#sub!namjoon x domme!reader

[borathae]

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Pairing: needy sub!Namjoon x  service Domme!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU

Kinks: foot massage with oil, using oil as lube, footjob, dirty talk, praise, loving degradation (my needy boy), he kneels for her, he wears glasses & a jumper do with this information what you want, he cums on her feet, cunnilingus, cuddly aftercare

Wordcount: 3.2k

a/n: so uhm i didn’t have a good day when i wrote this and i hope you guys can’t notice it fjsdafjsa anyway, why is sub!joon the hottest thing ever? i might need to take a walk tbfh

You didn’t have the best day. One of your co-workers is a jealous, passive aggressive woman and she more often than not pisses you off. Today was such a day. If you weren’t so civilised, you would call her the rudest names. But you are civilised and so you are left brooding in your own soup of annoyance.

Still boiling in it, you call out for your long-term partner as you take off your outdoor clothes.

“Baby, I’m home!”

“Living room!”

The sound of his voice already cheers you up a lot. You cannot wait to see him and tell him all about this annoying human. You leave your bag on the dresser in the hallways, washing your hands in the toilet sink as you pass it on your way to Namjoon.

Once finally cleaned of the day and the dirty outside, you hurry straight to your love. He has some jazz music playing quietly and scented candles burning.

Like on most days, Namjoon relaxes on the couch with a book in his hands. He looks at you over the brim of his glasses. His dark hair is styled into a handsome side-part today and he is wearing an ivory jumper with baggy jeans.

“Oh no, was she being annoying again?” he asks, lowering the book.

“Is it that obvious?” 

“To me it is.” He puts the book aside and opens his arms. “Tell me everything.”

“She is so fucking annoying, you have no idea. I could actually just punch her one day. Maybe I’ll do it…”, you begin ranting, settling into his arms. 

Namjoon listens to you intently, talking whenever necessary and reacting in shock or disgust whenever it is appropriate. By the time you are finally finished, you feel lighter in your chest. 

You rest your head on his strong chest, caressing his stomach gently. The music sways you into a state of tranquillity, his loving touches do the rest. His pulse is so relaxing to listen to, making you forget all about your day. He also smells so good.

“This just helped me so intensely, you have no idea”, you whisper into the silence.

“That’s good to hear”, he says, kissing the crown of your head. His voice is so, so, so nice to listen to when you have your ear against his chest. He is like your very own relaxation helper.

“And what about you? How was your day? I came home and started yapping”, you say, craning your neck to look at his face.

“That’s alright. I’m always here to listen. I had a good day. I drove my bike along Han River, went to an exhibition and then read. I’ve been lost in this book ever since I came home.”

You chuckle, “that sounds like a perfect day for you. I’m happy to hear that you had a good day.” 

He leans in to kiss your lips. You kiss him back with a smile. You end the affection with a soft rub to his cheek, gazing at him.

“My day’s good too now that I’m home. You’re so handsome, my darling.”

He smiles with his eyes, “you’re beautiful too, darling. I love this skirt on you.”

“Yeah? I kinda regret wearing it.”

“Why?”

“The shoes I wore to it were uncomfortable. My feet are aching like crazy. Urgh, I need to throw out these damned shoes. They’re always making my feet hurt.”

“Should I take care of it?” 

“What? Throwing out my shoes?”

“No. Giving you a massage.”

You grin, “is it gonna end in you begging me to step on you again?”

He laughs deeply, “in my defence, it’s not my fault that you have sexy feet. And that was one time.”

“Lies. You almost do this every time you massage my feet.”

“Yeah, well…” he doesn’t know what to say to that, looking caught in a lie.

You chuckle, “you’re lucky that you’re so cute. Otherwise I would curse at you for being a horndog.”

He lowers his eyes shyly, showing off his dimples in a big grin. You tilt his head back up, making him look at you. His eyes carry a certain sparkle in them, which they only get when he is with you. It is devoted and submissive.

“Yes, you can massage my feet. Including all the consequences. If you insinuated what I’m thinking you did.”

Namjoon gulps, licking his lips after. He nods his head, whispering his words. “Yeah, I was insinuating that.”

“Good, then get on with it”, you taunt, kissing his lips.

Namjoon kisses you back with a soft moan, sitting up for it to get closer to you. You allow him the heaven for a little while before breaking away. He whines softly, chasing you but you don’t allow him more. This is exactly what you wanted to happen. Give him a taste of paradise only to break away and make him hungry for more.

“Go on, be a good boy”, you order.

“Yes, ma’am”, he says and stumbles off the couch to get the oil. 

Today will not be the first time Namjoon massages your feet and it is definitely not the first time you make something sexy out of it. Your teasing was not just teasing, it was the truth. There were many occasions where you and he ended up having sex from a foot massage. Sometimes it ends in him wanting to be stepped on while you call him your needy slut. Sometimes it ends in him kissing your feet and promising his undivided devotion forever. And sometimes it ends in you jerking him off with your feet until he releases all over you.

It is so much fun to do and it is a fairly new kink you and he discovered.

The awesome thing about being long-term partners is that you are with each other when you change and rediscover yourselves. Namjoon didn’t always have a kink for feet, neither did you. It is a recent discovery you made together one night. Namjoon was kneeling in front of you, begging to eat your pussy, when you decided to trace his cock with your foot. It turned him on so much, which turned you on in return. You and he haven’t been the same ever since, including the kink in your sex life from time to time. 

You can’t wait to feel it tonight. And Namjoon seems to share your feelings as he almost stumbles over his own feet when he hurries back to you.

“Careful, don’t break something now.”

“I’m so excited, you have no idea.”

“I can’t tell at all”, you tease sarcastically.

He falls to his knees in front of you, fumbling to open the oil bottle.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Hm?”

You lift your right foot and place it against his chest. Namjoon inhales sharply, having to gulp as you dance your foot down his torso.

“I’m still wearing my stockings.”

“Oh? Right. Sorry.”

He takes them off carefully, folding them neatly before placing them to the side.

You put one of your feet on his thigh and the other you rub on his chest again.

“Now get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Namjoon finally opens the oil bottle, pouring some of it into the palm of his hands. He rubs them together, warming the oil this way. Once he seems happy with it, he meets your eyes.

You instantly understand, placing your foot into his hands. You relax back, lowering your lids halfway in a playful yet tranquil manner.  

Namjoon instantly gets to work, moving his skilled fingers along the aches and tensions in your foot. He wants to do a good job. It might end in sex later, but Namjoon will be damned if he didn’t make sure that your feet actually stopped aching. This is supposed to help you first and be something sexy second. 

“That’s amazing, Joonie. You’re doing such a good job”, you praise. 

“Is there a spot which hurts most?”

“Just the middle of my sole. It feels so sore.”

Namjoon glides his fingers to it and tries to relax it with eager circles and pressure.

“Yes, right there. Mhhhhm so good”, you gush, closing your eyes and rolling your head back. 

Namjoon shifts a little because of your reaction. The noises you make are so sexy to him. He knows not to act up yet however, working hard to relax your foot instead. 

Once he is done with your right foot, he repeats what he did on your left foot. He spreads the oil first, starting off on your ankles and making his way to your toes. He lingers on the spots which seem  sore and tense, helping you to complete relaxation like this. 

“Ma’am?”

“Are you finished?”

“Yes, I-”

“No, you’re not. Massage my calves as well”, you order and put your feet on his thighs, dangerously close to his cock. 

Namjoon inhales sharply, watching with a dizzy head how you smirk to yourself. He gulps. You are doing this on purpose. 

“Yes, ma'am”, he croaks. He covers his hands in more oil and begins the massage.

“There we go, such a good boy”, you purr, parting your legs. 

You make him dizzy. Everything about this is starting to turn him on. Your praise, your voice, your open legs and your feet on his thighs. Judging by the faint smirk still present on your lips, this stopped being innocent relaxation for you as well.

He is allowed to be turned on by it. Namjoon cannot control the voices anymore and so he lowers his head to your inner thigh to kiss you in devotion. 

“Huh?” you gasp and lift your head. A chuckle leaves you. “Now, what are you doing here?” 

Namjoon lifts his head, grasping your ankles desperately.

“I can’t think straight anymore. Please I…please.”

The smirk grows, your eyes flicker playfully. You straighten up.

“Then take off your pants, will you?”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am”, he stutters and gets out of them, working as quickly as possible to slip out of his jeans. 

He stands up for it but instantly falls to his knees again once bared. You wave him closer with a wiggle of your finger.

“There we go. Look at how hard you already are”, you taunt, rubbing your feet up and down his thighs. 

His cock twitches each time you come close to it. 

“Please.”

His begs satisfy you and so you lift your feet to fulfil his wish.

You put them on each side of his cock, meeting his eyes. He is breathing so heavily, pupils widened.

“Go ahead now, cover them in oil.”

“Yes, ma’am”, Namjoon obeys, biting his lower lip at the feeling of oil trickling down his cock. It is so cold in comparison to your warm soles.

You begin moving as he still pours the oil, forcing him to twitch and accidentally spill more than necessary.

“What a needy boy. That’s enough”, you say, chuckling fondly.

Namjoon places the bottle aside and instantly grips the rug, rolling his head back. A deep moan slips off his tongue, letting you know just how good it feels for him.

It feels amazing for you as well. His cock is really hot to the touch, a clear indicator of his desperation. It is also so soft and fragile. One wrong movement and you could squeeze him painfully. The power you have over him and the trust he puts into you is making you delirious. You switch your eyes between his blissed out face and the view of your feet.

The oil made them messy and allows them to glisten in the candle light. Each time you move them down to his base, his flushed cockhead appears between them, looking wetter and wetter each time you do.

You can’t do a lot of variations of the movement because the position limits it, but that’s alright for you. This is the perfect way to jerk off his cock. You can see everything. His meaty thighs tensing and twitching each time you rub your feet on his tip, his stomach and chest flexing and flinching each time you drag your feet down his veiny shaft and his blissed out face changing and contorting in pleasure.

“You look so handsome like this, darling. Kneeling for me is really your best look”, you coo, rubbing your feet back and forth on his tip. You can squeeze it gently like this, watching in delight how it moves between your feet.

Namjoon answers you with the sweetest moans, arching his back as best as possible. He loves it when he kneels for you. Everything about it is perfect to him. The loss of power, how small he suddenly is, the fact that he can look up at you and that you look down at him in return, the total surrender of control. He is completely and totally in the palms of your hands when he kneels and there is nothing sweeter to him. Although, palms of your hands might be wrong choice of words today. He is very much in the soles of your feet and it makes him want to pray to your name.

Maybe he does. Maybe he moans your name with such submission that you have to moan as well.

“Why are you praying to my name like that, mhm? Is it the kneeling or how I’m playing with your pretty cock?” you taunt, applying a little more pressure just to tease.

“Both”, Namjoon croaks, leaking all over your toes. It is so warm and slick, making it easier to please him.

“Both, I see. You’re such a needy boy then, aren’t you?”

“Yes, needy. Your needy boy.”

“My needy boy?”

Namjoon nods his head vigorously, bucking his hips up against his will. He keeps doing it, chasing the pleasure your feet give him. You let him, watching him with widened eyes and a tingling stomach.

“I see. My needy boy.”

“___”, Namjoon croaks, thighs trembling especially aggressively.

He rolls his head to the front and opens his eyes, instantly moaning loudly at the view. He knew that it would look sexy, because it feels so good, but it’s better than he imagined it to be. Your feet are so wet and oily and beautiful and perfect and beautiful and… his brain keeps repeating the same words, going foggy at the same time. The movements are suddenly so much more clearer to feel, seeping into his fibres deeper than before. He twists the rug as best as possible and moves his hips with more vigour.

“Does this feel good to you, darling?”

“Yes, so good. It’s insane”, he moans, following it up with the sweetest noises.

You match his sounds, keeping your feet still to allow him movement. He is chasing his orgasm. You know that he is because of how eager his hips twitch into your hold. He is basically rutting into you, using your slippery feet for pleasure. His dark hair hangs messily into his face and his glasses slipped down the slope of his button nose. He must be really hot in his jumper because his neck is slightly sweaty and his tanned skin flushed.

The part most flushed however is his cock. Hard and throbbing and so, so red it leaks just for you. And that means something with Namjoon because his cock is normally a pretty tan colour as well. This is feeling really good to him for his cock to flush that much.

“I, I don’t know if can- ah uhm, woah, I can…mhmm fuck. Fuck, I don’t know”, he is stuttering, changing between rasping and whimpering the words. How wonderful he is when he loses control over his voice.

“Whenever you need to, darling. I’m right here”, you encourage him, rubbing your feet back and forth.

“Shit! ___!” he yelps, losing the fight against pleasure. He gasps, grinds his teeth and growls, cock finally spurting all over your feet in a messy, hot orgasm.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me, such a good boy. My needy boy, cum all over my feet, you messy boy”, you talk him through it, feeling dizzy at the sexy view. This is getting you off as if you were the one having an orgasm right now.

Namjoon finishes after five aggressive thrusts of his hips, flinching back and therefore releasing his sensitive cock from your feet.

“Fuck, that was intense”, he presses out, holding your ankles. He is breathing heavily, head rolled back and mouth agape. His chest heaves up and down quickly, stretching the material of the jumper.

You kind of just enjoy the moment, gazing at him and thinking to yourself that he is the hottest man to ever exist.

“You’re a fucking goddess”, he gets out, making you chuckle.

“You’re a needy boy.”

“Mhm, I am. I bloody am”, he agrees and purrs, rolling his head to the front lazily. He gives you a tired yet happy smile, lifting your feet to his lips afterwards to lick the cum off them.

“What the heck? Oh my god, that’s hot”, you gasp, dropping into the pillow naturally. He made you lose balance, but you don’t mind. What he is doing right now is the hottest thing he ever did.

Namjoon purrs and slurps happily until your feet are squeaky clean. His hunger still remains however and so he puts your legs on his shoulders and licks sloppy paths up your inner thighs. Your breath speeds up more and more the closer to your pussy he gets.

He disappears under your skirt. Your knees are now bending over his back.

“My goddess”, he lulls, tugging your panties to the side and connecting his tongue with your wet pussy.

“Joon!” you yelp, arching your back. “Holy fuck!”

Namjoon purrs, thanking you for the pleasure with skilled laps of his tongue. He would never dare to take an orgasm from you without giving you one in return. You are his everything, the reason why he breathes. Your pleasure is so important to him that it would feel wrong not to eat you out right now. You are so wet and soft and swollen. Just imaging that he could have left you in such a state makes Namjoon angry. He pulls you closer with his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, using his plumb lips to rub your sensitive pussy.

“Wow, what the fuck?” you get out, squirming from side to side and arching your back. You do these two movements alternatively, unable to decide on which one you love more.

You won’t last long anymore, but that was never your goal. You want to fucking orgasm like he wanted his’. The day was long, it was stressful and annoying and this orgasm would make all of it go away. There is no better way than to truly leave the day behind than climaxing on Namjoon’s skilled tongue.

And you do, oh you fucking do.

“I’m cumming, darling”, you moan, feeding him your orgasm a second later.

Namjoon eats it up happily, moaning with you and keeping his tongue still so you could hump his face until you are satisfied.

“Fuck, this was perfect. God, come here you.”

You pull him from under your skirt after your high died down, kissing him messily and giggling when he falls atop of you clumsily. His glasses are fogged up and tilted to the side, his hair is a mess and his puffy lips taste like you. This is perfect. Everything about this is perfect.

Namjoon would agree, melting into your embrace with a fluttering heart and a tingling stomach.

“Was nice, really nice”, he mumbles.

“Yeah, so nice”, you agree, smiling with him because it is amazing to be together.

[jmvore]

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‹ previous | next › ↳ SYNOPSIS › Being sexually frustrated seemed to be the story of Jimin's life. So he turned to writing his wants and wishes in a blog he kept online for people to read. He used to be content with that, until he met you. Eventually, he stopped because all the fantasizing in the world never amounted to the real thing. › series masterlist | masterlist | request ‹

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, fluff » AU › slice of life » PAIRING(S) › park jimin x f!reader » WORD(S) › 8.5k+ » CH. SYNOPSIS › Jimin thought his dance rehearsal would run over but when he came home. You weren't there. » SMUT WARNING(S) › JIMIN CALLS THE READER MOMMY (so if that's not your cup of tea, don't read), sub!jimin, domme!f!reader,non-con voyeurism (but the reader makes sure Jimin is okay with it), loads of teasing, ass play, m! fingering, uh Neighbor!Namjoon jacks off to you and Jimin, p in the v s*x, teasing, pretty boys with toys, jimin is in love alright, soft!domme reader, cowgirl positions, there are a lot of petnames for Jimin (Petal, Prince, Baby, Sweetheart, etc), it's implied Namjoon has a crush on Jimin, & riding Jimin with a purpose. » ORIGINAL POST DATE › 06/30/2019 » RE-POSTED DATE › 10/26/23 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)!For those who don't know, this is a request series: you can request for this universe. You can read more about it on this story's masterlist.

There’s one thing Jimin hates about this world and that’s the world of dating. Heartbreak. Betrayal. Lies. Wistfulness. There are plenty of emotions Jimin has felt throughout his years of trying and wanting to be loved. It’s something he’s yearned to experience since he was old enough to be able to know what love is. 

Most dating apps proved to be a bust and most of the people he met in his everyday life didn’t fit his vibe. Yoongi even told him he’s going to have to use specific apps that cater to his specific needs but Jimin disagreed. 

At least, he used to. Now? He’s not too sure.

He remembers all the things Yoongi has taught him about understanding his own wants and desires. He had to learn that not a lot of people are into the same kinks as he is. And Jimin had to come to that realization after a handful of disastrous dates and relationships. However, he also thinks Yoongi is tired of listening to him cry about it (he won’t say it though).

There was a relationship he had with an older man that he thought was going well! Their personalities fit well with one another, they loved the same things and even got along as if they knew each other for a long time. The only downside is when it came to having sex. He was almost always disinterested in the things that Jimin liked and when Jimin would suggest trying something different, he would berate him for it.

Ungrateful. Whiny. Uptight. Clingy. Crybaby.

He remembers all the names he called him and all the times he downplayed his feelings. Jimin never wanted to feel insignificant like that again. Unfortunately for him, he fell back into that pattern with a couple of other ex’s. His last lover (a woman he used to work with) he told her about some of his kinks and desires as they lay in pure bliss of the night. Jimin thought she would be willing and understanding. Willing to try but she fell into the same pattern as the man before. Only this time, she told the whole office about it as others labeled him as weird or an outcast. 

Ever since then, he swore off dating. 

It hurt to know the person you trusted enough to pour your heart out to was the one to betray you. Jimin knew eventually he was going to want to find love and settle down but for now, he’s content.

He ended up creating a blog. A safe place to be himself and express his needs and wants to the world anonymously. In the beginning, it was simple fiction stories to get his mind off of the things. His mind wants to cope with the kinks (he realizes), not too many people share. It wasn’t until he met someone who told him about BDSM clubs and so forth. At first, Jimin blew them off. Choked it up to them being a weirdo but then he researched it and that’s when he knew there were people out there like him. Men who love to get dominated. Men who love when women dominate them. 

Club Black Whip was the club that ended up becoming his favorite after visiting several ones. Though he only visited when he wanted a dose of inspiration or to feed into his own desires. It took him a minute to participate with others but when he started to let loose, he found the experience a lot more pleasant.

That’s where he met you. 

You were the fifth person he had a session with and you were going to be his last. If things didn’t work out the way that it did. You were the dominant he clicked with the most. He often left your sessions feeling satisfied but yearning to see you more. Eventually, he became a regular of yours. You would meet outside of the club whenever either if you didn’t want to go. You were so gentle and empathetic. He found himself being comfortable with having you as his domme. His feelings began to tread the thin line between friends and lovers. You quickly became his safe haven. Someone he could confide in. Someone he knew wouldn’t spill his secrets to the next person listening. 

Someone he could see himself being with.

Spiritually, Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally. 

When you expressed your desire to want to take care of him, he had the softest heart eyes someone could make a person. His heart soared higher than the clouds. He knew you saw other sub’s on the side but he also knew that he was your favorite. You never saw any of his fantasies as strange and he was thankful to find someone so understanding. You were never judgemental. You wanted him for him and it was everything he ever wanted…

And yet, with Jimin being hurt so many times, he was hesitant to jump into another relationship. He started to panic and in return, he kept you at arm's length because he didn’t want to be disappointed. He didn’t want to break this… illusion he had of you. And well, he didn’t want to disappoint you with the burden of dating someone who has been scorned. 

Eventually the talks with others helped Jimin come to the realization that you were nothing like his past lovers. You were (and still are) genuine and honest. Caring. Affectionate. Considerate. He can go on and on but he knows he’s never had a connection with someone like he has with you and that realization led to Jimin asking you out on a date. Jimin remembers the warning Yoongi gave when he told Yoongi he was going to meet you at a nearby Dutch Bros to finally talk things over. Granted. Yes. He doesn’t know you outside of the club but (aside from the texting and phone calls) but Jimin was determined to get to know you. 

He wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers a second time.

That day vividly etched in his memory…

There was some texting back and forth before you told him your ride was pulling into the parking lot. Jimin's nerves didn't do him justice either. He was already anxious the moment he got your text. A sudden rush of butterflies fluttered in his stomach as his heart began to drum. The wildest thing to note is that he’s seen you in all types of lingerie, leather and suits but the fact that he’ll be able to see you in your casual wear makes him nibble on his bottom lip. 

It feels more intimate. More… exclusive.

He pulls out his phone and smiles at the fluctuation of text between Yoongi and Jungkook in their group chat. Many of them were asking if he was okay and if he had spoken to you yet. The latter asking Jimin to at least let him know he’s still alive. It gets a giggle out of him as he texts them back. Yoongi and Jungkook always told him they felt his blog was a safer option (not by much because there was still a risk of weirdo’s) but he digresses. 

“Jimin?” He raises his head at the sound of your voice. “Hey!”

“H-Hi. Hey.” He’s quick to stand but in the process, he accidentally knees the table. He hisses with you immediately flock to his side to make sure he’s okay. 

“You have to be careful, love.” You grab a hold of his calf to lay his leg on top of yours to massage. “Does it hurt?”

“No. I’m okay.” Jimin tries to hide his smile at the way you’re taking care of him. It feels good to be taken care of like this even if it’s something minor. He can’t help the smile that spreads.”I’m sorry for making y-” Jimin gasps when you place a finger to his lips. 

“Don’t apologize. It’s okay, honey.” You run your fingers up his calf as he shivers to the touch. Jimin swore it was like gazing into the sun. Blinded by how pretty your smile is. And when you spoke, your voice was a different story. Usually, he’s listening to you bark orders over the music within the club. Your speaking voice sounds so different. So smooth. Velvety. He felt like he was melting into a puddle just listening to you talk about nothing and everything.  And when your brunch date was over he asked to see you again. 

It’s been a little over two years since that day and Jimin still feels as if he’s on cloud nine. Quite frankly, since you've been together, the both of you stopped visiting the club and he forgot about his diary. He didn’t have a need for it anymore now that you were here and it seemed like your relationship was going to last. You were understanding of his needs. You were willing to do any and everything to make him happy. You are his everything but he knew he was going to have to sit you down and have a serious talk with you about everything once you officially started dating.

That happened six months into your relationship when you were both comfortable discussing certain topics without him growing anxious. 

He sat you down with a soft huff as he typed in his url to reveal his well kept secret. He let you scroll on your own as his nerves ran into overdrive. His leg bounced and he nibbled into his bottom lip when he saw the frown on your face. When you asked him what this was, he bashfully told you it was things he’s always wanted to try with his significant other. Unfortunately, in the past, they would turn him down and make fun of him as if his needs didn’t matter. Your glare told him everything he needed to know. He didn’t mean to start crying but when you began to console him, everything came crashing down over him. 

He didn't realize how much it affected him until now.

“Oh baby,” You spun the chair until you were facing him to grab him by his hand and pull into your lap. You told him it would never be that way with you and that if he ever wanted to try something, he needed to let you know. You’ll be more than happy to indulge in whatever fantasy he wants as long as it’s talked about.

You wanted him to let loose. Be adventurous. 

From then on, you urged him to do the things he wanted to do and as time passed, you kept discovering new things he wanted to try. He’s also been more vocal about it as well. 

There was one time when you let him sit on your lap while you took a public train to get to Yoongi’s house. He wanted cuddles but didn’t want to wait (in which you didn’t mind). When people would stare, you would glare as if to tell them to mind their business. You didn’t care. You weren’t hurting anyone. As long as he was happy, you were ecstatic. 

Another time was when he asked if you could pick him up and carry him around your shared bedroom. He felt light as a feather, his body vibrating with happiness. His arms were bound loosely around your neck and his legs wrapped tightly around your waist while he was nuzzling his face into your neck. It made him feel adored. Loved. Wanted. Something Jimin hasn’t felt romantically in a long time. 

Right now, he remains seated on the couch as he’s watching some show on television (that’s not really important to him). He’s waiting for you to return, noting it’s after six. You needed some things for your dinner you were going to have with some of your friends tomorrow. It was your annual game night and well, it was your turn to host. He hasn’t seen or talked to you since this morning, aside from face timing you during his lunch period. All he wants to do is cuddle and give you all his love and vice versa. Jimin told you he was going to be late because his dance class ran over longer than he anticipated so you decided to go to the store. In the end, it didn’t run over by much and Jimin ended up beating you home.  He wonders if you’re on your way home. Hopefully you won’t be too long. He’s so bored. He doesn’t know what to do with himself right now. 

06:12pm | Petal🥰 : I’m home! Let me know if you need help. SENT

A couple minutes later, your ringtone blares. He doesn’t even remember turning it up but he’s quick to answer it.

“Honey!”

“Hey sugar. I’m outside.” He hears you grunt, knowing you might need his help. “Can you come help bring the groceries in?”

“I’ll be right out.” He’s quick to press end, his excitement to see you through the roof. He slips on his sweats and grabs his house shoes off the rack to meet you outside by your car. He can see the frustration in your eyes when a bag twists your finger a certain way.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Wasn’t expecting it to twist like that,” You chuckle. He grabs a couple of bags to take inside as he watches you leave to drop off the ones you have in the kitchen.

“How much did you get?”

“Not that much. I think.” You look down at the rest of the plastic bags in your trunk before looking back at him with a soft smile. “I made sure to get stuff to make your favorite.”

“Really?”

“Of course, my Pretty Petal.” You grin before pinching his cheeks. His nose scrunches as he wiggles out of your grip to try his best to grab a couple of more bags without hurting his hand. He loves that you’re always thinking of him even when it’s something as small as this. “There's not much left.”

“Okay.” He runs back into the house to drop off his bags, coming back out with quickness. He goes to grab more bags but before he can, you stop him. 

“Sugar, What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” You’re quick to push him against the car door and lean in for a kiss. It’s nothing but a quick peck, but you notice he instantly melts against your touch. He blushes when he realizes but you’re quick to stop him from becoming shy. “N-Nothing, My Love.”

“Nu-Uh. Look at me,” You whisper while rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip. He instantly takes it into his mouth and sucks on it. Hard.

“I-It’s nothing. I just missed you,” He mumbles as you beam with pride at how soft your baby is.

“Well… Let’s finish so I can show you how much I missed you,” You hum, moving to let him head toward the house. Before he can get too far, you smack him on the ass to give him a little boost. He lets off a tiny moan, hurrying to take the groceries into the house.

When he comes back out, he glances around before asking, “Is that it?”

“Yeah, I have a couple more things if you wanna start putting everything else away. I’ll be right behind you.” 

Jimin nods, running back into the house to finish his tasks. Although, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched. You shrug it off and grab the rest of the bags and head inside to see he’s halfway done. 

“Is everything there?” You questioned, setting the rest of the bags down on the counter. “I should be able to make enough to last the night.”

“For the Yubuchobap and Fried Chicken?”

“Mhm.” You smile, watching as he reaches to put the cans in the cupboard. You move to stand behind him as you lift his oversized shirt to run your fingers down his spine before reaching his ass. He shivers at the feeling, loving how your lips feel against the back of his neck. “That's what you wanted me to make, right little dove?”

He nods, whining softly and pushing himself back into you to try and get you to touch him more. When you give his ass a light smack, he immediately stops.

“Please…”

“You’re so cute when you’re needy,” You chuckle into his ear, giving his ear lobe a soft nip before letting your hands roam lower. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already melting.” 

“Because your touch feels too good.”

You hum, “I bet it does, Prince. And where do you want my touch?”

“All over me.” Jimin bucks his hips as you run your hand over the bulge in his sweats.

“Are you sure?” You tease while stroking him over his clothes. You can hear his breathing pick up as his oversized shirt falls off his shoulder. “Show me.”

He brings your left hand to his throat while placing the right at the hem of his sweats. When you pull them down, you reveal the secret of his cute purple lace boy shorts he decided to wear. His ass looks phenomenal and you can’t help but give him another smack on the cheek. This time, you knead the skin so he doesn’t bruise too much.

“Awww,” You coo, listening to how hot he sounds when he moans your name. “Don’t you look lovely.”

“I wore them for you.” He gasps once you start to palm at his cock through the underwear, the friction itself is enough to make him weak at the knees. “I-I wanted to look pretty.”

“And you look gorgeous, Petal.” His head falls back against your chest as you continue to feel him up. He ruts into your hand and bites his bottom lip the moment you squeeze it. 

“Mommy… P-Please…”

“Please what?” You smirk, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. You dip your hand in the front of his panties and stroke him, feeling the pre-cum oozing onto your hand. You can feel just how hard he is just from your touch. Listening to him whine and plead makes you wetter at the fact that he’s this way because of you.

“I want you,” He murmurs, “Can we go to the bedroom?”

“Or we can do it here.” Your eyebrows quirk while you smirk mischievously. “You wanted to do it with the blinds open, didn’t you? That was one of your fantasies, wasn’t it?” 

“I—I… Well, yeah but what if he sees?” You follow his line of sight to see your next door neighbor, Namjoon, is in his kitchen on his laptop. Whoever built your duplex had the bright idea to make the window tall but narrow and unless you have blinds or curtains covering them, anyone can see through inside. Also with your kitchens facing the same direction, all he has to do is look over and he would have a full view of everything.

In which, you know he would love that. You’ve seen the way he looks at Jimin as if he wants to devour him whole. The only reason he hasn’t been invited into your bedroom is because Jimin doesn’t want it. And well, you don’t want to have to fight someone over Jimin.

“And if he does?” You push him forward to lean him over the counter. Jimin wouldn’t admit it but he loves being manhandled by you but the thought of Namjoon seeing the two of you is making him worry. “Sweetheart, you’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

Jimin’s cherub cheeks flare once he puffs them out. The red slowly tints over the pink. He’s thinking about it. He knows it’s something the two of you discussed but actually following through with it is a different story.

“Baby? Look at me.” You pause your movements to turn him around to face you. Your hand goes to cup his face while removing your other hand from his underwear. You never want to make him uncomfortable. Ever. And if this isn’t something that he wants to do then you’ll move the party somewhere else. “Petal, we don’t have to if you don’t want to. We can always stop.”

He gazes over at his neighbor who is immersed in his own world. The man is so absorbed in his laptop work. What are the odds he’d actually look over? Jimin takes the chance to glance over, just for a moment and then looks back at you. 

“Okay,” He breathes, his lips crashing into yours. It’s rushed but his lips are soft. The taste of his peach chapstick is ever so present too. “I want to.”

It’s the thrill of getting caught for him. The thrill of knowing Namjoon can look but he definitely can’t touch. The thrill of knowing that he’s your and yours alone. No matter how many times you share your bed with others, it’s always going to be you and him.

“I’m serious.” You pause what you’re doing to get him to look you in your eyes. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable. He’s had enough of that in his previous relationships. “We don’t have to, honey.”

“I want to,” He says, kissing your jawline then down to your neck before throwing his arms around your waist. You lean back to not influence his decision as he whines about not being able to kiss you but you bring your thumb up to rub the corner of his lips. 

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Are you sure?” “I’m positive, Mommy.” He grabs your waist and pulls you into his front. Bringing your hand down to his cock to rub it again. “Please touch me…” You chuckle at how needy he is before running your hand up his chest to gently wrap around his neck.

“As you wish, my dear.” You lean forward to kiss his delicate lips one more time before yanking his shirt over his head and yanking his panties down. “I want to see you. All of you.” He whimpers when you slowly lower yourself, nipping at his belly until you’re on your knees in front of him. You glance up to take in his expressions. Eyes hooded, mouth agape and waiting. He loves how you tease. Flicking your fingers over his nipples while kissing and nipping at his muscular thighs.

Your mouth waters at the sight of how endowed he is and when you start to stroke him, his head falls back in utter bliss. It always amazes you with how much he’s packing. He’s not even fully hard yet but with the way you’re about to work your mouth around him, it definitely won’t take long. 

“Oh fuck.” He releases a sigh as he tries to silence his sounds. He brings his fist to his mouth to try and muffle the sounds of his moaning but you’re quick to pull it away. “Don’t you dare,” You warn him, only to receive a whine in return. “I wanna hear how pretty you sound, Petal.” 

Your hand pressed to his hip for leverage as he refrains from putting his hands on your head for leverage of his own. Instead, he squeezes the counter until his knuckles start to turn white because the feel of your mouth is godsend. The way you work your tongue around the tip of his dick has him so close to coming undone but he wants to hold on until he can’t anymore.

“Oh, That f-feels so good.” 

“Yeah? You like that, Petal?” You ask, voice hoarse for wear but holy shit you sound so fucking sexy and it makes Jimin want to shove his cock even further down your throat. In which, he knows you can take it. You do it every time.

“I do…” He mewls, his voice trembling with the way his stomaching is starting to coil. You’re so good at pleasuring him that he doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover if the two of you don’t work out. “P-Please..”

“Please what, my love?” You ask with a pop of your lips, opting to continue jacking him off with the added twist of your wrist. He can hear how sloppy it’s getting, the sounds turning him more than it should. He always loves the way you slurp him down. How you work his cock until he cums in and all over you. 

As you continue to suck his dick, Jimin takes the chance to look over to see that your neighbor has noticed your activity. Though, he’s trying his best to be oblivious to what’s going on. 

“Holy shit…” Jimin gasps, pretty mouth falling open as he moans, “I-nngh-I think he sees us.” 

You pull your mouth off him to glance over noticing he’s sitting at the island and eating. His phone is up like he’s doing something on it but you think he’s recording. When you smirk at him, he fumbles with it as it crashes to the ground. You’re pretty sure the screen is cracked.

“Let’s give him a show then. Are you okay with that?” “Yes.” Jimin whimpers when you let go of his cock, helping him sit up on the counter. Pushing his leg up, he hooks it around your waist and he leans up to kiss you, darting his tongue into your mouth. He can faintly taste himself as he grinds into your front. 

The rough material of your shirt helps just a little bit. You nip at his bottom lip, pulling it toward you as you push his legs further apart. “Get comfortable,” You whisper in his ear, “I’ll be back.” “W-Where are you going?” His eyes widened as he leaned on his elbows. He goes to  close his legs but you pop him in his inner thigh as if to tell him no. He pouts, “Don’t leave.”

“I’ll be back, baby. Get comfortable for me, my prince.” 

When he calls your name you simply tell him you’re going to get a toy as you saunter off toward the room without a care in the world. Jimin gnaws at his bottom lip and lays back against the cold surface of the isle counter. 

He doesn’t want to look over. 

He doesn’t want to know if Namjoon’s still getting a full show at your expense but he can’t deny the fact that it’s turning him on more that you have an audience. Granted, he would never let him touch him. Hell, you don’t really like sharing (in which Jimin is more than okay with that) so he has nothing to worry about.

But of course… he’s still curious so he takes the chance to glance out the window to see that Namjoon is gone. Jimin sighs, relieved for a second that he wouldn’t make eye contact with his neighbor. A very hot but weird neighbor.

“H-Honey?” Jimin sits up and calls out to you. You’re taking forever! Where are you? What the hell are you doing? Why were you taking forever?

So many questions that have no answer. He starts to scoot toward the edge but, before he can jump off, he hears your bare footsteps against the tiles. You’re coming back and he realizes he’s moved out of his spot. He clicks his tongue, scooting back and lying down in the position he was in. 

“You look so cute, baby.” You nip at your bottom lip, eyeing him up and down because he’s so damn fine.

“Please touch me!” Jimin whines, reaching out for you to come closer. Which you do, but not close enough for his liking. “You didn’t move, did you?” You question, seeing him furiously shake his head. Your purple manicure nails lightly scratched down his stomach before wrapping around his cock to stroke. 

“Oh…” Jimin falls back against the counter as you move to stand between his legs. He wraps his legs around your waist to pull you closer. It feels so good but you’re being too soft right now.

“You wouldn’t lie to me baby, now would you?”

“No!” Jimin’s breaths hitch as he tries to sit up but, you’re quick to push him back down by his chest. ”N-No, I wouldn’t.”

You hum, setting the new tropical fruit-flavored lube you bought earlier next to him on the counter. Your eyes meet and he knows what you want to do. He’s down for it. He wants you to make him cum.

He’s ready.

“You’re so eager, Petal.” You lick your lips, giving his thick thigh a slap before kneading the flesh. The more he lays still there the more he starts to become self-conscious but when you start caressing his body he tenses a little more. He’s gnawing his lip at this point and you’re afraid he’s going to break the skin if he keeps going. You want him to relax and what better way than to sing his praise. He needs to be opened up before he can take the bigger reward. If you decide to give it to him.

“You’re so good for me, Petal.” You bring your index finger to your mouth to lick it before rubbing your index finger against his rim. He clenches before relaxing only slightly and moaning the moment you push inside. You get him to bend his legs so his feet can sit on the edge of the counter. Opening him up wider.

“Aren’t you baby?”

“Yes,” He whimpers as he tries to move closer to you. He looks so cute wiggling to try and fuck himself on his fingers until you slap him on his balls to get him to stop moving so much. His eyes roll to the back of his head, biting his lip harder. He’s trying so hard not to come from the bare minimum but you do it so well, he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it.  “I was good. I didn’t move.”

“I know you didn’t, my pretty petal.”

Jimin moans at the praise, begging for you to continue touching him where he needs it the most.

You lean closer to kiss his inner thighs. He’s trembling under your touch, whining about wanting to cum but you don’t want him to. 

Not yet. 

You stop and take the moment to pour more lube onto your finger as Jimin gasps at the warm, wet finger pushing past his rim again. He hisses at the light sting but relishes in the way you’re opening him up. Relishing in the attentive attention you’re giving him. Relishing the fact that Namjoon wants what he can’t have. You can see it in his eyes, hear it in his labored breathing that he’s so close to losing himself but he wants to be obedient. 

He doesn’t want to cum until you tell him to. “M-More…” He pleads, hearing you chuckle at his desperation though you give him what he wants. You press two-lube soaked fingers into him, still making sure he’s comfortable. When he gives you the okay, you begin pumping said fingers in and out of him, hearing his high pitch moans. “Is that enough or do you want more?” You ask, still pumping in and out of him. He can barely get a word out when you begin to slow down and he cries for you not to stop. “More?”

“Y-Yes! Please!”

“More fingers?” You mock him teasingly, hearing him groan as he tries to sit up but you’re quick to press back into his chest. “Or do you want this?”

You wave the silicone toy in his face, seeing him salivate at the sight. 

“I want the toy,” He exhales, but you shake your head. “Pretty please can I have it?”

“Well then I would have to open you up some more, baby.” You coo when he wiggles closer. He doesn’t care. He wants you to do what you have to. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Please.”

You remove your fingers to pull him off the counter and turn him around to bend him over it. He hates the feeling of being empty but he knows you’re going to fill him up again soon. He nods when your hand comes down with force. It causes him to jerk forward. At this point, he’s leaking. He wants you to finish opening him up so you can fuck him properly.

He wants to cum so bad.

“Just a little bit more, Petal.” You whisper close to his ear before nipping at it. “Your ass is just so amazing. It sucks my fingers right in because of how wet you are.” 

You praise him with another slap on his left cheek before kneading the soreness out. 

“I could play with it all day.” 

He can feel your nails drag up and down the back of his thighs. His legs quiver, falling forward as he fights to not cum untouched. You’re making it so goddamn hard, he doesn’t know how he is going to last.

“So pretty and wet. I love everything about you, my love.” You’re on your knees again and he knows what’s coming next when you grip both his cheeks to pull them apart.

“All for me.”

“It’s yours, Mommy!”

The last part of his sentence jumps octaves when you run your tongue from his balls to his awaiting hole. The wet, warm muscle feels amazing as he pushes back for you to go deeper. Especially when you reach between his legs to start stroking him again. His breath hitches but, it soon turns into lustrous moans when he feels the fire building in the pit of his stomach faster than before. You flick your tongue before going to tongue fuck his hole, hoping it’ll bring him to his orgasm. As far as you can tell with the way his knees buck and the way his moans get louder and louder with each fuck, he’s soaring close to it. He grips the counter for leverage when you remove your tongue only to start fingering him again. This time faster, hitting his prostate over and over until his mind is completely shattered. All he feels is your hands caressing his body. Your mouth leaves kisses and licks in places that have his toes curling. When your mouth is wrapped around his cock from the back, he loses it.

Honestly, he doesn't know how much more he can take.

“I-I’m—Cum—Oh fuck!” He cries when you release him from your mouth to go back to eating him out. He reaches back to push you in further but, the slap that comes down to his ass lets him know he’s out of line. “I wanna c-cum, M-Mommy. Pleaseee, Let me!”

“Do you want to, Petal?” You ask, stopping your movement in favor of letting his fire die. You notice his head falls forward as the back of his neck is covered in a sheen of sweat. His breathing grows labored and he looks so damn hot begging for his release. “Or do you wanna feel me first?”

He doesn’t have to glance back to know what you’re talking about. He can feel the silicone rubbing against his ass and he can’t help but vibrate with excitement. He hates the fact that he loves being edged. He hates that you know he does too. And he hates that you love doing it because you do it so fucking well.

“I wanna feel you please…” 

“Thought so.” You preen at how fucked he is. Eyes hooded, mind all fuzzy and dazed. He looks so damn cute. “I can’t wait to wreck you. Is that what you want, baby?”

Jimin nods as he can feel the traces of your fingertips along his spine. They travel down, down, down until you reach his backside. You give it a hard smack before squeezing his ass to your heart's content.

"Good because I'm the one that gets to ravish you until you can't think of anything but me." You kiss his cheek to hear him sigh out in response. "I'm the one that gets to fuck you until you're brain-dead and can't think of anything but the way that little plastic cock drills your wet hole. Hold your cheeks apart, baby." 

He does as he's told, too enamored by the kiss to think otherwise. You know he has a pretty view of Jimin as you pump your fingers in and out, letting them brush against his prostate over and over again. You can feel his pleasure in the way he moans into your kiss, and it only fuels your desire. 

"You're doing so good, baby. So good for me, honey."

"You're going to make me hard again."

"Hm. Is that right?" 

“Yes…”

“Good.” You hum, fingers pulling his cheeks apart as he buries his head into the crook of your neck the moment you start to circle your index finger around his rim. Jimin knows what you're thinking and god, does it make it harder just thinking about you claiming him in front of others? "You think Namjoon would fuck you this good?"

"No..." Jimin whines, rutting against your thighs and fucking himself back on your fingers when you add a second. "You fucked me so good. You ruined me for anyone else."

"I did, huh?" You know you did and for as long as he lets you, you'll continue to do so. "And you know I'm not done with you yet."

"I know. I don't want you to be." His nails dig into your back as it's your turn to kiss his sweetly swollen lips. "Keep ruining me."

"Oh honey," You tease, nipping at his bottom lip as he chases after you. "I'll ruin you for as long as you want me to." Instead of letting him kiss you, you place your finger over his mouth and allow him to throw his arms around your shoulders to hold you close. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

That’s when you notice movement out of the corner of your eye. Realizing your neighbor is back in his seat and still trying his best to make sure you don’t notice what he’s doing. It’s clear as day though and in this moment, you think of Jimin.

“Baby?” You turn your attention back to Jimin who looks so unbelievably fucked from your touch. “Stay with me, Petal. Answer me.”

“Please…” He whines, laying his head on your chest as you take the moment to shower him with the love he deserves. Kisses to his cheeks, jawline, and where else your lips can touch. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Pretty.” Jimin blushes, harder. He grows impatient as he realizes he can’t feel you touching him anymore. “My pretty petal.”

“Mommy…” He urges, snuggling right into your neck. Unsure if he’s the reason you’ve stopped. Why did you stop? “P-Please move. I wan’-”

“Baby, listen to me.” He gasps the moment you nip at his bottom lip, eyes finding yours to look into. He looks so beautiful like this. Under your thumb and ready and willing to do whatever it is you want him to do. “Are you still okay with this?”

“Huh?” He pouts and you want nothing more than to kiss it away but you need an answer from him before you continue.

“With him watching.”

You don’t want to make it obvious that you know because from Namjoon's perspective, he doesn’t think you do. 

“We can go to our bedroom or the living room if you don’t want to. Yes or no.”

“Yes.” Jimin nods so hard, you swear his head is going to fall off his shoulders. “Wan’ cum.”

You glance at your nosey neighbor one more time before deciding for him. He’s not in a good state of mind to make decisions and you would feel awful if he came to regret his decision later.

“No, No.” You remove yourself from Jimin, noticing he’s dropping more into his subspace by the second. He needs to be in the comfort of the two of you not to be gawked at like a piece of meat. “Baby, come with me.”

You grab everything off the counter before taking his hand and leading him into the living room. He has a permanent pout on his face but you know just what to do to get him in high spirits again.

“Does my baby want his reward for being patient and obedient?” You ask, oh so sweetly, as you lead him to sit on the couch. “I’m ready to give it to you.”

He nods but he knows that’s not good enough.

“Words, Petal. Let me hear you.”

“I want it.” He pants, opening his legs wider for you to kneel in front of him. His cock is as red as a tomato, looking as if it’s ready to explode. You lean down to lick the pre-cum off the tip as he whines for more. “I want you, Mommy. Please touch me.”

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yes!” You notice tears pricking at his eyes and you don’t want to see him in any more pain. He deserves his release and you’re planning on giving it to him. You reach for the lube beside the couch and pour a generous amount of it all over the toy you were going to use on him tonight. You can practically hear Jimin purr and it spurs you on more.

“Are you ready, Petal?” “I am.”

You rub the toy from his balls to his rectum before tapping it against his balls and watching his cock jump from excitement. You know if you hit the right spot, he will cum. Honestly, It’s what you’re banking on.

“Baby, hold your legs up for me.” You help him by placing his feet on the edge of the couch and pulling his bottom closer to you for leverage. He eyes you curiously, unsure of what you’re about to do. You want him to cum, want him to finally get the release he deserves since you’ve been edging him as you slowly insert the toy back into him. 

Only, instead of starting to move it, you angle it so it’ll graze his prostate if he moves.

“Be still, pretty,” You warn as he whines, his head falling back against the couch. He loves it when you’re ruthless with your teasing , but now, he wants to feel you close. 

‘You want me. my prince?” His eyes light up the moment you move away as he watches you stand to your feet to pull your leggings down your legs and off to the side. Uncaring of where they land. He realizes a minute too late that you weren’t wearing any underwear and before he can say anything, you move his legs back down and in the process, it pushes hard against him as he moans. 

“I want you…” He whimpers, biting his bottom lip as you make the move to stand above him on the couch. His eyes go straight to your pussy and wet you are. The way it’s glistening in the light makes his mouth water even more. “Mommy,” He moans, brain focused on one thing and that’s to pleasure you. “Please.”

“Like what you see, Honey?” You squat to hover over his lap, grabbing his jaw to bring his face closer. You kiss his lips as he melts in your embrace and it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen. “You want me to fuck you, my prince.”

“I do,” He whispers against your lips and well, who are you to deny such a request? “Take me…”

“Oh, baby I’m going make you cum so hard you’re not gonna remember how to speak.” 

At that, Jimin’s mind goes into a frenzy as he tries to raise his hips to be closer to you but you stop him.

“Have a little patience, baby.” You kiss down his neck as you nip and bite at the spot that makes him lose his mind. He’s so close! So, so close and he doesn’t know what to do. “Put your hands behind your back, sweetheart, and keep them there.”

He practically sits on his hands and when you deem him ready, you make quick work of grabbing his cock and lining it up with your wet cunt. He waits in anticipation once you make eye contact, his mouth falling open the moment you take all of him. You sit briefly, eyes scrunched close and listening to his soft pants.

“You fit me perfectly.” You moan, seeing Jimin with tears brimming at the corner of his eyes.

“You feel so good,” He softly sighs, feeling the way your pussy clenches around him. With how much you’ve edged him, he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last but he wants to try to last as much as he can. “I-I’m ready…”

“You’re so soft, baby.” You pepper kisses all over his cheek and jawline that he closes his eyes to accept. The feeling of being so loved by someone that it’s making his heart want to burst from his chest he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t wanna do anything but you. “You look so pretty.”

“Only pretty for you.”

“Yeah? No one else?”

“No one compares to you, mommy.” His face falls into the crook of your neck as he whimpers at the feeling of him bottoming out inside you. “Oh god…” Jimin sighs, nails digging into his wrists as he tries his hardest not to touch you no matter how much he wants to. “M-Move, please.”

You’re slow to rotate your hips, loving the way his cock drags against your walls. He’s so thick that he fits you so snug and the way your walls clench around him has him almost blowing his load.

“I can’t-”

“Yes you can, baby.” You lift your hips before sitting on his cock to begin rocking back and forth. You roll your hips and he can feel the way your pussy clenches against his cock.

“Touch. ‘Wan touch. ‘M so c-close. Please!”

“Go ahead, Petal.” You smile and when he grabs you by the waist, you can’t help but pick up your pace. He can feel your breast drag against his chest every time you go up and down. The skin to skin contact feels so good, it makes him feel like he’s on fire. His body burns from the intensity of your movements. “Feels good?”

“So good.”

Jimin squeezes your waist as you let out a moan. You find yourself wanting to kiss Jimin as you press your lips into his. It starts slow and soft, before pressing harder and pushing your tongue into his mouth. He kisses you back eagerly as your tongues intertwine. Deep and passionate. The sounds of the couch scraping against the wooden floor is like nails to a chalkboard the more you continue to ride him but his moans outweigh it.

You smile into the kiss as his eyes flutter shut. He is savoring the moment. 

"I'm close. Again. Close so close..." He whines, unable to keep up with the feeling burning in his stomach. He feels like he's about to explode with pleasure. He's dropping further and further into his sub-drop as he clings to you harder. He holds you as close as he physically can but you know it's not enough for him. He's going to need more and you're going to give your baby what he wants.

"You're almost there, sweetie."

"Please..." He can feel your hand between your bodies, no doubt going to play with your clit to help you cum. He would help but he’s so lost, he’s not sure if he’ll be much use. “Cum… with me?”

"Mhm, Stay with me, honey."

"Please, Please!" He's breathless, nails digging in your back as he's lost in fucking himself in your pussy. You moaning out that your cumming only fuels his fire. He’s coming in hot behind you. "Cum... Cum... I'm-"

You feel his warm cum seep into you the moment it happens as you let him finally  ride out his orgasm. He shudders before whining about being sensitive and wet.

"Fuck..." His eyes roll to the back of his head and for a second, you can't help but feel a surge of pleasure ripple through you. You take a deep breath and smile, feeling satisfied and pleased. You reach a hand up to brush his hair back from his face and kiss his forehead. He's still before slumping against your chest, exhausted. You wrap your arms around him, feeling your heart swell with so much love.

"Jimin.” You hold Jimin's face, and seeing the look of relief that washes over his features makes you feel a sense of love. “How are you feeling, sweetheart? Feeling good?"

"Feeling great." He reassures you, leaning forward to kiss you on the lips. He grabs your arms to get you to wrap them around his waist. You can feel him grin against your neck, mimicking his gesture because that’s all you want for him. “It was amazing.” “Really?”

"Yes.” He squeezes your waist before doing his best to hold you still. “I also wanted to say thank you." 

"For what, my love?" 

“Being so good to me.” Jimin grins as he throws his arms around your neck to pull you closer. You fall against his chest in a fit of laughter but he knows it’s not in a fit of mocking. 

“That’s all I want to be. You deserve the world Jimin and I plan to give it to you.” You bring your hand to his cheek to caress as he melts into your embrace. He knows this but hearing you say it makes his heart flutter even more. “Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise, baby.”

He nods, trying to hide his blushing cheeks. He feels as if he’s on cloud nine and he doesn’t want to come down. 

“Baby look at me.” 

He leans back to look at you with a lovesick smile. He’s drunk off you and quite honestly, it’s the best feeling in the world. 

“You’re so pretty.” You smile back, finally feeling him soften inside of you. Do you want to get up? No not at all but when you check the time, you realize you’re going to be late. “Baby, we should get up.”

“No!” He’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist to hold you still. “You’re so warm. Don’t wanna leave…”

“We’re going to be late.”

Jimin whines, uncaring of anything other than loving you. You know when he gets like this, it gets hard for him to come back without the proper coaxing. So Instead, you lean into his warmth, holding his head into your breath as you hear him release the breath he was holding. You play with the hair on the back of his neck and there’s a moment where all you want to do is stay here in his arms. 

“Baby?” You lean back to kiss his forehead as he looks at you with nothing but love sparkling in his eyes. “Do you wanna just stay here? We can order takeout.”

He nods and well, you know neither of you are going to get up any time soon.

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[prettynxsty]

How BTS Likes It

Summary: This is literally just a series of drabbles on how they like to be railed.

Warnings: all of bts have pussies, futa/girlcock, the reader isn't really gendered? but just in case, mentions of squirting, mentions of creaming, namjoon impregnation kink, namjoon titties, obvs top reader, rough sex

A/N: tbh bitch i don't write drabbles, I had this shelved away and decided to post it. don't expect this sort of stuff to be frequent

Jimin rides you while you're on your back, hard and fast because he's greedy. It makes him feel shy but he feels so sexy when you stare at him like you want to eat him up. He likes having control but he needs to feel your hands on his hips, grounding him. It sends his heart aflutter because you could take over at any moment and fuck into him, making him moan and bounce around uselessly, while his tummy quivers pathetically.

Yoongi rides you while you're on your back, but he's going nice and slow. He has his hands gently pressed onto your chest or stomach for leverage. He has a really pretty arch in his back. He's doing that thing again. The thing where he looks at you with those big pretty eyes, the tip of his tongue lazily resting over the corner of his mouth, moaning in a breathy way. He doesn't have to ask because you know, grabbing his hips every once in a while and grinding in the slow, deep way that makes him throw his head back and his toes curl.

Taehyung is in the mating press, he squeezes his legs around your hips and his arms around your shoulders in a way that's so impossibly tight. He's greedy for you to piston back in and wants so desperately to touch you. You can feel his hip abductors trembling because he's falling apart. He’s calling for you constantly, wishing you could be even closer to each other.

You fuck Hobi on his back, cupping the back of his knees with your hands, pressing them up toward his chest. He thrashes his head around because you've restricted his squirming to fisting the sheets. Your thighs clap against the back of his, your pace is unpredictable as hell. You get so fucking deep inside of him when he's on his back like this. After so long his pussy starts talking back, wet and noisy because he's creaming nonstop.

Jin is lying on his side at a slight angle, his leg is thrown over your shoulder and the other rests on the sheets, you grip the upper and lower portion of his thigh respectively. Your knees dig into the mattress as you pound into him. His bony fingers are pale from how he holds onto the fitted sheets and pillow for dear life, his whole frame is bouncing. He's singing for you so loudly. His voice rises in pitch when you start fumbling with his clit, reaching a harsh rhythm. He croaks for you to stop when his thighs and hips begin to tremble violently, his squirt dribbling around the sides of your dick.

Joon loves to ride you in cowgirl because he can see all of you and touch as much of you as possible. Your face is buried between his tits when his head lolls back, his cream caking up around your base. You plant your hands on his ass, spreading his dumpy cheeks and plant your feet against the bed to fuck him harder. His pleas are chanting, but you know he doesn't want you to stop. He knows he shouldn't play around with getting pregnant, but his head is too far gone for him to remember if he took the pill this morning. All he knew then, is that he wouldn't mind having your kid.

Kookie doesn't mind any position you put him in. It shouldn't make him so wet when he thinks about how sore he is afterward. He mewls something beautiful when you yank his head back by a handful of his fluffy black curls and take him from behind. His hips bow toward the bed like he's a useless bitch in heat while you split him open. Other times, he's on his back, gripping the pillowcase under his head. your knees are spread wide, firmly planted. Your hands grip his hips and the barest cusp of his ass, lifting him to meet your hips like he's a dumb little blow up doll. He shivers and clenches around you each time you growl.

[mintchocohip]

sub!bts as househusbands

╺ requested | the ot7 as househusbands!

╺ note | sub!bts x domme!reader. see each member for any notes!

TAEHYUNG ➜

note | roleplay

Visiting friends, putting on his errand boy hat, or wandering town with a camera, an empty stomach, and a pocketful of cash occupy chunks of Taehyung’s weekdays. He isn’t allowed to open his sub journal until three hours past noon—that’s the hour when he misses you the most. At the sanctioned time Taehyung opens the journal to today’s date and picks out a handwritten note delicately tucked into the pages. Today, he’s Maestra’s best student—recording himself practicing the new song you chose on his violin. “'I’ll do anything for Maestra. I would be her Cinderella,’” you’re finally home, and you’re sitting next to Taehyung on the couch reading aloud the journal entry he scribbled after sending you the recording, “'cleaning on hands and knees.’” Taehyung’s sheepishness at hearing you voice his fantasies is cured by a fluff of his hair and a fond kiss on his rosy ear. As you wash dishes with Taehyung later this evening you’ll contemplate tomorrow. Choosing these secret tasks is your prerogative. Still. Your husband always has amazing ideas. 

YOONGI ➜

notes | naked apron kink, mentions of pegging

Yoongi is the ideal house husband. He’s vigilant, hardworking, and resourceful. A need for time and space alone is never questioned. When your sleepy-eyed husband emerges from the solitude of his home studio, though, Yoongi needs tangible proof he’s making you happy. “An apron?” Yoongi glances down at the white sheath. He wandered into the kitchen to find you home from work with a shopping bag on your elbow. You’re holding the apron’s straps against his shoulders to judge the fit. “Cooking naked. Flying oil. Makes me nervous... I thought my little chef could use an apron.” Yoongi blinks. He knows he’s blushing. Usually, he doesn’t pull on clothes before waking up early to cook you breakfast and pack your lunch for work. Cooking for you is basic, respectful routine. It would be easier to toss on a baggy shirt than tie an apron. This gift mostly appears to benefit the person who strolls into the kitchen most mornings acting like you’re already hopped up on two espressos and daydreaming about giving him the strap tonight while you wake yourself up knowing full well the effect your naughty backhugs and whispered “good morning, baby”s have on his attempts to focus on stirring veggies in the frying pan, of course; but, Yoongi has a feeling he might enjoy it more than you do.

JUNGKOOK ➜

notes | mdlb, little!jk

Jungkook waited for the right moment expectantly. He sensed it in your aura. He felt it in the way you looked at him, listened to him, and held him in the weeks before. Something changed. It was a comfortable, gentle change. Jungkook cried when he proposed. He cried at the wedding. He cried when you said it would be better to stop renting dungeon space and instead find an apartment with a suitable extra room. Marriage was about romance, symbolism, and becoming yours. Jungkook knew his lifestyle of playing games and going to the gym all day wouldn’t change. You’re two self-sufficient people who fix up chores as they appear. Most days, Jungkook feels that vocally supporting your ambitions and treating the apartment like a laundrette are the most important things he can do. When you text him to say you’re coming home early and wondering if he could take out all of his littlespace things and set up the playroom before you’re through the door—shocks run up Jungkook’s spine. He gloats like your friend when he steals your snacks, and he thinks like a roommate when he asks if he can dedicate more closet space to his growing shoe collection. Right now, you need your partner. That special knowledge relaxes Jungkook with peaceful—dry-eyed—certainty.  

HOSEOK ➜

note | mommy kink

You didn’t know housework channels existed until Hoseok started one. The ‘mommy’ in his social media handle is cutesy but sincere. In the past Hoseok has always felt tingly and whole when you gave him a sarcastic “sorry, mom” after he scolded you for putting drain cleaner in the wrong cupboard or failing to tap down a coaster for a glass of water. Now, it’s what a legion of fans call the faceless, apron-clad man posting soothing clips of himself cleaning through every room of this gorgeous sunny apartment and, occasionally, grooming the puppies. You’ve never really looked at any of it. Hoseok appreciates that you have him so wholly you don’t need to. “Soft,” you mutter while laying in bed with him at night. You’re playing with his hair to make him smile. Hoseok knows a certain bedside drawer is off-limits from his urge to tidy and rearrange. When you roll over to open it he curls up inside. At some point this house gained two mommies. Only one Mommy is dignified with a capital M in texts through fluxes of dirty talk and reminders to buy new air filters. Only one of them decides when and how Hoseok gets off. Your husband enjoys organizing his days. For your sake, he’s even happier to surrender his nights. 

JIMIN ➜

note | lifestyle d/s

Watered plants, vacuumed cat hair, spotless surfaces, empty recycling, lines in praise of Mistress. Jimin sends you photos of today’s completed chores at the scheduled times and gets cute emojis in return. If he lived alone Jimin might spend all day playing with the foster cats and downing wine at brunch. As it is, he carefully considers a new color scheme for the bathroom. He needs this space to be pretty for you. Shopping with a wide open budget usually distracts Jimin into sending you pictures of a giant teddy bear and asking if you would be angry to find it in the living room when you come home. Although he flutters from amusement to amusement, Jimin is always home, relaxed, and wearing the clothes you like when he needs to be. Hanging up your backpack and taking off your shoes, following you into the bedroom, and kneeling at the edge of the bed to massage your legs and eat your cunt is ritualistic. Jimin makes amazing coffee. You lounge in bed, sip the mug he brings, and tell him what to order for dinner. Discipline earns its rewards. The reason you bicker with smiles on your faces about Jimin’s definition of “spotless surfaces” is absolute comfort. You know what you want from each other, and you want the same things.  

NAMJOON ➜

Lounging in the garden is a fine way to spend a weekend afternoon. Cool shade inside the wisteria tunnel is dappling Namjoon with light and shadow. You lean over the picnic tatami and clink lemonade cans with the man who created this masterpiece. He smiles shyly when he realizes you’re staring. You’re giving him that look. Once upon a time, discovering that you don’t care too much about your surroundings excited Namjoon. It’s a form of power he never thought he would have in a marriage. Perusing local furniture galleries and commissioning artists to furnish a home that suits his aesthetic sparked Namjoon’s creativity. Tempering compost, monitoring seedlings in the garden, and flecking walkways with wildflowers and willows brims him with encompassing adoration for life. Beauty is created in the wake of his passionate work. “Unbutton your shirt halfway.” You're taking a sip of lemonade, leaning back, and watching Namjoon follow your instruction. Buttons open somewhat shakily. He rests his hands and waits to hear your next idle thought on what he should do for you. The outlines of these moments cross your mind slowly and meander to your imagination. You don’t have the patience for gardening. You do have the patience to capture some of Namjoon’s beauty for yourself.  

SEOKJIN ➜

note | blindfolds

Your coworkers have met him at parties. Seokjin is a friendly, handsome man with savoir faire. A creative list of salacious reasons a man like that would drop his career forms behind your back. Seokjin scoffs when you relay gossip to him. He’s especially fond of the idea he’s a criminal witness skirting discovery. Trying the hobbies he never had time for, taking his little cousins to the aquarium, fishing weekends, signing up for classes at the local university, streaming liveplays out of his gaming room or cooking tutorials out of the fancy kitchen you funded—Seokjin savors it all with fresh-faced enthusiasm. Some days he just takes out the trash, folds laundry, edges himself, gets bored, catnaps, and checks his phone to see if you can call because he’s lonely today and nothing he could do compares to hearing his wife tell him what’s on her mind. There is an unwieldy desire inside Seokjin, despite it all. He needs to demonstrate the ways he cherishes, protects, and provides for you. Sometimes, it’s being the person you need to tell about your day. It’s being the person who cooks your comfort foods, provides warm hugs, queues your shows, and takes you on dates. Most often, it’s your kiss on his forehead as you adjust the blindfold and praise him sweetly. “You’re the reason,” you remind him with another kiss, “that I’m always smiling when I think about home.”

[sabrinareadsbts]

SMUT LIBRARY

Welcome to my little smutty library. (18+)

🔥=smut, 💕=fluff, 🌪️=angst 🌟=personal favorite, ✅=completed series

OT7 (multiple members)

one shots

Cerberus (Jungkook x Jimin x Taehyung x reader) by @craztextae🔥 🌟 mxm, fxm, group sex, strong bdsm themes, domme!reader, sub!Jungkook, good boy!Jimin (?), brat!Taehyung, bondage, water sports... this is kinky

perfect men (Jungkook x Yoongi x Hobi x Jimin x reader) by @kookskingdom​  🔥 brat/sub!reader, all of them are doms, a perfect birthday present, everyone loves it, dirty talk, smut

Happy Birthday Kitten (Jungkook x Jimin x reader) by @craztextae  🔥 just a lot of smut and blowjobs

series

Sanguis Alpha (focus: Taehyung x y/n) by @borathae  🔥 💕 🌪️ Vampire!AU, University!AU, smut, angst, mystery, romance

Satisfy (Kim line x y/n) by @suga-kookiemonster  🔥 escort!au, Kim line is rich rich, big dicks, smut

Ruin You (Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader) by @taegularities​  🔥 💕 🌪️ ​ boyfriend!Jungkook, Taehyung joins them, cuckold, threesome, dirty talk, dom!Taehyung, switch!reader Read my review for part 1.

NAMJOON

one shots

Spice  by @breakiebunny  🔥 💕 🌪️ E2L, coworkers, chef!Namjoon (who would’ve thought?) 

TAEHYUNG

one shots

Breakfast in bed by @borathae 🔥💕 🌟 (tiny angst) best friends 2 lovers, sub!Taehyung, soft!domme reader

Paint me by @yoonjinkooked 🔥💕 strangers 2 lovers, painter!Taehyung, set in Italy, romantic

Helping Hands by @snackhobi  🔥 💕 🌟 (tiny angst) best friends 2 lovers, room mates, massage, smut, fluff (they’re in love okayyyyy?)

Soaring High by @taegularities  🔥  DILF!Tae, smut on a plane

Tanzanite Treasures by @kimtaehyunq  🔥 💕 Merman!Taehyung, smut, fluff

greengreengreen by @njssi🔥 💕 (tiny angst at the end but it’s all good!) stoner!Taehyung, first time smut together, Taehyung has a huge dick and knows how to use it

red light, green light by @rockwithwoo  🔥 💕 established relationship, guided masturbation over the phone

pushin’ limits by @zienth  🔥  room mate!Taehyung, Taehyung cocky, it’s funny, smut

It’s Boo(ty) Season by @scribblemetae    🔥  Halloween fic, fuckboy!Taehyung, Taehyung is dressed up as a firefighter, smut, degradation, face slapping 

Let’s Try Again by @kimtaehyunq  🔥 💕 DILF!Taehyung, pregnant!reader, married!au, they are like horny teenagers, this couple is cute :(, smut, Christmas party 

Forbidden Touch by @jkeuphoriadreamland  🔥 step brother!Taehyung, daddy kink, forbidden fruit, dirty talk, degradation, name calling

Say My Name by @jamaisjoons  🔥 hard dom!Taehyung, room mates, best friend!Jungkook, Taehyung is possessive and jealous, they basically fuck in front of Jungkook, pain kink, degradation, praise, dirty talk

Me Time by @breakiebunny​  🔥 student!Taehyung, reader is older, dom!Taehyung, ex-husband Park Seo-Joon, smut, cute dates, Taehyung’s duality is dangerous

series

Enemy by @btssmutgalore 🔥(tiny angst) fuckboy!Taehyung, university!au, fwb, smut, dirty talk  See my review after part 7. 

Bicker by @btssmutgalore  🔥🌪️ enemies to lovers, emotional constipation, smut, PINING, dirty talk See my review after part 6. 

Curtain by @btssmutgalore  🔥 exhibitionism, smut (masturbation), sexting

Kittenfishing by @bonvoyagenoona  🔥 💕 🌪️ ✅ strangers to lovers, neighbors, smut, feelings, y/n has issues, Tae is a sweetheart :(, happy end though!!

Madam Cupcake Series by @craztextae  🔥 💕 🌪️ 🌟 ✅ feat. Jungkook  Idol!au, fwb, strangers to lovers?, Taekook mxm, threesomes, dom sub themes, (mostly) sub!Jungkook and dom!Taehyung, dom!reader, emotional constipation, SO MUCH ANGST, filthy filthy smut, phone sex, zoom sex, public sex, prepare to get your heart broken. See my review for the last part. 

Rotten Angel Cake by @inkedtae  🔥🌪️ sugar daddy!Taehyung, curvy!reader, smut, strangers to lovers? See my review for part 9. Ruin You (Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader) by @taegularities​​  🔥 💕 🌪️​ boyfriend!Jungkook, Taehyung joins them, cuckold, threesome, dirty talk, dom!Taehyung, switch!reader Read my review for part 1.

Creep by @craztextae  🔥🌪️ 🌟 DILF!Taehyung, neighbors, voyeurism, masturbating, oral, smut smut smut, funny conversations, Taehyung is a little obsessed with the reader

JUNGKOOK

one shots

A Holiday Snowdown by @kpopfanfictrash  🔥💕🌪️ E2L, snowboarder!Jungkook, skiresort!au

UNO by @craztextae  🔥🌟 pure smut, Jungkook is a good friend and he just wants to make you cum, he is pierced changes in between by  @taegularities  🔥💕🌪️ room mate!Jungkook, idiots strangers to friends to lovers, feat. Kim Taehyung, smut, fluff, heart break, angsty angsty but beautiful

The Present by @btssmutgalore  🔥🌪️ 🌟(angst is tiny, she is just really insecure) blonde!Jungkook, you’re Jungkook’s birthday present, reader is insecure, Jungkook is really into her, a little bit of a threesome but no girl on girl action, smut smut smut, dirty talk (lots of talking actually), he just really wants to make you cum

Sleepover by @personasintro  🔥(tiny angst) best friend’s little brother!Jungkook, reader is older (a noona-fic), a little bit of foodplay

lucky one by @sparklingchim  🔥 💕 established relationship, pussy eating, smut, cute :( suck it up! by @jungkxook  🔥💕 vampire!Jungkook, college!au, this is funny, Halloween fic 

wicked by @noteguk 🔥(a little angst) demon!Jungkook, corruption kink, filthy smut, demon!Jungkook has a big dick, reader is inexperienced 

series

Madam Cupcake Series by @craztextae  🔥 💕 🌪️ 🌟 ✅ feat. Taehyung Idol!au, fwb, strangers to lovers?, Taekook mxm, threesomes, dom sub themes, (mostly) sub!Jungkook and dom!Taehyung, dom!reader, emotional constipation, SO MUCH ANGST, filthy filthy smut, phone sex, zoom sex, public sex, prepare to get your heart broken. See my review for the last part.

Ruin You (Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader) by @taegularities  🔥 💕 🌪️ boyfriend!Jungkook, Taehyung joins them, cuckold, threesome, dirty talk, dom!Taehyung, switch!reader Read my review for part 1.

Bunny by @btssmutgalore  🔥 💕 🌪️ 🌟 (angst is tiny) camboy!Jungkook, Jungkook is shy, friends to lovers, reader is sexually frustrated, smut, awkward first time together but still hot hot hot, dirty talk (lots of it), masturbation

Good Thing by @breakiebunny  🔥(tiny angst)  fwb, Jungkook wants to make you cum, rich boy!Jungkook, cocky Jungkook

[4200nemobackup]

Can you do sub!bts imagine/reaction of when they are jealous because their crush is hanging outmore with another member more than him

Have a nice day<3

Yes I can bb! Luv u<333

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Ask above: “can you do sub!bts imagine/reaction of when they are jealous because their crush is hanging out more with another member more than him”

Pairing: sub!bts x domme!reader

A/n:happy to be back up and writing! My health is starting to get better, and I’m starting to feel much better! I love you all for your support! If this isn’t up to par, feel free request again.

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Jin: Jin’s jealousy is rather stoic. He will start giving you shorter answers, or practically blowing you off. It honestly doesn’t take you long to figure out what the issue is. At first you realize you have to coax the answer out of him, and continuously ask him what the issue is before he actually says anything. You find it cute honestly, how he turns his head to the side and refuses to admit what he’s jealous about.

“You want me all to yourself huh? So cute.”

You saying that makes his eyes widen almost comically, and it kind of makes him throb a little bit.

Yoongi: Yoongi doesn’t get jealous, he gets quiet. Super quiet and distant. Not in the way Jin does. He doesn’t really have an attitude or anything of the sort. He kind of just sinks into himself and tries to move past the fact that you may enjoy the company of said other member more than his. He doesn’t want to bother you with it, so when you begin to ask him why he’s become so distant, he says “nothing” and just tries to move along.

But when you eventually coax it out of him, he feels embarrassed for telling you.

“Yoongi, why are you embarrassed? You’re so adorable.”

He starts blushing, immediately.

Hobi: Hobis jealousy is very playful, and he cutely nags you to spend more time with him I think. When he’s being playful, he whines to you and asks for you to pay attention to him only. However when he’s serious about the matter, he becomes a mix of Yoongi and Jin, most likely ignoring you, or trying not to worry about it. He’s rather hurt about it, because it brings up certain feelings he suppressed about himself.

However he’s instantly much more personable when you both discuss his feelings, and when you also confess he’s extremely excited, not even caring about any other explanations you have to offer other than that in the moment.

Namjoon: Joonie doesn’t get jealous I don’t think. He think he’s very aware that you and him aren’t together so he tells himself that he has no right to be Jealous. The only thing is he only wonders why you spend less time with him and more with other members. Even then, he doesn’t really bother you about it, kind of like Yoongi. He just continues treating you like a friend, until you notice the issue. He doesn’t beg you for communication or anything for that matter. He’s just a little down about it, until you decide to throw him a bone.

Jimin: the cutest of the cute. He’s like hobi when he’s playful, but there is no serious side. If you start to hang out with other members other than him, he starts saying things like “go talk to your other members.” He’s too adorable. He playfully whines, and begs you to pay attention to him, saying that he’s the apple of your eye. Jimin is so adorable when jealous, and it makes you pay attention to him more. Sometimes he throws himself at you, which is even cuter.

Taehyung: Taehyung is pouty when jealous. He does little things to make you pay attention to him, and whines as well for your attention. He pines for you, which is too adorable for you to resist. He wants to be up under you at all times, and it shows when he’s jealous. It confuses you at first why he begins to act this way, but surely you realize it’s because he as a huge crush on you. The revelation makes you melt, and encourage his cute behavior.

Jungkook: the king of possessiveness. He probably gets visibly upset at you for hanging too much with the other members. Jungkook will express to you his level of distress about this in such a pouty way, it just makes you want to eat him up to be honest. The way he gets frustrated over such a matter his incredibly adorable, and his word choice is even more.

“I just want you all to myself! Stop hanging with them and spend time with me!”

[youtifulhobi]

Silver Locks [MYG] (18+)

➴ Pairing: Yoongi x reader | WC: 2.1k | Genre: smut | Rating: 18+

➴ Warnings: this is a pwp. Those under 18 years of age should not be interacting with this work. Mentions of an ACL injury.

➴ Tags: exhibitionism kink, domme!reader, slightly bratty sub!Yoongi, marking, unprotected sex, clothed sex, grinding, thigh riding, slight dirty talk, biting, creampie

➴ Summary: There are a few ways to distract your lover from an injury that prevents him from performing in front of his fans. You happen to know his favourite.

➴ A/N: many thanks for the darling @triviafics​ for betaing this and doing it way before the deadline so I could release this early!!

Dedicated to my soulmate and lover of all things Yoongi, @joheunsaram​, as well as my Yoongi fanatics @sugasbabiie and @yoon2k

You feel a tingling on the nape of your neck, a surefire sign that someone is watching you. It would’ve been unnerving if you aren’t surrounded by people you trust, but you look up regardless.

That is mistake number one. Min Yoongi, better known to the world as worldwide boy band BTS’s Suga or Agust D, is boring a hole into your skull with his stare, alight and a fire burning in his gaze. You tamp down on the smirk that threatens to overtake your lips and return to styling Namjoon’s hair, now keenly aware of the culprit responsible for the hair-raising sensation.

Mistake number two is not paying attention to the clock on the wall. If you’d glanced at it, you would’ve seen that it was time for the boys to reunite with their fans for the last couple of performances for the evening before the concert wrapped up. As a result, Namjoon shoots you a sheepish smile as he ducks out from under your hair gel-covered hands and runs with the rest of the members to the door, awaiting the stage lift that serves to bring them once again in front of their adoring fans.

Yoongi stays where he is, watching them with an unhappy expression as he absentmindedly rubs his ankle. He would’ve been joining them in rushing to the stage if he hadn’t badly torn his ACL and was under strict orders to not move unless strictly necessary.

Suddenly acutely aware that you and Yoongi are the only ones left in the dressing room, you shift awkwardly from foot to foot as you wipe your hands on a nearby towel. Mistake number three. 

You’d forgotten that you were wearing a curve-hugging dress that flared at the waist, with no underwear as per Yoongi’s request.

The unexpected movement that your thighs create against your clitoris have you sucking in a quiet gasp, though it doesn’t escape Yoongi’s attention. With a cocked eyebrow and a slight tilt of the head, he rakes his eyes up and down your figure before he notices the telltale shapes of your legs under your black dress.

“A little too much friction?” he asks, smirking. You scowl at him. He knows the answer, and yet he still wants you to answer it, mainly because he enjoys the way your cheeks heat up under the attention.

“We’re running out of time if you want a quickie,” you offer as a proposition. Yoongi nods, and you relish in the way his lips part just a miniscule amount in a show of how aroused he actually is. That, and the noticeable tent in his slacks.

You groan with need, feeling a rush of warmth pooling in your lower abdomen as you stride over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. The fabric under your palms feels hot to the touch, and knowing that it’s not the warm atmosphere of the dressing room that’s made him this heated sends a pleasurable tingle down your spine.

You offer no other words to set the mood, knowing that your time is running out with each passing second. Instead, you sit firmly behind the bulge in his pants so that it presses against your core and wrap a hand around the back of Yoongi’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss that leaves you both breathless.

No sooner than you’ve pulled back to gasp for air does he pull you right back, moulding his mouth against yours as he scrapes his teeth against your sensitive lower lip. You growl into the kiss, knowing he’s testing you to see if you’re up for dominance today.

The answer is yes. An unrelenting, selfish, needy, yes. Forget the reason for wanting to take control today is borne from a combination of wanting to get back at your boyfriend for convincing you to go panty-less and distracting him from the fact that he can’t go on stage to see his fans. The point is that you want dominance, and you will have it now.

You grind hard against Yoongi’s clothed erection, ripping a moan out of his throat as the pleasure causes his brain to temporarily short circuit. He throws his head back, unwittingly exposing his throat to you.

You pounce on it immediately without thinking consciously, like a hunter finally given an opportunity to capture its prey after waiting an excruciating amount of hours. You gently bite the area where his carotid artery is throbbing away, supplying life giving blood to his brain. Yoongi hisses, but it’s a sound from barely concealed restraint rather than pain. You know he trusts you, but the two of you have agreed on a system that either party can use if things are getting too wild. Two taps followed by a squeeze on the wrist and everything stops and boundaries are re-established, with no judgement from either participant.

It’s only when Yoongi finally tilts his head back further in an act of true submission that you release his flesh from your teeth, flick a tongue against his pulse point and suckle at it, leaving only the barest hint of a love bite. 

Wanting to see the angry red cock that is sure to be weeping for you, you reach down between your legs and carefully undo Yoongi’s zipper before grasping him tightly in your hand and pulling him out. You can barely hold back the hypothetical stars in your eyes that shine upon seeing your lover’s poorly concealed secret. You’ve never let him live down the fact that he’d basically bared all in that particular set of pink silk pyjamas. Everyone knows Min Yoongi has a big dick. Few know it as well as you do.

You rub the tip of Yoongi’s cock, spreading the evidence of his arousal all around the head of his erection, taking care to stroke the frenulum just the way he likes it. Yoongi whimpers under your actions, already having been pushed to his limit in a short amount of time.

He grips your hips in a wordless plea to stop the pleasurable torture, and you take pity on him, standing up only to swish your skirts into a position where it would hide the depraved act you’re about to commit. 

You grasp Yoongi’s jaw between your forefinger and thumb and force his head upwards, wanting to watch the myriad of emotions that always flicker across his face when you allow him access to the most physically intimate part of you.

He doesn’t disappoint, his expression ranging from relief to unconcealed pleasure that you end up tucking between your breasts, not wanting any possibly hidden security cameras to capture a face that Yoongi lets only you see. Yoongi groans into your chest, while you bury your face in his silvery grey locks.

No matter how many times you fuck Yoongi, you never get used to the way he fits you so perfectly. Your favourite part of sex with him is undoubtedly when your cunt has to stretch to accomodate him, fluttering involuntarily around his cock.

You take a moment to adjust, and Yoongi stays still underneath you, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles on your lower back. He never rushes you, regardless of who is in charge that day, and you’re always grateful to him for it.

When you think you’re able to move, you lean forward, hands resting once more on his shoulders, and give a few experimental bounces that has Yoongi uttering a string of curses into your ear. It seems that Yoongi isn’t in the mood to play full submissive today, however, and in a perfectly timed motion, tilts his pelvis and meets your hips just as you’re coming back down.

You let out a moan loud enough that your eyes widen, wondering if anyone heard. You pull back and give Yoongi an incredulous look akin to the one Seokjin frequently doles out when indignant.

Not one to be outdone, you dig the fingertips of one hand into Yoongi’s shoulder and hold his chin with the other, nails digging into the skin. Without missing a beat, you swoop in and press your lips against his, parting just enough to let your tongue slip through and demand access to Yoongi’s mouth. He lets out a noise somewhere between a whine and a grunt that melts seamlessly into a moan as you wrestle control back from him with a well-timed clench around his cock.

The pads of his fingers dig into the flesh at the bottom of your spine, and you grin, knowing you’ve won. The two of you begin moving in perfect sync, having had plenty of practice and time to get it right.

Soon enough, beads of sweat begin to form on your temple as the temperature in the dressing room climbs higher, courtesy of the sinful actions you and Yoongi are committing under the bright fluorescent lights. 

Sometime between the muffled whimpers and sounds of his thighs slapping against your ass, Yoongi’s hands had found yours, interlacing your fingers together and providing a form of support as you bounced on his cock.

Your legs begin to tire, but you’d never been one to deprive yourself of a good time, and feeling Yoongi stretch you out and fill you in a way only he could was the very definition of time well spent. 

Your breaths start to come in little huffs, each one ending in a mewl as you feel yourself starting to approach your high. 

“Yoongi,” you gasp, squeezing his fingers to get his attention.

He looks up, sweat trickling down the sides of his gorgeous face, a slight flush tingeing his cheeks. 

“You—” your words cut off in a breathy cry as Yoongi’s cock hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you. “You close?”

He nods, breathing heavily. 

Suddenly overcome with an urge to mark him, you grab a fistful of Yoongi’s silver locks that lie flat against the nape of his neck and pull his head back to expose his neck, barely able to bend down to leave a faint bite mark on his jaw.

When his moans get steadily louder, you swoop in for an open mouthed kiss, swallowing all the sounds that leave his throat. You notice the way his hips begin to stutter, a sign that he’s quickly approaching his climax.

Determined not to be left behind, you take a moment to readjust and gyrate your hips so that his thighs grind against your clit, bringing you closer to your high with every move.

The two of you finish nearly at the same time, and you bury your nose in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as your walls spasm uncontrollably around his cock, milking as many drops of his release as they can.

You’re allowed only a few seconds’ rest before the beginning notes of the VCR begin to play, warning you that the boys are on their way back to the dressing room for a costume change.

Meeting Yoongi’s panicked gaze with your own, you stand up quickly, wincing at the way his softening cock slips out from inside you with a wet squelch. The sound itself is enough to make you want to go another round, but this is far from the right time to do so. You ignore the way Yoongi’s cum continues to leak out of your pussy, though you know it’s going to make a mess later on.

Almost immediately after fixing your appearances and settling in a position that you hope looks like it would be comfortable for a napping session, the boys come jogging into the room, sweat matting their hair to their foreheads.

“That set done?” you ask nonchalantly, cracking one eye open. You stifle a yawn, the action bringing tears to your eyes.

“Yeah, we only have a few minutes to change and rehydrate, but it’ll be enough to last us until the last intermission,” Jungkook chirps in between swigs of water. “That one will be a bit longer, thankfully.”

“Hey, does it smell like sweat in here to anyone else?” Hoseok asks. “I know we’re pretty sweaty ourselves, but we’ve only been here for a few seconds. That shouldn’t be—” 

His voice trails off as a thought occurs simultaneously to the rest of the members, and the rest of them let out a collective groan of disgust. “Did you two...?”

“Dunno what you’re talking about, we’ve been napping on and off the whole time. Woke up a few times due to the heat. Maybe we should talk to the staff here about their ventilation?” Yoongi offers lazily.

You hum your agreement sleepily, the post-sex haze beginning to settle in. Thank god your boyfriend still has his wits about him.

The six men trade doubtful looks, not quite buying the excuse, but decide to let it drop for the sake of their sanity. Only when they leave the dressing room for their second last set do you let a small smile take over your lips as you snuggle further into Yoongi’s embrace.

It's not the first time, and it won’t be the last.

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Kinktober 2021 masterlist

 Namjoon – Breath Play  This work contains dubious consent

Jin – Yandere  This work contains dubious consent

Yoongi – Pegging

Hobi – Bondage, sub!Hobi

Jimin – Thigh Riding

Taehyung – Strength

Jungkook - Praise, sub!JK

OT7 x reader – How Y/N met Bangtan pt1 (Maknae line)

Namjoon – Blindfold, Gorgon Reader

Jin – Edging, sub!Jin, Genie Reader

Yoongi – Love, Muse Reader

Hobi – Cock Warming, Mermaid Reader

Jimin – Mommy, Omega Jimin

Taehyung – Somnophilia, Incubus Taehyung

Jungkook – Service!dom, Vengeance Demon Jungkook

OT7 x reader  – How Y/N met Bangtan pt2 (Hyung line)

Namjoon x Jimin – Spit

Jin x Jungkook – Cum Eating

Yoongi x Hobi – Chikan

Hobi x Jin – Dry Humping Fem!domme

Jimin x Taehyung – Body swap/spit roast

Taehyung x Yoongi – Double Penetration

Jungkook x Namjoon – Overstimulation

Namjoon – Impreg

Jin – Aftercare 

Yoongi – Orgasm Control

Hobi – Toys

Jimin – Marking

Taehyung – Pumpkin Carving?

Jungkook – Public Sex

OT7 x reader – Pregnancy Roulette P1 P2 P3 P4

Masterlist

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↳ Index [Day 17 - Somnophilia & Blowjobs]

Pairing: sub!Namjoon x soft Domme!Reader

Kinks: consensual somnophilia, blowjob, nippleplay, finger sucking, body worship, praise, tears, clothed cock worship, blindfold, they are so in love

Wordcount: 3k

a/n: besties, sub!joon is now my new official obsession uhm? help? Enjoy besties he is legit the bestest boy 💛

Being a self-publishing author means that your hours are long and the days at home are way too little. Your husband understands, as his own job as a music producer keeps him terribly busy and often far away from home, but you still can’t help but feel shitty for always having to leave. 

Tonight however, you are finally coming home again after a month-long business trip. The hour is way past midnight when you enter your house. Until last November, you and Namjoon still lived in an apartment in the city, but with your careers finally taking off, you were finally able to afford your dream house right at the nature-heavy outskirts of the city. Namjoon has been busy filling your house with artworks and wooden furniture while you have been busy staying away far too much.

But not anymore. You will finally stay at home for the rest of the year, looking forward to it greatly.

You don’t call out for your husband when you come home, knowing very well that he will be fast asleep. So you abandon your luggage by the shoe rack and go straight for the kitchen for a light snack. The flight took way too long for you not to get hungry. Once the snack has been successfully consumed, you make your way to the bathroom, admiring all the new artwork you meet on your way. You can't wait to talk about it with Namjoon, you are sure he has the greatest stories to tell about all of them.

The shower you take feels relaxing and like everything you ever needed, leaving you with a feeling of intense comfort. And then it was finally time for you to meet your husband.

Namjoon, just as you had figured, is sleeping soundly, wearing his sleeping mask because he seemed to have been too lazy to close the blinds.

You appreciate his laziness, not only for allowing you to maneuver through the room successfully but also for giving you an opportunity to look at your sweetheart. 

You sit down at the edge of his side, placing your arm around him. 

Namjoon has his legs pulled to his chest and one hand under the pillow. His mouth is open, letting free the smallest snores. You can’t see his eyes, but you know that they are oh so pretty. 

"Hello my love, I’m back", you whisper, running the back of your hand down his cheek, "I missed you like crazy", you say, leaning down to kiss his temple. 

Namjoon mumbles in his sleep. It was incoherent, but sounded happy. Maybe he was greeting you. 

You kiss his temple a second time, then lift yourself to finally get into bed with him. You have just managed to get under the duvet when Namjoon rolls over in his sleep and drapes his arm over you. 

"Oh my god, baby", you almost squeal because of how cute he was, but control yourself to instead hug him back. His head slips into your chest, his back rumbles in his content little mumble and his fingers come resting on your lower back. 

"My baby", you sigh, hugging him tightly, "oh my big, soft baby. I missed you." 

Namjoon whimpers softly, nuzzling into you. You are aware that he is still asleep. But it makes you feel so much. To know that Namjoon searches for you the second you are back in your bed and the fact that he will chase you with soft whimpers even when deep asleep, breaks something inside you. You feel so guilty and terrible for ever abandoning him for so long, so happy to finally be back again and so desperate to make it up to him.

You push Namjoon to his back as gently as possible, placing yourself halfway on top of him and with your leg between his thighs. 

"I'm sorry", you whisper, "I'm sorry for taking so long", you breathe, rolling his head to the side gently to kiss up and down his neck. 

Namjoon sighs in his sleep, lips parting and never closing again.

You know that you are allowed to touch him. You and Namjoon had a long and thorough conversation about somnophilia and whether or not this was an enjoyable kink for both of you. You unanimously came to the decision that you indeed loved it both and just two days after that conversation, Namjoon woke you up with the most mind numbing, pussy-wetting head ever. Ever since then, you regularly wake each other for sex. Sometimes it is simply for a quick midnight wank, other times it serves as a sweet morning wake up call, other times it's the result of your wettest dreams and most of the times it is the desperate craving for another after a long business trip. 

Just like tonight. You are desperate, oh so desperate, for him. 

You abandon his neck to kiss down his collarbones, doing so with your eyes closed in bliss. His skin is softer than you remember, tasting oh so sweet. His pecs feel bigger under your lips, making you roll your hips against his thigh. Even that feels bigger than a month ago, grinding right against your sensitive clit. He is becoming so strong these days. Bear in mind, he will always stay your sweet baby, but you can’t deny that Namjoon's tits feel especially meaty tonight.

"So sexy", you murmur, massaging them with eager fingers, "so big. They’re so big all of a sudden", you add, kissing your way right along his underboob before moving on to his nipples. 

"Ah", the sound he lets out is still distorted in obvious sleep, but it manages to make your pussy wet nonetheless. Sucking on his pretty nipple, you massage the other, basking in how swollen they already feel.

Namjoon writhes slightly, letting out another sound. He must be caught in a deep sleep, because despite the very obvious pleasure you bring him, he continues slumbering. 

"So sexy", you sigh, slipping off his nipple to kiss down his soft tummy, "oh Joonie, you’re so pretty", you say and whimper, holding his waist between your hands as you suck hickeys onto his lower tummy. 

Namjoon moans softly, lips opening and closing and cock throbbing in his boxer shorts. The movement manages to make it grind against your chin. 

You lift your lips, now gawking down at the big bulge. 

"Fuck baby", you press out, placing your hand over his cock to rub it softly. 

"Ah mhm", Namjoon moans, cock throbbing under your palm. You look up at his face, realising that he was still sleeping. Poor boy, he must feel so desperate right now. 

You look back at this cock, wrapping your fingers around it as best as possible to glide them right along the shape of him. His boxers prevent it from standing free, forcing it to lie against his thigh and stretch the cotton fabric. It looks so big and hard. You touch his tip, rubbing it between your two fingers. 

Namjoon whimpers, squeezing his thighs together and failing miserably as you sit right between them.

"Cute, so cute", you mumble to yourself before lowering your lips to his cock. You kiss every inch of it, sighing from how nice it feels against your lips. Even if fabric covers it, the shape of him is already enough to still some of your aching hunger. 

Namjoon begins panting when you reach his tip to suck it right through the fabric. Your hand is on his balls, rubbing them slowly. Your eyes are closed, burning in grateful tears. You can taste him through the fabric. You missed the flavour so much. 

You tasted many cocks before Namjoon came into your life. Many, many terrible ones. But Namjoon is different. Not only is he a passionately clean person with a very hygenic cock, he also tastes so very sweet. Maybe it is because you really love him, but you genuinely think that Namjoon tastes oh so sweet. 

"I missed this", you croak, "fucking missed this like crazy", you rasp, kissing your way up his cock to the hem of his boxers. You tug them down as best as possible, revealing nothing more than his well groomed bush of pubes to you. You kiss them because you’re so crazy for him, inhaling his scent like an addict. 

"Fuck baby, you smell so good", you groan, trying somehow to get him outside. 

You manage after some struggle, holding his big cock by its base as your hungry eyes race over it. 

It looks so pretty in the moonlight.

His veins are swollen and throbbing, his tip is glistening and oh so dark in desperation. Truly, it is so much darker than the rest of his pretty cock, letting you know that his sleepy body is burning up in pleasure. 

You give it to him gladly, opening your mouth as far as possible to take him as deep as you can. You can’t waste any time easing into it, all you wanted for the past month was your husband’s pretty cock. You want to suck it until you're dizzy and his soul has left his body. Suck it, lick it, fuck it. You need it. Want it. Crave it. 

Your hand is around his balls, wrist aching from getting it bended weirdly by his shorts. Your lips are stretching around his girthy shaft, his tongue is swirling right around it. You spill some tears of happiness, moaning around his cock even if that sends an aggressive jerk through him.

"A-ah", Namjoon moans loudly, arching his back before dropping it. He flinches and gasps loudly, making you moan again because you know that means he is finally awake.

You begin bopping your head up and down his cock, eyes glued to his face even if the position is difficult to hold. 

"What the fuck?" Namjoon croaks out, deep voice three octaves lower than normally. 

"Mhhm", you moan loudly, squeezing his balls. 

"What the fuck?" Namjoon groans, ripping off his eye mask to look down at where he feels the hottest aching. He whimpers, face contorting in both happiness and pleasure, "you're back", he gets out. 

You slip off, flashing him a smile, "I'm back baby, I’m back", you say, fighting against your happy tears.

"Oh", he gets out and with his hands cupping your cheeks tugs you up his body. He giggles happily. You giggle just as happily, stumbling into the happiest, most desperate kiss ever. Hands grip the other, fingers are gluttonous in their touch, tongues waste no time finding each other. All you need and want is to kiss each other. You couldn’t do so for thirty long days and now it feels like heaven. 

"I'm so happy", he gets out, squeezing your head softly, "when, when did you come back?"

"An hour ago? Don’t know", you sob softly, "I missed you so much."

"Me too", he says, pulling you back into the kiss. 

You giggle, cradling him against your chest. Namjoon giggles, hugging you oh so tightly. He is so happy to have you back. This is all he craved for since you left him. 

The kiss breaks because you need to look at his face again. You caress his cheeks, eyebrows, temples and cute button nose before tracing his lips. They are puffy and soft from kissing. 

His eyes race over your face, his fingers trace your cheeks.

"I fucking missed you", you press out, wiping his happy tears.

"I missed you too", he whispers, drying your own remnants of tears.

"You've got new art."

"I did. Do you like it?" 

You nod your head, "you've gotta tell me all about it tomorrow, baby", you say nuzzling into his neck for one kiss before you shimmy down his body again back to his cock. You want to taste him.

Namjoon moans softly, lifting his hips so you can finally tug down his shorts. The piece of clothing gets thrown to the side. Then you kiss your way up his inner thigh, guiding your lips with your fingers.

"Ah, please", Namjoon moans, parting his legs. 

"So strong. Joonie, you became so strong while I was gone", you say, kneading his thigh.

"I worked out", he gets out then retorts to moaning again. One month without you left him so desperate for your touches. He jerked off a lot, but nothing compared to you. All masturbating did, was make him even needier for you. And now that he finally has you again, kissing his inner thigh, Namjoon swears that he is on fire. 

You trail your kisses from his inner thigh to his balls, taking them between your lips to suck on them gently. 

Namjoon bucks hls hips up, legs closing around your head in reaction. 

Chuckling, you force them open again, making him lie them back down.

"Relax baby, everything's okay", you soothe him, caressing his thighs as you sink him back into your mouth.

"Oh god", Namjoon croaks, throwing his hands over his face to moan into them. He throbs inside you, thighs trembling and hips trying to chase you. He tastes even sweeter than before, courtesy of being awake and actively taking in the sensations. And how he takes them in, gasping and wheezing for air as his body squirms desperately just for you. 

"I missed this", you tell him, flicking your tongue over his frenulum while jerking off his shaft.

"Please slow please", he begs, rubbing his hands over his face before burying them in his own messy hair. 

"Why? Is someone sensitive?" you tease, taking him back inside. You let his girth glide over your tongue, moving your head up and down slowly whilst massaging his heavy balls. 

"Yes, ah", Namjoon arches his back, "p-please it's been too long."

You merely moan him around him, reaching up with your unoccupied hand to play with his nipples instead.

"Please", Namjoon croaks, twisting the pillow, "please, please s-slow."

"Joonie", you slip off of him, "I am slow, you’re just too sensitive", you say in a faux scolding voice, fingers busy with flicking his right nipple.  

"I can't help it. I, I didn’t have you for a month", he whines and pouts, reaching down to touch your shoulder, "please slow", he whispers. 

"Okay, I’ll go slow", you say, taking him back inside to fuck his cock with minimal movements.

Namjoon sighs softly, eyes glued to your lips and mouth agape in bliss. His hand slips from your shoulder to instead dance up to your fingers on his nipple. He touches your wrist softly, drawing little circles on your skin. He doesn’t pull your hand away however, and something let's you know that his touch was actually meant to keep you close. 

You purr softly, still moving slowly but making sure to slip more and more inside, massaging his balls as you do. When Namjoon finally realises what exactly you were doing, it was already too late and you managed to take him all the way to the back of your throat.

"Oh my god", he presses out, head dropping into the pillow, "p-please slow, please." 

You merely chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. The movement shifts his cock even deeper and Namjoon makes the most desperate sound ever. He touches the back of your head, hips chasing you in an involuntary thrust. One you take with a grateful moan, throat clenching right around his sensitive tip. 

"Fuck, oh fuck. Oh god", he chants, "oh-" he stops talking to instead grip your wrist and tug your hand to his face. He wraps his lips around two of your fingers, whimpering loudly.

You almost pass out. This is so hot. Your husband is such a good boy. You suck him harder, head finally moving faster and moans growing in volume. 

Namjoon mewls around your digits, sucking on them harshly while his eyes are squeezed shut tightly. If he didn’t do that right now, if he didn’t stuff his own mouth with your fingers, he would scream.

All that is keeping him sane is the heaviness of your digits. Namjoon is losing himself and he can’t stop it from happening. 

He throbs inside your mouth, feeding you the distinct taste of his approaching high. You welcome it hungrily, licking it right off his burning tip before sinking back down and fucking him quickly. 

Namjoon bites down on your fingers just slightly, moaning oh so loudly and arching his back. 

His thighs try to fall closed, his balls tense in your hand. 

You growl, throat filled with his girth and spit running down his shaft. 

Namjoon squeaks and then you feel his hot cum shoot down your throat. You take it happily, sucking him hungrily to really get every last drop. 

And Namjoon is writhing, sobbing around your fingers while his head pounds and his limbs feel weak. 

He drops with an aggressive arch of his back, slipping your fingers free to wheeze for air. He feels changed. This orgasm just changed him.

You slip off of him, lying his spent cock on his tummy as gently as possible, before kissing your way up to his lips.

Namjoon lets you kiss him gladly, moaning softly at the taste of himself lingering on your tongue. He probably would have kissed you for the rest of the night, but you break it before he can, cupping his heated cheeks.

"I love you", you say.

"I love you too", he rasps tiredly.

"This was amazing."

"Yeah, it was amazing", he agrees and smiles softly, "thank you."

Your eyes light up in fondness, "god Joonie, you are the cutest person ever. I fucking love you like crazy", you say, climbing on top of his lap to attack him with kisses.

Namjoon takes them with sweet giggles, hands falling to your hips and heart racing like crazy.

"Your pussy's so wet", he mumbles into the kiss. 

"I'm so horny", you answer him.

"Then use me", he whispers, "please."

"Fuck baby, I’m gonna fuck you all night", you moan, shimmying up his body until his face rests under your pussy, waiting desperately to be used.

[oftenderweapons]

YOOOOO ITS MY BIRTHDAYYYYY🥳🥳🥳🥳 that is all sending a big hug

YOOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATEEEEE!!!!! Congrats, you have won Loyal Reader extra points, I have this commission you asked a century ago so yeah, happy bday sweets

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 1.8k

Genre: smut, basically pwp, mild angst

Rating: 18+ I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY MINOR CLICKING ON THAT “READ MORE”, ARE WE CLEAR?

Trigger warnings: swearing, hard domme!Vixen, brat!Vixen, hard sub!Joon, strip-tease!Vixen, bondage, vibrating cockring, dildo, overstimulation (male receiving), daddy kink, mention of gagging (with panties), mention of porn, voyeurism and exhibitionism, cumplay, suspension of powerplay. And Switch!Joon, i guess, too. Very unprotected activities USE CONDOMS!!! Don’t eat cum unless the other person/people can prove they’re clean.

“My hands, please. I’m sorry,” Namjoon whined, breathing through his mouth, his chest gluttonously naked, your lipstick marking it here and there. “Vixen, baby.”

“No.” You spoke it with a smile, gathering some saliva in your mouth, your head ten miles ahead of you, already planning what to do after you got up from your legs-spread-bent-over-ass-right-in-front-of-his-eyes position.

He had been whimpering since the moment you found out he wanted you to go cougar on him.

And he’d enjoyed being the prey for once — however, technically, even though you always let him take control, he knew he wasn’t preying on an innocent lamb. You were his vicious fox even when you submitted to him.

“Vixen.” It was cruel. Feet? Bound. Hands? Bound. Dick? Very fucking trapped in a very fucking vibrating cockring.

“Do you need my panties in your mouth to stay quiet?” You rolled your eyes at the fact that you had to swallow and change your plans because he couldn’t for the love of him keep his mouth shut.

“But I’m gonna cum.”

You kneeled on the floor and smiled. “Not my problem.”

He sobbed and threw his head back. “Come on. How fucking long has it been, three hours?”

“Based on my playlist, only six minutes.” You loosened his necktie — currently around your neck — and undid the first couple buttons on his shirt — which of course you were wearing rather sluttily. And that little plaid skirt? The one he always teased you about when he gave you assignments and tests?

He was regretting it now. A lot. It slipped down your legs so torturously as you stood, planting a foot between his parted legs.

He stared at it — at the Louboutins he had bought you after you spent one entire weekend oversexing him — and regretted them too.

You cocked an eyebrow and forced him to look at you. “Still thinking about that stripper?”

“Which one?”

You smirked. The answer was, after all, correct. “I don’t know if I should be happy you forgot or be worried about you seeing way too many of them.”

“It was just porn. Come on. You know I belong to you. Head to toe—” He shivered his glutes flexing a couple times before he growled and arched all the way, his orgasm spilling over his stomach and abdomen. “Fuck— Fuck, fuck, fuck, Vixen!”

“Language,” you chirped, slipping three fingers into his open mouth and pressing his tongue down, drool dripping out causing you to smirk and giggle. “Such a sorry mess.”

He hummed, his hips still swirling as he still tried to find some relief.

You took a step back, wiping your hand against your mouth, Namjoon whimpering as the vibrations didn’t stop. “Switch it off!”

“What? The music?” You tugged the necktie off you, eyes on him as you faked realisation. “Oh! You mean the lights!”

“Don’t you dare act all that smug. Don’t you—”

“Can’t hear you,” you spoke back, undoing the buttons slowly, shrugging off the shirt and turning around, dropping to the floor, grabbing your ass and squeezing it as you rotated your hips slowly, kneeling forward on your elbows, crawling forward until your arms adhered entirely to the floor, your back fully arched as your cheek met the floor.

“Touch yourself,” he growled darkly and needily.

“Do I need to remind you who’s in charge?” You sneered as you turned around to look at him. He had recovered from his post-orgasmic blues and sensitivity and was well on his way to a second high.

So you stood up and turned to face him. The remote to the toy was safely strapped between your breasts, hooked on your bra. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

“Vixen.” He loved how flawless your evil plan was. You had designed it to make him livid. And it was unwillingly playing out to the T. Knowing you, he realised you had probably calculated him being obnoxiously talkative.

He tried his theory. “Come over here.”

You were entirely lost in the music, eyes closed, jamming to it almost naked in front of your tied up boyfriend. Well, fiance. “Or what?”

“You damn brat—”

“Are you gonna spank me, daddy?” you taunted him coquettishly. The laugh that followed had Namjoon considering whether he made the greatest mistake of his life by getting addicted to you.

“I swear, if I get my hands on you—” he said, his voice raspy.

“I’m wondering how that is going to happen…” you mused, still moving to the beat of the music, the swaying of your hips reminding him why he always let you ride him that much.

He shrugged and shook his head, a drip of precum reminding him he was definitely overestimating his liberties. “I won’t be tied up forever.”

“I can lock myself in the guestroom,” you reminded him.

“But you can’t stay locked in there forever,” he replied with a sadistic smirk.

One more shrug before you lowered the vibrations — he was enjoying the toy way too much. “Too bad you’re a workaholic and I’m alone most of the time I’m in here.”

He kept a straight face at the stimulation fading, but he was not as serene about the reminder. “I’ll work from home.”

“Don’t bother yourself for me.”

Your remark poisoned him. “Come over here, babylove. Please.”

You obeyed. Not without grabbing the dildo that had been mocking Namjoon from the very first second of your striptease. He knew you would fuck yourself with it and keep him salivating, watching.

You placed it between his legs and kneeled, untying his ankles. “Keep it still.”

“Please, Vixen.” He wouldn’t be able to stand that.

You shook your head. “Maybe you don’t get it yet, but you must do what I tell you.”

He followed your instructions and stayed quiet. He watched you drool all over the toy before you collected his sticky cum with your fingers. You observed your fingertips for a second, then drew the tip of the silicone cock.

“Miss.”

You looked at him. His eyes were darker, his face more relaxed, no scrunching or pouting or begging. “Yes, Joonie bear.”

“Are you going to lick that, miss?” He had given up. He had pushed you too far.

“What would you like me to lick, Joonie? The dildo? Your cum on my fingers?” Your voice was more gentle and calm this time, no mocking in sight.

“The cum.”

You didn’t think twice. You licked your fingers clean, then straddled Namjoon comfortably, holding the toy as you tried to insert it.

“Doesn’t it hurt, Miss?”

You smiled. This was the submissive you wanted from the start. “It feels just fine, Joonie bear.” He was drenched in sweat, and you had to push his hair off his face to look him in the eye properly. You kissed his jaw, eyes rolling shut as the toy — significantly smaller than Namjoon — slipped in effortlessly. “I'm sorry I was mean to you, love.”

“It's okay.” Seeing him from this up close, so tired and weak, softened you a little.

“I said bad things about your job. I didn't mean it.” You pressed your lips to his, and he whimpered into your mouth, moving the dildo as he shifted for relief. “Do you need me to slow down? Are you still into this, baby?”

“Yes, I'm feeling good, Miss. Please, use me.” He looked so broken. “Use me.” This time he was truly begging.

“Can I use the toy just once? I'll use you afterwards, I promise, darling.” You stretched to kiss his brow. “I promise.”

He nodded, speechless, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he smelled the way his cologne changed as it mixed with your perspiration. It was more opulent and decadent, it became more exotic and dark, almost sweet.

“I wanna put the vibrations on max so I can press your ring to my clit and cum like that.”

He stretched to your mouth. “Please, do it.” He licked your jaw, his arms twitching. He would have grabbed your ass if he were free. He would have helped you grind on him, on the toy, on whatever.

You changed the setting quickly, feeling Namjoon exhale against you, slowly, his breath so cool on your burning skin. “I'm gonna cum again. I'm not sure I can fuck you after that, if that's what you were thinking.”

“You can,” you reassured him. “I'll give you a pause and fuck your face in the meantime.”

He cackled. “That's what I meant by 'use me'”. He groaned once you grabbed his cock, fixing its angle so that the knob of the ring rested on your clit perfectly. “Are we still power playing?”

You shook your head. “We're back to us if you want to.”

He nodded. “I want to.” You both hummed as you started undulating a little on him. Your tummy stroked his sex, the ring took care of your clit, your front adhered to his as you abandoned your body on top of his. “It was fun. But extenuating. I miss my daddy.” You kissed his neck, nipping at it very lightly.

“Daddy's always here, Vixen. Always yours.” He recognised your approaching high. Maybe you would be faster than him and—

There. You were done. Your thighs tightened all of a sudden, your body tensed for maybe five seconds before it all came loose. “Joonie,” you whined out, relief washing over you as you found the utmost pleasure. “Daddy,” you called, Namjoon fighting against the manacles restricting his wrists.

“I'm here, baby. I just need my wrists free, baby fox.”

You stayed loose and lazy for half a second before switching off the toy. Namjoon sighed in relief, your body once more abandoned against his. “Baby fox, free my wrists, please.”

You did as you were told, your hands skillfully operating without you even looking.

“Good girl,” he rewarded you as you undid the first cuff. He stayed still until they both plopped onto the comfy pillow of the armchair. “Get off that toy, babylove. Now.”

You lifted high enough for him to remove the dildo from inside you.

“I told you I would destroy you once you'd free me. Am I correct?”

You looked up at him. And there it was, that little cocky grin. “You said you would spank me.”

“I did not. I let you believe it.”

You faked outrage as you unglued yourself from him and stared. “Unfair!”

He pulled you closer and slid inside you, almost impaling you. “Fuck!” you squeaked before he grabbed your face.

“What?”

“Fuck,” you spat out. “Me,” you added, a look of challenge in your face.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and next thing you knew, your back was pressed to the wall, his hot chest against yours. “Hold on tight.”

[iridescentjin]

Summary: Seokjin x reader x Namjoon

Genre: smut, pwp

Rating: Mature

Warnings: D/s dynamics, domme!reader, sub!seokjin, sub!namjoon, bondage, creampie, cumplay sorta, overstimulation sorta

WC: 1.4K

“Look who’s being such a good boy,” you growl into Namjoon’s ear.

You look up at the other man across the room who is kneeling, staring at the floor about two feet in front of him with his hands placed palm up on his knees. Seokjin has, at this point, been your submissive for so long that you can give him a simple command like “Kneel,” and he will assume the position.

Namjoon is new to submitting. He had come to you and told you that he really wanted to try it. The three of you had been together for some time, but Namjoon had never expressed specific interest in domination and submission. Which was fine. You had your normal vanilla live together, and sometimes, you and Seokjin had your playtime.

But last week at dinner, Namjoon had timidly stated, “I think I’d like to try subbing.”

You almost spit out your food it was so startling, but you allowed your expression to calm before you spoke, trying not to give away too much surprise.

“Are you sure you want that?”

“Yes. I’ve thought a lot about it and read a lot about it. I think that it could be what I need in order to control some of my stress,” he says, looking you confidently in the eye.

Well, that’s gonna be the first thing that’s gotta go you think to yourself.

Your dominant brain always flashes in for little moments like this when you are talking about D/s dynamics. You can’t help it. You think about the way that Namjoon would look so cute with his eyes on the floor, maybe a ball gag in his mouth.

The three of you discussed at length what you’re each comfortable with, safe words, interests, and everything possible to discuss. You don’t like to plan playtime, but you like to know what your subs are comfortable with. So this time, you start to craft a plan in your head based on what Joon tells you he’s interested in.

That’s what’s led you here. Namjoon is strapped to the bed, his head turned to the side looking and Seokjin. Jinnie is waiting patiently for his command. You cross the room to him and guide him to a standing position by his chin. You lead him by the hand to the bed and tie him up, his head near Namjoon’s feet.

You stand over them, smiling at your precious restrained subs. You double check with them that they are okay with everything happening. They both nod fervently before you demand that they use their words. A small smile sneaks across Namjoon’s lips.

What a brat.

You walk around so you are standing at Seokjin’s hip. You run your fingers down the side of his face, fingernails gently scratching on the porcelain skin. Your fingers continue down his chest, hips, and thighs. He shudders slightly, and you see the goosebumps raising up on his skin. You climb up on the bed, a knee on either side of his hips, positioning yourself over him. You look over at Namjoon, who is craning his neck to see where your body hovers over Seokjin’s.

“Joonie, you’ll get your turn....eventually,” you taunt.

You spit on Seokjin’s erect cock and stroke it up and down twice before you lower yourself onto it. A small moan slips past your lips as you settle onto his cock, letting him fill you up. You roll your hips in small circles, like you’re stirring yourself with his cock, and you can see his brow furrow slightly.

“Does that feel good, Jinie?” you ask, your tone only having a little bit of a sarcastic bite to it.

“Yes, Noona,” he gasps, as you continue your slow circles.

You start to slide up and down on his cock, feeling it on the sensitive spots inside you. Your clit grazes his pelvis, and you feel the arousal coursing through you. Your hips start to move faster, pushing yourself down harder against him. His hips move underneath you, and you place your hands on his chest to get better leverage. You hear Namjoon whimper slightly. Your eyes dart over to see his hard cock resting against him. You smirk to yourself and continue to ride Seokjin’s cock.

“Noona, please, may I cum?” Seokjin asks, averting his eyes from you.

“Oh, you asked so nicely. Sure, baby, you may cum inside of me.”

You continue to ride as you feel Seokjin’s hips stutter and his muscles tense. He spills inside of you as you continue moving up and down on his stiffness. You feel the slickness of his cum as you continue to move. Your hips slow until you stop. You lean down and kiss Seokjin’s pillowy lips. Then you place your lips on his sticky forehead.

As you dismount Seokjin, you look at Namjoon’s face. It’s strained, and you can tell that he is feeling left out of all the fun. You smile at him and make your way over to him. You run your hands through his hair and kiss his mouth upside down, spiderman style.

“Joonie, you were a brat earlier. Maybe next time you’ll get to be the one who cums inside my pussy. You don’t get to cum tonight.”

His eyes flash with annoyance, and you laugh. “Oh, is the brat going to say something about it? Maybe I’ll make it a week before you get to cum.”

“No, please. I’ll be good, Noona.”

The way that he calls you Noona sends a spark of arousal jolting through your body. You run your fingers through his hair again. He leans into it like a kitten getting head pets. He goes from brat to soft little kitten in the blink of an eye, and your mind wanders to all of the fun that you will have playing with him in the future. But for now, you have one more thing that you want to do tonight.

“Joon, if you’re going to be good, then you’ll clean up the mess that Seokjin made,” you say. Namjoon’s eyes move from your face to Seokjin’s cock to your crotch, as much as he can see it while you stand behind him. “You want Noona and Seokjin to be nice and clean, don’t you?”

He nods, and a smile creeps across his lips. You climb up onto the bed again, positioning yourself over his face. His tongue slowly circles your clit before he moves his tongue toward your pussy. You can feel him lapping at the cum inside of you, cleaning up the area around your entrance and inside of you. His tongue explores you, and you let yourself give in to the pleasure that you’re feeling. You grind gently against his face, feeling the scruff on his chin against your mound.

Your muscles start to contract, and you feel your orgasm starting to wash over you. You lean forward and wrap your hand around Seokjin’s thigh, squeezing hard as the wave washes over you. You continue to cum on Namjoon’s face as he licks you completely clean. You have to stop him from licking, and you feel certain he would have gone on forever if you hadn’t stopped him.

You dismount and unbind Namjoon, leaving Seokjin strapped to the bed. You point toward the slickness on Seokjin’s softening member. Namjoon understands immediately and positions his head between Seokjin’s thighs. With the same gentle urgency, he licks at Seokjin’s balls, working his way up to his cock. The older man’s cock starts to twitch under the ministrations. He moans slightly, and it seems to ignite something in Namjoon. Soon his lips are sliding up and down the length of Seokjin’s cock, taking him deep into his throat. Seokjin squirms and closes his eyes.

You run your fingers through Seokjin’s hair then attach your mouth to his neck, sucking and licking at the tender skin. You bite the delicate skin, and Seokjin gasps and twitches. Your lips move up to his ear, and you whisper, “do you want to cum again, darling?”

He growls from the back of his throat, then he nods, still squirming at every touch from you and Namjoon.

Your mouth finds its way back to his neck, and you bite down hard as his breathing speeds up. Namjoon continues at a steady pace, coaxing the orgasm from Seokjin. Seokjin explodes into Namjoon’s throat, and his fingers and toes curl as he cums. You move up to kiss Seokjin’s lips, then you pull Namjoon toward you and kiss his lips too.

You unbind Seokjin, and you put the straps away while the two men lie on the bed, holding each other. You join the cuddle puddle, pulling them both toward you.

“My boys were so good tonight. I’m proud of you,” you say as you pull the blankets up over your naked bodies.

[prettynxsty]

Acridity II

Sub!Namjoon x Domme!Reader

Warnings: Futa/Girlcock, Joon has a pussy, fingering, gratuitous nipple play, size kink (small top/ big bottom), creampie,

Summary: Sometimes you just need a good romp in the comfort of your home.

AN: This is part 2 of Salinity, go read that first for some context. Enjoy the bedroom hair esque pic. :))))

You push yourself back onto your knees, pushing your own shorts down your hips to fish out your cock. It twitched in your hand as you gave it a few strokes, you wanted to to fuck him slow and deep.

He glances down at you from over the bridge of his nose, his eyes were soft. A wordless request to feel you again, your warmth felt so much better than his.

Your breath jumps in your throat, you can feel your cock jump in your loose grip. He just didn’t understand how easily he was just able to do this to you.

Releasing your dick, you plant your hands around his hips and lay back against him. He seizes up for a second, head curling backward with a silent whimper. Your dick was thick enough to press between his folds and spread them open. Nestling between his fat Venusian tongues, you lean forward and press your nose against the base of his neck.

Anise and almond. You’d never regret purchasing this cologne from the roadshop for him. Herbaceous and aromatic, your drag the tip of your nose up the column of his throat. Hypnotized, your fingers come to gently curl around the base of his neck. His sigh is cool against the shell of your ear.

Nutty, toasty, warm. He smelt like the pits of a home, well loved, the kind that remains a fond memory.

It reminds you of the dampened earth squishing under your bare feet as a child. Rain. One that chooses to create and destroy within its prior breath, nourishing green that has yet to flourish.

Your lips seal around the juncture of where his shoulder meets his neck, suckling on it. The taste is so uniquely him. Acridity. The tip of your tongue undulates over the small sliver of skin. It tastes fresh and powdery, salty, yet acerbic.

His flavor bites back at you. His fingers curl into the bottom of your shirt, holding you against him as if you would drift away. You imagine you can taste the plums he loved to eat in the summer. Your teeth graze his skin just as he would to the plump flesh of fruit.

You climb further up his neck, equidistant to the previous mark which began to flush already. It’d ripen completely later.

“Baby,” he is neither begging nor pleading this time. Rather, beckoning.

You dot the rest of his flesh with hickies before you reach his mouth. He consumes you before you do him. His lips wrap around yours, smacking gently against your upper lip. You suck his tongue in between your lips, running your own along beside it. It’s a gentle exchange back and forth.

He gains his foothold, slipping his hands up the back of your shirt. His fingertips leave behind stinging trails that spread their fire over the rest of your body. He could surely feel your cock jumping against his cunt, you could almost feel the confidence swelling in his chest. You were just as trapped to him as he to you.

“Let me fuck you,” your whisper was breathless against his lower lip. His heart skips forward, his softened eyes boring straight into you.

You lean backward and sit back on your haunches. Your eyes never leave his as you clumsily reach for the nightstand. The drawer closes with a thump that you nearly missed as you pop open the cap on the K.Y Jelly.

You squeeze it over the base of your cock, piping a line all the way to the fat pink tip. You grip it with a trembling hand and begin to massage it over your length.

You didn’t neglect the rest of your responsibilities, watching him shift toward you and tilt his hips toward you. Your mouth runs dry as you watch his adonis belt ripple and stretch, blending down toward the pussy nestled between the swell of his inner thighs.

You squeeze a generous dollop on your fingers before carefully tossing it onto the nightstand again. You lean forward, slipping your fingers past his thick folds and smear it around his hole. You pepper soft kisses against his mouth as you press the tips of your fingers around the velvety entrance.

You resist the urge to groan, you couldn’t wait to feel him stretch and open up around you. His head lolls to the side with a mewl that sends blood rushing straight to your dick. His hand comes to rest on your forearm, gripping it.

You work your fingers in, curling them in and out for a short moment. You could hardly wait, pulling your fingers away eventually. You position yourself between his thighs, his legs coming to rest around your thighs easily.

You grip your cock with your left hand, dragging it in between his meaty folds. You waste no time, pressing into him before dropping your hand to rest on the other side of his waist. He raises his arms, wrapping them around your upper back to guide you to lay against him.

You sighed, pressing your nose in between his pecs as you slowly work your way in him.

“Fuck, you’re stretching me, babe.” He breathes into the air.

A sharp breath squeezes through your lips, your hips jerked forward as his cunt greedily swallows in more of you.

It made him feel so sexy when you were like this, the prey holds the predator on a leash. His hips tilt forward, opening him up to take you even deeper. Right there, he shifts his thighs and locks them around your hips, bordering on your waist.

Your growl is muffled between his tits, Namjoon keens beautifully in response. You carefully shift your weight onto your elbows, planting them deeply in the mattress before rearing back.

There it is, that feeling that made his toes curl. Your skin claps against his gently as you plunge in deep. His moans are slurred, drunk from the pleasure.

He doesn’t need to ask for more, you just understand when he starts lifting his hips to receive more of you. Your teeth set tightly in your jaw as you take it, flesh rebounding from his noisily. He whines breathily as thanks.

Your need to consume him only grows, a clumsy hand gripping some of his shirt and pushing it upward. He releases his grip around your shoulders, allowing you to scrunch his shirt up to his collarbone. Then you see it, his pecs bouncing lightly with each thrust.

“Oh my god, Joon,” you hiss as you snap your hips against his with more force. His beautiful lips spread into a smile before parting in a wail that makes you burn.

You tilt your head, allowing your tongue to fall from your lips and dangle over his right nipple. The hardened nub flicks back and forth against the tip of your tongue. You can feel him nearly glaring at you, you spoiled him by playing with them so often.

You never failed to suckle on them, pinch them, twist, and rub them whenever you made out with him. He at first found it strange, until it became something that he needed.

You couldn’t only tease him for so long and engage. He makes a choked noise as you suck it into your mouth and roll your tongue right over the center.

Your eyes squeeze shut, rolling your head back slightly and tugging his nipple with it. Your moan sends tingles across the expanse of his chest, it drove you crazy when he bucked back against you.

“Sto-” he squeals as you roll his nipple between your teeth. You release it with a harsh suckle and smack of your lips, diving back in.

Your hips move of their own accord, fucking him harder and faster. You can see the shadow of the headboard rocking in the corner of your eye. His other nipple calls your attention, bouncing right along with the rest of his chest.

You shift sides, occupying his right nipple with your finger tips. His back arches off of the bed as you squeeze it between your fingers, tugging until he whined.

You could feel the tension building in your stomach, your head was beyond thought. Blips of static twinkle in place of what would be your inner voice.

You flex your tongue, dragging it over his breast flesh like some dirty beast. He was your pretty maiden, preening and singing for you.

“Fuck, I-” your breath stutters as you hammer in and mold your body against his for the final stroke. His pussy responds noisily, his cum smeared over your length some time ago.

His head thumps against the headboard with a mewl, his cum caked up around the base of your cock. Neither of you mind making a mess on the sheets.

You lean in and press gentle kisses in the seam of his pecs and collarbone. You could always clean later, you always loved to bask in the warmth of after. His arms come up loosely, wrapping around your waist and a large hand strokes your upper back.

[mintchocohip]

sub!bts ﹢ the reason for chastity 🔐

❝ Chastity is best approached with a sense of purpose. Although the OT7 have their individual reasons for wanting the cage, they all do so with a deepening desire for your control.   

a/n ─ a little something i worked on to break writer’s block. with locktober as inspiration, i set out to write a few sentences about how the members would approach keyholder relationships. 1.5k words later, turns out thinking about the members in chastity is, indeed, very inspiring... 

note ─ sub!bts x domme!reader. see each member for any other kinks or notes!

 🔑 TAEHYUNG ﹢ adoration 

 other kinks - possessive behavior | note - poly mentioned

Without your constant gropes and nuzzles Taehyung is in danger of forgetting you’re obsessed with him. Although he understands you’ll stop if maintaining his interest in this play becomes boring for you, Taehyung also very sincerely hopes you view jealously withholding his body from a world that wants him as your job. When life pulls you in separate directions Taehyung feels connected to you through this private, secure symbol of ownership. You call constantly to hear that he’s being a good boy and ensure he’s comfortable in equal measure. Resting on your bed surrounded by cozy blankets looking vaguely shy to be captured from his thick collar down to his glittering cage and thigh harnesses while you photograph the artwork calms Taehyung with safe knowing. You’re proud this boy is yours. Every time he’s frustrated you won’t let him out of the cage so he can play with his friends Taehyung rereads the notes you scrawled on the backs of those polaroids, stashed inside an envelope in his sub journal—notes about how precious he is to you, how breathtaking his cock is, and how the world's finest treasures are always kept under lock and key.

 🔑 YOONGI ﹢ masochism

Yoongi’s tastes hide in plain sight. He finds satisfaction in intentional, controlled discomfort. Doing it to himself is easy. When he discovers you have the same interests he tries to cut his giddiness at finding a keyholder with a little diffidence. It’s similar to your elegant silk shibari knots under his work clothes, or simple pressure on the bruises you left along the insides of his thighs when he crosses his legs to sit and check his notifications while waiting for the butcher to call his number. Reminders of a body possessed willingly keep him grounded. Yoongi has caged himself in the past out of curiosity. He enjoyed forming new routines around the cage, remembering it slowly when he awoke at night confused by a strange heaviness, observing its effects on his libido, and generally experimenting with a transformative yet tame form of self-discovery. Your hand holding the key will change the experience completely. Before he can do this with you, Yoongi needs to hear you explain why you’re interested. The tension of physical strain and emotional warmth is what makes him itch for it. Beyond that, whatever rules you want to set, or games you want to play—Yoongi is here to follow your heed.

 🔑 JUNGKOOK ﹢ initiative

The moment the uncomfortable cage touches his sensitive skin Jungkook’s affectionate mannerisms shut down. Showering together finds Jungkook maneuvering around you awkwardly. Part of him is confused. His body serves you well. He’s internalized this confidence so deeply that even when you explain your intentions he secretly wonders if wearing the cage is a punishment. You always tell him he’s too tempting. Most days he can’t hug you without risking a hand on his cock two seconds later. The removal of his ability to provide all of himself to you feels like a subtle hint that he should give you some distance. Or, at the very least, he should cool down on the teasing touches and deep kisses until you want to fuck him again. “It isn’t about your body, baby,” you remind him patiently, “it’s about your loyalty. There’s no reason to stop showing me affection. Just because you won’t be getting off doesn’t mean I can’t.” The learning curve is a surprisingly steep slope. Satisfying you with his touch without worrying about getting hard as fast as you’d like and coming before you get bored is almost a relief. Jungkook begins to understand. By focusing on your body alone this dynamic is reinforced in a way he could never truly understand when he had his freedom.

 🔑 HOSEOK ﹢ humility

  other kinks - pegging, degradation 

Firm control corrects Hoseok’s scattered priorities when he forgets his true nature. Although you reassure him again and again he can slide it off comfortably with lotion and patience, Hoseok never tries. Not because he enjoys wearing the cage—but because he respects you, he’s a little bit scared of you, and honoring you is worth losing his autonomy. Initially, there’s no real purpose to the cage besides dominating Hoseok psychologically. You become so accustomed to seeing him with it on, though, that his bare cock begins to look underdressed. Slowly, bespoke cages in a glittery rainbow of colors fill out a sleek strongbox near the bed. Choosing what color he’ll wear today is fun for you. The flippancy hurts a little bit, but that sting is what pulls Hoseok in deeper. Neediness to have all this pent-up energy fucked out of his electrified skin fogs Hoseok’s mind and quiets him into obedience with the hopes that you’ll enjoy his plaintive kisses on your legs and give him what he needs. A condescending pat on the head when the strap pulls out of his ass brinks Hoseok into forgetting why he’s shaking yet unsatisfied and begging for more. Thankfully, you’re here to tell him. He’s a whore. Your whore. And, that’s all he really needs to remember. 

 🔑 JIMIN ﹢ passion

Jimin has always known chastity would be easy for him. He’s operating on intoxicatingly high levels of horniness every second of the day, anyways. He’s learned to cope valiantly. With his own pleasure defined loosely he readily offers one facet of it for the comforting notion he’ll be gifted a plethora of new intimacies. The cage will bring you closer. He knows it will. Scheduled check-ins keep you fed on each other’s attention. Randomly sending him a partial nude of yourself during the day with the promise you’ll give him one number of this week’s passcode for every photo he recreates to your liking has Jimin rushing to the nearest public bathroom, heart hammering with both desire for you and hope for good lighting to pose in. Tracking tasks on the daily habit app to earn evenings without the cage motivates Jimin to do the things he wants to do for you but sometimes lacks the energy for, like practicing the piano and providing you accompaniment when you sit with your cello. Caged sex is, however, never a loss. Jimin might prefer if you simply told him you love how creatively you please each other in bed without adding that you want to start incorporating anything from foot massage to prostate toys into his tasks. Nonetheless. This light in your eyes as you’re overtaken by whims of intrigue is too sexy for Jimin to resist.  

 🔑 NAMJOON ﹢ self-improvement

 other kinks - sub training, toys, voyeurism/exhibitionism, filming

Mediocre sex isn’t worth your time. Namjoon adores that you hold him to your standards. The intense single-minded drive that consumes him when you turn him on is redirected and channeled into other forms of pleasing you. Graduations from watching you use toys on yourself, to using toys on your body at your direction, to free play with the toys, to eventually repeat the process incorporating hands-on techniques fascinates Namjoon more than anything. In a scheme of education the cage is simply a reminder that you haven’t gotten to that part yet. Until then, Namjoon keeps the records of how many times he’s made you come this week and how he did it with fervor. Watching old videos of himself fucking you to take notes distracts from purpose; but, Namjoon can click his pen, shake his head, and refocus on a studious attitude. An extravagant rewards system combined with aftercare orgasms stop Namjoon from getting antsy. This venture is predicated on his ache to study your individuality, but you need to feel him savoring the process, too. When he is granted momentous opportunities to show you what he’s learned, mutual gratitude shines. 

 🔑 SEOKJIN ﹢ modesty

 other kinks - cuckolding, threesome

Seokjin asks about it often. If he’s too big, or too small—if you would like his cock better if it was thicker, or harder, or softer, more curved; a different shade of pink. “Stop with the inane questions,” you finally snap during attempts to assuage him for the hundredth time when it’s obvious you love it because you’re laying here blushing and cooing while you jerk it off, “or I’ll lock it up.” Seokjin shuts up; flustered. Coyness isn’t Seokjin’s usual style when talking about kinky things. Yet, chastity gives you an unusually sulky boyfriend. When you ask if this is what he’s wanted all along Seokjin won’t deny it. He’s also too embarrassed by how good it feels to say “yes”. There has always been an understanding in this relationship. You’re the only person he gives himself to like this. Fully. Wholly. Through that virtue of submission you’re falling in love with his body all over again. You kiss him deeper as if to imprint your love. You tease him harder, but pet him softer and let him cuddle him tighter. Seokjin has wistful daydreams about romantic vanilla missionary and hearing you moan in approval when the cage comes off; but, he also knows he can get confused. If you decide what’s best for him is listening to your fond laughter at how hard he’s dripping through the cage while you warm each other up for the guy who’ll be arriving in a few minutes—he trusts your judgment without question. 

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Sub!BTS — Masterlist

sub!bts x dom!reader writings. all consensual, femdom-centric, explicit. enjoy! ♥ ↳ ao3 | rec | © | writing tips | sub!bts net 

◇ ⌈note⌋ reposts, modifications and translations are prohibited. depictions are fictional & for entertainment purposes only. mind the warnings, this features nsfw/18+ content. 

◇ ⌈key⌋ fics bolded, analysis in italics.

♡ all members

domestic sex

reaction to breath play

bts as your vampire boyfriends

you give them flowers

[MASTERPOST] sub!bts a-z series (smut alphabet)

reaction to chastity

favorite pegging positions

reacting to your high sex drive

they call you goddess

their orgasm faces

where they love to kiss you

maknae line: their balls slapping against your clit

sub!bts— their kinks (list)

dresses and skirts they look best in

explaining the meaning behind bts’ harnesses

their scents

dauntless (m) | mermen!ot7 x reader au

baby cheeks/weight gain appreciation

they call you mommy

they insist you’re beautiful

dirty talk with them

boarding school sub training imagine

deepthroat x male dom!reader

would you rather game

where to kiss them

romance with you

facefucked w/ a strap-on

using a glass dildo on them

you catch them getting off

you shave them

being your little spoon

bts as your butlers

using a fucking machine on them 

they’re shocked how dominant you are

his domme is busy, he wants her attention

how bts would eat you out

you find out they’re submissive

you like pet play

their favorite kinky clothing

their favorite ways to turn you on

fake love — a sub!bts concept

you call them good boy

what music bts would choose for sex?

body/breast worship

blowjob with teeth

massaging you

slave/masochist boyfriends snaps

you’re their tall girlfriend/idol mentor

vampire au: you’re craving their blood

pegging — they break the bed

reader feeling insecure about her body

complimenting bts in french / dirty talk

accidentally turning you on

fingering you

you’re getting loud in bed | crack

putting them to sleep after a long day

their motivations to be submissive

tackling their insecurities

you want them to sit on your lap

bts receiving punishment

you’re anxious

whispering dirty things at the dinner table

pegging them

jealous bts

bts are insecure about losing their abs

bts as the 7 deadly sins

you ask them to sub

giving bts hickeys

they hug you

you’re on your period

bts as mermen

how masochistic are they?

bts cooking for you

cuddling

favorite places to have sex

xmas eve sex

how do they sound like in bed?

foreplay with them

bts as submissive boyfriends

♡ jungkook    

call of nature (m) | camping au sublime (m) | merman au — sequel: dauntless (m) my neighbor with the bloody laundry (m) | vampire au electric lovers (m) | android au ft. tae, jk, myg the scaffolding | painter au pump jack (m) | desert au ft. myg baby goodnight (m) | domestic au sloppy savvy (m) | domestic au ft. myg

bondage with him

maknae line reaction: dom to sub

he’s insecure about his lips

biting kink / pegging scenario

kissing sub!jk

maknae line safewords scenario

comforting the busan & daegu line

sub!maknae line: favorite sex positions

tae & jk as maids

♡ taehyung

electric lovers (m) | android au with tae, jjk, yg | pt 2 cornflower blue (m) | farming au my word to treat you well (m) | prince!tae au playfight (m) | stuck in a blizzard au tease you well (m) | vintage au colonized (m) | domestic au bleeding hearts & happy days (m) | escort au ft. bbh

his choking kink (picture)

maknae line reaction: dom to sub

tae’s puppy kink

pet play / he comes too early

kissing sub!tae

maknae line safewords scenario

comforting the busan & daegu line

sub!maknae line: favorite sex positions

th & jk as your maids

♡ yoongi 

fuckin’ wembley (m) | hotel sex au snowdrop (m) | domestic au trophy boyfriend (m) | secretary au sloppy savvy (m) | domestic au ft. jjk pump jack (m) | desert au ft. jjk electric lovers (m) | android au ft th, jk, yg streaks of fuchsia (m) | baby girl yoongi au repeat (m) | domestic au baptized (m) | domestic au ft. jm

feeling small/showing insecurities + noona kink

who he submits to 

about yoongi saying “i’m yours”

the two ways yoongi flirts

yg, d/s, and the korean age hierarchy

you dress for halloween

underground tattoo artist yg

caning him

yg likes tough women & macho men

hyung line reaction: top to sub

[MASTERPOST] oral writings with myg

studio sex with yg

sub!hyung line kinks

comforting the busan & daegu line

kissing sub!yoongi

cuddling with him

♡  hoseok

second year’s pains (m) | anniversary au

fairy coffee shop au

hyung line impact play series masterpost

when would he not be vocal?

flogging/butt plug scenario

hyung line reaction: top to sub

kissing sub!hoseok

sub!hyung line kinks

♡  jimin

boss witch (m) | sorcery apprentice!jimin au — 2 | 3 | 4 cygnet & cinder (m/r) | bavarian au: prince!jm stunna [r] | domestic au how to kiss a man from venus (m) | alien!jm au simulacrum of dawn (m) | incubus!jm au potions and reverie (m) | husband!jm au baptized (m) | domestic au ft. yoongi awards with a twist (m) | idol au

burlesque dancer!jm ft. dita von teese

making jack-o-lanterns with him

vampire au moodboards 

sub!jm moodboard

maknae line reaction: dom to sub

kissing sub!jm

maknae line safewords scenario

comforting the busan & daegu line

sub!maknae line: favorite sex positions

♡  seokjin 

choking gold (m) | pornstar au

trick or treat halloween imagine 

hyung line impact play series masterpost

paddling/handcuffs/roleplay scenario

lip appreciation post

hyung line reaction: top to sub

eatjin meets pegjin

kissing sub!jin

sub!hyung line kinks

♡  namjoon

fuckup trucker (m) | winter vacation au doc on a date (m) | venice au on the rocks (m) | husband!rm au

hyung line impact play series masterpost

spanking scenario

more sub!rm

lip appreciation

hyung line reaction: top to sub

meme proof: rm is a screamer

kissing sub!rm

submissive hyung line kinks

sub!rm

mtl mlist

rude boy (m) | sub!tom holland student au

femdom resources

‘kink’ vs ‘fetish’

fantasizing about bts: disrespectful?

— [quiz] who’s your matching sub in bts? — [quiz] what type of domme are you? — [quiz] which bts member is your baby boy?

thank you for reading, love you to bits ❤️- caro 🐅 © 2017-2019 submissive-bangtan. all rights reserved. 

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four | the dom next door

genre: dom!jimin, voyeurism, a lil bit of angst

pairing: jimin x reader

synopsis: you had a crush on your angelic next door neigbour but through some certain events, you found out that your angelic image of him is not actually so angelic

four: deadman has no mercy

An alluring presence strides inside the Ten Publishing Inc, wearing a black turtleneck and pants while he has coffee in his left hand and the schedules that his secretary gave him as soon as he walked inside the building.  The women at the front desk immediately stood up as he walked in, giving their best smiles, hoping to be given a glimpse of attention from him but Park Jimin was too busy with his schedules that he continuously walked, eyes on the clipboard.

Jimin may not be the CEO of the corporation but his presence commands to control, no one under or even above him dares to talk back to him, after all, although he may be intimidating, everyone respects him. Ten Publishing Inc. is not much of a well known publishing company during the times Jimin was not in control, there were publishing giants that rules and moves aside the small companies. Once Jimin became the editor in chief of the publishing company, he started to market different kinds of stories of people, he was a good strategizer of what to publish and he makes sure before something would publish, it would be extremely perfect, almost flawless. A reason why people fear and respect him at the same time.

As soon as he sat on his chair, he sighed, it was going to be a long day. Ever since Jimin became the editor in chief, he became a busy man, he no longer lives a normal life, even normal kind of relationships had become too dull for him, so he opted for one night stands but it was never enough, he was never satisfied until Taehyung, one of his friends invited him in an unusual club one night.

“Come on, you’ve been living in a dull life, that’s why you’ve never been satisfied.” The young man said, Taehyung gesturing him to come in. Jimin got a bad feeling about the place, it was different from the usual strip clubs he and Taehyung would go, it was a lot more explicit. There were people who would be walking around, collars around their neck, some who looks intimidating and that’s when he realized. He was in a BDSM club. He was always intrigued with the world of BDSM but he would always forget the thought as soon he remembers his work.

“May I take your order...sirs?” He looked up, it was one of the waitresses. She was wearing a harness, that wraps around her neck, and goes around her breasts, waist until it covers the bottom part of her body like an underwear. She was wearing a black lingerie underneath the harness, so she was still covered. Taehyung’s eyes changed into a mischievous glint, Jimin always knew Taehyung was always into some kinky shits but he never thought BDSM would be one of it, or maybe he was hoping Taehyung wouldn’t be into it but here he was, a club full of dominants and submissives.

Placing his head on his palm, “Why did you bring me here, Tae?”

“I thought you need some spice in your life. You’ve beaten Namjoon in being the most workaholic out of us. You never go out of your office, you always straightly go home to your worn out apartment, which reminds me, why are you still living in that godforsaken apartment? It’s small and you’ve been having one night stands, but you look like you’re not satisfied.”

Jimin sighed, “First of all, I’m comfortable living in that small apartment, § I would like my life as much as possible be low profile and I am not dissatisfied with my hookups.”

Taehyung smirked, “Well, you are dissatisfied, alright.”

“I said I’m--”

Suddenly the crowd roars, and Taehyung immediately gestured Jimin to quiet down, saying the show was starting. Jimin’s eyebrows raised, everyone’s eyes focused on the stage at the center, and the host reveals himself, everyone clapped, he was a tall young man with a black suit, all of the women were swooned by his smile, the crowd cheers loudly but as soon his index finger was on his lips, everyone went quiet.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you our performers for tonight. Introducing---Lady Belle and her submissives.”

Everyone cheered, especially the men, Taehyung was also cheering for this so-called ‘Lady Belle’, Jimin watched silently as Lady Belle unveils herself in front of everyone. She was wearing a harness, like the waitress but it was more explicit, as it didn’t cover her breasts, and it was only a small part of the harness that covered her bottom. She was completely alluring, seducing everyone in the room and invited everyone to fantasize about her, but she was also controlling the scenario and the audience, and most of all, she was dominating her submissives well. It was a man and a woman. Both of them were kneeled on the floor, waiting for her orders.

Jimin sipped the wine the waitress just gave, and continued to look at the show. “That’s Lady Belle. She’s a popular domme here, especially to the male submissives. All the dominants who worked in this club had experienced to be subbed by her, I think it has become a process in this club.” Taehyung said, eyes still focused on the show.

“Did you try subbing to her, Tae?” Jimin asked.

Taehyung snorted, “Of course not. Being a submissive was never something I fantasized, I kinda realize that when I first started watching these kind of shows, and even in my sexual relationships.”

Jimin nodded, he didn’t say anything after that as he continued to watch the show, it was getting more and more interesting and the way Lady Belle builds up her submissives was interesting but Jimin pictured himself in the position of Lady Belle. He pictured himself building up a person, until his submissives beg for him to ask for more of him, he pictured himself punishing someone for not obeying him, he pictured himself teasing them until they no longer could take it anymore and he pictured taking care of them after everything. Jimin realized what he wants.

Ever since that day, Jimin started to teach himself in the BDSM world. Practicing and understanding the terms, the rules,everything that he needs to know then he slowly start to introduce it into his hook ups, slowly so he wouldn’t surprise them, until one day he finally gain someone who was willing to submit to him. He was happy and he made sure that he performed well, that he satisfy his submissive but one day she told him that she wants out, that she wasn’t ready to do it for the rest of her life.

Jimin was not hurt, he completely understands where she’s coming from, she was a broken hearted woman who wanted to spice her sexual life, that’s why she accepted to be his submissive. Jimin felt empty, and then the submissives came one after another, he never had a long term submissive, the longest was two weeks. He wasn’t hurt whenever they would leave, he just feels empty, he didn’t know why he felt empty but something was missing from him. He sighed.

The first time Jimin met you, he thought that he had seen you before but he just couldn’t remember who you are and where he had seen you. You were talking to the old landlady, your eyes were clear, innocent and your smile was pure and Jimin decided he wants nothing with you but he couldn’t help greeting you. Your reactions were priceless, every time he would greet you, you couldn’t look at him in the eyes as your cheeks and ears would get red. You were cute, the way you would look at him means something and he was completely aware with how you feel but he didn’t want to let you in his world.

His world was different from yours, it was vile and dirty, you were just a normal girl who has a gentle smile that warms his heart, a colleague, that was what you are. Or so he thought.

A powerful man  went inside his office commanded attention, just like he do but not because of his aura but because of his power, because of who he is. Jimin was sitting across the CEO of Red Entertainment. He was a business tycoon and a war hero, not only he has power in the business world but he has power in the military for serving a good service to the country during the war between North Korea and South Korea. Jimin was curious why the man himself visited him.

“Coffee, sir?” He gestured, when his secretary poured coffee in the man’s cup. The old man just shook his head and sighed, “I don’t really have interest in drinking coffee right now, Park.”

He nodded, he continued sipping his coffee, calming his nerves since there is a powerful man sitting across him. “May I know the reason you visited, sir?” Jimin asked.

“You see, I want you to make me a favor since your publishing company is one of the most influential in this country.”

“I’m happy to hear that, sir.”

Kim Seokmin, the CEO of Red Entertainment, went silent for a minute, turning his head, he gestured his secretary to hand him something, the woman who was already in her 30s, approached him and hand him a brown envelope. The old man slide the envelope to him. His look commanding him to read the contents of the envelope, Jimin silently removed the contents and he paused when he saw your picture. Your appearance was different how you actually look like.

You were not smiling, your eyes look sad as if you have a burden, if he hadn’t met you, he would thought that you were just a stiff person who doesn’t smile but he met you before this, the way your gentle smile formed whenever you talk to the landlady, the smile you give him whenever he greets you. You were different from the picture, you were expressionless as you were looking at nowhere, the picture was taken while you’re going down the stairs, wearing a white gown as the sleeves were below your shoulders, your hair was pulled up as you wear expensive jewelry.

You look mysterious, enchanting and if he would seen you there, he’ll wonder what type of person you are.

“Mr. Park?”

Jimin looked up, the old man was confusedly looking at him, he must have been wondering the way Jimin have looked at the picture for a minute. “Do you know her, Mr. Park?”

“Oh. No, sir. Who is she?”

The old man sighed. “She’s my daughter. She’s been missing for a couple of months now, we had a fight and it didn’t end well. I’ve been searching for her, and no one could find her. Me and her mother is worried and sick.”

Jimin slowly nodded, he suddenly felt conflicted. Will he admit where you are but he wants to know why you suddenly escaped, he wants to know your reason. “So what favor do you want me to do, sir?”

“I want you to publish an article where you’re looking for her. I know your influence would help me find my daughter.”

Jimin is conflicted but he was determined to know your reason. Sipping his coffee, he decides his decision.

“I’m afraid I can’t, sir.” The man looked at him, offended by his disapproval. “I wish I could help you since after all Ten Publishing Inc. is all about stories of different kinds of people, and indeed it would have influence but I’m afraid this influence would lead your daughter great danger. There are people who would take advantage this opportunity and ask for a ransom in having your daughter. You wouldn’t want that for your daughter.”

The man nodded, completely understanding Jimin’s disapproval and sighed. “I’m afraid you’re right, Mr. Park. I guess I would look for her in private. Please keep the picture, in case you might see her, and you can contact me through my secretary, it’s already inside the envelope.”

“Yes sir. I’ll do that.”

Jimin stares at your picture, remembering the day he found about your secret, he looks at you through the peephole, you were sleeping soundly and the way you are at peace drive Jimin to protect you. He wants to protect you at all cost, but he was also afraid that one day they would take you away from him. All of them left him, but he wasn’t hurt but he was afraid if you would be gone, he won’t just feel empty.

You were staring at the menu, silently studying  and memorizing each of them as you wait for a customer to arrive. Jungkook was right, you should relax, there was not much of a customer during mornings so you opted to clean although Jungkook insisted that you don’t have to since he already cleaned it last night, but you were already wiping the windows and brooming the floor.

“Someone’s passionate.” You turned around and Jungkook is amusedly watching you, and sighed. “I told you, you don’t have to clean first thing in the morning. You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?” He sounds frustrated but he was smiling, and you didn’t know what to react so you just stopped cleaning.

“Good girl. Well, I need you to help me with the cakes first. Would you help me choose what I should display right now?”

You nodded and  followed Jungkook inside the kitchen, and there were five cakes placed on the table.

“Okay, So I have strawberry cheesecake, blueberry cheesecake, mango cake, matcha and black forest. What do you think I should display? I should only display three cakes and I’m really indecisive regarding this.” Jungkook looked serious as he stares at the five cakes, his eyebrows crunch together as he bites his lower lip and you couldn’t help but chuckle how focused he look. Jungkook looked at you with pure curiosity, tilting his head, silently asking why are you laughing and you immediately remembered your position and you quiet down.

“Why are you laughing, Y/N?”

“Well, you really look serious with the cakes,” You politely smiled, and slowly approached the table as you observe the cakes, “I think all of them are good enough to display, maybe just think of the cakes that you haven’t yet displayed.” You said. It was early in the morning and suddenly your stomach was craving for cake already.

“You’re right, I’ll go with mango, matcha and strawberry. Thanks, Y/N.” Jungkook said, as he grab one of the cakes and went out of the kitchen, you followed as you also grab one cake. Jungkook was carefully displaying the cake when you got outside, “You didn’t have to, Y/N but thanks.” He said, as he takes the cake you’re holding and gently put it inside the glass cabinet.

“Well, I do have to help you know, I have to do good so you could allow me to have this job.”

Jungkook just gave you an amused smile as he continued on placing the cakes properly inside the cabinet. It’s been three days you’ve started working for Jungkook, well technically he’s still testing your work ethics and if you’ve passed after a week, you’ll finally get the job but if you’re being honest, you’re glad that Jungkook accepted you despite your appalling resume. You went back to looking for things to do, like wiping the tables, organizing the packages, paper bags, boxes or anything that you could organize in the cupboard and you were glad when there was finally a customer.

You heard the wind chimes, signalling that a customer arrived, and you practically sprinted your way to the cashier to greet the customer. “Welcome to Kookie Cafe!” You almost screamed, and your excited appearance suddenly froze when you found who appeared in front of you. It was the alluring enigma himself, wearing a smart corporate uniform, hands inside his pocket and an amused smile on his face. Park Jimin. You gulped, first, you were confused in what was he doing in your workplace, and why in all of places...here. You stood there completely frozen, jaw gapping and you only snapped back from your thoughts when Jungkook nudged you.

“Hey, Y/N. There’s a customer, take their order.” He whispered, and you suddenly became flustered and at the same time embarrassed of your action. It has also been three days since that night happened, when you voluntarily sucked his fingers and when both of you fell asleep at the same time. You were aware of what you said but after that, you weren’t sure if that night actually happen so you practically avoided Jimin, going to your work early in the morning and going home late so you wouldn’t accidentally meet him on your way to your apartment but here you were, in front of the person you’re trying to avoid for three days and about to take his order. You gulped, and internally calming yourself.

“May I take your order sir?” You calmly asked, internally screaming how you actually pulled it off. Jimin gave you the sweetest smile before he looked down at the menu, looking at the drinks you offer then he looked up at the big menu behind you, listing all the cakes, drinks and other foods available in the cafe. Holding his chin, looking like he’s thinking deeply and then he looked at you with the brightest smile and suddenly your walls you put up to hide your embarrassment single handedly been torn down by Park Jimin himself, you looked down, trying your best to avoid his eyes.

“A waffle and a black coffee, miss.” He softly said, you glance up and he was looking at you softly. You nodded, and tried to type it on the cash register, following what Jungkook taught you during day one.

“Is that all, sir?” You asked politely but still trying your best to avoid his eyes.

Jimin looks at you with an amused smile, liking the effect of his presence to you. “Yes please.”

You nodded and continued to ask, “Will you be dining in or would you prefer take out?” Unconsciously, you bit your lower lip. You didn’t know what to do or what to say, it’s been three days since you last saw him, and you’ve chickened out when you realize you and Jimin are not just colleagues anymore. He told you himself that he’ll be yours and you told him that you’re willing to be his. Maybe you’ve become afraid to the thought that you actually passed beyond colleagues, maybe because you’ve been used to the thought that he’ll just be an unreachable guy but now when you can actually reach him, you didn’t know how to handle him and suddenly you’re scared to the thoughts that what if you would blew everything up.

“Hm, I’m not sure, I would like to dine my breakfast since I don’t like carrying packages but I would also like the eat from the view from my office.” He was looking at you as he speaks, and you felt every words were like a song, melting you instantly on your spot, “What do you think, miss?” Jimin politely ask.

“Well, I guess whatever that would make you...comfortable.” You said, unsure.

Jimin smiles at you, he was looking at you with amusement, it’s been three days since he last saw you  and he knows that you have become so scared with the both of you, and he actually wants to talk to you regarding that that’s why when he came to your workplace early in the morning but seeing you for three days, he was just contented to just see you. You look so cute with your barista uniform. “Hmm, I’d-” his phone rang, with a frustrated sigh, Jimin answered his phone and suddenly he paused. You watched as his soft features a while ago turned stoic, his eyebrows furrowed, forehead knotted and his mouth turned upward into a frown. “I see.” His eyes became serious. “Yes, I’ll be there.” He ended the call, turning to you with an apologetic smile.

“Is it okay if you save my order for later? I just have to go somewhere.” He grabbed his wallet and gave you fifty dollars. “You can keep the change. I’ll return for my order later. Thank you.” He said, as he hurriedly run outside the cafe and you were left dumbfounded and a fifty dollars on the table.

Jimin wasn’t able to come back for his order.

It was already 10 in the evening when Jungkook decided to close. You were wiping the table, and mopping the floor when the wind chime made a sound, lifting your head, you turned to look around and your heart froze at the person in front of you. It was Yuna, your father’s secretary. There were two men behind her, tall and bulk looking, they look like the same people who chased you few nights before. You didn’t have any weapon with you, you tried to remember the self defense you learned from your martial arts teacher before.

“Don’t be afraid, milady.” Yuna politely said. “I didn’t come here to take you to your father.”

Your brows furrowed, “Then why are you here?” You asked accusingly, there was no way Yuna would come here without an objective.

“Well, I’m just here to inform you. I know your whereabouts for the past three months.” You gulped. Of course, this was Yuna. She has been your father’s secretary ever since you were a child. She practically watched you grew up. You didn’t let what she said fazed you, and you put on the usual mask you were usually wearing before. “I could easily tell him that you’re here….” She said, “....but I understand the reason why you have to do this and I understand if you don’t have any plans to go back to them but milady…your father is sick.”

Your heart dropped. Your father, a strong man who carried the Red Entertainment in his back to reach where it is right now and never showed his vulnerability, you were torn between the life you’ve always wanted outside the chains or your father who despite you despise so much right now, you also respect. Yuna watched you silently, she didn’t force you to come with her, she was simply waiting for your response. When you were deciding too long, she decided to stand up, she took out a short white paper that was embossed with her name on it: JUNG EUN AE, Red Entertainment Inc.

“Contact me here if you have a decision. I’m not forcing you to come with me, but I just want to let you know that your father needs you right now.” She let out a frustrated sigh, “And your mother misses you.” She said sternly as if the words were poison inside her mouth but you didn’t comment on it and simply nodded.

When Yuna left, your head was up in the clouds, you didn’t know what was the right thing to do, you were so torn between your family and your happiness. Ever since you were a child you were always cooped up inside the mansion, with no one who was willing to talk to you, the maids wouldn’t dare talk to you, afraid they would lose their jobs, your parents never fancied getting you pets because they think it would just dirty the house, your mother was strict with you, she would never let you go outside even just to admire the flowers. You understood why you were so cooped up, your mother had two miscarriages before she had you, you understood why she was so protective but it was suffocating.

Your father wouldn’t let you go to school because he was too afraid someone would influence you to rebel, you end up being home schooled by different tutors who didn’t bother to understand you that you were just a mere kid. You grew up clueless but so curious to the world, maybe it was wrong to run away from your family but everything snapped at that night--It was your 20th birthday, you at the upstairs looking at everyone down the hall who were plastering their fake smiles while drinking wine or champagne, you didn’t really care much since you knew none of them.

You decided to head to bed early but your mother, who you were used to ignoring you during parties, approached you with a young man you never even saw in your entire life. He was taller than your mother, wearing a smart suit, he has gentle eyes and a champagne in his hand. “Darling, I’d like you to meet Taehyung. He’s your fiance.”

Then your jaw dropped, for the first time since you were a kid, you were once again showing emotions. “Fiance?” This was the first time you’ve heard of this.

“Oh, I apologize, your father and I have been wanting to let you meet him but we were too worried that you won’t focus on your studies, so we let the meeting on hold but--”

“But mother, you haven’t asked my permission if I wanted to even get married.”

Your mother’s face grew sour, not liking the way you cut her off, but she arched her eyebrows and gave you a sharp glare. “Permission? From you?” She asked as if it was the most ridiculous thing she ever heard and she needs a second time to hear it properly. Suddenly, you had courage and balls to talk back to your mother that night.

“Yes, mother. Permission. I think I deserve to be asked if I want to get married or not.” Your mother didn’t say anything to you that night, she stormed off as Taehyung was left behind with a smug smirk on his face.

“I didn’t know kitten could be so feisty,” He said amusingly. You didn’t respond to what he said as you lost your courage to talk back to him, instead, you immediately went back to your room. You thought that night, it was the last time you would hear the word fiance but since that night, your mother would bring it up in the most subtle ways. She would ask what would you do after all your studies, you told them you still have no idea but you expressed that you were interested with art which your mother immediately sprang up how it was the worst decision you’ve ever made, and she quickly suggested that marrying Taehyung would immediately guarantee you a better life.

You didn’t say anything after that but she would still continue doing it, until you’ve grown tired of it when your parents decided to send you off in Taehyung’s household. That was your breaking point. You stood up from the table that night, screaming “I am your daughter, not your property!” and stormed off to your room. In your room, you thought how it was so much better to get out of this house and live alone, you’ve had multiple thoughts of having a job, and living in a small apartment where no one could trace then you got up from your bed, immediately opening your closet and taking in all the clothes, you watched once in the video how to make a rope out of clothes and you did what you saw in the video, tying tightly each of the knots and when you think it was long enough that you could go down, you carefully put it down and you locked the end of the tie to one of the posts in your bed.

You looked out of the window, your house was three stories high, you looked at the bag that you’re bringing, inside the bag was everything you need, although you were cooped up inside the house, you were much well informed to the things you needed. You’ve brought some papers you have, some certifications you got from your tutors to prove your education, you brought the only valid ID that you have but you thought you probably have to change your name, or if you can’t you have to go to a far far away city.

Ever since the night you run away, you only faced hardships but that didn’t stop you to stay, you’ve longed for this. This is the life you wanted, the life there were no eyes who were watching you, guarding you and mouths that were telling you what to do with your life. You’ve also met a lot of people, like Hoseok for example, he was an English teacher who usually dropped by at your first job, he’s also a part time choreographer and during your day offs, he would usually teach you to dance, and you’ve also met Jimin. The alluring Jimin. The mysterious but has the heart of gold Jimin. Jimin, the person you hold dearly.

As much as if it’s selfish, you weren’t going to go back to your old life.

You were walking idly to your apartment, you didn’t realize the sweet old landlady were calling you until she tapped your shoulder. Maybe you just need to rest, it was a long day for you, when you got to your apartment, you noticed a figure was waiting at your door, you only got to recognize the figure when you stepped closer. It was Jimin. He was sitting as his head leans on the wall beside him, he was sleeping soundly, you didn’t want to wake him up but it was cold outside and you could hear him coughing. You leveled to him and gently tap him, “Jimin” You called him, he groaned as his eyebrows furrowed. “Jimin, wake up.”

“Hmmmm.”

You bit your lip. “Jimin, wake up!” You half scold, not wanting to wake the neighbours up.

Jimin bolted from his position, his eyes scanned the surroundings until it fixated on you. His confused face melted into his smile. “Y/N…” He called to you weakly as he just woke up. You stand as you also helped him to stand. “Did you just got home?”

“Yes, were you….waiting for me?”

He nodded. “Yes, I wanted to see you but I knew I was going to fall asleep, so I decided to wait for you here.” He sniffed, he was shivering. Jimin didn’t have a jacket on with him, he was just wearing a black turtleneck sweater and it wasn’t enough to warm him. “I hope you don’t mind, I just missed seeing your face.” He said. He was probably half awake because Jimin was being too honest with his feelings right now, and your heat cheeks up, not used to Jimin’s intimate words.

You cough, “Well, if you don’t mind, let me make you a cup of tea plus you’re shivering, so let’s warm you up.”

You watched as Jimin sips his tea, he wasn’t shivering anymore and he warmed up when you covered him with your blanket. Jimin looked up and smiled at you, you were busy cleaning up the leftover foods on the table, you picked up the plates and started washing the dishes, he watched you as your focus was on the plates. “So….how are you?” He asked you.

It has been so long since Jimin saw you, he wanted to hug you when he saw you working but he remembered his place, so he opted to be casual as possible, although he had been busy for the past three days with a lot of paperworks and meetings, he always wonder how’ve you been, he keeps scolding himself that he didn’t ask for your number so he could contact you. You sighed, as you remember the event before you got home, “...A bit busy and stressed, I guess.”

Jimin slowly stood up, blanket still covered on his back as he walks to you, you jumped slightly at his sudden presence but proceeds to continue washing dishes. He leaned on the marble counter, “Stressed? What’s wrong? Have your work been tiring you out?” He wanted to caress your cheeks, or pat your shoulder but Jimin thought he might scare with his sudden touch.

“Oh no, work’s fine, Jungkook has been so nice to me--”

“Jungkook?”

“He’s my boss. He’s really sweet.”

“Oh.” Somehow, Jimin didn’t like the way the lad’s name played like a sweet melody in your lips, but he remain silent. “Then, what’s wrong?” Jimin felt your sudden uneasiness as he sees you suddenly biting your lower lip and looking down, a habit he noticed whenever you’re in a tight situation. He gently pats your head. “Hey, it’s okay, you can tell me whatever it is, and if you’re not ready to open up, It’s okay, I could--” Jimin was cut off with his sudden sneeze, he totally forgot he slept for two hours outside your apartment, your mouth break into a smile, it was the first time you see Jimin caught off guard.

“Come on, you need to rest.” You said as you grabbed his hand and led him to your bed, Jimin didn’t say anything as he laid on your bed while you covered him with your blanket. “Seriously, why did you have to wait outside my apartment?” You muttered under your breath as you fixed the pillow. You weren’t really frustrated, but you’re worried that his cold might go worse, “What if you wouldn’t be able to go to your work?”

“I just missed you, Y/N.” You stared at him, you realized his face was close, you didn’t move as Jimin gently touched your cheek, caressing it, he smiled. “I was afraid, I wouldn’t see you again.” His thumb was caressing your lower lip, unconsciously, you find yourself licking your lower lip thus also licking his thumb. You watched Jimin’s soft eyes turned dark, daring you to continue what you started, you stared at Jimin for a few good seconds and dived in to seal your lips into his.

Something inside you snapped, just like every time you’re alone with Jimin, you pulled his head closer as you opened your mouth to let his tongue play with yours, the kiss was slow, sensual and both of you were taking your time as if the world stopped especially just for you two. When the both of you stopped, you find yourself straddling on top of him while he’s laying down on your bed. You were panting as you stared at him, Jimin is beautiful, you thought, his eyes were beautiful as it didn’t need the stars to glisten, his face was flushed pink and he was warm….really warm then suddenly you realized. “Jimin, you’re sick!”

He must have also realized it, “You’re going to get sick.” He held your cheek, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you but I couldn’t help it” and he sighs.

“I don’t really mind, and I’m the one who started it, so it’s not entirely your fault.”

He smiled, “You’re so beautiful, angel.”

“You’re also beautiful…” Jimin smiled at what you’ve said, and once again, you felt you’re under his spell as you find yourself snuggling on the curve of his neck. He chuckles at the tickling sensation, he wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you closer. Warmth. This is what he was looking for ever since, the warm touch of a person he cares about, pulling him in and removing the stress from his job, the peace you give was addicting and he was scared to lose you.

Usually, he was always on guard with everything, even when he sleeps, he never let himself to be vulnerable or defenseless but for this night, this one night, let him break down his walls just for you as he comfortably sleeps knowing you’re there by his side, pushing away the negative thoughts and letting your warmth overtake it. You watched Jimin succumbed to sleep, you smile as he was sleeping comfortably, back at the shop, you were blaming yourself because you ran away from who you were supposed to be, that what you did caused your father’s illness but right now, as much as it sounds selfish, you were happy you ran away.

You never thought you could find a person who’s perfect as Jimin, although he said he’ll be yours but there are still things you’re scared about regarding your relationship but right now...you’re contented to what you both have. Having him in your arms, stroking his hair slowly as he falls asleep, you’re contented with just like this. You were about to sleep when you heard a knock from your door.

Suddenly, you remembered Yuna, you were confused, she told you she wouldn’t tell your whereabouts to your father, you slowly unwrapped yourself from Jimin, you were afraid he would wake up but Jimin was sleeping soundly. You immediately grabbed your jacket as you cover yourself, and opened the door. Your breath hitched as the figure standing in front you looked at you with a knowing smirk. Taehyung was in front of you, it’s been months since you last saw him, you didn’t exactly know what he was doing in front of your apartment but there’s one question that’s floating in your head.

“What are you doing here?”

“What a good way to greet your fiance, after what I did for you, love.” He caressed your cheek, you rolled your eyes as you slapped his hand away. Taehyung glanced at the figure sleeping on your bed and smirked. “What a bad fiance, running away from me, not contacting me for months and what do I find? Sleeping with another man in this cold, cold night.”

“Shut up, Tae. You’re not innocent here. Just tell me what are you doing here?”

“I suppose you’ve met Yuna, right? That woman is really great, imagine finding you after I’ve completely covered your tracks. Anyways, it’s not Yuna why I came here….. it’s Jimin.”

You stopped what you’re doing and looked at Taehyung. He had a serious face. “You look like you have no clue, but Jimin here is a good friend of mine so it was a shocking news for me when I’ve found out that you both are really good friends, not that I care about your relationship….it’s just that.”

You arch your eyebrow, daring Taehyung to go on, he smiled. “It’s just that you’re dangerous for him, love.” You furrowed your eyebrows, Taehyung slowly approached you, cupping your chin to meet your eyes with his. “I’m afraid that your father is looking for you at all cost, continue having your relationship with him and you’ll put him in danger. Your father may be in his deathbed, but he’s becoming destructive, he already cut off his partnership with us because he found out that I helped you run away, he just don’t have the evidence to prove himself. Your father approached Jimin a long time ago to help him find you and if he finds you with him….that deadman will have no mercy.”

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Fear and Loathing Pt. 1 | Kim Taehyung

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Word count: 2,725 Rating / warnings: pg13(?) / female domme x male sub

Summary: You and Taehyung never got along. But when hidden desires are awoken, maybe the two of you can come to an understanding.

Sarah’s weekend getaways are not to be missed. Especially when it’s all of your closest friends in a log cabin right on the lake of her family’s summer home for a long weekend. Good company, plenty of booze, homemade food every night - what more could a girl want? The only downside is that he’ll be there.

You don’t know what it is about him. Maybe it’s a conglomeration of things. But whatever it is, one thing you know for sure: You really fucking hate Kim Taehyung.

The two of you have never gotten along, starting at the first weekend getaway. Having been invited by Jungkook, Sarah’s boyfriend, you thought nothing of it. Jungkook’s friends were fun, and you enjoyed their company. He seemed fine at first, handsome with a cute smile and deep voice. But later on, after several rounds of drinks, you were busy arguing over every little thing.

Needless to say, the two of you did not form any lasting bonds.

And now here you were again, having to put up with him for an entire weekend.

After grabbing your suitcase from the car, you make your way inside to the room you usually occupy with Tiffany, who couldn’t make it this weekend because of her anniversary celebrations with her boyfriend. Setting up in the corner, you hear voices from down the hall.

“There should be a spot in the room at the end of the hall,” you hear Jungkook say.

Footsteps sound lightly as you finish, only to hear them stop at your door.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

Standing up, you turn around and see Taehyung with his own luggage standing in the doorway. Putting two and two together, your eyes widen, shaking your head.

“Nope! No fucking way are you sleeping in here.” Storming out passed him, you bump his shoulder on the way out, ignoring his muttered curse. You go into Jungkook and Sarah’s room, arms swinging out wildly. “You’re sticking me with Taehyung? Are you serious?”

Sarah sighs and rolls her eyes. “Y/N, there’s literally nowhere else for him to go. Unless you want him to sleep on the floor.”

“That would be preferable, yes.”

“Y/N.”

“Why don’t you ask one of the others to switch?” Jungkook offers with a grin.

Huffing, eyes only slightly narrowed in his direction, you turn and go into the next room, finding Jimin and Shanna unpacking their bags.

“Shanna, please room with me,” you beg, falling onto your elbows on the bed.

Shanna snorts and shakes her head. “Sorry, babe. No can do.”

“Jimin, don’t you want to save me from this Hell I will be living and room with your best bud, Taehyung?

You can tell Jimin is trying hard not to laugh at your awful attempts at persuasion by the way he’s looking down at his suitcase and biting his lip. Groaning, you push yourself off the bed and exit the room.

“Oh, Hobi~~” You sing-song, finding him in the living room.

“What’s up?” He smiles at you, plopping down onto the couch.

“What are, um,” you stroll over to him, reaching out to fluff his hair a bit, “your sleeping arrangements for the weekend?”

He arches a brow at you, grinning slightly as he pats the couch. “Pull out with Yoongi.”

“Namjoon?” You turn quickly to face the eldest boy.

“I don’t think Fallon wants me sleeping in the same bed as you, especially with her not here. She knows you like to cuddle.”

“That was one time, and I was drunk,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes.

Namjoon laughs. “What do you think we’re doing all weekend?”

“Ughhh.” You look up at the loft. “Who’s upstairs?”

“Jin, myself, and the rest of the girls.”

“They aren’t even here yet, why do they get to claim the loft?”

“Because they’re bringing the air mattresses and need the space,” you hear Taehyung from behind you. Closing your eyes, you take a breath, but he continues. “Why don’t you switch with Hobi or Yoongi and sleep on the pullout?”

“Because” you turn to face him. “That’s my room. I’m always there.”

“Well, princess, I guess you’ll have to deal then.”

“You’re all plotting against me, and I don’t appreciate it,” you tell the room, leaving with a dramatic flair and returning to your room. Luckily Taehyung doesn’t follow, and you flop onto the bed, immediately texting Tiffany.

An hour later, the others arrive and set up. You go up and greet your friends, noting how little space there is on the loft with two air mattresses for 5 people. Sighing, you decide alcohol is the best way for you to cope for now.

Everyone helps with dinner, and afterwards, you all drink around the firepit and roast marshmallows. You momentarily forget about your situation until everyone calls it a night and goes to bed.

While in the bathroom brushing your teeth, Taehyung sidles up next to you and begins his own nighttime routine as you stare at him, toothbrush hanging from your mouth.

“Excuse me?”

He lifts a brow at you, lifting his toothbrush to his mouth. “Yeah?”

“I’m in here.”

“Yeah. So am I.”

Inwardly groaning, you let it go and finish brushing your teeth in silence. You glance over at him in the mirror and catch his gaze. Hastily you look away, not missing his smirk before you did. He leans over the sink and spits, shoving you to the side as he does. When you lean over to spit, as well, you do the same, shoving him back onto his side of the counter.

He meets your glare with a spark in his own eyes, and you roll yours, trying to finish up quickly. Taehyung bumps your arm with his elbow, leans to spit. You do the same. Suddenly you both are at war with each other, and the next time he leans over the sink, you move too quickly, not giving him enough time to pull up before you spit your toothpaste out.

Immediately you gasp, hand coming up to cover the grin you are unable to contain. Taehyung freezes, then slowly lifts a hand to wipe at the back of his hair. When he looks at you, this time face to face, he raises a brow at you, holding his hand up to show you your mess.

“Whoops?” You shrug, moving quickly to rinse your toothbrush and leave before he can retaliate.

You’re already settled into bed when he comes back into the room. Facing away from him, you hear him pause, then sigh before getting into bed, and you can only guess he’s noticed the extra pillows you have placed in the middle of the bed.

Taehyung settles in and gets comfortable, and everything is quiet in the room, until-

“Goodnight, princess.”

The next day, after lunch, everyone goes out to the lake.

Somehow, you end up in several games of Chicken Fight, you and Hoseok becoming reigning champs each round. Next up against you is Jungkook and Taehyung. Cracking your knuckles, you give them both smirks.

“Get ready to lose.”

“Oh, we’re taking your crown. Don’t worry about that,” Taehyung quips, challenging you.

“Bring it on.”

When Namjoon yells “go”, both teams lunge at each other. You have to admit, Taehyung is stronger than he looks, and with Jungkook holding him, he’s sturdy, too. But Hoseok is quick in the water, pulling you away when they get too close to knocking you down. You get close to winning twice, nearly pushing Taehyung off balance, but Jungkook’s got a strong hold on him and doesn’t let go, allowing for Taehyung to regain his balance.

Taehyung lunges forward and catches your arms and pushes, however you grab onto him as you go back and he falls forward, nearly drowning Jungkook before they both right themselves. However, you’re both locked together now, fingers entwined tightly, trying to push each other back.

“Hobi, what’s it like to be between Y/N’s legs, huh?” Taehyung teases, earning a glare from you.

Hobi just laughs and pats your thighs. “You wish, Tae.”

“Oh, do I,” he says to you quietly, face close enough that when he smirks and puckers his lips, you yank back, and he takes this opportunity to push you, causing you to slip back and into the water, bringing Hoseok with you.

When you both resurface, you hear laughter from all around you, as well as Jungkook and Taehyung cheering. You and Hoseok laugh and high five.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You ask him, pushing his hair from his face. “I know I can get aggressive.”

“Nah, you’re good. Your aggression won us three rounds,” he grins at you, and you grin back.

You turn to swim closer to everyone else and catch Taehyung staring. He looks away as soon as he catches your eyes, and your brow knits in confusion as you try to read his expression. A large wave of water hits you square in the face, then, and you sputter.

“What the fuck, Jungkook? Sarah, you’re boyfriend is going to die!” You yell to her on the shore as you and Jungkook engage in an all-out splash battle.

Fresh out of the shower and no longer smelling like lake water, you walk into the living room where everyone is lounging and drinking, music playing loudly in the background. Despite having been drinking all day, everyone’s paced themselves well enough to break out the harder liquor.

Stronger drinks lead to shots which leads to some ridiculous drinking games.

You run out in the middle of a game and leave to refill your cup in the kitchen. As you turn to leave the kitchen, you nearly run into Taehyung coming in.

Sighing, you try to make your way around him, but he blocks you, a smirk on his lips.

“Taehyung.”

“Y/N.”

“What do you want?”

Taehyung sets his cup down on the counter and advances on you, backing you into the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. “What? Can’t a guy flirt with his hot friend?”

You laugh. “We’re friends?”

“We can be.”

“Not interested.” He tsks at you, pouting his lips slightly, and you can’t help your gaze dropping to them, watching as he licks them.

“I see the way you look at me. No need to lie.”

Your eyes flit quickly back to his, and you cross your arms over your chest, resting your cup on your arm. “What? With contempt?”

Chuckling, he bites his lip, head tilted. “With sex eyes. It’s hot.”

“As if,” you roll your eyes. “You’re drunk, Taehyung.”

“And you aren’t?” He counters, brows raised. “Come on. Let’s stop lying here. All this tension between us. Just admit you want me.”

Scoffing, you look up at him. At the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips again. Bangs hanging over his eyes. You swallow hard. Sure, you’ve always thought he was attractive. Sure, the arguing was… kind of hot sometimes. He was more annoying than frustrating, but at this very moment, he was becoming very appealing to you.

You couldn’t have him thinking he’s won.

“You know, there is… something.”

Taehyung looks at you with mild surprise before masking it with a smirk. “Oh, yeah? Tell me what you want, baby.”

“It’s nothing really. Just.. something that never fails to get me hot.”

His head falls back, biting his lip. “Fuck. Didn’t peg you for a dirty talker.”

Lifting your hand, you push him away from you lightly, and he takes a step back, watching as you lick your lips. “I’ve always had this fantasy. It’s silly, really. But ever since I met you and you opened your mouth, I’ve always dreamed of walking up to you, real slow, and just… decking you right in that cute little face of yours.”

Blinking in confusion at the turn of events, he opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, taking a step forward and him one back.

“So hard, in fact, that you stumble, maybe even fall - God, I hope you fall - because then as you lay on the ground, looking up at me, I lift my bring my foot to your chest and press down. Not hard enough to do any real damage, just enough to see that split second flash of fear in your eyes.”

Another step forward, another step he takes back until he’s backed into the counter, looking down at you with wide eyes.

“And then, Kim Taehyung, right before I take my leave, I spit on you. Silly, I know, but God, it just really gets me going,” you joke, taking one more step forward.

You’re pressed against him now, and as soon as he feels you against him, his eyes close, cheeks heating up, and you can’t help the look of surprise on your face. You step back and glance down at the bulge in his pants, then back up right when he opens his eyes again.

Suppressing the urge to bite your lip, you scoff and shake your head.

“Pathetic.”

And you make your way back to join your friends.

Taehyung doesn’t participate in the rest of the night’s fun. In fact, he doesn’t return for another 10 minutes, and he does, he sits on the couch, scrolling through his phone the rest of the night.

When everyone heads to bed, he doesn’t follow, and you assume he’s too embarrassed to join you again, instead choosing to find a nice spot on the floor somewhere.

It’s just when you’re on the edges of sleep, your dreams just beginning to come to life, do you jerk awake at the sound of your door closing.

“Taehyung?” You mutter, sitting up to see him stripping down to his boxers. You swallow, the sight of him enough to wake you up. You watch him crawl into bed, lay on his back, and stare up at the ceiling. Slowly, you lay back, confused by his sudden entrance, and close your eyes as you get comfortable.

Mere moments later, you hear his voice call to you.

“Hm?” You hum, hoping he’ll get the hint that you’d like to go to sleep.

“Did you mean all that?”

Your eyes open slowly, unable to see him over the pillow between you.

“Did I mean what?”

“What you told me earlier. In the kitchen.”

You wonder why he’s asking you this. Is he upset? Did you actually hurt his feelings? Licking your lips, you shake your head despite him unable to see you.

“No, I didn’t. I was just being mean,” you say carefully, and then add: “I’m sorry.”

Taehyung sits up abruptly then, leaning onto the pillow to look at you. “Don’t be.”

“What?”

“Don’t be sorry.” He looks at you with dark, blown eyes that you can barely see in the dimly moonlit room. “I was hoping…”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you sit up on your elbow, eyes scanning his face. He looks nervous suddenly, eyes averting yours, fingers playing with the fabric of the pillow cover.

“Hoping what, Taehyung?” And then it clicks. His reaction earlier. He thought it was hot, what you told him. What you wanted to do him in your fantasy. Cocking your head to the side, the corner of your lip twitches as you speak again. “Do you want me to hit you?”

Taehyung’s wide eyes meet yours, but he says nothing.

“Do you want me to step on you? To spit on you, Taehyung?”

Still, he says nothing, only swallows hard. You tsk.

“You know, Tae, good boys speak when spoken to.”

You watch as he clenches his jaw, eyes fluttering slightly. “I think we both know I’m not a good boy.”

Surprised by his answer, you press your legs together, feeling the dampness between them. You can’t believe the turn of events here. Taehyung is actually turned on by this, and you never wanted to take control more than at this very moment.

“Oh, you aren’t.” You lean forward slowly, and he watches as you stop just inches from his face. Taking his chin in your hand, you lift it, making sure his eyes are on yours. “And we both know that bad boys get punished.”

Taehyung licks his lips, a grin breaking out slowly, and he nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

Author’s Note: I had a dream the other night where I told Tae what I wanted to do with him. I expanded upon that here. Thanks for reading! Feel free to leave feedback, like, reblog, etc. etc. <3

xoxo, Tyler