kinktober #1 - sub!Jimin x reader
reader! afab!reader, fem!reader
tags! sub!Jimin, softdom!reader, pegging (duh), praise, dirty talk, spanking, slight brain fog (mainly just implied)
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When Jimin wants you to fuck him, he really wants you to fuck him. Not ride him, not tell him what to do. He wants you to bend him over- the bed, a counter, the couch, doesn’t matter- and fuck him senseless. He wants you to drag your nails down his back, bite him, call him a good boy, make him cum just from abusing his prostate. He wants it so bad but he can’t just fucking say it.
So instead of asking you to peg him, he just curls up next to you on the couch, nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder. You smile, reaching up and petting the back of his head. As his soft hair slips between your fingers, he gently kisses your neck and starts slowly rutting up against your thigh. You can tell based on how curled up and hidden he is he’s in a much more submissive mood. You smile to yourself.
“What’s up with you, huh?” You ask.
“Mmm.” He whines, shaking his head.
“You okay?” You tease, your voice playful.
“Waddaya want from me, baby?” You ask him. He just whines, grinding into you a little bit harder. You laugh, your hand slipping to his shoulder. You rub his arm, pulling him into a tighter hug.
“If you don’t use your words, I can’t help you, Jimin~” You remind him. He makes a noise that sounds like a small sob and then goes silent for a bit. But you know him- he’s your good boy. He’ll speak in just a moment.
“Wan’ you to fuck me…” he mumbles into your shoulder.
“Hmm? What was that, sweetheart?”
“Want you to fuck me!” He says louder. You can feel the heat of his cheeks burning. “Please.”
“There, was that so hard?” You giggle, kissing the top of his head. You can tell from his neediness what he wants, so you go to your room and grab the strap from its box under your bed.
It’s a pretty toy. Baby blue and white, the colors marbled across the dildo’s surface. The harness is white, the same shade of blue on the clasps. You smile, tucking the strap-on under your arm as you grab the bottle of lube off your bedside table. You get back to the living room and Jimin’s already stripped down to his underwear, his clothes folded neatly on the coffee table.
“Look at you, organizing your things for me.”
The small talk doesn’t last long. You tell him to flip over, and he immediately kneels on the floor, legs spread and torso flush against the couch cushions.
You pull his black Calvin Kleins down around his ankles and he kicks them off without hesitation. His flushed, desperate cock is pinned between his thighs. He’s leaking precum down his thighs, but neither of you make any attempt to touch it. You instead shift your attention to his round, smooth bottom.
You tap the insides of his thighs and he moves them apart a bit, making it easier for you to spread his cheeks apart. His asshole clenches in anticipation, begging for attention.
You uncap the bottle of lube and squirt a sensible amount on to his entrance, massaging it in with a single finger. He sighs quietly and you smile.
“I haven’t even touched you yet. What’s with those pretty little noises?”
“I just- mmm.” He whines, unable to explain himself. You put a little pressure on his sphincter, a waiting groan wisping from his mouth
“Imagine what’ll happen when I actually put something in you.” You chuckle. “Think you’ll be able to handle it?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He nods. “I’ll be able to- ungh-!”
He isn’t really able to handle it. Your middle and ring finger push into him, slowly scissoring back and forth. As you massage his prostate, trying to loosen him up, a beautiful chorus of sighs fills the room.
“You’re such a slut, Jiminie.” You tease. “I’ve only got two fingers in you and you’re moaning like you’re about to cum.You sure you’ll even make it to my dick, hmm?”
“I’ll- ah!- I’ll make it~ Jus’ feels s’good.” He assures you. He’s not very convincing, and the steady stream of precum isn’t helping.
You rub your fingers against his prostate again and he lets out a high mewl, burying his face into the pillows. His walls are hungry for you, clenching around your digits and begging for more and more. You do really want to keep teasing him, but the precum dripping on to the floor and the way he’s balled his fists up and the relaxation of his hole tells you it’s time to put it in.
You pull back, planting a kiss on his hole as he moans in protest.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” You ask. “Be good and patient for a moment.”
You slip out of the mini-shorts you're wearing, stepping into and fastening the harness around your hips. You grab the bottle of lube again, massaging the silicone dildo until it’s so wet and slippery you can barely keep a grip on it.
The dildo’s big- eight and a half inches and about as thick as four fingers pinched together. It’d be too big for you, but Jimin wants what he wants and he can take it.
You line the toy up with his entrance and push the head in, watching as his legs start to shake in anticipation. You rest your hands on his ass, giving him a warning.
“I’m about to push in a little more. Ready?”
It’s not a proper response, but it works. You bottom out, your hips flush against his ass. The second he feels you push in like that he practically breaks, a loud moan escaping his lips. You slap one of your hands against his soft flesh, Jimin hissing at the sting.
“You sound so pretty for me.” You praise, slowly thrusting in and out. You watch as the dildo vanishes inside his ass, honey-sweet moans sinking into ears and filling your mind.
“Anything for you…” He groans, slamming his hips down into yours. He can feel the dildo in his stomach, the pressure of it rubbing against the couch driving him crazy. It’s hitting such a deep point on his body he feels like he can taste it in his throat. There’s a mantra repeating in his head- anything for her, anything for her, anything for her.
He’s completely fine with become your good little fucktoy. Each slap on his ass, each “good boy,” each stroke against his walls is a reminder of why he loves you, why he loves doing this. He loses himself in the fucking, the stretch of the toy stretching his mind to his limits.
You keep thrusting in and out, periodically slapping your hand against his ass. His reddening flesh is warm beneath your fingers, but Jimin doesn’t seem to care about the sting. Each slap makes him laugh a little bit- a laugh that’s siphoned off my a whine or a moan.
He’s clearly totally lost himself in the fucking. Drool is pooling under his cheek as his eyes flutter open and shut. His fists clench at nothing, desperate for a blanket or sheet to grip onto.
You slip your left hand into his, lacing your fingers together. He breaks through his fuzziness to kiss your fingers, moaning against your hand.
It doesn’t take long until he’s stopped moaning and is just feeling it, eyes rolled back in his head. He’s drooling again, back arched, shallow pants taking the place of the quiet breaths he was taking. His breath hitches in his throat and he coughs, the spasms causing the dildo to hit deeper inside him.
He starts bucking a little bit, clearly desperate to finish.
“You gonna cum, baby?” You ask him.
“Mm-mmhm,” He slurrs. “Wanna cum…W’na cum real bad. Ca-C-Can-”
“Can you cum?” You ask, filling in his sentence for him. He coughs, spit dripping down his pouty lips.
“Mhmm. Please… wanna cum s’bad,”
“You can cum whenever you want, okay?”
It still takes a bit for him to cum, but he’s clearly not doing well the whole time. Swollen, angry cock leaking precum all over the floor, drool absorbing into the couch and wetting his cheeks. He’s holding your hand so tightly he’s losing circulation in his fingers, and he just wants to cum. He’s so sensitive and it feels so good and he’s so happy to be yours and it just feels-
“Fuck!” He yells, finally reaching his climax. Hot, white cum practically pours from his cock. You panic and reach your hand under his dick, trying to catch the load. You don’t get all of it, it drops past your fingers and off your palm. But you’ve largely saved your floor. You silently wipe his cum all over the hot, red flesh of his ass before pulling out.
You take the strapon off and hold it in your offhand before leaning down over him.
“I’m gonna clean you up nice and good, okay, baby? You just wait right here.”
“Uh…huh…” He’s not even looking at you. He might be staring at you, but there is nothing behind those eyes. You walk into the bathroom and toss the soaked strapon into the tub. You can wash it tomorrow.
You grab a microfiber rag and soak it in warm water, wringing it out before coming back to the living room.
“Hey, Jimin.” You say, your quiet voice letting him know you’re back in the room.
“Hi…” He says softly, still not entirely here.
You silently clean the cum off his body, first gently cleaning off his cock and then his ass. You toss the rag into the trash before going to your room and grabbing him a clean pair of sweatpants and a shirt.
You walk back to the living room and help him redress himself. You kneel down and stroke the sweat-damp hair off his forehead, smiling gently at his tired face.
“You wanna go to bed?” You ask him.
“You wanna sleep out here? Or in bed?”
“Okay, baby. You think you can stand up for me?” He nods and slowly lifts himself up. He holds your hand like a little kid as he walks back into your room, silently crawling under the blankets. You turn the light off and get in next to him.
He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, snuggling close to you again. He kisses your shoulder before snuggling into it, almost as if he’s trying to hide from the world before he goes to bed.
“You were so good for me. You know that, right?:
“Thank you.” He whispers, and after a second says, “I love you.”
You smile, sleepiness leaking into your consciousness.
“I love you, too, sweetheart.” You say, petting the back of his head. You lie like that until you both finally fall asleep.
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hope you didn't hate this. I haven't written smut in a while so i'm a lil out of practice. (hopefully) see y'all tmr <3