“There?” Jin wondered as he angled his hips to try and reach your g-spot.
“Little deeper please,” you sighed heavily, clutching the sheets beneath you. He pushed his hips closer to yours and a sudden gasp let him know that he had reached that special spot.
“Fuck, that’s it baby,” he groaned, your walls clenching around him from the brush of his cock against your g-spot. He began to slowly thrust in and out, making sure to touch your spot each time.
“Oh my fucking god,” you mumbled. “You’re so fucking deep baby.”
“Yeah? You love it though, don’t you?” Jin asked and you nodded quickly. Jin decided to take things up a notch and reached under you, his fingertips making contact with your clit. As soon as you felt them, you immediately shook your head and tried to scoot away from him.
“No daddy, please,” you pleaded. Jin kept a firm grip on you, not letting you move and you groaned as his fingers made circles on your clit.
“Now I’m daddy?” He asked teasingly and you hadn’t even realized that you said that. “Mm, I think daddy should make you come just like this. Don’t you think so baby?” He added more pressure to his fingers, which mixed with the feeling of his cock, made you realize how quickly an orgasm was building inside of you.
“Please, please daddy,” you nodded.
“I got you baby,” he smiled. “Daddy’s got you.”
“You really piss me the fuck off sometimes, you know that?” You fumed, getting up and stopping your way out of the living room. However, you didn’t get far before Yoongi grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop and turn around.
“I’m well aware, you tell me all the time,” he smirked. You tried prying your wrist from his grip but he refused to let you go.
“Get the fuck off me Yoongi!” You demanded but when you looked up at him, his gaze had turned hard and you froze.
“Yoongi?” He repeated and you mentally scolded yourself for your slip up. He pushed your shoulders, forcing you to step backwards until your back made contact with the wall. He set one hand on the wall next to your head, while the other made it’s way down your chest.
“That’s not my name baby girl,” he tutted, his hand finally reaching the apex of your thighs. His hand curls upward, cupping your pussy. You freeze, a shiver running through you. “Who am I to you baby?” He begins to ghost his fingers over your panty-clad clit, making you shudder in pleasure.
“D-daddy,” you whispered, making the previous smirk return to his face.
“Good girl. You know better.”
You open the front door to you and Namjoon’s apartment, stepping inside and not even caring enough to stop the door from slamming behind you. The loud noise causes Namjoon to look up from his spot on the couch and he instantly recognizes the type of day you must’ve had just from the look on your face.
“Baby girl,” he cooed, holding his arms out to you. “Come to daddy.” You immediately rush over to him, lowering yourself down so that you were straddling his thighs.
“Bad day?” He wondered and you nodded lightly.
“Fucking terrible,” you admitted. He pouted lightly and brought his hands up to cup your face, his thumbs running lightly over the apples of your cheeks.
“Want daddy to help you feel better? Hm? Fuck you so hard that you won’t think about anything but my cock inside of you?” He asked and you smiled in response. He pulled your face down, bringing you into a seething kiss. After a few seconds, he pulled away and grinned at you.
“Be a good girl and go get your collar for daddy,” he instructed and you nodded before scrambling off of his lap to go find your favorite accessory.
You and Hobi had always tended to be a little more risque when it came to your sex life. You two had managed to run the gamut of both yours and his kinks though, so things were starting to get a little repetitive. However, you had done some thinking and managed to come up with an idea that you both hadn’t tried before and you decided to try it out.
You and Hobi were both on the couch, your back flat against it as he hovered over you. It had all started out as an innocent night of watching the newest action film but it quickly turned into more.
“Please,” you whined as Hobi’ lips that were attached to your neck sucked harshly, making your back arch up from the couch.
“Please what baby? You know you have to ask properly,” he muttered before continuing to suck on your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access and he chuckled deeply. You started to roll your hips upward, not really wanting to vocally say what you wanted but Hobi immediately knew what you were doing. His hands found the sides of your hips, pushing them back down.
“Just ask and I’ll give you what you want baby,” he tutted. You bit your lip as you reached up and ran your hands through his hair.
“Please make me come daddy,” you begged, and his eyes became darker. He groaned deeply and attacked your neck again, licking and sucking harshly as his hands reached down and began to pull down the pajama shorts that you had on.
“You calling me daddy makes me want to make you come over and over again,” he admitted and you smiled.
“Better get to it then, huh daddy?” You teased and you squealed as his fingers found your clit.
“Ah!” You shuddered as Jimin’s palm made contact with the skin of your right ass cheek for what felt like the hundredth time. He placed his hand on it again, this time rubbing soothingly.
“That’s 30 baby,” he cooed. You groaned, knowing that you still had twenty spanks left until you reached the amount that he had promised. You had been purposefully teasing Jimin all week and by the time that he had reached his breaking point earlier in the day, you had earned 50 spankings. That didn’t phase you much though, because you had earned more than that before. Jimin knew that as well, which is why he hadn’t even bothered to make any moves to touch your aching clit like he usually would.
“Please Jimin,” you begged, wanting him to just touch you. You were so wet and turned on, you bet that you could probably come just from him grazing your clit.
“Mm, please what Y/N?” He wondered, taking both of his hands and spreading your cheeks apart, giving him a full view of your dripping center.
“Want you to touch me,” you whined. “Want to come for you.”
“Would it really be for me or for you?” He questioned and you groaned loudly, knowing that he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. “How badly do you want to come?” He asked, his fingertips running lightly over the curve of your ass.
“Want to so bad daddy,” you begged. ”Please, please, please make me come.” You could barely react as Jimin’s hands deftly pulled down your panties, not even taking the time to pull them all the way off before diving face first into your folds. You moaned loudly as you felt him suck harshly on your clit and you fell face first into the pillows in front of you.
The sound of Taehyung’s hips slamming against your pelvis, your moans and Taehyung’s heavy groans and the accompanying squeaking of the bed frame are the only sounds that can be heard throughout the expanse of your bedroom.
“Fuck Tae,” you sighed breathily, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please don’t stop.”
“Mm, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to baby,” he groaned. “This pussy is too fucking good.” He began to rotate his hips, causing you to slam your head against the pillow that was beneath you.
“I’m gonna come,” you announced, feeling your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach. He picked up the pace of his thrusts at hearing you say that, determined to make you come for him.
“Fucking do it,” he commanded. “Come on my cock.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried, your orgasm reaching it’s peak. “I’m coming daddy,” you moaned, your walls clenching around him. Tae groaned loudly at the feeling, continuing to fuck into you as you rode out the wave of your orgasm. Once it had passed and you were left shuddering, Tae stopped his movements and looked down at you with a lazy smirk on his face.
“Daddy huh?” He smiled and your eyes widened, not realizing that you had let that slip. Before you could even defend yourself, Tae leaned down and kissed you passionately. After a few seconds, he pulled away and smirked at you again. “I like it. I want to hear it again as I fuck you into another orgasm,” he winked at you before moving his hips again, making you whine at the sensitivity.
It honestly started out as a fucking joke. Since Jungkook doesn’t like being called oppa, you figured that he wouldn’t like being called daddy either. Of course, you being you, you called him daddy one day just to piss him off. However, you never expected him to actually like it.
“Jungkook, hurry up,” you demanded as he slowly peeled your underwear from your body. Once he got to your feet, he paused as he looked back up at you.
“Who?” He asked and you sucked your teeth, not wanting to deal with his power trip right now.
“Jungkook, come on,” you whined, moving your feet to take the underwear off yourself. However, he was quick and grabbed your ankles, stopping you.
“Y/N, you know who’s in charge here,” he said sternly while also giving you a hard glare, which made you shrink back against the pillows. “Now, what’s my name?”
“Daddy,” you sighed after a few seconds of hesitation. Nonetheless, he smiled and pulled your underwear off, flinging it over his shoulder. He then took his index finger and ran it down the length of your slit, making you freeze and your breath hitch in your throat.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that hesitation either,” he acknowledged before dipping his finger inside of you, and you moaned deeply. “We’ll take care of that though, won’t we baby?”
“Y-yes daddy,” you answered immediately.
