warnings: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, sir kink
(a/n: i’ve put a read more! whether or not it works is another matter lmao. if you have a request, message me!)
Kim Seokjin
When Jin first suggested it, you scoffed.
“Don’t be ridiculous baby, I’ll break your neck.”
Jin raised an eyebrow. He walked toward you slowly, where you were putting dishes away in the kitchen.
“It’d be so hot though,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck. You tried to pull away self-consciously, unsure but undeniably turned on by the idea.
“No way. It’ll never work.”
He chuckled against your skin, arm curling around your waist to stop your fidgeting. “We’ll see.”
That night, Jin had your pussy hovering over his willing and waiting mouth, tongue slipping out to tease your clit and compel you to sit down further.
Min Yoongi
“If you want more, you’re gonna have to grind.”
You whined in embarrassment, hovering over Yoongi’s face. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“My precious slut could never,” he cooed. His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and possibly something else, which shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. “Now listen—I’m gonna stick my tongue out, and you’re gonna ride my face until you cum. If you cum like a good girl, I’ll fuck your pretty pussy until you cum again. Okay?”
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he praised, stroking your thigh. “Now get down here and grind.”
Jung Hoseok
Hoseok pulled away with a groan, grinning wolfishly. “And you didn’t want to do this.”
You whined and clenched, desperate for him to continue but too self-conscious to press down. Hoseok mouthed teasingly at your pussy lips, avoiding your clit. “You thought you wouldn’t like it.”
“I was nervous,” you panted, trying to wiggle your hips enticingly. He laughed and held you tighter, keeping you in place.
“All that worrying for nothing,” he murmured. “Now look at you—so fucked out and desperate, dripping right into my mouth. Do you wanna cum like this?”
You blushed and nodded, watching his eyes darken in hungry delight before he pressed forward, sucking your clit back into his mouth.
Kim Namjoon
Namjoon laid down on the bed, biting his lip. “Come here, princess.”
You obeyed on unsteady feet, pussy already throbbing. He’d been teasing you all day, finger trailing playfully up and down your panty-clad pussy while watching Netflix in the living room. When your roommate finally left for her night class, you jumped at the opportunity to finally fuck Namjoon into the mattress.
You crawled onto the bed, but he patted the pillow next to his head. “Higher.” You complied nervously, near his chest. “Higher.”
You realized what he was implying and blushed, looking away. “I don’t know—,”
“Wouldn’t it be hot?” he asked, voice pleading. “Come sit on my face and let Daddy make you feel good.”
Park Jimin
Jimin pulled out of you, leaving your pussy clenching achingly around nothing.
“Baby,” you whined, reaching down to press him back into you, before he flipped on his back and pulled you closer.
“I won’t last,” he admitted, face flushed and panting. “Sit on my face.”
You gasped at his crude demand. “But I could hurt you.”
“I won’t let that happen,” he promised. He helped you sit upright, maneuvering you into position, bracing yourself on the bed above him. “Don’t you trust me?”
He trailed kisses across your thigh, and your pussy was already so hot and needy because of his previous fucking. You nodded and he grinned, pressing kisses closer and closer to where you needed him most.
Kim Taehyung
“(Y/N),” Taehyung said. “I want you to sit on my face.”
You choked on your drink. “No, oh, my God! I’d hurt you!”
“No, you wouldn’t,” he whined. “I’ll tap your thigh three times if I need you to stop, I promise.”
You looked away, face flaming. “Can’t we just . . . do that the normal way?”
He sat next to you on the couch, hand coming up to tilt your chin in his direction. His eyes were hot but his touch was devastatingly gentle. “We can, if that makes you more comfortable. But I really want you to ride my face until you’re shaking and crying and cumming so hard you can’t stand it.”
Jeon Jungkook
“Are you sure about this?” you asked, balanced precariously above him.
“Sit down,” Jungkook commanded. His hot breath fanned across your pussy and you shuddered, grip tightening on the headboard.
“You’ll tell me if you need to stop?”
Jungkook’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips, eyes glinting in anticipation. You knew he wanted to take control—wrap his arms around your thighs and drag you down against his mouth until you were sobbing—but was waiting until you were comfortable. “Of course, jagi.”
You nodded and took a deep breath, lowering yourself slowly. You moaned when his tongue finally lashed out, catching the wetness dripping out of your slit.
Bonus: Mistress
(a/n: i wrote these and realized they’re all subby—sorry for my own personal bias! if you’re a dom, here’s one with a member of your choosing.)
You lifted up, stroking Member’s hair as he panted for breath. “You okay, baby?”
He nodded and tried to lean up again, but your grip tightened until he whined. “Wanna make you cum, Mistress, please—please.”
“What a good boy,” you cooed, running your thumb across his swollen mouth. He sucked it between his lips, swirling his tongue around it enticingly. You pulled away and went back to tugging his hair. “Always so eager to make Mistress happy. But are you okay?”
“Yes,” he panted. “Please let me make you cum, Mistress.”
Your pussy clenched at his fucked-out voice. He was such a pretty little boy—mouth swollen and red, eyes glassy and so, so desperate to please you.
“Okay, I’m gonna sit back down,” you told him. “If you make me cum, I’ll reward you.”
He whined and struggled against your grip on his hair. You let go and grabbed the headboard while he dived back in, tongue immediately finding and laving against your clit.
(a/n: each member is different! as always, there is a read more in place! sorry i keep making jungkook kinky af i can’t help it lmao).
edit: LMAO I DEF POSTED THIS ON ACCIDENT. i got a lot of new notifications and was like, “shit man what popular ass blog reblogged one of my posts- OH WAIT!” lmaooooo. usually i like to add more gifs between reactions what whatever. still enjoy!
Kim Seokjin
You heard the door click shut, indicating that Jin had finally returned. After blindfolding you and commanding you to stay on the bed, he’d walked out of the room like he’d never been there to begin with. Now that he was here, you couldn’t stop a tremble from going down your spine.
“Jin?” you asked. You were on your back like he’d asked, tugging anxiously at the bedding. He hummed, but didn’t reply.
You felt the mattress shift as he climbed onto it. Slowly, he leaned down until his breath fanned across your face—and then he kissed you, hot and sure as you blindly followed his lead.
He trailed his mouth down your neck, the softness of his lips a sharp contrast to the biting pinch of his teeth as he tugged your skin between them. He sucked harshly before pulling away with a flick of his tongue. He blew on the mark lightly, the sudden cold making you shudder.
But as soon as he stopped, he moved lower. One hand came up, burying in your hair to tilt your head to the side, giving him more access. You knew you were in for a long night.
Min Yoongi
Ice clinked against glass as Yoongi pulled another cube out of his cup. Before you could take a breath, he pressed the cube against your nipple.
A ragged gasp, followed by a groan. The ice didn’t let up. Instead, Yoongi swirled it around and around the small bud, until it was almost numb to the feeling. Then he moved it to the next nipple.
Water dripped onto the bed, but he didn’t care. He watched your face crease in something almost like pleasure, and brought his hand down to your pussy. His finger was ice cold as he trailed it up and down your labia, pausing to tease your entrance.
“Cold?” he asked, mockingly. Asshole. Of course it’s cold, you wanted to say—but knew it would get you nothing but punished. Not an unpleasant thing, to be sure, but you really weren’t sure how much ice play your body could take before you burst into icy-hot flames.
“But you’re so warm,” he said, sliding his finger deeper. It brushed against your clit, and you jerked. “I should cool you down, right?”
The glass clinked again, and your cunt clenched in fear and anticipation.
Jung Hoseok
The feather brushed against your back, making you suck in a deep breath and shudder.
From behind you, Hoseok let out a ghostly chuckle and asked, “Sensitive?” He did it again, except this time you also felt the hot press of his mouth against the nape of your neck. “Ticklish?”
You whined from behind your gag. Your body was strung tight, arms held high above your head while you teetered on your tiptoes for balance. You felt open and vulnerable—naked in the middle of the room. Hoseok was an intimidating force behind you, all at once playful and dominant and torturously, torturously sensual. The teasing heat of his body standing a mere inch away was affecting you more than the physical brush of his skin would have, if he were actually touching you.
“If you’re sensitive now, I almost feel bad for what’s to come.” He ran the feather down your side, across the soft swell your lower stomach, teasing the sensitive skin around your hips. You jerked and tried to laugh, but it was all caught behind the gag. The next thing you felt was Hoseok’s teeth catch your earlobe. “Almost.”
Kim Namjoon
The hot drip of the wax landed precariously near your nipple, making you arch and gasp.
“Stay still,” Namjoon commanded, voice hard. “I’ll punish you if you don’t.”
This was Namjoon’s favorite type of torture—knowing how much you loved being tied down, but forcing you to stay tense in one position without the relief of being restrained. Your arms were spread straight out, fingers digging into the bedding.
Another drip. The sting was quick, but it faded just as fast. It was a strange type of pleasure, but one you were finding quickly addicting. Namjoon held the candle over you with intrigue, examining your every flinch and breath.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir,” you breathed, and he smiled at your quick response. The candle dipped, and a small splatter landed directly on your nipple.
A deep moan. It was hotter than the hardest pinch, but already the pain cooled until nothing but tingly pain-pleasure remained. Arousal pooled in your stomach, and you wished desperately that he would touch you.
“Good girl,” he praised, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. “Now for the next one.”
Park Jimin
“Is that good, baby?” Jimin asked, voice just a touch mocking. You whined and nodded, too preoccupied with riding him into the sunset to respond.
Along with the pleasure was a mind-numbing pain that just added to it—your nipples were weighted down with two clamps. Every time you bounced, they would pull on your nipples relentlessly. You threw your head back and moaned, desperate to fuck him harder but fearful of the responding pain in your chest.
Jimin made the decision for you by unexpectedly thrusting up, and you braced yourself above him. He grabbed your hips as he watched your tits sway almost right above his face.
“Fuck,” he murmured, transfixed by the slight. It only compelled him to fuck you harder. You were close to blubbering, each thrust making your clit throb in pleasure as your nipples began to throb in pain. Jimin grabbed one clamp between his teeth, tugging on it and making your pussy clench.
There was a sharp pinch when it came off, making you wail. Jimin was quick to lave your abused nipple with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth while grinding you against him.
Kim Taehyung
The quick swipe of silk across your breast made you tremble. Taehyung was braced above you, teasing you with the offending material. You watched him with hungry eyes, especially when the next swipe brought his silk tie down your stomach and closer to your pussy.
It tickled, a bit. But it was such a soft contrast to the hot, rough grip of his hand. You threw your head back when the tie grazed your mound, tempted to ask to be blindfolded just to enhance the delicate sensation.
“Good?” he teased, grinning. The tie dipped lower, brushing against your labia. It was so soft, so smooth—such a small touch was driving you wild. Your body was flushed and overheated, sensitive with his constant teasing.
“Mhmm,” you nodded. You arched your back, a silent plea for him to go further. He tutted and moved the tie across your inner thigh.
“Tae,” you whined, and he smacked your other thigh. The sharp pain made you gasp while your pussy clenched.
“Be patient, princess,” he murmured, moving the tie slowly back until if hovered above your heat. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Jeon Jungkook
A ragged breath. Another ragged breath. Until—swat.
You gasped, back arching and cunt trembling. The sting on your ass was quick to fade, even as the red mark was only beginning to appear.
“Pretty,” Jungkook murmured, almost absent-mindedly. He followed it with another quick swat, making you jump. You felt him lean closer to you on the bed. Suddenly, his leather flogger was shoved in your mouth. “Hold this for me, will you, jagi?”
Face heating in embarrassment, you nodded. You could taste the leather on your tongue as he leaned back to admire his work. You were sure your ass was bright and striped with a dozen red lines.
“Very pretty,” he said. “Do you like it? Knowing your ass is all red for me?”
Unable to response, you nodded enthusiastically. The smell of leather was almost intoxicating.
“Shouldn’t you thank me?” he continued. “Thank me for making your ass red and pretty.”
“Thankyouformakingmyassredandprettydaddy,” you tried to say, but it came out a mumbled mess. Drool pooled in the corner of your mouth. Jungkook laughed at your pathetic attempt, reaching around to remove the flogger.
warnings: graphic sex, cunnilingus, fingering, a lap dance, daddy kink, dirty talk
(a/n: ngl, i’m an average-height virgin who couldn’t find reputable answers on the internet as to what difficulties could arise when having sex with a taller woman, so i had to ask my tall bff about her experiences lmao. as always, there’s a read more in place!)
Kim Seokjin
You gripped the cushion, holding on for dear life as Seokjin fingered you. Your knees were close to buckling. He groaned, looming over you and pinning you over the back of the couch, cheek pressed against the fabric. Your body was bent into a V and Seokjin wasn’t letting up, grinding his hips into your thigh as his hand worked you.
“I love it when you wear those shoes,” he groaned. You had just come back from work, still wearing your black heels. You didn’t wear them often because of your height, but today you wanted to dress up and feel nice. It only took you striding into the living room for Seokjin to notice your choice in footwear, leading him to bend you over the couch, yanking your skirt up. He forced you to widen your thighs until you were at the perfect height for him to tease.
“Your legs are so fucking hot,” he whined, thumb shifting to rub against your clit. You warbled when he sped up, thrusting to find that one spot inside of you that would make your knees finally fall limp.
You moaned his name, close to falling apart. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet, princess.” He flexed his fingers until—right there. You let out a choked gasp and clenched hard enough to ache. “We’re just getting started.”
Min Yoongi
Yoongi hummed against your pussy, ignoring your growing desperation. When you’d visited him at his studio, it had been completely innocent—until it wasn’t, and Yoongi was pinning you against the wall, kissing down your body before settling himself at your feet.
“You’re such a good height for this,” he murmured, almost absent-mindedly. His tongue trailed lazily around your clit until he slurped obnoxiously, making you whine in embarrassment. “Your pretty cunt is right at my mouth.”
You were a natural homebody, preferring to keep bedroom activities in the bedroom. But Yoongi slept in his studio so often, it was basically a second bedroom, right? That’s what you tried to tell yourself as Yoongi delved deeper, fucking you with his tongue.
His lips curled. Yoongi knew your body too well for you not to cum. You could feel it building, body shaking and aching for it, but he kept his rhythm slow and inconsistent enough to keep you on the edge. Yoongi’s tongue swirled around your clit again, stopping to flick. He built you up higher and higher until you started to tense, and then he moved away.
“So comfortable,” he continued. “I could stay here all day.”
When he said it like that—your wetness dripping down his chin, looking up at you with eyes almost wide enough to look innocent—it was both a threat and a promise.
Jung Hoseok
“I-I’m sorry,” you said, choking on a giggle. Your face was so red it hurt. “I don’t know what to do with my hands.”
Hoseok grinned, not miffed by your nervous laughter. If anything, he used it to fuel the slow, sensual rolling of his hips as he sat happily in your lap. You were seated in a chair, hands up as Hoseok gave you the lap dance of the century.
He liked doing this—sitting you down until he could loom above you. Pleased at how he only had to bend slightly to give you a kiss, his knee resting teasingly on the seat.
“You could put them. . . here,” he suggested, reaching up to place your hands on his shoulders. Guiding them down, he dragged your palms down his chest until they settled at his waist. “Or. . . here.”
He couldn’t help but smirk at your flushed face, your glassy gaze pinned to where he hips rolled against you. He moved your hands until they grabbed a handful of his ass. “And here.”
“Hobi,” you whined, gripping his ass despite your embarrassment. He laughed, rolling forward again, making heat build in your stomach as his hips forced the seam of your jeans to press against your covered heat.
He chuckled at your expense, kissing you sweetly. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”
Kim Namjoon
Namjoon pounded you harder, pinning your hips to the bed. The pace was breakneck, and you almost wanted him to slow down, except it felt too good to stop. You were supposed to be at a work banquet right now, but it was becoming obviously clear that you weren’t going to make it.
“Why is Daddy punishing you?” he asked, one hand shifting until he was rubbing your clit. He had only just begun, and already you were close to cumming. You knew he would keep fucking you until he finished, regardless of how oversensitive you were.
“B-because,” you tried to say, breath catching in your throat. “Because I disobeyed him.”
A sharp flick. You let out a hoarse moan, and Namjoon grunted with the effort to keep fucking you at such a harsh pace.
“And how did you do that?”
The slap of his body against your own was starting to become painful, but it only made it better. “I s-said I was too tall f-for the heels he bought me.”
It was all his fault. He had bought you a pair of heels you’d refused to wear because you were too tall for them. You’d been trying to save him the embarrassment of standing next to a woman of your height, but your kindhearted attempt had backfired.
“That’s right,” he panted, and then, “I—fuck.” He used his arm to press your thigh tighter against his waist. “I love these fucking legs.”
You didn’t make it to the banquet that night.
Park Jimin
“That’s right, baby,” Jimin grunted, pressing you harder into the counter. “You’re always so helpful, huh?”
He was going too rough for you to form a coherent sentence, but you nodded your head enthusiastically.
Twenty minutes ago, Jimin had called you into the kitchen to help him reach the peanut butter jar that had mysteriously made it to the very back of the top shelf. When you’d reached to grab it, he’d immediately started pressing kisses against the back of your neck, one hand trailing across your thigh, the other teasing the sensitive skin of your waist that had been exposed when you’d stretched.
Your skin tingled, nipples tightening at the ticklish sensation. He used his teeth to snap the strap of your camisole against your skin.
Now you were here, braced on the counter, Jimin fucking you from behind. Your bent knees knocked precariously against the lower cabinet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Jimin started rubbing sloppy circles against your clit.
Your camisole was bunched around your waist, and he tweaked your nipple with his free hand. When you came, it was with a stuttered moan, and Jimin muttering praises against the exposed skin of your shoulder.
An hour later, while relaxing on the couch, you finally asked him, “How did the peanut butter get up there in the first place?
Jimin had the decency to look sheepish. “I threw it.”
Kim Taehyung
“Tae, yes, ye—ow!” you yelped, hand flying up to rub your scalp.
He stopped thrusting and paused, wincing in sympathy. “Sorry, jagi.” He kissed your forehead, trailing up to kiss the spot where your head had banged into the arm of the sofa.
“I’m just too damn long for this stupid couch,” you muttered, trying to wiggle further down. Your feet were already braced at the other arm, knees bent.
“It’s a loveseat,” he corrected. You shot him an unimpressed glare.
“Whatever.”
Taehyung laughed, a gentle sound, and helped you situate yourself into a more comfortable position. The twitching of his cock was a heated reminder that he was still buried inside you, and he groaned when he felt you clench.
“Comfortable?” he inquired. You hummed and nodded, but Taehyung moved until he covered your body with his own, his elbow braced above your shoulder and one arm curling around to warmly cradled your head. You rested on his forearm, but the action brought his face intimately close to your own, and you found yourself blushing when instead of kissing you, he simply stared.
“Sto—op,” you whined, trying to look away, but there was nowhere else to look. He laughed again, eyes hot with arousal and surprisingly soft.
“But you’re so pretty,” he cooed, beginning to grind. You giggled and gasped as Taehyung slowly worked himself back up to his original pace, gaze stuck firmly on your expression.
Jeon Jungkook
“(Y/N),” Jungkook scowled. “That’s not funny.”
“I think it is,” you sing-sang, voice tilting and light. His jaw was clenched, and he stared unamused at the gaming controller held high above your head, where it was completely out of his reach.
That was what he got for mocking you.
“You’re such a sore loser,” he snapped, which was fair, because you were—but only because he was a sore winner who didn’t know how to stop rubbing losing in your face.
“You talk a lot of shit for a man who can’t reach the controller,” you replied, and his glare darkened into something with a little more warning. Maybe you should be treading more carefully, but you couldn’t help it. He was so infuriating when he beat you. He gloated, and mocked, and it was seriously—
Jungkook strode toward you. You thought he was going to make a grab for the controller, but instead he wrapped an arm around your waist, sliding one hand around your neck until he gripped your nape, and then tugged your whole head down until he was kissing you. Moaning in surprise, you let him.
He nipped at your bottom lip, and your arm lowered, dropping the controller to the ground. But as he slotted his thigh roughly between your own, you knew that Jungkook wouldn’t let you get away with teasing him so easily.
