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Kinktober #2 - roleplaying with Namjoon? Phewwwwww, that was so good to read!! I love how you managed to establish that roleplaying was happening while keeping it exciting. And then the sweetness at the end was so good to end with!! Thank you for writing this! It was wonderful to read. 💜

You’re so welcome! I’m so glad you enjoyed it

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teratophilia - jeon jungkook x reader kinktober #4

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day four - teratophilia, aka monster-fucking

reader! afab!reader, fem!reader

word count! 444 words

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Teratophiliac Jungkook teratophiliac Jungkook teratophiliac Jungkookkkkk<3

But not for himself, no no no. For you, my love. Anime and hentai go hand-in-hand, after all, and it’s only a matter of time before those nasty videos leak add to his length list of turn-ons. 

It’d start off small- just him thinking about tentacles or dragon cocks being shoved in you while he jacked off. But discovering a new genre of sex toys would really help him get into it.

It wouldn’t be long before he’d gather a collection. When I say he’d want to test out everything, I mean it.

Tentacles, dragon cocks, knotted toys. Any shape, any size, any function. He’d just want to know how it felt for you. He’d love to tease you with them, so stretch you out, to see just how filthy you could get. He’d make notes of just what did it for you- which ones hit your special spots the best, what makes you cum the fastest, the hardest. He wants everything to be perfect for his baby. Simply perfect.

But he’d become absolutely unhinged once he learned about sheaths. He doesn’t have to just watch how tentacles make you feel, he gets to do it to you.

He’d be a little nervous the first time. Who wouldn’t be, shoving their precious dick into that much silicone? But the way you were begging and the way his cock was aching and the way it was so, so close to his fantasies convinced him to slip it on.

And he loved every second of it.

It felt a little strange for him- almost a mix between fucking you and a fleshlight. But lord- the way you reacted to it. The way you gripped onto his back so hard you drew blood. The way your legs stuck to his waist. The way your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled and the way you just couldn’t stop rambling on and on and on. It made up for it. He fucked you like a wild animal that night. He fucked you until he was a sticky, panting mess and the only thing he could think about was just how tight and warm you were inside. 

But above all else, he loved the examination of it. He loves that he could do this to you, that you were secretly just as filthy as he is. That he could fuck you with something that wasn’t even human, and you’d still cum hard and fast for him. He loved the mess you made of each other, and he loved how he got to add another toy to his collection every single fucking time.

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This one is a LOT shorter, purely because I’ve never written monster-fucking and this idea is half-baked. I may try something bigger with this so stay tuned ig?

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angry sex - han jisung x reader kinktober #3

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day three- "hate" sex

reader! afab!reader, fem!reader

word count! 1.6k words

tags! angry sex, unprotected sex (NO), teasing, riding

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“You’re such a fucking asshole, Jisung!”

“Oh, right, I’m the asshole! You walk around like a fucking slut all day long and I’m supposed to-“

“A slut?!”

This argument has been going on for a good ten minutes. Since you’re in your own dorm, you decided to wear a tight tank top and short shorts to cool down after dance practice. 

You felt like your roommate had been a little too focused on you the whole day. He’s a gorgeous man, and you do have a bit of a crush on him, so it’s not like you exactly mind. But he’s just so brash about it. 

He started making his stares more obvious, but he made a snide little comment and it touched a nerve. 

“Those don’t cover much” feels very different coming from a man sitting on the couch.  no matter how much you like him. 

This escalated from little quips to now a full tirade. But as the annoyance settles deep down in your stomach, something else joins it. More than a little lust. 

It doesn’t make much sense. He’s being so rude and you’re genuinely mad at him. But there’s something about how he looks- the set of his jaw, the vein in his neck, the way he annoyedly pushes his hair back. It reminds you of your attraction to him, of the nights you’ve touched yourself wishing it was his fingers in you instead of your own.

You take a deep inhale through your nose, holding your breath and wishing the fluttering  in your pussy to stop.

He leans in close to your face, eyes still hard and cold. 

“It’s not my fault you-“

“It’s not my fault you hate that you wanna fuck me!” You snap, desperate for him to stop talking. 

His round cheeks flush a deep shade of red, and his indignant tone  turns defensive. 

“What?! What are you- what are you talking about?!” He snaps. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Oh come off it! You can barely control yourself around me. I’m not a slut, you’re just a desperate bitch! The only reason you haven’t tried anything is because you’re too much of a pussy-“

He shuts you up with a kiss. It was a stupid, impulsive move, but it’s a welcome one. The pent up frustration fuels the kiss- the way he grips your hair, the way you bunch his shirt up in your fingers. 

You pull away briefly, both of you stunned by his decision. And both of you instantly recognize how much you want to do more than kiss. You practically fall into his lap, grinding against his groin as he positions you both on the couch. 

He tastes like cherry chapstick, and you can’t get enough of his pillowy, perfect lips. He arches his hips up to grind against your pussy. You can feel his growing bulge, feel how he’s desperate for the warmth of your dampening cunt. 

The beaks for air cease, both of you hungry to taste more of each others’ lips and tongue. His hand taps against the waistband of your shorts, non-verbally asking for permission to touch you. You try to guide his hand into your pants, but he just slips it down to your pussy above your shorts. 

He starts slowly rubbing you through your shorts and panties. He’s more letting you grind yourself down onto his fingers. He finally slips his fingers into your shorts, playing with your clit through your panties. He runs his fingers up and down the length of your slit, coating his digits in your essence. 

You moan into the kiss and he pulls back. 

“That feel good?” He asks. “You enjoying that?” You nod without thinking and he chuckles. “I told you you’re a slut.” He says it in such a gentle way that it angers you yet again. 

“Shut the fuck up.” You snap. “Just touch me properly, Jisung.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says sarcastically. 

He sticks his fingers inside of you, thumbing your clit as he fingers you. He’s muttering insults and praises as he does so, calling you things like  “a slut, but such a well-behaved slut” or a “desperate baby.” You snap back, calling him “a wannabe fucktoy” and a “dog in heat.” The bickering makes it better, and this is evident by the juices running down the man’s wrist. 

His cock is still straining to get out of his sweatpants, and his fingers aren’t doing it anymore. 

“Jisung.” You sigh. 

“Hm?”

“Put it in me.”

“You sure? I don’t have a-“

“Put it in me or I swear to God I’ll fucking kill you.” You snap at him. 

“Fine, fine. Christ, you’re so fucking demanding. Up.”

You roll off him and pull your shorts off as he pulls his sweats down below his pelvis. He wasn’t wearing boxers, which explains all the sighing and groaning as you two barely humped. He grabs your wrist before you can take your panties off, pulling you back onto his lap. 

He just moves the soaked fabric to the side, the cold air sending a shiver down your spine. He grabs his erect cock and teases your hole with it. 

“Motherfucker-“ you hold the base of his dick and sit down, moaning as his girth stretches you out. The head touches deep, hitting a place in your stomach no one has reached before. Your legs shake from pleasure, and it only intensifies when he starts thrusting. 

It feels amazing. Your cunt is clenching tighter around him, instinctively trying to pull him in. You lean forward and attach yourself to his neck to keep from moaning. 

He can tell, and he wants to make fun of you for it. But as you suck hickeys and hit marks across his neck and collar bone, it’s as if he forgets how to speak. The warm tightness of your pussy certainly isn’t helping. 

Jisung has waited a while for this. It’s obvious in the way he’s breathing, grunting, clutching at you. He’s waiting for so long. Waited to taste your lips, to feel you from the inside. Every flirty little glance, every skirt that just happened to be a bit too short. Everything drove him closer to you, made him want to touch you more. And now he finally got his motherfucking chance. Sure, you’ll hate him after. But he finally got to stuff you full of cock and feel you collapse around him. And that’s worth it. 

You finally pull yourself together and sit up again, rolling your hips to feel the veins of his shaft anywhere you can. Jisung  pulls your shirt up over your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth as you ride him. 

“You’re such a fucking baby. You know that?” You tease. His teeth pinch in a bit and he smirks at the way you hiss. You  stop teasing and let yourself get lost in the feeling. His moans send vibrations through you, adding yet another type of stimulation. Fuck, he’s good at that. The way he plays with your tits  as his cock pounds into makes you throw your head back in pleasure. 

There’s not an ounce of regret in your body for this decision. The way his tongue feels, the way your walls squeeze around his cock, the sting of his hand coming down against your ass. Everything is so good, and ass the pleasure fills your head up like syrup, you almost forget you were annoyed at him. Almost. 

“Calling me a slut…” You groan. “When you were dying to stick it in me. You’re glued to my tots like a fuck-fucking baby after taking all that shit?” He spits you out and bites the crook of your neck. You whine, your insults catching in your throat. 

It pisses you off how he knows just what to do. That he somehow knew how sensitive your breasts are. That he knew about that sensitive spot in your neck. His body is flush with yours, not just physically, but psychologically. His teeth unlatch from your neck and he rests his chin on your shoulder, holding your hips down so you can’t move. 

“You’re such a big talker, Y/N. I could practically taste you soaking  through your panties during our little spat. Don’t say I was dying to ‘stick it in you’ when it took one kiss for me to get it done.” 

He snaps his hips up, a moan tearing out of your throat and cutting off your response. He’s fucking up into your rapidly, chasing deeper spots inside of you. It’s like he wants to reach your cervix, or at least trying to cum sooner. And he is. He wants to cum so badly. He wants your pussy to draw it out of him, to bust inside of you. He knows he shouldn’t, and more importantly that he didn’t ask, but he wants to. He wants to so so so so bad-

“Fuck me, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum Y/N I’m gonna cum-!”

You pull yourself off him at the last second, falling forward into his chest as he instinctively wraps his arms around your back. His thighs shake under yours as his orgasm wracks his body. 

You stay there together on the couch, trying to catch your breath. You don’t think about the cum that shot across the floor, the way someone could walk in at any moment. You just sit there huffing. Jisung laughs, taunting you between pants. 

“I… I told you… you’re a slut-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

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I’m sorry I’m behind my schedule is actually evil omg. I’ll be fully up to date by Sunday. Sorry for wait guys &lt;3

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✩that tight little dress✩ - namjoon x reader kinktober #2

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day two - roleplay

reader! afab!reader, fem!reader

word count! 1.9k words

tags! roleplay, wall sex, unprotected sex (don't do that.), dirty talk, self-indulgent degradation

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The man across the bar is staring at you like he’s starving. Deep, dark eyes slowly roaming over your body, lips pressed together in an attempt to keep from drooling. His finger strokes across the top of his thigh nervously. The deep red dress that hugs your figure is drawing him in, begging him to come over and flirt with you. Begging him to come over and take you back to his place. He wants to get to know every inch of your body, to rip that dress off and figure out who you are.

That’s the storyline, anyway.

You’ve decided to try something different with your boyfriend. You wouldn’t have guessed it when you started dating, but him being into roleplay made more sense as time went on. You’ve tried tons of different scenarios- college professor and his student dying for extra credit, massage therapist, royalty and their favorite suitor, forbidden lovers. But never pretending to be strangers. It seemed a little odd to him at first- why would you want to fuck a stranger when he’s right at home? But then you explained it to him-

You get the thrill and rush of feeling like you’re doing something naughty, something new. But you have the guaranteed safety net and emotional closeness of your pre-existing relationship. Once it became less about strangers and more about thrill-seeking, he was a hundred percent on board.

That’s what brought you to this dark nightclub. In your tight little dress, in your light little heels, with your tight little pussy aching to be stuffed full of cock. But you haven’t “met” him yet, so that’s entirely out of the question. At least let the man buy you a drink before he lets him take you home. 

The tall man practically glides over to you, standing a stool away from you. He waits for your eyes to meet him before 

“I know you probably don’t want to hear it from me, but you look stunning.” He opens. You smile, heart fluttering now that the scene has truly started. You giggle, trying to cover up the nerves.

“Thank you! I wanted to look nice tonight, but stunning is even better.”

“For tonight?” He wonders. “You have something special going on? I wouldn’t want to impose.” 

“I’m supposed to meet up with some friends.” You shrug, as if these non-existent friends are more party buddies than true confidants. “But don’t worry about imposing- I'd Much rather talk with you. I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

“Kim Namjoon.” He smiles, sitting in the barstool next to you. “You have a lovely name, Y/N.”

You two continue to play the scene out over drinks. It’s fun to pretend to be these alter egos. It’s not anything special, but seeing how different your dynamic could’ve been if you met differently, or were different people, is certainly interesting. It doesn’t take long before you’re both slightly sick of the acting, though, and want to get to a different kind of fun. Namjoon breaks the silence first and clears his throat.

“Are you still meeting with your friends?” He asks. You roll your eyes, drinking the rest of your whiskey. 

“No, I’m not.” You say, completely indifferent. “Why?” Namjoon finishes his own drink before responding.

“I was wondering if you’d like to rest at my place. I’d hate for you to go home alone, and I’m sober enough to drive.”

“Why wouldn’t I just go back to mine? Make you drop me off?” You say indignantly. Something in his eyes shifts. They seem sharper, more direct. Your stomach clenches at the change.

“Because we both know what you really want,” He whispers, leaned in right next to your ear. “And I certainly can’t let you go home unsatisfied.” And that’s all it takes. Within minutes, you’ve paid the tab and left the bar.

He drives you back to “his” place, touching you the whole way. For just a moment, he dips his hand down between your legs. He doesn’t touch you, mind you, he wouldn’t dare risk fucking you in the back seat. But the closeness, the hovering, the heat of his fingers. It all makes you bite the inside of your cheek and clench your thighs together. He’s pleased with this reaction and places his hand back on top of your leg. 

He barely manages to get you through the front door before his hand has fully slipped inside your dress. He thought about you while you were walking up the stairs, but he’s fed up now. He just wants to touch you, to feel how wet you are for him. His long fingers slide over the slick bottom of your panties and he relishes in just how soaked you are.

“This worked up over a man you just met.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Shameful little girl, aren’t you?”

“Don’t be such an a-ass.” You snap, trying your best not to stammer. He’s not making it easy. He slips your panties to the side and sticks a finger inside your soaked cunt, testing the waters. The way your walls ache to clench around it tells him you need more. Ever the gentleman, that’s exactly what he gives you.

He pulls you into a kiss, the taste of whiskey still strong on his tongue. You moan into the kiss, grinding your clit down against the rough palm of his hand. He follows suit, moving his hand in small, controlled circles as he finger-fucks you. 

“I can’t wait to go to bed” He huffs. “Just let me fuck you right here.” 

“I don’t know… what if you drop me?” You know he won’t. He’s fucked you up against the wall pleanty of times. But you wanna hear him assure you.

“I never would. Trust me, I’d have to be one stupid bastard to let you fall. You’ve trusted me this much, and I know you’re aching for some cock. Just trust me one more time.” He slips a hand under your thigh, stroking your soft skin as he awaits your okay. 

“Fine.” You sigh. “Pick me up.” 

Without hesitation, he does just that. He hoists you up against the wall, holding you in one arm and pressing the two of your bodies into the wall for added support. After miraculously removing his clothing from the waist down, he taps the sides of your thigh 

You sling your legs over his hips, finally letting him support your weight. He teases your folds with the tip of his cock, fat head threatening to break you as it pushes in. You moan behind bitten lips, almost drowning out the growled “fuck” that slips out of the man before you.

His thick cock fits nearly perfectly within your plush pussy. Despite acting like you’ve never met, it’s clear your cunt has molded to his shape. It’s like he’s been designed to fill you up and hit all those spots every time. The perfect cock, all for you. 

Namjoon kisses you again, pushing you further into the wall as he begins thrusting. Because of the curl in your stomach, he’s instantly rubbing up against your g-spot. He fucks you hard and slow, desperate to feel each moan of yours vibrate on his lips.

“You’re such a slut. He spits between kisses. “You let a man you’ve never met rawdog you in his entryway? What a shame…” 

“I’m not a slu-” You attempt to protest. He chuckles and kisses you, swallowing your response.

He drops his hands down to your pussy, playing with your clit as he fucks you. The double stimulation is incredible, it’s got your mind going blank as he pushes you against the wall against and again. You’re probably going to have bruises on your shoulder blades but it doesn’t matter.

The sex is filthy. You can’t stop moaning, you can’t shut up. Your pussy is sopping wet, and each thrust fills the air with disgustingly lewd noises. Your creamy cunt is dripping everywhere, soaking his upper thighs and dripping out onto the floor. He’s teasing your clit like he isn’t pounding into your stomach, like you aren’t already about to cum. You’re babbling, going on and on about how good it feels and how happy you are it’s his cock filling you up. He tries to shut you up with kisses, but he’s getting drunk off your ramblings and can’t stop.

“You’re shameless…ngh- fuck!”

“Mhm! Mhm!” You nod desperately. You are. You’re clawing at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to get even closer. You want his dick in your stomach, in your throat. You want to be able to taste it from where it stands. Because his fingers and his cock have turned you into some kind of freak and you just want more of it.

“I’m g-gonna cum!” You pant. “Gonna cum s-soon~!” He speeds up a little bit, both his pelvis and fingers. You reach your climax, screaming in pleasure as you cream over his throbbing cock. He fucks you through your high, not giving a single shit about how sensitive you may be or how this may end for him.

Your legs shake and squeeze his sides as you ride out your orgasm, desperate for more and for it to be over at the same time. He’s still pounding into you relentlessly, and he grabs your jaw to make you look at him.

“You see how good that felt? See how good it feels to be a slut for me? You think anyone else could’ve given you that tonight? No one else would’ve bothered. But I took care of that cunt of yours. You got that?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Sir? Aren’t you ob- fucking hell- obedient-!” His hard persona is faltering, and you can tell it’s because he’s getting close to finishing himself. He can only take so much, but his hand falls right back to teasing your clit and swollen lips. He’s desperate for you to enjoy it for just as long as he does.

Your cumming has made it difficult for him, though. The extra warmth, softness, and tightness makes it feel like you’ve become a succubus, and he wants nothing more than to give his soul to you.

His thrusts are becoming erratic and sloppy. He’s chasing a high he’s far too close to, desperate to cum inside you. Desperate to defile that perfect cunt. His breathing is ragged and fast, he sounds like he’s been running for hours. And you still can’t get a single word out. You try. You try and you try. But the pounding of his cock and his fingers on your swollen clit make the words catch in your throat and come out and moans, curses or whines. Because all you can feel, all you’re aware of.

You two end up finishing at the same time. You reach a second orgasm, creaming all over his thick shaft. This is what finally does it for him, and he finishes inside of you. You feel your insides flood with hot, sticky cum  as he leans against the wall to support your weight. His thighs are shaking against yours, and he’s trying to control his breathing. He swallows hard, trying to calm down before speaking.

“I’m so glad I met you.” He sighs, a smile tugging at his lips. He’s not acting anymore. This is much deeper, much more real. You smile, dropping your head in lieu of giving him a hug. 

“I’m glad I met you, too.” 

You come to an unspoken agreement to stay like that for just a second longer. Just until you can stand on your own again.

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and that's day two. this one is a little more disjointed cuz i literally banged this out in under two hours. sorry about that. hope y'all enjoyed tho <3

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kinktober #1 - sub!Jimin x reader

day one - pegging

reader! afab!reader, fem!reader

word count! 1.8k

tags! sub!Jimin, softdom!reader, pegging (duh), praise, dirty talk, spanking, slight brain fog (mainly just implied)

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When Jimin wants you to fuck him, he really wants you to fuck him. Not ride him, not tell him what to do. He wants you to bend him over- the bed, a counter, the couch, doesn’t matter- and fuck him senseless. He wants you to drag your nails down his back, bite him, call him a good boy, make him cum just from abusing his prostate. He wants it so bad but he can’t just fucking say it.

So instead of asking you to peg him, he just curls up next to you on the couch, nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder. You smile, reaching up and petting the back of his head. As his soft hair slips between your fingers, he gently kisses your neck and starts slowly rutting up against your thigh. You can tell based on how curled up and hidden he is he’s in a much more submissive mood. You smile to yourself.

“What’s up with you, huh?” You ask. 

“Mmm.” He whines, shaking his head. 

“You okay?” You tease, your voice playful.

“Mm-mm.” 

“Waddaya want from me, baby?” You ask him. He just whines, grinding into you a little bit harder. You laugh, your hand slipping to his shoulder. You rub his arm, pulling him into a tighter hug.

“If you don’t use your words, I can’t help you, Jimin~” You remind him. He makes a noise that sounds like a small sob and then goes silent for a bit. But you know him- he’s your good boy. He’ll speak in just a moment.

“Wan’ you to fuck me…” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“Hmm? What was that, sweetheart?”

“Want you to fuck me!” He says louder. You can feel the heat of his cheeks burning. “Please.”

“There, was that so hard?” You giggle, kissing the top of his head. You can tell from his neediness what he wants, so you go to your room and grab the strap from its box under your bed. 

It’s a pretty toy. Baby blue and white, the colors marbled across the dildo’s surface. The harness is white, the same shade of blue on the clasps. You smile, tucking the strap-on under your arm as you grab the bottle of lube off your bedside table. You get back to the living room and Jimin’s already stripped down to his underwear, his clothes folded neatly on the coffee table.

“Look at you, organizing your things for me.”

The small talk doesn’t last long. You tell him to flip over, and he immediately kneels on the floor, legs spread and torso flush against the couch cushions.

You pull his black Calvin Kleins down around his ankles and he kicks them off without hesitation. His flushed, desperate cock is pinned between his thighs. He’s leaking precum down his thighs, but neither of you make any attempt to touch it. You instead shift your attention to his round, smooth bottom. 

You tap the insides of his thighs and he moves them apart a bit, making it easier for you to spread his cheeks apart. His asshole clenches in anticipation, begging for attention. 

You uncap the bottle of lube and squirt a sensible amount on to his entrance, massaging it in with a single finger. He sighs quietly and you smile. 

“I haven’t even touched you yet. What’s with those pretty little noises?”

“I just- mmm.” He whines, unable to explain himself. You put a little pressure on his sphincter, a waiting groan wisping from his mouth

“Imagine what’ll happen when I actually put something in you.” You chuckle. “Think you’ll be able to handle it?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nods. “I’ll be able to- ungh-!” 

He isn’t really able to handle it. Your middle and ring finger push into him, slowly scissoring back and forth. As you massage his prostate, trying to loosen him up, a beautiful chorus of sighs fills the room. 

“You’re such a slut, Jiminie.” You tease. “I’ve only got two fingers in you and you’re moaning like you’re about to cum.You sure you’ll even make it to my dick, hmm?” 

“I’ll- ah!- I’ll make it~ Jus’ feels s’good.” He assures you. He’s not very convincing, and the steady stream of precum isn’t helping. 

You rub your fingers against his prostate again and he lets out a high mewl, burying his face into the pillows. His walls are hungry for you, clenching around your digits and begging for more and more. You do really want to keep teasing him, but the precum dripping on to the floor and the way he’s balled his fists up and the relaxation of his hole tells you it’s time to put it in. 

You pull back, planting a kiss on his hole as he moans in protest.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” You ask. “Be good and patient for a moment.” 

You slip out of the mini-shorts you're wearing, stepping into and fastening the harness around your hips. You grab the bottle of lube again, massaging the silicone dildo until it’s so wet and slippery you can barely keep a grip on it. 

The dildo’s big- eight and a half  inches and about as thick as four fingers pinched together. It’d be too big for you, but Jimin wants what he wants and he can take it.

You line the toy up with his entrance and push the head in, watching as his legs start to shake in anticipation. You rest your hands on his ass, giving him a warning.

“I’m about to push in a little more. Ready?”

“Please,”

 It’s not a proper response, but it works. You bottom out, your hips flush against his ass. The second he feels you push in like that he practically breaks, a loud moan escaping his lips. You slap one of your hands against his soft flesh, Jimin hissing at the sting.

“You sound so pretty for me.” You praise, slowly thrusting in and out. You watch as the dildo vanishes inside his ass, honey-sweet moans sinking into ears and filling your mind. 

“Anything for you…” He groans, slamming his hips down into yours. He can feel the dildo in his stomach, the pressure of it rubbing against the couch driving him crazy. It’s hitting such a deep point on his body he feels like he can taste it in his throat. There’s a mantra repeating in his head- anything for her, anything for her, anything for her.

He’s completely fine with become your good little fucktoy. Each slap on his ass, each “good boy,” each stroke against his walls is a reminder of why he loves you, why he loves doing this. He loses himself in the fucking, the stretch of the toy stretching his mind to his limits.

You keep thrusting in and out, periodically slapping your hand against his ass. His reddening flesh is warm beneath your fingers, but Jimin doesn’t seem to care about the sting. Each slap makes him laugh a little bit- a laugh that’s siphoned off my a whine or a moan. 

He’s clearly totally lost himself in the fucking. Drool is pooling under his cheek as his eyes flutter open and shut. His fists clench at nothing, desperate for a blanket or sheet to grip onto. 

You slip your left hand into his, lacing your fingers together. He breaks through his fuzziness to kiss your fingers, moaning against your hand.

It doesn’t take long until he’s stopped moaning and is just feeling it, eyes rolled back in his head. He’s drooling again, back arched, shallow pants taking the place of the quiet breaths he was taking. His breath hitches in his throat and he coughs, the spasms causing the dildo to hit deeper inside him. 

He starts bucking a little bit, clearly desperate to finish. 

“You gonna cum, baby?” You ask him.

“Mm-mmhm,” He slurrs. “Wanna cum…W’na cum real bad. Ca-C-Can-”

“Can you cum?” You ask, filling in his sentence for him. He coughs, spit dripping down his pouty lips.

“Mhmm. Please… wanna cum s’bad,” 

“You can cum whenever you want, okay?”

“Mhm~!” 

It still takes a bit for him to cum, but he’s clearly not doing well the whole time. Swollen, angry cock leaking precum all over the floor, drool absorbing into the couch and wetting his cheeks. He’s holding your hand so tightly he’s losing circulation in his fingers, and he just wants to cum. He’s so sensitive and it feels so good and he’s so happy to be yours and it just feels-

“Fuck!” He yells, finally reaching his climax. Hot, white cum practically pours from his cock. You panic and reach your hand under his dick, trying to catch the load. You don’t get all of it, it drops past your fingers and off your palm. But you’ve largely saved your floor. You silently wipe his cum all over the hot, red flesh of his ass before pulling out. 

You take the strapon off and hold it in your offhand before leaning down over him.

“I’m gonna clean you up nice and good, okay, baby? You just wait right here.” 

“Uh…huh…” He’s not even looking at you. He might be staring at you, but there is nothing behind those eyes. You walk into the bathroom and toss the soaked strapon into the tub. You can wash it tomorrow. 

You grab a microfiber rag and soak it in warm water, wringing it out before coming back to the living room. 

“Hey, Jimin.” You say, your quiet voice letting him know you’re back in the room. 

“Hi…” He says softly, still not entirely here. 

You silently clean the cum off his body, first gently cleaning off his cock and then his ass. You toss the rag into the trash before going to your room and grabbing him a clean pair of sweatpants and a shirt.

You walk back to the living room and help him redress himself. You kneel down and stroke the sweat-damp hair off his forehead, smiling gently at his tired face.

“You wanna go to bed?” You ask him.

“Mhmmm.”

“You wanna sleep out here? Or in bed?”

He holds up two fingers.

“Okay, baby. You think you can stand up for me?” He nods and slowly lifts himself up. He holds your hand like a little kid as he walks back into your room, silently crawling under the blankets. You turn the light off and get in next to him.

He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, snuggling close to you again. He kisses your shoulder before snuggling into it, almost as if he’s trying to hide from the world before he goes to bed.

“You were so good for me. You know that, right?:

“Thank you.” He whispers, and after a second says, “I love you.”

You smile, sleepiness leaking into your consciousness.

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” You say, petting the back of his head. You lie like that until you both finally fall asleep.

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hope you didn't hate this. I haven't written smut in a while so i'm a lil out of practice. (hopefully) see y'all tmr <3