#domjimin

Jimin First POV

Genre: Smut 🔥

Word Count: 1539

Playlist: “Callaita” by Bad Bunny & Tainy // “Me Gusta” by Natti Natasha

Warnings: dom reader x sub jimin, switch, mention of sex toys, mention of choking (very subtle), wax kink

“Do you trust me?” Her whispered words fall on my lips as she leans in to give me a soft kiss. 

I’m at her mercy. Sitting on the floor with hands on my lap, making sure not to move a muscle no matter how much I want to touch her. 

I had my fun with her last night, now it’s her turn to do with me as she wishes. 

“Jimin.” She calls my name in a tone I know not to mess with, even though I really want to be sassy. I swallow my original response and look up at her as I reply “Yes mistress. I trust you.” 

She smiles my favorite smile. Sweet with a little mischief. I see her grab something from our chest that’s under the window, the chest that stores our favorite toys. 

I make sure to keep my eyes down as she walks back to me. 

“Kneel.” She commands. I try my hardest to stop my hands from roaming up her bare legs as I move from my sitting position to kneel. My hands fist, hurting from the strength it takes to hold back. 

“Good boy. Close your eyes.” She whispers in my ear. Her hair cascading around our faces like a curtain. I take a deep breath and inhale her sweet and sensual scent. 

I do as she says and close my eyes. I feel velvet over my eyes and realize she’s blindfolding me. I smirk hoping she doesn’t see it. I’m intrigued. 

“I saw that.” She says as she tightens the blindfold even more. I snicker which results in my hair being pulled...hard. I swallow, turned on by her strength. 

She licks up my throat with the tip of her tongue, following the length of my jawline up to my ear to which she bites roughly. 

“Did I say you could laugh?” I swallow again before replying, this is a side I haven’t seen from her before and I’m hardening more and more by the second. 

“No mistress. I’m sorry.” I respond breathlessly. I feel her take a step back. 

“Stand.” I do as she says and stand with my hands by my sides awaiting her next move. I can sense her circling me and I’m proven right when she wraps her arms around me from behind. Her cold hands causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. An unexpected moan comes out. I feel her smile on my back. 

She caresses my body torturously slow as if inspecting every inch of skin exposed to her. Her hands come up to my neck, caressing at first before squeezing and causing me to gasp. She knows this kink is my weakness, but I’m surprised when I feel her put a collar on me. 

I hear the clink of it being snapped closed on my neck and the jingle of something being attached to it at the front. I realize it’s some sort of leash when I feel my body being pulled forward by my neck. I smirk again realizing just how creative my girl is. 

She leads me to the bed and pushes me on top of it. 

“Hands over your head.” She commands to which I obey. My hands fist, not knowing how much more I can handle before my dominance tries to take over. 

I shiver and gasp when I feel something wet and cold on my stomach. That gasp turns into a moan when I feel the coldness being replaced by the heat of her mouth as she licks and sucks at the trail left on my body by what I assumed was ice cubes. 

“Babe-“ I start to say but I stop my next words when I feel the sting of something being attached to my nipples. 

“Every time your mouth opens to say something that I didn’t not ask for, I’ll punish you with this. Understood?” She asks as she pulls on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying in pleasurable pain. 

“Yes ma’am.” I say as I take a deep breath. 

I feel the weight of her body leave the bed I can hear her walk towards the bedroom door and I’m left alone for what feels like hours. 

I’m still hyper aware of everything around me, emphasized even more by the fact that I’m blindfolded. 

After what feels like decades, I hear walk back inside. She climbs up my body until she sits on me. Her bare pussy right over my hardened dick. I can feel her wetness even through my underwear. I softly smile knowing how much this is also affecting her. 

“You didn’t move an inch. Good job.” She says as she gives me a soft kiss which I reciprocate. 

My hands ball into fists when I feel her tug my underwear down my legs until they’re removed. She massages up my thighs, followed by her soft kisses. I let out a moan expecting her to kiss my dick but she avoids it at all costs. I whine, getting tired of the teasing. 

She pulls at my nipple clamps causing a cry of pain. It feels as though my dick is standing at full attention, asking, pleading for her mouth. 

I hear her soft laugh meaning she’s enjoying this torture she’s causing me. 

All my thoughts are wiped out when I feel something burning hot drip on my chest followed by the coolness of her breath as she blows over it. Is that wax she just poured over me? 

I feel the burning sensation as she pours more  wax all over my abs. My breaths are becoming more shallow, from the pain and pleasure. I realize I’m close to being on sensory overload but this feels too good to tell her to stop. 

My abs contract when I feel her tug at the dried wax with her teeth. I cry out in pleasure, moaning when she licks up the skin that was covered in wax. She does this for what feels a lifetime. 

My nails dig into my palms as I ball them into fists, causing more pain to this pleasurable experience. 

My breath is coming out in quick bursts and I feel like I’m about to cum from this pleasure alone. 

She pulls at the nipple clamps at the same time her mouth surrounds my dick. I cry out in pleasure, relishing in the feel of her warm and wet mouth surrounding me. I hold myself from pumping myself in and out of her mouth, reminding myself I’m at her merch. 

She sucks me as if I was her last meal, my dick hitting the back of her throat a few times making her gag. I moan at the feeling her gags cause. 

I feel myself cumming in no time but my girl knows my body too well when I hear my dick leave her mouth with a pop. 

She climbs up my body, pulling at the nipple clamps until they’re released. I hear them fall on the floor when she throws them behind her. Her mouth lands on my lips, giving me a hot and sensual kiss complete with tongue while I feel her hands come behind my head to remove the blindfold. 

My hands are still over my head, not moving an inch but just enjoying the feel of her tongue playing with mine. The blindfold is now gone and I feel her hands around my neck. Her mouth leaves mine to move to my ears and I almost cum at her next whispered words. 

“Switch.” 

I smile as I wrap my arms around her and roll over until she’s behind me. I can’t wait any longer and push myself inside her, enjoying her moans of pleasure I start to pump my dick in and out her. “About fucking time babe.”

She’s drenched which means she was at her breaking point. 

“Just shut up and fuck me.” She says, biting down on my shoulder when I hit just the spot that makes her roll her eyes in pleasure. 

I kiss her with what feels like every fiber of my being, sucking at her lips, her tongue, wanting to be even closer to her. 

“Baby, I’m close.” I hear her moan out. Good thing because I would’ve orgasmed minutes ago but I stopped myself wanting her to do it with me. 

“Cum with me babe.” I lift one of her legs to give me a better angle. She holds on tight to my arm as I feel her body shake with her orgasm. 

“Fuck” she cries out. Hearing the amount of pleasure in that one word has me cumming right after her. Biting her leg I fuck her through both our orgasms, enjoying the low grunts coming out her sweet mouth. 

I fall on top of her, engulfing her in my arms as we come down from our high. Kissing her forehead every now and then, feeling her soft kisses on my chest. 

“Y/N, where the fuck did you learn all that?” I ask her once we’re both able to speak. 

She softly giggles, “a mistress never reveals her secrets.” 

Author: seoulsunset

Relationship: Jinmin

Status: Complete

Word Count: 23,846

Summary: Park Jimin hated his fellow supermodel and rival, Kim Seokjin, with a passion. Maybe it’s the fact that Seokjin was born from riches, while Jimin crawled from the rags. But here they were, fighting to become the new brand ambassador of a top designer brand. While they both had the perfect chemistry in front of the flashing cameras, the fact remains that Jimin hated Seokjin, and Seokjin hated Jimin. The competition is tough and the hate game is really strong… or is it really just hate?

Because the last time they checked, you don’t get on your knees for the person you hate.

Pt. 3

For a moment, Jungkook freezes. “Umm, w-what do you mean Jimin? You said it made you hurt” he knows what it is, but there’s something about making his otherwise innocent hybrid say it.

He watches as Jimin tries to lean away, pulling his shirt down and averting his gaze again. “y-yeah, it made me hurt down there….” Jungkook looks and barely sees the outline of something he has willed himself not to think about since having the hybrid.

“uh Jiminie, w-why don’t you tell me about your dream? I can make you better if you do” Jungkook’s voice came out unsteady but god now that the door has been opened, he wants to see what’s on the other side.

“but Jiminie shouldn’t have dreams like this about Master” Jimin starts to minorly panic once more.  “Master is too big and manly. Jiminie isn’t- “

“Tell me about your dream Jimin” Jungkook cuts in. “I’ll tell you if you shouldn’t have these dreams.” Jimin’s eyes widen at the way Jungkook tone changes, demanding to seductive. He sounds so, so much like he did in his dream.

He breathes once, observing his master’s expression carefully.

“O-okay. I dreamed that m-master was laying on the bed, crying for me. Master looked so pretty with his collar on and watery eyes and pink cheeks. He looked even prettier when Jiminie put his…thing inside him. m-master looked like he loved it so much. Master liked when Jiminie bit him and scratched his chest. Master felt so good around Jiminie….and when I woke up my thing was big and it hurt…. because of you Master”

The cat hybrid peered up at his master curiously. He knows how Jungkook thinks he’s angelic and completely oblivious to anything sexual. Contrary to his belief, Jimin knows about things and feels things that he’s struggled to keep at bay for the sake of making sure Jungkook will still love him.

“M-master?” had he said too much? Jungkook’s expression was obscured from his view until he lifts his head with the softest smile and darkest eyes Jimin had ever seen.

“Have you always thought of me that way baby? Do like the idea of Master being good for you?” Jimin quirked his head. Not the response he expected at all. Jimin began to scoot away from Jungkook, not quite scared, but surprised and confused, and slightly aroused.

“Master…. Would be good for Jiminie?”

Pt. 2

On this Saturday morning, Jungkook woke up earlier than Jimin. The hybrid had been usually twitchy and restless in sleep and it woke the other up. Not that Jungkook minded or was surprised. Jimin sometimes had nightmares and cutely clung to his master all night. besides, Jungkook was used to waking up early for a morning run or quick exercise at the gym. Jungkook left the bed to brush his teeth and use the restroom, letting the cat hybrid take over the rest of the bed.

The apartment lay quiet, except for the sound of the water running as Jungkook brushed his teeth. As he finished, he heard a whimper that most definitely came from their room. Jungkook sighed, sometimes Jimin would get so worried if he woke up and Jungkook was gone from their bed.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, Jimin” he called. Jungkook made his way to their room, growing more and more concerned as it became obvious the hybrid was crying.

“Jimin! what’s wrong? Why are you crying baby?” Jungkook sat on the bed pulling up the bundle of covers where Jimin hid.

Jiminy poked his head up, face wet with tears. “M-Master, J-Jimnie had a bad d-dream last night. a-and then when I woke u-up….. it hurts master! I’m sorry, Jiminie wants to be a good boy but he had a bad dream” Jimin pleaded to Jungkook. His grabby hands grip Jungkook’s shirt tightly. Jungkook figured a bad dream triggered this sort of reaction. He pulls the boy into his lap, somewhat forgetting how much Jimin as already grown and struggles to maneuver them into a comfortable position.

“What are you talking about Jimin? what was your dream about? Its ok I’m not mad at you, I could never be” Jungkook pets Jimin’s soft head and pushes his bangs away.

“But-but if Jiminie tells you…. “ his voice trails off

“I promise I won’t get mad. I know you’ve had scary dreams before and its ok. Tell me what happened.”

Jimin’s face reddens and he looks embarrassed but in a way Jungkook hasn’t seen before. “It-it wasn’t a scary dream….it was a bad dream….” Jimin avoids Jungkook’s eyes, “a-a d-dirty dream…. about Master.” By the time he finishes the sentence, Jimin’s voice is nearly a whisper.