#let me suck on ur chest sir pls

[mahalkheeta]

GUYS. HEESEUNGS CHEST.

[keigosphatcock]

Kitten

Pairing: Erwin x fem!reader 

Word Count: 2.3k lmao 

Genre: SMUT (pls do not read if ur a baby) 

Warnings: Uhh degradation, kinda exhibitionism, Erwin being a mf dom, dirty talk, daddy kink, masochism/sadism, spanking (but not on the ass), biting

Author: Izzy  (*¯︶¯*)

Plot: Basically Erwin is just jealous lmao 

A/N: PLEASE I WROTE THIS IN AN HOUR IN A HORNY FIT ITS RUSHED AND ITS A MESS BUT HAVE FUN 

You were nervous, your heart pumping as the cadet led you to Erwin’s office.Why did he have to send for you in front of your squad? When there were already countless rumors circulating about your relationship with the commander that he was aware of.  

“Good luck, captain,” The cadet bowed before leaving you standing in front of the door, heart racing and head pounding - who the hell did he think he was? Feeding into all these rumors like this, God, for his sake you wished it was important. 

The metal of the door knob was cool in your hand and you didn’t bother to knock as you walked straight into his office, “Commander.” Your voice was stern, face stoic as you watched him continue with his paperwork on the desk. 

You couldn’t help but watch his concentrated face, the curve of his eyebrows and the subtle movements of his muscles under his button up shirt that came with the slight movements of his writing. 

A sigh left his perfect lips, “You didn’t knock, captain.” Erwin didn’t look up at you, only spoke as a way to acknowledge your presence in his office. 

“I’ll remember it for next time, commander.” You were calm, well you tried to be, but you were still pissed at him for his abrupt command for you to meet him. 

He looked up at you, his eyes flashing as he noticed your stoney expression, “Don’t disrespect me, even if you’re pissy, captain.” He said the words calmly, yet rose from his desk and his serious facade dropped for a second as anger briefly flashed across his features. 

You swallowed thickly, realising perhaps he was more angry than you, and he was going to take it out on you. “Yes sir.” Your posture stiffened slightly, watching him make eye contact with you fully. 

Erwin looked at you momentarily, not speaking as he studied your expression, his own decaying into one of slight anger as each second passed. 

“Why did you-”

“You know why.” He said the phrase sternly as he cut you off, yet with restraint as if he was trying not to spit the words. 

You cocked an eyebrow, “I’m sorry sir, but I believe I don’t.” You tapped your foot lightly against the wood, your arms crossed against your chest as you watched him lean on his desk, his hands splaying across the polished surface as he stared at your expression harder. 

“Come here, kitten.” Erwin’s voice was stern, the glint in his eyes changing slightly and you swallowed at it, your own attitude melting away as he spoke the nickname. 

“Yes sir,” You responded less confidently than before. 

Erwin sat back in his chair, gesturing for you to come closer, your heartbeat thumping harder in your chest as you took another daunting step towards where he was sitting. “Sit.” He commanded you, waving slightly to his lap, his eyes boring into your flushed expression. 

A rush of excitement burst through you, pushing any ounce of attitude you had before to the corners of your mind as you obediently sat gently in his lap. His hard body was always a comfort against your own, the feeling of his broad chest against your back and his warm breath in your ear had you forgetting your own name - not to mention the way his hands sat dangerously close to your thighs. 

“Kitten,” His voice was hot on your neck, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he whispered the name into your skin, “I thought we agreed you were off limits to anyone else.”

“I-I- havent been-” 

Erwin’s hand cut you off, his grip leaving your thigh to cup your already wet pussy. His hand held your heat tightly, despite your pants being in the way, he would know that you were soaking just from that. 

“Are you sure?” His hand tightened against your sopping heat, his lips brushing your ear as he held you tightly against him, “Because according to Captain Levi, you’ve been more of a whore than you usually are.” 

“I-I don’t understand sir,” Your words barely came out, you were too focused on not trying to moan or grind against his hand. 

“Quit it with the sir charade, we both know what you’d rather call me, “Erwin growled in your ear, his grip hardening against your pussy.

“Sorry, daddy,” You whimpered, your lip tugging between your teeth as you tried to control your raging arousal. 

“I suppose I’ll let you off the hook this time,” Erwin spoke, yet his hand let go of your pussy, only to come straight back, slapping your sensitive heat through the thick fabric of your pants. A whimper escaped your lips, your body tensing as you desperately tried not to moan as the pain mixed with the pleasure of what he’d just done. “But a dirty fucking whore like you needs to be punished, especially for flirting with other captains without my permission.” 

“I wasn’t-”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, kitten,” His voice was angry, a growl in your ear as he pushed his boner into the small of your back, “You’re such a slut you’re making daddy punish you at work, but I suppose that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to fuck you senseless in my office and claim your pussy as mine in such a risky place.” Erwin chuckled slightly, his other hand coming up to rest at your neck, “I bet you’re hoping for Levi to walk in, so he can see how much of a fucking cum slut you are? Watch your face as I fuck you so hard against my desk, huh? Is that what you want?”

You bit your lip, your body tensing as you felt Erwin’s hand squeeze your neck gently, “Daddy, you know I’m yours.”

“But does Levi? I’ll have to prove it, I’ll have to claim you right here and now, kitten. I can’t let other people think they have free reign on my cum dumpster.” His hand squeezed your neck again, harder and longer, enough that you could feel slightly light headed and it only fuelled your arousal, his words and grip already leaving you a senseless mess. 

“Bend over my desk, kitten.” Erwin let go of you, leaving you with a slight disappointment at the lack of pressure on your burning heat. Yet you did as he said, unbuttoning your pants, yet Erwin pulled them down, his hands rough as he shoved you onto the polished wood of his desk. 

“Too slow, kitten.” His voice was a growl and you felt his bulge brush your thighs, his eyes gleaming as they took in your defenceless form. “Stay still, or I might have to punish you harder, baby girl.” You could hear the metallic clink of his belt unbuckling, yet you didnt have time to process before he had your hands pinned behind your back and the leather tightening around them in restraint. 

Erwin smirked at your restrained arms, one of his hands grabbing your ass roughly as he watched you helplessly splayed out in front of him. “What a fucking good little whore you are…” 

You whimpered slightly, your cheek pressed against his desk, completely at his mercy as you waited for any sort of pleasure, “Daddy-” “Hush kitten, I only want to hear you screaming my name.” Erwin didn’t give you time to process what was happening as he pulled down your panties with one hand and landed a harsh spank to your ass with the other. 

Your body tensed and you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly, your eyes screwed shut and you hoped that no one was walking outside of the office. 

“Did you lock the door, kitten?” Erwin smirked as he saw your eyes widen, “Then I suppose we better gag that beautiful mouth of yours to stop people from hearing.” His fingers hooked in the delicate cotton of your panties before ripping them off your legs, smirking at the red marks the fabric left on your legs. 

“Erwin-” 

“It’s daddy or commander to you sweetheart.” He growled in your ear before shoving the panties in your mouth. Arousal and shock was all you could feel as the taste of your own wetness hit your tongue, you blushed, slightly embarrassed at the gesture yet the degradation of it only fuelled you as you felt your own heat drip down your inner thigh.

Erwin seemed to notice it as well, his hands cupping your ass as he bent down, bringing his face close to your sopping pussy. “Well it’d be a waste if I didn’t taste my meal before completely ruining it.” His breath fanned over your pussy, yet his lips never quite reached it, instead he placed small kisses along your inner thigh, getting tantalisingly close but never quite there. 

You twitched slightly, frustrated at his teasing yet the way he suddenly sunk his teeth into your skin had you glad he shoved your panties in your mouth. Erwin smirked as he heard your muffled moan, his lips coming in to suck hickeys across your thighs. “I would usually agree that a pretty pussy like yours needs to be savored, but when you realise how much of a cum slut you really are, I guess its best not to play with my food when you barely deserve it in the first place.” Erwin smirked as he backed away from your weeping pussy, his hands leaving your ass and thighs to sit on his pants, which he was quick to undo.

“I do have a meeting in about 15 minutes, so I suppose I better be quick with you, kitten.” You felt his hardened cock rub between your thighs as he lent over and you moaned into the cotton stuffed inside your mouth, “You know I’ll just have to finish you off later tonight, really give you a drawn out punishment for what you’ve done.” 

Erwin didn’t give you warning or time to adjust as he sunk himself balls deep into you. He growled, the sound primal and from the back of his throat as he pulled back and slammed himself into you again. You felt full, stretched and pushed to the brink as his cock filled you up. Erwin was bigger than anything you’d taken before - the first time he fucked you made you feel like a virgin again, yet you could take it. You were made for it the way he filled you up so perfectly, his cock rubbing the spot that had you biting hard down on your panties. 

“Fuck kitten, you seem to just get tighter and tighter,” He groaned slightly, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he plowed into you, his hips slamming into yours roughly and quickly. 

Erwin didn’t hold back, his hands pulling you back onto his cock while his hips smashed into yours relentlessly. You felt your clit throb and you knew with how worked up he had you he didn’t even need to touch it to have you finish on his cock.

“Fuck kitten-” He moaned slightly, his thrusts speeding up as you felt him harden inside of you, one hand letting go of your hip to slap the front of your pussy. 

The action made you cry out, the sound muffled by the panties in your mouth but still loud enough for Erwin to hear, for him to be encouraged to do it again because he knew just how much pain mixed with pleasure for you. 

You felt the belt dig into your back as your arms pushed against your back for some sort of stability, Erwin grabbed your pussy with one hand your wrists with the other as he pushed you into the desk harder and pounded you further towards your release. 

Your back arched involuntarily and you felt that bubble build up inside of you and Erwin getting close to popping it and sending you into the blissful abyss of your orgasm. The wood of the desk dug into your hips but the pain only made everything feel better, his fingers digging into your sensitive heat, the leather of the belt chaffing against your wrists, it all pushed you closer to that inevitable feeling of release. 

And you could tell Erwin was close as well, his breathing was getting heavier, but his thrusts never got sloppier, he only went harder and more precise, he was focused on pushing you to your breaking point. 

Which he did, you barely realised it before he landed a particularly hard thrust that had you tumbling towards your release. Your body was flooded with the pleasure pounding from your heat and Erwin groaned as he felt you clench around him from your orgasm, yet he didn’t let up his thrusts. He continued to pound you through it, his fingers digging tighter into your pussy as he held you firmer for him to fuck. 

Until he had his own release spill into you, his thrusts stopping as he buried himself deep into your weeping pussy, a moan of your name falling off his lips as he spilt himself into you. 

He stayed there like that for a second, his cock buried deep inside of you and letting himself recover from his own orgasm, letting a ring of white cum form at the base of cock as he filled you up with his own pleasure. 

Erwin pulled out eventually, groaning slightly as he saw the white, hot seed that threatened to drip out of your wrecked pussy. He sighed gently, untying your wrists of his belt and pulling your panties out of your mouth. 

“Fuck Erwin…” You moaned gently, pulling yourself up and letting your legs shake gently from the pleasure he had just given you. 

His eyes flicked to you momentarily, his fingers tucking the ripped cotton of your panties into the drawer of his desk, “Remember kitten, no one can fuck you as good as that.”

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[asteriismos]

five oh five - jacob thrombey

warning(s) : eighteen! jacob thrombey, ddlg, choking because it wouldn’t be an eleanor fic without it, an overuse of the word daddy pls, this is honestly just filth

authors note : anyone else think of jacob thrombey while listening to 505 by the arctic monkeys? no just me ok

words : 3k

request(s) :

imagine telling jacob ur into ddlg and he’s like “what’s that” and the reader is like “i’m baby and also ur daddy 😤😳” and he’s like ok let’s go try it out 🥴

ALSO OMG A FUCKING JACOB T FIC WHERE HE EXPERIMENTS WITH DDLG I-

it started off as an inside joke. 

when you told your friends that you were talking to jacob thrombey, they were not short of making fun of you. everyone has heard stories about jacob and all the crazy shit that he did with past girlfriends and hookups. he was infamous for being the womanizer of your private school. and what started as simple snapchats back and forth turned into exchanging numbers. you had made the mistake of leaving your phone unattended and your friend grace saw his incoming texts. 

“you are not talking to jacob thrombey!” grace exclaimed, grabbing your phone from the table and passing it along to the other girls in your group. they all looked at the text and saw the contact name as jacob, and there was only one jacob in your grade. 

you blushed, reaching to take your phone back. “so what if I am?” you said, raising an eyebrow. a blush rose to your cheeks. 

“look at that, she’s blushing. gross. she’s in love,” your other friend kelly said with a roll of her eyes. you stuck your tongue out at her and put your middle finger up. “I am not,” you said to her.

but you totally were. soon enough you were going on a date with him, and then that date turned into two and then three. you liked jacob a lot, despite his stupid twitter rants that he went on sometimes and how he always liked to piss off his parents whenever you were there for dinner. 

your friends, upon hearing the news of your new boyfriend, teased you endlessly for it. it made you laugh, but also made you want to punch them in the face sometimes when they talked about how many kinks he probably had. it was the worst when he would be sitting next to you at the lunch table and your friends would burst out laughing thinking about their conversations that you had during sleepovers. 

“he probably likes bdsm or something like that,” kelly said, taking a sip of her mug filled with tequila. your parents could care less if you and your friends were drinking at the house since they weren’t even home, but mugs were always some kind of tradition with your group. “probably makes you call him sir.”

you hit her on the shoulder, cheeks burning up in a blush. “shut up! seriously this is embarrassing.” you took a sip of the contents in your own mug and wrapped the blanket over your shoulders closer against him. 

“no, no, no. guys, you’re totally missing the obvious one : a daddy kink! thrombey definitely has that. did we guess correctly, y/n?”

you rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t know.”

that was two days ago, since then it became some kind of inside joke between your friends. the more you thought about it, though, the more you thought about how hot it would be to call jacob daddy. there was a certain appeal to it that you desperately craved, and you were going to see if he thought the same thing. 

you haven’t had sex with him yet either. not because you were a virgin because you definitely were not, neither was him from the massive amount of rumors that surrounded him. it just hasn’t happened yet. 

you were determined to change that. 

you were walking up to jacob’s room now, since his parents weren't home a maid let you in through the front door. your footsteps echoed along the mahogany wood floors all the way to his bedroom, which was at the very end of the hallway in his house past his fathers office that laid empty. the door was closed as per usual, and you knocked three times, opening the door when you heard a small come in. 

the second jacob turned away from his homework and saw you, his face lit up, he closed his textbook and turned his chair to face you. “hey, didn’t know you were coming so soon. thought you were coming in an hour or so?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow up. smirking, he said, “not that I mind.” 

you shrugged. “I don’t know, I got bored at home and didn’t want to wait longer to see you.” 

jacob stood up, walking towards you and putting his hands on your sides. he pulled you close, your eyes flickering up to look into his own green ones. “missed me that much?” he asked in a teasing tone, leaning down and kissing you. your hands went to cup his face and kissed back, humming in content. it was hard to ignore your heart rapidly beating in your chest, you really did like him. 

you pulled away and smiled. “I guess you can say that.” jacob laughed and went to go sit at the edge of his bed, pulling out his phone and looking at the time. “well, I guess we can stay here for a while before we go out to eat then? if you want. I'll see what’s open today,” he said, scrolling through his phone. he wasn’t looking at you and you smiled to yourself. 

he was oblivious. 

you set down your bag, standing there with your arms crossed while working up the confidence to do what you were going to do. in one quick moment, you tugged your shirt up over your head, dropping it to the ground silently. he still wasn’t paying attention. you smirked and pushed down your pants, stepping out of them and that grabbed his attention. jacob sat there staring at you, eyes wide while looking over your body. you wore a black lace bra with matching panties, standing there and batting your eyelashes. 

you sauntered over to him, throwing your legs to either side of his waist and placing yourself right in his lap, face nearing his. “what are you doing?” he asked, hands going to the small of your back. his fingertips led to goosebumps on your skin, breath hitching in your throat when his lips attached onto the column of your neck. 

“hmm, nothing, just wanted to try something out,” you hummed, rolling your hips against him. he was already beginning to strain through his pants, and that led you on to go further. jacob’s face pulled away and his eyes locked on yours, asking a silent what is it? your hands reached for his face, cupping his jaw and kissing along it, teeth grazing along his soft skin. 

“I was wondering if I could call you daddy,” you muttered lowly, his eyes catching yours yet again. instead of their usual light cheery look, they were dark, filled with lust. he liked that. he liked that a lot. jacob didn’t have to say anything, since his hands on your back held you against him as he shifted your bodies. jacob was now on top of you, hips grinding against your own. your moan caught in your throat. he looked at you, ordering, “say it again.”

“daddy, please fuck me.”

he didn’t need to be asked twice.

his lips were connected to yours and his hands trailed to your hands, grabbing both of them by the wrists and pinning them up above your head. your hands strained against his own, quickly losing the battle of dominance with him and succumbing to his touch. harsh kisses were pressed along your lips to your jaw, paying special attention to that sweet spot where your jaw and neck connected. his teeth grazed along your skin, taking it into his mouth and sucking. your eyes fluttered shut, a sigh passing your lips. 

although the thought of him being completely dominant and you unable to control anything, you thought that it would be even better if you teased him. you didn’t call the shots all the time in the relationship, but you were always a little bratty when it came to following his orders. testing the waters, you pressed your hips upwards towards his, gasping at the pressure that was alleviated for just a moment. as quickly as you had been there, he let his free hand trail down and press your hips into the mattress. his other one stayed with your pinned wrists. 

“don’t be a brat, y/n,” jacob said in a condescending tone. “brats don’t get anything, and you want something, don’t you?”

you only nodded, not trusting your voice. your eyes stayed closed, feeling his kisses trail down to the valley of your breasts. your back arched up as you tried to get some kind of gratification, you needed it. you needed him so badly you thought that you just might die. jacob’s hand on your waist squeezed tightly, bringing your attention back to the present and out of the fantasies in your mind. “use your words, princess, if I wanted you to be silent I would’ve put something in your mouth.” you shivered. 

your voice wavered as you said, “I want you, daddy. please.”

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” his hand around your wrists squeezed them, pushing them further into the bed. you stayed as still as you could for him, only moving your head to see what he was doing. you looked down and saw (and felt) that he was still paying close attention to your tits. 

jacob captured a nipple in between his teeth and he bit down just a little bit to pinch it, sending shockwaves right down south. he had you in the palm of his hand, wrapped around his fingers and he knew it. he wondered how he hadn’t succumbed to this lustful attraction before, since you guys have been dating for a while. the buildup was long, but so rewarding in this moment. 

he looked at you like you put stars in the sky. he was so immensely attracted to you, not just physically, emotionally, and that made the connection that much more powerful. it was like there was an invisible string that held you two together, not able to get that far without the constant pull. 

and while he was kissing along your tits, going from one to the other, hearing those soft gasps and moans coming from his lips - well he knew that he was going to lose it soon. this teasing game, no matter how much he loved it, didn’t account for the fact that he was almost instantly hard the second that he looked up from his phone minutes ago to see you in just skimpy lingerie

his fingers danced along your soft skin, going down, down, down until he was at your lower stomach. a finger hooked along the edge of your panties and pulled up, letting it snap back onto your skin. you jumped at the tiny impact, the pain of it turning into pleasure the second you realized how close he was to you. that same hand trailed down until he was rubbing along the wet spot, pressing down along your clit and mumbling something along the lines of so wet for daddy, but you were too busy getting lost in the sudden pleasure to really register what he had said.

“please,” you begged, your eyes staying on his face. you had a desperate need to alleviate the pressure in between your thighs. you wished that you could press them together tightly, but his hips were situated in between them, rendering that idea merely useless. you knew that he wouldn’t have stood for that anyway. 

without a second thought, your panties were being pushed to the side and he was plunging two fingers in. his index and ring, which were so much longer and thicker than yours that you weren’t expecting it. luckily you were wet enough for the discomfort to last for only a moment, pain once again being replaced for pleasure at the hands of jacob thrombey.

his fingers were curling in just the way to make your toes curl while they pumped into you. you were left writhing, feeling the grip on your wrists tighten with the more you moved. you knew that there would probably be bruises left for you to see tomorrow and shamelessly find a way to cover them, but you loved it. 

you would let jacob mark you up however he wanted to if it meant that you could feel this good. 

you were sure that by the loud moans that you were making, the people working inside of his house would be able to hear what was happening. they were smart to just turn a blind eye, since jacob would surely be royally pissed off if one of them interrupted you. 

all that slipped past your lips were his name, voice so high pitched as you ran towards that high. your legs started to tremble and close around his hips, but he just kept them open before him. jacob’s thumb pressed against your clit and that almost had you cumming, almost there. “jake, im gonna-”

everything stopped. 

jacob pulled his fingers out of you, in fact, he pulled his whole hand away from your heat, bringing it back up to caress your cheek. you could feel yourself coating his hand against your skin. you looked at him with such desperation, your throbbing, neglected pussy felt hot and deceived. the bastard. 

he kept a smirk on his face while you looked at him, feigning anger that he knew wasn’t really the case. “you don’t get to cum until I say so,” he said to you in a condescending tone, pressing your cheek. “which is soon, I promise, you’ve been a good girl for me.”

surprisingly, he let go of your wrists, using both of his hands to turn you around so that you were laying on your stomach. “push yourself up for daddy, will you?” he asked, hearing him pull off his shirt and undoing your belt. your legs were still a little wobbly while you pushed yourself up onto your knees, ass in the air just waiting for him. 

you wiggled your hips and heard him chuckle from behind you, feeling the bed shift with his weight and soon enough his hands were on your waist again. he gave you a kiss to the middle of your spine, making you tingle all over. even though he was being the dominant one, there was still emotion behind all of his touches. it made your heart warm. 

the first thrust into you almost made you slump down into the mattress, and you would have, but one of his arms slinked around your waist to keep you up on your knees. your face was pressed against the sheets, mouth wide open in a silent moan that had gotten caught in your throat. you were sensitive from his fingers, and knew that you wouldn’t be lasting too much longer, especially because he left you high and dry minutes ago. it wouldn’t be hard climbing to that peak again. 

“keep yourself up,” jacob ordered. you nodded slowly, whining as he snapped his hips against your ass, hitting a deeper spot in you. his arm left your waist, the hand connected to it came and wrapped around your throat lightly. the feeling of his fingers spreading along your delicate skin, squeezing just a little bit made you groan. the vibrations from your groan went through his fingers and he kept the pressure, hips rutting into you relentlessly. 

you were having a hard time keeping yourself up, muscles starting to strain every time his hips pushed close. but you did it, because you couldn’t really even think about it. he was hitting that spot so deep inside you, it had you moaning every time his tip pressed up against it. 

“daddy, im going to cum,” you moaned in a desperate tone. your cheeks reddened. 

jacob’s hand squeezed harder on your throat, leaning over and kissing along the back of your ear. “not yet, don’t fucking do it yet,” he said in a dark tone, sucking a hickey right behind your ear. you felt tears well up at the overstimulation, trying your best to do what he was telling you to do. you felt like you were dancing on some cloud and you were going to fall any second now. the adrenaline pumping through you, like fire coursing though your veins. 

“cum.”

and you did, your legs finally giving out and shaking, body slumping into the mattress. his hand stayed at your throat and you couldn’t just focus on one thing, your mind was going haywire. you were in a bliss, a constant euphoria that you knew you never wanted to get out of. you clenched around him with not one second after he told you that you could cum wasted. 

with a scream of his name, you rode out your high, him still thrusting in and out until he pulled all the way out. he pumped himself with his hand and soon enough he was cumming onto your back. you could feel the hot liquid on your back, dripping down, he watched it and relished in the feeling of you looking like this. 

he left the bed for just a second, just to get a towel and cleaned you up, kissing your spine again and helping you roll over. you pushed your panties back into place and he left again, still in your eyesight where he opened up one of his drawers and gave you an old t shirt of his. you accepted it gratefully, pulling it on and humming because it smelled like him. 

“I really like you,” you said to him, shifting on the bed so you were under the covers. jacob was just in his boxers now, coming to join right next to you. he felt warm and you cuddled into his chest, his arm wrapping and keeping you close. “more than just physically.”

jacob kissed the top of your head. “I like you too, y/n. but you have to call me daddy more often.” 

you hit him playfully. “don’t get your hopes up, thrombey.” 

[bangtanlalaland]

honsool | myg (m.)

synopsis ↳the ongoing war between two countries has finally been settled once and for all after two decades. Emperor Min Yoongi now rules and he’s able to rest after five years of holding the throne, that is, when he orders to have a private session with the districts best — yet the dynamic of the encounter changes.

— historical!au

→pairing: emperor!min yoongi x gisaeng!female reader

→genre: smut, crack, pwp

→word count: 2.3k+

→contents ⨯ warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, drunk yoongi (duh lol), unprotected sex (pls wrap it up), exhibitionism (a little), overstimulation, impreg kink, teasing, oral sex (f receiving), some spitting, some ass slapping, creampie, hair-pulling, yoongi is a total dom but he’s also soft (don’t @ me), daddy kink (more like the use of “sir”)

song rec: “honsool” by agust d

a/n: just PURE fucking, filthy SMUT with 0% plot & NOT edited because i’m a SLUT for AGUST D/SUGA/YOONGI MIN! FuCK, like if you haven’t listened to D-2 yet, you’re clearly lacking some good DICK in ur life so make sure you go stream it because FUCK have I NOT been able to function since it’s release & the whole album has been on repeat & GODDAMMIT I am now officially YOONGI’s MAIN BITcH!!!

☞ disclaimer: Please drink responsibly. If any of the warnings listed above offends you in any way, please do not read. I am not 100% knowledgable of the history of Korea, therefore if any characters, settings, and/or facts/statements are incorrect, please disregard. However, this body of text is for entertainment purposes only. All characters, settings, scenarios, and dialogue are fictitious. Any similarity to events or persons, whether living or dead, is coincidental.

You’d been arranged a sudden journey to the dong of Myeongryebang, having received a letter from a nearby official that the emperor of Korea has requested your services. You carried nothing more than your cloth, tight-fitted hanbok. The emperor you’d heard of went by the name: Min Yoongi. Many townspeople spilt gibberish about his supposedly “ravishing” looks, yet you had never encountered him — not even once. If you could have pulled extra information from within “the book of gossips amongst the people of Jung-gu” you’d also discover that citizens raved mostly about his feline tendencies. Which was odd enough, you wouldn’t have known until you actually met him.

It was a brief moment when you’d taken in his appearance for the first time, and sure enough everyone was right. He looked exactly like a cat that it was nearly frightening. But fascinating at the same time. His rich, coffee-colored irises captured your attention. Evidently, you never knew any man with such intriguing, hooded lids that peer into your soul as if you’d just set up a “For Sale” sign. But it wasn’t just the eyes, it was him entirely. Lengthy, blonde strands draped down his figure, paired with those golden charms that dangled and adorned his ears. The geumbak-printed pattern of his black, silky hanbok shimmered on sight, startling whomever within his vicinity.

Yet again, it wasn’t just that.

The final attribute that grasped your attention, maybe even just did it for you like a finishing touch. The massive scar over his left eye, almost as if a sword had taken a clean slice. You’d only assumed it was evidence from a battle in which he’d won. But it was oh, so beautiful. The blemish spoke a thousand words — showing you that he’s powerful, willing, loyal, and courageous.

The moment Emperor Min laced his fingers around your waist and gazed deeply into your eyes, after you’d cited a few old Korean proverbs and sang a song, your entire being electrified with an overwhelming sense of lust. It was almost as if he’d lured you into a trance. And before you knew it, his cupid bow-shaped lips smashed with yours. The slightly dry texture rubbing against your top lip, and tugging your bottom lip back into place. His brawny, large hands grasped you tighter, pulling you flush to his body.

He smelt of flowers you’d happen upon somewhere in the fields, and his lips tasted of the deep, red bokbunja-ju he doused during your performance. He was intoxicated; the blackberries working as an aphrodisiac, clouding his judgment that he could no longer control himself, needing some type of relief especially during these hard times — a dry spell long overdue. He tugs your lip and sucks harshly, his kisses filled with nothing but lust and hunger. His erection throbs reluctantly at the sound of your soft whimpers.

“Shhh, princess. Can’t let anyone hear us, now can we?” He pulls away to whisper in your ear, sending chills down your spine. You nod your head in a “no” gesture, fully aware that your duties are to not involve sexual or romantic matters within your line of work — all the more reason the situation is exhilarating. His thumb and index finger lift your chin up and he cocks his eyebrow at you.

“Answer me, princess.” He demands, a slight sparkle in his eye from the ambient light of the oil lamps in the palace.

“Yes, Sir.” You slip, with a whine followed afterward. A coy smirk appears on his face, and he slips his hand behind your head to pull you towards his lips again, and this time he presses further. His tongue glides across your bottom lip, and you give in easily consumed by him and nothing but him. Before you could process everything, the night had just begun with pieces of your hanbok strewn across the flooring of the bedroom, left only in your undergarment. He has you underneath him, caged in his embrace as he hovers over you, planting love bites along your chest and being cautious to delicately nip at your neck and jawline, to not mark you enough that people would notice his markings on your body. The harmony of muffled moans and wet kisses fills your eardrums.

Your fingers find placement in Yoongi’s mane, the silky strands landing gracefully along and around your skin. Having removed your jeogori, your breasts on full display, Yoongi eases down your body to place kisses along your sternum and tummy.  He trails his lips back up again and presses them against your nipples, easing his tongue out to work in a clockwise motion around your areola. His lips encase around your stiff bud, sucking ever so greatly, resulting in a rapid heat building down below. You quietly slip a whine, grinding yourself up against him.

“Look at you.. Warm and ready for me.” Yoongi coos while massaging your tits and flicking his tongue along your nips.

“Should I fill you up with my children? Make you so full of me that when anyone asks of your Emperor, all you’ll think of is how full you are of his cum, hm?” His fingers dig into your sides while he continues to suck your breasts as if they oozed milk. You delay in answering him, and he slaps your thigh, a sudden gasp escaping your lips.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, princess.”

You nod quickly, “Y-yes, Sir!” Desperate for his touch and cock.

“I don’t think you deserve my children, do you?” He abruptly stops his sucking session, and you squirm in response, needing to feel his mouth on you due to the rising heat within your core.

“Yes! I do, Sir. Please. Want you to fill me up so much.”

Your desperate cries and his desire to roam your body leaves Yoongi with no choice but to un-tie your dari sokgot. His fingers find placement on the thick material, the veins in his hands popping as he does so. Your wet pussy revealed to his eyes. He hums in response, flinging the fabric out of reach. Your impatience grows, as Yoongi places kisses along your abdomen, moving along your inner thighs. He notes your hips bucking in response to his ministrations.

“Patience, my princess.” Your eyebrows furrow due to the arousal peaking within the pit of your tummy. You need him badly, it’s now or never. Your kitty clenches, and it’s as if he senses this, his cold fingers slither up and down your folds.

“Mmm, Yoongi.” You moan, bucking your hips upwards yet again. He plants a gentle kiss on the mound of your cunt, slowly easing down to your outer lips, teasing you just an inch more. He uses his index and middle fingers to spread your lips apart, displaying your throbbing, drenched, cunt that aches for his attention. He gazes upon you and notes your fucked out expression — a small smirk appearing on his face.

“Is this all for me, hm?” His warm breath blanketing your core as his fingers  coat themselves with your wetness, dragging them along your folds and salivating at the sight. You nod as a reply, your nerves anticipating for his next move. His thumb pulls your clitoral hood back and he teases yet again with a soft kiss straight onto the bud.

Your legs fight back, wiggling and writhing underneath him, but he applies pressure onto you, holding you still to the bed. Your core glistens in the small space of the atmosphere, and with that his tongue lays flat and glides up your lips in one lick.

“Ungh, Yoongi!”

It’s the eyes. They will be the death of you, literally. Yoongi glares into your hooded lids as his tongue travels up, down, and all around your core. He continues to eat you out as if it’s his last meal, like the 너비아니 (neobiani) he’d consumed for dinner that same night. Savory, juicy, and full of flavor. He laps and sucks at your clit, making the most obscene noises with his tongue and lips that drive you wild. Your hips grind in rhythm towards his gestures. A shot of vibration flows from below. You realize Yoongi is moaning into you and it’s nearly enough for your orgasm to impend. He pulls away to drop a line of saliva onto your already soaked pussy, he eases his index finger inside of you, your walls calling his name as they continue to contract, drawing his finger in deeper.

“Mmm that’s right, princess. So tight and warm all for me.” His digits slide in and out continuously while rubbing your clit with his thumb. He eases in a second finger, stretching you slightly to prepare you for his member soon. His tongue finds your clit again, flicking and sucking harshly. Your toes naturally begin to curl, your fingers find their path into Yoongi’s strands, pulling tightly.

“I-I’m going to-” Your breath hitches and Yoongi witnesses your reaction, admiring the vision in front of him.

“Cum.” He more-so demands, rather than finishing your sentence for you. His fingers still inside of your cunt, rubbing against that one spot in your walls, with his lips wrapped around your clit.

But again.

It was the sight of those feline eyes, focusing on you, that was enough for your orgasm to crash upon you. Your thighs trembled and shaked violently, while calling out his name, and Yoongi wasn’t sure if it was the wine he’d become drunk off of, but there was a sentiment of nostalgia there. Hearing you murmur his name repeatedly, like it was a daily prayer or mantra. Your walls contracted around his fingers, and he couldn’t place another feeling in the universe that he’d rather feel everyday for the rest of his life and never grow weary of. Observing the blissful expression on your face from his simple gesture of pleasing you, sparked something in him.

Yet, the night advanced with his naked form underneath you. His breathtaking, blonde mane strewn along the bed of which you both laid upon. You distractedly began playing with the strands, admiring how lengthy each fibre was. His cock erect and mushroom tip a deep-rosy shade of color, oozed of precum. He stroked his member as he watched you pet his hair softly, which felt like pure silk.

“Princess?” He slips while loosening his grip from stroking himself. Your eyes meet his, and he’s already smiling softly at you.

“Yes, Emperor Min?” Yoongi snarks at your sudden formality. A smirk re-appearing on his face.

“That’s not what you were just calling me a few minutes ago.” You roll your eyes in return, which results in a harsh smack on your left ass cheek.

“Going to be nice to me, now?”

Your eyebrows furrow in response to the small shock of pain, slightly turned on at the same time. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Hm, good girl.” Yoongi wraps his fingers around his cock, and you take note of how gorgeous it is. He’s not too big and not too small, just right. He rubs his member along your folds, coating his tip and mixing your juices with his precum. You slowly sink yourself down onto him. His hands grip your hips to help ease you down further, and there’s a slight burn from the thickness of him that feels beyond words. He stretches you more than you have been before, and you can’t help but moan his name for the thousandth time. He bucks upwards, giving you the last few inches of himself and he’s buried to the hilt.

“Oh, Princess!” He moans, and it even shocks you. Some part of you feel that it’s the alcohol talking. “Wow, you’re so wet. You feel so good, I don’t want- Fuck. Please don’t leave me. Stay. Stay here with me. I’ll arrange for us a-” he cuts himself off, eyes shutting at the tightness of your pussy wrapped around his shaft.

“Wedding. We’ll get married and have- we’ll have” You move yourself up and come back down, and again. And again. Your hips grind back and forth, sucking his cock inside of you and gliding along your walls. Your head falls back, completely wrapped up in the pleasure of his rock-hard member massaging your walls to the fullest amount of pleasure. He felt amazing, and he still does.

“Children. Many children.” Yoongi bucks back up into you again, gaining some control. And he doesn’t let up, no. For the remainder of the night, he fucked you into oblivion — orgasm after orgasm followed. You’d ended the night, wrapped up in his arms, trembling from overstimulation. But, it wasn’t the first time. It continued this way, every night when he’d drink himself into a pool of lust, and he loved fucking you. You even recalled one night when he couldn’t hold himself any longer yet again and proceeded to screw you from behind at the gates near the entrance of the palace. He slipped your sokgot completely off and bent you over, ramming into you relentlessly, his hand covered your mouth to muffle your moans and groans.

A rush of excitement coursed through you, knowing that the guards could catch the two of you consumed in your lewd actions. The sound of Yoongi’s balls slapping against your ass, echoes within your thoughts as you recall the memory. You remember the stinging sensation from the breeze freezing your ass cheeks mixed with the pleasure of Yoongi’s balls deep inside you.

“Don’t ever want to stop fucking you, my princess.” His hand grips your hair, pulling it back in a rough manner. Your back flushed against his chest as he whispers in your ear, “Have my children.”

With his last few thrusts, your body jerking forward, Yoongi pants as his orgasm crashes upon him. His groin tightens and stiffens itself, streams of his cum spurts deep into your core, coating your insides with nothing but him. He rests his forehead onto your shoulder, his warm breath smothering your cheek, contrasting with the cool, fall weather of the night.

“I love you, dear ____.”

A small sigh of relief escapes your lips. And at this moment, you couldn’t ask for anything else to make you happier, the warmth of Yoongi’s cum seeping from your sore kitty and the sound of his raspy voice causes your heart to flutter, and now you feel like you’re flyin’.

[jiminrings]

could you maybe do something where it’s yoongi in rich boy!jimin’s au and he meets his y/n or a peak into how their relationship would work ? i love you 🥺💚

contact: you

pairing: yoongi x y/n

glimpse: the water’s cold but yoongi makes it warmer; or that piece in which model!yoongi meets his y/n!!

wordcount: 4k

notes: i love you too!!! :D

also, this yoongi comes from insufferable, that rich boy!jimin au!! in this fic we’re all just gonna pretend that yoongi’s PA goes by another name and not y/n :)) yoongi’s y/n is not jimin’s y/n!! pls don’t be confused that’s all hehe // gif isn’t mine!!

there’s a fine line in between compliments and insults

hENCE backhanded compliments

but in a way it’s still a compliment, right???

would it still be a backhanded compliment if you give it to yourself though,,,,, that’s the question

tHREE YEARS IN FILM SCHOOL

you just can’t seem to know whether graduating a year early than intended from film school is a cOMPLIMENT OR AN INSULT

is it an achievement or is it a curse??

ok initially, you were proud from graduating a year early because that meant one less year dedicating yoursef to studies, right???

big wrong :D

that meant you choosing the most cramped schedule with more units than you think is humanely possible

you just cAN’T help wanting to go on with life faster and easier!!! you went with this track anyway so you could become closer to the diRECTOR you’ve always wanted to be

it’s a pretty simple analogy

and u don’t get why people who took the same course as you did, didn’t think as the same way as you do

because like for example

there’s two options to go to your destination

hmmm let’s say it’s to go to the park!!! a rEALLY famous and beautiful park and if you aren’t early enough, then there’d be no place for you to lay a blanket out and properly enjoy it

the first route is a nicely-paved, nicely-leveled and cemented road, but it’s gonna take about twenty minutes because there’s traffic

oR

the second route is a much shorter trip that would take only ten minutes, but the road may be a lil rocky and not all postlamps are lit and there mAY be a crossing chicken or not

of course you’d go for the second route :D

and now you know why much more people wanted to go with the first route aHA

no disrespect to your alma mater or something but that shit sUCKED

sURE they had decent dorms and it was your decision to take the more hectic schedule that meant much less time for you to do basically anything that’s outside of your film degree

it was having instant noodles atleast four out of the seven days in a week and sometimes even skipping that processed goodie because it always felt like you’d have to be hustling

hustling is a very icky word in ur humble opinion but you like saying that now ironically in your quarter-life crisis

it was the “why would i wait to cook this for ten minutes wHEN i could be doing something else more productive iNSTEAD of eating aka delecting food that helps give what i need to atleast enact my motor functions???” thinking

which is unhealthy ok

beyond unhealthy lmao that’s what you’re sure of

and then you graduated film school!!!

the opportunities you were promised of when you were still studying?? aha zero :D

the idea that once you graduate film school and you iMMEDIATELY have the job of whatever you majored such as directing or screenwriting and etc.,,,,, that is a whole load of bull-

:D

it’s a hierarchy

you’ve graduated with LATIN HONORS and u persevered for three years with your major in directing and u wore a really nice dress for your ceremony :))))

and now you’re fetching coffee and making twenty calls in a half hour and running around to set things up :)))))

an intern :)))))

the only ones who immediately become what they’ve studied for has sOME sort of tie and pull to the industry

you may have made a thesis film that’s ranked the highest in the history of all thesis films in your university :)) and you may have had submitted it to film competitions and got approved and got some plaques :)))

but no that doesn’t mean a sINGLE bit once you’re out in the real world

you’re just taking whatever you get

i mean you dID want to work your way up in the film industry

like as in the movie industry??? the one you went to film school for?????

but what you are doing now :)) is working as an intern for this huge company that handles tv commercials and adverts and shoots :))

aHA not exactly the film industry but atleast it’s still within the media industry, right??

right???

pls say right

anyways

the agenda for today is this watch shoot!!

there’s a tv commercial to be produced out of it and there would also be multiple shoots for the models who’d be here

you dressed up extra good today :D

it wouldn’t matter but atleast it’s the thought that counts somehow

your company’s official lanyard kinda sucks and you can’t change the lace for it nO matter what but it’s no pressure!! your outfit’s gonna make up for it

there’s not exactly a dress code for interns,, it just goes for the terms as long as:

a) it’s still work-appropriate

b) this is a simultaneously unspoken yet obvious rule bUt you just need some boundaries,,,, you can’t stroll up into the set looking like the executive producer or the director who looks a lil bit fancy

c) you shouldn’t attract attention so much because you’re an intern :)) even if that iS the sole purpose of the intern because otherwise how would you land a more secure and higher-ranking job???? are they thinking or-

it’s a black shirt!!!

groundbreaking

but it’s a nice black shirt with embroidery in the front!!!

it’s just n i c e embroidered in the front and uH right on the middle of your chest area that’s clothed obviously but that’s cool

simple, casual, effortless, tINY bit fun

you also aren’t an intern with black pants

but no this is a nICER pair of pants

they’re like slacks!! like fitted slacks but not too fitted and not too formal

you wanted to wear it in tan but that’s not exactly optimized for your job because you are literally always in the go

it’s always just ease of movement in your clothes

and if you could dash in them in getting coffee or whatever the fuck the production team wants or look for duct tape and print lacking scripts like a madman, then you’re good to go :D

you caved in buying those nurse shoes that are raved about because you’re on your feet almost 24/7 and slip-on vans would not always save ur life

ur always wearing ankle support socks too because you’d rather look like an athlete misplaced in a commercial shoot rather than crying at home with how sore your body and most eSPECIALLY your legs are

that can’t stop you either

so now,,, you’re wearing cute socks on top of the support

it’s barely noticeable but it’s the effort you put in ok

and to be extra presentable, you traded your digital watch for the day with your watch that looks a little bit more classy with the silver!!!

it’s an analog watch with a really nice and shiny silver watch strap and although normally ur mind takes tWO seconds to buffer and read it as opposed to instantly knowing the exact time with a digital one, it’s worth it :D

it better be

you can get atleast one glance from park jimin and your life would be forever fulfilled

you signed a non-disclosure agreement once it was presented because after all

wHO WOULDN’T GUSH WHEN THEY KNEW THE LINE-UP FOR THIS SHOOT????

park jimin!!!

kim taehyung!!!

jung hoseok!!!

that’s the only three you knew so far

because they said that you’d know the other ones who are participating for the shoot once it actually happens

and that could mean two things

either you don’t know them at all oR they’d be really really famous and this ensures that you wouldn’t breach the nda you signed

hmmmm jimin’s kinda cute you’re not gonna lie :))

you can’t laze around in the job though because your walkie-talkie’s already bearing your name again and you’re being summoned now

this may be a blessing in disguise tho

you’re one of the interns who get called and noticed frequently and although that means mORE WORK, that also means you’re more trusted and more likely to secure the job you’re aspiring for!!!

“Y/N. There’s some extra copies of the shoot schedule by one of the makeup tables. Bring it over to me in the brief room.”

“of course!!! :D”

that’s one of your favorite producers specifically calling for you in the radio

he also talks very formally

you’ve always been a little bit close to mr. hyun bin because you were a bit of the teacher’s pet back in uni!!! he served as a professor while also being a producer and HE’S the reason you got accepted immediately as an intern here anyway!!

they’re always in the blue folders and that’s what you’re looking for very eagerly right now

because uHHHH there seems to be about a hundred makeup tables right now and mr. hyun didn’t exactly specify where

ok now where could that be

okay no it’s not on the table

lmao you find them sitting by a chair in front of the makeup table and you need to get it before someone sITS and dents the folder because mr. hyun gets a bit cranky when the folder isn’t smooth

“But the folder’s job is to keep the documents inside it smooth. If the folder’s damaged, then that also means that the contents inside it, is also damaged to a degree.”

no he said that

he literally said that once

if you could read thoughts in the air then mr. hyun probably speaks in proper punctuation AND capitalization

you found the schedule

and you also found this guy dressed in a really nice suit who looks very breathtaking

.... and is frustrated?

NOW HE LOOKS VERY FAMILIAR!!! you just can’t remember the name right now

he must be a talent because no one else is wearing the same suit that he is and his visuals are just beyond gorgeous so that must be it

he’s hunched on his makeup chair alone???

and there’s something on his hand and he keeps dipping his finger to his cupped hand and keeps squinting to the mirror in front of him and

oh

OH

“do you need help, sir?”

yoongi almost jumps out from his chair because oh my god are you-

oh huh.,., you’re not his personal assistant

you see

contact lens would be the absolute BANE of yoongi’s whole existence

he just can’t put it in

he’s said that sO many times to people who find him frustrating over it and whenever they make a “that’s what she said” joke it just makes him want to poke his eyeballs

“no, no. uh it’s okay!! i just can’t aGH shit i just need to learn how to put these cursed contacts in.”

oh he’s cute

like real cute

“name?”

wait wHAT

he’s a bit perplexed because why are you asking for his name

and uh quick question wHY don’t you know his name

not to brag but yoongi,,,, he knows to himself that he’s a world-renowned model!!! he’s done countless shoots!!! he’s appeared in so many things!!!!! why don’t you-

ok he’s being a little bit boastful in his head now

“min yoongi.”

he just states his name and he doesn’t get how would that help with his problem right now

you’ve asked because you’re searching for his name by the schedule and you’re just absent-mindedly muttering his name as you search for it

“min yoongi min yoongi min yOU OH!!! oh!!!! min yoongi!!!!!”

lmao alright that’s it

you remember him immediately and it clicks with you that oh my god this is min yoongi!!!!

that’s the reaction he was initially looking for but it’s okay he’s just gonna be humble about it

“okay well first of all, it says here that you’re about to be called in nine minutes from now so hOW about i just give you a hand, hmm??”

that is not exactly a request

because even before yoongi could like half-heartedly agree (he wants to do it so badly but he can’t) and thank you, you’re already pulling his palm towards yours

“the solution’s drying out,,, how long have you been trying to get it in?”

he hears you ask him in a teasing voice and he kinda frowns at that because well NOW he’s too embarrassed to answer :((

you’re wordlessly grabbing the solution that’s on his desk before you squirt some on your curved palm and plucking out the lens that used to be on his palm

“you have to clean it first.”

“mhmm....,., yes.,.,.., i know that.”

a little bit

jUST a little bit

“you clean it first in these motions, see?? don’t rub it clockwise or anything like that”

ooh so that’s how it goes

he doesn’t want to be rude but he thinks that you’re not the director of this shoot

and there’s nothing bad about that!!!! he just wouldn’t know how to feel if the director were to see him frustrated over contact lens and they’d be the one to do it for him

“pick it up like a bowl!! make sure that the ends of it turn iNWARDS, okay?? inwards!!! if the ends poke out then it would literally hurt so much and maybe you’d be blind”

oh

YOONGI DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THAT UNTIL NOW

so that’s where he went wrong for like five times,,,,,

“never put it in dry, okay? otherwise it would hurt too.”

that’s it yoongi’s taking this girl’s words down

he doesn’t know wHO you are but he appreciates you

“now tilt your head down a little bit for me :))”

yoongi bows his head and it kinda makes you snort because he was serious with that one

“nO NO just a little bit, mr. min.”

you have your thumb on his chin just to get it to the right position

he will d-word right now oh my god is he a dummy

how could you pOSSIBLY put the contacts on him if his head was hung that low

in any angle though, he looks so nice

he has long eyelashes too and they’re pointing downwards so that may add on to his problem

“now look up”

whew oh god you need to avert your eyes a little bit because you’re just realizing now that this is mIN YOONGI you’re dealing with right now

“or at me!! yeah that would work too :))”

yoongi’s just killing it with his social cues huh :)))))))))

you’re placing delicately the lens by his sclera and yoongi kinda panics and is at the same excited because this is dEFINITELY HAPPENING

“ok calm dOWN and now move your eye until the contact clings and keep moving it still even if you’ve got it already for like eight seconds!!!”

he did it

well technically yOU DID IT

BUT STILL!!!!!

“oh my god that is the qUICKEST thing ever omg now the other eye!! do the other eye!!! :D”

he’s so giddy over you putting on his contact lens and he doesn’t even know you and you just feel so familiar to him!!

yoongi trusts you with his contact lens and that’s enough trust you’d ever need

���aaaaand we’re done!! :D”

“thank you!! what’s your n-“

alright that is mr. hyun asking for a follow-up in the walkie-talkie by asking where’s the schedules and that means you immediately have to dash to the briefing room :))

yoongi didn’t even catch your name :((

you didn’t even get to say goodbye to him :((

you didn’t get to see yoongi for the rest of the shoot because after you’ve delivered the papers, you were then summoned to take care of the catering company that’s gonna do it’s second rounds and to facilitate whatever they needed to do :((((

it’s a bummer though

you dIDN’T even get to see the actual shoot get done because you were too busy verifying the payments if those fish fingers are really priced like that in the receipt you were given :((

you’re probably never gonna see him again

there’s another shoot you’ve been called for again the next week and this time, it was for a luxury brand that’s releasing it’s summer line and the settings for it were a beach AND a swimming pool

they couldn’t have just become satisfied with a beach and had to add on a fancy pool filled with chlorine and then more chlorine for the sets

“Y/N, do you know how to swim?”

mr. hyun asks you so casually as your only task as of now is to stand beside him as he lists things and you check it off in your clipboard

“hmm. i do know how to swim, mr. hyun, but not professionally, y’know?? they don’t exactly teach dives in film school”

he laughs at that and you smile at that because good for you :))

“Good. Because we’re gonna need someone to keep these floaties still, and the lifeguard’s out, and here’s a rashguard.”

what

what in the actual fUCK

you see

although this is for a summer line and a summer shoot

yOU’RE SHOOTING IN JANUARY

and you came into work today not thinking that you’re gonna be in a frEEZING pool wearing a rashguard underneath your shirt to keep these floaties still!!!!

you love your job you love your job you love your job!!!!!

maybe if you say it enough, it’s gonna come true!!!!!

“oH ITS YOU AGAIN!!!”

hold up

that’s

“yoongi????”

“cONTACT GIRL!!!!!”

the both of you are genuinely surprised to see each other ok

at this point, you should automatically assume that yoongi would always be the undisclosed model in your shoots

you’re looking up at him and he’s looking down on you because CLEARLY he is not in the freezing pool as you are

“i’d let you put in my contacts right now, but it doesn’t exactly make a good addition to chlorine :]”

the water’s freezing but yoongi just makes it warmer :))

mr. hyun’s saying the directions to you as to where in the pool you should place yoongi and the floatie’s slippery and you dON’T want to risk getting the clothes wet because it’s not intended.,..,. even if this is a summer shoot

he has a tough crowd (you) and you’re just kinda deadpanning because you now feel you aRE a little bit embarrassed even if this is your job and u shouldn’t be

“i’m kidding!! jus kidding :D”

humor doesn’t exactly click when you’re about waist-deep and aBOUT to be shoulder-deep into freezing cold water

and now since you look a fool, you’re just gonna deal with the slippery floatie and yoongi notices so he’s the one who takes your hand instead as he nudges you to move

:] i was just joking pls don’t hate me :]

you stop the moment mr. hyun says sTOP that’s perfect and before you could awkwardly waddle yourself away from the camera’s view-

“is your face just good and the sunscreen you used is matte, or do you just not have any sunscreen on??”

yoongi asks with much concern as if it’s the most important thing in the world and he doesn’t have a shoot to do

“i don’t have-...”

“no? oh come on, contact girl!! come here for a second!!!”

you look to mr. hyun because Sir is it really and he’s just screaming back with his eyes going gO COME TO MIN YOONGI

you’re confused and before you know it, yoongi’s reaching for you and digging into his pocket and-

“sunscreen stick!! the sun’s always there even if it’s freezing, y’know?”

this time, it’s yoongi tilting your chin up and very delicately swipes the stick on your face and even taps it in

:))

“all done!! let’s start the shoot!!”

he claps up and everybody gets into position and you have to waddle back to your spot awkwardly with your cheeks heating up

you don’t know if it’s yoongi’s power move to swipe his own sunscreen sticks on people but it fEELS LIKE IT IS

he’s very well-aware of what he’s done and he now has every intention to ask you what’s your name after this

although tHAT doesn’t happen again because now mr. hyun’s telling you to come up and get all dried down because after this, he’s gonna need you to ask the front desk if you could access more of their amenities for the sudden changes in the shoot :(((

yoongi almost doesn’t want to leave the set because you’re out again :((( and he still hasn’t had the chance to ask you your name

uGH it’s just so unfair :(((

you feel the same way and you just wanna see him!!! even if he’s only gonna tease you for most of the time and you’re gonna be a blushing mess throughout!!!

you’re cranky ok

you’re more cranky than how mr. hyun gets with dented folders

you’ve had two back-to-back shoots this week and you’ve only had ONE hour of sleep for the whole time

seriously

not to mention that you thought you’d also see yoongi in atleast one of those projects :(( but it was a no-go either

your job is just sO demanding

it starts earlier and ends later than how the printed schedules say and is much more different than the talent’s

speaking of talents, these artists are just pure out LATE and not only are they setting a bad impression on the director!!!!

but they are also the reason for the bane of your existence!!!you call their drivers non-stop to ask for the whereabouts and to adjust the catering’s schedule and the amends that you need to make for people

they make your job harder and your hours longer and your fatigue greater

you actually feel like you’re gonna pASS OUT

mr. hyun’s the one who’s assigning you to these projects and as MUCH as you’re thankful because that means better pay and more exposure and more experience,,, he’s really not seeing the fatigue he’s putting you thru right now

you forgot your ankle support,,,, you have nOT eaten three meals today,,,, you haven’t drank water for hours,,,,, you fEEL like you’re gonna pass out

and someone’s just called you over again to deliver these hair pins to this specific trailer asap and oh god your ankles are just gonna fall off at this point

ok quick knock and you enter and-

“hmm?? oh, it’s okay!! we don’t need it anymore. someone else already brought in new ones :))”

fu-

“cONTACT GIRL!!!!!!”

if you took a moment to read the name that’s by the front of the trailer, you’d know that this is yoongi’s trailer and the makeup artists just went straight to his,, instead of him coming to them because he just can’t be damned to stand and walk over there :D

the makeup artist you were talking to moved out of the way so the both of you could see each other and sO yoongi could also stop stretching his neck out to the max

they’re finishing up anyway

his contact lens case was held by this makeup artist and she was about to put em in and yoongi snatched back the case :))

“here!!! put them on me!!!”

okay that’s a bit awkward for the other girl yikes.,.,. she’s just uh gonna exit the trailer with the other makeup artists now

“hi.”

you only greet back now as you get the case for him and yoongi frowns at that

why aren’t you cheery???? he’s used to you being more enthusiastic than him so wHY is he the one carrying the conversation (that hasn’t been even started) that’s already dwindling out

you’re getting really really sluggish and this sudden heavy wave of sleepiness is really hitting you

you dO look kinda hazy

“are you okay??”

yoongi’s holding you by the sides of your arms and your eyes are blinking so slowly as you try to nod but that just won’t cut it for him

“well i think yOU need to rest”

he’s standing up and is about to put you onto his sofa so you could like perhaps nap a minute or two since he knows fatigue when he sees it

but by the looks of it, he can’t even make you lie down because you’re already sitting down

sitting down

on his lap

oN HIS LAP

this is really.,.,...nice

yoongi’s a bit shocked and there aren’t any sentences forming in his head besides “what’s your name, contact girl???” as if that is the mOST pressing issue right now

“ᶦ’ᵐ ʸ/ⁿ” is what you could only practically mumble because this pillow is really soft and warm and heavenly and u want nothing more at the moment than to be buried in it

yoongi has never felt this soft

ever

there’s you accidentally falling asleep on him

literally ON him

and his hands are still hovering but he decides to relocate them on your back, rubbing small circles and even patting softly

your hair smells really good too

he must’ve been to engrossed in it as you burst awake some minutes later and you almost bump his jaw on your way up

“oh my gOD did i just pass out on your lap???”

well you’re still sat on his lap and you’re scrambling away while you’re still groggy and he has to reach for you before you could topple over

“no problem!! it’s cool i sWEAR!!!”

he quickly explains what’s happened and how he’s close with hyun bin and how he literally conversed for like two seconds and your producer immediately agreed

yoongi just said “hEY mr. hyun!!! y/n works for you, right?? i’m SO sorry if this isn’t in my position to ask but y’know she did just kinda pass out and i was wondering if she could just lay down in my trailer for awhile??”

within two minutes mr. hyun apparently went to the trailer and delivered your backpack and he keeps in mind to apologize to you later on and hmmmmm is there anything going on between you and yoongi???

“are there any pillows?”

underneath the cushion the both of you are sitting at, there is a shit tON of pillows he just keeps there

there’s memory foam!! cotton!! feather!! a hybird of those two!!!

yoongi decides to answer and he delivers it with the straightest answer possible

“... no.”

he quickly clears his throat as he looks to his lap and taps on it so you could lie down on him!!

you think you like yoongi :)))

yoongi is positive that he likes you :)))

you stand up for a moment and he panics because nO where are you going??? but it was just for you to retrieve your phone and grab your earphones!!

you kind of have an irrational fear of buying airpods and that shit just falling every two seconds and then you could nEVER find it

and so here you are :)) offering yoongi an earphone as you lay your head on his lap

there’s just something so familiar with the melody

the lyrics

the vOICE

so familiar to the point that yoongi’s heart practically drops because oh god

tHAT’S HIM

THAT’S HIM IN HIS OTHER JOB THAT ONLY HE KNOWS ABOUT

“this suga guy.,, i like him.”

“o-oH???”

yoongi doesn’t know whether he should feel jealous because you like this suga guy

but he doesn’t know shit because he IS that suga guy!!!

and so his mind’s fuzzy and all-conflicted as you babble on, about to be lulled to sleep again

“once i get to make a film, like an actual full-length film and jUST not a thesis film,,,, i’m hiring him,,,, i don’t care if he consumes like 80% of my budget for that film iM HIRING HIM!!!”

yoongi’s about to practically combust right now

he’s grinning from ear-to-ear, looking down on you who he’s grown fond of so much so fast and is lying down on his lap, his thumb pressing down on your cheek softly as he tilts his head

“do you wanna know a secret?”

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

Prompt #59 with modern Arthur showing modern Reader Dom/Sub play for the first time 🤤 (Arthur being the dom) smut pls 🥺 (also I sent one angsty prompt before and saw ur post and i just wanna say I'm sorry I'm just a sad bich lol 😭)

Number 59 (reverse, reverse!):

Ooooooh lord this one’s exciting! Also, it’s okay about the angst. I was just hoping for some more variety, lol. I also got a little carried away with this one, NO RAGRETS.

“Get at me bad girl~!”

You swayed your hips to the melody, rubbing the sponge in a rhythmic motion against a dirty dish.

“Oooh work me baby, shakin’ it the way I like!”

You rinsed the plate off and placed it in the drying rack, your body rocking in a wave to the beat.

“I’m ready to be bad, I need a bad girl!”

You’d grabbed another dirty dish to work on. With the music loud and the water running, you were oblivious to the surroundings.

“Get at me, bad girl!”

The warmth of strong hands wrapped around your waist. The initial surprise wore off instantly as you relaxed onto a well-muscled torso.

“Havin’ fun, sweetheart?” a voice rumbled with a laugh, his lips tickling your ear.

“Of course,” you giggled, turning your head to greet him with a sultry kiss. “Welcome home, by the way.”

“Glad to be home.” he murmured, resting his hand on your cheek. His flesh was cool to the touch after having been outside, the smell of winter air still fresh on his clothes.

You turned around to face him, pressing yourself into the soft threads of his sweater. You always liked the smell of him; leather and nature. The scruff of his stubble tickled your forehead as he pressed his lips to it. Despite the background noise, it was peaceful in his arms. It always was in his presence.

He moved his mouth down, gently brushing along the bridge of your nose, kissing the tip, before meeting your lips again. There was a hint of passion behind it, locking your face with his hand as he held your jaw. His other arm gripped you closer, pressing you to his body. You felt his hand give a gentle squeeze to your ass.You gave a soft moan in response, a fire erupting deep in your body. An unexpected notion, though a welcoming one.

He pulled back an inch, expressing a low chuckle.

“Arthur?” you questioned lowly.

“You wanna be bad?” he whispered to you. “Or do you wanna be good?”

You blushed hard, though a smooth grin appeared on your lips. “How about we find out?”

He matched your grin with a smile of his own. Reaching down, he gripped your thighs and you immediately responded with jumping up, wrapping your arms and legs around him. He carried you with ease, turning off the water and abandoning the partially done dishes in favor of fun.

You’d reached the bedroom in no time, him leaning down to place you on the bed. His hands never left you as he kissed you again, climbing onto the mattress as his mouth ravaged your lips. He practically trapped you underneath him, rough palms roaming your body. You flinched as his cold touch grazed your warm skin, sneaking underneath the fabric of your shirt. Breaking the kiss, he had pulled your shirt off, leaning down to place tender pecks along your midline.

With nimble expertise, he had your pants off within seconds, leaving you in just your bra and panties, though he was still fully dressed. You reached to start on him, only to have him grasp your hands. He smiled at your whine of protest.

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he said to you. “I wanna do somethin’ different.”

This piqued your interest. Soon forgetting about your restraint, you asked, “Like what?”

Releasing your hand, he took hold of your chin once again. His gaze bore deep into your eyes with such intensity that you had to keep yourself from looking away. “I wanna dominate you, darlin’. If that’s okay.”

Dominate? Like, a dom/sub routine? The mere thought sent a current of electricity through your system, tingling your every nerve, settling down below. It was always a secret fantasy of yours, though never outwardly admitting it to Arthur. You were afraid he’d refuse. Knowing that he wanted to do the same was a thrill of its own.

“Y-yes,” you answered, voice quivering with excitement. “Please be my dom, Arthur!”

A smirk formed on his face as he leaned down to kiss you again, deep and passionate as his tongue worked against yours. He held it for a long moment, you lost in the heat of the moment as you could feel the fabric of your panties slowly becoming damp.

He pulled back, using his teeth to pull at your bottom lip. “You call me Sir, or Mr. Morgan. You understand?”

“Yes, sir.” you answered with definite respect.

“Good girl,” he cooed, running his hand along your cheek. His eyes were soft. “I may get rough with ya, so you let me know if you ain’t comfortable with somethin’. Red’s the safety word.”

You gave a nod in understanding.

“Good,” he rumbled, standing back up and working at his belt. You watched as he pulled his cock free, erect and standing at attention. “Come suck on it.”

You wordlessly sat up and sunk to the floor, positioning yourself at his feet. Staring at the length at eye height, you leaned forward and licked the head. Upon hearing a soft moan from your new master, you began to slowly engulf him in your mouth.

His hand took its place on the back of your head, prompting you to take him further. Your head bobbed slowly at first, soaking the shaft with ease. You pressed the underside of him with your tongue, earning a deep groan.

More pressure was applied to your head, and you bobbed faster. The sound of his pleasure sent a thrill through you, responding in a hum along his length. His hips shuddered slightly from the vibration.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck your mouth.” He breathed, wrapping your hair around his hand.

You gave another hum in response to voice your approval. He held your head firmly, bucking himself forward.

You held yourself, forcing down a gag that crept up from your chest. You felt him hit the back of your throat, though keeping himself restrained to not hurt you. A string of swears slid from his mouth as he continuously thrust. He praised you and pet your hair, keeping up for another moment before coming to a stop.

“Ya took me well, darlin’.” he purred, pushing stray locks of hair from your face.

You would smile if your mouth wasn’t full of him at the moment, though you cast your eyes up, meeting his with appreciation. A half smile formed on his lips as he pulled from you, releasing your head.

Sitting still, your hands curled into fists resting lightly on your thighs. Your focus was on him, waiting to see what command was next. He gestured for you to return to the bed and you did, sitting on the edge expectantly. He rounded over to your side, promptly opening your drawer and digging out your personal magic wand. A smirk graced his face as he walked back over to you.

Curiosity bloomed, eyeing the purple rod in his hand. He pressed it into your grip, spoken with, “I wanna see you cum from this.”

With a short nod, you leaned back and began to shimmy your underwear off.

“Nuh uh, sweetheart. Keep those on.”

You blinked and gave him a look of questioning, though met it with silent expectancy. You didn’t wonder further as you spread your legs, switching the machine on and holding it to yourself.

A jolt of pleasure shot through you, expressing itself in a low moan. You’d only ever used this alone; whenever Arthur was away for a few days and you needed release. He knew about it, of course, as he was the one who bought it for you. This was however a first, breaking it out for some fun for the both of you.

Despite the strong vibrations rocking your very core, the thin cotton proved just enough of a barrier to experience it in full. Oh how you wanted to move it, though you weren’t sure Arthur would approve. You pressed it harder against your clit, your legs twitching from the sensation that only strengthened from there.

You caught him staring at you with a hungry glare; his hand wrapped around his length, pumping lazily, pleasuring himself from watching you chase yours. Feeling flustered, you shut your eyes and threw your head back, letting your imagination take you the rest of the way.

The build was slow at first, though soon rushed along the more vulnerable you felt under Arthur’s watchful eye. Your free hand slinked across your chest, squeezing your breasts through your cups. Another moan escaped your throat, louder, as the fire burned intensely deep within you.

In mere seconds, your body sprung to life as your orgasm overtook you, every muscle tensing as ecstasy washed over you like a wave. Breathing heavily, you peered at Arthur again.

“Good girl,” he said, approaching you, stepping in between your legs. His hand brushed across your center, chuckling at the small gasp you gave from your hypersensitivity. You closed your thighs instinctively, though Arthur pried them apart with ease. “Don’t hide from me.”

His hand brushed against you again, touch lighter than a feather. “Absolutely soaked,” he continued with a pleased tone. His fingers pushed aside the fabric, sliding across your folds. “All for me.”

“Yes,” you moaned, your legs shuddering from his touch. “All for you, Mr. Morgan.”

A triumphant smile appeared on his face. He removed his sweater and shirt, exposing his perfect chest and abs. He then leaned forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “I wanna tie you up.” he murmured against your skin.

Your eyes widened at this. “W-what?” you stammered.

“Bind your hands,” he continued, bringing his hips forward to slide his cock through your folds, teasing your clit. “Fuck ya like that.”

Your voice trembled with a small moan. “I…” you began, trying to think of how you felt about that. However, your mind was too addled by him. “Ah…”

“Don’t gotta if you don’t wanna,” he assured you, keeping up with his antics. He even prodded your entrance, threatening to enter, your body yearning for him. “But I wanna try.”

The picture was painted clear in your mind. Hands tied behind your back like a hostage while Arthur fucked you mercilessly. It instilled slight fear into your heart, though overwhelmed by excitement for something new. “O-okay.”

His lips moved down to yours, kissing you tenderly for a moment before standing up straight. He walked away to retrieve something, and came back with a black cloth in his hands. A bandanna that he used often, usually worn around his neck in the warmer months.

“I’ll start gentle, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Remember the safety word.”

You nodded silently.

Smiling down at you, motioned for you to turn over. Getting on your knees, he took your hands and moved them behind your back. He then wrapped the bandanna around your wrists to bind you securely. With an experimental tug, you found they were snug but not tight. This eased your already pounding heart somewhat.

He stood behind you, gently pushing you to relax into the bedsheets. As you pressed your face against the cool fabric, he once again tugged your underwear out of the way, finding your entrance with ease. Teasingly running his fingers along your clit once more, working a whine out of you before he sheathed himself in one smooth motion.

You sighed in delight, melting at the feeling of him filling you up. He began to thrust slowly, gently, running his hand along your exposed back. Though hindered in some movement, the new sensation was surprisingly even more exciting than you imagined.

Moaning into the blankets, you could only keep your ass up as he used you to his liking. He steadily grew quicker, harder, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips. His groans filled the room. “That’s it, darlin’,” he mumbled to you. “God, ya look so good like this.”

You could only give a muffled whine in response, biting into the comforter as he fucked you with growing intensity. Your fingers flexed helplessly, wanting to grab hold of something, anything, to hold yourself down from the pleasure that filled your body.

The noise of your vibrator caught your attention, and before you could turn your head to look, the head was placed upon your clit. You let out a yelp of surprise, beginning to quiver from the stimulation.

“Cum for me, princess,” he growled. “But ask me ‘fore ya do.”

“Shit!” you hissed out, feeling your second climax too soon on the rise. Wrenched out from your body too quick for you to form the words, your legs gave out from underneath you, your heart racing and your chest heaving.

It was silent for a moment, you lost in your post orgasm bliss. Arthur however had stopped moving.

SMACK!

The sharp sting on your ass caused you to jump, giving another surprised cry. Turning your head to look at him from the side, “Ar-” you stopped yourself. “Sir?”

He leaned forward, pressing himself against you. “Told ya to ask me first,” he whispered in your ear. “You didn’t. So you got punished.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “It was too much.”

“Then we gotta train ya to hold it,” he responded, bringing his hips away and bucking into you with sudden fierceness. “Think you can do that for me?”

“Yes,” you groaned, holding back a gasp. “I will try.”

“That’s my girl.” he said, voice glowing with approval. His hand gently rubbed your ass cheek, the skin tender from where he slapped. His lips brushed against the nape of your neck, a soft gesture in contrast to the animalistic thrusts of his hips. Standing straight once more, he pulled out and flipped you on your back, gripping your legs before entering you again.

He didn’t hesitate to go fast this time, pounding you with abandon as he unleashed a loud, guttural groan. You threw your head back, singing out your pleasure as you wriggled, your hands wanting to instinctively grasp anything yet failing.

He released one leg to dip his hand down, circling his thumb along your bud. Though still slightly sensitive, you gave a louder moan. He watched your face, waiting for a reaction.

You released some swears, your legs twitching and trembling. You were glad it wasn’t your toy this time, allowing for a slower build. As it began the climb, Arthur’s words echoed in your head.

“Sir, can I p-please cum?” you asked breathlessly.

“You may.”

As he quickened his pace, you cried out loud as the third one rocked your body from head to toe. Your back had arched off the bed, spreading a heat that tinged every nerve.

As you caught your breath, he removed his hand and leaned over you, staring directly into your eyes. The lingering heat made its presence in your cheeks, quickly averting your gaze.

“Look at me,” his voice soft, though full of authority. As you met his gaze again, he continued. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth, you ready?”

With a nod from you, his thrusts strengthened even more, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in your shared bedroom. Not even a full moment passed when he suddenly pulled out.

“On the floor, now.” he commanded in a hurried voice.

You obeyed, immediately dropping yourself to the ground once again. Face to face with his cock, you opened your mouth as he quickly rubbed himself. Silvery strings of his spend shot out, coating your tongue.

As the last of it dripped out, you swallowed dutifully. Peering up at him, seeing the bliss bloom across his face as he attempted to catch his breath. He looked down at you, offering a sweet smile as he reached down, running his fingers through your hair.

“That’s my girl.”

You matched his smile with one of your own. “Did I do good, Mr. Morgan?”

He knelt down to you, reaching around to untie your wrists. As the binding loosened, he kissed you and murmured, “Better than good, darlin’. You did amazin’.”

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Song used: Bad Girl by Usher

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