to the ones that get completely foggy when they’re worked up, i need you. yes you, the one with absolutely no thoughts behind those pretty eyes when you’re craving me. head completely empty. mind so entirely dumb that the only thing consuming you is wondering when i'm finally going to touch you. i love watching that glaze steal over your eyes when i step into your space. your focus narrowing down until the rest of the world just blurs out around us.
i love how that little brain of yours goes dumber by the minute, every time i get closer with every slow touch of my hands against your skin. you need me so bad that your mind just turns to pure mush. it’s sweet. you can't even form a coherent sentence when i'm tracing my fingers down your neck, your jaw falling open just a little bit because trying to think and feel me at the same time is just way too much for that soft head of yours.
you’re just a pretty breathless thing when you're under me. all your thoughts evaporating the minute i slide my fingers inside you, stretching you open until you can't even remember your own name. it’s cute how hard you try to hold onto a single logical thought, only for me to curl my fingers deeply inside you and watch you completely dissolve. eyes rolling back as you let out the most pathetic little whines.
come here and let me fuck all those thoughts straight out of you. just shut your brain off for me and let mommy do all the thinking for you. you don't need a single thought in that head when you belong to me anyway. i need you to just let go of every capability you have. lying there limp while my fingers strip you away from every piece of sanity you ever had.
i'm just going to keep going, filling you up and ruining you to your favorite rhythm until your brain is fried by the pleasure. just drowning you in it until you're dazed and dependent on my voice to tell you what to do next. you get so beautifully dumb when you're horny for me baby. just blank and ruined.
i just want to watch you cross that line where your vocabulary fails you. when you're trying so hard to ask for more but all that comes out of your mouth are these meaningless little whimpers because your mind is too filled with pleasure to remember how words work. i’m just going to lean down, brush your messy hair out of your sweating face and smile down at how vacant you look. don't even try to speak baby. you're too far gone for that. just lay there and be mommy's quiet good girl.
by the time i decide to let you cum, you won't have the capacity to process what's happening. your body is just going to violently shake and twitch, your mind thoroughly wiped clean that you're just a puddle of sensation. you're just so perfect when i turn your brain off.
Bang Chan / Lee Know/ Changbin / Hyunjin / Han / Felix / Seungmin / Jeongin
Note:finally, my favorite sub 😭
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Okay, I finally get to talk about my man. Let’s be real , we need to discuss Changbin because this guy has been living rent-free in my head for way too long.
Everyone looks at him and sees this big, muscular, strong man with huge arms and a deep voice… but I’m 100% convinced that in bed, he’s one of the biggest submissives to ever exist. Like, extremely submissive. The type who completely melts the second his girl takes control.
Changbin looks like he could destroy you, but the truth is he wants to be destroyed by you. He wants his girlfriend/wife to dominate him completely, and that contrast makes him insanely hot to me. I personally love this side of him so much
He’s the kind of guy who gets weak instantly when you use a firm tone with him. Just hearing “Be a good boy for me, Binnie” or “Get on your knees” is enough to make his cock hard. He loves when you boss him around — telling him exactly what to do, where to touch, how fast or slow to go, and when he’s allowed to cum. The more control you take, the needier, more desperate, and more pathetic he becomes… and I find that incredibly cute and sexy.
When he eats you out:
Changbin is genuinely obsessed with giving oral. He gets so excited when you tell him to go down on you. He drops to his knees right away, looking up at you with those eager, shiny eyes while waiting for your permission. The second you say yes, he buries his face between your thighs like a starved man
He’s so enthusiastic — licking long, slow stripes up your pussy, sucking on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, and moaning loudly against you because he loves your taste that much. He’ll push his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his nose rubs against your clit. If you sit on his face? He ascends. He grabs your thighs tightly and pulls you down harder, licking and sucking like his life depends on it, whimpering and moaning under you. He wants you to use his face, grind on his tongue, and cum all over him. He doesn’t stop even after you orgasm — he keeps licking you softly, cleaning you up, until you tell him to stop. There are even times he cums untouched just from eating you out.
When you suck or touch him:
At the beginning, he gets shy and embarrassed, but once you start, he falls apart so beautifully. He loves being teased. He’ll whimper and beg so cutely, hips twitching because he’s trying so hard not to thrust into your mouth or hand. Praise absolutely destroys him. Call him “Good boy”, “You’re so hard for me”, or “Look at how pretty you are when you’re desperate” and he’ll moan loudly, cock leaking all over.
His cock… I don’t think it’s one of those massive, intimidating ones. I’d say it’s around 14 or 15 cm, but fuck, it’s so thick. Really thick and heavy, the kind that stretches you open so good and leaves you feeling completely full and stuffed. The head is plump, rosy, and extremely sensitive, and there’s a thick vein running along the shaft that you can feel pulsing when he’s really turned on. And the best (or worst) part? He cums so much. Thick, heavy loads that shoot out in strong spurts, always a ridiculous amount, sometimes even surprising himself. On top of that, his cock is insanely sensitive — after he cums once, even the lightest touch, lick, or squeeze makes his whole body shake violently. He starts whimpering, moaning loudly, and begging, becoming an overstimulated, desperate, trembling mess, which makes edging and overstimulation him so much more fun and addictive
He has crazy stamina, but becomes extremely sensitive after he cums. He loves (and hates) overstimulation. After his first orgasm, if you keep sucking or stroking him, he’ll shake, whimper, and cry out things like “It’s too much, baby, please…” but if you actually stop, he’ll beg you to continue because he loves feeling completely at your mercy
Changbin loves when you fuck him. Whether you’re riding him, pegging him, or using toys — he wants it all. His favorite position is you on top, riding him hard while he grips the sheets or your thighs, looking up at you with glassy, desperate eyes. He adores when you pin his wrists above his head or wrap your hand around his thick neck. It makes him feel owned and small, even though he’s so big and muscular.
He’s very vocal and expressive. Expect lots of pretty moans, needy whimpers, and broken sentences like “Please…”, “I can’t—”, “I’ll be good, I promise…”, and “Thank you, thank you—”. He has a huge praise kink. The more you tell him how good he feels, how strong he looks while breaking down, or how beautiful he is when he’s begging — the faster he loses it.
He also has a breeding kink, but in a very submissive way. He goes crazy when you tell him you’re going to milk him dry, that you want him to fill you up, or that he has to cum deep inside you until it leaks out. He’ll moan loudly and thrust up desperately whenever you say things like that.
Changbin loves being marked. He wants your hickeys all over his chest, neck, and thighs. He wants to look in the mirror the next day and see proof that he belongs to you.
When he misbehaves (or pretends to), he gives you the biggest puppy eyes — big round eyes, pouty lips, and a soft “I’m sorry…” He knows exactly how weak you are to that look and uses it. Most of the time you forgive him quickly because he’s too adorable, but when you do decide to punish him… he secretly loves it. Edging, spanking, orgasm denial — he takes everything so well.
Aftercare with him is the softest thing ever. The second the scene ends, he turns into the biggest baby. He’ll nuzzle into your chest, hide his face in your neck, and crave all the cuddles, kisses, and praise in the world. He loves when you clean him up, stroke his hair, and tell him how good he was. He’ll whisper “I love you so much…” while clinging to you, still a little shaky from how hard he came.
In short:Changbin might look like the strongest and toughest guy in the room… but behind closed doors, he’s your sweet, desperate, obedient boy who lives to please you and be used by you. He wants to be dominated, praised, overstimulated, and loved by his girl — and he’s not ashamed to beg for it.
I swear this man was made to be submissive. I’m completely obsessed with this version of him… especially because I think it’s the truest one.
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Mini scenario🤭
You had Changbin exactly where you wanted him — lying on his back in the middle of the bed, completely naked, thighs spread wide, and his thick, hard cock throbbing in your hand.
His chest was heaving, muscles glistening with sweat. His big arms were stretched above his head, hands gripping the headboard tightly like you’d told him to. His eyes were glassy, lips parted, letting out those pretty, desperate whimpers you loved so much
“P-please…” he whined, voice already breaking as you stroked him slowly, torturously.
You tightened your grip around his thick shaft, pumping him with long, firm strokes while your thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the constant leak of precum. Changbin’s hips jerked up involuntarily, but you pressed your other hand on his lower stomach, keeping him down.
“Stay still, Binnie,” you warned softly. “Good boys don’t move unless I say so.”
He let out a broken sob, nodding frantically. “Y-yes… I’m sorry— I’ll be good… I’ll be so good for you…”
You sped up your hand, stroking him faster, twisting your wrist just the way he liked. His cock was rock hard, veins pulsing under your fingers, the head an angry red and dripping nonstop. Every time you squeezed the head, his whole body twitched violently.
“F-fuck— baby— it feels too good…” he moaned, head falling back against the pillow. His thighs were already starting to tremble.
You didn’t stop. You kept pumping him through it, using both hands now — one stroking his length while the other played with his heavy balls, rolling them gently. Changbin’s breathing turned into short, desperate gasps. His abs clenched hard, and his cock twitched wildly in your grip
“Please… please, I’m so close— can I cum? Please let me cum…” he begged, voice shaky and pathetic in the best way
You smiled, leaning down to kiss his chest while your hand kept working him mercilessly.
“Not yet, baby. You can hold it a little longer for me, can’t you?”
He shook his head desperately, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as you kept stroking him without mercy.
“I c-can’t— I can’t hold it— please, I’m gonna cum— please let me cum, I’m begging you—” His voice cracked into a whimper as his whole body started shaking.
You squeezed the base of his cock tightly, stopping him right on the edge. Changbin let out a loud, broken cry, hips jerking desperately as he was denied again.
“Nooo— please… please, I’ve been so good… I need to cum so bad… it hurts…” he sobbed, looking at you with those big, watery puppy eyes.
You cooed at him softly, but your hand started moving again — faster this time, slick sounds filling the room as you jerked him hard and fast. His cock was impossibly harder, leaking so much it was dripping down your fingers.
“Look at you,” you murmured, voice sweet but cruel. “Such a big, strong man… trembling and crying just because I won’t let you cum yet.”
Changbin was shaking uncontrollably now. His thighs quivered violently, stomach muscles contracting, chest rising and falling rapidly. Tears slipped down the sides of his face as he kept begging.
“Please— please— I’m gonna explode— I can’t take it anymore— let me cum, baby, please let me cum— I’ll do anything—”
You leaned closer, biting his neck while your hand flew over his cock.
“Cum for me then, Binnie. Cum hard like a good boy.”
The moment you gave permission, Changbin broke.
With a loud, desperate moan that sounded almost like a sob, his entire body convulsed. Thick ropes of cum shot out of him, painting his abs and chest in messy streaks. You didn’t stop stroking him, milking him through his orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible.
Even after the first wave, you kept going
Changbin’s eyes widened in panic as overstimulation hit him full force
“W-wait— too much— it’s too much— ahh— fuck— please—!”
His body was shaking violently now, hips trying to escape your hand while his cock kept pulsing, releasing smaller spurts of cum. Tears were streaming down his face, but he didn’t tell you to stop. Instead, he kept whimpering:
“Don’t stop— please don’t stop— it hurts but feels so good— I love you— I love you so much—”
You finally slowed your hand, milking the last drops from his sensitive cock before letting go. Changbin collapsed completely, breathing heavily, body still twitching with aftershocks
You crawled up and pulled him into your arms, kissing his wet cheeks and sweaty forehead
“You did so well, baby,” you whispered, stroking his hair. “Such a perfect, obedient boy for me.”
Changbin nuzzled into your neck, still trembling, voice hoarse as he whispered back:
jerking jinshi off in front of a mirror while whispering praises into his ear 🤤🤤 orr pegging jinshi and forcing him to look in the mirror just so he could see how fucked out and pretty he looked while getting his hole destroyed..pls i need this man soo bad it's nkt even funny anymore 🥀🥀
the room smelled like incense.
dim lighting. silk everywhere.
the mirror in front of you was tall, unforgiving, perfect.
jinshi stood there—naked except for the collar you’d fastened around his neck. his face already flushed, his body tense.
and his cock… dripping, hard, twitching against his belly.
"look at yourself," you murmured, standing behind him, your chest brushing his shoulder.
"look, jinshi."
he bit his lip.
you wrapped your hand around his cock, slow, firm.
he whimpered.
"see how much it trembles? how it leaks just because i’m talking to you?"
in the mirror, he didn’t dare meet his own reflection.
but the blush on his face said enough.
his thighs twitched.
your hand moved over his cock with cruel tenderness.
"you look so pretty when you whimper," you whispered, licking his neck.
"so easy to ruin."
"don’t say that," he breathed.
"why not? because it’s true?"
you let go of him.
"bend over."
he obeyed.
his knees shook.
he braced himself on the edge of the lounge.
legs spread.
hole exposed. wet. needy.
you spit on it slowly.
dragged your fingers across it.
teased him until he whimpered again.
then you strapped on.
he heard the buckle click behind him—and moaned before you even touched him.
"already shaking," you teased. "and i haven’t even fucked you yet."
you lined up.
and pushed in.
slow. so slow.
inch by inch until he was stretched around it, thighs trembling, back arching like he couldn’t breathe.
"n-no, not like—ahh… not so slow…"
"why not? look how you’re sucking me in," you whispered, pushing deeper.
"like your body already knows it belongs to me."
he cried out.
you gripped his hips and started thrusting.
the sound of your hips slapping against his ass was obscene. wet. endless.
"look," you said again, voice lower now.
"look in the mirror."
he opened his eyes.
and he saw it.
his flushed face. the tears. the drool.
his cock, bouncing helplessly with every thrust.
his whole body wrecked.
"look how beautiful you are like this."
"look how good you take it."
"how perfect you are when you let go."
"i’m gonna cum—" he choked. "i’m gonna—"
"do it."
and he did.
he came untouched, moaning high and breathless, collapsing forward, painting the sheets beneath him with hot, desperate pleasure.
but you didn’t stop.
you kept fucking him.
slow. deep.
"i told you to look," you whispered again.
he was crying now. his thighs trembling. but his hips were still pushing back into you. still begging.
"you’re mine," you murmured in his ear.
"look. look at what you become when i use you."
and he did.
because jinshi, the proud, the perfect, the untouchable…
was now nothing but a crying, shaking, beautiful mess—
→ summary: after arriving home late from work, jimin punishes you by making you ride his thigh; but it's not that easy.
→ pairing: dom!jimin x femsub!reader
→ tags: smut, riding, thigh riding, dom, sub, edging, orgasm denial, kissing, soft dom, jimin, bts, punishment, helpless, pet names kinda
→ word count: 3k
→ a/n: I included more dialogue than I usually do soooo I hope u enjoy!
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the click of the front door was louder than you intended, echoing through the unnaturally silent apartment. you winced, kicking off your heels with a sigh of relief that was immediately swallowed by the suffocating stillness. it was after one in the morning. way later than you'd promised.
jimin's text from three hours ago burned a hole in your memory: 'waiting for you. don't be too long.' you'd meant to reply, to tell him the client dinner was running over, but your boss had droned on and on, and by the time you'd escaped, all you could think about was getting home. now, the consequences of that silence loomed large, tangible in the darkness of your shared living room.
a single lamp cast a warm, golden glow in the corner, illuminating the sleek lines of the sofa and the empty space on the coffee table where he usually left his book. he wasn't there. your heart started a nervous little rhythm against your ribs. you padded softly towards the bedroom, your stockinged feet silent on the hardwood floor.
the bedroom door was ajar. peeking inside, you saw him.
he was sitting in the armchair by the window, a silhouette against the moonlit glass. he hadn't turned on the main light, leaving him in shadow, but you could see the glint of light on his hair, the sharp line of his jaw. he was just… waiting. he hadn't changed out of his dark trousers and soft black sweater, the one that clung to his biceps in a way that always made your mouth a little dry.
"jimin?" you whispered, your voice barely a breath.
he didn't move. the silence stretched, thick and heavy, pressing down on you until you felt small. this was it. the calm before the storm. you knew him so well, knew the stillness was a far more dangerous sign than any outburst would be. it meant he was thinking, planning, and you were the subject of his thoughts.
"come here," he said, his voice low and even. it wasn't angry, not yet. it was worse. it was controlled.
you obeyed immediately, crossing the room until you stood before him. you could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the faint, clean scent of his cologne mixed with something that was uniquely jimin. you kept your eyes downcast, fixed on your hands clasped in front of you.
"look at me," he commanded.
slowly, you lifted your gaze. his face was partially in shadow, but you could see his eyes. they were dark, intense, and fixed on you with an unnerving focus. he reached out, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his touch a stark contrast to the cold authority in his voice.
"you're late," he stated simply. it wasn't a question.
"i'm sorry," you rushed out, the words tumbling over each other. "the dinner ran late, my boss wouldn't stop talking, and my phone died and i..."
he held up a hand, and you fell silent instantly. "i don't want to hear excuses. you know the rules. you promised you would be home by eleven. you promised you would text if you were going to be late."
"i know, i just..."
"no," he cut you off again, his voice dropping a register. "you didn't 'just' anything. you were careless. you were disobedient." he let his hand fall from your face, trailing down your neck, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. he could feel how fast your heart was beating. "and you know what happens when you break the rules, don't you, princess?"
a shiver, equal parts fear and anticipation, ran down your spine. you nodded, unable to form words.
"use your words."
"yes," you breathed out. "i… i get punished."
a small, humorless smile touched his lips. "that's right. you get punished." he leaned back in the chair, spreading his thighs slightly. the motion was casual, but it was a clear invitation, a command. "strip. slowly."
your fingers trembled as you reached for the zipper of your dress. the fabric whispered down your body, pooling at your feet in a dark heap. next came your bra, then your panties, until you were standing completely bare before him, the cool air raising goosebumps on your skin. you felt exposed, vulnerable under his steady gaze, which roamed over every inch of you like he was assessing his property.
"good girl," he murmured, though the praise did little to soothe your nerves. "now, come here."
you took a step closer, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his trousers, just below his belt buckle. "you're going to ride my thigh," he said, his voice a low purr that vibrated through you. "and you are not going to finish until i say so. do you understand me?"
your breath hitched. thigh riding. it was one of his favorite punishments. it was humiliating, deliciously so, forcing you to use his body for your own pleasure while he remained mostly detached, watching you fall apart. it was a test of control; his over you, and yours over yourself.
"yes," you whispered, your voice thick.
"louder."
"yes, sir."
"good." he patted his thigh, the fabric of his trousers smooth and expensive looking. "climb on."
with a deep, shaky breath, you swung a leg over his lap, straddling him. his hands immediately went to your waist, gripping you firmly and positioning you directly over his powerful thigh. the muscle was hard beneath you, even through the material of his pants. he kept you still for a moment, letting you feel the heat of him, the solid strength of the leg you were about to use.
"remember the rules," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. "no cumming. and i want you to look at me the entire time. don't you dare look away."
you nodded, your eyes locked with his. the intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming. he was enjoying this, enjoying your submission, the power he held over you.
"move," he commanded.
it was awkward at first. you began to rock your hips, a slow, uncertain rhythm. the friction was minimal, a dull tease against your most sensitive flesh. you could feel the slickness already building, coating his trousers as you moved. a flush of heat crept up your chest and neck, coloring your cheeks. you felt so exposed, grinding yourself on his leg like an animal in heat while he just watched.
"faster," he ordered, his grip on your waist tightening, guiding you into a more forceful rhythm. "don't be shy. you wanted to be late, now you're going to work for my forgiveness."
his words, sharp and degrading in the best possible way, spurred you on. you increased your pace, the friction becoming more intense, more focused. the hard muscle of his thigh pressed perfectly against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through you with every roll of your hips. you couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips.
he chuckled, a low, dark sound. "does it feel good? using my thigh to get yourself off like a desperate little thing?"
you bit your lip, nodding, your eyes still locked with his. you could see the satisfaction in his expression, the way his pupils dilated as he watched you lose yourself to the sensation. his hands roamed from your waist, up your back, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine before coming around to cup your breasts. he rolled your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them just hard enough to make you gasp.
"keep moving," he reminded you, his voice a low growl. "don't you dare stop."
you obeyed, your movements becoming more frantic as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly. you were so close. the pressure was building, an exquisite ache that demanded release. you could feel the orgasm right there, just out of reach, and you chased it, grinding down harder, faster, your breath coming in ragged pants.
"please," you begged, the word tearing from your throat. "jimin, please…"
"please what?" he asked, his tone mocking. "please let you cum? have you earned that? have you been a good?"
"i… i can be," you panted, your vision starting to blur at the edges. "i'll be so good, i promise, just please…"
he watched you for a moment, a predator assessing its prey. he could see how desperate you were, how your body trembled with the effort of holding back. he was pushing you, testing your limits, and you were failing so beautifully.
"no," he said, his voice flat and final. "you haven't earned it. slow down."
a sob of frustration caught in your throat. it was the cruelest punishment, to bring you to the very edge of bliss only to deny you. you forced your hips to slow, the rhythm becoming a torturous grind. the pleasure didn't subside, it just simmered, a low, persistent thrum that kept you on edge, desperate for more.
"that's better," he murmured, his hands returning to your hips, holding you in place. "i want you to feel it. i want you to think about what you did wrong. you were careless tonight. you made me worry."
the gentleness in his voice was almost worse than the commands. it was a reminder of the care beneath the dominance, the love that was the foundation for this entire dynamic. you had disappointed him.
the gentleness in his voice was almost worse than the commands. it was a reminder of the care beneath the dominance, the love that was the foundation for this entire dynamic. you had disappointed him. that was the true punishment, not the ache in your thighs or the desperate, unfulfilled throbbing between your legs.
"i'm sorry," you whispered again, the words thick with unshed tears of frustration and genuine remorse. you meant it with every fiber of your being. "i'm so sorry, jimin."
he hummed, a low, thoughtful sound in his chest. "i know you are. but being sorry isn't enough. you need to learn." he shifted his leg slightly, the movement making you gasp as the new angle sent a fresh wave of intense pleasure straight to your core. "now, show me how sorry you are. ride me like you mean it. make me believe you want my forgiveness."
with a choked sob, you complied. you poured all your regret, all your desperation, into the movement of your hips. you rode him with a renewed sense of purpose, your body slick and sliding against the expensive fabric of his trousers. the friction was exquisite, a perfect, maddening pressure against your clit that built the tension in your abdomen back up to an almost unbearable level. your hands, which had been resting on his shoulders for balance, gripped him tightly, your nails digging into the firm muscle through his sweater.
"look at me," he reminded you, his voice firm but not unkind.
your eyes, which had slipped shut in concentration, flew open. the sight of him nearly undid you. his face was still cast in shadow, but his eyes burned with a dark fire. his lips were slightly parted, his gaze fixed on the point where your body met his thigh, watching as you used him for your pleasure. a faint flush colored his own cheeks, and you knew, with a jolt of satisfaction, that this was affecting him too. he wasn't as detached as he pretended to be. his control was a carefully constructed facade, and you were the only one who could see the cracks.
"please," you begged again, your voice ragged. "please, i'll do anything. i need it."
"what do you need?" he prompted, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, squeezing the flesh and pulling you harder against him. "tell me. use your words."
"i need to cum," you cried out, the admission humiliating and thrilling all at once. "please, let me come for you. i want to be good, i want to be a good girl."
he was silent for a long moment, letting you writhe and whimper on his lap. the only sounds in the room were your desperate pants and the wet, slick sounds of your movements. he was enjoying your torment, savoring the power he held. he was the master of your body, the keeper of your pleasure, and right now, he was denying you.
"no," he said again, the single word a devastating blow. "you don't get to cum yet. you're not sorry enough."
tears of pure frustration finally spilled over, tracking hot paths down your cheeks. it was too much. the pleasure, the denial, the humiliation. you felt like you were going to shatter into a million pieces.
"stop crying," he commanded, his voice softening slightly as he used his thumb to wipe away a tear. "you know i hate it when you cry." he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. "unless they're tears of pleasure. are you going to give me tears of pleasure, princess?"
you could only shake your head, your body trembling uncontrollably. you were so close, so agonizingly close. the coil in your belly was wound so tight it felt like it would snap at any second.
"then i guess you'll have to keep trying," he whispered, before capturing your lips in a punishing kiss.
it was all teeth and tongue, a dominant, claiming kiss that stole the air from your lungs. he devoured you, his tongue exploring your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip. the kiss was a brand, a mark of his ownership, and it sent you spiraling. your hips bucked wildly, grinding against him with abandon, chasing an orgasm you knew you weren't allowed to have.
he broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. "slowly," he ordered, his voice strained. "i said slowly."
you tried, you really did. you forced your hips to slow their frantic pace, but your body was fighting you, desperate for release. every slow, deliberate roll of your hips was a form of torture, the pleasure building and building with no hope of relief.
"that's it," he praised, his hands stroking your back soothingly. "just like that. so good for me, following directions even when it's hard."
his praise was a balm and a weapon. it soothed your nerves while simultaneously stoking the fire in your core. you wanted to be good for him. you wanted to please him more than you wanted your own release.
"who do you belong to?" he asked, his voice a low murmur against your ear.
"you," you answered immediately, your voice a breathy moan. "i belong to you."
"and who decides when you get to cum?"
"you do. only you."
"good girl," he said, and this time, the praise felt genuine, earned. "you're learning."
he let you continue like that for what felt like an eternity, a slow, agonizing rhythm that kept you teetering on the very edge of release. your thighs burned with the effort, your body trembled with exhaustion and need. you were completely at his mercy, a puppet with him pulling the strings.
finally, just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he spoke again.
"stop," he commanded.
you froze, your body rigid with anticipation. your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the silence of the room.
"look at me," he said, his voice soft, but still holding an undercurrent of authority. "have you learned your lesson?"
you nodded vigorously, your eyes wide and pleading. "yes. yes, sir. i'll never be late again. i'll always text. i promise."
he studied your face, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity. he must have found what he was looking for, because a slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips.
"good," he said. "because i hate punishing you." he leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your forehead. "but i do love watching you fall apart."
his hands moved from your hips, one sliding up to tangle in your hair, the other snaking between your bodies. his elegant fingers found your clit, swollen and sensitive from your exertions.
"i think you've earned your reward," he whispered, his thumb circling the tight bundle of nerves. "cum for me, princess. cum all over my hand. now."
that was all it took. the combination of his words, his touch, and the hours of built-up tension sent you flying over the edge. your orgasm crashed over you with the force of a tidal wave, a blinding, all-consuming pleasure that ripped a scream from your throat. your body convulsed, your back arching as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you. you were dimly aware of jimin's voice in your ear, murmuring praises as he worked you through your orgasm, his fingers never ceasing their relentless assault.
when it was over, you collapsed against him, boneless and spent, your body trembling in the aftermath. he held you close, his arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace. for a long time, you just stayed like that, your head on his shoulder, his heart beating steadily under your ear.
"you were so beautiful," he murmured, his lips pressed against your hair. "so perfect for me."
you hummed in contentment, too exhausted to speak. he shifted, standing up with you still in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. he carried you to the bed, laying you down gently against the cool sheets. he disappeared for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth. he cleaned you up with a tenderness that brought fresh tears to your eyes, this time of gratitude and love.
when he was done, he climbed into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms and tucking the blanket around you. you snuggled against him, your head on his chest, feeling safe and cherished.
"i'm sorry i was late," you whispered, your voice sleepy.
"i know," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "but you're forgiven now. get some sleep, princess."
you closed your eyes, a feeling of deep contentment settling over you. the punishment was over. you had learned your lesson. and you were, once again, his good girl.
Whining as she pushes a finger in. “Already moaning at one finger? my my,” I breathe heavy and pout. She rubs her thumb over my bottom lip as she pushes in a second and i let out a half gasp half moan. “Oh baby…that’s it,” She starts pumping her fingers in and out of my pussy “There we go…nice and wet.” My hand grabs at her wrist with whines, “Hands up baby, don’t stop me,” I moan as i look at her, an older woman with more experience than me taking my virginity like she was made to. “Mmm…mommy!,” I whimper and tug at her shirt. “Go….gonna cum mommy” I plead to her. I buck and squirm trying to fuck myself on her fingers, “Needy girl… don’t cum until i tell you to, understand?” I quickly nod, fighting back my orgasm with whines. Her hands slide up my tummy, over my tits and right around my throat. I feel warmth gushing through me and i let go cumming all over her hand, looking up at her with puppy eyes and panting into soft whimpers hoping she won’t punish me.
!! pairing: Nishimura Riki!Idol x Fem!Reader!Choreographer
!! synopsis: You're his dance instructor and he keeps "accidentally" grinding against you during the choreography, asking if his form is correct
!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub Reader, dom Niki, oral (M receiving), pet names, piv gagging, deep throat, public kinda, head pushing, face fucking
a/n guys idk if im just horny but i want a man to spit in my mouth like right now
You watched Niki do the same turn over incorrectly for what felt like the millionth time. "Niki, I swear to god if you get this wrong one more time I'll make you plank till I say failure." You huff as you walk towards him.
Your hands wrap around his hips, mimicking the steps and the turn. Niki's back grinds against you, you sigh and shake your head and back away. "Was that right noona?" he says with a mischievous grin.
"When you turn, stop pivoting with your shoulder, you should be turning with your hip," you scold. You do your eight count and show him the move again. When you reach the part that Niki was struggling with, you move slowly.
Niki's eyes track your body and he licks his lips. He loved it when you were assigned to help with the choreo. He could easily get the moves down. It was the fact that he liked seeing you getting riled up when he kept getting it wrong and how you were patient with him anyway.
"Niki, are you paying attention?" Of course he wasn't waiting till you guys would reach his favorite part of training with you.
"Yes, pivot, I get it," he says with a cocky tone.
"Oh really?" You cross your arms over your chest. "From the top then."
You step out of the way and let Niki take his spot in front of the mirror. You start the music, "5…6…5, 6, 7, 8." He begins his moves smoother than they were before, no longer jerky like before. The least you could say is that you are proud of him. You know why he was doing better.
He finishes, hair in his eyes, his chest heaving. "Better?" You nod as you walk over to where you had set your bag down when you came in. "That's it? All you're gonna do is nod?"
"What would you like me to do, Niki?" You ask as you unscrew the top of your water bottle. As you tip it to your lips, the water glides down your throat as Niki watches every movement that you do, with an almost predatory gleam in his eye.
"Good job, Niki would do just fine, y/n."
You roll your eyes at him as you place your water bottle down and sit cross-legged with your back against the mirror. "Why would I say that if that isn't what I believe? You could have done the move right all along; it was the fact that you wanted to get me riled up."
That wasn't a lie, and Niki would admit it himself multiple times. "Come on, Noona, you know it's fun."
"Niki, you do understand that if you mess up the moves it comes back on me, right?"
"Yeah, I know that, but come on, I already have it down and we both know that."
"I do know that, but you're honestly wasting my time," you scold as he smiles at you. "Stop it."
His grin getting wider as every second passes, "I got the perfect thing to make up for lost time." He says, squatting down in front of you, cupping your chin, pulling you close. His breath ghosting your lips.
"You gonna kiss me or what?" And there you were acting like a brat as if he wouldn't punish you for your mouth.
He moves forward, clashing his lips onto yours, enticing a gasp from your throat. The sloppy nature of the kiss reminding you what was going on. Your hands tangle into the back of his hair.
He kissed back with feverish effort. He pulls away with strings of spit still connecting you. He stands up, towering over your sitting form, he fills with the waistband of his pants before pulling, revealing his throbbing length. The mushroom tip leaks out, your mouth waters at the sight as you press your legs together.
"Be a good girl and suck me off, yeah?" He murmurs as his hand finds your hair, pushing you toward him. "Open up, baby," he says as he slaps his cock on the side of your cheek.
You quickly open your mouth as he pushes in slowly. You never could take him all the way in your throat, your hands stroking the parts you couldn't get. You hollow out your cheeks as you bob your head faster, the blunt tip hitting the back, gagging softly, having Niki groaning at the vibration.
"Come on, baby, you can take more, can't you?" He pushes your head so far your nose touches his pelvis as you gag hard. He lets you up for air and you gasp as spit trails down your chin.
You look up at Niki through your lashes, wanting him to put his cock back in your mouth. You needed it, feeling yourself soaking your panties the more time passed. "Tap my thigh if it gets too much." You nod quickly.
Niki shoved his cock back in your throat, grabbing the back of your head, driving his hips forward over and over. Your nails make perches in his thighs as you gag around him. Spit rolling down his length, the wet sound echoed off the walls. If your brain wasn't short-circuiting every time Niki hit the back of your throat, you would be worried that someone would hear.
His hips stutter a couple times before he spills into your mouth with a loud groan. "Swallow every drop." You greedily drink it down, stroking his cock to milk out all of it.
He pulls up his pants and kisses you. "Let's get lunch." You whine at the fact that you didn't cum yet. "Baby, we are not going to eat food."
Niki chuckles darkly as he pulls you up from the floor. "Don't worry, noona, I always take care of what's mine."
