Kinks: penetrative vaginal sex, needy fucking, oh lord they are so needy, strength & size kink (he is taller), hair pulling (m.receiving), choking (f.receiving), subby girl tears, praise kink, good girl kink, possessive dirty talk, breeding kink for the sake of possession NOT pregnancy, creampie, use of a plug to keep the cum inside afterwards, he playfully spanks her clit with it, hihih they’re so needy but they’re also in love <3
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a/n: honestly, i don’t know what demon possessed me but i wrote this in like fourty minutes and it’s so unhinged JFJDAJF i watched outlander before that and they were being so horny so i think the language i used got a lil influenced by it jjfadjf have fun my loves 💗
“You’re such a good girl”, Seokjin grunts through gritted teeth, burying his heavy cock inside your dripping cunt over and over again.
You are beneath him, writhing and moaning with your head far away in the blissful high of pleasure he has you on.
It started off as a romantic evening. You and he wanted to do something special as husband and wife, have a little date and make it lovely. And oh lovely it was. You went for dinner to an expensive restaurant then had fun at an arcade until you even spent your last pennies on the silly machines. It was perfect. It was fun. It was romantic. And it was arousing.
Being with each other like this - having fun and laughing together, spending time doing something you both enjoyed and seeing each other dressed up in pretty clothes - made the desire for each other so unbearable that you barely managed to drive home without taking each other in the car. In the middle of the road, causing trouble for others. Of course you didn’t. You were civilised like that. Ignoring, of course, the heavy make out session in the apartment complex hallway. Now, normally you and he are never that public with your skin ship, let alone with outright desire, but you needed each other so much. Seokjin kept panting and growling into your mouth, acting like a starved man finally having his taste of flesh again. You never witnessed him in public like this before, wanting him like nothing else because of it. If you were any less civilised, you might have ripped his clothes off his body right there and then.
But you controlled yourselves, stumbling into your apartment and right to your bedroom, undressing each other on the way so that you fell into the sheets both naked and wet. There was barely any, what others might consider as traditional, foreplay. No long exploring touching, no hungry mouths tasting the other, no grinds or needy rubbing. There were hungry kisses, strong grips and desperate begs for the other. It wasn’t long after you and he fell into the sheets that Seokjin was buried inside of you. Deep and in a merciless, maddening rhythm. And you loved it. You loved every second of it.
You still do.
You love it so much.
“Good girl, taking me so well. Being so pretty for me, fuck I can’t get enough of you”, he moans, showing you his honesty in heavy rolls of his hips. His cock is weeping, pleasure mixing with yours and covering both your groins in it. How sticky it is. How messy and wet and sinful. If he could, he would bottle this feeling so he can relive it whenever he wants to. He loves nothing more than to laugh with you, loves nothing more than to experience happy life with you and to see that you are enjoying yourself as well. Tonight you ruined him, you made him a mad man driven by his desire for you. You looked so beautiful, you were so perfect and funny and wonderful. Seokjin knew he had to make you feel eternal the moment you first smiled at him.
And he loves that you want him just as much, that you are so wet and so warm because you are in paradise. Seokjin pumps his throbbing cock into you in a sensual roll of his hips. He keeps it there, writing his name on your most sensitive spot. He watches with a dizzy head how this turns off every single light of sanity in your eyes, leaving behind fiery, wild flames of pleasure. The only thing keeping the flames at pay are your tears, filling your beautiful eyes before rolling down your temples.
“Jin”, you whimper, lower lip trembling and fingers desperately grasping his hair. It is as black and dark as the night, hanging into his beautiful face messy and damp from sweat. It sits perfectly between your fingers, twisting so easily as you hold onto it for dear life.
“Does it feel good for you? Is this nice?” he asks you, mesmerised by the view of you.
You nod your head, sobbing softly with your brows furrowing in ecstasy.
“___ my sweetheart, I love being with you”, he gets out, making sure to keep the rhythm going. It makes you feel like this and Seokjin would be damned if he took this away from you. The tug on his hair grows. It burns and pinches, motivating him to keep going. It feels so good to have his hair pulled. Especially when it is done in a moment of passion.
You do it gently and softly whenever you and he are making out. You do it mindlessly and rather shakily when he eats you out for a long and attentive time. And you do it harshly and desperately whenever he is buried inside you to the very hilt.
Seokjin loves having his hair pulled in a moment of passion, riding on such a strong wave of pleasure that the feeling brings him to his fall tonight.
His middle presses into you, rubbing against your swollen clit while his veiny cock still drills your puffy walls. His face falls into the crook of your neck and his left hand incidentally falls around your throat, laying there trembling and trying not to squeeze down.
“Seokjin”, you sob, instantly wrapping your limbs around him. Your hips meet him in the middle, falling into a sloppy dance solely motivated by pleasure. It feels so good to both of you that you can’t stop it. So now you lie rutting and fucking in the sheets, holding each other so close that not even air could separate the two of you.
He is taller than you, he has more muscles too. You always call him your gentle giant and your handsome protector. Whenever you do, Seokjin smiles to himself shyly and he seems to be cuddlier for the rest of the day. Sometimes when you lie together after a hard day, you love to rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. You feel so safe whenever he allows you to do this. When the weather is colder again, you sometimes like to cuddle into him until he wraps his jacket around both of you. You feel so warm and taken care of whenever he does this. And sometimes in bed, when he is barely awake, you lie beside him and trace the paths of his body until you made a map of it. You feel so blessed whenever he gives you consent to do this.
Tonight, his tall, strong body is atop of you, spending you warmth and applying gentle pressure on your chest. You never felt more connected with him than you do right now and you sob because of it, begging him to seal the connection even deeper.
“Choke me, please.”
His hips falter for a moment.
“Please my love, please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please. I’m yours, just please make me yours.”
“Oh, I’m gonna make you mine in more ways than one, my love.”
His fingers close around your throat, cutting off the blood flow to your brain just enough that a warm dizziness spreads behind your eyes.
“Holy fuck, Seokjin”, you moan, arching your back as best as his body on top allows you to, fingers twisting his hair in an attempt to handle what he gives you.
“Is this what you need, sweetheart? Does this feel good?”
“Yes, good. So good, oh god, so good”, you sob and mewl, throbbing around his heavy cock.
“Fuck sweetheart, I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. Gonna breed you with the sole purpose of making you mine.”
“Seokjin, please!”
“The way you say my name, urgh fuck”, he gets out and growls, forcing himself back onto one elbow so he can look at your face as he makes you feel eternal.
Your eyes are squeezed shut, your brows pulled tight and your mouth is agape. This is it. This is the face you make when you feel nothing but pleasure.
Seokjin swears he tears up himself at the sight of you, applying a little more pressure on your veins.
You wail up, arching your back off the sheets and reaching above yourself to twist the pillow. Your legs fall from his hips, shaking on the mattress each time he drills his leaking cock into you.
“Say it again, sweetheart. Say my fucking name.”
“Seokjin”, you croak.
“That’s right. Who makes you feel so good?”
“Seokjin”, you whimper.
“I do, baby, I do. Fuck”, he grunts, struggles for a second then continues with even more passion, “and who do you belong to?”
“Seokjin”, you wail, grasping his wrists to squeezes them so tightly, Seokjin fears they might bruise.
“You do, baby, you do. Fuck, you do. Mine and I’m yours. All yours, baby. With my body, heart and soul. Yours.”
“I’m cumming, please.”
“Let go, sweetheart. I’m right here. Your gentle Seokjin’s right here”, he soothes you and lets go of your throat.
The blood shoots back to your brain, serving as the final blow to throw you over the edge. You make a little squeak then fall into silent screams, shaking with such vigour that Seokjin fears for you for just a moment.
“Holy fuck sweetheart, what the hell? Baby, fuck. That’s it, cum for me. That’s it, such a good girl. Cum on my cock, such a good girl. You’re so pretty like this, my good girl, my pretty girl”, he chants, tongue acting quicker than his brain. He has no idea what he is spitting, but he knows that whatever he is saying to you in his delirious state, it comes from his heart (and maybe also a little from his cock).
“Please. Breed me”, you croak out with what little strength you have left as your orgasm shakes you, but to Seokjin’s ears it was as clear as day.
It breaks him. He couldn’t have stopped it even if he tried.
His eyes roll back and stay there, his back arches as far as the position allows it to. His legs feel like weak sticks, shaking between yours as his heavy balls empty themselves inside your tight cunt. He makes sure to cum so deep, to bury each droplet of his white seed in your walls so that they will know who they are allowed to welcome. Not that he has any doubt in your faithfulness, as you have none in his’, but it still feels so good to both of you to seal this promise of monogamy with a deep, sticky creampie.
He drops on top of you once your highs died down, burying you under his weight. Not that you mind. You hug him tightly, smiling happily with your head still turning.
“I fucking love you, Mister Kim”, you lull.
“I fucking love you too, Misses Kim”, he rasps, voice barely there after what he just experienced.
With your heart fluttering, you giggle. He giggles as well, kissing your neck softly. You enjoy it with tingling skin, making him feel good as well by tracing his spine gently.
“I can’t believe we did that.”
“Yeah, it was amazing. For me it at least. Was it-”
“Hush, of course it was amazing for me. You did everything right.”
“Yay, I’m glad I did.”
You laugh because he is a dork and you are irrevocably in love with him. You shift a little under him, groaning in disappointment.
“I don’t want to leak. I wanna keep you inside me for longer.”
“Mhm”, he pecks your cheek, “I have an idea. Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
“Then, don’t move. I’ll be back.”
He rolls off of you, giving your pussy a little kiss before he truly climbs off bed to hurry to the dresser.
“What on earth are you doing?” you ask him in a chuckle.
“Getting something so you can keep me inside.”
“And what will that be, mhm?”
He returns to you, climbing on top of you. You grab bundles of his hair, purring happily as he kisses you. The kiss lasts until your breath runs out, then it breaks and Seokjin disappears between your legs. You prop yourself up in your elbows.
“What are you doing?”
He lifts a clean silicone buttplug. You ogle it, gulping.
“I know your pussy’s strong enough to keep it inside for a little. Wanna have it?”
“Yes”, you say, opening your legs.
He takes the plug inside his mouth to wet it, letting go of it with a bop of his puffy lips. He connects it with your clit first, spanking it softly. You gasp and twitch, soon reaching down to his shoulder gently.
“Stop it you”, you laugh, “I’m too sensitive for your shenanigans.”
He chuckles and nuzzles his nose into your inner thigh, kissing your skin lovingly.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist”, he murmurs, giving you one last kiss before sitting up.
He connects the toy with your puffy hole and pushes it inside, making you moan softly and drop into the sheets in a sensual squirm.
“Mhhhm that’s nice. God, I love being plugged up with your cum still inside.”
“And I love knowing that something of mine is inside that warm heaven of yours”, he rasps, kissing a path up your body, “now come and let me kiss you.”
“Is it just me or is someone not sated yet?”
“When it comes to you? I’m like a spoiled house cat never happy with what its fed.”
You fall into the kiss laughing and smiling, twisting his hair gently.
Dom!Seokjin & sub! female Reader : Ch 4 Truth or Dare Noona (smut, spin the bottle)
Your appetite demanded touch and you prayed that Jimin would fill your greed either by himself or with any of them. "Dare" you managed to say with willing enthusiasm. Jimin debated having you repeat yourself but his needs were just as rapacious as yours. "I dare you to spin this bottle and suck whoever it lands on for 7 minutes." Your current state of bliss and need didn't impede your ability to walk or, in this case, spin the bottle which as luck would have it, landed on...
"Tell her how you want it, Seokjin. You have 7 minutes." Yoongi, as nonchalantly as possible, pulls out his phone and gets ready to "time it accurately".
Jin bends down, eyes level with your face, lips slightly redder than your cheeks. His warm, alcohol-scented breath fondles the heat of your blushing face as he grabs your jaw. "You're on your hands and knees for me already, noona? So eager." You're not used to Jin being anything other than the maknae-like hyung of the boys. "Anything goes until you say your safeword. Shake your head if you understand."
"Good girl. Now get on your knees and look at me." You eagerly obliged. "Undo my pants but look up at me." You wanted to chastise yourself for going along with this but you couldn't. Everything felt so right. You hadn't noticed his Super Mario boxers until you looked down and couldn't help giggle a bit at this dongsaeng's adorable nature. Smack! Your once flushed face turns a rosier shade of red. "What did I say, noona?"
"I-"
"Did I give you permission to look down?" His strong hand was now holding your jaw, forcing your eyes to look at his. "I want you to stay looking up at me the entire time. Your eyes on my face for the next seven minutes. Don't move without me giving an order. This is not for you. It's for me." You nod and keep your eyes on his. "That's it," his hand releasing your now sore jaw. "Show me how good a girl you can be, noona." You wanted to prove yourself to him, that you are a good girl, that you can listen, and that they won't regret offering this to you. You'd made up your mind that no matter what happens tonight, you will be good to all of them.
He was big, bigger than you would have imagined. His large hand reaching into your hair as he drove you face first into his groin, breathing in the scent of the shampoo he must have used earlier, before ramming again and again into your inexperienced throat. You wanted to claw and stop him. It was too much, much too soon. But you were enjoying this feeling of being used, of being useful. He held your face against him, his member receiving pleasure from your gagging. "Let that drool fall on your breasts, hun. Yes, like that." Again and again, he forced his member into and out of your mouth, sometimes holding your head in place as you gagged and spit flowed down your breasts. Just as he said, just as he liked. "You're making such a mess, noona. Look how filthy you are." You wanted to look, to see how dirty you had become for him. Your desire to please was stronger. You'd have to wait until he finished using you.
"I'm almost there Noona. Don't stop being good for me." He drove his hips with a force you'd never felt before and you were choking, gagging, coughing. There was no focusing on anything else. It was just you and Seokjin. Tears began streaming down your eyes from overuse and pure bliss, which he called "beautiful" and "only for me". It felt like it was only for him, like you'd never do anything like this ever again unless it was him. Jin's breathing hitched and his thrusts became erratic. You're glad he ordered you to look at him or else you wouldn't have been able to see how beautiful he looked when his eyes squeezed shut as he held your head, fingers intertwined in your hair, and cum saturating your throat. His body was spent. "You did so good for me. Such a good girl." You realized that's all you wanted to hear. It didn't matter if you were pleasured, if you came. You wanted to make Jin happy, please him. If you could live to serve him, you would.
"Show me how good you were." You nodded and opened your mouth, showing him that you'd listened, you hadn't swallowed. You didn't make any moves without his orders. He wanted to give you aftercare for doing so well, but when you heard the alarm, you remembered it wasn't just you and Seokjin. No, there were 6 other males in this room. 6 other males who must have all liked what they were watching because their cheeks were flushed and they were either holding or palming their erections, some even taking the liberty to place their hands directly inside their pants.
Jin gave you a kiss on the nose and spun the bottle. "I dare..." you watched as the bottle spun, going past several members until it landed on "Yoongi.. Shower with noona. Do whatever you want. You have 15min. Oh, and use the big bathroom so everyone can watch."
Warnings: spit kink (including spitting in mouth), oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering (f), unprotected sex (wrap that shit up, don’t be dumb), dom!Jin, sub!reader, hair pulling, name calling and degradation, spanking, over stimulation, a sex toy is involved
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Synopsis: you come home from a stressful day at work, luckily your boyfriend has found a creative way to help you de-stress.
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Your boyfriend Jin knew the moment you came home in a bad mood that he had to do something before you got too sassy with him.
He tried giving you a back massage but it didn’t seem to do anything for your state today, he then made your favorite dinner and had you relax on the sofa only to see that you had your laptop open working when he came to call you for dinner.
He now sat across the small dining table from you, silently looking to be in thought as you picked at the food.
“What happened at work today?” He finally decided to ask, and you knew he had been putting it because he didn’t want to make you more upset by talking about it.
“It’s just… It’s hard.” You sighed and looked down at your plate “I’m in charge of the whole marketing department and my boss just keeps putting more and more and more on me. I’m so stressed Jin. I know it sounds silly because I’m complaining about my nice job that pays well but… but it’s just so stressful. Sometimes I don’t even know if I can handle all those people in the department and if one messes up, I’m to blame.”
“No, no, that’s not silly at all.” He assured you “you face real pressures at work everyday and I admire you for hanging in there with it. I have a suggestion though and I was thinking that maybe it could help.”
You perked up at his kindness and at him offering a suggestion, you now looked at him with interest.
“I was thinking… you’re in charge of a lot of people, right?” He fidgeted the first button of his button up shirt until it came open, but you looked away and tried to focus on his words with a nod “and it’s stressful, so I was thinking about how business men… higher up business men, I’ve heard, have this thing they like to do to deal with all the pressure.” He then took a drink of his glass of water.
“What is it?” You asked curiously.
“I’m sure it’s nice sometimes to not to worry about having to be in control all the time, and I think you deserve a little break.” He began to undo the buttons of his shirt, then the next then the next until he was on the last button of his shirt as you just stared.
“I-I don’t underst-”
“Get on the table.” He commanded, a dark look now invaded his eyes.
“Excuse m-”
“I said. Get on the table… or would you like to be punished?” He stood from his seat across the table and a bolt of pure want hit you hard as he looked down at you from the other side of the table.
Your eyes glanced down at the plates and glasses of water on the table and with one swift sweeping movement of his arm he sent them flying off the table. The sounds of the cutlery clanging to the tile floor and the plates and glasses shattering didn’t phase you as you kept your stare on him.
He pointed to the table and you climbed onto it and sat on your knees as he took his shirt the rest of the way off and let it fall to the floor too.
“Take off your clothes, on all fours with your ass facing me. That’s what I want by the time I get back. Don’t you dare look at me either, understood?” He asked and you gave a nod but concentrated on taking all your clothes off as he left the kitchen.
When he came back, you were already in position on your hands and knees on the table, staring at the same spot and refusing to look his direction but listened to his footsteps now behind you.
You heard him place something or things down on the table by your feet but you still didn’t dare to look, not even when you heard his footsteps come around to the front of you.
You stared down at his sock feet until something was placed over your eyes and tied tightly at the back of your head.
“Can you see?”
You shook your head.
“Answer me!” He snapped.
“N-no.” You quickly stuttered.
“No what?”
You thought about what to call him for a moment, it was obvious he wasn’t wanting you to answer with his name.
“No, sir.”
“Good girl. Now if this gets too hard for or I do something you don’t like, then the safe word is bubblegum. I also want you to know I love you very much and I’m doing this for you, so please don’t hesitate to say the safe word if you need to. Alright?”
“Yes sir.” Your reply was fast this time.
“Good girl. Now, on a scale of one to ten how hard do you want me to go with this, ten being the most rough. How rough do you feel like you need it?” He gave you a moment to think about the question, and in your opinion, nothing could be more thrilling than Jin being uncharacteristically rough with you like you usually had to beg him for,
“Ten.” You answered, sure of yourself.
“Ahh so you are a filthy little whore.” His voice moved back behind you, “but that’s nothing I didn’t already know.”
You jumped a little at the feeling of his hand grabbing your ass.
“I bet you’re wondering what I’m going to do to you, I bet you want my cock already. Are you a little whore for my cock, sweetie?” His tone was sweet, yet sourly taunting.
“Yes sir.”
You were startled more so at the sound of his hand slapping your ass than the sting of it.
“I want to hear you tell me that you’re a little whore for my cock.” His hand smacked the flesh of your ass harder now and this time you did feel the sting, but it was a delightfully good sting.
“I’m a little whore for your cock, sir. Such a little whore.” You were fully into this now, and ready to do or say whatever he asked.
“That’s what I thought. Now let’s see if we can get that tight little cunt of yours to come so many times you’re begging me to stop. I wonder how much you can take.” Directly after his words there was a clicking sound followed by a humming.
You knew the sound of your own vibrator.
“On your back.” He gave and order and you followed but he kept a hand on you just to make sure you didn’t go tumbling off the edge of the table as you flipped onto your back.
Apparently he wanted you closer, because you felt him hook his arms around your legs and drag your ass to the edge of the table, forcing you to keep your feet in the air.
The sound of your vibrator running had you desperately clenching around nothing as you waited in anticipation.
There was a spitting sound over the hum of the toy and you felt warm liquid slowly run from your clit to your entrance. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of your boyfriends saliva warm and running down your folds like come. He placed the vibrating silicone against your already throbbing bundle of nerves and you let out a small squeal at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
“Do you like it when I spit on you like that sweetie? Do you like it when I get you nice and wet and ready for my big cock to stretch you out?”
“Y-yes sir, fuck, oh my god.” Your legs spasmed under the intensity of the vibrator on your clit.
There was a sharp slap to your outer thigh.
“You only answer the questions I ask you! You say nothing else! I want to hear nothing but yes sir and only answers to any questions I ask coming from that dirty, cocksucking mouth of yours!”
That was enough to push you over the edge so powerfully your legs tried to close up on him, but he pried them open and kept the vibrator on your now overly sensitive clit.
“Jin fuck, I can’t, its too much.” You begged.
The vibrator clicked off and you felt yet another hard slap to your outer thigh.
“Did I ask if it was too much?” His voice was stern with you, a side that you rarely ever got to see from him and it sent thrills through your body. “Sweetie, you’re going to take whatever i want to give you and you’re going to be happy with it.”
“Yes sir.” Your voice cracked a little from how flustered you were.
Instead of turning back on the vibrator though he spat on your clit once again, but this time you felt his skilled fingers glide over your folds until he pushed them inside of you with an embarrassingly wet squelching sound.
Your face heated until he lets out a slight hum of a moan.
“So fucking wet and warm and tight around my fingers.”
You were no longer embarrassed, but even more turned on if possible. You felt his fingers hook over the sensitive spot inside of you and press.
You let your loud moan roll from your lips.
“Such an obedient little cunt, anything I do to it has you wanting more like the good little whore that you are.” Directly after he spoke you felt his warm tongue run over your slick folds before rolling his tongue over your clit. Thankfully he was slow and careful not to do too much to it this time, but what he was doing was just enough.
You felt his watering mouth adding yet more saliva to the point where it had to be dripping down onto the table under you.
His fingers and mouth worked you skillfully, already understanding what you liked and how, you were gripping the edge of the table and coming again in less than minutes.
After his fingers and mouth had left your body, his hand wrapped around your arm and tugged you off the table and he pushed you onto your knees on the floor where he gripped you by your hair.
“Open your mouth, whore. Since you wouldn’t eat the dinner I made for you, maybe you’ll like the taste of your own come better”
You angled your head up and opened your mouth expecting him to maybe full on spit in it but you were caught off guard by him kissing you and transferring his saliva to you via his own tongue which tasted like your juices. The slick on his mouth from apparently not having wiped wiped away your essence, transferred onto yours and stayed there after he had pulled away.
“You’re going to take my cock in your mouth now, use your hand to help if you want, but I want you to do a good job or I won’t be fucking you, I’ll make you watch as I get myself off and come on you like the dirty whore you are.”
You squeezed your thighs together at his threat to relieve the neediness of your still hungry cunt.
You felt the soft, warm head of his cock press to your lips and you instinctively opened your mouth and took him in it, enveloping as much of him as you could and leaving your hand to take on the rest of his thick shaft.
Your mouth automatically watered as it always did for him, ready to swallow him deep into the back of your throat.
His hand still entangled in your hair pushed your head up and down hard and fast, but you didn’t struggle to keep up.
“Your pretty little mouth was meant to take my cock, what a good girl.” He sucked a pleasured breath through his teeth and let it out as a moan. “I bet you crave my come in your mouth and all over you.”
You let out a moan around him and from the feel of how hard he was getting and how fast he was forcing your mouth to take him, he was close. You had drooled so much it covered your hand pumping him and dribbled down your chin.
Suddenly he yanked you off of him by the hair and angled your face upward, you guessed to look at him.
“What a pretty sight, lips swollen and spit on your chin from salivating all over my cock. Do you like the taste of my cock?” He asked.
“Yes sir, I love the taste of your cock.” You almost moaned at your own words.
“You’ve been such a good girl, do you think you’re ready for my cock now? Do you think you deserve my cock?”
“Yes sir.” You nodded.
He lifted you by the arm and guided you until you feel the edge of the table meet your lower stomach and hips. He pushed your back so you were bent over the table. He pushed your head down so that your cheek was against the still warm wood from when your body had headed it just minutes before.
“Beg me for my cock like the good little whore that you are.” He demanded.
“Please, I want you inside of me, I’d do anything for you to be inside of me pounding away at me a-” You were shut up by him pushing himself all the way inside of you, completely sheathing himself in your walls.
It left you feeling weak in the knees as you let out a moan and silently thanked the table for holding you up.
Seokjin grabbed you on both sides of your hips and forced them up and down on his cock, using you like a mere sex toy for his pleasure.
“I can already feel you squeezing my cock.” He panted as he dragged your hips roughly down on his over and over relentlessly, your sensitive clit rubbed against the wood of the table with every hard pull.
“Come for me again, whore. Come around my hard cock-” he let out a grunt from the sheer power he was fucking into you at and banging your hips against the edge of the table with little regard. One of his hands left your hip to pull at your hair so hard that your face left the table.
“Show me! Show me how badly you needed my cock!” And on his last command you began to see white as your orgasm took over you.
You cried out his name over and over as you felt him come undone inside of you while gripping your hair harder with his release.
The slamming of his hips finally slowed to a stop and he wasted no time in making sure you were alright and helping you up to a standing position and removing your blindfold.
Your knees felt wobbly and the sudden light of the kitchen was blinding for a moment.
You felt his still warm seed begin to leak down your thigh and you tried to ignore the mess of food and broken glass and plates on the floor, but you really had no problem doing so because you felt like you were on cloud nine.
“Feeling any better?” Jin asked and you could only nod in fear of your words coming out a jumbled up mess. “You look very…” he looked at your face before bringing a thumb up and wiping at the drool that was still all over your chin with a smile. “Relaxed. How about you go have a nice bath and nap and I’ll clean all of this up and order some take out, okay?” He offered.
You went to take a step and almost fell as your legs gave out from under you, luckily, your boyfriend caught you just in time and let out a chuckle.
“Maybe you’re too relaxed now, I should probably help you out.” He picked up your still naked wobbly body and hauled you towards the bathroom.
“I love you Jin, thank you.” You managed to speak now and lay your head against his bare chest.
“I love you too. I also love that I’ve figured out how to de-stress you on your bad days. Not saying you should have them more often but…”
You couldn’t help but laugh at him admitting that he was into the rough stuff just as much as you were.
Warnings: Restraint, metal cuffs, without giving too much away you’re restrained to something making you kneel before him. A really bad movie reference but it makes sense. Voyeurism (sort of).
Summary: You finally get a glimpse of Jin taking his Dominating role at an unexpected time.
Reference: I Feel Like I’m Drowning by Two Feet.
Request: Baby wants attention. Baby wants that one *points at Seokjin * please kiki I’ve been good 🍼💦✨ @sweet-teeth-mfs
Notes: As I’ve mentioned before, I personally feel Jin is quite a dominating character so this might not be how you see Jinnie. I’ve written him how I see him so I hope you like.
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He walks towards you as you shuffle backwards across the tiled floor. Your bare feet kicking you along as you find your back hitting the corner of the room.
You’re not afraid of him. Not in the slightest. He’s come home from work with this new dominating presence. Something you were hoping for after your teasing antics throughout the day, but not to this level. His tie already removed as he left the hallway, finding you already showered and in his oversized tee.
Jin crouches before you towering above your seated body, making you feel small compared to him. His black shirt is crisp but unbuttoned at the cuffs, his blazer making his shoulders look wider (if that’s even possible) as your eyes continue to wander his frame. Edging lower and lower, noticing the strain in his dress pants as he pulls a set of cuffs out of the blazer pocket. The metal clinking together as he unlocks them in front of you, his head tilting to the side as he watches your reaction.
“You’ve been terrible today Baby. Do you have ANY idea what you did to me?” His doe eyes long gone as they drop down to his crotch. The grasp he takes on your chin tightens slightly, angling your downward gaze to his face. More importantly meeting your eyes, his glazing over with lust as he watches you fidget beneath him.
The tee you’re wearing barely covers your slick core, gifting a peek as he drinks you in. His lips roll with desire as he watches you getting comfortable with the cold metal proposal in his hands, shuffling into position and offering your wrists to be cuffed.
Jin fastens the clasp. The click of the closure ringing through the room with each wrist. Unbeknownst to you was the other pair he has hidden in his other pocket, teasingly pulling them into view as he fastens the second set to your right wrist. Your eyes widen as he catches your glare, flitting in the direction of where he’s going to fasten you. The other end clinking against the cool radiator on your right as it’s closed tight.
He stands to full height walking away from you, peeling away the blazer and throwing it on the kitchen counter as he reaches the other side of the room. He adjusts his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves as he wanders over to the kitchen table. You’ve never known him so dominating before but he seems to be getting more and more into the role. That acting major really coming into play.
He catches your eyes as you writhe on the floor, your thighs desperately rubbing together in search of friction. He maintains his eye contact as he slowly unbuttons not one but two buttons of his shirt, loosening the collar before he grabs the back of a chair. He drags it across the tiled floor with a slight screech filling the air, positioning it right in front of you. Jin’s close enough to see everything in glorious detail, the glimpse of his collarbone and chest but too far away to touch. A complete show stopping tease.
Jin stands before you, towering above you once more as he unfastens the belt loosening the waistband as he sits down. His eyes have not once leaving yours making the ache between your legs burn, especially as he pulls his hard-on free showing you just what you did to him. He’s firm, veiny from pressure and the tip blushed and leaking.
“Jinnie?” you bravely speak up. Your voice a croaked whisper from the anticipation blocking your throat. The metal clinking against the radiator as you attempt to reach for him, hoping to help him out with his not so small problem.
“Nuh-uh Baby,” He tsks at you. “You deserve this and I deserve a treat after what you did. This is punishment. Now just sit there and take it by watching.”
The palm of his hand slides across the top of his cock, squeezing slightly to cover his hand in pre-cum before sliding it down his shaft. He hisses at first touch but he begins alternating strokes, mixing between fast and slow. His middle finger and thumb adding a pressure ring as he slightly squeezes as he reaches the tip. Jin’s face and neck begins to blush from excitement, as his head rolls back with the pleasure that finally hits him. His neck tense as he breathes deeply.
The loud whimpers you hear aren’t from Jin. They’re from you, which catches his attention. Your mouth is salivating yet your throat is dry. You’re rubbing your thighs together yet unable to satisfy the burning ache that’s starting to hurt within your core. This is punishment.
He continues to pleasure himself before you, slowly and torturously groaning thanks to his touch. Something he’s been aching to do all day, but now he’s finally able to release. Right in front of your eyes and you’re reeling from sexual frustration.
“Pl-please Jinnie. Let Baby help,” you cry. You adjust your tone as well as your position on the floor. Kneeling before him, your knees painful against the tiles as you try to gain a little bit of dominance in this situation, “Jinnie, you can’t put me in…”
Jin’s head rolls forward suddenly and tilts to the side. His hand doesn’t stop stroking his cock leaving his fingers glistening from his arousal. His eyes are dark and slightly menacing, a look to warn you back into your corner.
“Seriously Baby?” He asks as he cocks his brow. His attention directing at you as he slows his movements, “are you seriously going to quote Dirty Dancing at me right now?”
You fidget once more as he leans forward on the chair, closing the distance between you. His hand sharply cups your chin as he angles it towards his face, making sure you understand he’s in control here, not you. He brushes his pre-cum covered thumb across your lips, offering the only taste you’re going to get anytime soon. He maintains your gaze as he leans back into the chair. His hand wrapping around his cock once more leaving you groaning at his salty taste.
Jin looks down at his crotch before lifting his view to drink in the sight before him. You, cuffed to the radiator and kneeling before him like he’s a god. You’re flushed pink across your cheeks and neck, lips swollen from the way you’re biting onto them while your arousal drips onto the tiled floor. He hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re a mess watching him pleasure himself.
Jin smirks, stifling a laugh as he leaves you with the words you didn’t expect to hear.
“I think you’ll find, if anyone can put Baby in the corner, it’s me.”
Title: Truth or Dare, Noona
Chapter: One (1, 2, 3a, 3b, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9)
Notes: BTS (ot7)
Words; Characters: 1017
Other formats: AO3
Tags/Warnings: smut, truth or dare, sub!taehyung, sub!jungkook, sub!hoseok, dom!seokjin, dom!yoongi, switch!namjoon, dom!jimin, kinks, little!taehyung, he just likes acting cute, fluff, angst, bdsm, choking, spanking, bjs, rimming, edging, little!jungkook, spit, safewords, messy, shower sex, face slapping, cock slapping, pegging, drinking, bukkake, bruises, cuddles, oppa kink, noona kink
Summary: What's it like to play a game of Truth or Dare with BTS, especially if you happen to be older AND one of their managers?
"Nooona, come ooonn. You have to plaaay with uuuss." Taehyung and Jimin cutely pouted as they blinked wide eyes at you, having knelt down to show you innumerable forms of aegyo as a persuasion tactic. Something you or anyone lucky enough to witness these mochi-filled humans could hardly resist. "Pleeeeaaase nooonnaaa" the younger of the duo hemmed until he was pulling at the bottom of your dress, hands on your knees, eyes wide willing you to say yes.
"You two are extremely adorable, did you know?" You chimed, removing Taehyung's hands and standing up, bopping each of their noses. "Too cute for this world", you thought at the two younger boys who seemed far too eager at the insistence of this game. "But you two have fun with each other... or whoever." stopping yourself there because you didn't want to think about them doing anything outside of normal performances and practices. Be a good role model and responsible adult figure, you chided, as if they were still kids and not grown men. Were they men?
Tugging you out of your men-vs-??? thoughts, "We want to play with yoouu and you said, just last week that if we were really good and didn't give trouble to the makeup or hair artists that you would give us a prize! So this is our prize because we were really good, weren't we Jiminie?" the younger whined out looking for affirmation from his barely older best friend, who had turned stoic with a steady gaze which made your legs feel a bit like jelly, causing you to sit back down.
"Hyuuung, noona doesn't want to play with us!" Taehyung flung himself at Jin nearly knocking his hyung over, burying his face in Jin's pink sweatshirt. "And she said she would but now she's taking her word back and she's your manager so make her do it or - or - I'm calling Namjoon-hyung." His face turned toward yours and you wondered how long he would maintain that pout. The pout that made him seem so gentle and you very weak; something you didn't want to admit as you tried your best to not look at them when they're changing, unless they needed help with something, or be around when they're sweaty and panting after a long dance practice. Or stretching, sometimes in shorts that were too short to wear in public with an easy view depending on the stretch. Not to mention how attractive they all are and how you have often wondered what it must feel like to have years pass and not experiment in the ways most people their ages do. But no, you were hired to do your job and your job didn't involve fantasizing about their sweaty, defined...
Pushing the thoughts from your mind, you weren't sure what had gotten into this kid and why at 21 he was acting so much like a child and wondering how quietly you could slip out without anyone noticing, let alone wondering if he'd get his way. Being a manager had its perks but not when it came to avoiding awkward situations or letting the heat cool down or having a stronger say for that matter. Sometimes it was best to just be like water and go with the flow.
Somehow displaying the most softest brooding face you've ever seen, you smiled gently and asked "Taehyungie, why do you want me to play this game with you so much, huh? Since you were such a good boy, maybe we can do something else for your prize?" Good boy? What were you thinking. You needed to get out of there or at least change his mind from one game of risk to another of How Easy Would It Be For Me to Slip Out the Door™. "Something less- something more like water guns or Twister or hide-and-go-seek; any number of things Tae-ssi." You coaxed, hoping one of your suggestions hit the spot and that he'd change his mind. Having one of the biggest idols upset with you is probably not the best way to go about having a solid career, although he would never do anything to jeopardize anyone, let alone someone he had grown somewhat close to over the years.
Taehyung's eyes began to brighten with the possibilities when a voice from the side asserted, "You can do all those things as a dare." Jimin wasn't letting go of the idea or position. Had he even moved at all? "Yeah, we can do those as dares Noona. It'll be really fun! Promise!" An infamous box smile appeared. Yep, definitely not something you (or anyone) could resist.
With that you looked up to Seokjin who seemed to be stifling a laughter before he burst out cleaning his windows, wide shoulders playing with the air. Thanks for the help, you big fluffy dork. He was an extremely cute third guy from the left and usually very helpful but whatever was happening today must have been too amusing to do anything other than laugh. While you decided that maybe, just maybe this could be fun and not risky. Right? Why had your mind been in the gutter? You've never seen the boys act inappropriate with anyone, only ever joking with each other. Nothing would go wrong and if something seemed out of place, then all you'd have to do is excuse yourself and call it a night you told yourself as you agreed to the game of Truth or Dare.
The youngest of the room let go of the still humored eldest and ran up, arms wide, enveloping you in the squishiest of hugs. "Yay noona! I'm so glad you want to!" Burying his face in your dress, you couldn't help the cooing that seemed to spring up from nowhere. You were definitely smaller than him but something about who Kim Taehyung was just made you feel protective and nurturing. That is until he called out "Jimin-ie, let all the members know that we're playing the game tonight and we have a special guest! Also, tell Namjoon and Yoongi to definitely definitely get enough drinks."
Title: Truth or Dare, Noona
Chapter: Three (1, 2, 3a, 3b, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9)
Notes: BTS (ot7)
Words; Characters: 890
Other formats: AO3
Tags/Warnings: smut, truth or dare, sub!taehyung, sub!jungkook, sub!hoseok, dom!seokjin, dom!yoongi, switch!namjoon, dom!jimin, kinks, little!taehyung, he just likes acting cute, fluff, angst, bdsm, choking, spanking, bjs, rimming, edging, little!jungkook, spit, safewords, messy, shower sex, face slapping, cock slapping, pegging, drinking, bukkake, bruises, cuddles, oppa kink, noona kink, Jimin’s an ass
Summary: A very messy blowjob with dom!Seokjin. And uh, there’s a bit of violence like face slapping, deepthroating, coughing, gagging - and lots of spit. Seokjin likes it messy.
Your appetite demanded touch and you prayed that Jimin would fill your greed either by himself or with any of them. "Dare" you managed to say with willing enthusiasm. Jimin debated having you repeat yourself but his needs were just as rapacious as yours. "I dare you to spin this bottle and suck whoever it lands on for 7 minutes." Your current state of bliss and need didn't impede your ability to walk or, in this case, spin the bottle which as luck would have it, landed on...
"Tell her how you want it, Seokjin. You have 7 minutes." Yoongi, as nonchalantly as possible, pulls out his phone and gets ready to "time it exactly".
Jin bends down, eyes level with your face, lips slightly redder than your cheeks. His warm, alcohol-scented breath fondles the heat of your blushing face as he grabs your jaw. "You're on your hands and knees for me already, noona? So eager." You're not used to Jin being anything other than the maknae-like hyung of the boys. "Anything goes until you say your safeword. Shake your head if you understand."
"Good girl. Now get on your knees and look at me." You eagerly obliged. "Undo my pants but look up at me." You wanted to chastise yourself for going along with this but you couldn't. Everything felt so right. You hadn't noticed his Super Mario boxers until you looked down and couldn't help giggle a bit at this dongsaeng's adorable nature. Smack! Your once flushed face turns a rosier shade of red. "What did I say, noona?"
"I-"
"Did I give you permission to look down?" His strong hand was now holding your jaw, forcing your eyes to look at his. "I want you to stay looking up at me the entire time. Your eyes on my face for the next seven minutes. Don't move without me giving an order. This is not for you. It's for me." You nod and keep your eyes on his. "That's it," his hand releasing your now sore jaw. "Show me how good a girl you can be, noona." You wanted to prove yourself to him, that you are a good girl, that you can listen, and that they won't regret offering this to you. You'd made up your mind that no matter what happens tonight, you will be good to all of them.
He was big, bigger than you would have imagined. His large hand reaching into your hair as he drove you face first into his groin, breathing in the scent of the shampoo he must have used earlier, before ramming again and again into your inexperienced throat. You wanted to claw and stop him. It was too much, much too soon. But you were enjoying this feeling of being used, of being useful. He held your face against him, his member receiving pleasure from your gagging. "Let that drool fall on your breasts, hun. Yes, like that." Again and again, he forced his member into and out of your mouth, sometimes holding your head in place as you gagged and spit flowed down your breasts. Just as he said, just as he liked. "You're making such a mess, noona. Look how filthy you are." You wanted to look, to see how dirty you had become for him. Your desire to please was stronger. You'd have to wait until he finished using you. "I'm almost there Y/N. Don't stop being good for me." He drove his hips with a force you'd never felt before and you were choking, gagging, coughing. There was no focusing on anything else. It was just you and Seokjin. Tears began streaming down your eyes from overuse and pure bliss, which he called "beautiful" and "only for me".
It felt like it was only for him, like you'd never do anything like this ever again unless it was him. Jin's breathing hitched and his thrusts became erratic. You're glad he ordered you to look at him or else you wouldn't have been able to see how beautiful he looked when his eyes squeezed shut as he held your head, fingers intertwined in your hair, and cum saturating your throat. His body was spent. "You did so good for me." You realized that's all you wanted to hear. It didn't matter if you were pleasured, if you came. You wanted to make Jin happy, please him. If you could live to serve him, you would.
"Show me how good you were." You nodded and opened your mouth, showing him that you'd listened, you hadn't swallowed. You didn't make any moves without his orders. He wanted to give you aftercare for doing so well, but when you heard the alarm, you remembered it wasn't just you and Seokjin. No, there were 6 other males in this room. 6 other males who must have all liked what they were watching because their cheeks were flushed and they were either holding or palming their erections, some even taking the liberty to place their hands directly inside their pants. Jin gave you a kiss on the nose and spun the bottle. "I dare..." you watched as the bottle spun, going past several members until it landed on "Yoongi.. Shower with noona. Do whatever you want. You have 15min. Oh, and use the big bathroom so everyone can watch."
Title: Truth or Dare, Noona
Chapter: Three (1, 2, 3a, 3b, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9)
Notes: BTS (ot7)
Words; Characters: 1276
Other formats: AO3
Tags/Warnings: smut, truth or dare, sub!taehyung, sub!jungkook, sub!hoseok, dom!seokjin, dom!yoongi, switch!namjoon, dom!jimin, kinks, little!taehyung, he just likes acting cute, fluff, angst, bdsm, choking, spanking, bjs, rimming, edging, little!jungkook, spit, safewords, messy, shower sex, face slapping, cock slapping, pegging, drinking, bukkake, bruises, cuddles, oppa kink, noona kink, Jimin’s an ass
Summary: “We only ever have one girl at a time.” This chapter is wild because when I wrote it Euphoria hadn’t come out yet and I basically told the future. Stan BTS. The next part has dominant Jimin and a wild, messy blowjob with Seokjin. This one establishes the safeword and gives a glimpse at little sub!Jungkook.
You looked around and noticed the sun was now setting into a beautiful color scheme that made you long to be outside in the cold. Taehyung and Kookie were running through the house with an "Aish, don't spill that" by Yoongi while Seokjin and Hoseok were setting up pillows. "Where's Namjoon?" you inquired. You needed his calming presence if you were going to play this game. "Yah, Y/N! I asked you Truth or Dare and you didn't answer. Do you already want a penalty?"
"Jimin, wait until everyone is in here before starting or you'll be the one with the penalty." Yoongi ordered from the couch. You could kiss him right now, saving the day with his eyes still closed. Pulling away from Jimin, who felt reluctant to let go, you sat down by Yoongi who continued his current position. "E-everyone Y-yoongi? Does that mean I won't be the only girl?" With this he put his hands behind his head and looked at you studiously. "We only ever have one girl at a time."
The room fell silent and somehow the air seemed to mix with both hot and cold pressures. Was this something you were supposed to know? How many times have they done this? You felt the indent of the cushion next to you before warm hands came and wrapped your sweater around you tightly, holding you close to them and caressing your hair. "Y/N, don't worry. This is only our second time. The first time didn't exactly work out. Which is why we chose someone we can trust this time around." Hoseok was doing his best to pacify your worries and it felt nice being held, but the entire event seemed unreal.
"Okay" Namjoon appeared suddenly, "We need a safeword if we're going to do this right. I vote on red for stop and yellow for slow down."
A safeword? Seeing the perplexing look on your face, Hoseok told you what a safeword was and how to use it. "... Sometimes you want out of a situation, like overstimulation" he laughs "but not bad enough to say the safeword. You can use yellow in place to tone it down a notch but not stop or not say anything at all. Does that make sense, noona?" His eyes were the kindest eyes in existence and despite this being your first time hearing about safewords, you couldn't help but feel relaxed and trusting. "Yes Hobi, it does."
With a smile to rival the sun, he held you closer but loosely. It felt nice, calming even. "Oh, and since stop is not the safeword. Saying stop is similar to saying any random thing or in some cases it just makes everything more exciting. Isn't that right, hyung?" Chuckling to himself and nudging at Yoongi whose eyes are barely open. You move before Hoseok gets a kick to the butt followed by a slight gummy smirk. Nope, not just fanservice you thought.
Jungkook made his way over standing in front of you now. "Do you want to try it, noona? Using the safeword before starting the game? You can pinch me and when it's too much, I'll say 'red' and then you'll stop. Okay?" This was not something you wanted to do. Violence of any kind wasn't in your vocabulary. You might seem tough but you're actually pretty gentle when it comes to other people and pinching the maknae isn't something you would ever voluntarily do.
"I'll do it.. to you Y/N." Jimin says, sounding a bit too eager. "You should have a few practices before we start. It's important you understand this." Namjoon adds. You shake your head in answer. "I need you to verbalize it, princess." Jimin's plump lips are nestled against your neck once more and it feels right, like you need him to be there. He's being such an asshole but of all the members he is turning you on the most. You wondered if your cheeks or ears were flushed, something you could blame on the weather if needed. You'd hate to admit it, would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that he can treat people like this and get away with it. Grabbing you by the wrist with one hand, Jimin looks at you and trails his index finger from your lips to your ear and down your neck, gauging for any reaction you might have. Bringing your hand up to his lips and never leaving eye contact, "You like that, don't you princess?"
Before he can kiss or before you can kiss him, despite better judgments and an internal protest as a lingering heat rises from your core, you jerk your hand away and stand closer to Jungkook, arms interlinked, defiant and definitely trusting in Jungkook more than Jimin currently. "Kookie can do it! But first...can I have something to drink?" Maybe a bit of alcohol would give you the courage you need.
"Just in time Y/N. I found these recipes and you all will be my first experiment." Seokjin seriously has a cute smile, you thought. And face and his shoulders are- "Jimin, Taehyung help me carry these to the living room." You wondered if he didn't ask Namjoon because, well, god of destruction.
Jungkook took you by the hand and led you to an extremely comfortable looking setup; full of pillows, stuffed toys, and blankets. Wasn't Jin and Hobi setting this up a few minutes back? "Noona, if you need to hold a stuffed animal while I pinch you that's okay. But we need to practice a few times and then we can start." The look in his eyes seemed to be pleading for you to say yes. He was a lot more endearing at home. You imagined he just played Overwatch, trolled his hyungs, and had his solitude moments, but this- this was really cute. "Okay Kookie. Do you want to help me choose which one?" At that the maknae's eyes lit up and said "Yes Noona! Here, Binky will help you! She's really tough and will hold onto you." Binky, a pink stuffed bunny with floppy ears and pastel green bow on her head. "She's my favorite but I don't need her right now." The heartstrings were tugged and you couldn't help holding the maknae against your chest, stroking his hair gently as he cooed in your arms.
"What a sight, Ggukie!" Jin exclaimed setting the drinks down.
"Yeah. Great. Here, both of you take 2 shots each and get it over with." Jimin urged, upset that it was nearly dark and nothing exciting had happened.
Two shots down each and you both realized it wasn't just Soju. The feeling hit you hard and fast, like euphoria mixed with lust. Everything about life was beautiful. The most beautiful moment in life, you laughed to yourself. "Korea's Liquid Cocaine" briefed Hoseok who had just downed one himself. You could feel your head getting lighter, the brightness of the room made it seem like you were floating towards the heavens only for the ceiling to block you, which was fine because now everything had aesthetic qualities. The ceiling, your hands, Binky, all the boys. Especially all the boys. You noticed little things you'd never recognized before, always being on your guard, like how Jimin's cheeks flush a rosy color or how Seokjin has an intense but loving stare or that Hoseok has the most perfectly proportioned body you'd ever seen.
Jungkook reached his hand out to you, touching your skin to get your attention, and awakening something feral in you. You didn't want to "practice" anything. You understood when to use safewords and you wanted to play. Now.
