhythm going, rubbing himself faster as well. He peels his eyes open, keeping you pinned in a dark, hungry look.

“Namjoon! Ah!” you moan and arch off the wall, grabbing his head with both hands and closing your leg around him tighter as you break on his fingers.

Namjoon helps you through it with a dizzy head and his cock throbbing in his slacks. By the way you shake and scream, it is one of the more intense ones. He loves them because of how fucking honest they are. Not that you ever have to fake your orgasms with him. Namjoon plays your body as well as he plays his fucking music, he pays attention to you as well as he does to the words he writes. You are his most beloved artwork and the one he takes care of the very best. Orgasms with him are never fake, but damn, sometimes they’re just so intense you swear you pass out for a second.

This right now is one of those orgasms and as it dies down you have to tug him off of you because you were just too sensitive.

“Break please, too much”, you beg.

“Mhm good girl”, he lulls, redirecting his lips to kissing your inner thigh and his fingers to hold your leg.

“You are so mean. Why did you make me cum like this?” you whine, panting heavily.

Namjoon lets out one of his deep chuckles, smirking against your skin, “because your pleasure is important to me. You know that it is.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me one day”, you say and chuckle breathily, “fuck.”

“Mhm, yeah”, he purrs and sets down your leg carefully. He begins standing up, kissing a path up your body as he does until he is face to face with you. He cradles your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss. Just by the way his lips move against yours and how he can’t seem to stay quiet, you know that he is still hungry for more.

You break the kiss, giggling when he chases you needily.

“Do you want more?”

“Can you take more?”

“What a question, Joonie”, you say, playing with his hair.

“Fuck baby”, he sighs, dropping his forehead against yours, “I want you like I want coffee in the morning.”

“Mhm, my poet”, you purr playfully and drop to your knees.

“What are you doing?” he gasps, knees buckling as he watches you open his slacks. You tug them over his butt together with his briefs. His cock jumps free, slapping his stomach and making him moan in relief. The volume of his sounds grows as you sink him into your mouth a second later.

“Wait woah”, he yelps, gripping your head with both hands, “wait, wait, wait. Stop.”

You let him pull you off, allowing your drool to drip out of you.

“Don’t do that”, he hisses.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m too sensitive.”

You giggle, melting his heart with the sound of it, “and? Just try not to cum too soon”, you say and take him back inside. You make puppy eyes up at him, moaning around his cock and bopping your head back and forth.

Namjoon scrunches his face, wobbling so much that he ends up having to seek support on the wall. His arm tenses, stretching the fabric of his shirt. His wet hair hangs into his face like this, the water trickles down his big body. You mewl because of the view, sliding your hand to his balls to play with them as you fuck his cock with your throat. When you are like this with him, you have no gag reflex, no desire to breathe. Everything you exist for and need is his cock deep in your throat. 

“Fuck baby, you’re too much”, Namjoon lulls, deep voice even deeper. He pets your head gently, scrunching his nose and following it with an angry, “fuck.”

You mewl, sliding off of him enough that you can circling your tongue around him as you suck him greedily. The combination of your wet tongue and the intense sucking, makes his knees buckle.

“Shit baby”, he curses, dropping his other hand on the tiles as well. He falls to his elbows, head hanging between his arms and lips parted as the deepest moans roll of his tongue. He can’t even look at you anymore, eyes squeezed shut and brows tightened.

He turns you on so much. You massage his balls needily, sinking more of him back into your willing mouth. You have so much drool inside you that his girth fucks it out of you, forcing it to drip down your chin. You don’t mind the mess when it means making Namjoon moan like this.

“Baby, you’re too much”, he purrs, hips twitching each time you bottom out. It feels so good. All he fantasised about today was you and how it would be to pleasure you. His own body fell short in his fantasies, so to have you suck his cock like this, overwhelms him in the best way possible. You are so warm, so soft and so fucking sloppy. He could cum in your mouth, he knows you would like that. He would just have to let go, to give in, to give up control over his body. He could do it. Right now. Just do it.

“No baby, don’t”, he stops you, pulling you off his aching cock.

“Why?” you mewl, pouting at him. Your lips are puffy from use, your nose is a little snotty.

“I can’t cum in your mouth.”

“Yes, you can. Please”, you say and stick out your tongue.

“No, baby”, he denies you, cradling your cheek, “stand up.”

You obey his order, letting him pull you to your feet just by holding your cheek. He presses you against the wall, keeping one arm around you. Like this, you rest on it while he finds support by leaning his elbow against the wall.

“Put your leg around me.”

You obey.

“That’s it. Keep looking at me.”

“Joon”, you whimper, having to writhe as his cock breaches your dripping cunt.

“Keep looking at me, baby. Keep fucking looking at me.”

“Joon oh god.”

“Hurts?”

“No, just…gonna cum on your cock again. Feels so good.”

“Mhm, it does. Baby, your pussy is where I fucking belong”, he purrs and bottoms out. He picks up a passionate, deep rhythm instantly, tasting your moans and feeling you shake, “that’s where I’m supposed to pump my fucking load. Deep inside you, claiming you, making you mine. Fuck baby, all I thought of today was fucking you deep and slow.”

“Joon”, you whimper, hands unable to decide whether you want to clutch his broad shoulders or twist his hair.

“Keep moaning my name like this, good girl. What a fucking good girl you are”, he purrs, making hot love to you with his eyes just as much as he does with his perfect cock. The way he has you angled and how he pulls you closer with each thrust, allows his tip to fuck against your g-spot each time he bottoms out. Your clit rubs against his stomach like this and sometimes when you arch your back, your nipples rub against his clothed chest. If there is one word to describe how he makes you feel it would be enchanted because every single fiber of you exists for him and his magic touch.

“I’m yours”, you croak, fingers finally gripping his hair to twist it. You cannot take it any other way.

“You are, baby. Mine. All mine to fuck and fantasise about and fucking love. Mine. My woman”, he rasps, fucking into you in deep, long strokes with each word. It shakes you, ruins you to the very core. You thought that his mouth and fingers are your damnation but you were wrong. This is it. Sensitive from you first orgasm, riled up from sucking his cock and now cradled against his strong body as he pumps his cock into you, you find your second orgasm of the evening.

You sob into him, clutching him for dear life while he holds you safely. His hips never slow down, helping you reach highs you never thought able to reach.

“Good girl, cum on my cock. My good girl, scream my name like this, yes that’s it”, he talks you through it because he always does. If his mouth wasn’t preoccupied with making you cum, he always makes sure to make you cum with it another way. There isn’t one orgasm with him where he doesn’t talk you through your shakes and whimpers.

Tonight it makes you tense up so vigorously that Namjoon finds no strength to go on.

“Can I cum inside?” he gets out.

“Yes, please”, you whimper, hugging him tighter.

“___”, he moans and breaks, finally reaching the kind of heaven he craved for all day. He pumps into you in sloppy, quick ruts, growling into your neck and holding you against him as tightly as possible. This is everything he wanted and more and once he finally comes down, he feels shaken to the core.

He holds you, kissing whatever part of your body he can reach.

“Baby, my baby, oh my baby. I love you, I fucking missed you, oh baby. How are you? Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck, I love you”, he babbles, carrying his heart on his palms.

“I love you too, baby. I feel so good and you didn’t hurt me”, you say.

“But you’re shaking, baby was I too rough?”

“No, just shaking because it was intense. And ‘cause I’m a little cold.”

“You are? Oh baby, I’m sorry. Let’s dry up and cuddle on the couch, yeah?”

“Mhm yeah”, you move your head so you can look into his eyes. You smile, wiping his hair out of his face.

He leans into the touch, feeling star struck. He is so happy to be yours.

“I can’t believe you horndog didn’t even bother to undress.”

“I was so horny, you have no idea.”

You giggle, “you’re cute.”

He smiles, “what do you think of Jjajangmyeon? I saw the menus outside.”

“Sounds amazing. They taste especially well after shower creampies.”

“Shut up”, he says, suddenly feeling shy.

“Never”, you tease, chuckling fondly as you pull him into an adoring kiss.

[mrsvante]

The Long Game

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: sugar daddy au, yandere joonie, angst

summary: namjoon was never supposed to fall in love.

the arrangement was simple. money for time, desire for indulgence, no strings, no expectations. he was supposed to be your provider, your safety net, the man you called when you wanted something but never needed anyone. but somewhere between the swipe of his black card and the way you sigh his name in the dark, he lost control.

warnings: smut, silent but dangerous namjoon, soft? dom namjoon, yandere joonie 😏, BDE if you squint, namjoon yeaaarrrnnnsss (maybe a bit too much), sugar baby is an independent brat, matcha 🍵 girls unite! dick riding, unprotected sex (be safe), slight choking w/ both hands, mentions of fingers in slippery places, brief boob play, is it love or lust? 🤨

word count: 2,853

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He grips the steering wheel, thumb idly smoothing over the worn leather as the glow of his phone screen flickers across his face.

The engine hums low, steady—a stark contrast to the rhythm pulsing from the club’s entrance, where bodies move in drunken chaos under strobing lights. He doesn’t need to be inside to feel it; the bass thrums against his ribs, syncing with his heartbeat, with the restless ache lodged deep in his chest.

But he’s not looking at the club.

He’s looking at you.

Or rather, your Instagram story. Watching it for the millionth time, like a man trying to memorize scripture.

First, a picture of your morning matcha, condensation beading the glass in the early sunlight. Then a snapshot of your notes spread across the library table, neat handwriting and highlighted passages that he wonders if you’ll even remember after tonight.

And then, the last clip—the one that’s been carving through him like a slow, dull blade—your body moving in the dim, red light of the club. The glow clings to you like a brand, painting you in sin, in temptation meant only for him. But it’s not just you in the frame.

A hand reaches for you.

Namjoon’s grip tightens around his phone, the plastic casing groaning under the pressure.

The camera cuts away before he can see if you let them.

He watches it again. And again. As if, on the hundredth replay, the screen might crack open and reveal the answer. As if, by sheer will alone, he could rewrite the moment—erase that hand, pull you back, remind you who you belong to.

You wouldn’t.

You know better…right?

It’s not the first time you’ve done this. Offered him pieces of you, but never the whole thing.

Let him pay your tuition, your rent, your weekend trips to the mall—but never let him own you. Never let him believe, even for a second, that he’s anything more than what you need him to be.

And yet—

He swipes away from your story and pulls up your messages instead.

Your last texts are sloppy, riddled with typos.

[12:45 AM] com3 pick me up

[12:47 AM] pls bby

[12:50 AM] need u 💋

His fingers tighten around the phone.

And then, as if summoned, the car door jerks open, and you spill inside in a mess of laughter and heat, your perfume curling into the air like a spell. The club’s neon lights cast fleeting shadows across your skin, your dress rumpled from dancing, your lips glossy with whatever sin you’ve been indulging in tonight.

You land in his lap without hesitation, your arms winding around his neck, mouth brushing against his jaw.

“Hi, baby,” you murmur, the words warm and syrupy, the kind that drip down slow and sweet.

He exhales, hands instinctively catching your waist. “You’re drunk.”

You hum, nuzzling against his throat. “Mmm. And you’re here.”

Like I always am, he doesn’t say.

Instead, he turns his head, and then your lips find his, and there’s nothing soft or hesitant about the way you kiss him. It’s urgent, messy, tongue teasing against his own, hands slipping into his hair, pulling him deeper, like you’re daring him to lose control.

And maybe it’s the way you taste—vodka and citrus and something distinctly you—or maybe it’s the way you sigh when his hands slide up your thighs, but something inside him snaps.

He grips your hips, pulls you closer, lets the need that’s been simmering in his chest take over.

Your moan is swallowed by the kiss as his fingers drag the hem of your dress up, palms mapping the bare skin beneath. The console digs into his side, but he doesn’t care. Not when you’re rocking against him, not when your body is hot and pliant and his.

“Joon,” you whine against his lips, nails biting into his shoulders. “Please.”

He exhales sharply, his restraint fraying by the second. “What do you want, baby?”

“You,” you breathe, rolling your hips again, dragging a groan from his throat. “Need you to fuck me.”

Fuck.

There’s no hesitation after that.

The next few moments blur into heat and desperation—clothes yanked, fabric bunched, fingers fumbling against buttons and zippers in the tight space of the front seat.

The center console digs into Namjoon’s side as he shifts, dragging you closer, his hands impatient, greedy. Your dress rides up as you straddle his lap, the silky material pooling at your hips, but there’s no room to move freely—your knee knocks into the gear shift, and you gasp, laughing breathlessly against his mouth.

“Oops,” you mutter, adjusting your position.

He exhales a shaky breath, his hands sliding down your thighs, gripping tight. “You okay?”

You nod, but your eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with want.

His fingers slide between your legs, finding you bare and slick.

His breath hitches.

He should take his time.

Should make you beg for it.

But you’re shifting against him, rolling your hips, chasing friction, and he’s never been good at denying you.

Your hands tug at his belt, impatient, and he groans when your fingers brush against him, warm even through the fabric.

The car is stifling now, the windows beginning to fog. There’s no space, no ease—he’s too big for this, in more ways than one.

And yet, none of it matters.

Because then his pants are pushed just far enough down, and when he finally pushes inside, the stretch of your pussy desperately trying to accommodate his cock pulls a gasp from your lips. Your nails digging into his shoulders.

He stills, just for a second, reveling in the way you clench around him, the way your breath stutters against his neck.

His fingers splay against your lower back, holding you there, savoring the moment, the unbearable tightness, the way your nails drag along his skin like you’re trying to anchor yourself.

Outside, the bass from the club pulses, muffled and distant, a world away.

Inside the car, it’s just you and him, tangled in sweat and need, locked in a space too small for what he feels for you.

And then he moves.

The car rocks with each slow, deliberate roll of your hips, the leather seat creaking beneath you as you sink onto his cock.

Your palms press against his chest for leverage, nails biting into his skin through his half unbuttoned shirt. Your dress is bunched up around your waist, wrinkles forming in the fabric, forgotten in the haze of lust. He watches, enraptured, as you take him—your hips undulating, your breath coming in soft, broken pants.

Namjoon groans, his hands gripping your waist, guiding you even though you don’t need it. You already know how to ruin him. You already know how to take what you want.

“You love this, don’t you?”

His fingers press into the tender globes of your ass, hard enough to leave bruises. “Riding me like this. Making a mess all over my cock.”

You whimper in response, throwing your head back, your movements faltering for just a second as his words sink in. But he won’t let you slow down—not when you feel this good, not when his sanity is hanging by a thread. He plants his feet firmly on the floor of the car, thrusting up into you, meeting each roll of your hips with deep, punishing strokes.

The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the windows hazy from your heat. Every slick, obscene sound of your bodies colliding fills the car, blending with the desperate moans you don’t bother hiding.

Namjoon leans in, his lips dragging along the column of your throat before his teeth scrape over your pulse point. “No one else gets to have you like this,” he pants, his hand slipping up your spine before wrapping delicately around your throat. “Tell me.”

You shudder, your own hand covering his wrist, not pushing him away, just holding on.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

You gasp as he thrusts up sharply, hitting that spot inside you that makes your whole body tense. A shiver runs through you, your walls tightening around him, and for a moment, you don’t answer.

Namjoon tenses.

But then—

“Only you,” you cry, lips brushing against his, teasing, intoxicating.

A growl rumbles low in his throat. His grip on your waist tightens, his pace turning almost brutal as he fucks into you with renewed purpose, as if he can carve those words into your skin, make them permanent.

His other hand moves.

Despite the fervor thundering in his blood, he doesn’t move with haste. Slowly, delicately, his fingers curl around your throat, the grip light at first, a silent question.

You shudder, your own hand coming up to hold his wrist. Not to push him away—just to feel him.

Namjoon presses his lips against your ear, his voice dark, smooth.

“Did anyone else touch you tonight?”

You let out a breathy laugh, the sound teasing, indulgent. “Mmm. Jealous, daddy?”

His fingers tighten slightly, just enough to make your pulse flutter beneath his palm. His hips roll up harder, sharper, dragging a moan from your lips.

“Answer me.”

You shift against him, your nails biting into his forearm. He knows you’re playing with him, knows you like the way he’s teetering on the edge of control.

And then you lean in, your lips grazing his jaw.

“No. No one else,” you murmur, voice dripping with something almost affectionate. “Just you.”

Something inside Namjoon uncoils, and then unleashes.

He fucks you harder after that, driven by something deeper, something primal. He wants to believe you. Needs to. Because if you’re lying, if anyone else touched what belongs to him—

No.

You’re his.

Whether you realize it yet or not.

His hand slides up, fingers curling around your jaw, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. The dim light from the dashboard casts shadows over his face, sharpening the cut of his cheekbones, the hunger in his half lidded eyes. His thumb brushes along your parted lips before pressing lightly against your chin.

“Look at you,” Namjoon murmurs, his voice thick, passionate in a way that makes something tighten in his chest. “You don’t even realize how good you feel, do you?”

Your cunt clenches around him in response, and his breath hisses through his teeth. Fuck. Every squeeze, every slick drag of your walls around him, every desperate roll of your hips—it’s unraveling him by the second.

“That’s it,” he mutters, his free hand slipping between your bodies, fingertips slipping over the sensitive bundle of nerves that has you jolting in his lap. His rhythm never falters, precise and measured, even as his control frays at the edges.

It’s too much—you’re trembling against him, your hands grip at his shoulders, your moans spilling into the humid air between you. He leans in, nipping at the hinge of your jaw, his lips dragging down to the pulse fluttering wildly in your throat.

“Go on, princess,” he breathes, his voice dark and coaxing, his fingers pressing just right. “Let me feel you.”

His head dips lower, his breath hot against the thin fabric barely covering your breasts.

The dress barely conceals anything, sheer in the right places, sinful in the wrong ones. The way the fabric clings to your body is almost obscene, the heavy swell of your breasts teasingly outlined, your nipples straining against the delicate material.

You're not wearing anything underneath.

The realization should infuriate him. Should make his blood boil at the thought of other men looking at you, at their hungry gazes dragging over skin that belongs to him.

But it doesn't.

It only makes him harder.

Because he knows—no matter how many of them watch, no matter how many of them ache to touch, you'll never let them.

They'll never have what he has. Never feel your pussy wrapped around them, never hear the breathless way you moan when you cum.

You're cruel without even trying, dangling temptation in front of them, letting them hope for something they'll never taste.

And Namjoon?

He gets off on it.

Because at the end of the night, you always come back to him.

He groans, low and desperate, before his mouth finds a stiff nipple through the fabric, his tongue dragging slow, deliberate circles around the pert peak. His teeth grazing over it with just enough pressure to make you clench around him, your walls pulsing tight around his cock.

"Ah, J-Joon." you croon.

The reaction pulls a sharp hiss from him, his fingers digging into your waist. But you don’t shy away. Instead, you arch into him, offering more, pressing your body closer like you want to drown him in you.

Greedy. Needy.

Nasty for everything he’s willing to give you.

But it happens all too fast for his liking.

The heat, the desperation, the way your body molds against his—it’s intoxicating, but fleeting. A moment never lasts long enough with you. He barely has time to commit it to memory before it’s slipping through his fingers like sand.

And it’s times like this that he wants to steal you away. Take you somewhere far from this world that refuses to let him have you. Lock you up in a tower only he has the key to, where no one else can touch you, see you, even breathe the same air as you.

There, he’d worship you the way you deserve—slowly, endlessly, until you finally understand what he’s known from the start.

Your body trembles as you cum, your moans broken, hands clutching at him, grounding yourself in him. And when he follows, thick warm cum spilling into you with a wrecked moan of your name, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, keeping you there.

He’s not ready to let go.

But you are.

You shift, skin still damp, and he can already feel you slipping away, your presence untangling from his like silk slipping through his fingers.

And then—

“I should go back inside,” you say, your voice light, easy—casual, even. Like you didn’t just let him claim you in the tight confines of his car. Like your body wasn’t still trembling from the way he’d touched you, possessed you. As if this was nothing more than a pit stop before you returned to your night of reckless freedom.

He catches your wrist before you can move, his grip firm, a quiet warning in the way he holds you.

“Didn’t you want me to pick you up?” His words are controlled, careful.

You blink at him, then laugh softly, a sound that scratches against his chest. “I changed my mind.”

His heart stutters, but his expression remains neutral. His fingers loosen, and yet, the urge to hold you tighter—to make you stay, to remind you who you belong to—burns in the back of his throat.

He lets go. He has to.

Because if he doesn’t, if he lets his fingers tighten just a fraction more, he’ll ruin everything. You’ll see it—the madness beneath his calm. The desire that goes far beyond wanting you. You’ll notice the way his control is slipping. And then you’ll pull away.

He can’t have that.

So he watches.

Watches as you fix your dress, smoothing out the fabric like you’re erasing the memory of him, the marks he left on your body, your soul. Watches as you run a hand through your hair, indifferent to the way it still falls in messy waves from his hands, the way your breath is still heavy with the scent of him.

You lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, slow and lazy, like you’re so certain none of this means anything.

Like you don’t know what you’re doing to him. Like you don’t realize that the heat between you isn’t just a spark—it’s a wildfire.

“If you want to stay out of trouble,” he says, his voice low, a warning in its calm. “Behave yourself.”

You laugh again, a soft, mocking sound that makes his chest tighten. And then—you leave. Slip out of his car, out of his hands, out of his world and back into theirs.

Back into the flashing lights and pulsing bass, back into the careless crowd that doesn’t deserve you. They don’t see you the way he does. They’ll never understand you. Not like he does.

And just like that, he’s left in the stillness, the echo of your absence filling the empty space around him. He doesn’t chase after you.

Namjoon grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. His jaw clenches. His heartbeat thrums beneath his skin, a slow, deliberate beat, keeping time with the truth he’s always known.

He has no one to blame but himself.

He’s the one who broke the rules. Who let his heart twist into something unmanageable. Who made the mistake of loving you.

But he doesn’t regret it.

Because love—real love—isn’t about caging or forcing. It’s about playing the long game. About devotion. About waiting in the shadows, watching, protecting.

And he has all the time in the world.

[7ndipity]

Bts as Doms

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Headcanons about how the members would be as Doms

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. Mentions of bondage, oral(f. and m. receiving), degradation, spanking, choking, free use, edging, orgasm denial, one daddy joke(and this is the only time you will ever see it on this blog) not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @a-gayish-unicorn for requesting this! This list is a bit of a mess, but I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging all week without anything. As always, If y’all have any additional thoughts, feel free to add them in the notes!

Masterlist

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Jin:

He’s mainly a soft dom, but he also gives Brat Enabler vibes. Like, he kinda loves when you sass him and act up in the same ways that he does when you’re in charge so that he can punish you.

Loves when you’re good for him tho and let him use you however he wants, holding your hair as he guides your mouth up and down his length, cooing at you whenever you gag around him.

Teases you constantly, making you tell him exactly what it is you want from him before he’ll do anything, letting his hands just ghost over your body and making it increasingly difficult for you to think.

Big fan of restraints and edging, pinning your hands over your head while he pushes into you, slowing his hips just before you both cum. “You can take it for a little longer, right Sweetie?”

Somehow still manages to make everything feel intimate and romantic. Like, he could be absolutely railing you from behind, but he’s whispering the sweetest things in your ear as he is doing so, telling you how good you’re doing for him and how much he loves you.

Tends to only be rough or mark you up when he’s feeling particularly needy or possessive, wanting to make sure that people know you’re taken.

Yoongi:

I’ve said it before, but he gives soft pleasure dom vibes. Like, he might get a little rough with you sometimes, but he really doesn’t have it in him to be overly strict or harsh with you.

Has certain petnames that he only uses for you when he’s in these moods. “Kitten, can you come here please?”

Drives him crazy to see you spread out or on your knees for him, so pliant and waiting with that desperate look in your eyes.

Similar to when he’s subbing, he’s not too crazy about degradation, but he really loves to tease you, always mixing in some sweet words so it doesn't sting too much, but still makes you blush and flustered, calling you his needy little baby while you ride his thigh.

Absolutely loves overstimulating you. Man will eat you out for hours till you’re in tears and writhing in his hold, begging for a break.

Super soft aftercare is always a must with him, no matter what kind of scene you just played out. He really enjoys the quiet intimacy of cleaning up and looking after you while you come back down.

Hobi:

Hobi is a hard, but very nurturing dom. Like, he’s super strict and not afraid to be rough with you, but everything he does is accompanied by soft guidance and reassurances in a low voice that makes your mind go a little hazy. “You gonna let me take care of you, Sweetheart?”

Rigger for sure, he loves shibari and thinks you look so pretty tied up in different styles. Would definitely take pictures of you like that if you’re comfortable with it.

Almost every time he doms ends with you face down, ass up, with one of his hands wound into your hair so he can pull you up to hear your moans while he pounds into you.

He’s also a fan of spanking for sure, be it on your ass, your thighs, etc. He has a slight sadism kink that peaks through now and then, but he never takes it very far.

Partially because of that tho, he tends to be extra sweet during aftercare, needing to balance out any harshness or punishments by being as close and soft with you as possible to help ground both of you afterwards.

He gives Sugar Daddy vibes, tbh. He loves spoiling you and buying you pretty things like jewelry or lingerie to wear for him. Also really into non-sexual shows of domination, like resting a hand on your back when you’re out together, it makes him feel like your protector.

Namjoon:

Daddy-Sorry what?

But fr tho, although he gives hard dom vibes, I think he actually leans more to the soft side, bordering on pleasure dom energy. He really gets off on your reactions and being the one to take care of you.

Obviously has a thing for dirty talk, as well as a slight humiliation kink. He loves making you tell him exactly what you want/need from him, because 1. Communication is super important and sexy, and 2. He knows it embarrasses you a bit and helps push you further into subspace.

Very big fan of bondage and sensory deprivation. He loves how sensitive and reactive it makes you, the tiniest touches making you twitch and wine.

Big fan of manhandling you into whatever position he wants, his favorites being mating press or having you ride him until he gets impatient and starts thrusting up into you.

Loves edging and orgasm denial, seeing how close he can get you to the edge every time before you finally fall apart. “Hold it. Don’t you dare fucking cum yet.”

Jimin:

Surprisingly stern dom with slight Brat Tamer energy. Like, don’t let the angel eyes fool you, when he gives you an order, he expects you to follow it or face the consequences,

Biggest fucking tease and the teensiest bit of a sadist, he will edge and overstimulate you within a inch of sanity, cooing sickly sweet little remarks in your ear. “Poor baby, can't even handle a couple rounds? We’ll just have to build up your stamina, won’t we?”

As harsh as he might be with teasing and punishments, he’s equally as generous with rewards when you’re good for him.

Big fan of guided masturbation, having you spread all pretty for him as he tells you exactly how to touch yourself or him.

Definitely likes experimenting with different themes and toys/tools. The type that would have you wear vibrating panties when you go out together so that he can tease you by turning them on randomly and watch you squirm.

Super soft with aftercare tho, handling you with the gentlest touches and sweet words. He always wants to make sure you know just how much he loves and cares for you after every session, holding you til you fall asleep.

Taehyung:

Super soft dom, he absolutely loves getting to baby you, kissing and touching you all over until you're a pile of mush in his arms. “Can I make you feel good, Baby? Please?”

He’s very much an aestheticist, he loves roleplay and setting the scene, as well as buying pretty little outfits for you to wear for him.

Praises you constantly, telling you how good you feel, how well you’re doing for him, how much he loves getting to see you like this, etc.

Definitely into taking photos and filming the two of you. Probably has a whole photo album of pictures, ranging from blurry polaroids to more professional shots he took with his film camera or phone.

Torturous levels of teasing. He will finger you for hours, bringing you to the very edge before stopping, kissing you as you cry in frustration.

Really loves the idea of free use, gifting you a special necklace or bracelet for you to wear as a sign to him that he can do whatever he wants with you. The idea of you always being willing to take him makes his ego(and other things) swell with pride.

Jungkook:

He has his softer moments, but I think when he doms, he tends to lean more towards hard dom. He really loves being in control and going all out on you.

Big fan of breathplay. He loves the way it makes you shake and clench around him, tattooed hand snaking up to hold your neck and squeezing just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.

He fucking loves to overstimulate you, making you keep count of how many times you’ve cum before he’s even inside you.

When he’s in a teasing mood tho, he’s so fucking mean, denying and ruining you orgasms, laughing when you get frustrated. “I’m sorry baby, were you gonna cum?”

Loves leaving marks all over on you, be it hickeys/bitemarks, handprints, etc. His favorite tho is probably cumming inside you, watching it leak out before pushing it back in with his fingers(feel like he has an untapped breeding kink, but-)

Also really loves looking after you in non-sexual ways, be it paying for your meal or just helping you get something off a shelf that’s too high for you. It makes him feel needed.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

[namjoonboo]

The end of a era.

Hey everyone, I know it has been a while since I posted and I'm sorry in advanced😭😭 I'm here to come out and say that I'm no longer going to be posting on this blog anymore. Don't worry, I'm still into bts and kpop but I've been interested in writing books and more serious things than fanfics. I just grew out of it. I will be posting on my Wattpad of my new books I plan to publish in the future. Thank you to all of my supporters that have always been there for me. I will still keep all of my fanfics up on this blog for all of my male bts fans.

Signing out, Gary.💜🫰🏽

[madammidnightsblog]

BTS BUTTPLUG

Warning: sex, buttplug (m&f), public settings, sub idol, dom f!reader, Bang PD (brief), park setting (once), handcuffs, voyeur , fan meet (once)

Namjoon

Namjoon isn't really into buttplugs but he is more than willing to wear one if you ask, there is almost nothing he wouldn't do if you asked. But he feels funny wearing one in the studio with Bang Hitman working alongside him, the toy occasionally humming softly against a sensitive spot if he squirms too much and to make it worse, you were sitting in the same room. Your eyes staring at the back of his head which made his heart pound even more against his chest and he felt himself grow more aroused at the thought of you turning the toy completely up and having him a moaning mess in front of the older man. It really took everything in this man to cover every moan that would slip out and from palming himself through his sweats to somehow make the agonizing pace of the plug to grow more intense and just give his poor dick some friction that it was silently begging for.

"What do you think? Do you think it would work with the chorus or should we move it to the bridge?" Bang questioner as he skimmed over the roughly scribbled idea, wanting the younger man's opinion to organize the chaos that filled the page.

"Uh, well," Namjoon mentally slapped himself for not paying attention but could you blame him? He was in a tough situation and really wanted to work as diligently as he could but the damn plug really made it it hard to prioritize.

Bang notices how confused he looked and took in considering that they were working for about five hours and it was close to two in the morning so he thought he must be tired so he started to pack up, "Don't worry about it. You must be tired so we can finish later after some sleep so get some rest and I'll call around one- thirty." With that, he felt after bidding you goodbye.

You got up and walked over to the panting male as he leans back in his office chair, eyes screwed shirt while his right hand came down to his crotch to gently rub his erection, "You did such a good job baby." You praised as you sat in the chair that the former CEO was seated.

Namjoon whimpered softly as you took out your phone and turned off the plug, "May I cum now?"

You looked up at him surprise. You were sure he silently came a few times but those sucks in breath and squeezing of the arm rest was him holding back? Now that was more amusing. Cocking your head to the side and folded a leg over the other with a smirk, "Why didn't you cum pretty boy? You had about three hours of torture and all the chances to do so."

Namjoon turned his chair toward you, his hands were tugging at the draw strings in anticipation, "Because you never told me to." He whimpers.

"Go head baby. Cum as many times you want, you earned it for being such a good boy for Mommy." With that, he yanked down his sweats and boxers to reveal a twitching and leaking dick.

Jin

"I can't-please-can't!" He cried as his hands yanked at the cuffs, the metal clanking against the chair with every tug.

You sat in front of him, sipping your wine with a pleased smile as you watched as he breaks down in front of you after his third orgasm washed over him, painting his stomach and lap in his release. Something about watching him cry and cum without stopping makes you feel so powerful because of the pretty way he cries and begs and the way his beautiful body shakes with every release, the pearly white liquid painting his golden skin. His moans and cries were heavenly, almost as if he was singing such a beautiful song and the sobs came out like a loud yet sweet chorus that he made specifically just for you and it made your pussy ache. The plug in his ass and the vibrator that was tapped to his dick was the cause of his pleasure and the reason of his uncontrollable orgasms and they weren't stopping anytime soon, not until he said 'sheep'.

"You can take it, you've done it before." You singed before taking another sip, the refreshing taste of Pinot Grigio made you hum.

"Fuck, Mommy, please!" He sobbed, his dick twitched against his abdomen.

You hummed in thought, eyes staring at the glass in your hand and watched how the golden clear liquid that swirled with every soft roll of your wrist. You really didn't need to think about joining your boyfriend but you wanted to make him wait, keeping him on his toes and holding to the desperation which was what you did. Flicking your eyes back at him to see his glossy eyes as they stared into yours before placing your glass on the table next to you before getting up, slowly making your way over to him which had him whimpering for you. The clicking of your heels made his fingers dig into the armrests in attempt to hold what's left of his control and the fact that you were in just heels and one of his button of shirts made his dick ache.

Standing behind the chair, you slowly slid your hands down to his wrists to gently rub at them, "Are you sure you want me to do anything, darling? You seem to have enough fun with those toys." You teased as you eyes the two vibrators.

A sob left his lips, "Y-Yes, touch me, fuck, please."

Hoseok

He isn't the type to act honey in public or even attempt to do anything that remotely resembles a sexual act that isn't dancing so when you asked him to wear a plug and go for a walk at a park, he was quick to turn it down. So when you said you'd wear it instead, he was more nervous about it but didn't mutter a complaint since you were the one to want to do it but he was scared that a child would hear or an elderly person would see how your legs were wobbling and the no so quiet moans and call the cops. Everything was going smoothly, your wobbles were so noticeable and your moans were at a minimum or seen as coughs which did get you two some odd looks but Hoseok didn't care because his mind was occupied with the flashes of you putting the plug in but that was until you held onto his shoulder.

"Fuck." You moaned softly, your free hand was itching to cup your crotch in hopes to touch yourself.

Swallowing dryly, Hoseok did his best to guide you towards an empty and closed off area, "J-Just give me a second." He whispered.

The poor man almost tripped over his feet when he heard you moan his name. He was trying so hard to avoid any issues so you two could be in private but a woman that was jogging by turned around once noticing how you struggled to walk properly thanks to the rising volume of the plug, "Hey, are you ok? Do you need an ambulance?" She questioned while taking out her earbuds.

Shaking your head, you forced a smile which looked borderline lewd, "I'm.. I'm fine. Just got a cramp." You quickly said, trying to avoid slipping out a moan.

The woman eyes him before looked back at you but when Hoseok helped you stand up better, you bud goodbye before you two made your way to the public bathroom. Once inside, he quickly but slowly dragged you to a stall which you were glad he did because you were too overwhelmed with pleasure you were sure you wouldn't be able to walk anymore without someone realizing what was up. You took off your shirt and sat on the edge of the toilet, pulling your legs up to your chest after making sure you wouldn't fall off and told him to hurry. It was hard to keep going without his dick inside of you by know.

Jimin

"I'm so full." He moans as he spreads his cheeks to show off the pretty blue plug in his ass, his white thong pushed to the side.

Biting your lip, you slipped onto the bed while reaching a hand out to rub his erection through the damp material. Soft purrs left his pillowy lips made you shiver in excitement, wanting nothing but to rip the thin fabric off and suck his cute cocklet. With every rub to his small dick, you spewed out filth which had him whimpering and rutting up against your hand which you allowed, loving how needy and desperate he is for you. You were more than happy to make him wait for you until he was a sobbing mess, getting turned on by the way he sobs for you and his big pretty eyes filled with tears that spill down his round cheeks. Tracing his bugle through the material had him shaking and breath hitching, the vibrator purring softly as his velvet walls squeeze around the toy as if it will slip out.

"Such a pretty kitty," you swallowed thickly as you took in his beauty, "And all mine." With that, you yanked the panties off which made him gasp in shock.

You got tired of seeing the thin material already, wanting to see him bare under you and marked so you wasted no time, lifting a leg of his to press a kiss to his ankle and slowly made your way to knee. Lowering yourself slowly, your eyes stared into his glossy ones as you slipped your tongue out and licked a stripe to his inner thigh, licking before pressing sloppy kisses to the soft flesh as his moans came out in soft puffs. Legs spreading further to allow you to lay comfortably between them and placed playful bites to the area before turning your attention to his twitching cocklet once again.

"Want help?"

Biting his lip as he looked away shyly, "Yes, please."

Jungkook

He's bold with anything kink related, believing it will be better if taken risks so the plug was pushed into his hole before a fan meet and he was more than excited. You being a staff member, you were there playing with the remote in your pocket and watching how he would struggle to speak and even sing which did get him concerned looks from the members and fans but it only made you both aroused. Trying to sign an album, he leaned his head onto the table and let out a shaky moan as the toy was turned all the way up, his eyes squeezed closed and jaw going slack which made the fan in front of him worry and Namjoon and Taehyung next to him ask him if he was alright. He was shaking and squeezing the pen as his thighs squeezed together, trying to calm himself down from his high but his mind was just going blank.

"I'm fine, fuck, I just got a cramp." He gasped, shifting slightly in his seat as the toy was turned down to the lowest setting.

He was trying his best to ignore the mess he made in his pants but when you came into view he was whimpering softly, wanting you to hold him and call him your good boy for cumming but you couldn't. Pouting, he quickly scribbled down his signature and got ready for the next fan, ignoring the looks the members and the manager shot him while forcing a smile to the squeaking fan. Every second talking, singing, and chatting with the small span of time with the fans was exhausting since all his entertainment was drained from that orgasm but thankfully it went by quick without the toy going past low so he managed. Once everything was finished, he rushed off the stage and to the nearest bathroom with you in tow and thankfully no one was around the area to stop you from following him into there. Locking the door behind you, you barely got to turn around without him yanking you into his embrace.

"Bunny, calm down. Don't wanting anyone bothering us." You whispered, noses touching from how close you were.

He whined, "Hurry up then Mommy, need a kiss."

With that, you closed the gap by smashing your lips against his which made him moan into the kiss as his hands shot down to his belt and unbuckled it. Hastily, he undid his pants and pushed the down to his ankles while you did the same with yours. Pulling back earned you a whine but you shushed him before pushing him onto the toilet after he dropped his boxers. Knowing you two had to be quick before they started to look for him, you pushed your panties to the side to reveal your sopping cunt which had him moaning at the sight of your slick sticking to the fabric of your panties.

"Be quiet baby." You ordered before hovering over his dick, slowly sinking down onto it with ease.

Taehyung

"Mommy." He moans against your breast, his tongue lazily swirling around your nipple which made you sigh.

Your hand pumping his dick made him whine and moan as your thumb pressed against his utheral hole teasingly. His eyes closed in bliss as he sucked contently at your swollen bud which you were more than happy to see because his flushed face was pressed against your breast cutely. Times like this is why tented windows of the company van was a wonder, letting your cute baby boy suck onto your breast while you have him a handjob, doing your best to match whatever spear the plug in his ass was going. With you in his lap, he was comfortable since your scent and warmth made it better to him and the toy in his ass had him holding you tighter, making it a little difficult to move your hand between both of your legs.

"You are so needy. I spoil you too much, don't I? Taking time out of your schedule to make my prince feel good because he is so needy for his Mommy, hm?" You sighed mindlessly, knowing his mind was somewhere else based how he tried to fuck up into your hand.

His eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure built up, the knot in his stomach slowly coming undone so he squeezed your waist, sucking harsher which made your head press against his as you moaned. Thrusting upwards sent him over the edge, spilling his release onto your hand and his thighs, detaching his lips from your bud to moan out your name. Panting softly, he leaned his head back against the seat while you reached behind you and into the glove compartment to get the wet wipes and cleaned him up while handing him his water bottle. You smiled and praised him while cleaning up the mess and he couldn't help but bury his face into your neck, breathing in your scent as he closed his eyes.

Yoongi

Yoongi would never be caught dead doing anything sexual in public, he wouldn't allow himself to be lewd anywhere that wasn't in the safety of your shared apartment. It would take a lot to convince this man to wear a plug in public for more than twenty minutes out of fear of someone noticing him and try to approach him. He was way too well known for something like that to happen to you decided to make him do it when the members were supposed to come over and have dinner. You were cleaning up the kitchen with Namjoon while Yoongi tried his best to stay quiet on the couch behind the maknae line sat on the floor, playing scrabble while he pressed the couch pillow against his chest in hope to ground himself. It was hard for him, the toy was coming in waves that thudding against his prostate thanks to the larger plug of choice. Having such a hard time, he got up and excused himself to the bedroom, in hopes to lock himself in for a minute and cum.

"I'm going to grab something from the bedroom and I'll meet you on the balcony." You excused yourself which Namjoon happily made his way to the balcony with his beer.

Making your way quietly down the hall, you heard Yoongi's soft moans between the laughs and fight of the younger members which made your heart race. You were itching to touch yourself at the idea of him taking care of his boner with everyone within earshot, it really made your pussy throb knowing if they wanted to they would hear him. Sneaking into the room that he forgot to lock, you watched his he humped the armrest of your chair in front of your makeup table, his pants straining his erection with every rut. Locking the door, you made your way over to the door and stood behind him, holding his waist which made him jolt back to reality and tried to pull away until you stop his to relax. Knowing it was you, he went back to rutting the armrest while letting out louder moans of your name.

"Just like that baby, move with the vibrations." You moaned as you pressed yourself against him.

[weishenbwi]

Namjoon x Female Reader

Sex with Namjoon had an effect that made you feel like you’re the only two people in the world. You’re already waiting on your knees for him when he comes into the living room.

Naked. Obedient. Hands behind back and willing. It's one of your morning rituals to submit yourself like this.

Namjoon looks down and softly smiles, “We don’t have a lot of time today, Y/N.” He reaches out to caress your face, fingers carding your hair. It feels like heaven, like your meant to wait on your knees for him. He smiles that wide beautiful smile and you can’t help reaching up to the small valley in his cheek. That damn adorable dimple. 

His touch is gentle. You lean into it. The pulse of being this close, this intimacy like a gift you can unwrap. He nods and you lift your hand up. He doesn't need to tell you that it's okay to touch. One look you can have him. You reach up and stroke his bulge, the firmness and strength of his length straining against the fabric of his jeans. He stands tall, proud, and patient as the morning light filters in through the clear glass windows that run the length of the wall. They offer the risk and expectancy of voyeurism. It's one of the reasons he chose this home and chooses to fuck you in front of them.

The early morning song birds chirp their dawn chorus as you slip your fingers over buttons and zipper to reveal the sight of his full length, erect and flush.

"It doesn’t matter how much time we have to spend as long as we can be together," You suggest as you casually run the tips of your fingers up Namjoon's exposed skin before pressing down on his thigh and hip to hold him in place. What your mouth can't take in, your hands move to cover.

Rocking gently, he can feel your tongue’s attention on his head, swirling and sucking lightly- A little pain. A little pleasure. Exactly what he likes. You take in as much of him as you can, the sensation hitting the back of your throat as you choke and tighten on his member.

It feels so good that Namjoon's vision can't help but roll back as he releases moans in lieu of words-hips jutting and thrusting, hands gripping your hair to give himself more pleasure. Greedy for the wet heat of your mouth.

No swallowing. He likes it sloppy. And today he likes it rough.

“Take me in as much as you can, baby. I want you to choke.” And so you do. Bobbing, and gagging. It's messy but you're obedient. A good submissive. 

When he lets you breathe, you look up at him from between his legs, hands pumping vigorously. Good submissives don't look away from their Masters. It's one of the rules you've memorized, signed your name on, and held while he fucked into you like a christening. You nudge him toward the couch before sinking back down on him, taking his full length down your throat and lightly coughing; a smirk crossing your lips.

“Fuck. Y/N. That feels so fucking good!”

If his hips jerking is any indication, it feels fucking great.

“Look at me, baby.” Large hands cradle your face as he pets your hair, eyes fixated on each other. “Make it messy.” And you do. Down his length, your mouth finding its way to teasing his head; lips tight and tongue roaming, your hands pumping up and down causing him to collapse further into the couch, his hands releasing their tight grip on your hair only to grab his own and thurst; a deep moan and jerk of his hips.

“Oh f-fuck Y/N.” Namjoon can’t take it anymore. His hips are bucking, his breath uneven.

He needs to cum. 

He grabs your head to bring it fully down his length and you oblige. Holding onto his thighs for support as your throat receives thrust after thrust, his large hands tight in your hair. The more you gag the wetter it gets. It's sloppy. Just like he wants. Each thrust deep into your throat has you holding onto him to steady yourself.

"Take it, baby. Take it as deep as you can. Be good for me." You want to be good, to please him like this. You crave what only you could make him feel and he relishes in the contractions of your throat each time you choke on his cock.

Namjoon's hands grip your hair tighter letting out unsteady breaths to ride his high. "Look at me." He wants eye contact. Needs it.

You surrender on your knees looking into his eyes, tongue out, as he thrusts and fills your mouth with his orgasm. You don't swallow. Instead, you let the cum drip off your tongue like a good pet. 

He tells you that you've done a good job by lightly tapping his dick against your tongue. It feels soft like velvet or silicone, unimaginably soft skin on firm flesh. 

Letting out a shaky exhale, he pulls you on top of him. "That was perfect, Y/N" Namjoon whispers as he softly runs his thumb against your chin and swollen lips while his other hand caresses your thigh." Your reward for working so hard. "I think I'll call in if you're up for round two." Namjoon smirks and that damn dimple is on full display.

How could you ever say no to him?

Plot twist: You can't. 

[sparklehoney7]

these violent delights

by: yoongisgf

pairing: namjoon/jungkook

info: one shot (10,408)

tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting / Alternate Universe - College/University / Magical Realism / Ghosts / Secret Organizations / Rituals / Occult / Mild Blood / Light Horror / Dark Academia / Explicit Language / Enemies to Lovers / Rivals to Lovers / Angry Kissing / Rivals With Benefits / Explicit Sexual Content / Porn With Plot / BDSM / Sub Jeon Jungkook / Bottom Jeon Jungkook / Top Kim Namjoon | RM / Dom Kim Namjoon | RM / Jeon Jungkook is a Brat / Safewords / Frottage / Masturbation / Voyeurism / Dry Humping / Orgasm Denial / Orgasm Delay/Denial / Edgeplay / Dirty Talk / light degradation / Choking / Barebacking / Under-negotiated Kink / (the sex is consensual the whole time but several things are discovered in the moment) / Consensual Sex / Anal Fingering / Anal Sex / Rough Sex / Aftercare / Humor / Getting Together / Teasing

summary: Jungkook can see ghosts. Which is, frankly, the least of his problems. Roped into a world of occult rituals run by frat boys, he winds up stuck with the equally infuriating yet fine piece-of-ass that is Kim Namjoon (emphasis on the ass).

—Or, a dark academia Ninth House x Lockwood and Co au featuring ghosts, the occult, and barely repressed sexual tension. Loosely in that order.

link

[stay3096]

Does anyone use wattpad?

[4200nemobackup]

Soft.

Ask above: “omg I love this! Pls can you do sub Jimin oneshot? Anything just him being sensitive and softie. 👀”

Pairing: Jimin x reader

A/n: hey everyone! I’m back again. I got very very busy lately, and I was also a bit depressed. But now I’m way better, and happy to come back to you all!!!!

This ask was found under my post about Jungkook being a soft, domestic submissive. OP wanted me to make something about Jimin inspired by this, and I’m happy to do it!!! It’ll be very short, but I hope you all will enjoy it, as it is my return lol. (I don’t think it’s that good 😭)

Taglist: @jiminlostjams1995

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The morning after was always so peaceful, soothing almost.

After your passionate nights with Jimin, sleep followed the both of you quite fast, no matter if you were naked or halfway clothed. This morning was barely different, you and Jimin sticking to routine. He was snuggled up comfortably against your chest. His breath was a steady rhythm: rise slowly, fall even slower.

This time, you found yourself just woken up from slumber, watching your boyfriend sleep so nicely. He looked so adorable, his plump lips in a pout.

To get more comfortable, you shifted your body just a bit. Suddenly, you felt a stirring atop your chest, that stirring being Jimin starting to wake up too from your movements.

You were remorseful, feeling a bit sorry for waking him, but not that sorry after seeing how cute sleep actually made him look.

His signature pout matched his emotion, as he was apparently a bit cranky.

“Why’d you move?” He whined quietly. You couldn’t help but smile gently as you watched him rub his tired eyes.

“I’m sorry baby,” you said. You played with his hair, running your fingers through his bed head.

“Come, lay back down on me and you can go back to sleep.”

Jimin immediately adjusted himself, laying right back on top of his reserved space, your body. He nuzzled deeply into you, taking in your lovely scent. The man left tiny kisses on your chest, showing his admiration for you as his partner.

He pouted once more now, as if he wanted something.

“Play with my hair, please?” He cutely whined.

How could you have said no to him, your prettiest boy?

You began running your fingers through his hair again, watching his breathing return to its first form. He was so beautiful, pure in his essence. Jimin was your sweet boy, so evident.

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Namjoon X Yoongi - Training

18+ smut

Yoongi with fitness trainer Namjoon for a boyfriend. Yoongi who was never into exercising but seeing his boyfriend naked makes him want to join him in the gym just to watch that amazing body being made, to see the sweat on Namjoon's pecs and maybe get fucked by him in the bathroom after.

Namjoon who fucks him on all fours and pushes him down to his elbows, leans over him to whisper in his ear, "Push your shoulders back, chest down."

Yoongi gasps out between moans, "Get- get fucked" and Namjoon just laughs and tells him,

"That's your job."

"C'mon baby we gotta fix that posture," Namjoon says when he’s fucking Yoongi against the wall, forcing him to keep his back straight, to not slouch, even though all Yoongi wants to do is wrap around Namjoon's shoulders and dig his nails into his back.

Yoongi thinks he's finally won when he’s riding Namjoon, but Namjoon just makes him do all the work until his thighs are burning so much that he physically can’t anymore, crying because it’s not enough. Only then does Namjoon flip them around and pushes him into the mattress.

Yoongi complains so much, the ultimate pillow princess before he met Namjoon, but really he loves it. He loves how he has to work for it, loves the praise when he does, loves the way Namjoon calls him a good boy in his deep, fucked out and satisfied voice.

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