#entirely unedited im RUNNING OFF FOR THE EVENING!! PEAK INDULGENCE !!

[lorelune]

(minors dni || jing yuan x reader || wc: ~1.6k || tw: smut, mommy kink @ jing yuan, afab reader with no gendered language used, light choking, some internalized shame for reader)

you slip up.

it’s an accident— really. it is. you don’t mean to say it.

you’re not in your right mind, notably. jing yuan has eaten you out to completion so many times, you've lost count. your thighs ache from the marks he’s left there, innumerable. his mouth still tastes like you as he kisses you.

he's fucking you now, though. slow and deep. each thrust is like a punch to your insides. it’s overwhelming. it’s too much— way too much, but the idea of stopping has you tearing up and begging for more of him, rather than less. harder. deeper. so you’ll ache for days.

jing yuan delivers, he always does. he looks so pleased as he fucks you, breathing heavily himself, nearly purring from on top of you about your state. the tone of his words hits you, makes you wetter and tighter around him. the content of his words, however is lost on you. you’re too gone. your mind is mush. you nod when he tells you too, when he tells you what you are. tells you who you belong to, who you wouldn’t dare leave—

you’re good. he says you are, you think. you’re his good, sweet things so you nod and raise your legs when he asks you. he throws your ankles over each of his shoulders, kissing your ankles. its sweet. you’re so well-cared for.

he unsheathes himself, and teases your hole with his tip. honey gaze sliding to meet yours through the haze.

"you want this, don't you?"

"uh-huh." you feel like you're floating. like you're going to die if he doesn't put his cock back inside of you. you nod dumbly, vigariously.

he hums, pleased, "you want this so badly, don't you?"

"i d-do—"

you do, you do, you do. you try and press closer; the angle is wrong for it. you whine and strain regardless because you need him, you need him—

he hushes you when you struggle, petting over your cheeks with a warm look in his eye. so sweet to you, caring, attuned and attentive like always and it's fucking ruining you.

"can you say please?" he says cheekily.

you know he's not expecting your response. you aren't either.

"p-please, mommy."

your own voice is foreign in your ears. jing yuan's eyes widen, enough to give you pause in your state. you lag, then fucking realize what you just said—

(a moniker for a kink that you keep tucked away in your most shame-filled pornography pile. a list of rotting links containing beautiful women with shapely chests taking care of a fragile little thing, cooing and kind and condescending in a way that makes you feel literally insane. every time you dare to indulge, you cum on yours fingers or against your vibrator so hard you nearly black out. then cry. or both at the same time.)

horror overtakes you. the reverie, the spell of lust and arousal feels broken as you tune into jing yuan's expression. he's. processing. clearly.

you fucked up.

you start stuttering out apologies, voice still shaking with breathlessness with fear churning into it. embarrassment and shame stick to your ribs and you can feel your voice tremble, rapidly approaching the precipice of full on tears.

before you can slink away and hide in the en suite for the rest of your life, jing yuan is grabbing your hips, dragging you back into place. pushing you down so you can't squirm away, or squirm much at all. he stares at you, tilting his head. fluffy hair falls in a halo around his cheeks, his ribbon having been tossed aside hours ago.

without speaking, he cups your cheek in one hand and pets you with his thumb. the way one would a tiny kitten. you lean into the touch without thinking, and before you can continue to spiral and feel like death about accidentally calling your partner a name you reserve for your own light night maturbatory session, one that you can only let yourself muffle into a pillow that you bite between your teeth—

jing yuan says, "do you like that?"

"... l-like what?"

he chooses his words carefully, but his tone is still so gentle, "me, being your mommy."

you're going to die. "jing yuan—" you bury your face in your hands. "you're trying to kill me."

"not at all. just clarifying." he leans closer. folding you in half. his soft, ample chest is up against yours. "do you like the idea of being my baby, dear?"

he coos it. talks down to you in his tone and rubs along your lower lash line as he does. he doesn't let you turn away or escape the question. even as your stomach churns.

you sniffle. "i— um—"

"remember to be honest." he grip drifts, and he massages over your sternum. the pressure makes you feel light-headed and floaty all over. "i'd hate to have to put you over my knee so soon. just tell mommy how you feel?"

he's going to fucking kill you.

he squeezes around your throat. his cock (still hard, maybe even harder, purpling-tip) brushes up against your clit.

you come.

he's not even inside you and you come with a sound that's something between a sob and his name, and your vision speckles at the edges. you grab his shoulder, blindly, squeezing and searching because oh my fucking god— your brain must be coming out of your ears as your cunt flutters around nothing, your legs twitch against jing yuan's shoulder.

he shushes you as you come. the high is too much, it's all too much, but he's cradling you within the sensation so well that it's okay. everything's okay and the sensation is so horribly relieving that you do cry, properly, within a few heaving breaths.

jing yuan's good to you as you do. you can't see the hint of mischief in his eyes, but it's there as he pets down your chest, you waist and hips. eventually, to your cunt, where he places a wide, scalding hand over your navel.

"i need an answer, baby." he says 'baby' in such a tone that you nearly come again.

"i like it," the words fly from your mouth and you nod, over and over. "i like it so much, i like you so much, please, please, please—"

jing yuan chuckles richly, rubbing over the apples of his cheeks.

"isn't my baby so sweet." he presses his thumb between your lips, then down on your tongue. you drool around it. "you'll be good for mommy then?"

"uh-h-huh." it comes out garbled.

jing yuan looks amused. shame and arousal burn in your gut and you feel so empty.

"can you say it for me?"

you don't even hesitate. "i c-can be good for m-mommy."

"can you now?" jing yuan's laughs, lighter and sweet and genuinely with a maternal ring and you're going to die.

"i can!"

jing yuan pulls back, just enough to reach between your and position his cock so it's notched against your cunt. you sob with the content, clinging to him.

"so sweet." he tells you as he pushes into you. it's too slow for how stretched and wet you are. you need more, but he doesn't give it to you, even as you whine and gasp for it. instead, he holds your jaw, one handed with a silken grin. "dear, i know best. take what i give you now, hm? let me take care of you how you like."

you might actually literally die. you've given the man too much power.

when he bottoms out, he presses against the bruises he made earlier. scrapping against your sweet spot, moving a languid pace that normally, on a regular day, you'd goad him out of. you'd flutter your lashes and speak your own repertoire of sweet words to have him fuck you stupid and filthy and reverent into these same sheets.

now, though? you can't. the only thought in your mind is being good. for mommy, who kisses down your throat and over your chest. who hoists you just right so you're folded in half while he fucks you. the two of you can't be closer than this, and that vulnerability has always terrified you. but in your current state? when you're just being good and letting him care and push you as he sees fit?

it's all okay. it feels so good, you come again. maybe twice more. it's a slow roll that crashes over you and you take it. you take whatever he gives you because it's okay to and you want it.

by the time jing yuan's comes with a broken moan of his own into your neck, you feel cored out. broken in a good way, with your parts slowly being reassembled into a new image. ego death, maybe. or you're being dramatic and jing yuan (mommy, he said he'd be your mommy, what does that mean—) simply fucked you so well that you don't have a coherent thought left. who is to say.

jing yuan rolls you, so you're tucked in his side, beneath his chin.

he exhales, a shaking fragile thing.

"s-so," you own voice scratches from your throat. "should we talk about that—?"

he hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead, cajoling your— lower? "later. enjoy it, dear. can you keep being good for awhile long?"

fuck post-nut clarity. you're immediately back in the depths of whatever budding thing you're actualizing. you nod. cheek pillowed against jing yuan.

he pets your hair and you breath, hot and slow against his chest. the thump of his heart calms you.

as you doze, you hear him laugh, faintly. hopelessly fond like he always seems to be with you, but there's a sweeter edge to it. something new that makes you feel perfectly warm and too hot all at once.

but it's like he said, isn't it? there's time to talk later. question. sort. whatever thing is being awakened can be parsed through after a cat nap.

with cum leaking from between your thighs, and jing yuan's peaked nipples just inches from your face, you drift and enjoy. just like mommy asked you to.

[thotantics]

(gif credit to owner)

⚤   pairing — reader + Bambam

✎ word count — 2,030

✦ genre — smut

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, masturbation (brief), oral sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation (implied)

[requested] Bambam (GOT7)x fem!reader w/ "open your legs and smile for the camera" and "touch yourself for me" please and thank you

[A/N] random burst of inspo for this!! idk where it come from lmao but i intended to make this into a drabble (1k words or less!!) buuuuuut this just kinda all came out in one sitting and i couldnt stop 😅 unedited bc i cbf im too excited to post something again :’)

“I hate leaving you, don’t get me wrong..” He’s mumbling this against the valley of your breasts, his voice rumbling out of him and tickling your sensitive skin, goosebumps prickling your arms and the back of your neck as he lifts his head to smile at you, “But I really fucking love the way we say goodbye.”

You weren’t entirely sure if he meant the handjob you were currently providing him with or the lengthy make out session that led to it, or both. But it made you smile, nonetheless. You can feel him pulsing in your grip, cock hardening even further as he turns his head and captures a peaked nipple between his lips. You sigh.

“Can I take your picture?” Bambam asks you, seemingly out of nowhere but in truth, he’d been hiding away a brand new Polaroid specifically for this moment. “It’ll help me miss you just a little bit less whenever I have to leave.” He reasons with you when you give him a less than convinced look at the suggestion.

But you can’t deny him, and you trust that he’ll keep the photos safely hidden. Even still, you need to feel at least somewhat in control of this situation so you tell him, “Only three.”

“Three?” He repeats, brows shooting up in surprise. “Wow...” He exhales, a smile spreading across his face, “I was hoping for just one! You’re so generous.”

He’s laughing against your neck while you roll your eyes, unable to resist smiling as you kiss a path across his shoulder, your hand still slowly working at his cock, “Don’t make me change my mind, Bam.”

He’s quick to disengage from you and trot happily across the room, rummaging in his closet at a pile of freshly delivered boxes until he finds the right one. He’d already loaded the camera with film and had taken some shots of random things, test driving his new toy with photos of his cats, mostly.

You’re both already naked and when Bambam turns back to you, looking at you through the lens, but you suddenly feel even more naked. Your arms drape over your chest and your hand dips between your legs, hiding your sex. He pulls the camera away and smiles at you reassuringly as he walks back over to the bed, climbing up beside you.

“The picture I first wanted was of your pretty lips,” He tells you, dragging his index finger over your lower lip, folding it out before he lets it fall back into place, biting at his own lip as he watches, “But since I get three...hm, what should I do?” He wonders out loud. He gives you a good once over. His eyes linger on your breasts and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head before he keeps on looking you over.

The spot he finally decides on is where your hand is still tucked between your thighs still tightly pressed together, shielding your sex from his view. You know he’s figured out what he wants by the way his eyes narrow a bit and you can only imagine what sort of filth is going on in that head of his.

Before you can speak, he’s bounding up on knees, settling by your feet planted flat on the mattress, and he rests the camera in his hand on top of your knee, meeting your eyes.

“Open up.” He smiles.

You pout at him. “All of a sudden?”

“I want you to touch yourself for me.” He explains, again licking at his bottom lip before he catches it in his teeth. “Don’t act shy,” He laughs, “It’s just me.”

“You and your camera.” You remind him, but you let your knees fall open anyway, keeping your hand cupped around your sex.

“That’s right, baby.” Bam whispers, “Let me see that pretty pussy.”

You’re blushing furiously but he’s keeping his camera away from you for now, and the hungry look in his eyes is helping to quell any insecurity you have. Who has time to feel insecure with a man like him staring you down like he’s never seen a creature more gorgeous, anyway?

It’s a slow reveal intentionally, keeping the back of your hand as the most he can see until you feel brave enough to drag your hand back, pressing the pads of two fingers on either side of your clit. Bambam’s breath hitches, fingers twitching on his camera, still resting on your left knee.

Encouragingly, Bam whispers again down to you, his free hand rubbing your outer thigh, “You’re so hot, baby. Shit, I’m so fucking turned on right now..”

So you keep going until you’re forgetting all about him and his dumb camera. You press your fingers lower, dragging your wetness from it’s source and circling your clit with renewed vigor, moaning softly at the slick friction that has you clenching around nothing. Bambam’s solid and pressed up against the back of your right thigh, and you can feel the pulse of that thick vein that runs along the underside of his cock thrumming against your heated skin, the wet patch where precum is spilling out from the tip of him.

Then he lifts his camera and your knees start to shut again, and he groans, eyes lifting to meet your own, “Baby~” He’s pleading already, you can see it in his eyes and hear it in his tone, “Let me see~”

“Nobody can ever know these pictures exist, Bam.” You tell him and he frowns, nodding his head seriously.

“Of course not.” He assures you, “These are for me, baby, they’re all mine...just like you.”

You smile back at him, “That’s right.”

He’s excited all over again after this exchange, and he stands up on the mattress, the weight of him making you shift as he corrects his footing and plants one hand on the ceiling to steady himself.

You’re already laughing at the sight of his long, awkward limbs standing up like a newborn giraffe to stand over you like he is before he tells you, “Open your legs and smile for the camera.”

You do as he says, parting your knees wide and dipping your fingers into your drenched slit, circling your entrance as a genuine laugh is captured by the flash of his Polaroid.

Bambam’s thrilled, exclaiming softly to himself happily as the photo ejects from the front and he steps carefully off the bed and places it gently on one of the end tables to develop, “That’s such a good picture.” He says, then he turns back to the bed, tossing the camera next to you and climbing over you, giving you a deep kiss as he replaces your fingers with his own.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” He groans against your lips, fucking you open with two of his long fingers, indulging in the wet sounds that emit from your greedy cunt. “Can I take one of your lips on my dick, baby?”

You hum in agreement, head spinning, sure that you would give this man the entire moon, somehow, if he said in that moment that he wanted it. You follow after him as he moves to stand at the edge of the bed, grabbing his camera again. Your lips part and you meet the tip of his cock with your tongue first, licking down and back up the length of him, wetting him with saliva before you wrap your lips around him so he slides more easily into your mouth.

You’re so focused on the sounds he make and the weight of his dick on your tongue that you forget about the camera for a long while and just suck him as if your life depended on it. Bambam likes you cock hungry and god, were you ever when it came to him. Blowjobs weren’t necessarily pleasurable for you but sucking him off was an experience. The power you felt when his thighs twitched and he gasped as you focus on his tip, the wetness that seeped from your core as you massaged his balls and felt how tight and full of cum they were. All because of you.

Bam waits until you’re a mess of spit, hair everywhere from his hands clinging onto you desperately, tears filling your eyes from gagging a few too many times trying to let him deeply fuck your throat, before he snags his camera from the bed again. He tells you in a gentle tone to look at him and you do, tears clinging to your lashes, only to be met with the lens. He takes his second photo with the flash off, wanting your eyes open wide and staring up at him with your lips tight around his shaft. He moves away from you again to place the photo with the other while you clear your scratchy throat and steady your breathing.

He’s already got in mind what he wants for the last picture you’ve allowed him to take, but he forgets about it for the time being, putting the camera out of the way temporarily. Instead, he busies himself in repaying you for the amazing head, laying between your thighs on his stomach, his cock pressed between his stomach and the sheets as he tongues slow circles across your clit.

You cum for him, twitching, keening, while he sucks greedily at you, fingers buried deep in your cunt, and before the last waves of pleasure have passed, while you’re still throbbing on the inside, he flips you over onto your knees with gentle hand placements, coming up behind you and pressing himself inside.

Bambam snaps his third photo while you cum again around his cock, immediately after the first orgasm, your pussy gushing back across his thighs. He’s piercing you deep and with hard snaps of his hips, but he’s slow, drawing out his thrusts every 4 or 5 seconds. You’re moaning high pitched and completely in time to his every thrust, and don’t even realize when he had turned the flash back on and gotten that last photo by turning to his left and looking at the full length mirror near the closet. He’s cut off in the photo at the top of his head but otherwise, everything else should be clear, including the look on your face, head thrown back, features contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck me harder.” You cry back to him, nails digging into his thigh in an attempt to regain his attention when you feel him shifting forward to place the final photo with the first two.

He straightens back up and grips onto your hips, hoisting your ass up a little higher where you’d slumped under the weight of him leaning past you to the end table. Then he pulls back until the tip of him is kissing at your entrance and he slams back in, hard and fast. He fucks you without interruption, then, wild and unabashedly chasing his own high.

In the process, he has you cumming again, sobbing into the pillow, drool spilling out of your mouth as he fucks his own cum into you until it, too, is spilling out of you and soiling the sheets. He doesn’t stop until you beg him for a break, your body on fire and throbbing head to toe. The moment he relaxes and let’s his body fall away from yours, you collapse onto your stomach, gasping for air.

For a few moments you shut your eyes, feeling him shift off the bed and you wait to hear him return with something to clean you up, but instead you’re met with silence. Before you fall asleep a sticky mess face down on the pillows, you flutter your eyes open and catch your boyfriend staring at the three photos fanned out in his hands like a winning hand of poker.

“Baby,” Bambam chuckles in disbelief when he meets your eyes and sees that you’re still awake, “You are so goddamn hot.” He turns and shows the photos to you, dropping them delicately on the mattress next to you in favor of cupping your head as you sit up and planting a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you.”