#sub!bambam x reader

[daemour]

You bring a glass of wine to your lips, letting the tangy bitterness envelop your taste buds. A smirk pulls at your lips.

This is my sub-masterlist for tipsy drabbles---the masterlist can support only so many links after all ;) Please enjoy the following content! The main masterlist can be found here

(All fics marked with a ♥ are smut/implied smut. Minors do not interact)

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ATEEZ

A Rose is a Rose - mafia! Seongjoong x f! Reader ♥

After leaving the mafia scene for five years, you’ve had to go back and beg for help from the boss of your former family…and your ex.

Manhattan - photographer! Hongjoong x gn! Reader

A late night photo inspiration leads to something more.

Brooklyn - photographer! Hongjoong x gn! Reader

Hongjoong invites you to his studio, but some complications occur [sequel to Manhattan]

GOT7

Bear like Marmalade - hybrid! BamBam x gn! Reader

You just want to enjoy a (pretty sad) dinner after moving. But your simple meal consisting of toast and marmalade is interrupted by your neighbour. Who really, really likes your food apparently.

Mini-Series

Red Lotus, Red Herring - assassin! BamBam x assassin! Reader (platonic) | An assassin should always be on their toes, a lesson you think you have down.

Between the Sheets - police! Yugyeom x gn! Reader ♥ | Yugyeom didn’t expect this.

Death in the Afternoon - husband! Youngjae x f! Reader | Youngjae’s late, and you’re worried.

Adios, Motherfucker - no pairing, Mark centered | All occording to plan. Remember Murphy’s Law, Mark.

Painkiller - yandere! Jackson x f! Reader | Jackson’s addicted to you.

Blow My Skull Off - implied police! Jinyoung x assassin! BamBam | A deal is struck.

Tuxedo - no pairing, Jaebeom centered | The game is almost over, but how will it turn up?

Last Word - light husband! Youngjae x f! Reader | Youngjae wakes up and can’t quite remember what happened.

MISCELLANEOUS

Planter's Punch - ex! Yoongi x Reader

Yoongi finds you drinking your break-up away in a bar. He wants to get you to stop drinking….but he is the cause of your break up.

French 75 - heiress! Joohyun x gn! Reader ♥

When faced with a marriage she doesn't want, Joohyun decides to take matters into her own hands

[sub-k-pop-archive]

[11:41 AM]

Author: @honey-subs

Pairing: sub!BamBam x reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 398

Summary: Making BamBam wear a vibrating butt plug at a fansign.

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[tuanstars]

Male reader with bratty bam bam?

untitled - bambam

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⇢paring - bambam x male!reader

⇢genre - smut

⇢summary - you’ve had enough of bambam’s blatant brattiness

⇢warnings - sub!bambam, dom!reader, ‘sir’ kink, brat taming, blowjobs, orgasm denial, choking

⇢notes - let me know if you’d like me to add or remove something! also sorry if this is a bit too rough, i tend to do that when i write male readers ;)

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“i don’t see why you’re so mad.” bambam snickers when you push him into your shared apartment. “i was just having fun.” he says, and laughs again. “so you think embarrassing us in front of friends is fun?” you ask, pulling him towards your bedroom by his wrist, and then pushing him onto the bed.

“why yes sir, i do.” he answers with a smile on his face. “strip.” you tell him, voice low and barely above an whisper. keeping up his bratty exterior, he’s striping sultry like, tugging his shirt off swiftly, along with his jeans. while he’s sitting on the bed and waiting for you, you’re digging through drawers and finding the toys you’d need.

he watches you pop the cap on a bottle of lube, and whines. “come on. can’t you move any faster?” he whines as you’re warning the cold substance up with your finger. “be lucky i’m even gonna prep you at all with the way you’ve been acting.” that seems to shut him up, yet he’s steadily rolling his eyes.

“in position,” you told him, using your free hand to tap his thighs. he surprisingly does what he’s told, and gets pn his hands and knees. he’s surprised when he immediately feels your finger pressing against his hole, and steadily pushing in. he takes your finger easily, and you and another and began to scissor them to stretch him out a bit.

“just fuck me already.” he mutters. as he says the words, he doesn’t expect a sharp spank to land on his left ass cheek, yet it does and he’s jolting forward with the force. he breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the clackle of your belt come undone, and the sound of fabric moving around.

he’s waiting as his mind drifts to all the things you could potentially do to him, and he doesn’t feel your hand move to his cock as you snap a cock ring to the base. he’s snapped out if his thoughts when he feels the snug fit.

“hey!” he mumbles. “only good boys get to cum by the end of the night.” he’s about to protest, but his head immediately drops when you push into him. “fuck....” he groans as you bottom out. his back was already arching as you fucked into him roughly, hands gripping his hips so tight that you were sure bruises would form.

he’d get so sensitive when he had a cock ring on, responsive to all of your touches. “oh f-fuck, sir, it’s so much....!” he moans, hands reaching out to grab anything they could. you pull him up so that his back was on your chest, and your chin sat on he neck. “that brattiness is wearing off, isn’t it bam?” you taunted, kissing his neck.

his mind was hazy and all he could do was moan out mindless babbles of ‘please’, ‘yes sir’ and other incoherent phrases. he didn’t warn you when he was getting close, but you could tell by the way his back arched that he had ‘cum’. the cock ring wouldn’t let him cum fully, so he came dryly with a shout of your name.

“holy shit! it feels s-so good, please-“ he mumbles, words slurred slightly, and he’s bucking his hips back onto your cock, not caring about the overstimulation. you were getting close yourself, with every moment that he tightened and clenched around you, you were that much closer to coming.

you reach down, and snap the cockring off of him and it falls to the bed quietly. bambam is coming almost immediately after you take the ring off, head falling back onto your shoulder, eyes rolling back, tongue poking out of his mouth, and cum splattering onto the sheets. the mere sight had you coming as well, head dropping as you came inside of him, pumping him full with your cum.

you pull out of him slowly, and he’s still twitched with the after shocks of his orgasm. you’re panting as well as you move around to get a towel to clean him up with. “want me to run a bath?” you asked him as you wiped the cum from his abdomen. “no, just wanna cuddle.” he murmured, and you should’ve expected it. bambam is always clingy after sex.

“ok, bambi. let me just change the sheets really quick, and we can cuddle all you want.” you told him, picking him up bridal style to put him in a comfortable chair. it didn’t take you long to change the sheets and put new ones on. bambam is half asleep when you get to him and and carry him to the bed.

immediately when he feels the warmth of the new sheets around him, he’s latching onto you in a koala cuddle, and damn near laying on top of you. you simply chuckled into his neck and wrapped your arms around him tightly.

[defdreamz]

keep me warm. bambam.

authors note. if you like my works then pls rb with nice words or even send an ask! validating my works can make my day.

authors note x2. i love bambam sm omg- also this is lowkey in celebration that got7 now own got7 :))))

word count. 308.

content. sub!bambam, dom!reader, cockwarming, i guess this is amab...? the reader uses no pronouns.

summary. bambam wants to try something new, but it backfires.

bambam whines from above you, squirming constantly only to whimper and remember his place when the top of your cock presses against his sweet spot.

“haven’t we been doing this for /hours/? fuck me,” he whines pathetically, rocking against you needily where the both of you are connected at the base of your cock. “we have indeed /not/ been doing this for an hour. it’s been 30 minutes at most, bammie. you can take it, can’t you?” you ask, letting your hands roam the junction between his thighs and his hip.

he only whines some more, letting his face flush that flows down to his chest. his cock leaks pathetically against his lower stomach. it’s red and throbs, aching and ready to cum.

his eyes water, and his cheeks puff. he trembles, too. “‘m so full and-and i’m so hard-“ he whimpers, hands reaching out to grab at anything he can. you push your hips into his once and he gasps, chewing on his lips as tears roll slowly down his cheeks.

you wipe them away with your thumbs, calming him. “hey, hey, do you want me to pull out?” you ask, concerned for his sudden onslaught of tears. “/no/! it’s just- so /good/-“ he breathes, melting just a bit in the way you hold him.

you pull him down for a kiss, locking your lips with his and letting your tongues swirl around in a rhythm that has become unique to the both of you. he pulls away first, breathless with an airy smile on his face.

“a little while longer, bambi, and i’ll give you what you want,” you tell the male, letting him rock against you. “i’ll fuck you until your only thought is me.” you finish, watching him shiver at the thought. “please.” he begs once again, against your ear as he steadies himself.

[mutigold]

━━━━ 11:03 P.M.

c.w smut! cross-dressing, mama kink, strength kink, praise, handjob, cum in lacy underwear

w.c. 0.4k

note: a small happy birthday to my lightskinned baby bambam ! i wish you many more 🤍

“aw! my birthday boy is so pretty!”

the sight of your idol boyfriend in white, angelic lingerie, sheer stockings, and blood-red lipstick gave you a sense of rush. whines escaped the full lips upon bambam as he took in your staring. “mama, stop it. you know how that makes me feel.”

you then slowly; walked toward the thai idol, backing him up and waited as he jolted into the hard surface of the wall. your hands reached over the lacy fabric rubbing his sensitive nipples. “yeah? do you like when i call you pretty baby?”

moans release out of his mouth once again to hearing the praises. it gets even louder to where you have to cover him from anyone else hearing. “those whines are only for me baby. keep it down, understand?”

“mhmm.”

taking your hand away, you bring it to his slim throat, slightly cutting his airways. “for your first gift; how about mama gives that little cock handjob? i mean i would love to see all that cum in those lovely panties.”

“yes! please, mama! i’ll give you all my cum!” bambam pleads.

feeling your essense drip from your boyshorts, you then lock the birthday boy in place using your strength and travel into the undergarments. the feeling of warm pre-cum touched the soft palms of your hand, as you listened to the whimpers of the male.

“ah, mama! that feels good..”

jerking the hard cock, your mind wanders over to all the many things you have planned for him. the new blue vibrators, the hitachi wand buried in the closet, the flavored lube, the ten-inch dildo, etc.

but right now, you needed to be focused on the first step of the limitless night. “come on baby, will you cum in your panties for mama?”

“oh! mama! please, please! tell me i’m pretty!”

“my birthday boy is sooo pretty. the prettiest thing i ever seen. you put all those models to shame with this beautiful body honey. i’m so lucky to call you mine.”

continuing with your praises, you rubbed even harder and faster then from the beginning making the idol fall apart within your arms.

“thank you! thank you, mama!” eyes rolling into his head, bambam felt his milky juices explode beyond the white panties. creating a large wet spot that made you groan. “what a good, pretty baby.”

after calming down a bit, bambam thanked you once again for the orgasm trying to get out of your hold only to be held back. “oh? did you think we were done? oh, no. we have all night for gifts baby boy.”

[vanillaknj]

got7 reaction to cumming just from your teasing

includes — sub!got7, gn!reader, teasing, choking, degrading, praise, marking, mentions of oversensitivity, size kink, manhandling, foreshadowed wall sex, etc.

a/n — i had ideas the moment i saw this get requested so i went ahead and made it! this was requested by @l-overless​ !

a/n — please excuse all spelling mistakes.

lim jaebeom

the stress of being the leader eventually dawned on him, and you were his stress reliever.

you were palming him through his jeans, and he was leaning into you and finally giving in and submitting to you.

his moans were muffled as he tucked his head into your neck, and allowed you to tease him. you didn’t notice how his moans got more frequent, as well as lower in pitch. he bucked his hips into your hand, melting into you as he cums.

you were surprised as well, but it should’ve been expected because of all the stress he’s been under. he’s shy and a bit embarrassed when he finally comes down, pulling away from you and immediately looking down.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, using a finger to tilt his head up. “i came too early.” he mutters. “this was a stress reliever for you, i don’t mind, beomie. come with me so you can change and everything.” you tell him, kissing him softly in reassurance.

mark tuan

choking had to be one of marks’ favorite things ever. something about you wrapping a hand around his neck and whispering dirty things into his ear got him going.

you knew how much he loved it, so what better thing to do than tease him?

your was was wrapped around his neck, and applying subtle pressure. his eyes closed as he listened to all the sinful things you were whispering. “you’re so pretty for me, mark? i bet you want me to absolutely ruin you…” you whisper using your other hand to reach down and palm him.

you were surprised to see how hard he was from your simple actions, but continued nevertheless. “hard already? such an obedient little toy for me, angel.” you murmur. he whimpers and groans at your words, and before you know it, you felt him cum.

“you really are a toy; this makes me want to ruin you even more.” you mutter, removing your hand from his neck to unclasp the button of his pants. “please…”

jackson wang

jackson was an absolute sucker for your praise. he loved hearing you tell him he was good for you, or when you praised him after certain things.

this wasn’t any different, jackson was horny, but he didn’t want to tell you because he didn’t want you to feel like you were obligated to help him. the sensitivity was getting him though because the only thing he was thinking of was you.

it didn’t help that you were praising him for how good he looked during his ‘not by the moon’ performances. “seunnie, you looked so sexy during these performances, your voice sounds amazing here, too.” you gush as you watch him on the tv, placing a hand on his thigh.

he was clenching his thighs together, and was red-faced from all the praise you were telling. you stopped in the midst of your talking where you heard jackson whimper, and saw his thighs trembling.

“oh, baby, you should’ve told me. let me help you out.” you whisper, scooting closer once you see the darkened fabric on his pants.

park jinyoung

jinyoung was a brat, no doubt about it. therefore, you needed to be able to over power him because he’d love to challenge you and push your buttons.

he got off on you being able to manhandle him and put him in his place.

“you little brat. i’m the one in charge here, and i think you need a little lesson on where you belong.” you muttered in your ear as you pushed him towards the wall. “i don’t think you’re strong enough to do that.” he challenges with triumph in his voice.

your eyes turn dark, and the next thing he knows, he’s being pushed against the wall with his ass facing you, and hands flat against the wall.

you being rough with him made him feel so small and sensitive. his breaking point was when you reach around to grip his cock. his mouth hung open at the sheer pain and pleasure you provided, and before he knew it he was coming in his pants.

“woah…” he whispers, still slightly trembling. “you’re still getting your punishment, darling…”

choi youngjae

youngjae had incredibly sensitive thighs, and you continuously touching and teasingly was bound to make him sensitive.

he whimpered in submission when your hands roamed his inner thighs, squeezing them. soft whimpers leave his mouth as you continue, closing his eyes and he rolls his hips towards your hands.

“y-y/n please…” he whispers, thighs trembling under your grasps. “please what, baby? i haven’t even done anything yet.” you tease.

he surprises you when his hips push against your hands more, and his hands move to grasp your wrists, whimpering and whining as he came in his pants.

“oh my gosh…” he whispers, hips still stuttering. “sorry.” he apologizes with a small smile. you’re reaching for the button on his pants, and he moans when your hands graze over his cock. “hm, we still aren’t done here, baby.”

bambam

bambam got off to you treating him like a slut. he had his bratty moments, and loved it when you degraded him and pushed him around. he has a size kink too, loving it when you dominated him to show him who he belonged to.

you had him pushed against a wall, hands pulled over his head with your knee pressed between his legs. he was ultra sensitive, and he grinded down on your knee for any relief he could get.

“you love acting like a slut, don’t you? grinding and flirting with everyone you see like a whore, hm?” you tease, dropping your head to kiss and nip at his neck. “wanted you to be rough-“ he whispers, voice shaky as he pushes his hips towards your knee harder than before.

“you’re getting what you wanted then.” you murmur, gripping his hip with your vacant hand. he squirms under your grasp for a few moments, and with a loud moan of your title, his head fell back against the wall and you felt the warmth of his cum spread over your thigh.

“i’m really going to ruin you now, sweetheart.”

kim yugyeom

yugyeom’s favorite thing for you to do with him was hiss his neck. his neck was incredibly sensitive, so you sucking on it was bound to affect him.

his moans were like music to your ears as you sucked continuously on his sweet spot. “y-y/n…” he whispers, crossing his legs together.

“hm, babyboy?” you murmur against his skin, and he moans even louder when he feels you marking a hickey directly over his most sensitive spot.

that was his breaking point, and he didn’t even expect it himself when he came, filling his underwear with his cum. “i didn’t know you were so sensitive.” you tell him with a smirk. “i still need help…” he whispers, hiding his blushing face. “then let me help you.”

[foenixs]

Got7 + Toys

note: these are short headcanons for each member of Got7 and their favourite sex toys/utensils (just a lil sth to spark you imagination)

includes- sub!Got7 x dom!reader (I tried to keep it gender neutral; I only refer to the reader as noona once), nipple clamps, cockring, handcuffs, ballgag, vibrator, whip, blindfold

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

none of the gifs used are mine

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Mark

Ignore the bubbles pls

You pull on the string and Mark’s body jolts towards you, his nipples red under the clamps. You move your hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face so you can see the innocent look in his eyes. The pleading face he makes, silently begging to be touched. But his nipples are already so sensitive, you knew that if you touched him any further, he would cum on the spot, and it was not time for him to finish yet. You push him back onto the bed, the string straightening and pulling on his nipples even harder. He winces in pain and his eyes roll back into his head, but he can’t deny the amount of pleasure he is feeling right now, as his cock is red and leaking with precum.

Jaebeom

“So pretty” you coo into his ear, holding his body up so he can watch your hands roam him, through the mirror. The cockring, nestled tight around his shaft, is sending vibrations through his body and you have to grip him tight, so he doesn’t squirm away from you. His body is covered in sweat, exhausted from the hours of edging you had put him through. His knees are trembling, and you are afraid he is going to collapse at any moment, but he must hold on just for a little longer. He was doing so good; you knew he could make it. The ringing of your alarm is music to his ears as the permission for his release was finally given. The floor was covered in semen before you could turn off the sound, but it didn’t matter, he had followed your rules till the end.

I couldn't choose between a sexy and a cute gif cause he's both

Jinyoung

The sound of metal echoes through the room as the handcuffs rut against the headboard, the man in their hold teasingly pulling on his restraints to test how well they’ll hold him back. You let the tip of the feather glide down his torso, drawing circles under his armpits and on his belly. Jinyoung shivers from the tickling feeling, struggling to keep still as he doesn’t want you to see how weak you make him. Your motions were so gentle and yet the feeling was so intense; he felt both safe and lost under you. He sighs deeply when you let the feather glide over his cock and it springs to life, leaving the boy ashamed and you with the sweet taste of victory.

Jackson

Tears were dwelling in his eyes, the pink ball gag stuffing his mouth and he had no choice left but to lay there and let you fuck him apart. His nails were digging into your back as you push his legs up even higher, burying your entire length inside of him. Broken screams left his mouth, and his chin was wet from the drool. “This is what you get for talking back to your noona, you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut could you?!” You leave a harsh smack across his ass, the tears now freely running down his cheeks, his arms shaking around you as it was all too much to take. He looks up at you with sorry eyes and you award him a nod, allowing him to tip over the edge.

Youngjae

The poor boy was shifting in his seat, trying to keep his attention on his members, but the light vibrations moving through his body made him grip onto the chopsticks for dear life. It had been his idea to wear a vibrator in public, wanting to try something outside of your usual vanilla bubble, but had he known you would have so much fun, playing with the settings, he would have thought of something else. He could not think of anything more embarrassing than getting caught by his members and still, as the night proceeded, his pants got uncomfortably tight and damp, by the hard member that was leaking underneath.

BamBam

“Did I allow you to stop counting? I am gonna start over again and again if you keep up this bratty attitude!” The night had started out with Bam whispering dirty wishes into your ear, his hands roaming your body freely as if you were his. That’s how he ended up bent over your bed, his ass on full display as you brought the expensive leather down on him repeatedly. He was wincing in pain, but he still refused to follow the simplest commands. He knew you would whip him all night if you had to but he didn’t care, nothing made him as hard as the sharp feeling of his skin getting assaulted and nothing made him feel prettier than seeing the scars the next morning.

Yugyeom

Yugyeom arched his back, his nose peeking out in an attempt to smell you, the blindfold over his eyes enabling him to see your next move. His legs were spread wide, his hands tied above his head and the thought of having absolutely no control drove him mad. He felt a light pressure at the base of his cock and let out a scream when you turn on the vibrations. The feeling was so much more intense when his senses were restricted; he started begging on the lowest setting. How cute, how innocent, how easy to ruin.

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[bts-trash-blog]

Bet~BamBam

Day 16 Of Kinkmad Wax Play

Pariring: Sub!Bambam x Fem!reader

Warning: I honestly don’t know

PREV._.NEXT

The smell of your favorite scented candle,  Bambam was laying in the middle of your shared bed, laughter between the two of you as he said something stupid. You couldn’t help but to cup his face kissing him as his hands rest on your thighs. “Stop making me laugh.” You playfully scold him, shake his head as you roll your eyes and reach forward, gabbin the warm glass of the candle, his eyes widening, a bit too wide to real, making a giggle tumblr from your lips as you flick his nose.

“Burn baby.” He mumbled making your snort as you tip the glass letting the wax dribble down onto his chest, moving it as he winces chest starting to become a deep red, as it dries quickly. His hands grabbing your thighs tighter making you hiss as you slap them away. Bambam moved the above his head.

“I make art work.” You mumbled as you start to move the melting candle in your hand with planned movements, each drop making his skin flinch, as you moved down to his abdomen, you body slowly sliding, a giggle bubbling out as you felt his hardened cock against you underwear, somehow sliding against your folds making him whimper. “Color?”

“Clearly blue.” he mumbled, making you laugh, you nodded, the color of the candle was in fact blue it had you chuckling at his joke as the wax dripped down his pubic bone making him cry. You jerk slightly as you got to apologize, when you saw his head thrown back as he let out a whine. “Felt nice..more please.”

“Pain slut.” You chuckle, making him join in as you dribble more down onto his bone, somehow sliding close to the base of his slowly hardening cock.

“Your pretty pain slut.” he mumbled, tears streaming down his face making you nod as you place the candle down and look down at the drawing you had done. Making him look down and laugh.

“An arrow to my dick?” he chuckles making you join in on the laughter he was letting out as you kiss his lips. “You idiot.”

“I’ll put wax on your cock if you keep laughing.”

“Bet.”

[honey-subs]

imagine putting a controllable buttplug into bam bam before a fanmeet and putting it on whenever he got too touchy with a fan making sure to stare right into his eyes when he looks for you in the crowd seeing the darkness in your eyes, desperation flickering in his own eyes later on you would definitely "punish" him for flirting maybe by spanking him, denying his orgasm or humiliating him

[11:41 AM] - BamBam

bambam struggled to keep his composure as he felt the vibrator turn on once again. luckily, the fan was moving down the line so he had a moment to himself. he felt himself clench around the plug as he got closer, having been pushed away from his orgasm 3 times before had him sensitive to everything.

his hands gripped his water bottle tightly as he sipped from it. his eyes scanned the crowd, and his eyes soon fell on you as you smirked devilishly and made contact with him, pushing the vibrations up farther. he had to get himself together as another fan came up. they talked for a bit, and he clasped hands with her, staring up into her eyes as he listened to everything she had to say.

you played with the vibrations a bit, turning them down when you knew he was close. he breathed a sight of both relief mixed with a small whine. he didn’t have enough time to compose himself as another fan came through. “you’re pretty!” he says, and you’re in close enough proximity to hear him. he knows you’ve heard him.

before you can register your own actions, your turning the vibrator to the highest setting, and watching as he squirms. he makes a sound, and instantly covers it up. “sorry, i h-hit my foot.” he apologizes to the fan. he gives the fan one last smile before she leaves, and then his eyes are on you, widening as he tries to warn you that he’s close.

you know what he’s trying to tell you and you ignore it, pushing your bottom lip out in a fake pout to mock him. you can pinpoint exactly when he cums. his eyes flutter shut for a few seconds too long before he drops his head, trying not to make any noises because of the fan sites watching his every move.

watching closely under the table you could see his thighs shivering as he tried to cross them. when he finally raises his head, his cheeks have a slight blush over them. you know he can feel the sticky warmth of his cum in his boxers spreading over his thighs and making them messy. you know how embarrassed or humiliated he must feel as he comes to the realization that he came in his pants so publicly.

[m-yg93]

Have Mercy (on me)

Pairing: JJK x Reader

WC: 9.3k

Genre: Smut, PWP

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: Toxic gamer boy JK, Mean OC, sexism, Subby JK, D/s dynamics, excessive use of petnames, tattoos, piercings (nipples and genital), spit, edging, self asphyxiation, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, praise, NO AFTERCARE

Banner by @introlxv

Beta’d by @amourtae

Part of: Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by @joonscypher​, @kookskingdom​, & @lavienjin​

Summary:  Jungkook is finally popular enough to quit his job and make a living off his streaming and he’s very proud of his Master rank. His cockiness takes a turn when an unknown player joins his team and starts talking shit but what’s worse is they’re not just talking the talk but walking the walk. Jungkook ends up humiliated in multiple ways but there’s only one of which he ends up liking. 

Authors note: It’s finally here! A special thank you to @audreonne​ for using her esports knowledge and correcting everything I had wrong with the Overwatch gameplay (because I’m a filthy casual and don’t play) and letting me use her username. Also to my lovely writing net @thebtswritersclub​ and everyone who supported me with hype and writing alongside me in sprints.

Read the sequel: Rematch

VICTORY

“Let’s get it!” Jungkook whoops as the rest of the boys echo the sentiment in the voice chat. His eyes fall to his Twitch chat, messages zooming by nearly too fast to keep up.

 GG

That was a close one!

Honestly thought you were going to lose that round

“Thanks so much for hanging out with us tonight, Goldens. That’ll be all for today’s stream but make sure to tune in tomorrow, it’s our Sub Sunday where we play some more chill games with you guys. We’ll be running some Among Us so keep an eye out on my Twitter for the code drop, 1pm on the dot. We’re going to end this by sending out a raid to my friend BamBam, he’s streaming a blind run of Mario Odyssey right now. He’s a good buddy of mine so send him all the love that I receive here. Good night!”

His face cam closes and his screen is replaced with his usual end stream background that he’ll keep up for another 5 minutes or so as people filter out.

His attention shifts to his dashboard which holds his account statistics. A few people had subscribed during his stream and he can see his new number now nearing 5,000. It had been a grueling few years to get to this point and the exhaustion from working his regular job on top keeping a steady streaming schedule can still be felt in his bones.

He liked his cinematography internship, don’t get him wrong but the freedom of choosing his own work schedule and content was much less of a burden on him creatively. Plus the attention he got from the community he created was good for his ego. Admittedly, half the comments in stream were more about his looks than his gameplay but what’s there to complain about. He gets to play videogames every day and makes enough money to pay his bills and spend frivolously on ridiculous things for a serotonin boost when he needs it.

The voices echoing in his headset brings him back to reality as he watches his viewer count decrease and eventually disappear.

“Hobi’s out since he has to join Yoongi at the studio for a project they’re working on but is everyone else down to stay on and get some practice in? The next season of competitive is starting soon and I want to make sure I’m keeping on top of it.” Jin whines in the background.

The rest of the group all give off varying excitement levels of agreement. They pile into the waiting room but since their team is now missing a player a random added player comes in. Audreonne, master rank. At least they should keep up with them. Their icon flips to Mercy. Strategic teamwork at least, they needed a healer to balance out since Hoseok’s Lucio was now out of the ranks.

The countdown starts and they’re thrown into the game, it’s a familiar map and the guys easily split to their usual procedure. The Mercy player veers away with Namjoon and Tae.

Jungkook’s Widowmaker turns a corner and is instantly double teamed by the opposing Genji and Doomfist.

“Motherfucker,” he mumbles under his breath as the screen indicates eliminated. He respawns and quickly heads back the same way. “Yo, Audreonne, can you stick by me so I can deal with these assholes?”

He’s not waiting for a reply before dropping down into the area he was just eliminated from only to immediately repeat the process and go down again. “Where’s the fucking res, dude?” 

The action replay of his death shows no trace of the Mercy player around him. He scoffs, of course, guess that master rank came with more luck than skills.

“Hey, healer, if you’re going to pick support the least you could do is actually fucking support. Get your shit together.”

The rest of the guys don’t seem to be doing too hot on their own. There’s more grunts of defeat than there are whoops of victory and it’s not long before the screen comes up with the final judgment.

DEFEAT

Jungkook releases a loud groan and throws himself back in his chair, the force sending him wheeling away causing his headset to fly off and clatter onto the ground. He shoves it back on with muttered curses and checks the team, all having gone down by a few SP.

“How about you pay more attention to the team health, Audreonne,” he snarls.

The player remains quiet. A new chat comes up on the side screen.

I’m rusty with Mercy. I usually main Widowmaker but you seem attached so I’m letting you keep hold of her.

A short laugh comes out as he reads the comment in disbelief. No fucking way was he going to let someone else take his character. He knows he can play it better than anyone else on the team.

“Catch up quick then. And put your mic on, we can’t team properly if we can’t communicate.” That’s all he gets to put in before the countdown ends and a new game begins. They’re on defense this time.

A notification comes up.

Audreonne has joined the voice chat

Fucking finally.

The countdown ends and Jungkook goes out to the east side of the map.

“Where the fuck are you going? You saw we’re on defense right?” The unknown player makes their appearance and Jungkook groans.

“Ugh, a chick? No wonder we lost the last game. Don’t bring your uwu bullshit in here. We take this game seriously so move on to the next team of losers if you expect us to carry you.”

“Nerf this!” is heard away from him and there’s no time to react as D.Va’s mech slams into him and explodes. Fuck. He spawns back at base.

“Looks like your little hero expedition didn’t pay off so much. Why don’t you try sticking around the team this time?” The voice taunts him.

“She’s not wrong, JK. We could use Widow’s Venom Mines around the border and Infrasight will come in handy to see where they’re coming from.” Damn, even Namjoon was turning against him.

“Didn’t take you for a simp, Joon,” he rebukes. He can hear Namjoon scoff but there’s no response as the enemy team starts converging on their base.

Jungkook is losing HP at an alarming rate and calls for a resurrect as his character falls. He sees Mercy’s wings at the edge of his screen but Widowmaker doesn’t come back up.

“Are you not paying attention? If you were going to play support can’t you do your job and heal when you’re supposed to? How did you even make it to master rank? Is this your boyfriend’s account? He’s going to be pissed when you end up demoting him to diamond,” he rebukes.

“If you were paying attention you’d have noticed that I was already using my res on Hanzo. We needed his Dragonstrike more than your abilities or is your head so far up your ass you can’t notice your teammates also going down around you?” The rebuff is laced with aggression. “If you’re so insecure knowing you’re skills are subpar to a woman who’s only been only been playing 3 months just fucking say so.”

“3 months? No way. You managed to rope in some dude who knows the game to rank you up and now you’re just reaping in the benefits. This is my job and it took me nearly a year to get to the same title.” Disbelief taints the edges of his declaration.

“Wow, you’d think a professional esports player would do better.”

“I’m not dedicating myself to one game and letting management decide my gameplay. I’m a Twitch streamer. I’m independent, I control myself,” he boasts.

“Ah, I know the type. Got a few hundred followers and think you’re hot shit, huh?” The voice jeers at him.

“Look little miss, I get that you might not be properly into games but I’ve got nearly 100k so I think I’m doing alright for myself.” It’s a shame his smirk can’t be seen.

He doesn’t expect the laugh that echoes on the other end and the taunting, “Cute” that follows. 

There’s no time to continue the argument as their focus is brought back to the game.

Jungkook isn’t entirely selfish. When mentioned that his teammates were also going down he kept an eye out for more pressing cases but when his HP is dropping too close for comfort he calls for help.

“I’m really low. I need a heal!”

“Hmm, ask nicely.”

“The fuck? We don’t have time for your games, we’re going to lose the match, just heal!”

“Not with that attitude, we can win without you. If you want my help then beg for it.”

No way. He can make it through the fight without having to stoop so low. He just needs to get away from the fire and get a medpack.

At least he tries to but he’s surrounded on too many sides and there’s no clean way out.

“Can I have a heal, please?” he grunts through clenched teeth.

“Aw, see, you can be a good boy.” His HP comes back up nearly instantly.

There’s a few close calls before the screen lights up.

VICTORY

A sigh of relief escapes him as the group congratulates each other on the win but his patience has worn thin.

“Can we kick the chick so we can get someone decent on support?” he asks.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, did my game glitch? I don’t think it was your character I saw in the play of the game footage? Open your eyes for a second and try to understand how I got more kills than you as support than you managed to get as damage? Do you want to give Mercy a shot, maybe she’ll be more your speed?” There’s an evil lilt to the voice that answers him. “I guess we know which one of us is boosted after all, huh?”

“You know what, bitch? I’ve had enough of your shit. 1v1 me and we can see who has the skills without having to rely on the team,” he demands.

The voice acquiesces, nonchalant and unbothered. A Discord username pops up in the chat and the account disconnects from the game. His friends try to get him to just forget about it and keep playing now that they’ll just have someone new to join the team but Jungkook’s reputation is at stake and he won’t let some girl think she’s got something over him. He assures his friends it’d only take a minute and he’d be right back as soon as it’s dealt with.

He sets up a custom game, elimination, and picks his favorite map, Castillo. He picks his character and sends the game invite after adding the player to his friend list, begrudgingly.

It only takes a minute for the user to join the game. Frustration courses through him when the other player’s icon also changes to Widowmaker. A message pops up: Since we both main Widowmaker this is the fairest way to measure up, don’t you think? Fine. If that’s how they want to play this.

The set up is ready and the game starts. He easily makes it to the center statue and takes a second to assess where his opponent might be coming from. Venom Mines set at the most obvious chokepoint where the opposite side would come in from, but it stays silent. He activates his Infra-Sight to see where they might be hiding behind a structure but no outlines make themselves known. The enemy is simply not here.

His eyes get drawn to the chat on the side of the screen.

Behind you

ROUND LOST

He’s back at spawn.

What the fuck. Where had they even come from? There was no way they would have passed by him. He would have seen it.

Forget it. Push to the next round. He’s barely out of spawn before he gets hit again.

ROUND LOST

It doesn’t stop.

ROUND LOST

ROUND LOST

ROUND LOST

It’s entirely too quick for the screen to boast GoldenJK 0 VS 11 Audreonne. Absolutely no way. Discord is pulled up on the other screen and he doesn’t hesitate to press the call button. It doesn’t take long for the dial tone to disappear indicating the call being picked up on the other end.

“I expected you to rage quit honestly. I’ve seen it happen often enough before. Think having me whisper sweet nothings in your ear is going to make you focus better?” The voice is mocking which just makes his teeth bite down harder.

“It’s impossible that you’re not hacking somehow. Or someone else is playing for you. There’s never been some girl able to counter me this easily. Open cams so I can see that you’re really playing properly. Mouse and keyboard in frame, you’re not pulling anything sneaky on me.”

His answer comes in the form of a hum. Low and thoughtful. “I wouldn’t usually let you or anyone else direct orders at me but I’ve got nothing to hide and if you think trying to pay attention to how I play while simultaneously trying to get a shot in on your skill level is going to help then who am I to deny.”

The call screen changes as he finally sets his eyes upon his opponent, upon you. His preconceived notions of a pink room with a background full of stuffed animals is quickly quashed as he takes in that your setup is surprisingly similar to his.

It’s hard to see the color of your walls at all through the amount of posters covering them. Jungkook recognizes characters from different franchises: Link from Legend of Zelda, Masterchief from Halo, GLaDOS from Half Life, Elizabeth from Bioshock, and centered right behind you looks like a massive custom print of Widowmaker. The room is dark and eerily illuminated by the purple LED lights that border the ceiling. More lights are coming from in front of you which he can assume are from your tower and keyboard. Your Secret Lab gaming chair seems to be an even newer model than his, one which had only just come out. Had you not been sitting in the middle of the frame he would have assumed the room belonged to a top rated esports gamer.

But you were in frame and his eyes finally settle upon his rival. Your webcam is set right next to your monitor so the angle captures your face as you can stare dead into it. A shiver runs down his spine, was it intimidation or something else? Your headset is large enough to drown your head. At this point he wasn’t surprised to realize they were Razer Krakens but he somehow still expected the kitten ears to sprout from the band and he’s slightly disappointed to see they’re missing.

“Well? Aren’t you going to open your webcam too then? Only fair that I get to monitor the way you play too. I need to make sure I’m not playing the same way you do if I expect to keep my rank.” Did your voice always sound so sultry or is the image of putting face to voice messing with him?

He doesn’t bother sending any fighting words back at the jab. He simply opens his webcam to show off his own stream setup. The walls behind him aren’t as crowded as yours. Shelves filled with various figurines are more his vibe than posters but it’s oddly mirrored to your own. His LED lights filter through the color spectrum slowly, a trick to keep his viewers engaged as they anticipate the next color to come if their attention slips from the game.

He looks up and to his right to look into the camera hoping to send the same jolt down your spine that he received earlier. His friends often make fun of him for setting up his angle as ‘Myspace circa 2005’ but it serves its purpose of capturing more of his body into frame. He knows showing as much of himself as possible racks in a lot of his viewership.

He takes advantage of having your eyes focused on him to stretch his arms up and behind him, exposing a thin sliver of skin where his shirt meets his hips. He doesn’t try to hide the grin that spreads as he notices your eyebrow tick. Gotcha.

“Are you ready to finish this or do you need to go do your yoga routine?” Your voice is laced with annoyance now. Jungkook is a master at testing someone’s patience, as his hyungs would confirm, and yours is getting thin, exactly what he’s looking for to have you distracted.

“Let’s get it.” He pulls the sleeves of his hoodie up, exposing his forearms and the tattoos that paint his right arm, rivers of veins swimming between them. It’s nearly impossible to hear the little catch in your breath but he’s sure it was there. He bends back into his position, back curved too much for comfort and fingers heavy on his keyboard as he shifts his focus back to the monitor with the game waiting to restart.

Jungkook maneuvers his character back to the central statue as he had earlier, this time focusing more on taking the side paths rather than go straight for the choke point via the tunnel. He keeps cover behind the buildings, eyes trained on the other side of the plaza waiting for you to slip through but you’re nowhere to be seen.

 His eyes veer to your webcam and your body is poised entirely too comfortably for the amount of stress he feels. Your back is set on your chair, head rested on the built in pillow. Your arms are relaxed as they wrap around one of your legs which has been hiked up onto the seat of your chair. Your fingers dance around the keys almost languidly. Honestly, you look nearly bored. He barely registers a smirk grace your lips before he hears the shot.

ROUND LOST

You stare into the camera, smile both sweet and rage inducing. “Maybe if you kept your eyes on the game you would have seen that coming.”

He doesn’t bother to deign you with a response before the next round starts. Fine, the plaza is clearly too distracting. He’ll stick to his end, make you come to him and he’ll be ready when you get there. He doesn’t go past the choke point, waits for you to show up. You’ll either come by the tunnel or around the side and through the arches. He can’t possibly miss you.

He just needs to wait. You have to be close by now. You’re not as aggressive in your strategy as he is but you’re bound to come looking for him when he isn’t at the statue.

He chances a quick glance to your camera. Your fingers are quick so you’re on the move. Any second.

“Where are you…” he mutters under his breath, forgetting that you can hear the annoyance in his tone. He’s staring the screen down hard, not letting you distract him this time. He triggers his Infrasight and scans the scene but comes up empty. Just buildings and no trace of your silhouette behind any of them.

He’ll never admit that he jumped halfway out of his chair when your Widowmaker suddenly drops right in front of him from above and you shriek, “BOO!”

The strings of expletives that flow out of him are cut off as he rips his headset off. It smashes onto the ground with an alarming crack but he doesn’t care. He’s out of his chair and pacing into a circle around the room as he tries to catch his breath. He can hear your howling laughter from the forgotten equipment on his floor.

It takes a minute but he sits back down and sets up again to see you’re still bent over, giggles coming out of you through your attempts to breathe.

“How the actual fuck did you even get there?” he demands. He’s angry. At you for continuously one upping him or at himself that someone, a girl, can so easily thwart him.

“For someone who mains Widowmaker you do forget about the grappling hook a lot. It’s surprisingly easy to get to the rooves and sashay my murderous little ass right above you and BAM, it’s over, Anakin. I have the high ground.”

It takes some self control not to smile at the reference. Jungkook may be fighting for his ego but he’s a geek first of all and always enjoys a good Star Wars joke.

“You gave up your secrets easily. You won’t catch me off guard next time.” He’s smug in his answer. He’s got you figured out now and he won’t be so simple to take out this round.

It might be the time to add another advantage to his side. He requests your patience just for a minute, it’s hot in the room. That’s a blatant lie. He keeps his streaming room nearly uncomfortably cold so none of his equipment overheats since he runs so many things at once.

He removes his headset, carefully placing them down on his desk this time. He gets up and makes sure he’s still in frame. His face is cut off by the angle but that’s fine, it’s not the most important portion of his plan.

His movements are slow as he takes his hoodie off. Reaches behind him to grasp at the material between his shoulder blades and pulls it over his head. He’s sure to drag it along his body so that the shirt under it pulls up along with it exposing the tight expanse of skin across his abdomen. He purposefully pulls the material nearly up to his clavicles in semblance of trying to find the hem, exposing a shiny glint, and throws the hoodie off to the side.

He finds his seat again with a cocky smirk painted on his lips. His little show only continues with his current state. He had been broke for so long that he didn’t update his wardrobe despite his continued presence at the gym resulting in most of his t-shirts now being more second skin than they are fabric.

He doesn’t miss how your eyes seem to have gotten a shade darker than they were a minute ago. The flex in his bicep as he gets comfortable over his keyboard is subconscious but effective nonetheless.

“Like what you see, princess?” He’s not hiding the smile this time. He knows the effect he has on people and uses his charms like a weapon.

His attacks are usually not so easily countered which he should have seen coming from you by now.

“Nothing that impressive. I just think that if you spent half as much time actually playing the game as you do in the gym you might be better at it.” You’re casual as you shrug him off before sending your own attack his way. “I think you’re right, it is getting a little warm on my end too.”

The regret that fills Jungkook is instant as you pull the zipper of your own hoodie down, eyes hard into the camera. You don’t bother getting up, opting for bending over obscenely as you pull on the ends of your sleeves behind you to free your arms, sending the view of your webcam straight down the top of your shirt. You weren’t wearing an ostentatiously low cut shirt like other women streamers Jungkook has encountered but there’s only so much decency the angle can afford which you knew very well.

The warmth going through Jungkook isn’t fake anymore. He can feel the heat radiating off the tops of his cheeks and the weight of the blood rushing south to settle into his crotch. His choice to wear his grey sweatpants will surely bite him in the ass.

“Problem, baby boy?” He’s completely blue screened, vision only registering at your taunt. You’re back in your previous position only more smug than ever.

He coughs out a, “no” before urging for the game to start again.

He’s out of the spawn point in a flash. He’s back up near the choke point and slips through the arch. He’s heading for the balcony to have some leverage to check the rooves around the plaza to take you down before you even reach his side of the map.

He’s panning the field of view from left to right, as much as he can from his hiding spot behind a wall but there’s no movement. It’s possible that you circumvented the other way and are waiting to fall on his head again so he rushes to the other side of the path to check above him but he never makes it. His character falls as soon as it gets out of cover.

The scream you let out is inhuman, the Joker on crack. It’s high pitched and unrestrained as it devolves into more laughter.

“Omg, you’re so fucking easy to read. Of course you were going to keep your eyes up when I told you that’s how I kept getting you. I pranced my ass straight into the plaza in plain sight and you didn’t bother to look down for a second. You’d make a great pet, you’re so simple to train.”

That last jab sent a bolt of electricity down his spine. It definitely hit him but instead of running through him and stopping behind his eyes as the usual insults tend to make home this one runs down and settles into his lap, the energy still buzzing.

He shifts in his seat and the movement immediately draws your attention.

“Aw, are you squirming? Getting nervous you might be shown up and realize you’re not God’s gift to gaming after all? Or are you nervous you’re being put in your place by a woman? Is that scary for you? Poor little big man ego bruised? Baby needs to go cry to mama?” Your tone is high pitched now, mocking.

This doesn’t help his situation and he can’t possibly hide the growing tent in his pants without being even more obvious. Maybe you won’t pick up that the bulge which very apparently is, in fact, not a banana in his pocket.

But of course the universe exists to bring him pain.

“Oh my god, you’re getting off on this, aren’t you? What is it that’s triggering you, the humiliation or the degradation? Probably both, you sick little freak.” Your words may sound disgusted but the gleeful smile you wear paired with the glint in your eyes shows otherwise.

The look on your face makes it so much worse and he bows his head to get away from it, eyes scrunched tightly so he isn’t faced with the product of your taunts but the soft whimper that escapes him cannot be stopped in time.

The chuckle that leaves you is much more sinister than your earlier ones. It’s filled with something that Jungkook can’t quite identify but courses through him like wildfire. His hands fly from the keyboard to his chair, fingers digging into the leather of his armrests.

“Look up, baby. It’s not nice to ignore someone.” His head snaps up at the command, seemingly out of his control. His eyes are wide and glassy, as if vacant from any thought of his own volition. “That’s funny. You’re so good at taking orders all of a sudden. You act like a big tough man online but you’re just a pathetic little boy that needs to be told what to do, aren’t you?”

Lips tight, teeth biting over them so as to not let anymore treacherous sounds out, he nods. You’d seen right through him since you entered their game. Online persona versus true hidden feelings revealed to you as easily as reading a children’s book.

“That’s what I thought.” He sees your eyes dip down, knows you’re taking in how hard he is, length straining against the fabric. He’s rethinking his choice of going commando. He didn’t expect his regular Overwatch stream to land him in this position. “You look uncomfortable all bent over like that. Tilt your chair back and get cozy, you’re going to need it.” One side of your lips pull up into a vicious smirk. He can’t tell what could possibly be going through your mind but he’s sure he’s about to find out.

The breath he attempts to rush in comes staggered, taking time to settle in his lungs before he blindly grasps at the lever on the side of the chair. He’s careful to push himself down on the backrest to angle himself enough to have a wide range of motion in front of him without impacting the view of your camera.

“You’re doing so well. Breathe, sweetling.” Your voice sounds so comforting, so different from its earlier bite. His eyes close as he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. It takes a couple tries but he finally seems to melt into the cushion of his chair.

The tension in his muscles ebb away and his eyes reopen to find you in his monitor. Your own gaze seems to have a glassy look as you take in his new position.

“I knew you could be a good boy,” you praise, which makes his breath hitch into his throat. He’s put himself in a vulnerable position with you at the helm and he’s still unsure whether that was a good idea.

He can see your eyes dip to his lap and he’s reminded of the compromising view he’s showing off, sweats tight over his crotch. The reminder prompts him to bring his hands down to cover the area, suddenly shy with the dynamic this situation has created.

The rush sends his palms flying downwards with more force than intended. The pressure suddenly pressed onto his shaft rips a moan that reverbs from deep within his chest. He can feel his face heating in embarrassment. Whatever he does just sends him further into distress.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, baby. We haven’t even started. Keep your hands where I tell you. Keep them to yourself for now. Go on, bring them back to the arm rests.”

It’s such an easy request but it takes some effort not to simply ignore your command and instead squeeze and relieve some of the pressure building in his pelvis. His grip is tighter around the arm rests of his chair than it should be but so is the knot inside him just begging to unravel.

“Great job, darling.” There’s a warm feeling in his chest at your words. Not the same heat from the embarrassment you put him through, something more comforting, akin to pride. “Pull your shirt up, you were so keen to show off what was under it earlier.”

Jungkook doesn’t think about the speed at which he brings his body back up into a sitting position to reach behind him and tug at the fabric but he’s quickly stopped by your voice again.

“Ah, ah! I said up not off. You’re not going to start disobeying so soon, are you? We’re going to have to work on your listening skills, brat.”

Jungkook hopes the soft whimper that escapes from the back of his throat isn’t picked up but he knows the quality of his microphone definitely registered it. He tries not to think too hard about that.

He brings himself back onto his chair, back leaning down, chest high and forward. His hand is tempting as he brings the hem of his shirt up slowly to expose the taught skin of his abdomen, fingers rising and falling between the dips of his abs up to the curve of the bottom of his pectoral.

“Go on, I didn’t tell you to stop,” you encourage. He continues the movement until the fabric of his shirt is bunched under his neck, the edges still draped to cover most of his pecs. “Come on now, you were so eager to show off your pretty tits earlier.”

The heat increases with a vengeance, spreading through the entirety of his exposed skin. His hips jerk involuntarily as his t-shirt scrapes over his nipples to finally expose what he knows you’re after. Across each dusken areola is a straight barbell pierced through his nipples keeping them hard and perky.

“So sensitive, aren’t you? Is that why you got those? So that every time your too tight shirts make contact you’re secretly getting turned on? Do your friends know you’re just a little whore behind that tough boy exterior?”

Your words sound far away and his breath feels harder to catch. The room feels hazy. 

“You’ll show me how sensitive it makes you, right? You’ll be good and give me a demonstration? Do it, baby, use your pretty fingers.”

Jungkook hooks the bottom of his shirt over his head to give himself the space and ability to use both hands to roam over the tight planes of his chest. Each palm comes up to cover over a pec, just feeling the warmth radiating from his skin under his touch. He’s taking his time and you don’t push as he squeezes and pinches at the muscle around where he’s desperately craving the stimulation.

He can’t handle teasing himself too long, his body screaming in anticipation. A sharp cry melts into the soundproof foam mounted on his walls when his fingers finally take hold and tweak at his nipples. The stark contrast of the cold metal that pierces through him and the heat of his skin sends him reeling. His mouth easily falls open when he finally makes contact.

“Aww,” you coo at him, “such a responsive little slut, aren’t you? Bet your fingers aren’t enough, huh? Wish it was my hands on you instead?” You bring your hand up in front of you to examine it, to make him imagine how it’d feel on him instead of his own. “My nails are a little sharp but that’s the best part isn’t it? Want me to leave marks in your soft skin? Scratched up so everyone knows you belong to me? Is that even enough or do you need teeth? Bet you'd look so pretty, all littered in bite marks.”

The electricity blossoms from each nipple and blooms across his chest moving down to take root in his pelvis, the jolt ending at his balls which ache with the weight of his want. The roughness of the fabric of his sweats rubs at the head of his cock from the force at which his shaft strains against the fabric. The torture is too much and not enough all at once. He can feel the wetness spread from where his slit pushes against the cotton as his precome starts to leak out of him.

Your eyes darken along with the spot, both incentives pushing his desire further. His right hand abandons its post on his nipple and slowly drags itself down to the hem of his pants. It stops to grab onto the waistband. He understands the rules of this game.

Jungkook’s eyes dig into yours and awaits your response. A smirk spans across your lips as you take in his position, hand still and grasping to avoid breaking and dipping lower than it’s allowed.

“You want to play with your little cock, darling?” His breath sticks in his throat, a nod being the only answer he can muster. “Tsk, that won’t do. I’ll give you what you want but you need to ask for it properly. Use your words.”

His knuckles turn white as his fist tightens and a shiver runs through him. He can feel the wave start at his scalp and move agonizingly slowly down his spine, body thrusting as it follows the sensation. “Please,” he implores.

“Good boy. Go on then.”

His fist dives into his pants at an embarrassing speed but the sigh of relief that escapes him is worth it. There are noises filling the room but he ignores the fact they’re all coming from him, soft whimpers and sweet whines as his grip around his shaft moves slowly up and down.

“Are you going to keep all the best parts to yourself? Such a greedy baby. Pull it out for me. Don’t you want to show off your pretty little pierced cock?”

All movement stops. Jungkook’s head flies up to look at his monitor. You look as calm and collective as ever. Your smile seems sweet but he knows the vicious words those lips can form. His eyes fall to his lap and although his dick is clearly imprinted across the fabric there’s no way you could have noticed those details, especially not with his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“Did you think you were sneaky? Take a look at yourself right now,” you instruct. He brings his gaze over to the corner of the monitor where his own webcam is reflecting the show he’s been putting on. “All those tattoos?” His eyes follow the span of his right arm, ink decorating every inch from shoulder down to where his forearm disappears into his pants knowing it goes to the tip of his fingers. “The piercings? Your eyebrow, your ears, your lip, you pretty little nipples. They’re everywhere. Are you going to try to make me believe a little painslut like you hasn’t brought it down to the most sensitive part?”

There are no words to defend himself. There’s no defense at all, you’re right. He’d started with his ears as a teenager and only getting more daring as the years went on. The burn of each new piercing only good enough to last for him the healing time before going to chase the sensation again.

He chooses to ignore the taunt and follow your earlier request of pulling himself out. He lifts his ass off his chair enough to pull his pants down to his knees, exposing thick thighs and sending his dick smacking against his abdomen.

He’s not exactly small, the head resting comfortably just under his navel. He can easily touch his thumb to his fingers once they’re wrapped around the shaft but he also knows his own hand is much bigger than the feminine ones that otherwise try their grip. His thoughts wander to the size of your own hands and how they would look wrapped around him.

He keeps his hand off himself for now to give you time to form your next order. You don’t give him any insight to your thoughts as you just take him in. You’d never admit that you were slightly off in your guess. You expected a barbell to peek out of the slit and curve down just under the edge of his defined mushroom head. A Prince Albert is the most standard you’ve seen in your own experiences. Instead you can see the bottom of his shaft lined with 4 straight barbells going down in a line. A Jacob’s Ladder is much more aesthetic and you’re not entirely surprised with his choice. It’s clear Jungkook puts a lot of thought into his appearance and getting four times the pain fits with what you’ve been discovering about him.

Despite all this all you tell him is, “pretty.” It all works just as well for what you’re aiming for. It’s clear that Jungkook gets plenty of female attention if his ego was anything to go by. You’re sure he’s gotten compliments about his sexy body and handsome face but you love seeing a man get flustered when receiving a stereotypically feminine compliment. Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes a few times to try to fish for a response but he comes up empty. You can’t help the giggle that slips out seeing him all exposed and under your control but get shy over such a simple comment.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Will you show me how you make yourself feel good?” The instruction brings him back to the situation at hand, as if suddenly remembering he’s sitting naked in front of this stranger, humiliation having taken a turn.

The grip he had on himself had loosened in surprise at your call out but tightens with renewed vigor. A choked gasp slips from between his lips, mouth still open from the shock.

“Always in a rush. Do you need instructions for everything? Can’t calm down enough to pace yourself? Are you doing it on purpose? You just want my help?”

He shakes his head in response to the taunt. He’s not being bad on purpose. He’s just trying to follow your direction. You asked him to do what feels good and this does.

There’s a low hum buzzing in his headset as you contemplate his answer. “I don’t think I believe you. You’ve been such a brat. I think you just want to see me angry.”

His eyes widen a little wider at your words. You could get worse? His dick pulses at the thought and his hand clenches around it to stop it from jumping too obviously.

“Guess we’ll just have to take it one step at a time then. Listen well, I don’t want to have to repeat myself. Hands off,” you order.

His hand flies away as if burnt. His palms lay tense but still on his thighs as he waits for the first command. There’s a tremble in his extremities. Is it attributed to the anticipation or the degradation? He doesn’t have time to think and determine the answer before your next words come floating at him.

“Good. Now, slowly, bring your right hand to your cute little dick. Just your fingertips. A light touch. I bet your skin is so soft, isn’t it?” 

His hand follows your voice. The pads of his fingers are ghosting over his thigh, up towards his pelvis, over his balls and agonizingly slowly up his shaft. He can feel the protrusions of each of the metal barbells under his skin. Bump, bump, bump, bump until he reaches the head. It’s silky and wet from the precum that leaks from the tip.

The low groan he lets out is the indication you’re waiting for to give him his next praise. It’s clear from the visible throbbing of his cock that he’s desperate to move faster but he keeps the same soft touch you asked for.

“You’re doing so well, darling. Such a good boy. Do you want more? You know how to ask for it. Go on.” The noise that escapes him is tortuous, part moan and part whine, lament on his tongue but he pleads so prettily for you to let him feel more.

“Please, please, please.”

You allow him a strong grip, a long sigh of relief but don’t let him quicken the pace. It’s still the sluggish up and down motion that teases the piercings that line under his shaft. His breath is shaky and the noises escape him involuntarily. Although you have all the control his body is losing the little it had left.

“So noisy. Good little toys are quiet.” You weren’t going to admit that seeing a man of his stature be rendered to a whining mess by a few little remarks is your favorite music but you know forcing them down only makes them sing so much sweeter later. “Do I need to shut you up? Baby needs a gag, hmm?”

Jungkook doesn’t need to peek at his monitor to see that his pupils have blown at the suggestion. His mouth waters and the swallowing motion is obvious as he tries not to drool which only sparks your tormenting ideas.

“You can put your mouth to use if you can’t keep it shut. You’ve got a free hand, go ahead and put your fingers between those plump lips.” He’s no stranger to putting his fingers in other people’s mouths, tongue slipping between his digits so he can be at the helm of torture himself but he’s rarely at the receiving end.

The weight of two fingers rest unfamiliarly heavy on his tongue but the warm and wet feeling that surrounds them sends him spiraling. He’s trying his best not to disobey and be loud but the stimulation feels so good that he can’t stop the moan that reverberates around his fingers.

“Tsk, clearly not enough. You can fit more in there, can’t you?” You’re pushing at his comfort zone but he’s not the type to back down. A few more fingers won’t hurt. It’s not long until he has four fingers second knuckle deep in his mouth, jaw stretched and aching to accommodate the intrusion.

“You’re doing perfectly, darling. You can put them in further, can’t you? I bet you love shoving your cock in someone’s throat so you can handle some fingers in there, right? Some girls can’t possibly handle more than you, huh?” You’re pushing at his ego, knowing exactly which buttons to press to spark his competitive side.

His eyes narrow at the assumption. Whatever you think he can handle he’ll show that he exceeds those expectations. He’s a little too rough with his urge to prove himself and pushes his fingers further in with too much force which sets off his gag reflex. His hand pulls away from his mouth, to allow him cough and catch his breath. His face is heated and strings of spit connect his mouth to his fingers now held awkwardly in front of him.

Your dark chuckle echoes in his ears at the sight. You knew this would happen, exactly what you were aiming for. Always pushing just hard enough for him to embarrass himself slightly but he’s been putting himself in those positions voluntarily. You might be saying the right things to push his limits but never enough to truly manipulate him into positions he doesn’t want to be in.

 “Aww, guess you’ll need to work on your breathing when your mouth is full, sweetling. But now that your fingers are nice and wet how about you take advantage of the situation? Your balls look so heavy and full. Don’t you need some relief?”

He jumps at the opportunity, bringing his hand down, past where his right is still clinging to his cock to cup at his balls. He hadn’t gotten laid in a few weeks and the focus on the competitive season had taken too much of his free time to allow himself some self appointed release. Finally having his hand gently fondling reminds him of how achey they’d been since the start of this strange position.

“Squeeze harder. You love the pain, don’t you? Show me how much you can take.” The taunting has made him sensitive and the rough restraint surrounding both his balls and shaft sends jolts through him. Little pinches from his fingers shoot shocks to every part of his body, knot clenching in his abdomen. You’re so pleased at how well he’s following your instructions. The toxic gamer boy you met not even an hour ago is nowhere to be found, making way for a perfect little doll to play with.

“Have you had enough teasing, baby? You ready to get started?” Started?? As if all the torment you’ve put him through has just been child’s play. He’s not sure how much more he can take but he’ll easily continue to follow, preemptively drunk on the high he knows you’ll send him on. The long moan he lets out is enough of an answer for you.

“Good. Spit in your hand, sweetling, we don’t want you too dry and hurt yourself.” Between the jabs you do want him to actually enjoy himself. There’s no pause to do as he’s told, eager to finally reach the relief you keep nudging away from him.

He’s sufficiently slicked up for his hand to move easily in a jerking motion, whine high in his throat. You play nice and let him set his pace while still giving simple requests: squeeze, pinch, twist, harder, faster, tighter.

He becomes a wiggling mess near instantly. His chest heaves and hips thrust erratically into his fist. His slit leaks profusely and you’re enthralled at the sight, so much that you nearly miss the moment when he’s about to lose himself. You’ve still got a few more tricks up your sleeve.

“Stop.” The command is plain, straightforward and cannot be misinterpreted. His hand jumps from the rhythm it had set, excruciatingly quick and tight. He’s clearly heard you but practically too far gone to obey. “You’re not going to make me repeat myself, are you, doll?”

It’s enough to have him rip his hands off himself and grasp at the armrests of his chairs once more, nails practically ripping into the leather with the force necessary to control himself. The frustration is audible in the loud groan that’s ripped out of him, long and tormented, ending in a sob.

“Oh, god. Why? I was finally so close! You’re cruel.” His voice cracks with the force of trying to keep the tears that spring to his eyes from falling.

“Aw, honey, don’t cry. It’s your own fault. You were so close to cumming but you were forgetting your manners. I don’t recall you asking for permission, do you?”

His jaw is clenched, trying to avoid letting out his irritation at you. Annoying you now will only set his fate in stone and you’ll never let him cum at all. “No, I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“So polite, I knew you could do it. Ready to get back to it?”

No words are needed to answer, hands just jumping back to their earlier position, spit renewed and slick on his skin. He focuses to stay more in the moment, listening to your voice as it tells him little movements you want. The heavenly twist as the tightest part of his fist passes over his piercings right under the head. The swipe of his thumb over the slit every time he reaches the top, encircling the tip before it sinks back down to the base. The pull at his balls synchronized with the tug at the end of his cock.

His end is coming back quickly, the edging he’s been put under losing as his self control escapes him. He’s learned his earlier lesson. His eyes find yours in the monitor, both of you staring each other down. Your eyebrow ticks when you notice irregularity of his thrusts, cadence breaking.

“Please!” he begs. “Please, let me cum. I need to cum, please please,” he rambles on. He continues to implore you, unsure if his pleading is still making sense. His pride means nothing in the moment, reprieve the only thing he can focus on anymore.

“Of course, darling. Go ahead,” you allow him.

His head is thrown back with the force of the relief he is finally given. He tries so hard to keep his eyes on yours as he falls apart. He wants to see your reaction to achieving what you’ve been working on but the wave that sweeps through him is too strong and his eyes close briefly as he feels his balls emptying, jet spraying over his abdomen, a few stray drops going as far as to reach his cheek.

Everything feels too hot. The fire under his skin. The stuffiness of the room around him. The cum that marks him the entirety of his chest which will quickly become a sticky mess.

Jungkook expected a genuine smile to finally grace your features by this point. He’d followed all your commands, he’d been so good but the same sadistic smirk is all that he finds once he manages to look back at you.

“Keep going.”

Keep going? Keep what going? He’s empty, dick starting to slump back towards the ground.

“Don’t look so clueless. You asked to cum and I allowed it. You never said anything about asking to stop so take your pretty little dick back in your hand and keep going.”

Crazy. You’re devil incarnate, a demon in a pretty girl’s skin. Yet instead of closing the call and ignoring you he still reaches to grasp himself again.

There’s uncomfortable jolts of electricity going through him. He’s still too sensitive, the friction on his shaft sending his nervous system into overdrive. He reaches up to play at his nipples again. He knows how responsive his body is with the right stimulation. A few pinches and tweaks will have him hard again near instantly. He silently thanks the refractory period of being a horny dude in his twenties.

He’s back at full mast soon enough but the sensitivity is still too high, body jerking every time his fingers accidentally go too high and scrape against the head of his cock.

“You can do it properly, can’t you? Stroke your gorgeous cock like you mean it.” Only whimpers come as an answer. He can follow your directions. He wants to please you so badly. His eyes are squinted shut with the effort it takes to reach the tip and squeeze and twist around the head.

“Fuck! Hurts,” he complains, words barely being able to be formed between the pained wails. Breathing is becoming harder through the agony. His thighs are shaking, spasms wracking through his body as he tries to keep his pace.

“You love it when it hurts, don’t you? My perfect little painslut.” The agony he’s putting himself through is worth every second if it’s rewarded with your praises.

He desperately needs incentive to keep pushing towards his goal. His free hand is moving steadily upwards, over his chest, shiver rocking through him as he grazes his nipple again to settle at the base of his throat.

His head stretches back to expose as much of his neck as he can, muscles tensing as he wraps his hand around the column. He misses the hitch in your own breath at the view. He’s a beautiful mess and completely wrapped around your finger.

“Of course you’d like to be choked. Masochistic whore like you? Go on, squeeze, baby.”

The world turns dull around him. The darkness behind his closed eyes explodes in a world of color. There’s a cramp in his fingers as they dig into his skin. His throat is raw from the screams he’s letting out and the room is filled with the obscene slippery sounds of his hand jerking through the cum that’s now sticky against him but none of the sound registers in his ears. The only melody that enters through the fog in his brain in your voice as it calls to him one last time.

“Let go, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me.”

His hand releases his neck from its grasp and everything collapses around him. Air rushes back to his brain and lungs in a crashing wave. The pain previously holding onto each of his nerve endings lets go into euphoria as a new flow of cum spurts out of him, albeit not as impressive as the first. Most of it ends up being forcefully milked out of his slit as it settles pathetically over his tattooed knuckles.

His whole body quivers for far too long, floating in exhilaration. It takes time for Jungkook to come back to his senses. There’s a thin film of sweat covering him and a dopey smile on his face at the bliss he’s been hurled into.

When he thinks he’s finally strong enough to handle the weight of his body back into a sitting position he searches for your eyes, ready to see how you’ve been affected by the whole thing only to be met with a dark screen. Your webcam has been turned off, the call disconnected.

All he’s left with is the chat window where a new message can be seen, a link to a Twitch page. He’s following it to a user page where he can see a picture of you in the circular shape next to your gamertag.

Audreonne ✓ 

5M followers

His attention is ripped away by a new incoming Discord notification.

Taebae95: You beat her yet?

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Masterlist || Rematch 

[hwangyeonjun]

masterlist to my 2021 kinktober.

disclaimer: all works are work of fiction. i do not claim any of these people and in no way do i say and/or think that they act this way in real life.

all of these works will contain suggestive and/or filthy content so if you’re a minor please do not interact with this masterlist and works from it.

also english is not my native language, so i apologise for my mistakes and lack of vocabulary.

© HWANGYEONJUN, 2021-2023. All rights reserved. All original written works posted on this blog are protected under the international copyright law. I do not allow any reposts, translations or derivatives of my work, regardless of credited or not.

NAVIGATION

01 - daddy kink (choi yeonjun x reader)

02 - possessiveness (jeon jungkook x reader)

03 - choking (choi beomgyu x reader)

04 - bondage (jung wooyoung x reader)

05 - temperature play (hwang hyunjin x reader)

06 - hair pulling (seo changbin x reader)

07 - overstimulation (jay x reader)

08 - size kink (choi soobin x reader)

09 - thigh riding (lee minho x reader)

10 - sex toys (kim seokjin x reader)

11 - degradation (kim hongjoong x reader)

12 - praise kink (park jimin x reader)

13 - blowjob (choi san x reader)

14 - hand kink (yang jeongin x reader)

15 - public sex (kang yeosang x reader)

16 - breeding kink (kim taehyung x reader)

17 - threesome (jung wooyoung x reader x choi yeonjun)

18 - somnophilia (park seonghwa x reader)

19 - corruption kink (bang chan x reader)

20 - mutual masturbation (lee heeseung x reader)

21 - mirror sex (park sunghoon x reader)

22 - dry humping (jung hoseok x reader)

23 - edging (kim namjoon x reader)

24 - cock warming (min yoongi x reader)

25 - vanilla sex (kim seungmin x reader)

26 - voyeurism (choi jongho x reader)

27 - cunnilingus (jake x reader)

28 - shower sex (felix x reader)

29 - hate sex (han jisung x reader)

30 - blindfolding (kang taehyun x reader)

31 - role play (jeong yunho x reader)

BONUS

32 - food play (mark tuan x reader)

33 - punishment (lim jaebeom x reader)

34 - making love (jackson wang x reader)

35 - riding (park jinyoung x reader)

36 - squirting (choi youngjae x reader)

37 - phone sex (bambam x reader)

38 - dom/sub (kim yugyeom x reader)

[issamultistan]

kinktober 2020

bukakke. | jung jaehyun ft. ‘97 line

paring: college!97line x gn!reader

wc: 489 (four hundred eighty-nine)

written: october 4th 2020

warnings: nsfw content, cursing

contents: dom!97line, sub!reader, race neutral reader, college!au, bukakke, cumplay, cock slapping, restraints, humiliation, spitting, no actual sex!!, slight owner kink, established relationship with jaehyun, use of “baby”, “whore”

notes: this is honestly a good drabble ,, anyways ‘97 LINE IM RIGHT HERE USE ME AS YOUR PERSONAL CUMDUMP!!!!!

sure, being a reserved and quiet student on campus while dating one of the most popular students in college was a bit of a scene to see. no one would’ve guessed that jaehyun sparked an interest in you rather than the rest of the people here that was head over heels for him.

and being jaehyun’s lover meant that you needed to get used to his obscenely large friend group. it took awhile to get used to meet all his friends and live comfortably. jaehyun wasn’t a rowdy person though, he loved and cared for you. you trust him a lot, so asking if it would be okay to try something sexual with his boys was in the clear for you.

leaving you currently in jaehyun’s room, completely naked and jaehyun’s belt binding your wrists behind your back, with cum stains all over you mouth and chest. you already met all the boys so you were a bit at ease, knowing their personalities a bit.

you tried to hold back your tears, wanting some touch, that included trying create little to no friction with your thighs. “look at them! so cute trying to get a dick in them.” mingyu laughed as he grabbed your chin too look at your tears. jaehyun smiled, as the rest of his friends eyed you down, all he could think of right now is to fuck you until you can’t walk.

jungkook stares at your cheeks for a moment before whispering to jaehyun for an approval. jaehyun nods but gives his friend a strong look. just because they were sharing his lover doesn’t mean they can make a move. jungkook smirks and slapped you with his own dick. it was one of the least expected thing that you thought would’ve happened tonight is getting dick slapped.

“baby open your mouth.” jaehyun instructed. you obeyed and sticked your tongue out as well, not knowing in a few moments, yugyeom, bambam and the8 would spit down your throat. it was an odd but new feeling, getting others peoples spit running down your throat was enticing.

eunwoo comes behind you and opens up your mouth again, prying them open with a hand at your chin, pushing it down. dk takes his thumb and swipes your lower lip, “why isn’t y/n such an adorable whore, you’re begging for your mouth to be filled with cum, aren't you?” you nod repeatedly like a obedient puppy.

more and more rounds of cum shot down your chest, dripping to your thighs and their cum all over your face. soon after the boys thanked you and left to go home after. you weakly try to prop yourself up but jaehyun was quick to put you over his shoulder and pin you on the bed.

“oh? does my little y/n think they’re done? you’ve been a whore all night to my boys, let your owner show you who you’ll always fucking belong to.”

masterlist !

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[rainy-bangbeom]

Keep Your Enemies Close | Kim Yugyeom (m)

pairing(s): Kim Yugyeom x Fem!Reader

genre: Smut, Best Friends to Enemies to Friends w/ Benefits!AU

warnings: Mature language, explicit sexual content (18+), unprotected sex (please always remember to practice safe and protected sex), Dom!Yugyeom, sub!Reader, rough sex, heavy petting, dirty talk, name-calling (slut, whore, etc.), praise, degradation, thigh riding, fingering (f), clit play, oral (m), face fucking, spanking, multiple orgasms, squirting, possessiveness and some jealousy, begging, hair pulling, Gyeom’s sinful hips 

word count: 3,6k

synopsis: You never knew exactly why you and Yugyeom started to hate each other, but maybe it’s not such a bad thing after all.

You carefully paint the lipstick across your lips—the color complementing the subtle blush on your cheeks and the eyeshadow lined delicately along your lids. You debated earlier whether or not to go with your usual clubbing look, but ultimately settled on going all out for this particular outing. You want to look really, really good, like “men dropping to their knees and begging you to kick them in the balls” type good. 

Once you’re satisfied, you tuck your lipstick into your handbag along with your phone and other personal belongings. You smooth out your favorite clubbing dress, which is a nice blend of undeniably sexy and elegant beyond belief. Just looking at yourself in your full-length mirror, you feel like a fucking goddess… It’s definitely going to be a good night.  

You slide the matching heels on your feet, thankful that they aren’t too high. The last time you went clubbing, you wore a pair of four-inch pumps per the recommendation of your best friend. Your feet hurt so bad, you could barely walk the next day. You will not be making that same mistake again. 

After one final appearance check, you exit your bedroom and head downstairs where you know your brother and his best friend are watching some stupid, low-budget rendition of Fifty Shades of Grey. Your heels click against the wooden stairs, announcing your presence to the two men. You hold back an eye-roll as your brother switches the TV to a different channel before shifting to meet your gaze. His eyebrows immediately raise as he drinks in your appearance, his jaw nearly dropping to the carpet. 

“Wow… You look great, (Y/N).” 

“Thanks, Bam.” You scale the remaining steps to fully enter the living room. Using a nearby decorative mirror, you adjust your hair back into its styled place before continuing, “I don’t know what time I’ll be back. Don’t bother waiting up for me.” 

“Aren’t you a little young to be clubbing?” 

You nearly roll your eyes at the comment from the other party in the room. After inhaling a frustrated huff, you turn back to send a glare in his direction. 

“Screw off.” 

Yugyeom, otherwise known as Bambam’s best friend since forever, has always poked fun at your younger age for as long as you can remember. You and your brother are barely a year apart from each other, also meaning that you and Yugyeom share a mere couple of months in age difference. Funnily enough, Yugyeom is completely aware of your hatred toward such comments, which is exactly why he reminds you of your youngster status every chance he gets in order to piss you off. 

“Calm your tits, (Y/N). I’m just kidding around.” Yugyeom’s chuckle has your blood bubbling like a volcano ready to erupt. “I’m actually surprised how well you pull off the hooker look—you definitely look like you belong on the side of the road.” 

You don’t know exactly when your rivalry with Yugyeom began. In fact, up until middle school, the three of you used to form an unbreakable trio. You did everything together, from sleepovers to midnight getaways to end-of-the-year pranks. Aside from Bambam, Yugyeom was the only other person who knew you inside and out. You’d say the two of you were close—really close. That was until high school started, and the two of you just kind of drifted apart. 

To this day, you still don’t exactly know why your close friendship dwindled. You two have just hated each other ever since. 

The temptation to run over and slap the smirk off his face is enticing indeed, but the threat of ruining your appearance makes you stay in place. You settle with sending him the finger instead before shifting your focus down to your phone, discovering a new text message informing you that your best friend will be here in about two minutes. 

“Just don’t bring another guy home like last time.” A visible shiver rocks Bambam’s lean body. You have to hold back a laugh at the terrified expression etched across his face. “I still have nightmares when I walked in on you fucking in the kitchen. We eat on that table, you know.” 

“No promises.” You smirk, “And I thought you’d be more concerned if I fucked on your bed?” 

“Oh my—don’t play with me like that.” 

From the corner of your eye, you notice the deep frown written across Yugyeom’s face. Deeming it a usual sign of annoyance, you shake the thought from mind and move to check your messages for any new updates. A knock at the front door steals your attention instead, and you waste no time throwing it open and tackling the visitor with a hug.  

“Hey! C’mon in!” You open the door wide for your best friend after releasing her from your embrace, stepping aside as she makes her way inside. Her wolf whistle sends prowess through your veins, spinning around to grant her a full-body showcase of tonight’s fit. 

“Damn, mommae! Fuck me up!” 

You giggle, “Shut up. You’re so annoying.” 

“Mark is seriously not going to be able to keep his hands off you.” She cackles, forming a lewd gesture with her fingers. “Babe, you’re going to get dicked down good tonight.” 

You and Mark have had a small thing going for a couple of weeks now. You met him at Yugyeom’s dance studio and have been meeting up with him at the local club every Friday night since then. That’s how you usually come about your fuck buddies. 

You and Mark haven’t slept together yet, but you’re seriously hoping he’ll be the one to make you see stars. Your previous partners weren’t exactly attentive when it came to your sexual gratification. That’s one of the reasons why you usually start your relationships with sex before budding out from there. 

Hopefully, Mark will be the one.  

“You’re still seeing that scrawny crybaby?” 

You bite your tongue, forcing back a smart ass retort. Ignoring Yugyeom, you and your best friend make a couple of final adjustments to your appearance. Just as you’re about to walk out the door, Yugyeom tests your patience once again: 

“I bet he’s never even made you cum.” 

Now as true as his statement is, hearing those words fall from his lips just pushed you over the edge. With an ugly sneer, you whirl around and snap at the bane of your existence, “You don’t know a fucking thing.” 

Yugyeom smirks and leans back into the sofa. “Touched a nerve, did I?”

“Fuck off, asshat.” 

“I’m right then. Sounds like you’re sleeping with a sluggish bastard, (Y/N).” 

“Last I checked, I didn’t need your approval in the guys I sleep with.” At your comment, Yugyeom’s eyes darken. A shudder crawls down your spine at the pitch blackness of his irises, anger and what you probably mistake as jealousy glaring in your direction. You send him a final frown before turning to your friend. “Ready?” 

“Been ready, babe.” 

Without so much as a farewell, you follow her out the door. The anticipation of seeing Mark, pushing him up against the wall and sucking him off a lot stronger than before. 

“You sure you’ll be okay?” 

You grant your best friend a pointed look. “I’ll be fine. Can you let me out of the fucking car now?” 

She scoffs and unlocks the car doors. “Don’t be all pissy with me just because Mark refused to sleep with you. Some guys aren’t all about sex, (Y/N).” 

You don’t answer, too frustrated, both mentally and sexually,  and too exhausted to argue, and stomp your way up the front steps. When you enter through the front door, the house is pitch black. You aren’t surprised, seeing as it’s past three in the morning and the boys are usually asleep by one. 

You make your way upstairs, ready to unpack your normal appearance from your party outfit and sleep tomorrow away. Your plans of a hot shower and well-slept night are put on hold when you open your bedroom door—for sitting on your bed is none other than the last person you want to see. 

“Why the hell are you in my room!?” 

Yugyeom doesn’t respond, scanning your appearance from head to toe. You feel tiny beneath his scrutinizing gaze, modestly covering the exposed section of your chest with crossed arms. If Yugyeom notices your uneasiness, he doesn’t comment, answering your previous inquiry with a murmur: 

“Waiting for you.” 

“Well I’m here, so you can fuck off now.” You retreat toward your vanity, stripping each piece of jewelry from your body. Yugyeom shows no initiative in leaving and continues to eye you from his seat on your bed. A strange, fuzzy heat stirs in your stomach, lifting warmth to your cheeks. You try to ignore the strange feeling, busying yourself with slipping the bracelets from your wrist. 

By the time you’re finished, Yugyeom still has yet to follow your demand. 

“Leave, shitface. I’m serious.” 

“Or what?” 

Yugyeom’s challenge makes your eyes widen in surprise. Beneath the combination of his dark tone and piercing gaze, you feel small. You avoid his eyes, finding interest in your painted fingernails and well-cared-for cuticles.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)? Where’d your ballsiness run off to?” Your body tenses as Yugyeom rises from your bed and walks to where you’re standing. He stretches his arms on either side of you, caging you between him and your dresser. You gulp, hoping he can’t sense the slight desire coursing throughout your veins. 

“Did you sleep with that son of a bitch?” 

Your cheeks jaw drops at his demand. “Wh-What?” 

“You heard me. Did you sleep with that asshole?” 

If this was like any other time, you would have answered untruthfully so as to get a rise out of the man who goes out of his way to make your life a living hell. But beneath his black gaze, you’re almost too afraid to make him even more pissed than he already seems to be. 

You swallow around the stone in your throat before murmuring, “No… Why do you care anyway?” 

If possible, Yugyeom’s eyes darken even more. He leans closer, enough to where you can feel his hot breath caressing your skin. Out of instinct, your hands fly to his chest. You initially mean to push him away, but the dizziness overtaking your mind and the neediness of your core quickly erase that intention—in fact, you want him even closer. 

The same person you hate with every drop of blood in your body.

“You know what I thought of all night?” Your breath hitches as Yugyeom’s hand appears on your knee only to lift to caress your inner thigh. His touch leaves fire across your skin while the growl that leaves his lips sends a wave of heat straight into your underwear. “I thought of that bastard between your legs—doing as he fucking pleased while you wasted this gorgeous, perfect body on him.” 

“Y-Yugyeom…” Your whimper sounds as Yugyeom cups your core, his middle finger tapping just over where your bundle of nerves ia hidden beneath the fabric. His other hand snakes up your neck, his fingers tightening around your jaw. 

“Did you ever fucking know? Every guy that you spread your legs for and couldn’t even get a rise—it was fucking torture.” Yugyeom stares straight into your eyes as he smacks the inside of your thigh. You whimper again, whining at the hand just hovering over where you want him most. “You deserve to be treated like a goddess and fucked like a queen—I can do that, babygirl…” He murmurs, “I can put all those boys to shame when I make you cum over and over again…” 

You don’t hesitate this time: 

“Do it then. Fuck me like how I deserve to be fucked.” 

“With pleasure.” 

Yugyeom pulls away, grabs your hands, and drags you back toward your bed. He takes a seat again, reaching under your dress to maneuver your panties down your legs. The garment pools at your feet and you’re quick to step out of them. The male tugs you down to straddle his jean-clad thigh. The rough, denim material against your bare core sends a spark of heat through your body. 

“Ride my thigh, baby. Use my body to get yourself off.” He helps you rock your hips back and forth, and the unbelievable friction has your body withering. You mold into his broad stature, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you do as he requests. Your relief doesn’t last though when Yugyeom entangles his fingers in your hair and yanks. Hard. 

You moan, exposing your neck to your companion. He leans forward, littering your skin with sloppy kisses and harmless bites. His other hand strikes against your ass, earning a sharp cry from your throat and an increase in speed from your hips. 

He smirks, “That’s right, (Y/N). Just like that, gorgeous.” 

“Gyeom…” You whine the nickname you haven’t used since high school—it feels right coming from your lips. You can’t remember why you ever stopped calling him that in the first place. 

A familiar knot tightens within your stomach, one you’ve only felt during late-night sessions with yourself. Gasping for air, you quicken your grinds, craving even more friction over your throbbing clit. You wouldn’t be surprised if Yugyeom’s jeans are completely drenched with your juices by now. 

Your eyes flutter as the tightness expands in your core. “I-I’m—I’m-” 

“Do it, baby girl. Cum all over my thighs like a good little slut.” 

 At his dirty words, the pressure erupts and floods your body with white, hot pleasure. You moan and tremble against Yugyeom, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as your orgasm rocks your entire form. When it’s over, you collapse against him exhausted and panting for air. 

Yugyeom guides you to lay back on the bed with the gentleness of holding a baby bird. You welcome the plush of your mattress against your body, almost drifting off to sleep right then and there. However, it seems your companion has different plans for you:

“Fuck!” You hold back a scream, cupping your hand over your mouth. Opening your eyes, you peer down to see Yugyeom working a single finger inside your wet hole. He sends you another smirk, pushing a second digit in with the first. 

You keen at the stretch his fingers provide, humming in content at being filled. Your walls clench, almost as if trying to suck them in even more. Yugyeom, with an expression of fascination, watches how your entrance swallows his digits, spilling more of your juices down his wrist. He lurches forward to lap at the liquid before looking up toward you with a predatory gaze and licking his lips. “You taste better than I ever imagined…” 

“You—shit… You imagined this?” 

Yugyeom chuckles, “Oh baby, I’ve been waiting for a moment to make you mine for years, ever since you started dating that good for nothing class president back in sophomore year.” 

“But—fuck, Gyeom!” Your retort is cut off when he roughly plunges his fingers inside your core, using his thumb to run circles over your clitoris. The bundle is already rubbed raw from your journey on his thigh, making his touch just on the verge of painful. You welcome the sensation though—you welcome anything he gives you. 

Using his free hand, Yugyeom pulls the neckline of your dress down to expose your braless breasts. A deep groan rumbles through his chest as he takes your left one in his palm, kneading at the flesh eagerly. “No bra, (Y/N)? You’re so fucking hot.” 

“Yugyeom, please.” You plead, reaching down to grasp his hand on your chest. “I want you inside me.” 

“You’ll be patient and wait for my cock like a good cockslut.” Yugyeom hisses, adding a third finger. A loud moan drips from your lips, your hands limply falling to your side. He chuckles, bending his fingers against your throbbing walls again and again and again. “God, if you feel this tight around my fingers, I can only imagine how you’ll swallow my cock…” 

Your second orgasm creeps up on you, leaving you once again gasping and writhing against the mattress. Yugyeom continues to feed his fingers inside you and thumb at your clit to prolong your ride. The stimulation eventually grows to be too much, forcing your body to squirm away from his touch. Taking pity on you, Yugyeom removes his fingers and pops them in his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. 

Your gaze trails down his broad body, discovering a prominent bulge present in the front of his jeans. Pushing your exhaustion aside, you make your way off the bed onto your knees in front of him. Yugyeom removes his shirt as you unbutton his jeans, pulling them along with his boxers down his thick thighs. Your core awakens at the sight of his hard cock, your mouth watering at the sight. 

You lick his member from the base up to the tip, sucking lightly on his head. Yugyeom releases a high-pitched whine, burying his fingers within your hair. You allow him to push your mouth down to take him past your lips, gagging when his tip strikes the back of your throat. He chuckles at your noises, caressing your head. 

“All those times you ran your damn mouth, I always thought of making you choke around my cock—of shutting you up like a good whore.” 

You clench your thighs at his lewd words, lapping eagerly at his length. He takes his lips between his teeth, bucking his hips forward. You gargle, tears welling in your eyes. Yugyeom fucks your throat nice and slow, savoring each choke, whine, and swallow. He wipes your tears, which trail black from your mascara, while humming, “You look so pretty when you cry… My beautiful slut—fuck this, I need to be inside you right now.” 

Yugyeom pulls you to your feet, slips off your dress, and spins your body around all in a matter of seconds. He shoves you onto the mattress, positioning you on your hands and knees. You whine as he teases his cock against your entrance, attempting to push back against him and force him inside, but he curbs your impatience with a warning spank. 

After what seems like forever, Yugyeom finally pushes inside. You release a blend of a sigh of relief and a content moan, enjoying the way your walls hug his cock so tightly. Yugyeom lowers to cage your body underneath his own, kissing along your neck and shoulders. He carefully guides the rest of his dick inside of you until his hips meet the plush of your ass. 

“Shit! You feel so good, baby girl—clenching around me…” Yugyeom whispers in your ear, landing another strike against your already aching cheeks. You lurch forward at the harsh spank, craving the sting that his heavy hand brings. As if reading your mind, he delivers another round of hits to your flesh. “Do you think any of those other guys you fucked could ever make you feel like this? Could Mark ever fuck you this good?” 

Your hands fist at the sheets as Yugyeom immediately sets a fast and rough pace. his thrusts ruthless and filled with determination. As best as you can answer, you shake your head. 

Yugyeom chuckles, “To think it took this long for me to fuck this slutty cunt. Whose pussy does this belong to, baby?” 

“You—it’s yours.” 

Yugyeom continues to move his sinful hips, fucking whatever anger or jealousy he feels into your aching core. He shoves you facedown on the mattress, using one hand to pin your hands above your head while the other stations itself on your ass. From the corner of your eye, you watch as the man you once called a menace drills inside of you, his eyes fixated on the place where your bodies are so intimately connected.

“It’s almost like your pussy was made for this cock, baby—taking me so well... “ 

Whatever senses you have left are stolen away with every one of your companion’s thrusts, so you can’t respond even if you wanted to. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and all you’re able to do is just lay there and take what he gives you. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…” Yugyeom hisses, landing one final smack against each of your lower cheeks. His speed increases along with the number of stars overtaking your vision. The intensity of your arousal fills your bedroom with sounds of sex, which just so happens to build you even closer to your climax. That, and Yugyeom’s moans and groans. 

You reach your breaking point when he tucks his hand beneath your body to play with your clit. Your third and final climax is much stronger than the first two, immobilizing every part of your body and numbing what’s left of your conscious mind. Your juices spill around Yugyeom’s cock and down his thighs, the harsh pulsing of your walls ultimately leading him to his own orgasm. Through your high, you feel his cum paint your insides, leaving a different kind of warmth in your spent core. 

Yugyeom collapses on top of you with a whine. You welcome his heavy weight, finding peace in his close proximity. Once he catches his breath, he lowers down to peck a soft kiss against your forehead with a murmur, “Told you I could fuck you right…” 

“Screw off. Get your fucking dick out of me.” 

“So we’re still playing the ‘I hate you’ act. Fair enough.”

Surprisingly, Yugyeom doesn’t argue and retracts himself from your slippery walls. He helps you further up the mattress, nestling you into the pillows before tugging a blanket over both of your naked bodies. You can’t help but smile at his attentiveness before you come back to your senses at Bambam’s screech from somewhere in the house:

“I hope you guys know you’re fucking nasty!” 

You chuckle, before answering your brother in a yell, “Just be grateful we did it in a bedroom!”

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[tuanstars]

got7 mtl crossdressing (and why/a very short description only if it's not too much 🥺)

GOT7 MTL To Cross Dress

MOST

Bambam

jinyoung

youngjae

mark

jackson

yugyeom

Jaebeom

LEAST

bambam, jinyoung, and youngjae

｡･:*˚:✧｡ i put them higher up on the list for a reason. bambam is at the top because he’s the brattiest of them all, and is most likely to wear it to tease you. jinyoung is also a brat who would wear it for the same reasons as bambam, but not as frequently. youngjae is really obedient, so all you have to do is ask him, and he’d wear it without question (with maybe a self conscious blush on his cheeks)

mark, jackson

｡･:*˚:✧｡ i put mark and jackson in the middle because they wouldn’t mind wearing it, but wouldn’t wear it that frequently. mark would wear it when he was really needy and wanted your attention, and jackson would only wear it when he knows you’ve had a bad day or something, and he uses it to cheer you up (and because he knows that you ruin him extra hard when he wears it.)

yugyeom, jaebeom

｡･:*˚:✧｡ i put yugyeom and jaebeom at the bottom for obvious reasons. yugyeom would only wear it if you asked him to, and even then you had to promise him rewards and cuddles. cross dressing just isn’t his thing, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like subbing for you. jaebeom is at the very bottom because you’d have to literally beg that man to wear anything feminine. you have to butter him up to no end if you want him to wear it for even a day.

[defdreamz]

size. bambam.

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word count. 388

content. sub!bambam, dom!reader, afab!reader, size kink, pegging, bulging kink, implied dacryphillia, mirror sex and more.

summary. bambam may be bratty, but he loves feeling small underneath you.

“look at yourself, bambam.” you direct the smaller male. he raises his head, holding back a moan as he looks at his tear streaked face in the mirror. his eyes trail down his figure, watching his stomach expand slightly it’s a bulge everytime you push into him. his pathetic cock is leaking onto the floor as his knees buckle underneath him.

one of his arms that were holding him up came down to his stomach, and he cries out once he feels the bulge of his stomach. he cock leaks even more when he feels it, hips pushing back against your strap. ”you’re so small, bam. you’re taking me so fucking good.” you praise, draping yourself over the male and placing soft kisses on his neck as you focus your view on the way the both of you looked in the mirror.

nothing but incoherent babbles fell from his lips, slurred and messy. he looked so small underneath you, taking everything you had to give him. his eyes roll and close, back arching away from your chest.

“you getting close, bam? ready to cum for me?” you tease, one of your hands leaving his hip to jerk his cock quickly. his moans increase in pitch, and he squirms, the stimulation becoming more than he could handle. the air in the room is tense with a loving undertone, and it overlays the situation perfectly.

his hand leaves his stomach and instead moves to your thigh, weakly pushing against you from where you’re thrusting into him with reckless abandon. “‘s so much- ‘m gonna cum!” he cries, trying to close his thighs from the overwhelming feeling.

“it’s okay, come on bam. go ahead and cum for

me, baby.” he whimpers at your soft words that were drastically soft compared to how rough you were being with him.

he cums with a shout, body twitching and squirming as him cum paints the mirror in thick white stripes. you slow down as he works his way through his orgasm, removing your hand from his spent cock and pulling out of him.

“so good, bam. i’m here, you’re okay. you’ve been so good for me, baby, okay? let’s get cleaned up, yeah?” your words are gentle, and so are your touches. he nods weakly, leaning his weight against you and catching his breath.