PLEASE write me a spanking session with Jeongguk I’m begging 🥺
OH HELLLLLLL YEAAAAAAAAAA
warnings: gratuitous spanking from rich exec, Jeongguk .
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“I told you you’d get in trouble,” Jeongguk said as he slidhis hand down the smooth skin of your back. You were laid out across his kneesas he sat on the edge of the bed. He was fully clothed, much to your chagrin,but you were bare from head to toe and far from getting anything you wanted.You had flirted a little too much with the bartender in his opinion,even if it did get him quite a few free drinks. Your ass cheeks were red, andthe sting was not quite going away.
He had warned you when you brought him his thirddrink. His eyes were dark as you walked up and they glistened menacingly in thelight.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked with a straightface.
You had tried to act coy. “What do you mean?”
You sat the drink in front of him and he grabbed your wristbefore you could pull away.
“_____. What are you doing?”
“Getting you drinks.” There was no use fighting him, you knewexactly what he was talking about.
“You can quit flirting now. I can afford the tab.” You knewhe could, his credit card was black after all, but there was some satisfactionknowing that you had the effect that got you free drinks. You’d also be lyingif you said you didn’t like it when Jeongguk got jealous. When you first methim, you thought he was way out of your league, you being a cocktailwaitress and him an executive at a gaming company, but he proved that wrongwhen he asked for your number and took you on date after date until he wasasking you to quit your job and move in.
He watched you silently as you brought yet another drink tothe table without having paid for it.
“You’re really doing this, huh?” He looked almost sorry ashe smiled sadistically at you.
That’s what got you here in such a compromising position. Hishand came down hard on your right cheek. If only he were doing this whilenaked, it would make it better, but there was something carnal that aroseinside of you knowing you were dripping on his designer jeans and the amount ofwillpower he held when it came to torturing you. He held both wrists behindyour back in his left hand. He leaned on his right hand, elbow in the small ofyour back, and you heard him hum as he mocked thinking.
“You wouldn’t be like this if you listened, you know?”
All you could do was whimper. You loved this. You loved thelong torturous nights of him spanking you until your skin was numb. Some nightshe’d fuck you, others he would tuck you into bed when you were done and nestleup behind you, falling asleep instantly as if he hadn’t done a thing. Themystery is what kept you going; you never knew how this would end.
Four more slaps, one right after the other, landed againstyour skin; two for each cheek.
“I’m not really sure if I should fuck you tonight or evenfor the rest of the week. Not until you’ve learned your lesson at least.”
You whimpered, hands balled into fists, as you thought ofthe long week ahead of you. Maybe you should have planned this a little better.
Another slap connected to your skin.
“Every night. Every night, I’m going to lay you over my lap,spank you until you’re dripping just like this,” he said running his fingersalong your folds and causing you to moan out, “and then I’m going to send youto bed and the next day I’ll do it again. I’m going to do it every day until Ithink you’ve learned your lesson and then I’ll think about fucking you,sweetheart. For now…,” he chuckled darkly, “I get to have fun.”
where is my berfday fic, thot? I’m 100% joking, duh but if you find a way to write a Drabble about me drunkenly word vomiting to JK about how perfect his ass is, I wouldn’t hate it. I recognize that all convos we’ve had are fodder for this nonsense.
HERE’S A LITTLE BERFDAY PRESENT MY LOVE.
WARNINGS: AWKWARDLY SPILLING YOUR LOVE FOR JK’S ASS
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Your face was beet red with the pressure. You were willing your lips to stay absolutely, irrevocably sealed. Thoughts began to rain down in your alcohol addled mind as your hazy stare was focused solely on the way Jungkook’s ass looked in those jeans.
Jungkook, your too-hot-for-you-roommate and the current apple of a certain best friend’s eye, so in short, was off limits to you. Over the past few months you had actually become pretty good friends. You both unspokenly shared chores around the house and you really had no complaints. Your only complaint was that he was so good looking that it hurt, and you were not allowed to act interested.
He was currently standing slightly on his tip toes, reaching high into the cabinet for a box of cookies you had so sweetly asked him for. You were both half a bottle down, collectively, of the new whisky he had brought home. The room swayed a little as your body relaxed so that your brain could focus on the fine specimen in front of you. You caught the corner of the counter and righted yourself. Ugh, you just…
“God, I wanna touch them so bad.”
Jungkook startled, hitting the box, which rained down on his head alongside a bag of chips. “What?”
“Just look at you. It’s unfair really.”
You were looking and gesturing towards his ass as if it were going to answer you. His eyes traveled from his own ass to your face. You had a far off look behind your eyes, but all your focus was on his lower half, one had still grasped the counter for dear life.
“What’s unfair?” He was equally as drunk and amused by your antics. He grabbed the cookies and sat them on the counter in front of you.
“That you look like this.” You gestured dramatically, sweeping your hand out like Vanna White from his head to his toes. “Fucking hard as a rock, looking like a fucking Greek god you fucking marble man.”
He started to laugh the more you rambled. His ears turned red before anything else, but the color was slowly creeping into his cheeks. You were too far gone to even notice.
“Your ass is SO tight. Like, I was just to place my hands on ‘em,” you cupped your hands delicately and placed them on the imaginary ass in front of you, “and hold them like little mochi cakes.”
“Little mochi cakes?!” He was full body laughing now, gripping the opposite edge of the island counter to steady himself. “What else?” He mocked seduction, thinking he was giving you a smolder when, in reality, his eyes were almost closed, and the dumbest smile was across his face.
“I look at it a lot, you know.” A hiccup escaped. “Especially when you wash dishes, fuck dude, you have a nice ass. Oh, oh, oh, especially when you wear those gray sweats.” Chef’s kiss into the air. “But all I can do is LOOK, so that’s what I’ll continue doing.” Your eyes slowly slipped closed as Jungkook’s became more alert and aware that you had quit talking.
“Why is that?” he asked loudly.
You started and looked at him squarely this time.
“Because you’re my roommate and my best friend has a hard on for you.”
“So?”
“Unspoken roommate and friend code. I’d be breaking two too many.”
“You made up those rules,” he stated.
“Yea, but…,” you made to stand and exit the kitchen as fast as possible. You knew this wouldn’t end well for you.
“Wait!” he said stumbling towards you. He held your hand softly in his as he reached out to you. “Fuck the rules. You’re coming to bed with me and telling me more about my ass and then maybe if you’re lucky,” he tried to wink and mock being some dirty fuckboy but it didn’t work, “you can tell me about it while I’m fucking you.”
So I heard a queen is high and ready to accept some saucy requests? 😏 well then how about Taehyung's hands. That's it just Taehyung's hands and whatever this kinkster can do with them (maybe include his huge ass rings and jewellery as well jsjs) 🤪 love you queen 💕
love YOU queen!!!
warnings: FINGER FUCKING
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If you could write just someone’s body part into your will,you would. You thought of this as your tutor, Taehyung, sat next to you at thepicnic table desperately trying to get you to understand music theory for thenth time this week. His left hand was spread flat across your book, keeping it openagainst the wind. Three rings graced those long fingers collectively. You watchedas an occasional sunbeam caught the silver on one and it glinted blindinglyinto your eyes but that didn’t matter. What mattered is that his graceful handswere on full display in front of you. You briefly looked at his right, whichheld a pen so lightly, it looked like he must have been taught to write by a royal.He was furiously scribbling across a piece of paper, letters connecting toletters, several exclamation marks in a row as he tried to explain something toyou in a different way for the fourth time. But you didn’t hear anything as youfocused on his left hand once more. That was why you didn’t feel his slightswitch as he angled his body towards you, and he reached his right hand overhis body and underneath the table to your heat. You startled, quickly closingyour legs over his hands, not having even noticed that they had fell open ontheir own.
“Nuh uh,” he said as he placed his hand on your thigh andpulled your legs apart once more. His fingers ran along the cotton of yourunderwear. “I see the way you look at my hands. I bet you haven’t heard anythingI’ve said over the last ten minutes.”
You couldn’t even defend yourself. He was right. You were justas close to learning anything about music theory as you were before the classeven started. He pushed your underwear aside and you felt the coolness of oneof his rings touch your thigh. The table was under a small pavilion, big enoughonly for the one table, and it was relatively obscured by trees but anyonegoing along the path might look over and see. You were suddenly nervous, andTaehyung seemed to sense it. He had never moved his left hand from the book, sohe looked down and smiled, talking to you but never looking at you.
“Just act interested in what I’m saying. I am tutoring youafter all. Only you can give us away, sweetheart.”
He pushed his finger inside of you until his cool ring wasnestled amongst your folds. He pulled his finger out almost all the way andpushed it back in. He angled his hand so that that roughness of the stonebrushed along your clit.
“Such a slut opening up for me in public like this.”
Your pussy squelched around his finger the faster he went,your juices dripping down his finger, and causing his ring to spin on hisfinger.
His lips were brushing along the shell of your ear now. Ifanyone looked over, they’d know exactly what he was doing but he didn’t seem tonotice nor care.
“You’ve wanted me to touch this pussy for a while. I knewyou were never listening to me.”
Small grains of wood pilled up underneath your fingernailsas they scraped along the table.
“Now moan for these afternoon walkers so they know how oftenyou’ve thought about me finger fucking you.”
sub Yoongi wrists tied up lying on his back, blindfolded & you put headphones on with the music loud. He can’t hear you he can’t see you he’s begging for you to touch him. Using your mouth just on the tip of his dick, fingers toying with his ass
yea babyyyyy
warnings: sensory deprivation, sub!yoongi, dom!reader, ass fingering, dick sucking (just the tip!)
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Yoongi was being extra whiny tonight. He had broken a few ruleswhen you guys had gone out because he was letting his dick think for him onceagain. He had asked you to please just “fuck him already” when you got home,which irritated you even further. Now, you had him exactly where you wanted, tiedup, blindfolded, and ready to get edged maybe. But he was still begging forrelief so that’s when you reached for noise cancelling headphones alreadyconnected to your phone.
“Please no,” he said as you placed them over his ears. Youturned on a soft classical tune so that his mind would lead him into falserelaxation. Despite it all, he still begged. So, you sat on your knees next tohim, watching his nose scrunch up cutely right underneath the blindfold, andmost of all, you watched his cock twitch against his stomach. He had his legsbent at the knees and spread, awaiting anything you would offer him. When onesong faded into the next, he finally gave up and fell silent. He was still justas hard as when the first song started. You placed your middle finger on yourtongue and swirled spit around it. Leaning forward you pressed your finger tohis asshole and smiled to yourself as he gasped. You pushed it in further, causinga moan from him to escape. You kept up a slow pace, torturous enough to havehim mumbling under his breath as to avoid trouble. You had to push his hipsdown with one hand when your lips first landed on the tip of his cock. He hadfoolishly tried to buck up into your mouth.
Now, you had a slow pace inside of him once more, the tip ofhis cock in your mouth, tongue swirling around it but never taking him further.You were hitting his prostate just enough to get him there…ever…so…slowly… Thetip of his cock was as red as his nose on a winter day. It leaked painfully onyour tongue as you continued teasing the tip.
“Please,” he begged minutes later.
You sped the pace of your finger, but never stopped theconstant attention you were just giving the tip of his cock. His thighs shookwith the pressure of his entire body willing itself to reach orgasm. Afterabout five minutes, the worst five minutes of his life if you asked him, his entirebody shuddered as he released in your willing mouth. Once you had swallowedevery last bit he had to give, you looked at your phone to see that he had cometo Vivaldi’s ‘Spring’. His body spasmed from time to time beneath you as hecame down from his high. Reaching forward you pulled the headphones off,hearing the small trill of a violin as the music continued to play.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“You’re mistaken if you think you’re done. I have four moreseasons to go through.”
