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JUST THINKING ABOUT men who lean their heads down to listen to what you have to say because of the height difference, humming along to your words, accidentally nosing against your cheek because he knows it flusters you before murmuring, "keep talking, sweet girl. i'm listening."
( 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 ) 𝗼𝘁𝟳 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. ˖Ი𐑼⋆ smau +++ mdni. your best friend accidentally finds out what kink you are into and who else to try it out with, if not him, the person you trust the most in this world? cw: bdsm dynamics (daddy kink, marking, bondage, oral fixation, sadomasochism, blindfolds, and predator/prey).
thinkin’ about dry humping w/ jungkook *bites lip*
“no.”
“but—!”
“i said no, ( ❤︎ ).”
the sight of your wobbling lower lip had your boyfriend sighing, his heart nearly breaking in two . . nearly.
“that crying shit isn’t gonna work this timeeee,” he singsonged, boba shaped eyes now flicking back towards the sixty-five inch television in front of him. the controller he was holding clicked n’ vibrated with every flick of his ring clad thumbs against the joysticks. “girlfriends who are on punishment don’t get touched. you knew this.”
ugh.
heat rose to your cheeks as your body sank more into the new, expensive leather couch he bought for his apartment. “i already said i was sorry,” you muttered . . low and sad with a slight whine threaded into it.
jungkook huffed out a small laugh, his tongue gently swiping over his lip ring. “and i do appreciate the apology, but that still doesn’t change the fact that i’m still irked.”
“but, babyyy,” you sighed out, leaning over to drape your body over the side of his. your nose traced over the apple of his cheek, “you really still that mad over a little powdered sugar?”
sigh.
before he could respond, your hand was cupping the other side of his face, smushing him more into you. his skin felt incredibly soft, and a little dewy from his skincare.
the scent of peaches n’ sweet cream wafted into his nose. his lashes fluttered only slightly, “i-it’s deeper than that, and you know it. i told you to please not eat your funnel cake on the way home, and you did anyway, because you insisted you wouldn’t spill—but then what happened?”
it was silent at first, and then he suddenly felt your body deflate. you were melting into him, and with a sniffle you spoke lowly, “i had a spill.”
‘a spill’ was an understatement.
there was powdered sugar everywhere. from small specks to medium sized piles—the pale colored dust covered almost the entire half of the passenger side.
when it happened, jungkook didn’t yell, but he didn’t look too much at you either—especially as he had you stand to the side while he vacuumed it out at some random gas station. you felt bad, of course. like, really bad, and apologized the entire way to his apartment with tears in your eyes because you genuinely didn’t think you would’ve spilled the sweet treat only seconds after saying you wouldn’t.
jungkook knew your apologies were genuine, and he accepted them with no problem by reassuring you with sweet kisses that you were forgiven. and from then on, you thought all was well . . until that same night at three something in morning.
when you grew needy in your sleep, you backed your plush bottom into his lower half in hopes of some relief—you were forced still by him pulling you tightly into his chest with a strong arm.
“no touching until i say,” was all he muttered into your ear, voice raspy n’ laced with sleep.
that was over a day ago, and your boyfriend still wasn’t budging. there was a lesson in all this, and that lesson was that you needed to listen more, and have a little more patience. something you lacked greatly when it came to certain things.
he would be lying though if he said these past 24 hours haven’t been difficult.
it was so hard to not let his hands wander whenever you randomly wrapped your arms around him for a hug, and it was even harder trying to not deepen your kisses.
but then he would think back to when he was bent over for a good twenty minutes, vacuuming and grumbling about his back was hurting all because you couldn’t stand to wait a half hour get into your funnel cake.
“kook . .” you mumbled, running your hand over his cushiony pecs. “don’ be like this . . i don’t like it. let me make it up to you.”
your words went right in his ear, and straight to his dick. just his fucking luck.
jungkook was weak for you in every way possible, and because of that, you didn’t get punishments like these very often. he was so quick to fold with just a bat of your eyes, and some sweet words. it was ridiculous!
that same irritation that he was grasping onto to prove his point was slowly slipping away, and was soon replaced with . . pity???
he actually felt bad that he was depriving you of his dick, even though it’s only been a little over a day. if his friends could see him now, they’d surely call him pussy whipped in the most derogatory way possible.
“you just—you just need to start listening to me, baby,” he sighed out, lashes fluttering closed when you kissed him unexpectedly. “i’m—mm, i’m serious.”
you pulled away only slightly, a thin line of spit keeping your lips connected. “i know you are, honey. n’ i’ll start, i promise. just keep kissing me? please?”
you didn’t care that he was in the middle of a game. and you certainly didn’t care about this little wall he tried to put between you both. all you wanted were his chapstick coated lips against yours.
“are you really gonna . . g-gonna start listening? please don’t tease me,” he sighed against your lips, a whine bubbling in his throat when your tongue swiped against his lower lip.
using your sweetest voice, you nodded with a small smile curling at your lips. “yes, baby. i promise.”
sometime later . . .
“oh, baby.”
“mm, kook.”
the couch creaked underneath the both of you, and the squeaky sound of leather was nothing more than a distant thought as you group your panty clad cunt against your man.
his sweats were pulled down mid-thigh leaving his bottom half in nothing but a pair of gray calvin kleins. they were definitely darker from the amount of slick dripping from your pussy, and with each hump against him, a wet shlick shlick sound echoed throughout the now quiet living room.
the game he was playing before was longgg forgotten by now, and he was sure his friends were probably cursing him out for ditching them—but the second you brought his hand down to cup your pussy? baby boy just about melted on the spot.
“god, this feels s’good,” jungkook slurred against your puffy lips, rough hands grabbing harshly at the softness of your hips. “a-and you’re so wet—i’m so sorry, babe.”
“yeah *huff* you should be. leavin’ me all needy like that,” you whimpered out, kissing your way down his jaw and to his sweaty neck.
he smelt so good.
like his natural musk mixed with the spicy scent of his cologne. you couldn’t help but loll your tongue out, and lick a thick stripe up the column of his throat allll the way to the sensitive spot below his ear. this sent a shiver down his back, and earned you a rough squeeze on the back of your neck.
“i-i know. mianhaeyo, pretty girl.”
he squeezed at your neck again, but this time it was much more gentle, much more tender.
god, he was so hard it was almost painful. he wanted to be inside you—oh, how he wanted to be enveloped in the soft warmth that was you.
but dry humping was a rare occurrence between the two of you nowadays. something that was only done when you both were just too needy to shed the layers of clothes that kept you apart. not to mention that it just felt more primal—hungrier.
the kisses were sloppier n’ wetter, and jungkooks hands wandered around you rougher than usual which was amazing. they went from your hair, to your neck, to the small of your back, and eventually, they’d make their way to your breasts.
“i want you . .”
“you have me,” you whispered into the whimpering mans ear, nibbling ever so slightly on the lobe. this earned you a particularly loud whine, followed by a wobbly—
“y-yeah?”
you let out a seductive hum, and licked at the shell of his ear. jungkook grabbed two handfuls of your ass, and pulled you down hard. he just kept you there for a moment, allowing you to feel the dull throb of his cock.
you gasped, and all he could do chuckle, too drunk on the feel of your wetness seeping through the cotton fabric of his briefs. “heh, you feel me?” he muttered, nudging his button nose against yours.
“i-i do, kook, i do.” your head was nodding eagerly, and then he captured your lips in yet another heated kiss full of tongue n’ spit. his tongue laved over yours hungrily, and with a deep groan, he was sucking the pink muscle between his lips.
by that point, jungkook was pushing his hips up, the thick base of his cock now pressing snugly between your dewy folds.
he was close. dangerously close.
and it was evident in the way he grabbed you, and the noises he made—like he was actually sheathed between your silken walls.
“i’m—i’m almost there. you almost t-there with me, baby?” he panted into your mouth, and you responded with a high pitched whine and a rapid nod. “good. now cum, so i can fuck you properly.”
your hands slammed against broad shoulders, and it was just your luck that he was wearing only a white tank top, allowing you to see the pretty swirls of ink that ran all the way from his arm to his chest.
one last rock of your hips against his had you tensing up with a blissful cry. jungkook tucked your head in the warmth of his neck, and held you in a tight embrace while you rode out your high. he wasn’t far behind you at all, his arms tightening around you as a warmth began to spread across the inside of his briefs.
for a few moments there was only silence besides your heavy breathing, and jungkooks quiet praises.
“did so good for me.”
“i love you so much.”
“just catch your breath, baby. i’m not going anywhere.”
all these sweet, gentle words and his soft touches were enough to almost lull you asleep—keyword, almost.
the only thing that kept you awake was the feeling of him still being hard beneath you. what can you say? you were a greedy little thing for your man and his stupidly good dick.
“babe . .” you muttered into his neck, manicured nails scratching at the hairs on his nape. “c‘mon let’s—let’s go again. i miss you.”
his laugh jostled you around a bit, making your lips push into a pout. “miss me? i’m right here, pretty girl. no need to miss me so much.”
“i miss your dick you big oaf—like, soooo much.”
a peck was laid on the sensitive spot beneath his ear, and then his chin, and then on the cool metal of his lip ring. “please take me. i promise i’ll be good . . let you do whatever you want with me.”
jungkook’s abs clenched at how your words just dripped off your tongue like honey—like a siren beckoning its next snack with it’s beautiful song.
and jungkook was more than willing to have you eat him alive.
his nose nudged against yours once more, a smirk overcoming his soft features. “yeah? anything i want?”
Dating a very shy man who also happens to be a virgin and insists on taking it slow.
Which of course you don’t mind because you love him and things are going so so well! You wouldn’t wanna mess it up by being horny but he doesn’t make it easy for you. Like now, the two of you have had a few glasses of wine between the both of you and it’s like all of the pent up sexual frustration comes back with a deep throb in your pussy. He’s laying back against the bed, eyes scanning your face as the movie finishes on the screen and the credits begin to roll. You toss your leg up so it drapes across his lap and your warm cunt gains a glint of satisfaction by resting against his thigh. He doesn’t even seem to pick up on anything, he just leans down and presses a kiss to your lips and it’s slow, dangerously slow. His tongue slides over your bottom lip and slips into your mouth and you can’t seem to fight the moan that slips from your mouth out of pure desire for the man in front of you. Your hips, albeit slow, moved with a desperation. Your hips were stuttering as you deepened the kiss. His hands slid down your body, one inching down your back and the other gripping the thigh you caged him to the bed with. Somehow it escalates even further, you end up on top of him entirely. Pussy resting directly over the bulge in his shorts, rocking back and forth with so much want that the bed beneath you squeaks as result. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening with each movement of your hips, all the while the two of you haven’t stopped kissing once. His hands are squeezing your sides, his hips bucking upwards without any hesitation until he simply…stops? You’re confused and you pull away with hazy eyes and swollen lips and he looks up at you with a nervous expression and messy hair and you can feel the way he’s throbbing underneath you. All for you and yet-
“I-I think we should stop here” he says, clearing his throat following a nerdy crack in his voice.
“No no you’re right” you say and scurry off of the man’s lap, eyes immediately finding the obvious wet patch you left on his shorts and your cheeks heat up at your desire being so obvious.
He doesn’t mention it he just pulls you back into his chest and kisses the top of your head, snuggling like nothing ever happened and you wonder if anyone’s ever died of sexual frustration before.
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warnings: MDNI 21+ nerd!jk (that's a warning all itself), chubby!reader, reader gets overwhelmed NOT insecure, sort of fluffy smut, slight dom!jk but he knows his place lol, service dom! jk, glasses nd fluffy hair jk!, sweet! jk, black nerdy! reader, soft sweet! reader, needy! reader, fingering + pnv smex :)
you two promised to study english... you had good intentions to stay on track. but the lingering stares and stinging touches you shared said otherwise. he wanted to help you write this essay, to make sure his girl sounded absolutely perfect for her final. you wanted to listen and take his critique-
but now you're taking his cock...
your teeth chewed at your glossy lips as your shirt kept riding up your stomach. dark wide eyes focused onto your face when yours met his', thinking that he wouldn't notice your hands swiftly clamoring to cover the plush skin. jungkook's gut twisted at the motion you made to hide under his gaze.
"what are you doing... pretty girl?" came out as a dry stuttered whisper. not a hint of malice in his tone at all just pure confusion. "was just hoping you could be pleasured- pleased... feeling good like this, honey" tone slightly defeated while he slowed down working in your leaking core that was still consistently hugging his fingers.
the act alone was lewd, but being fully naked was odd in a way that had you feeling small under him. not insecure but exposed- yes that's what it felt like... open
"you there, beautiful?" he softly chimed stroking your cheek gently.
the room felt tight... impossibly tighter than you clenching down on his fingers resting on that spot deep within you. pretty clit glistening with his saliva... swollen and waiting to be suckled on. but your mind is moving faster than your body.
"j-jungkook?" your voice quietly met his ears. his attention was already on you, he didn't really need for you to call his name but you did anyways. he rested his palms against your warm tummy, feeling the soft skin and squeezing lightly. making you smile a little bit- "this what we're feeling um- shy of?" he immediately leaned down- damp hair brushing against your shirt. he then lifts it to reveal your pretty brown skin. his tongue traces patterns across your tummy, teeth sinking into parts of your sides making your heart skip a beat.
"s'this too much for you, pretty?" sometimes you wondered what happened to his shyness, with how he could use his words when he focused on something. right now that something was getting someone (you) out of your head and onto his dick. he wanted you a mess and wanted you to forget every aspect of the world outside the four walls of your shared bedroom. he was determined to do so every time you let him make love to you. he wanted to empty your mind of every worry and care that ran around throughout the days until this very moment.
"n-no" you whimpered voice breaking in the room, through the cold vacant silence that fell over the two of you. he was patient with you, calm. he didn't want to scare you off or make you feel pressured, especially when you felt uncomfortable.
he was already staring at you waiting- anticipating your answer, how you feel. what's going on in that pretty little head of yours. "i just felt a little exposed", you finally admit biting through the embarrassment of telling him. but he only blinks slowly with a gentle smile on his face. "it's okay sweet girl, I understand- i just want to remind you that we're alone y'know, it's you- and i", he rambles here... thoughts catching his tongue wrestling with his thoughts to make you feel at ease.
nerves now eating away at his resolve as he brings his hands to both sides of your cheeks bringing you into a hot wet kiss. sloppy and needy, comforting in the weirdest of ways. tongue sliding in and out of your mouth coating yours with his saliva slowly melting away all your fears.
make you forget...
that was his goal for the night. but this is good, him kissing you and his length brushing against your clit is all you need right now.
"jungkook, please" a weak pathetic cry of his name fell from your lips wanting him to fuck you into oblivion. "shhhhh, I know pretty... does it hurt?" he rubs his sticky head against your wet clit once more before teasing your hole with shallow thrusts. "you're so wet, baby". he softly chuckled into your neck listening to the sticky popping noises your cunt made.
a strong grip wraps around both your plush thighs as he folds your body to give himself more access to your sopping wet pussy. shivers stream through your body as you feel him manhandle your poor used body, he hasn't even began yet and you're already weakened tremendously. "want to feel me, honey?" he whispered as sweet as he possibly could while in such an obscene position.
you nodded at once with a sweet smile on your face... mind totally gone and filled with nothing your boyfriend.
doe eyes still staring down at your form, spread open and waiting to be fucked. sometimes he couldn't believe how he'd gotten a girl as special, sweet, and beautiful as you. even while your cute cunt is squeezing around his tip leaking onto the bed sheets. he presses slowly sliding into you. instantly pushing against that spongy pad within you, you being so worked up already squirting onto him.
"so perfect for me, that's it- there you g-go", jungkook whined into your ear holding you down while his hips grinded into yours with more force. "feels that good, pretty?" he knew how to make you feel nice and warm inside while saying the nastiest things ever. he leaves wet kisses down your shoulder keeping his mouth occupied on something.
"hold em for me baby-honey... your legs..." you quickly oblige his request hooking your soft hands behind your knees as his hands roam all over your plush body. one hand stops under your shirt twisting a swollen sensitive nipple while the other spreads your slick lips below. his long slender fingers slide so deliciously against your clit it makes your entire body tingle.
"fuck baby!" you stupidly whine eyes drifting losing focus while the pleasure consumes you. his fingers continue to draw sweet patterns across your throbbing little clit. bring your closer and closer to the edge. your poor thighs trembling, failing to stay steady- "fu- please fuck me baby!!" already cock-drunk on him you become tongue-tied. speaking nonsense as your brain begins to scramble. "that's it darlin' l-let me hear how good i'm helping you feel"-
sweet honeyed sighs left your throat as he presses his forehead against the damp flushed skin of his pretty girl. tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as the feelings overtook you. your eyes become unfocused as your body is being taken by pleasure.
too much and not enough at once until jungkook begins setting a mean brutal pace. his dorky ass has the nerve to adjust his glasses before laying a harsh slap against your thigh. flashing the brightest smile at you before releasing a moan that makes your toes curl. "you feel so good, darling", he groans above you before caging you in under his wide frame.
your hands gently tug at the soft fresh smelling roots of his pretty shoulder length hair. whimpers leave you as he continues to roughly dig at that sensitive spot inside of you. urging the two of you on closer and closer to a much needed release. pent up over exams and class work uni has laid on you, this was something the two of you could relax with.
warnings: namgi sandwich, they're so soft on you it hurts, teasing, fingering, slight nipple play, chubby! reader, sensitive! reader, dom! yoongi and joon, vocal! yoongi, joon talks you through it while yoongi takes you through it, the reader is a #creamer!, oral m! and f! receiving, from behind.
a/n: this is the original version i should have posted initially lol. i hope y'all like this one too. i did crosspost this to ao3 as well :)
joon was the experimental one between the two of you. always wanting make things fun and special for you each time. this was one of those nights... having you and yoongi all to himself for a little fun.
"would you look at that... my pretty girl taking her best friend's dick so well". you laid comfortably- back slotted between joon's shoulder blades as yoongi held you. he's pretty focused right now, making shallow strokes into you. hitting that spot within you that makes you see stars.
"pl-please 'gi s too much" whines bubbled from your throat as you make eye contact with the man teasing the life out of you. face heating up at the feeling of being so exposed at the hands of your friend. "shhh, doll just relax f'me don't wanna hurt her now do we?" "her" being your needy weeping cunt. already swollen, soaked, and ready to be fucked.
joon guides your jaw upwards to land a nasty kiss onto your lips swirling his tongue against yours in a way that has your clit aching. your mixed saliva left a singular connecting line as he pulled back- taking in your blown out eyes and flushed complexion. sweat lined your body soaking into the sheets beneath you making everything much more sticky than it is.
"sure you don't doll... can't be too harsh with a delicate girl like yourself. we have to take our time." this being punctuated with a gentle caress on the fat of your tummy. yoongi loves squeezing and squishing all parts of you. you often scold him when it's not appropriate to do so but you wouldn't trade the feeling for anything in this world.
joon eases his hands over your shoulders smoothing out the knots from the day. letting you melt into his thighs even further. "we've barely done anything, doll. can't get all weak on us now?" namjoon softly chides leaning down to your ear. his voice rumbles like a quiet rainstorm drummimg against a window. breaks into the chaos that tangles your thoughts-
"she really likes this, joon. see?" with that yoongi's thumb began tracing patterns of his initials between your folds collecting the sticky juices that gathered there. catching over the sensitive bud that peeks out he can feel you tighten ever so slightly. making him whimper in the process, he drags a lingering hand down your curly hair, to your cheek pinching softly, then under his shirt you're wearing to a stiffened nipple.
the two really love nights like this, especially namjoon... when he can see you all fucked out and satisfied. it really does something for your boyfriend. that's why the idea of mirror sex didn't phase him. because watching your every shiver and moan was all he needed to know he was doing all he can for you in these moments. even recording you crossed his mind. (with your permission of course).
moans and whines continue to spill from your lips due to the dual stimulation the pair is providing you with. joon's length digging into your lower back sent a chill down your spine, slightly throbbing at every whine that leaves your throat. "joonie, wha' about you honey?" your fingers interlaced with his'. namjoon's gut twisted at your innocent tone carefully concerned about him and his pleasure.
a particularly hard thrust sent you reeling back into your boyfriend's lap as yoongi now towered over your shaking frame. caging your body- pounding into you as hard as ever right now. "just focus on yoon, okay baby? do that f'me darling". joon's gentle hand craddled your cheek. "be a good girl and take what yoongi gives you". practically was a growl at this point.
a broken "o-okay" with a frantic nod in response to namjoon's command. "thas it, pretty. just relax for us" yoongi moaned out into the slick skin of your bitten shoulder. "good girl, take this fucking dick... that's it" yoongi groans into your ear decorated with a lick to the shell of your ear. hooking his hands beneath your thighs he folds your torso gently gaining access to a much deeper angle within you.
"get really close to her. she fucking loves that" joon groaned guiding yoongi to hold you tighter in his arms. yoongi obliges melting his body deeper into yours as if trying to slip into your skin. pressing hot wet kisses against the expanse of flesh that lies below his lips. suckling and licking patterns bruising it slightly.
"oh, y-yes yoonie r'there mhf..."
all you could hear was skin hitting against skin while joon stroked the curls that fell out of place on your head. feeling so much, too much, and so full all at once. making the coil in your lower tummy tighten closer and closer to a release that's in reach. "that's it girl, let go for me baby... that's it." yoongi sweetly muses in your ear.
so you do... with a soft moan that namjoon wished he could have a tape of your sounds while getting pleasured at the hands of his friend. yoongi works you through it rolling his hips in a toe curling manner into you. abusing that sensitive spongy pad deep inside of you and massaging your clit making you see stars.
a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock a tell tale sign that you've completely lost it. "you making a mess right now, darling" namjoon moans into your ear kissing your neck. he's right... drool is hanging from your lips, hair is perfectly disheveled, and your body is flushed while covered in sweat.
joon peppers kisses all over your neck and chest holding your face gently guiding you to his lips with a hand at the nape of your neck. "how was that, pretty?" he questions but you only respond with a whine making him smile. "look at her, joonie she's gone all dumb". yoongi simply states with an adorning smile. amazed at your current state yoongi presses a soft kiss to your wet lips letting his fingers brush against your nipples.
practically manhandling you- your boyfriend repositions you to sit up facing him, he gazes into your glassy dilated eyes searching for a yes. a subtle hint that you're ready for him. you then reach for his lap to his painful length straining against his sweats. that's all he needed. "wanna make you feel good too, daddy" the words rolled off your tongue with no shame as the men put you into that headspace. you licked a hot stripe against a particularly sensitive vein in joons neck, tasting the sweat that collected there.
yoongi watched the two of you with a bitten lip, he's so on edge right now too being only so shy from his own release. his skin prickles watching your attention shift to joon now. he gives joon a look of approval before he grips the fat of your hips placing his cock at your dripping entrance once more. your hands work to free joon's length. he lifts his hips to help you then it basically slaps against his stomach and rests on your cheek.
yoongi plunges deep into you again after what felt like forever. hips snapping at a brutal pace while joon guides his cock to your lips. his precum gathers as you swirl your tongue into the slit and along the veins that cover it. keeping eye contact with him you smile making him nearly go mad. "oh, darling you don't wanna do that... I'll fuck that smile right off your face. do we want that?" joon whispered to you laughing as his reaction shot electricity to your cunt.
"if i wasn't crazy joon, i think she liked that", yoongi tells on you... he reaches around to hold both of your heavy breasts in his hands tweaking and pulling at your nipples again. (yoongi's shirt) your shirt has ridden up your back revealing your soft sides to him. his face buried into the skin there sending chills down your spine. inhaling your fresh scent laced with vanilla and sugar.
your mouth works on the man below you- taking his entire length down your throat as yoongi completely wrecks you from behind. your man's hand pushes your head down causing you to gag a little bit. your breath catches in your chest as he releases you. a soft pat against your cheek realigns you with reality again.
yoongi can feel himself getting closer and closer. "where do you want it, sweetheart?" he couldn't be more contradictory right now. he's digging so far into your womb and has the nerve to call you sweetheart-but you do tell him "inside! please, baby". oh and when he does it's messy languid strokes making sure not one drop is wasted onto the bed. his release coaxes another one from you.
he lays against your trembling frame heartbeats mingling with one another. catching his shallow breaths against your back panting softly to ground himself. namjoon is closer and closer to finishing down your throat as well with your hand and tongue working on his cock. "just like that, doll. take all our nut". he paints your tongue with a deep groan and pretty affirmations for you.
joon cradles your cheek and pulls you into a hug. "how is my princess, she there?" he whispers to you eyes never leaving yours. you nod as yoongi rests back on his feet, admiring how joon takes care of you. "you did so well, baby". yoongi muses. he brushed a misplaced curl from your sweaty face to then kiss your lips.
hiii i loved the landlord! yoongi fic a lot and I was curious if u could make headcannons or maybe they actually ended up together and he's STILL just as obsessed with her. it'd be cute if he convinced her to just live with him too- ah okay I'm done I'm just a sucker for manipulation tropes etc lol
A/N: lol I'm glad you enjoyed the landlord! Yoongi fic - I know it may not be everyone's cup of tea since it's kind of taboo type tropes. I also want to say that this is all fiction, and this depiction of Yoongi should not be perceived as true or something good.
Warnings: mdni, 18+, dead dove: do not eat, dub/con, perv! Yoongi, depraved! Yoongi, sleazy landlord! Yoongi, plus size! reader, power imbalance, manipulation, dark! Love, mentally unwell! Yoongi, delulu! Yoongi, unprotected smut, Yoongi big, dumbification, oral (f rec), mentions of fingering, blackmail kind of, this is toxic love, etc.
Add on from this
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
landlord! Yoongi isn't a good guy. After he manipulates you, it takes you a few days to realize what you've truly done, but by then it's too late. His obsession with you has only grown.
landlord! Yoongi saves the video (you didn't even know he had recorded) like a prized possession because it is. It's his key to keep you with him. But he doesn't use it right away; instead, he tries to start off nice by keeping his word, giving you a discount on rent, and paying the fake fees he created just for you.
landlord! Yoongi decides that because you allowed this, he can now court you. He knows he's doing everything backwards in the name of dating you, but he's pretty positive nonetheless. And it's why a few days later, he shows up at your doorstep with a smile like it's normal.
landlord! Yoongi asks if you've eaten yet, knowing you've just got off work. You're exhausted, tired, and not prepared to see him leaning on your front door, knowing he knows exactly what your bedroom looks like and how you sound when you take him to the hilt. Your stomach twists a little, and you're not sure whether it's from excitement or weariness, but you still accept his hand, allowing him to take you out.
landlord! Yoongi talks to you like he's really interested in you, which is a breath of fresh air. He asks about your interests, your hobbies, and what your aspirations are over the food you share at the restaurant. He gives you enough compliments to make your face flush, but in the back of your head, there is this little voice that is telling you this isn't right.
You aren't sure if you are just trying to self-sabotage yourself because you think he's handsome and wouldn't actually ever want you, or because you feel guilty financially over him. Still, by the end of the night, you find yourself underneath him again at your apartment.
landlord! Yoongi has your thighs spread apart with his big hands, and his head tucked between them like it's the only place he belongs. He takes his time to kiss and mark his way up from your ankles all the way to your pretty pussy with deliberate kisses and nips. And you're practically begging him to do more when his breath finally fans over your soaking panties.
landlord! Yoongi's head spins as all the blood rushes south - every little noise you make has him holding onto your thighs tighter, his cock straining in his pants as he pulls your pretty panties off to get a look at your drooling cunt up close
landlord! Yoongi murmurs praises about how pretty you are, how wet you are for him, and when he finally parts your puffy folds to get his first proper taste, he groans, lovesick and hungry.
landlord! Yoongi eats your pussy like you’re water and he’s a man who hasn’t had a drink in years. His moans are low and muffled between your thick thighs, and his tongue lavishes your puffy folds until you’re dripping with slick and his spit.
His fingers dig into your soft skin, and his eyes flicker up to see the way your stomach flutters and your breasts heave as he works you up for your first orgasm of the night.
landlord! Yoongi makes you cum twice before even giving you his cock. The first time is on his face, coating his tongue, his nose, his chin with your sweet slick as you tremble underneath him. The next is on his fingers while he sucks on your clit like candy; he can't get enough of you.
He’s quick to realize he prefers you crying his name with glossy eyes and a quivering cunt, weeping for him to give you more. And that's exactly what he does.
landlord! Yoongi takes you to your bed just like last time. He’s got his hips between your twitching thighs, and his hands on either side of your head, clutching the bedsheets underneath you. He makes you look at him as he bottoms out, unprotected, and his lips curve up into a satisfied smirk because this is what he wants. He wants you.
You are holding onto him desperately as he carves a path deep inside your velvety walls. His thick mushroom tip is stirring your insides deliciously as your eyes roll back, and when he’s done with you, tears streak your chubby cheeks as his cum slowly drips down your thighs.
landlord! Yoongi keeps this up for a whole month before you’ve had enough. The next time he shows up at your doorstep, your body blocks his entrance into your apartment, and you’re refusing to meet his dark eyes. “I don’t think we should be doing this.”
Yoongi’s heart stutters and his jaw clenches as he resists the urge to force his way inside and show you that you really don’t mean that. “What do you mean?”
“I-“ your cheeks are flushed, and your brain is fighting itself. You're stupidly catching feelings, and you don't know if you should be. “This arrangement.. I got offered another job, I can start Monday, and it’ll help cover the fees- I don’t- You don’t have to do this anymore.”
landlord! Yoongi isn’t a good guy. He doesn’t know how to just say he wants you, so he resorts to holding the videos, yes, videos, over you.
He proposes a better option, in his opinion.
You don’t need to accept the second job; instead, he’ll take care of you. You can work, do what makes you happy, but you’re his, you’re not leaving him.
And if you hesitate, he is more than willing to remind you just how good he can make you feel.
It’s a little warped, but it’s the best he can offer you right now. And when you let the door open a little wider, allowing him inside again, you know that you cannot deny it any longer; you want this just as much as he does.
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When hoseok makes you look at yourself in the mirror while he fucks you from behind ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚
Tags: this is so filthy… she in subspace🫠, as the title says . Mirror sex, manhandling, hes rough, fingers sucking, praising, she cry a bit, really descriptive creampie, he cums alot like omg, cum tasting, hes so sweet in the end.
Mdni 18+
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You were already soaked from making out earlier. Hoseok settled between your thighs, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds making you shiver.
He took his time kissing your neck sloppily as he squeezed your breasts until you were squirming on your bed.
“Hobaa.. please,” you whine, needing him to put his cock inside already.
“I know, princess,” he whispered in your ears as he slowly slid into you with one smooth deep thrust.
You gasped, arching off the bed as he started immediately moving. A steady rhythmic pace that was almost lazy, Breathing so heavily on your face.
The feeling of his shaft sliding in and out, stroking your sensitive walls was so overwhelming, your eyes rolled back into your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, trying to get him deeper.
“Fuck,” He let out a a soft grunt feeling you squeeze around his cock.
He kissed you, swallowing your moans. His hands were everywhere—in your hair, on your face, gripping your hips to keep his slow, maddening pace. You were getting lost in it, in the feel of him moving inside you, in the heat of his skin, soft wet noises that your pussy makes.
He watched your face change. Seeing your eyes get a little unfocused, your mouth soft and slack. He saw the moment you slipped into that quiet, pliant headspace. He smiled nudging his nose and lips on your cheek.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured against you, his voice thick with affection. He kept the pace steady, rocking his hips into you. Keeping you right there on the blissful edge.
His gaze drifted to the huge mirror in front your bed, and the corner of his lips lifted as an idea struck him.
Then, he slowed. Pulling almost all the way out making you whine at the loss. "Shh," he soothed, kissing your cheek. "I've got you. Turn over."
Rolling you to your stomach. you went easily, boneless. He arranged you on your knees pulling you hips up as you arch your back, his hands wrapped gently around your forearms pulling you back to him, supporting you as your hazy headspace made your entire body weaken.
“Eyes up, princess,” he said softly.
You blinked slowly, dizzy enough that it took you a few seconds to finally look up.
The mirror on the wall was right in front of you. You saw yourself—hair messed up, skin flushed pink, lips swollen. You looked fucked-out and peaceful.
You saw him move behind you. He guided his throbbing cock back inside with one hand as the other locked around your elbows like it was nothing, keeping you still. You moaned, your head dropping for a second.
“Look,” his voice firmer now. Setting a deep and hard pace, his hips slamming into your ass with a sound that filled the room. Your head was too heavy to hold up. Dropping forward, voice so small as you let out incoherent words.
“ i- i can’..” voice vibrating from the force of his thrusts.
He tsk a sound, wrapping one arm around your waist pulling you hard on his chest as his hand help your chin up.
“Open up,” he demands.
You opened your mouth, pushing two fingers inside. They pressed down on your tongue, making you drool on his fingers.
“Suck,” he said
You closed your lips around his fingers and sucked. Applying a weak rhythmic pressure. It was easy. Almost comforting as It gave you something to do.
“Yeahh..good girl”
“Now look at your pretty face on the mirror,” he said pounding harder into you.
You were trapped. In a good way. Your eyes went back to the mirror.
You saw it all. You saw your face, your cheeks hollow from sucking his fingers. Watching the tears that tracked silently down your cheeks from the sheer, overwhelming everything of it. You saw how your breasts bounced every time he pushed into you. You watched his face, a mask of fierce concentration and adoration, his eyes glued to where his fingers disappeared between your lips.
It was a lot. Too much. But you couldn't look away. He wouldn't let you.
“That’s it ,princess” he rasped, His breath was hot on your neck. “Juuust like that. See how pretty you are? See how well you take it?”
He was everywhere. Inside you. In your mouth. In your sight. He was the only solid thing in your soft, dissolving world.
“Good girl,”he rasped, the words vibrating through his chest and into your back. The praise sank into you, warm and steady, even as his thrusts became frantic, losing their rhythm. “Perfect girl. Just like that. Don't look away.”
It happened fast. One second you were lost in the rhythm, his fingers heavy on your tongue, your eyes glued to your own wrecked reflection. The next, a hot, sharp wave curled low in your belly, a clenching, electric pulse that stole your breath and your thoughts.
You didn't make a sound. Your mouth just hung open around his fingers as you held your breath. Your eyes went blank in the mirror. Your body locked up, every muscle tight, and he could feel your cunt pulsing around him, gripping him in waves.
“Oh fuck—” his voice cracked.
It sent him over the edge. slamming into you hard, burying himself deep, and then he was coming. The first spurt hit inside you, hot and thick. He groaned, a low, broken sound, his hips jerking against your against your ass.
It was so warm. So wet. It filled you up spreading deep in your belly. The feeling of it, the sudden wet heat, made your own orgasm kick harder. Your pussy clenched again, milking him, pulling more out of him.
“Shit—“ he gasped. “Keep doing that—“
He kept coming. Long, thick spurts that he could feel pumping out of him. Each one made you twitch around him. Your body kept squeezing, kept pulling. It was like you were trying to take everything he had.
The feeling was dirty and perfect. You were Stuffed. warm and slippery. It was too much to hold. Some of it leaked out around his cock, dripping down your thighs, wetting the sheets under you.
His chest pressed against your back, his breath hot and ragged on your neck. His cock kept twitching inside you, giving little spurts of cum even after he thought he was done. Your pussy kept squeezing back, little aftershocks that made him whimper.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, baby.”
You just stayed there, limp and used, your body still shaking. You could feel everything. The mess between your legs. The wet spot growing under you. The warmth of his cum inside you. The weight of him on your back.
He finally moved. He slowly pulled out, and the feeling made you gasp. Empty. Wet. A gush of his cum followed, warm and thick, sliding out of you and down your thighs.
He turned you onto your back. His eyes went straight to the mess between your legs. His cum was still leaking out of you, a slow white drip that pooled on the sheets. He stared at it. His jaw was tight. His eyes were dark.
“Look at that,” he said, his voice rough. He reached down and ran two fingers through the mess, spreading it around. “Look at what I did to you.”
You looked down. Your thighs were wet. Your pussy was red and swollen. His cum was everywhere, slick and shiny on your skin.
He brought his fingers up to your mouth. “Taste.”
You opened your mouth and he pushed his fingers inside. You sucked them clean. The taste was salty and bitter and him. His eyes watched you, hungry.
“Good girl,” he said. “All mine.”
He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You could taste both of you mixed together. It was filthy. It was perfect.
When he pulled back, he was smiling. Soft now. His eyes looked almost doe-like, open and unguarded, filled with affection. He brushed your hair off your face.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
You shook your head. Words were still hard.
“Good.” He kissed your forehead. “Let's get you cleaned up ᡣ𐭩.”
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A/N: holy… this was so intense and im very proud of this one cuz it really effected me lol just honest emotions here.
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How about a pathetic bf jungkook with massive humiliation kink?
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Mdni 18+
Think abt jungkook getting sooo hard from his mean gf treating him like dirt 😭 she’ll sit there scrolling on her phone while he’s on the floor between her legs practically twitching for attention.
“ma’am…” all quiet and needy, and she doesn’t even look at him at first. just lets him sit there desperate and embarrassed until he’s whining softly under his breath
then she finally glances down at him like “what now?” and he gets all flustered because he was hoping she’d call him pathetic again 💀 literally addicted to humiliation.
she’ll smirk when she notices the way he squeezes his thighs together and go “wow… you’re seriously getting turned on from this? gross.”
and instead of being ashamed he just nods all dumb 😭 cheeks burning while he mumbles “yes ma’am…” like he can’t help it. she’ll make him hold eye contact while she talks down to him too, thumb hooked under his chin while he’s visibly trembling from it.
“such a needy boy. can’t even act normal around me.” meanwhile his brain is completely fried from her attention.
the hottest part is how sweet he gets after 😭 like she’ll finally praise him a tiny bit — “good boy for listening” — and he looks completely gone.
all clingy and soft again, hiding his face against her stomach while she plays with his hair like he didn’t spend the last ten minutes getting off on being bullied 💀
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A/N : WILL be writing abt pathetic koo so soon cuz i need to think abt sub kook too so i don’t go completely insane <3
Will you guys be interested in this as a short smut? If then comment below so i tag u if i end up making one 💕
And if there’s authors who likes this thought and wanna write abt it, pls tag me when u do!! My thoughts are for other writers too!!
warnings: namgi sandwich, they're so soft on you it hurts, teasing, fingering, slight nipple play, chubby! reader, sensitive! reader, dom! yoongi and joon, vocal! yoongi, joon talks you through it while yoongi takes you through it, the reader is a #creamer!, oral m! and f! receiving, from behind.
a/n: this is the original version i should have posted initially lol. i hope y'all like this one too. i did crosspost this to ao3 as well :)
joon was the experimental one between the two of you. always wanting make things fun and special for you each time. this was one of those nights... having you and yoongi all to himself for a little fun.
"would you look at that... my pretty girl taking her best friend's dick so well". you laid comfortably- back slotted between joon's shoulder blades as yoongi held you. he's pretty focused right now, making shallow strokes into you. hitting that spot within you that makes you see stars.
"pl-please 'gi s too much" whines bubbled from your throat as you make eye contact with the man teasing the life out of you. face heating up at the feeling of being so exposed at the hands of your friend. "shhh, doll just relax f'me don't wanna hurt her now do we?" "her" being your needy weeping cunt. already swollen, soaked, and ready to be fucked.
joon guides your jaw upwards to land a nasty kiss onto your lips swirling his tongue against yours in a way that has your clit aching. your mixed saliva left a singular connecting line as he pulled back- taking in your blown out eyes and flushed complexion. sweat lined your body soaking into the sheets beneath you making everything much more sticky than it is.
"sure you don't doll... can't be too harsh with a delicate girl like yourself. we have to take our time." this being punctuated with a gentle caress on the fat of your tummy. yoongi loves squeezing and squishing all parts of you. you often scold him when it's not appropriate to do so but you wouldn't trade the feeling for anything in this world.
joon eases his hands over your shoulders smoothing out the knots from the day. letting you melt into his thighs even further. "we've barely done anything, doll. can't get all weak on us now?" namjoon softly chides leaning down to your ear. his voice rumbles like a quiet rainstorm drummimg against a window. breaks into the chaos that tangles your thoughts-
"she really likes this, joon. see?" with that yoongi's thumb began tracing patterns of his initials between your folds collecting the sticky juices that gathered there. catching over the sensitive bud that peeks out he can feel you tighten ever so slightly. making him whimper in the process, he drags a lingering hand down your curly hair, to your cheek pinching softly, then under his shirt you're wearing to a stiffened nipple.
the two really love nights like this, especially namjoon... when he can see you all fucked out and satisfied. it really does something for your boyfriend. that's why the idea of mirror sex didn't phase him. because watching your every shiver and moan was all he needed to know he was doing all he can for you in these moments. even recording you crossed his mind. (with your permission of course).
moans and whines continue to spill from your lips due to the dual stimulation the pair is providing you with. joon's length digging into your lower back sent a chill down your spine, slightly throbbing at every whine that leaves your throat. "joonie, wha' about you honey?" your fingers interlaced with his'. namjoon's gut twisted at your innocent tone carefully concerned about him and his pleasure.
a particularly hard thrust sent you reeling back into your boyfriend's lap as yoongi now towered over your shaking frame. caging your body- pounding into you as hard as ever right now. "just focus on yoon, okay baby? do that f'me darling". joon's gentle hand craddled your cheek. "be a good girl and take what yoongi gives you". practically was a growl at this point.
a broken "o-okay" with a frantic nod in response to namjoon's command. "thas it, pretty. just relax for us" yoongi moaned out into the slick skin of your bitten shoulder. "good girl, take this fucking dick... that's it" yoongi groans into your ear decorated with a lick to the shell of your ear. hooking his hands beneath your thighs he folds your torso gently gaining access to a much deeper angle within you.
"get really close to her. she fucking loves that" joon groaned guiding yoongi to hold you tighter in his arms. yoongi obliges melting his body deeper into yours as if trying to slip into your skin. pressing hot wet kisses against the expanse of flesh that lies below his lips. suckling and licking patterns bruising it slightly.
"oh, y-yes yoonie r'there mhf..."
all you could hear was skin hitting against skin while joon stroked the curls that fell out of place on your head. feeling so much, too much, and so full all at once. making the coil in your lower tummy tighten closer and closer to a release that's in reach. "that's it girl, let go for me baby... that's it." yoongi sweetly muses in your ear.
so you do... with a soft moan that namjoon wished he could have a tape of your sounds while getting pleasured at the hands of his friend. yoongi works you through it rolling his hips in a toe curling manner into you. abusing that sensitive spongy pad deep inside of you and massaging your clit making you see stars.
a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock a tell tale sign that you've completely lost it. "you making a mess right now, darling" namjoon moans into your ear kissing your neck. he's right... drool is hanging from your lips, hair is perfectly disheveled, and your body is flushed while covered in sweat.
joon peppers kisses all over your neck and chest holding your face gently guiding you to his lips with a hand at the nape of your neck. "how was that, pretty?" he questions but you only respond with a whine making him smile. "look at her, joonie she's gone all dumb". yoongi simply states with an adorning smile. amazed at your current state yoongi presses a soft kiss to your wet lips letting his fingers brush against your nipples.
practically manhandling you- your boyfriend repositions you to sit up facing him, he gazes into your glassy dilated eyes searching for a yes. a subtle hint that you're ready for him. you then reach for his lap to his painful length straining against his sweats. that's all he needed. "wanna make you feel good too, daddy" the words rolled off your tongue with no shame as the men put you into that headspace. you licked a hot stripe against a particularly sensitive vein in joons neck, tasting the sweat that collected there.
yoongi watched the two of you with a bitten lip, he's so on edge right now too being only so shy from his own release. his skin prickles watching your attention shift to joon now. he gives joon a look of approval before he grips the fat of your hips placing his cock at your dripping entrance once more. your hands work to free joon's length. he lifts his hips to help you then it basically slaps against his stomach and rests on your cheek.
yoongi plunges deep into you again after what felt like forever. hips snapping at a brutal pace while joon guides his cock to your lips. his precum gathers as you swirl your tongue into the slit and along the veins that cover it. keeping eye contact with him you smile making him nearly go mad. "oh, darling you don't wanna do that... I'll fuck that smile right off your face. do we want that?" joon whispered to you laughing as his reaction shot electricity to your cunt.
"if i wasn't crazy joon, i think she liked that", yoongi tells on you... he reaches around to hold both of your heavy breasts in his hands tweaking and pulling at your nipples again. (yoongi's shirt) your shirt has ridden up your back revealing your soft sides to him. his face buried into the skin there sending chills down your spine. inhaling your fresh scent laced with vanilla and sugar.
your mouth works on the man below you- taking his entire length down your throat as yoongi completely wrecks you from behind. your man's hand pushes your head down causing you to gag a little bit. your breath catches in your chest as he releases you. a soft pat against your cheek realigns you with reality again.
yoongi can feel himself getting closer and closer. "where do you want it, sweetheart?" he couldn't be more contradictory right now. he's digging so far into your womb and has the nerve to call you sweetheart-but you do tell him "inside! please, baby". oh and when he does it's messy languid strokes making sure not one drop is wasted onto the bed. his release coaxes another one from you.
he lays against your trembling frame heartbeats mingling with one another. catching his shallow breaths against your back panting softly to ground himself. namjoon is closer and closer to finishing down your throat as well with your hand and tongue working on his cock. "just like that, doll. take all our nut". he paints your tongue with a deep groan and pretty affirmations for you.
joon cradles your cheek and pulls you into a hug. "how is my princess, she there?" he whispers to you eyes never leaving yours. you nod as yoongi rests back on his feet, admiring how joon takes care of you. "you did so well, baby". yoongi muses. he brushed a misplaced curl from your sweaty face to then kiss your lips.
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