genre: straight-up smut baybey, i did it y'all i wrote a pwp again
pairing: seokjin x reader
summary: you got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.
word count: 5k
contains: explicit sexual content~*~ say it with me: BRAT 👏 TAMER 👏 SEOKJIN 👏 established relationship, reader is uhhh 😬 Extremely bratty lmao, jin takes care of that, BDSM dynamics (mention of safewords and hand signals but neither are used!), reader gets spanked with a belt oop 🤭, fingering/a lil bit of eating it from the back, orgasm denial, big dick jin 😏, praise kink, mouth/throat fucking, a bit of breathplay, begging and apologizing, oh yeah she cries... like.... kind of a lot 🥲 there's a dacryphilia moment in there too (~*~add a little spice~*~), unprotected sex but they're in love it's fine, lots of subspace at the end, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, she comes.... idek how many times, and a smidge of aftercare 🫠 also i promise there's no food play, you'll get why the cake's there at the end ok lmao
A/N: a day late and a dollar short but hey that's my mental health rn 🫡 this was fun!!! always nice to dust off the ol' pwp muscles and frankly i've been itching to write proper BDSM for a bit now. sometimes you just wanna get the shit beat out of you lovingly and that's valid and sexy ya know. anyway feel free to silently skip this one if it's not for you!! and i know i'm gonna get a comment on it so 🙄 i used his korean age on purpose lmao 🙄 yes i can count and yes i know their system is changing~ ANYWAY i sincerely hope you enjoy babes and that you all had a lovely seokjin day 🥺 i loooove y'all !!! 💜
thank you to @haliiimede for beta reading and being my soulmate 🥺
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The slam of the front door tells you that your plan for today has worked perfectly.
Standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, you adjust a final strap on your bralette, then quickly scramble to pull your clothes back on. You attempt to keep your expression innocent as you slip down the hallway to greet your boyfriend.
Before you can even make it, you hear the unmistakable pop of a wine bottle being uncorked, and you enter the kitchen just in time to see Seokjin leaning up against the counter with a glass of white in hand. He doesn’t look particularly pleased to see you.
“Hi baby,” you say, sweet as can be. “Can I have a glass?”
A muscle works in his jaw as he looks you over, and the expression on his face already has a flame licking in the pit of your stomach.
“That's all you have to say?” he finally answers.
You blink up at him, feigning ignorance. Your heartbeat has started to race behind your ribs, sensing imminent danger— the good kind.
“I haven't heard from you all day today,” he tries again.
You shrug. “I was still sleeping when you left this morning, and then, I don't know. I was doing things. Does it matter?” If Seokjin wasn’t already pissed, you know your last question will get him. You turn away to busy yourself with retrieving a wine glass so he can’t see the smile you’re trying to bite back.
The tone of his voice makes you freeze, glass in hand. “I don't recall saying you could have any.”
Your lower lip juts out automatically, and you do your best to steady your breathing without making it apparent. Even your voice comes out a little shaky. “But we always share.”
The silence in the kitchen feels deafening, punctuated by the soft tap of Seokjin setting his glass on the counter. You mirror him, swallowing hard as he steps in to close the distance between you. It never gets any less exciting to have him tower over you, big and broad-shouldered, tall enough that you have to look up through your lashes to meet his gaze. A dull ache starts to pulse between your legs.
“Do you know what today is?”
You lick your lips and try to speak. “Sunday?”
It’s like you barely get the word out before he’s gripping your jaw with one large hand, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Anticipation buzzes through your body, all the way down to your toes, as he forces your chin up.
“Anything else?” His voice sounds like a warning.
Your mouth pulls into a grin beneath his grasp, one you can’t quite manage to keep innocent. “Oh, Seokjin, is it your birthday? I knew I was forgetting something. Oops.”
“Fucking brat.”
All at once Seokjin locks an arm around your hips, and you let out a shrill squeak as your feet leave the floor entirely when he outright slings you over his shoulder. This is, of course, exactly what you’d hoped for, but you struggle a little in his grip nonetheless. All part of the fun.
You’d left the bedroom door cracked on your way out to greet him, and he takes the opportunity to kick it back open. A shiver runs up your spine at the sight, and then you hit the bed hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs.
You push up onto your hands as you sit up, slightly dizzy.
“That hurt, Seokjin,” you whine, but you both know you don’t mean it. You have agreed-upon methods of telling him when he’s really hurting you in a way that doesn’t feel good: safewords, even hand signals for when you’re rendered non-verbal. Anything said that isn’t one of those is just you running your mouth on purpose, winding him up. Like now. “You’re being so dramatic.”
“And you’ve got a fucking attitude today,” he snaps. “Is this really how you want to do this? On my fucking birthday?”
You blink up at him with the same sweet smile. “What if I told you I got you a present?”
This seems to surprise him a little, and he pauses, like he doesn’t quite buy it. “A present, huh?”
“Mm-hmm.” You nod as you get to your feet. “Let me unwrap it for you.”
Taking your time with it, you peel off your sweatshirt and leggings to reveal the lingerie you pulled on as he was coming home. It’s a soft pink set with a floral design, thin straps, and romantic lace, and you happen to think it does wonders for your curves.
“What do you think?”
You can see the hungry gleam in Seokjin's eyes even as he scoffs, feigning disinterest. “Oh, this is my present? A disrespectful brat that I have to teach a lesson? I should rip this shit off.”
“Hey, this was expensive!” you snap, and he arches an eyebrow as if to give you a final chance to behave. It just makes you want to push him that much further.
You step closer, allowing a perfect line of sight to your tits that threaten to spill out of their confinements, and you soften your voice when you speak again. “What, you don’t forgive me, Seokjin?”
The corner of his mouth just barely ticks up. “You know the rules. Forgiveness is earned.”
He reaches a hand down to undo the buckle of his belt, and your nipples are suddenly painfully hard against the lace fabric. You can’t remember the last time he used his belt. Fuck, he’s really mad.
“Bend over.”
You huff a sigh as you drape yourself over the edge of the bed, and his hands are already on your ass. He makes a low noise of appreciation as his fingertips dig into your supple skin, pressing firm enough to make you wince. He's not being gentle, and you don’t want him to be.
Your eyes flutter closed in enjoyment of being manhandled like this, and you get so lost in it that it takes you a second to realize Seokjin has asked you a question. By then it’s already too late.
He gives a warning slap to your ass as he repeats himself. “I said, how old am I?”
You peek over your shoulder, wiggling your ass against the flat of his palm, only for him to smack you hard over your left cheek. You bite back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
“I don't know,” you lie, blinking up at him. “You’re so old now, it’s hard to remember.”
In one swift move, he yanks his belt out from around his waist, and you swallow hard as you watch him fold it over in his hands.
“Then why don’t you fucking count for me.”
The belt cracks down over your ass, and you flinch at the first real rush of pain. It takes you a second to regain focus, your brain still buzzing from the hit, and then his words come back to you.
“One.”
“So you are capable of listening, huh?”
Another hit, equally as hard on the other side, and you grit your teeth.
“Two.”
“Aw, where’d that smart mouth go? Not so chatty now?” Seokjin cracks the belt again, and you can barely get the word three out before four is being delivered just as harshly. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe. He's really hitting hard tonight.
“Four,” you gasp, and you hear Seokjin exhale a dark laugh above you.
“Better toughen up, sweetheart. We’ve got a long way to go.” Another hit in the same spot, this one enough to really sting.
“Five.”
“You know, since I'm so old.”
The next blow he delivers is so hard, the word comes out as a cry of pain. “Six!”
You flatten your pelvis down against the sheets, as if in an attempt to hide from the beating, but there’s nowhere to go. The extra pressure makes you feel how hard your clit has started to throb from your punishment. You bury your face in the crook of your elbow, your hips jerking reflexively as you moan through seven, eight, nine.
Every muscle in your body seizes taut as you prepare for ten, trying to encourage yourself to breathe through it, though all you can get out right now are shallow gasps for air. I can take this, you tell yourself, I can take this.
But it doesn’t come. You’re pulled so tight you think you might snap, and you manage to lift your head up from your arms to look back at Seokjin.
“There she is,” he says, and the soft tone of his voice in no way influences how hard he brings the belt down over your ass.
“Ten!” you groan, and the sharp bite of pain over your already raw skin nearly brings tears to your eyes. And he’s not even halfway done.
It’s all you can do now to remember what number you’re on, especially as Seokjin continues to allow torturously long pauses between his hits. He'll wait just long enough that your heartbeat starts to slow, teasing the thin length of the belt up the backs of your thighs, sometimes even with a laugh.
But it’s not relief: the waiting keeps every inch of you on edge, all wound up with anticipation of the next dose of pain, so tense you’re not sure you’re breathing.
You’ve hardly choked out fourteen when you flinch at a brush of contact, the warm touch of skin where you were expecting the crack of leather. Letting your forehead drop against the bed, you pant like you’ve just run a marathon as Seokjin's hand moves over your abused flesh, groping and massaging as he did before. You can’t tell if it’s been minutes or hours since then, but his touch is grounding, calming, even when his fingers sink into your fresh bruises with enough force to make you whimper.
You can feel the way the seam of your panties sticks to your center now, and you can only imagine that they must be entirely soaked through, your slickness already starting to paint the crux of your thighs. With a soft whine of need, you spread your legs a little wider in search of anything but more pain.
“What do you think?” Seokjin's voice is dark when he speaks, thick with lust. The thought of him straining hard against his pants has you practically drooling on the mattress. You want nothing more than that cock stretching you open right now. “Starting to learn your lesson?”
As much as the rational part of you appreciates the check-in, you can’t ignore the new rush of rebellion that surges up at the question. What, does he think you need him to go easy? Does he think you’re not tough enough, that you can’t take everything he’s willing to give you?
You push up to look over your shoulder at him again, your jaw set firm. “No.”
Anger flashes over his face, but he can’t quite hide his smile. “Then I guess I can stop holding back.”
Shit, he was—? You don’t get the opportunity to finish that thought before the loop of his belt is whizzing through the air, and the impact it makes against your ass hits so hard, you momentarily see stars. “Fuck!”
“That's not a fucking number.”
“Fifteen,” you gasp, dropping limp against the bed like a ragdoll, breathless with relief that you didn’t lose track. “Fifteen.”
“The brat can count,” Seokjin remarks, and then he delivers sixteen just as hard and your whole body spasms from the pain as you choke out the number. “If only you knew how old I was, you might have some idea of how much longer I have to beat your ass.”
Your eyes are really starting to well up now, but you force yourself to keep breathing, to focus on his words. It might be coded to fit the scene, but it’s a clear reminder nonetheless: you’re more than halfway. You can do this.
By twenty, the tears have started to spill down your face, but Seokjin knows you well enough to know the scene doesn’t stop unless you call a safeword. He trusts you to know your own limits, and you do. But fuck, he can really test them sometimes. You’re dying for him to touch you, fuck you, do anything but keep fucking beating you. It’s taking everything in you to keep going, your feet kicking helplessly each time he brings the belt down over your tender backside. He hasn’t lightened the weight of his hits up even in the slightest. If anything, they’re only getting worse.
“Twenty-one,” you breathe. You only have ten hits left, and you’ve already gotten through ten hits twice now. You can do this.
“Twenty-two.” You tell yourself not to fight it.
“Twenty-three.” Just give into the pain.
“Twenty-four.” Submit.
Your shoulders heave with sobs as the twenty-fifth strike finally, finally breaks your last resolve. You press your face into the mattress; you’re crying so hard you can scarcely breathe. Even though your body keeps flinching with the reflexive animal reaction to try and get away from the pain, your mind has fully accepted your punishment, all the fight gone out of you.
It’s like someone else is counting for you now, so much so that you don’t even realize what number Seokjin is on until the words leave your mouth.
“Thirty-one.”
You hear the jingle and thud of the belt hitting the floor, and then his gentle hands are encouraging your legs to spread apart. The brush of his fingers over your aching core is sweet, overwhelming relief from the pain still coursing through your system. You’d think it’d be enough to make you cry, if you weren’t already.
“Good girl,” he says softly, and that small praise alone has you floating straight up to the ceiling.
His hands move quickly to pull your panties down and off, and you work to get your breathing back under control, letting your sobs dissolve into sniffling gulps. You whimper when his palms slip under your hips, encouraging you up onto your knees. Your body shivers all over as you try to hold yourself up, to be good, and then you feel Seokjin slip two fingers into your drenched center.
“Oh my god,” you groan as he starts to rub diligently at the ridges of your front wall, his free hand gripping your ass to spread you open. His touch in both places at once, pressing down on fresh swollen bruises and curling up into the sweetest part of you, it’s so good. It reminds you why you willingly give yourself over to this man, the one you love so much, the only one who can make you feel like this. You’re so turned on from the mix of pleasure and pain, you might be close to blacking out.
The bed creaks as he shifts a little, and then he replaces his fingers with his mouth, and you keen. You bury your sounds in the crook of your elbow as his tongue plunges into you, and he snakes a hand between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. Your mind is reeling; you can barely manage to speak.
“S-Seokjin,” you gasp. “You’re g-gonna, ngh, gonna make me—”
He pulls off just enough to mutter, “You better fucking ask first.”
You swear he ups the intensity on purpose when his mouth returns to your pussy, as if to drag you that much closer to the edge. His thumb is working so perfectly at your clit, you can feel your thighs starting to shake as you writhe back against him. “Can I— can I please come, Seokjin? Pleaseplease, please?”
“No.”
His voice is firm, unbothered, and paired with the painful loss of his touch all at once. A strangled sob of frustration escapes you as you collapse against the bed, exhausted from holding yourself up and from your denied release.
“Not yet,” Seokjin continues. “Not until you’ve learned to be a little more obedient.”
His strong hand closes over your bicep, and he easily flips you over onto your back, causing you to hiss at the graze of your sore flesh against the sheets. Your lower lip trembles, your eyes threatening tears as you stare up at him, but you stay quiet.
“Be a good girl,” Seokjin says, dragging one finger up the column of your throat. You willingly tip your head back for him as a shiver rolls through you. “Let me fuck this smart mouth, then I’ll make you come as many times as you can handle. Okay?”
When you nod softly, he hauls you up to your feet. “Get on your knees.”
You do as he says, sitting back on your heels and watching as he works his pants and boxers down to free his cock. He’s thick and long, flushed dark and dripping hard. Big enough that you go slightly cross-eyed trying to take him in. Your cunt clenches desperately at his size, at how badly you need all of him inside you, bottoming out into you again and again.
But even moreso, you want to be good.
“Mouth open,” Seokjin instructs, and you comply, letting your tongue loll out for him as he tangles a hand in your hair.
He guides himself between your lips, and your eyes roll back at the weight of him on your tongue, the feeling of your jaw stretching open to fit him. He’s so fucking big, it’s uncomfortable, but you do your best to breathe around him and give into it.
Trying to hold still, hands placed sweetly on your thighs because you know he likes it that way, you blink up at Seokjin as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You can taste the salt of his precum as his length drags along your tongue, and you fight back the urge to gag when the tip of his cock nudges into the back wall of your throat. He groans softly as he rubs himself there, his grip on your hair tightening until the pain stings your scalp. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep yourself from choking.
“Fuck,” he hisses when he pulls out, saliva stringing in thick strands from your mouth to the head of his cock. He squeezes at the base of it, eyes glazed dark with lust, and you take in as much air as you can, the cool rush painful where your throat is sore from the stretch of him.
You sit up taller as if to ask for more.
Seokjin’s gaze meets yours as the hand on his cock guides it back toward you, but he doesn’t slip back into your mouth. His eyes are fixated hungrily on your face as he drags the head of his dick down over your bottom lip, teasing it around your mouth and along your cheeks, clearly enjoying that he can do whatever he wants with you.
Your pulse drums loudly in your ears as you sit there, mouth open, and take it. The whole lower half of your face must be slick with spit and precum now, given how easily he glides across your skin, and then you’re hit with the heavy thud of him smacking his cock once, twice, three times against your flat, willing tongue.
“Are you done being a brat now?” he prompts, and you can feel drool spilling down your chin as you nod, his cock still weighing heavy on your outstretched tongue. He slips it in a little further, just past the ring of your lips.
“Gonna be a good girl for me?”
A soft whine escapes around his girth filling your mouth. You nod again, desperate, and then he hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you gag noisily. Your body shudders beneath him, and you try to keep it together.
“Learned your fucking lesson?”
Tears start to sting at the corners of your eyes as he keeps sliding himself into your mouth, the head of his cock dipping down into the tight clutch of your throat, as far as he can go until your nose is flush with his abdomen. You can’t make another sound, your mouth crammed too full, but you do your best to nod even as you lose the ability to keep breathing.
Seokjin’s thumb brushes over the bulge in your throat, and you know what he wants. Tears slip down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow around him, and he rewards you with an unabashed moan that lights up everything inside you.
“That’s it. You look so good when you cry on my cock,” he rasps, his hand closing over your throat as you swallow again.
You can feel yourself starting to get light headed from lack of oxygen as more tears stream down your face, but the praise spurs you on. You want it too much, it makes you eager to please at any cost, despite the dizzying surge of adrenaline, despite the way your throat is spasming painfully now. You’ll pass out with his cock down your throat, if that’s what it takes.
He pulls out all at once, and the rush of air you heave in is like broken glass against your raw throat. You fall forward, your palms just barely catching you from landing directly onto your face, and you can’t do anything for a moment but breathe in ragged, shaky gasps. Tears are still welling up in your eyes, dripping down onto the carpet beneath you.
Your world tilts as Seokjin easily scoops you up in his arms just to drop you onto the bed, flat on your back. There’s still the dull ache of the bruises he beat into your ass, but it’s like someone’s turned the volume down on it. All your physical sensations seem distant, like they’re happening to someone else, even the dull ache thudding between your legs, a desperate desire to come that was only made worse by being used as your boyfriend’s fucktoy.
Your eyes flutter closed as his hands slip up your body to undo your lacy bralette and peel it off of you, and you don’t fight it.
“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Seokjin's voice pulls you back from the edge, and you fight to open your eyes again. He's hovering over you, fully stripped now, his brow creased slightly with concern. “Stay with me a little bit longer, okay?” His tone is still serious, and you sniff softly as you nod.
He slips a palm encouragingly under your thigh and you do the rest, so out of body that it’s like you weigh nothing at all as you pull your knees up to effectively bend yourself in half for him. He practically growls at the sight of you spread for him so willingly, presenting a cunt swollen with need, painted glossy with arousal.
You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he kneels up on the bed, and then his thick cock is grinding over you, dragged right up your center. The feeling of finally being touched where you need it most has you exhaling a moan of relief.
“Is this what you want?” Seokjin's breath is hot on your neck and chased by the scrape of his teeth, earning another noise of pleasure from you. Your clit throbs as he rolls the head of his dick over it, up and down, slow teasing.
“Yes,” you manage to gasp. Your voice comes out a little broken from your scraped-up throat. “Yes, please. Please fuck me, please, want it so bad.”
“Which do you want more?”
You’re so gone, choking on whimpers and whines, that his hand closes over your throat to make you focus on the rest of his question. The look on his face is so dark, it sends a shiver down your spine.
“My dick, or my forgiveness?”
Tears spring to your eyes immediately as an overwhelming wave of emotions floods through you. There isn’t a doubt in your mind what your answer is, you don’t even have to pause to consider it. As badly as you want, need him to fuck you, the thought of Seokjin discarding you when he’s finished, still upset, not kissing every inch of your skin, not praising you for being so good… you can’t bear it.
“Your forgiveness,” you sob, doing your best to keep breathing despite his hand around your throat. “Please, please, please forgive me. I'm so sorry. I just wanna be good, wanna be good for you, I don't need anything else.”
You can see his face soften even through the tears that blur your vision. “There she is,” he murmurs, and then he tips his head down to brush his lips over yours. The warm touch of his mouth is all the reward you could ever ask for, and he sucks sweetly on your bottom lip before pulling back.
“Good answer, babygirl.”
Before you can even process what’s happening, he’s fucking the whole of his thick cock into you, and you can only keen as he stretches you wide enough to fit all of him. Your walls are immediately trembling tight to him from how edged close you’ve been all night.
“Thank you,” you moan, your head dropping back against the pillow. A gasp rips through you as he bottoms out, your spine arching when the crown of his cock presses firmly on your cervix. “Thank you, oh fuck.”
“Yeah,” Seokjin purrs, his mouth against your collarbone. You think he might be sucking a mark into your skin, but it’s already getting hard to tell what’s happening. “You always take it so well after I beat the brat out of you. Let go now, baby. You’ve earned it.”
You’re grateful for the permission, because you’re not sure you could stay tethered any longer if you tried. Not when he’s splitting you open, thrusting hard and deep because he knows you can take it, with a cock fat enough to light up every sweet spot in you at once. Your eyes roll back as you start to float, so out of it that you barely even notice a faint buzzing sound until you realize Seokjin is pressing your vibrator down against your swollen, aching clit.
Fuck, when did he even grab it off the nightstand?
You’re vaguely aware of someone moaning, but it doesn’t even feel like you. You’ve given up entirely to it now, a sweet surrender to this all-encompassing pleasure. It’s so good, too good, it slips you out of your mind and body alike, like he’s fucking your brain right out of your skull.
“That’s it, come on my cock,” Seokjin groans, and fuck, you are, you’re coming hard enough to drench his cock with every pulse of your needy cunt. “Such a good girl.”
He doesn't even pull the toy off to give you a moment of recovery, just keeps it nestled between your folds as he pounds into you. Your hips shudder violently as you coast out of your first climax and straight into another one.
It all starts to blur together now, wave after wave of orgasm washing over you until you’re drowning in it. You come and come and come until it feels like you’re melting into the bed, pinned through by this massive cock and the endless mind-numbing buzz on your clit. You can distantly tell that you’ve soaked a wet spot into the sheets beneath you, that your thighs and even the muscles of your ass are shaking from overstimulation.
“S-S-Seokjin.” It takes you three tries to get his name out, and you’re still not really sure if you said it until the toy switches off. The humming sensation is still reverberating through your body even in the absence of it, enough to make you tremble all over as he picks up the pace.
“Gonna fucking— fill you up,” Seokjin grunts, voice thick with effort, and then his cock twitches at the very back of you, buried deep as it can go, pulsing heavy as he paints you with rope after rope of his release.
You’re still not here, not really, not when he pulls out with a heavy sigh, when the cum starts to drool down your legs, when he drops onto the mattress beside you and pulls you into him. It comes back to you in pieces: you’re shivering all over, breathing hard, your face is wet— fuck, when were you crying?
It takes you several moments to realize Seokjin is murmuring in your ear, that his fingers are carding through your hair, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Just breathe, baby. Did so well, it’s over now. You’re safe.”
As the post-scene comedown settles into your bones, you bury your face into his shoulder, trying to breathe through the myriad of emotions and chemicals flooding your system. He pulls the blanket up over your chest, and the warmth of it and his body help to gently bring you down from the high.
You don’t know how long you lay like that until you finally manage to squeak out a question. “Y-you’re not really mad, right?”
Seokjin laughs gently as he presses a kiss to your hairline. “No, baby. I know you didn’t really forget. The birthday cake in the fridge kinda gave it away.”
The words take a second to hit you, and then a dazed giggle bubbles up in your chest. It’s like you’re floating as you start to laugh, your face still pressed into Seokjin’s skin, and you can feel the rumble of him laughing too. It didn’t even occur to you that he would’ve seen the fucking cake when he grabbed himself a bottle of wine.
“Oh,” is all you can think to say, and you keep giggling as his lips move over the line of your jaw, trailing kisses.
“You’re cute when you’re trying to get punished,” he says softly. “It's part of why I love you. You’re my perfect little brat. And this was the perfect gift, seriously.”
A warm glow blooms in your chest at the praise, and you sigh happily as you curl up against his side. “Can we eat cake in bed?”
Seokjin leans down to brush his mouth over yours, sweetly adoring. “Anything you want.”
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Namjoon woke up to shuffling and mumbling behind him . Confused, he rolled over to see you watching Spongebob on tv.
“Spon’bob Daddy...” you whispered putting your fingers in his mouth.
“Someone’s feeling small today.” He thought to himself.
“Uh uh, bubba. Fingers don’t belong in your mouth.” Namjoon tugged on them gently, pulling them out of your mouth.
You pouted looking at your fingers, then at him before putting them back in your mouth.
“Y/N,” he said firmly, “fingers do not belong in our mouth. Our hands sometimes have germs, okay?”
You stared blankly at him, tilting your head to the side- hair following your actions.
“Otay” you stated simply before laying on your stomach.
You watched Spongebob for about another hour before you got bored of it. Suddenly you got up and laid on top of Namjoon, looking at him with a bored expression.
“Hi, baby” he said, rubbing his hand along your back.
You continued to stare at him before bringing your arm up and poking his cheek. Namjoon smiled softly at your action earning a gasp from you.
“Daddy… why have dent in your cheeks?”
Namjoon’s face broke out into a wide smile, turning red while cackling at your question.
“The dents in my cheeks are called dimples, baby. Do you like them?”
-> IMPORTANT WARNINGS: this is a ddlg/ddlb themed fic. if it makes you uncomfortable, you are not obligated to read it.
-> author’s note - More little reader x namjoon coming very soon! Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!
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Namjoon woke up to shuffling and mumbling behind him . Confused, he rolled over to see you watching Spongebob on tv.
“Spon’bob Daddy...” you whispered putting your fingers in his mouth.
“Someone’s feeling small today.” He thought to himself.
“Uh uh, bubba. Fingers don’t belong in your mouth.” Namjoon tugged on them gently, pulling them out of your mouth.
You pouted looking at your fingers, then at him before putting them back in your mouth.
“Y/N,” he said firmly, “fingers do not belong in our mouth. Our hands sometimes have germs, okay?”
You stared blankly at him, tilting your head to the side- hair following your actions.
“Otay” you stated simply before laying on your stomach.
You watched Spongebob for about another hour before you got bored of it. Suddenly you got up and laid on top of Namjoon, looking at him with a bored expression.
“Hi, baby” he said, rubbing his hand along your back.
You continued to stare at him before bringing your arm up and poking his cheek. Namjoon smiled softly at your action earning a gasp from you.
“Daddy… why have dent in your cheeks?”
Namjoon’s face broke out into a wide smile, turning red while cackling at your question.
“The dents in my cheeks are called dimples, baby. Do you like them?”
maybe joon helping oc study for a test. or it being oc’s birthday soon and joonie tries to make it special!
Classes and Naps:
rated 18+
warnings: sfw daddy Namjoon, little space, very unedited
hope you like it bby!! <3
For Joon, it was just another weekend of writing in his home office. The store was being run by Yoongi today so he’s at home. Trying to finish another hundred pages for the publisher’s office to review by Monday. Classical music plays softly in the background while he stares at the screen. It was overall a pretty calm day.
Your day on the other hand, was not so calm. It started out by waking up alone because Namjoon had gotten up before the sun to begin writing. This already made you a little cranky because he’s almost always there to wake you up with kisses and cuddles. Once you had gotten over the aftershock of waking up without him, you went to say good morning. Except, his office door was locked and his music was too loud to hear your knocking. This made you more upset than anything seeing as Joon is usually very intentional when it comes to your day to day relationship.
You decided to brush it off and try to get yourself together for the day. You didn’t have work, but you had to study for an upcoming test and have class. Seeing as classes were online now, you’d had an especially hard time with studying. You usually never slip in public but now being home all the time, it’s almost a daily occurrence.
After washing up and grabbing something small to eat you walk over to your desk and set up all your study supplies: laptop, iPad and stylist, text books and of course headphones.
You open your textbook to the chapter your test is on and start rewriting notes and reviewing the study guide on your laptop. Making sure all your notes are color coded and organized, you breeze through the first chapter in an hour. Throughout the second chapter you begin to feel sleepy, which in turn, makes you a bit irritable. You can feel yourself slipping but you try your best to stay in a big headspace so you can finish this chapter. Maybe you can take a nap after.
Two lofi playlists and many sighs later, you finally finish the second chapter of review. At this point Namjoon had finally emerged from his office to grab something to eat for lunch. You get up from your desk and start to make your way to the bedroom for a quick nap between studying.
“Baby, come get something to eat,” you hear Joon say as you pass the kitchen.
“No thanks,” you knew you were a bit short. But to be fair, you’re tired and just wanna lay down.
“Baby you have barely eaten today. Come eat.”
“I said, no thanks. I’m gonna go take a short nap,” you try to walk by him but he softly grabs your wrist to pull you back.
“Princess, it wasn’t a question. You need to eat something and then you can nap,” you could tell he wasn’t playing around. But neither were you. Why couldn’t you just sleep?
“I’m not hungry Joon. Just let me sleep,” you pull your arm away and quickly make your way to the bedroom. Not forgetting to pull the door shut behind you, but not slamming it of course. You may be a brat, but you’re not crazy.
Joon stays in the kitchen for a moment, debating on what he should do. On one hand, you’ve barely been eating lately due to stress. But on the other hand, you seemed pretty tired and cranky. He decides to bring you some fruit and make another attempt at getting you to eat.
He slowly opens the bedroom door to see you in his sweatshirt, curled up and knocked out. You looked too cute to be woken up, so be decided to leave it be. You can eat it when you wake up.
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Two hours later you open your eyes and luckily the sun is still out. You were a bit worried you’d slept too long, seeing as you didn’t set an alarm. Attempting to get up, you are pulled back into a large chest belonging to your lovely boyfriend. You turn your head and see he’s still asleep. After seeing you curled up like that, Joon decided a nap wouldn’t hurt him either. He starts to wake up due to your sudden movements.
“Good morning Princess,” he says while yawning.
He looks so cute, but the minute he said good morning made you remember how your morning actually went. This sent you spiraling into a bad mood once again. You pout and turn back around trying to get out of his hold.
“Woah woah woah, What’s with the attitude baby?”
“It was not a good morning,” you say as you continue wiggling around in a sad attempt to get out of his arms.
“Why not angel? Did something happen?”
You turn back and roll your eyes, “Even if it did, you wouldn’t have known because you weren’t here.”
Namjoon looks perplexed as you rarely become this bratty with him. He thought the slight crankiness earlier would be fixed by a nap. Clearly he was wrong.
“Baby, you know I was working on my book for the publisher’s office,” he frowns at you. Why were you so upset he was in his office?
“I know.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you sigh and finally get up. You walk out of the room, back to your desk and try to start studying again. Except this time, you feel kind of bad about being so short with Joon. There’s a lot of feelings swirling around in your body and it’s becoming hard to handle. So naturally, you drop into little space.
Namjoon comes out of the bedroom to see you at your desk. He knows you have a class in about half an hour so he assumes you’re prepping for it. That is, until he gets closer and sees you’re actually coloring. All of your studying supplies have been put on the floor and you sit there peacefully coloring. This would have been a great thing, if it wasn’t for your class coming up. Joon knows how important attendance is, especially since your upcoming test is in this class and today is a review day.
“Hey Princess,” Joon slowly approaches. He knows bringing you back to big space is a hard task. Especially seeing as you dropped so quickly.
You turn around and smile, “Daddy!!” You reach up in a sign for him to carry you. Instead he just holds your hands. As much as he wants to hold you, he knows it’ll make his task harder.
“Whatcha coloring baby?”
“Flowers!”
“Oh wow. You’re doing great! Daddy has a question though.”
You nod your head, signaling him to continue.
“Do you think you could be big for me? Just for a bit? Your class starts soon and it’s very important…” he looks at your eyes trying to read your reaction. This could go three ways. One, you burst out into tears because you think he wants you to be big all the time. Two, you say no and continue coloring. Or three, you say yes and do your class. He’s hoping for three.
“Mmmm baby doesn’t wanna be big,” you look deep in thought, “but if daddy says important, maybe…”
You look hesitant. Clearly it isn’t gonna be easy for you to just get out of this headspace. Joon looks at the clock. Ten minutes before your class starts. He sighs and makes a split decision in his head.
He puts your study supplies back on the desk and motions for you to stand up. He takes your place in the chair and pulls you into his lap.
“Baby, I need you to log into your class. Today is important, so we are gonna do it together.”
You slowly type in your credentials to your school account. Namjoon clicks the link and turns the camera off. Even though he hasn’t been in college for a few years, he is a good note taker due to his current career. Science isn’t his expertise, but he tries his best. His diagrams are messy, but you seem to be taking in some things. You giggle at some of his graphs and fix a few things here and there. He’s relieved that at least you are content in his lap and not throwing a tantrum over this.
After what feels like forever, the class is finally over and Joon is closing your laptop. Suddenly your stomach growls and he remembers that you haven’t eaten since this morning.
“Guess it’s time to eat that fruit huh?” he says as he kisses the top of your head. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck.
Safe to say, the day is ending better than it started.
I had one little!reader x namjoon fic in progress, but as I was writing that one, I kept getting different ideas so now I have three (C_C)... happy to announce that they’re looking very good so far :)
When Namjoon woke, he wasn’t met with the sun shining through the curtains. He wasn’t met with your arms lightly draped around his stomach. Instead, he was met with a grey sky and a cold spot beside him.
A small sigh escaped his lips as he accepted the gloomy morning. He rolled over to check the time reading 7:33 AM and seeing a text message from you.
Y/N 🌷 [6:18 AM]: Out for a run. I’ll be back in an hour or so. I love you.
He sent back a quick “I love you too” and put his phone back in its spot. He rolled back over on his back and stared at the ceiling. Something felt off. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it made him undeniably sad. It felt as if there was a cloud filled with rain that wouldn’t pour. Before putting any more thought into the heavy cloud over his head, he decided to get his day started.
First, he decided to make up your shared bed hoping it would put his mind at ease. And as fate would have it, it did nothing of the sort. Next he turned on the TV to his favorite show. Only after minutes it brought him nothing but anger as he quickly rushed to turn the TV off.
“Breakfast” he thought. “I can make her breakfast!”
Walking to the kitchen, he grabbed the needed materials and prepared to make your favorite. Sheepherder’s Breakfast. As he began to mix up the ingredients, he went to the fridge to grab some water when he felt that something was wrong.
Something doesn’t smell right.
He stood in front of the fridge and realized that he didn’t spray the pan and the food was now burning.
“Dammit” he murmured under his breath.
Suddenly, his head popped up at the sound of the front door unlocking.
Shit, shit, shit, shit-
“Namjoon,” you started “they didn’t have the yellow ones so I hope or- what’s that smell?” Uh oh. All he wanted to do was make you a nice breakfast, but he managed to mess that up.
You made your way towards the kitchen and was met by the sight of a sad, conflicted looking Namjoon. You dropped the bags in your hand and rushed to Namjoon cupping his face in your hands. You looked at his face to see tears in his eyes.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” You frowned.
“‘M sorry, mommy… wanted to make you something nice… mind blurry...” He whispered, avoiding your worried gaze.
“Oh Namjoon… did you do this for me?” He nodded slowly. “Were you trying to get rid of the grey feeling?”
“Yes, but everything went wrong. I was trying to do something nice for you, but I ruined it” he cried.
“Namjoon, look at me. Mommy appreciate your efforts, baby. How about we throw out the burnt food, make some more, and watch some tv while having some snuggle time. How does that sound?” You said gently.
I didn't anticipate how the plot was gonna turn like that as I never read tags bc they sell out the plot. I enjoyed this plot however.
This was too sweet. I love the twist of Joon entering sub space. I never thought of describing anything like a grey cloud unwilling to burst. That makes so much sense. It's a nice turn on "on the tip of your tongue" . I love when writers recreate old sayings, its refreshing.
I gave it 3 stars because it wasn't long enough. It had so much potential to draw it out longer for the unsuspecting reader to gather more tid bits of info to figure out what feeling Joon couldn't name. I wanted it to be more of a "do-it-youself" imagine. Professionals leave the reader with clues to figure out what the character is doing, you were well on your way to pro level or a fair attempt at pro level had you continued.
However, it was good content wise,making for a light read at night or mid-day with lunch.
Tip: have more confidence in your writing style and allow yourself to find your flare.
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