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kinky hours masterlist

all drabbles are 18+. for adults, by adults, about adults. all are for f.readers!

I just half-assed some of the titles lol. Nevertheless, I hope you guys can now locate and read your favorite drabbles easier! Enjoy! 

Jungkook 

he finds out that you’re a Little/daddy!jk

cumming inside you without protection/creampie kink

eating you out with whipped cream

dom!jk/dirty talk/window sex

reader squirts and jungkook’s “give me more”

atgggth™ jk/eating pussy/whiny reader

jk fucks you while standing

spitting in mouth/overwhelmed reader

dom!jk/bratty reader

crybaby!jk/anal play with sub reader/ddlg 

jungkook finding your moans adorable

softdom!jk/rainy ambience/dirty talk/cuddling 

chubby reader/rough sex/praise

horny jk comes home while you’re cooking

crybaby™ jk/reader wearing cat ears and tail

riding jk’s thigh while spooning

overstimulation/clit torture/squirting

dom!jk pinning you down as he fucks you

daddy jk and his corruption kink

soft jk but reader wants it harder, hmmppp >:(

clit overstim/tied to the bed

hard dom jk/rough sex/jk fucks reader ‘inhumanly fast’…haha

passionate sex/lotus position

jk fucks reader gently and deeply™

ddlg/first time riding dom!jk/praise

blowjob while on the phone/punishment/degradration/jk meanie 

hard dom!jk/humiliation/subspace/big dick jk haha

reader does jk’s makeup as she rides his cock

daddy!jk/small reader/praise kink/size kink/wearing his baggy shirt

daddy!jk is handcuffed to the bed by babygirl  

dom!jk is jealous so he gives you hickeys

slapping/spitting in reader’s mouth/degradation/rough/choking

jk catches reader humping her pillow with his jumper on

punk jk fucks reader on her parents’ bed

crybaby™ jk and his love for eating pussy/spitting/descriptive

thigh riding/degradation/choking/spanking/hair pulling/whatever

overstimulation/reader tells jk to stop but he doesn’t listen

cockwarming/”move and i’ll take my fucking cock out of you”

punishing you in front of the members/degradation

dom jk fucks you mercilessly in front of a mirror/rough

having your first time with dom!jk

jk comes home to reader fucking herself/punishment/size kink/daddy

fucking you roughly while the members are around

dom jk/cocky jungkook energy/slow down by chase atlantic/descriptive

cockwarming :D

punishing you after you came without his permission

reader says she’s ‘too heavy’ but jk proves her wrong/against the wall

jungkook trying his spanking kink out on you

holding your thighs while he eats your cunt

dom!jk manhandles reader/virgin kink

tae walking in on you riding jungkook’s thigh

crybaby™ jk/reader got her nipples pierced/descriptive

Taehyung 

lactation kink/slight mommy kink

pushing your head against a pillow bc you’re too loud

sweet hot tub sex

taehyung uses his ties to play with you

reader cheats on jk while fucking taehyung

mutual masturbation but ends up fucking anyway lol

ddlg taehyung/size kink

bad boy™ taehyung teachers reader how to blow

the start of bad boy™ tae x young reader ;)

movie date with a remote control vibrator/dirty talk

dom!tae/nipple play/hand kink

tae fucks you while you’re asleep/spooning

ddlg/tae is jealous of you spending your time with other guys

cockwarming while he’s gaming

soft dom!tae/praise kink

bratty reader/rough/pissed from all the dating rumors

tae makes you wear a ball gag

taehyung fucks you in a pool

getting heated with tae in the pool

ceo!taehyung/secret relationship/some spanking

fucking you sensually while Singularity plays in the background

tae x reader x namjoon/impreg kink/who can get her pregnant first

tae walking in on you riding jungkook’s thigh

Jimin 

cockwarming with jimin while he works out

jimin releasing his pent-up stress on you

sub!jimin x sub! reader x dom!namjoon

softdom!jimin/swallowing his spit/praise kink

poly dom!jimin x dom!yoongi x sub!reader

truth or dare/bts taunting jimin that he can’t make his gf cum

softdom!jimin/cocky/reader says he’s the biggest she’s ever had

softdom!jimin/readers sits on his lap and he bounces her up and down

dom!jimin/use of vibrator/edging/denial/squirting

jimin and his corruption kink/small!reader

jimin makes you sit on his face for being bratty

Hoseok 

werewolf hoseok in heat/mentions of impreg/slight blood mentions

tattooed hobi x curvy reader/praise kink/loving degradation

daddy hoseok/trying to get his attention while he’s on the phone

softdom!hobi/fucking you in front of the practice room’s mirror

masochistic hobi punishing reader

Namjoon 

dom!namjoon x sub!reader x dom!yoongi/spitting kink/spanking

daddy namjoon fucks you while you’re both high/marijuana intake

namjoon spits in your mouth/wall fucking

sub!jimin x sub! reader x dom!namjoon

namjoon and creampie… yum

namjoon punishing reader/overstim/degradation

softdom!namjoon/size kink!!

daddy!joon babies reader to be intimate with him 

edging with joonie and his babygirl

sucking him off while he’s on vlive

servant namjoon x princess reader/bending her over the desk

tae x reader x namjoon/impreg kink/who can get her pregnant first

Yoongi

innocent s/o never masturbated before/virgin reader/size kink

dom!yoongi x sub!reader x dom!namjoon/spitting kink/spanking

breeding kink/pregnancy kink

poly dom!jimin x dom!yoongi x sub!reader

hard dom yoongi

hand kink omfg

dom!yoongi/bondage/using a dildo on you

yoongi shows off his tongue technology/cunnilingus 

reader wears vibrating panties in public

Seokjin 

teasing seokjin until he snaps/big cock seokjin agenda

dry humping/cumming in his pants

daddy seokjin takes care of you after weeks of not having sex

asking jin if he can choke you

[luvk]

Heartbeat (m) : Series Masterpost

➣ When you put out a roommates ad for your newly purchased house, the only requirement you set out had been cleanliness. The last thing you’d expected was for the 7 most eligible bachelors of your university to come calling.

Throw in school, crazy fan girls and the most sought for men suddenly chasing after you with heart eyes, comes a college experience of a lifetime. Would it be so wrong to want them all?

➣ The Peppermint Mocha prequel (recommended read but not necessary)

➣ OT7/Reader, poly BTS

➣ Uni/College AU, friends to lovers AU, childhood friends AU, smut, angst, fluff (the holy trio), sub bts (yes), horny bts (like, all the time), multiple threesomes and several orgies (i’m sorry)

handcrafted | they needed a place to stay. you needed money. you are so fucking screwed. they want you to screw them instead.

white chocolate (m) | how is it they know you so well already?

cold brew (m) | this is a dangerous game. and you refuse to lose.

cookie crumble (m) | he’s not a kid anymore. oh fuck.

caramel macchiato (m) | he frustrates you. so you take his virginity against the wall. okay, yeah, you were being hasty. oops.

dark roast (m) | you change your phone number for the fifth time this semester and you’re just so stressed and now he’s on his knees.

chai tea (m) | they lied. you punish them, but it only leaves you emptier.

pumpkin spice (m) | they’re so fucking sorry.

green tea (m) | who said you had to choose?

pink (m) | let’s stay like this forever.

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my dear melancholy (m) masterpost

❥ in which you’re rich and lonely so you adopt 7 hybrids. chaos ensues. 

❥ hybrid au; tuxedo cat!yoongi, golden retriever!hoseok, bunny!jungkook, calico cat!jimin, tiger!taehyung, wolf!namjoon, honey bear!jin

❥ banner created by the lovely @/wwilloww, thank you again <3

prologue; needed you

one. core pride (m); music

two. hold me (m); dance

three. thrill me (m); self

four. kiss me (m); someone else

five. comfort me (m); trust

six. forget me (m); letting go

seven. break me (m); goodbyes

eight. i’m thinking of you all the while (m); aching

epilogue; choosing you

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perfect two | drabble mlist.

→ a series of pwp drabbles with some plot surrounding boyfriend!taehyung

pairing : boyfriend!taehyung x fem!reader

genre/aus : fluff, smut, angst, established relationship!au, domestic!au

❥ perfect two: clingy | read here

summary : You’re away on a trip and Taehyung misses you that’s why he’s being…clingy.

― content warnings: sexting, video call sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, sex toys

❥ perfect two: sleepy | read here (this week)

summary : Taehyung knows how to wake you up when you’re pretending to be…sleepy.

― content warnings: nipple/breast play, fingering, clit pinching?, thigh and pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pain kink?, aftercare

❥ perfect two: hungry | read here

summary: Taehyung wants to watch the first snow fall with you but it just had to happen when you’re…hungry.

― content warnings: oral (f. receiving), backshots (doggy), hair pulling, spanking, window sex?

taglist: either comment, send an ask or fill up the form!

note: this will not be posted in chronological order and will continue to be updated as Taehyung posts on his IG story where it’s inspired from. content warnings might also change as they’re currently being written.

all rights reserved. © ressjeon 2021.

[luvk]

kinky hours masterlist

— all drabbles are 18+. for adults, by adults, about adults. all are for f.readers!

— do not repost anywhere outside of tumblr. 

rules before sending a request 

Jungkook

mean daddy jk denies sub!reader of his touch/name-calling/degradation

OC asks for kisses during sex and jk finds it adorable

stressed jk getting pissed off at OC’s attitude/manhandling/ball gag

crybaby™ jk x reader/ jk licking the tears off of OC’s cheeks

criminal!jk x officer!reader/kidnapped/imagine butter era jk’s concept photo vr.2

brat tamer jungkook/punishes reader for being a spoiled brat lol

sub!jungkook is tied up/giving him oral/tracing his arm tats with your tongue

ex-bf jungkook/argument turns into hate sex/reader cheated on namjoon lmao

hand kink/making origamis with daddy!jk/gagging

single dad jk/apologizing that he fucked you too hard/babysitter reader

crybaby™ jk x reader but OC uses her safeword

daddy jk takes care of you after not having sex for weeks

he finds out that you’re a Little/daddy!jk

cumming inside you without protection/creampie kink

eating you out with whipped cream

dom!jk/dirty talk/window sex

reader squirts and jungkook’s “give me more”

atgggth™ jk/eating pussy/whiny reader

jk fucks you while standing

spitting in mouth/overwhelmed reader

dom!jk/bratty reader

crybaby!jk/anal play with sub reader/ddlg 

jungkook finding your moans adorable

softdom!jk/rainy ambience/dirty talk/cuddling 

chubby reader/rough sex/praise

horny jk comes home while you’re cooking

crybaby™ jk/reader wearing cat ears and tail

riding jk’s thigh while spooning

overstimulation/clit torture/squirting

dom!jk pinning you down as he fucks you

daddy jk and his corruption kink

soft jk but reader wants it harder, hmmppp >:(

clit overstim/tied to the bed

hard dom jk/rough sex/jk fucks reader ‘inhumanly fast’…haha

passionate sex/lotus position

jk fucks reader gently and deeply™

ddlg/first time riding dom!jk/praise

blowjob while on the phone/punishment/degradration/jk meanie 

hard dom!jk/humiliation/subspace/big dick jk haha

reader does jk’s makeup as she rides his cock

daddy!jk/small reader/praise kink/size kink/wearing his baggy shirt

daddy!jk is handcuffed to the bed by babygirl  

dom!jk is jealous so he gives you hickeys

slapping/spitting in reader’s mouth/degradation/rough/choking

jk catches reader humping her pillow with his jumper on

punk jk fucks reader on her parents’ bed

crybaby™ jk and his love for eating pussy/spitting/descriptive

thigh riding/degradation/choking/spanking/hair pulling/whatever

overstimulation/reader tells jk to stop but he doesn’t listen

cockwarming/”move and i’ll take my fucking cock out of you”

punishing you in front of the members/degradation

dom jk fucks you mercilessly in front of a mirror/rough

having your first time with dom!jk

jk comes home to reader fucking herself/punishment/size kink/daddy

fucking you roughly while the members are around

dom jk/cocky jungkook energy/slow down by chase atlantic/descriptive

cockwarming :D

punishing you after you came without his permission

reader says she’s ‘too heavy’ but jk proves her wrong/against the wall

jungkook trying his spanking kink out on you

holding your thighs while he eats your cunt

dom!jk manhandles reader/virgin kink

tae walking in on you riding jungkook’s thigh

crybaby™ jk/reader got her nipples pierced/descriptive

Taehyung 

testing out his pain kink on you/face slapping/biting/choking

taehyung finding the wet squelching noises cute iykyk 

bad boy™ tae gives you hickeys in public/possessive tae

dom!tae/mutual masturbation/voyeurism

werewolf!tae asking you to run because you disobeyed him

lactation kink/slight mommy kink

pushing your head against a pillow bc you’re too loud

sweet hot tub sex

taehyung uses his ties to play with you

reader cheats on jk while fucking taehyung

mutual masturbation but ends up fucking anyway lol

ddlg taehyung/size kink

bad boy™ taehyung teachers reader how to blow

the start of bad boy™ tae x young reader ;)

movie date with a remote control vibrator/dirty talk

dom!tae/nipple play/hand kink

tae fucks you while you’re asleep/spooning

ddlg/tae is jealous of you spending your time with other guys

cockwarming while he’s gaming

soft dom!tae/praise kink

bratty reader/rough/pissed from all the dating rumors

tae makes you wear a ball gag

taehyung fucks you in a pool

getting heated with tae in the pool

ceo!taehyung/secret relationship/some spanking

fucking you sensually while Singularity plays in the background

tae x reader x namjoon/impreg kink/who can get her pregnant first

tae walking in on you riding jungkook’s thigh

Jimin 

bisexual reader/jimin gets jealous from you fangirling over a female idol

jimin getting on his knees/you’re standing during oral

dom!jimin corruption kink/condescension/jimin and his kendo agenda

jimin edges you with a bluetooth vibrator in public 

making fun of jimin’s small hands until he shuts you up 

cockwarming with jimin while he works out

jimin releasing his pent-up stress on you

sub!jimin x sub! reader x dom!namjoon

softdom!jimin/swallowing his spit/praise kink

poly dom!jimin x dom!yoongi x sub!reader

truth or dare/bts taunting jimin that he can’t make his gf cum

softdom!jimin/cocky/reader says he’s the biggest she’s ever had

softdom!jimin/readers sits on his lap and he bounces her up and down

dom!jimin/use of vibrator/edging/denial/squirting

jimin and his corruption kink/small!reader

jimin makes you sit on his face for being bratty

Hoseok 

controlling your vibrating panties at dinner

hard dom!hobi/pissed off that you accidentally said his name instead of ‘daddy’ during sex

hobi getting annoyed that you keep moving during oral

werewolf hoseok in heat/mentions of impreg/slight blood mentions

tattooed hobi x curvy reader/praise kink/loving degradation

daddy hoseok/trying to get his attention while he’s on the phone

softdom!hobi/fucking you in front of the practice room’s mirror

masochistic hobi punishing reader

Namjoon 

namjoon discovering your pinterest board full of kinky shit

wolf namjoon x bunny hybrid reader/bunny gets lost in the forest o_o

dom!namjoon uses a spreader bar on you/squirting/degradation

giving joon oral under the desk bc he’s stressed from working

dom!namjoon x sub!reader x dom!yoongi/spitting kink/spanking

daddy namjoon fucks you while you’re both high/marijuana intake

namjoon spits in your mouth/wall fucking

sub!jimin x sub! reader x dom!namjoon

namjoon and creampie… yum

namjoon punishing reader/overstim/degradation

softdom!namjoon/size kink!!

daddy!joon babies reader to be intimate with him 

edging with joonie and his babygirl

sucking him off while he’s on vlive

servant namjoon x princess reader/bending her over the desk

tae x reader x namjoon/impreg kink/who can get her pregnant first

Yoongi

butt play wohoo/no peneration/just thumb on butthole typa’ thing

PUBLIC. BUS. SEX./cockwarming & grinding/slight exhibitionism/honestly this is just so hot

distracted by his hands/fingering you against his piano/hand kink

sitting on yoongi’s face + overstim

pet play/kitten play with yoongi

innocent s/o never masturbated before/virgin reader/size kink

dom!yoongi x sub!reader x dom!namjoon/spitting kink/spanking

breeding kink/pregnancy kink

poly dom!jimin x dom!yoongi x sub!reader

hard dom yoongi

hand kink omfg

dom!yoongi/bondage/using a dildo on you

yoongi shows off his tongue technology/cunnilingus 

reader wears vibrating panties in public

Seokjin 

seokjin ruining your orgasm/putting the vibrator inside your panties

yoga with seokjin/ahh yes, the downward dog/cunnilingus

dom!seokjin fucking you in front of a mirror

ball worship!!

lactation kink with seokjin aaahhhh

teasing seokjin until he snaps/big cock seokjin agenda

dry humping/cumming in his pants

daddy seokjin takes care of you after weeks of not having sex

asking jin if he can choke you

— since 2020.

[luvk]

okayyyyyyyy, my favorite trope in the whole world is sub jimin x sub reader x dom namjoon and he's just DOM because he's just namjoon and he's literally just that powerful,,,,,, so this is my request for kinky hours if yur pickin up what i'm puttin down 👀👀 also,,, just wanted to take a minute and say your work is great and i've been a big fan for a while now 👉🏻👈🏻 idk if i've ever made my appearance

Spacejooon! I have seen your blog a couple of times now and I think I remember you sent some public asks before. Thank you for supporting my blog 💕

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Namjoon was having the time of his life dominating the two of you. But the difference between you and Jimin was that, he’s a bit more bratty and loves to tease.

You watch as Namjoon crawls onto the bed to grab Jimin by his chin, making him tilt his head up. You caught a glance of the way Jimin licks his plump lips, eyes staring unswervingly at your dom.

“Wanna keep being a brat, boy? You think it’s a good fucking look on you when you go ahead and tease me like that...”

Namjoon makes eye contact with you, making your heart skip a beat. He slyly smirks, “I always knew Y/n is much better of a little sub than you.”

You gasp after hearing his words, and you can clearly see the pain that painted Jimin’s eyes. Before he can reply, Namjoon knocks out a whimper out of the younger boy when he collides his hand on his soft delicate cheek, slapping it, making Jimin cuss out.

“Sir—!” You mewl, feeling pity for Jimin. He whines and tries to rub the sore cheek with his hand. Namjoon quirks a brow at you, his lips slowly forming into a smirk, “What is it? You’re shocked? Wait until you see how fucking bad I can be to the two of you sluts.”

Namjoon lays down on the bed, the tip of his hard cock resting on his lower abdomen. “Come here Y/n, ride my face while Jimin sucks my cock.”

The two of you quickly move to your positions in fear of disappointment. Jimin was quick to slide down and move to his crotch area with an excited grin on his face, while you shyly straddle his face. Namjoon groans when he smells your arousal, seeing your wetness drip. He wastes no time to lick a thick stripe from your needy clit and up to your pulsating hole, making your body tremble.

“F-Fuck,” Namjoon stutters when Jimin takes his dick into his mouth. Jimin looks so pretty bobbing up and down his cock like that, your master’s disappearing and reappearing. Jimin takes more of his dick in his mouth, causing him to gag intensely.

Wet and lewd sucking sounds fill the air and it was music to everyone’s ears. You mewl when Namjoon sucks harshly on your clit, running his tongue all over your folds and doing figure eights. Your hands fly up to play with your boobs, squeezing and pinching your nipples.

“Y/n, baby,” Namjoon calls out from below with a deep, raspy voice.

“Yes s-sir?”

“Force Jimin’s head down on my dick.”

Jimin looks at you with big eyes, his eyebrows lifting up. You feel butterflies in your stomach from Namjoon’s sentence. He unexpectedly spanks your ass when you didn’t do as your told as fast as he wanted it to be. “Do it. Now,” he growls.

Whimpering, you timidly reach out your hand to grab Jimin’s head. Looking at him with a nervous expression, you gathered the courage to push his head down, applying as much force as needed. You can feel Namjoon smirking against your pussy as he continues to eat you out.

“Make him choke.”

“Sir I—“

“I didn’t fucking stutter, Y/n.”

With both hands, you shove Jimin’s head further down, ignoring the harsh gags he was experiencing. Jimin closes his eyes as saliva drips down on the corners of his lips, pushing his head lower until his nose touches Namjoon’s pubic bone. You instantly moan from the sight.

“Good job, little one. Make him put his bratty mouth to good use.”

~

Oh and reqs are now closed, everyone ❤️

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Colors 03: Black and Blue and Pink All Over (M) | JJK + KTH + PJM

♥ Summary 

     ↳ Jimin and Taehyung walk in on Jungkook fucking you and don’t leave. Jungkook decides it’s a great opportunity to put them in their place, have some fun, and remind you whose you are. 

          ♥ Pairings: Jungkook x Reader; Taehyung x Reader; Jimin x Reader; (M/M/M/F)

          ♥ Rating:  Explicit 

               ♥ A/N: This was the first fic I ever wrote and has been moved off of my masterlist to my “archived” list because I feel as if it doesn’t represent my writing now. I’ve kept the fic/series up for those of you loved reading it. If you’re new, please keep in mind my writing style and goals have changed a lot since I wrote this. Whether your like “Colors” or not, I would still recommend checking out my current Masterlist to see what I’ve been up to and how I’ve changed and improved.            ♥ Word Count: 6.2-6.3k;

          ♥ Series: Part One; Part Two

          ♥ Genre: Smut (like absolutely filthy smut.) Fluff. 

          ♥ Content Warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, fingering, slight love… tripod? very jealous Jungkook, jealous Taehyung, jealous Jimin, dirty talk, masturbation, pining, oral sex (female and male receiving), foursome, rough sex, cum eating, noona kink, rough oral sex, dom!Jungkook, switch!Taehyung, switch!Jimin, spit roasting, double penetration, triple penetration, tit jobs, squirting (referenced),  overstimulation, more pining, Jungkook is whipped for reader, like hella whipped

          ♥ A/N: Here it is, everyone. Filth. This is absolute filth. I don’t know how each chapter got dirtier than the last, but here we are. Let me know if you have a favorite part; I eat that shit up. Please feel free to comment, send an ask, or message me about the fic! 

Keep reading

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[ 11:48 pm ] chan is a scary man when angry. that is an undisputed fact.

an example outcome of pissing him off is your current predicament; disregarding the fact that you already reached your orgasm two times in record time, he sets the vibrator on the highest setting, making you clench around the little toy. you’re shaking violently from the overstimulation and truth be told, the pain hits all of your nerves like a thousand needles, but chan is ruthless and before you register it, your third orgasm washes over you and the vibrations stop shortly after. 

if you think about it, your punishment is a lighter sentence than the treatment hyunjin is slaughtered to. his head is thrown back against the headboard, his hands cuffed right above. even with the ball gag stuffed in his mouth, his broken moans are loud enough that the couple next door is very much able to hear his voice. a mix of drool and sweat and tears trickle down his face and pool at the dip above his collarbones. his body is trembling all over, but it gets better worse. 

with you positioned right in between his tense thighs, you have the best view on his throbbing cock, tip red and glistening in precum and lube and just begging to be touched. and that’s what you’re doing, lightly tracing the protruding veins on the underside of his dick. you’re barely applying pressure and a part of you feels sorry for riling him up so much, sorry for making him cry and choke and pant in desperation so much, but you’re just doing what chan ordered you to do.

well, you could oppose him… but chan is a terrifying man when aggravated and you’d rather not receive the same treatment like hyunjin.

and because chan is extremely pissed today, there’s a cock ring resting at the base of hyunjin’s shaft ever since the two of you were caught messily making out and humping like cats in heat, too horny to wait for him to come back from the studio.

“c’mon doll.” chan gets up from the chair and the mattress dips when he sits on the side. his voice isn’t exactly cold but the underlying sharpness is hard to miss. “be a good girl for me and suck hyunjinnie off.”

“but w-what about the cock ring?” 

“nothing about it. leave it on and suck him off.”

hyunjin blanches. you were certain that it’s impossible for him to pale given his current skin complexion but he just proved you wrong. glassy eyes widen in panic as he thrashes around, frantic clinks reverberating through the room from trying to get rid of the handcuffs. his pitch is an octave higher than usual when he tries to oppose, but it only comes off as muffled sounds due to the gag. 

finally he’s reached his breaking point.

“you asked for this, babyboy.” chan points out darkly, completely ignoring the noise and how sensitive the other reacts when he circles his nipples with nimble fingers. “you knew exactly what you were doing, hoping for me to punish you this hard. that’s why your bratty ass convinced y/n to make out with you. so i’m making you endure this whether you like it or not.”

as soon as those words hang in the air, chan sends you a look. “make him come as fast as you can,” he says and all you can do is nod submissively and comply.

what you can’t take in your mouth, you try to cover with your hands. when it comes to girth, chan is bigger, but hyunjin’s length makes up for it. you’ve done this often enough to know that hyunjin gets the most affected when you run your tongue across his slit, the taste of his precum still something to get used to. his body jolts when you suck harder, tongue lying flat against the underside of his cock. your gag reflex strikes once in a while whenever he bucks his hips up and the tip grazes the back of your throat. usually, he’d try not to abuse your mouth and always sends you an apologetic look whenever he does make you cough, but right now he has no ounce of rationality left in him and just cries.

it’s a miracle that his voice is still functioning at this point. chan doesn’t bat an eyelash as he takes one of hyunjin’s nipples in between two fingers and rolls and twists it as if it were a mere toy. at the same time, he presses a tiny vibrator on the other nipple, the stimulation sending ripples all over the other’s body. hyunjin tries to back away from the touches, but every time he tries to evade chan, he bucks his hips forward, causing you to moan. of course, your voice sends his nerves into overdrive and before he knows it, he tries to pull away from you but crashes right into chan once more. it’s like a never-ending cycle and at this point, he’s beyond saving.

eventually, when hyunjin has nothing more but more tears and drool on his chin and neck — it’s probably the ugliest he will ever look but even then, he looks as if he was crafted by the fucking gods — chan decides to take the gag off of him. hyunjin is exhausted, it’s visible in the way he slowly licks his cracked lips and in the way his half-lidded eyes still manage to shake. chan hasn’t even dropped the gag out of his hands when hyunjin starts shouting broken sentences and exclamations with a hoarse voice. 

“no! i don’t wanna come like this! i don’t wanna!” by now, he already gave up shaking his head like a madman. his movements grow weaker and his voice breaks after every third syllable. “hyung, i’m sorry, please don’t— aa-a-argh— make her stop, please, h-hyung!“

the moment your hands drops down to fondle his balls and you pull him out of your mouth to blow cool air on his slit, hyunjin cracks. his breath hitches, he freezes up for the brink of the moment, and then his body rattles. as the dry orgasm hits him, broken sobs leave his mouth repeatedly. you and chan leave him alone as he basks in pleasure and once that finally dwindles, he looks frustrated and lifeless yet fucked out at the same time. 

after you carefully remove the cock ring, trying the best not to make him stir, chan quirks a brow at you. “what do you think i should do with him? he’s still hard.”

your eye flit to hyunjin’s still hard dick and then to his face. he’s looking at you with clouded eyes, still in post-bliss. after being edged for roughly five times tonight and having his first and only orgasm being dry, he definitely deserves a reward, you figure. 

then again, you wouldn’t have been punished too if he hadn’t coaxed you into breaking the rules with him. a part of you is still bitter about it if you were being honest, and you let his nature slide way too many times in the past. 

“he’s been a good boy. i think you should fuck him…” hyunjin would cower in fear if he had enough energy to do so, already knowing that it’s payback time. instead, he swallows thickly, bracing himself for the end of your proposition.

“…with a blindfold on.”

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easy || jungkook angst/fluff

Summary: Date you, win a bet, get his rent paid off. Sounds promising enough, right? Jungkook should’ve known that his ambitions would end in disaster, but even if he did, that still wouldn’t have stopped him from pursuing you.

Warning: cursing, crude humor, fuckboy talk

Genre: college!au, fuckboy!au, bet!trope, angst, fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Premise: In which Jungkook accepts a bet from Taehyung to date the first girl that walks into the lecture hall and realizes that he bit off more than he could chew when starts to catch feelings. Now, he has to suffer the consequences of being an idiot.

Commission Request: @altus-gens​

Word Count: 9,203 words

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It’s not like Jungkook planned to be one of the most sought after person in Yonsei University, but it somehow turned out to be that way. Truthfully, he basks in it, loves that so many people idolize him for doing the bare minimum. He was handsome after all and had a level of charm that surpassed the need to have a good personality. 

He got into such a prestigious school through an athletic scholarship for Taekwondo, managed to convince his professors to pass him when he put in minimal effort, and there was no shortage of girls to call when he was feeling lonely for a night. He was the stereotypical ‘it’ boy on campus and maybe if he was a little bit smarter, he’d have a better choice of friends than the six idiots he always hangs around with.

“How about this,” Taehyung starts, gum in his mouth, “the first girl who walks in, you have to successfully get in her pants.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. They were in a damn lecture hall and yet Taehyung had no shame bringing up sex. Typical.

“This again, bro?” Hoseok sighed. “Aren’t you sick of bribing us to do weird shit for you?”

Taehyung smirked.

“Not at all, actually.”

“For how much?” Namjoon cut in, probably curious for the price point Taehyung would arrange this time. He was fired from his job just a week ago and could really use the money. “I’ll do it if it’s enough to pay for my rent this month.”

Taehyung scoffs, although knowing full well he could pay for all of the boys’ tuitions combined if he wanted to. He was the resident rich bachelor on campus after all.

“I’ll pay it for a full year and your utility bills too if you’re really down,” Taehyung flaunts. “You just gotta have proof you actually managed to do it.”

“Dude that’s gross,” Seokjin chimes in, “No one wants to send you proof of us doing it with a random girl.”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“No, no, no,” he says, clicking his tongue. “I phrased it incorrectly. I’m not a fucking pervert.”

“You got us fooled,” Jimin mutters. 

Taehyung leans in closer to the six boys and even Jungkook finds himself getting intrigued. Admittedly, he was a little curious considering he hasn’t had a proper meal in weeks. He could really use having some extra cash for food without worrying about rent.

“You have to date the girl for like three months,” Taehyung says seriously, “and I’ll consider that as enough proof that you managed to actually do it since I know you guys are too horny to wait any longer than that to fuck.”

They all look at Taehyung in disgust, Jimin even opting to hit him in the back of the head for being so vulgar. To be fair, they were all thinking of accepting Taehyung’s bet regardless. It’s not like they were new to leading girls on anyway.

“You gotta pay me more than that to fuck just any girl,” Yoongi says, yawning in the process. He seemed the least likely to take up Taehyung’s offer, but he was still game depending on the person.

“Then how would you feel,” Taehyung starts, “if I told you guys that I could get you priority registration for next quarter.”

The boys, even the ones who weren’t interested, were now listening to Taehyung’s every word.

“You mean,” Hoseok gulps, “I could finally get that fucking Organic Chemistry class I need to get out of this hell hole?!”

Taehyung shrugs, an ominous smile on his face.

“Just the perk of having parents who have connections,” Taehyung replies. “I’ll only accept one of you guys to do it though. I don’t wanna have you all fucking the same girl- that’d be weird.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what’s weird about this,” he grumbles.

“So are you guys in or not?” Taehyung asks, his patience growing thin.

He lays back on his chair, a smoldering look on his face when they all nod. They were desperate for money after all.

“The next girl that walks in will be the subject of this bet and whoever calls dibs on her first will be the one to woo her,” he says with a stretch of his arms. “Good luck boys.”

They all turned to look at the door and Jungkook watches silently as guy after guy walks into the lecture hall. No girl yet. 

Jungkook was hoping, from the bottom of his heart, that no familiar faces would walk in. If he had to deal with a past fling, he’d have to back out immediately. He never dealt with exes very well.

The guys are at the edge of their seats, praying for a cute girl to walk through that didn’t already know about their horrible reputation. They were looking for an easy target, someone that could fall for their charms almost immediately.

And then, you walk in. You were clad in sweats with earphones on, rushing toward the front row seats of the lecture hall. You were chatting with your friends, yawning several times throughout your conversation with them. Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk. There was nothing special about you to point out, in fact, you were just like everyone else. Strangely enough, he found that the most intriguing part about you.

"Nope, nope, nope,” Jimin shakes his head repeatedly. “Can’t, won’t, never will. Sorry, Tae.”

They all stare at him in confusion.

“What the fuck, what’s wrong with her?” Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin faces away from you, not wanting to look at you any longer.

“No, nothing,” there seems to be a blush forming on his face. He was hiding something.

“Bullshit,” Taehyung furrows his brows. “Bro, if she’s crazy and one of us gets our dick bitten off, we’re all blaming you, so spit it out.”

Jimin just sighs.

“She’s been giving me Professor Kwon’s notes for the past few weeks,” he starts, much to the confusion of his friends. “Her name is [Y/N]. It’ll be really mean if I go after her, especially since she and I are kind of friends. Plus, I really need to pass this class. I failed last quarter…”

The boys groan. Jimin was no fun.

“She’s not my type so I don’t think I could really get into it either,” Seokjin states, no longer interested in the prize after Jimin’s confession. He’s been banking off of your notes from him too. 

“Aren’t we all old enough to know not to mess with people’s feelings?” Hoseok sighs.

They roll their eyes at Hoseok’s statement. Who was he trying to fool with the nice guy act? He probably fooled around with girls just as much as the other guys did.

“Yeah, I’m backing out,” Yoongi agrees, “and she hates me so there’s that.”

They all look at him questioningly and he puts his hands up in the air from their gazes.

“What? I just realized who she’s talking to down there.”

He pointed at a girl discreetly, but no one seemed to recognize her.

“Her friend and I dated,” Yoongi continues, “and I broke up with her over text and blocked her without letting her respond. That whole friend group is pretty much pissed at me. I’d rather not have to deal with them again.”

The guys look disapprovingly at him. Breaking up over text was harsh, but probably not the worst thing Yoongi has done to his exes.

“You’re actually a piece of shit,” Namjoon sighs. "I really do need my rent paid though…“

Jungkook nods in agreement. It’s been almost impossible to balance Taekwondo practices, college papers, and working a part-time job all at once. If he could somehow find a way to quit his job for a while and get priority registration for classes, then he doesn’t mind getting his hands a little dirty in the process. Plus, you were cute enough and he’s sure you weren’t too difficult to befriend as long as he doesn’t mention Yoongi in any conversations.

"I’m in,” Jungkook chides, finally saying something after such a long period of silence.

They all look at him with disbelief in their eyes. Jungkook was never the one to partake in Taehyung’s bets. In fact, he was the one usually ridiculing them for participating. He must have been really desperate if he was willing to do it.

“I mean, it’s all yours if you want,” Namjoon replies, “I don’t wanna turn it into a competition.”

“Don’t worry dude,” Jungkook fist bumps Namjoon, “I’ll quit my job and refer you for it.”

They nod at each other as if they were on the same wavelength. 

“I knew I could rely on you,” Namjoon says, faking tears from his eyes. The boys groan in response.

“Alright,” Taehyung claps his hands. “In exchange for providing me some mindless entertainment and going out with [Y/N], you will get your rent paid for the rest of the year and get early registration for next quarter. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.”

Jimin shakes his head.

“I don’t know about this, guys…”

Jungkook doesn’t hear him and instead takes one last look at you. You catch him in the corner of your eye and you can’t help but feel flustered at his serious expression. 

“Should be easy enough,” he mutters to himself and turns his gaze back onto his friend.

“So we have a deal?” Taehyung asks.

He smirks, shaking the outreached hand Taehyung held out for him. He steals another glance at you and he finds you staring right back. He gives you a wink.

“Deal.”

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@thecozywhaleshark and @lvupmushroom @ddaengbaepsae helped me with this one

Seokjin

You walk in, exhausted, and you’re shocked at the mess in the kitchen.

Flour everywhere, empty bottles of wine, and just so many pies and cakes and cobblers, muffins stacked up in a basket, all your favorite things.

He is asleep at the dining room table, flour in his hair, head on the table, and you walk over and touch his shoulder.

He jerks awake and when he sees you he just buries his face in your stomach, arms so tight around your waist and he’s crying so hard.

You stroke his hair and start trying to explain. “My phone, I-”

He shakes his head, looking up at you with wet eyes.

“It doesn’t matter now. You’re home.”

You smile at him, fighting back tears of your own.

“What happened to the kitchen?”

He chuckles, sniffling. “I just kept baking all your favorite things. While I was baking I could forget you were gone, could imagine you coming home to eat them…”

His voice breaks and he buries his face in your stomach again.

He holds you so tight in bed your ribs ache the next morning and you wake up when he brushes your hair out of your face.

“I’m so grateful you’re home.”

Namjoon

He just stares at you for the longest time.

You explain everything but you aren’t sure he’s heard a word you said because he just keeps staring at you, almost blankly.

He doesn’t say a word until you say, “I’m okay, now.” and then he’s kissing you so deep it makes your head spin.

He’s tearing off your clothes, tugging off his shirt between kisses and soon he’s buried to the hilt inside you, holding you up against the wall, murmuring in your ear.

“I didn’t know if I’d make it without you, baby. It felt like my heart was caving in. I love you so much. I’m so glad you found your way back to me.”

You can’t even speak for the tears clogging your throat and you feel his tears hot against your throat when he kisses you there.

For days after he doesn’t take his eyes off you, as if he’s trying to memorize your face.

Sometimes he’ll look at you and suddenly his eyes go all soft and wet and when you ask him about it, he just shakes his head.

“I just can’t believe you’re here, and you’re mine. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Yoongi

Yoongi stays drunk the whole time you’re gone, locking himself inside and ignoring everything.

When you use your key to get in he’s standing at the kitchen counter, pouring another drink.

His eyes are big and glassy and he just looks at you for a long moment.

He’s unsteady when he walks over to you and he takes your face in his hands.

“I know you aren’t real, but I need you to know I love you so much. I miss you so bad.”

“Yoongi…baby, it’s me. I’m here.” You reach out to touch him and he flinches.

“God, it’s so vivid.” He says, voice hoarse, eyes wet and searching your face. “I can feel you.”

He’s stroking your face, eyes so full of love and pain and you start to cry.

“I’m really here. I was lost and I didn’t have my phone but…”

He listens to you explain but he just keeps touching you everywhere, hands rubbing your arms, your back.

“I know I’m dreaming but I don’t care. I’ll take whatever I can get. I hope I never wake up.”

It takes you all night to convince him you’re real and you’re lying in bed and his eyes are drifting shut but he keeps waking himself up.

“Get some rest, baby.”

“No.” His voice is slurred from the alcohol and exhaustion. “No, if I close my eyes, you’ll disappear.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Never again.” You climb on top of him and rest your head on his chest and finally he falls asleep with his arms tight around you.

You wake up with him crying into your hair.

“You’re still here. You’re really alive?”

You smile at him. “I kept trying to tell you!”

“I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.”

Hobi

You go to his place but instead you find Namjoon there, checking his mail.

He is shocked to see you, asking all kinds of questions, but you just want to see your boyfriend.

“Where is Hobi?”

“No one knows. He just…ghosted when you went missing. I talk to him maybe once a week. Fuck, I gotta call him.”

You wait patiently while he talks on the phone but it turns into an argument.

“I wouldn’t lie to you about this!” Namjoon looks at you helplessly and you take the phone.

“This is fucked up, Joon. I know you want me to come home but this is cruel-”

Hobi is ranting so you just cut him off.

“Hi, baby.”

The phone goes dead silent for a moment.

“You’re at my place?” His voice is low and hoarse.

“Yes.”

“Stay there. Don’t fucking move a muscle.”

He almost sounds angry with you so you’re nervous while you wait.

When he shows up Namjoon leaves quietly. You’re still standing in the hall.

He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, clothes rumpled, hair messy. He’s lost weight, jaw sharper than you remember.

His face is dead serious as he walks toward you.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? Where the fuck have you been?”

You’re angry suddenly.

“What do you think, I’ve been on vacation? I was trying to get back to you-”

He grabs you around the waist and pulls you to him, breathing in your familiar scent, and his shoulders are shaking.

His voice is choked with tears when he’s finally able to speak.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

Once you’re inside, he holds you for hours, looking at you like you’re something so rare and precious.

He listens to you explain what happened with tears tracking down his face.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so angry. You’ve been through so much. I just…I stopped functioning while you were gone. I left my brothers, I left everything behind because I couldn’t face my life without you in it.”

“Baby, it’s all okay. I’m back now, and you don’t have to do any of this alone. Not ever again.”

That’s when he breaks down, big, chest heaving sobs, face in his hands and you crawl into his lap and his arms go around you and he rocks you back and forth for a while before he can compose himself.

“I love you so much. I’m so grateful to have you in my life.”

Jimin

You walk in and it’s so dark, all the lights shut off.

He walks into the front room and just stops there, stock still.

You rush into his arms and they go around you slowly at first and then he’s holding you so tight you can barely breathe.

He’s sobbing so hard you worry he’ll make himself sick, you try to pull back to comfort him but he crushes your head against his chest.

When you finally get him to the bedroom he still can’t stop crying, kissing you all over your face, choking out “I love you I love you I love you” like a mantra.

He finally dozes off and you sneak to the bathroom.

You’re washing your hands when you hear a panicked cry of your name.

You rush out and he’s scrambled up on the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

He’s grabbing at you, desperately, pulling you down onto the bed.

“You can’t go. You can’t ever go again, please…”

“Baby, I was just in the bathroom…”

But you trail off when he starts crying again, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair.

He’s tugging your shirt off and you expect him to kiss you but he doesn’t, just pulls you flush against his chest, skin to skin.

He lets out a sigh that almost sounds relieved.

“There. Now you’re right where you’re supposed to be.”

Taehyung

You have to knock on the door because you’ve lost your keys, you’ve lost everything but the clothes on your back.

When he swings open the door he doesn’t look like you’d expected.

You’d expected his big, boxy smile, but his eyes are almost…empty.

Then realization dawns on his face and fat tears are rolling down his face.

“J-Jagi?” His voice is so low and hoarse you wonder if it hurts his throat to speak.

“It’s me, Tae. I’m sorry-”

Your words get muffled by him yanking you inside and crushing you to his chest, arms roaming your back, checking for injuries.

You’ve got bruises on your inner forearms from the accident and he kisses them soft, almost reverently.

He kisses your mouth, deep and slow, and so sweet it makes your heart ache.

You end up in the bedroom with him taking off your clothes slowly, checking you for injuries and kissing you all over.

He makes love to you so gently, crying the whole time, looking into your eyes and whispering words of love and comfort in his deep, soothing voice.

“You’re safe now, yeah? You’re home, and nothing will ever take you away from me again.”

Jungkook

When he opens the door and you’re standing there his eyes widen but he just pulls you inside and asks you what happened.

He’s calm and stoic about the whole thing, holding you close and helping you work through your emotions about the accident.

It’s almost a week later when things change.

Traffic is awful coming back from work and you’ve still got your phone on silent from work and you don’t think anything of being a half hour later than usual.

Until you almost slam into Jungkook rushing out the door.

“Oh, thank God! Where the fuck have you been I was about to come and look for you?”

You come inside and throw down your keys.

“It was just traffic, Kook, why-”

You look over at him and realize he’s trembling all over.

You take his hand and sit down with him on the couch.

“I thought…I thought I lost you again. I can’t lose you again, Y/n, it felt like I was drowning, every day…”

His voice cracks and you hold him while he cries, burying his face in your neck.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about how much this must have affected you, too.”

He pulls you close.

“Just be careful, okay? I can’t lose you.”

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Amelioration

Part 1

Male! Reader x Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Oikawa (Established poly relationship)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Heavy dom/sub dynamics, submissive male! reader, crybaby! Reader, brat tamer! Iwaizumi, hard dom! Oikawa, mean dom! Hanamaki, mean dom! Matsukawa, BDSM, spanking, use of sex toys, dacryphilia, hair pulling, drooling, spitting, dumbification

You weren’t supposed to go to the library today. You’d been overworking yourself lately, driven by a frenzy of anxiety that forced you to strive for nothing but perfection. Iwaizumi had finally put his foot down after you’d stayed awake for two and a half days, forbidding you from further throwing yourself into your studies at the expense of your health. He’d put Matsukawa, Hanamaki, and Oikawa on watch too, all of them keeping a close eye on you and making sure that you were resting and not studying. You’d been banned from going to the library for the next week.

At first, it seemed reasonable. You were so burned out that you slept like a baby for thirteen hours straight. But after a few days passed, your stagnant progress began to wear on you. A horrible, chiding itchiness scratched at the back of your brain, warning you of all the work piling up while you did nothing to put a dent in it. You needed to do something or else you were going to fall behind. Just a small assignment. Just one.

Thinking back, sneaking out of your shared apartment was a stupid idea, but your irrational fears won out over the logic you prided yourself on having. You had only wanted to go to the library for thirty minutes to recheck some of your sources while the four of them were sleeping, but thirty minutes turned into an hour, an hour into two, and then two into four. Now, staring at the buzzing light above your apartment door that was definitely turned off when you left, you’re regretting your decision.

A sick pit of dread sinks in your stomach as you fumble with your keys, breath puffing out in front of you in clouds, hands shaking and struggling to find the right one. You’re not sure if the trembling is from knowing you’ve been caught, the cold, or if it’s the remnants of all the caffeine in your system; yet another thing Iwaizumi had forbidden you from having.

You’re about to slot the key in the lock when the door is pulled open quickly. You freeze, arm still extended with the keys in hand, and slowly look up to the impassive faces of Hanamaki and Matsukawa through your snowflake-coated lashes.

They stand silently, the only sound audible being the occasional car driving down the road beside the apartment building, streets nearly abandoned due to the time of night and the snow. You consider bolting for a brief, insane moment as you look at their imposing figures clad in the dark slacks and button-down shirts they always wear during scenes. Between the two of them, they completely fill up the door frame, each towering over you and nailing your feet to the floor with their heavy gazes.

You consider running again when Matsukawa snatches the collar of your jacket with an iron grip and begins to pull you forward into the warm apartment where you know both Iwaizumi and Oikawa are waiting for you. You dig your heels into the ground for a short second, pulling away, scared of their silence and Mattsun’s too-firm hands on you, only to go limp as their eyes flash dangerously at your resistance.

You’ve never seen this side of them; all silence, rough hands, and cold glares….It makes you nauseous to know that your actions are what drove them to this point. You’re normally so well behaved, following all their rules, and content being their good baby. You doubt you’ll ever go against Iwaizumi’s orders again simply because you hate the way they’re looking at you in disappointment, punishment aside.

You’re tugged none too gently over the threshold and pushed into the dim entry hallway where Hanamaki seals your fate by curling dexterous fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, making your stomach drop as he secures you in place. The door slams shut behind you, leaving you at their mercy.

A short, clipped whimper is forced from your throat when Maki tightens his grip and wrenches your head back by your hair, pulling, pulling, until you’re looking straight up at him as he leans over you from behind. You stare at his upside-down face, eyes wide and pricking with tears as the pure sadistic glee morphing his facial features registers with you.

They’ve been waiting for you to fuck up like this. They’ve been looking forward to it.

You flinch and shiver when Matsukawa’s cold fingers ghost over the exposed, taut flesh of your neck, but you can’t escape the sensations due to Hanamaki’s tight hold on your head. They both crowd you in, each so much bigger than you and practically suffocating you with their presence alone.

You know you’re fucked when Matsukawa’s wandering hands leave for a moment, only to return briefly to fasten a thick, weighty leather collar around your throat while Maki keeps you still. The material is warm and familiar against your chilled skin, most likely from sitting in his pocket for a prolonged period of time.

However, goosebumps break out over your body when you recognize the collar from the set of cuffs, straps, and connectors they use when they want to keep you very still. They’re Iwaizumi’s favorites to use during intense scenes where they don’t want you to be able to escape their treatment. You’ve never had to be punished severely, so you’re inexperienced with having them on for anything other than intense sensation play or temperature play.

You want to talk to them- to beg them for forgiveness, but the words get stuck in your throat when Mattsun finishes, squeezing over the collar with large hands for good measure and choking you abruptly.

Your hands fly up to grip his wrists, startled by the sudden juxtaposition between his feather-light strokes and bruising hold. You pull at his hands, just wanting him to ease up a little when Hanamaki suddenly slaps yours away. The action makes you ache mentally as much as it hurts physically, the startling realization that they are not going to go easy on you making the tears building up in your eyes threaten to spill over. You hold your stinging hand to your chest and refrain from making a sound for fear of pissing them off even more, while Maki chuckles at your reaction.

Matsukawa turns after he releases you, crouching down, and fishes something out of a black duffel that’s been placed beside the door. You let out a tiny sniffle when Maki twists his hand in your hair harshly, forcing the tears brimming in your eyes to overflow with the burning ache settling over the nape of your neck. The sudden spike in pain makes the thoughts churning around in your head tumble out in a flurry of pathetic apologies.

“M’ sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I didn’t mean t-“ Maki cuts you off quickly, flattening his big palm over your mouth to stop your babbling before you can give an explanation.

“What? Didn’t mean to get caught? We don’t give a shit about why. You disobeyed a direct order. From Iwaizumi, too. Out of all of us, I’d have thought he’d be the one you were the least likely to defy.” He mutters, releasing you, only to shove two of his fingers into your mouth when you open to give a retort.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you until someone gives you permission or asks you a question. Now make this hole useful and suck.” He tells you, stroking your tongue softly with the pads of his index and middle finger. You oblige, eager to obey and show him that you can be a good boy despite the tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Oh, look at this dumb little crybaby Mattsun. We haven’t even gotten to the good parts yet and he’s already so scared.” Maki coos, before thrusting the fingers in your mouth back into your throat, making you gag and choke around them.

You whine quietly and squeeze your eyes shut, more hot tears rolling down your cold-reddened cheeks. You tremble, needing to get away from his mean words and cruel hands, but he doesn’t allow you an inch of breathing room. Matsukawa doesn’t respond, only clicking his tongue in exasperation when he looks up and sees that Maki is being truthful.

“Such cute reactions. It’s a shame you don’t fuck up more often, truly. You cry so prettily.” Hanamaki whispers in your ear like it’s a secret between just the two of you. He loosens his grip on your hair just slightly, only to readjust and pull you back to rest your head against his shoulder. His fingers move slowly inside your mouth, switching between petting over your tongue while you suck, and rubbing the slick ridges of your hard palate.

“Luckily for us though, you’re going to get it tonight. You’re in so much trouble.” He says, practically singing the words and punctuating his sentence with a sharp nip to your ear. His pure delight with the situation makes you shake against his solid form, which you can tell he’s enjoying by the hard-on pressed up against your lower back.

The four of them have always expressed their enjoyment of your crybaby tears, Maki and Oikawa in particular, even going as far as to show you sad videos every now and then so they can watch your lower lip wobble and your eyes drip steady streams seemingly out of nowhere. Of course, they’d comfort you afterward, taking you into their arms or on their laps so they could wipe away your tears, apologizing for being mean but secretly not regretting a thing.

When Matsukawa stands, he keeps his broad back to you and lets several objects clatter into the narrow console table before he turns around. His hands reach out and he quickly strips you of your coat, throwing it into the corner, before he begins unbuttoning your soft, oversized flannel that you stole from Iwaizumi. As each button comes undone, you become less and less certain of where it will lead.

You shiver when he flicks open your shirt, revealing the flat expanse of your chest to the chill of the entryway. His long, cold fingers immediately latch onto the sensitive buds of your nipples, rubbing them and pinching them meanly and watching as they perk up and harden under his attention. You squirm, unable to stay still against the ache that’s starting up in your chest, and Maki tsks and tightens his grip on your hair when you try to pull away.

“So sensitive,” Matsukawa mutters, face still as impassive as when he started.

“He’s gonna get his hair ripped out if he doesn’t stop squirming though.” Maki comments, and you whimper as more of your tears fall.

Matsukawa’s touches are clinical despite the intimate nature of the act, and his apathy puts a metaphorical distance between you that you desperately want to close. His hands abruptly leave your nipples, abandoning them with a flick to the harsh air and leaving them flushed and pert. The sudden change makes you dizzy, though you assume that their goal is to keep you on your toes and prevent you from anticipating their moves.

“You know he can’t help it, he’s always been a wiggler,” Mattsun says, tone bored and sounding like he’s commenting on the weather. You look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he’ll take pity on you. However, he only smirks, wipes the little trail of drool off your chin, and pulls Maki’s fingers from your mouth. He crouches down just a little, admiring the slick coat of spit glistening on Maki’s fingers in the low light, before he’s pulling those same fingers into his own mouth, licking and sucking the drool off.

The sound of him swishing it around in his mouth makes you blush heavily, and you do even more so when he leans over and feeds the mixture into Maki’s mouth through a messy, rough kiss. The two men make out above your head, squishing you between them, and you keep your hands flat to your sides despite the burning urge to touch them. You’re already in hot water, and you haven’t been given permission to participate. It’s mean, but you’re determined to prove that you’re worthy of their trust again.

When they separate, Matsukawa immediately looks down at you, noting your downcast eyes and appearing satisfied that you’ve passed his test.

“That’s a good boy, keeping your hands to yourself. I knew you could do it.” He coos, tilting your chin up and pecking you on the nose.

Matsukawa crouches in front of you and begins unlacing your winter boots, pulling the heavy shoes off of your sock-clad feet, and chucking them away just like he did to your coat. He chuckles quietly when he sees the pattern on your socks; cute little rubber duckies, a pair of thigh-highs that Oikawa bought you as a joke but you ended up loving.

His hands settle on your hips for a short moment, and you barely have any time to prepare yourself before he’s curling his fingers into your waistband and yanking your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear, the socks, and the open flannel. He throws your pants into the slowly accumulating pile of the rest of your clothes and turns back to face you, still on his knees.

“We need to get you more pairs like these,” he says, stroking up your legs and paying close attention to the area of your thighs where the socks end, making the soft skin bulge out slightly from the tight material.

“A garter belt would be nice too- oh I bet he’d look so cute in panties.” Maki coos, thumbing the elastic band of your short briefs. You flush brightly at the embarrassing idea, not surprised at all that Maki would get off on dressing you like a girl. However, it does stir something in you that you can’t deny is appealing.

“Would you like that, pretty boy? Want us to dress you up all cute and let Iwa and Mattsun wreck you, huh? Maybe after Oikawa finishes with you we can plan something, but you’ve gotta keep being a good boy.” Maki purrs, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing roughly. The thought alone makes you shift on your feet, warmth pooling in your stomach at the idea.

“I’ll be a good boy.”’You respond, but it comes out as a shy whisper. Matsukawa laughs at you, pressing a quick kiss into the soft skin of your tummy, before he’s up and sorting through the objects he left on the console table.

“We’re going to make sure of that tonight.” He says, holding up a device that has your legs closing tightly on instinct. You let out a drawn-out whine to express your displeasure, and a fresh wave of tears floods down your cheeks as you get a better idea of how the night is going to go. He peers over his shoulder to take in your reaction, eyes too wide and grin a tad bit unhinged; the most expressive you’ve seen him since you got home.

The particular toy he holds in his hand is a small, inconspicuous remote-controlled vibrating butt plug. Although in your eyes, it’s more like a torture device than a pleasure tool. The first and only time they’d used it on you, you’d ended up cumming in less than ten seconds after Matsukawa had turned it on, and spent another few seconds of torturous pleasure crying and begging him to turn it off. It was much too powerful to do anything other than force orgasms out of you, and yet it fit so snugly against your prostate it was like it was made specifically for your body.

“See Maki, I told you he’d remember his little friend here,” Mattsun says with a smirk before he sets it back down and picks up a pair of leather cuffs and a chain connector, and makes his way back to you.

“Gonna have to do something about all of that wiggling if we want to use that though, huh?” He asks you lowly, and you nod after a beat of hesitation, still eyeing the cursed toy wearily. He snaps in your face, breaking your trance and making you jump slightly. When you look up at him he smiles just a little bit softer than he has been, eyes crinkling just a tad, and holds out one of his hands expectantly.

“Right hand first. Give me your color too, baby. You’re crying an awful lot already.” He says, and behinds fastening the cuff around your wrist when you place your palm in his hand.

“Green.” You whisper after a moment, unable to deny the excitement coursing alongside your dread for the overwhelming toy. You want them to give you everything, to do everything they want with you.

“Good boy, takin’ time to think,” He says, praising your careful self-evaluation and moving on to cuff your left wrist. You have a tendency to get stuck in your head, uncertain of exactly what you’re feeling in the moment, so the four of them have no problem slowing down for a second to let you process even if you have been bad.

When the two cuffs are situated snuggly on your wrists, Mattsun clips one end of the chain connector to your left cuff before threading it through the metal loop of your collar and connecting the second. The connector is only long enough for your hands to rest against your collar bones, locking them firmly in place and keeping your hands well out of the way. It’s odd, but not uncomfortable.

He steps back towards the table, content with his job, and Maki finally releases your hair from his grip, satisfied that you’re not going to run off or do something stupid. He smoothes over the sore area with his palm, rubbing the ache out as best as he can. You lean into his pets, feeling yourself sink slightly into a cloudy haze as you eagerly accept the momentary comfort he’s offering you, likely the last time he’ll do so until Oikawa and Iwaizumi are through with you. Hanamaki turns you around, guiding your head into his chest and letting you rest there while he busies himself with lifting your flannel out of the way.

“You make me so fucking mad, you know that baby?” He starts, whispering, scratching his short nails gently over your bare back while he talks. “You’re so good to us all the time, but you’re not taking care of yourself. That’s why we have to do this. Because our baby deserves the best and he can’t have that if he’s jeopardizing his own health.” He tells you and finishes by giving you a gentle peck on the crown of your head. The soft words and affection instantly have your tears springing back to life, and he coos and rubs your back when he hears you sniffling.

“God, he’s just a leaky little faucet, isn’t he?” Mattsun murmurs from directly behind you, reaching around to swipe away a few stray tears. You flinch slightly when his cold hand comes around your waist and splays over your tummy, gently pulling you backward just a little so he can slip the thick band of a leather waist cuff above your hips. The material matches that of the ones adorning your wrists and neck and is fitted with an array of loops and rings where connectors can be clipped. You squirm in place just a little, moving in anticipation at the addition, and Maki quiets your motions with firm hands.

“Just a wiggly little crybaby,” Maki responds, squeezing the plush flesh just below your hips as Matsukawa tightens the cuff fully. He makes short work of the ankle and thigh cuffs next, moving faster now that he’s not occupied with teasing you. He leaves your legs free of connectors for the moment, and you know that won’t be the case when Oikawa gets his hands on you. The man has a morbid fascination with seeing you completely immobile and at his mercy.

When he stands he gives you a firm slap on the rear, making you jerk forward further into Maki’s chest. You go to shield your ass from him, trying to protect the stinging flesh from further abuse, but your hands stop short, jerking the chain connecting your cuffs to your collar with a rattle. Your eyes widen when you realize that’s exactly the reason they’re cuffed the way they are.

“Oh? Smart baby figured it out then? You didn’t think we were just going to be using the toy on you, did you?” Hanamaki asks rhetorically, sadistic glee alight once more as he takes in your pale face. You should have guessed, really. As torturous as it would be, just forcing orgasms out of you would be too simple- too easy for them to do. You shift on your feet, bouncing on your toes slightly as you’re overcome with a burst of nervous energy.

“There are the hops,” Matsukawa says, laughing slightly as he identifies the tell for when you get nervous. He turns his back to you, busying himself with the items still on the table, and you turn to watch him, putting your back to Maki. When he faces you again, he has the devil incarnate in his hand, the remote that goes with it, and a bottle of lube. He raises an eyebrow at you, noting how you’ve turned to face him, and smirks.

“Oh come on. What’s the matter? Don’t trust me?” He practically purrs out. You think for a moment, before deciding to answer honestly.

“Not really, no.” You say softly, and they both laugh to your relief.

“Ah, well, I don’t blame you. Now, hold these for me.” He says, handing you the remote and the plug and placing the sleek toys against the palms of each cuffed hand. You grasp them with uncertainty, a little confused, but when he pressed the small, rectangular bottle of lube to your lips, you get a better idea of what he wants.

“Be a dear and give these to Iwaizumi, love.”

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could I have a dollification san blurb?

A/N: Maybe leaning more towards general objectification, but I hope it suffices.

CW: anal, degradation, mirror sex (this is like the 4th time now), bulge kink, hair-pulling.

Your fingers dig into San's hips as you bounce him up and down on your strap, watching his ass swallow the entire length as he moves along with you. He gasps when you hit his spot, his mouth hanging open, drool spilling from the corner of his lips. He pushes back the hair in his face, revealing his sweaty forehead, a few stray strands of hair sticking to his skin.

"God look at that fuckdoll, you look so good with that pretty little hole stuffed full." you pull his head back by his hair, making him look.

"Ngh, uhh..." already too fucked out to give you a proper response, San looks up into the mirror in front of him, whining when he notices the tip of your dildo poking out of his stomach slightly everytime you pull him down onto you.

Your hands grab his waist, making him let out a sharp cry when you start pounding into him from below. His hard, swollen cock bounces up and down, slapping against his stomach, the wet smacking sound compounding with his wails.

"You like that? You like when I tell you what you're good for huh? Just a doll for me to fuck and then throw away?" he lets out a loud whine when you grip the base of his dick abruptly, feeling it twitch in your hand, "It's okay sweetheart, just accept the truth." you say, slowing down slightly and caressing his cheek.

He yelps as you grab him by his hips, roughly shoving him onto his stomach and getting on top of him to enter inside of him again. With every sharp thrust of your hips he gets louder, panting desperately every time you graze his prostate, his cock rubbing right up against the sheets.

"Ahh, so f-full!" he screams, tears starting to stream down his face.

San's cries get muffled when you shove his head further into the pillow, causing him to start sobbing and moaning uncontrollably.

"Cry for me, whore. You better take it all, you're here to do what I want."

[luvk]

[Jimin training with Jungkook]

Jimin: Come at me with an attack, I’ll deflect it.

Jungkook: You smell weird.

Jimin: *Holding back tears*: I meant physically.

[luvk]

Badass Woman (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/Ieo0hSzaB5 Krystal Enterprises. All members want a piece of that. They aren't really family are they? There will be betrayal and one ignorant female. There will be tears. Slap after slap.