#sub!jackson wang smut

[gimmethatagustd]

oxygen | jjk

If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.

○ Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Mafia, established relationship, angst, smut

○ 9 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Mafia)

○ Word Count: 2,053

○ Warnings: Organized crime, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, infidelity (MC's boyfriend is Yoongi *gasp*), MC is actually kind of sick in the head lowkey lmfaooo, marijuana (is it a jai fic if weed isn't at least mentioned?), casual conversation about being murdered, dom!reader, sub!Jungkook, gunplay, consensual sex while under the influence of alcohol, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm control, hair pulling, rough sex, pain kink

○Notes: I was never here. I repeat, I WAS NEVER HERE.

○ Post Date: February 13, 2024

○ Masterlist |

○ What was Jai listening to? Oxygen - Jackson Wang

“I fucking hate you.”

Jungkook tastes blood as he watches you stumble up the marble stairs, break-ankle stilettos grating into the stone like his molars grate against each other when he chews the inside of his cheek.

It takes three steps before you give up, bending to slip your finger under the thin black strap that hugs each ankle to keep the red bottoms in place. Off-balanced from holding your leather jacket balled up under one arm, you teeter on one foot, and Jungkook has to fight the urge to grab your waist.

Air rushes out of Jungkook’s nostrils, a scoff that mixes with the wind. It’s one of the last days of summer before autumn cuts the nights short and chills the air. If Jungkook could have his way, he would be sitting out on his balcony right now with a fat blunt and his phone on silent.

Instead, he’s dealing with you.

“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna fucking help me?” you snap, words slurring together when you pout through them.

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek where he’s bitten into the fleshy skin. The metallic flavor mixes oddly with the aftertaste of his half-smoked blunt from earlier.

“Thought you said you hate me,” Jungkook sucks his teeth, tattooed fingers squeezing your bicep to steady you while you unclasp your shoes.

“I do.”

“Hmm.” Jungkook exchanges a grip on your arm for the heels, black and deadly like the Glock clipped to his waist.

Your dress rides up far enough that your asscheeks are exposed when you bend down again, your skimpy black thong doing nothing to cover you. The sheer pair is one Yoongi bought you for Valentine’s Day last year. Yoongi hadn’t batted an eye when he dropped thousands of dollars on a lingerie set that he isn’t even patient enough to appreciate on your body before he rips it off.

Not Jungkook, though. Jungkook is patient.

“Carry me,” you whine, pushing up against Jungkook’s side, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging.

Jungkook knows not to look up at the columned overhang, but the many cameras lining the mansion's exterior weigh heavily on him as he helps you up the stairs to the front door.

“I can’t,” Jungkook grits his molars, jaw flexing beneath taunt skin, “And you know that.”

The keypad at the front door unlocks with Jungkook’s thumbprint. Inside, the foyer is dark. It’s nearly four in the morning, and the rest of the guards are either monitoring the cameras or asleep. They’re all lower-level and easily bend to Jungkook’s will, meaning none of them will rat you out for slipping off in the dead of night to go party with your friends despite being under strict orders not to leave the house until Yoongi returns from his business trip.

As second-in-command, Jungkook should be in Japan with Yoongi, handling what will likely be one of the largest arms deals in Bangtan’s history. But Yoongi is paranoid, and paranoid men don’t leave their girlfriends with just anyone. Especially when their girlfriends are trouble.

And you? You’re trouble in a tight little black dress, hips swaying as you walk with new purpose through the foyer, your leather jacket thrown on the floor for Jungkook to pick up as he trails behind you — always trailing, following just a half step behind you, only in front when he puts his life on the line over yours. And he does, has the scars on his body to prove it, scars you like to bite to remind him of everything he’s willing to lose for Yoongi. For you.

There are only three types of rooms in the house that don’t have cameras installed: bedrooms, bathrooms, and arms rooms. You like to have Jungkook fuck you in all of them.

Tonight, it’s one of the basement-level arms rooms, the one Yoongi likes to use for entertainment because there’s a full bar and a conference table typically littered with guns, drugs, and money.

And sometimes, if Yoongi is in a shitty mood, girls.

You don’t care what Yoongi does, though it wouldn’t matter even if you did. As Bangtan’s leader, there’s no room for criticism of the boss — unless someone wants to lose a limb or their life, and Yoongi is known to be trigger-happy.

You learned that from him.

Jungkook lets out a shuddered breath as you drag the muzzle of his gun from the middle of his sternum down his abdomen. The metal is cold, and you move slowly, taking your time over every hill and valley of his muscles, painting goosebumps across his skin until you reach the waistband of his underwear.

The chamber is empty, but it still makes Jungkook’s heart jump in his throat when you press the gun against his clothed cock.

“Yoongi is going to kill us one day,” you whisper, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth to bite back a smile.

Jungkook leans back with his elbows against the table where you’ve sat him at one of the chairs. You’re in your heels again. Jungkook loves it when you stand over him, a powerful force far too often squandered by Yoongi’s overbearing leadership and desire to be the most feared person in the room. It’s one of Yoongi’s greatest mistakes.

You’re gorgeous, stripped down until all you’re wearing is another man’s Valentine’s Day gift, your own body a present Jungkook has the unholy pleasure of opening again and again — but only after you’ve opened him up, gutted him like a fish.

Or blown him open, a bullet bursting like shrapnel to cut him from the inside out. Jungkook would let you do it.

Jungkook stares up at you with innocent eyes that tell nothing of the secret horrors his hands have done, of the horrors he has endured and inflicted upon others. He stares up at you with innocent eyes and his lips wrapped around the muzzle of his gun that you hold with your finger on the trigger.

“Bang, bang,” you giggle as the gun clicks, and Jungkook lets you slide it further into his mouth, the tangy taste too similar to blood and nothing he hasn’t tasted before.

Maybe it’s fear that makes Jungkook crave you. Maybe Jungkook has a death wish. Maybe Jungkook likes the idea of you being his lifeline, the sole decider of whether he lives or dies. All it would take is one tiny confession twisted into a lie, and you could convince Yoongi that Jungkook came onto you and tried to seduce you.

Jungkook knows Yoongi would enjoy making him suffer if he thought Jungkook was treating you unkindly. Yoongi would enjoy violently murdering Jungkook even more if he knew just how good Jungkook treated you.

You don’t pull the gun back until Jungkook gags. Tears collect along his eyelashes, but he blinks them away as you toss his gun onto the table.

“You’d let him kill you.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook’s voice is hoarse from the gun, and it cracks when you sit on the table in front of him and spread your legs. “I would.”

“You’re fucking stupid.”

“So are you.”

Jungkook’s cock throbs as he watches you slip your thong down your legs. You drag his spit-slicked gun along your dripping pussy, parting your folds and getting the muzzle shiny with your arousal. When his eyes flit up to meet yours, you let out a broken moan, tongue slipping out to lick your bottom lip.

“Come here,” you beckon, the curl of your finger tugging Jungkook forward like a red string tied in a noose around his neck. He fits perfectly between your thighs, his clothed cock pressing against your exposed pussy.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook whispers against your lips. His body crowds yours, forcing you to tip your head back to look into his pretty doe eyes.

“Be a good boy and clean this up first,” you say as you hold up the gun in front of Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook doesn’t look away as he licks a stripe up the length of the gun’s muzzle, too turned on by how intensely you watch him lick and suck your juices off it. How eagerly he bends to your will is pathetic, but he doesn’t care.

When you toss his gun away to dig your nails in his hair and tug him into a bruising kiss, Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe.

You taste sweet, like whatever fruity cocktails you’d been drinking with your friends. Jungkook sucks your tongue, and he feels the vibration of your moans go straight to his leaking cock.

“Fuck me,” you moan with nails in his back, “And make it hurt.”

Jungkook helps you off the table to bend you over it. He may prefer sex that is slow and face-to-face, but Yoongi is coming home in a few hours, and sometimes, you like to punish yourself by denying yourself the sweet, sensual care that Jungkook prefers to give you. Sometimes you like it dirty and fast like this, Jungkook fucking into you with your wrists behind your back and your face pressed into the conference table’s cold, sleek surface.

You look forward to the tender bruise you’ll have on the apple of your cheek and against your hips from where Jungkook fucks you hard enough that you slam into the edge of the table. It’s a gamble, wondering if this will be the time Yoongi finally notices.

Sometimes Jungkook wonders if Yoongi already has noticed, and he’s just biding his time, waiting for the opportune moment to kill you both.

“Fuck, jagi,” Jungkook moans. The table squeaks and grunts as the force of Jungkook fucking you pushes the table back and forth across the floor.

“Do I feel good, baby?” you gasp, twisting your hands in Jungkook’s so you can wrap your fingers around his wrist, too, to have something to hold onto.

“So good,” Jungkook whimpers, tightening his grip on your wrists. “Can I cum? Please?”

Your skin is probably chafing from how hard you’re being bounced against the table, but all you do is moan and clench around Jungkook’s cock, taunting him.

“Jagi, please,” Jungkook begs, hips faltering slightly. You’re so wet and creamy. There’s something about fucking you in the arms room that always makes you feel and sound better.

“You wanna cum? Baby boy wants to cum?”

“Wanna cum so bad, you feel so, fuck, so, so good.”

Jungkook lets go of your wrists to dig his fingers into your hips and pull you onto his cock with each thrust. You lift off the table slightly so he can wrap one arm around your waist and slip his fingers through your folds, playing with your clit as he fucks you. He knows he needs to make you cum first before you’ll let him.

"Just like that, you're doing so well," you pant, pussy clenching and pulsing around Jungkook's cock so hotly that he knows you're going to cum soon.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long. Jungkook has you so worked up that you cum once he pinches your clit, rolling it between his fingers while you writhe and squirm on his cock, whimpering his name.

“Come on, baby,” you moan, “Cum for me, now.”

Tilting your head up, you let Jungkook kiss you. He squeezes his eyes shut as he cums inside you, mouth hanging open and completely useless to kiss, so you press light kisses along his sweaty throat instead.

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispers once his body has calmed down, gently easing out of you. His hands shake as he collapses into the chair and pulls you into his lap.

You kiss him properly this time, sliding your hands through his sweaty hair. He’s pussy-drunk, fucked dumb, nothing but static in his head as your lips glide with his. He could stay like this, pliant like clay in your hands, let you mold him into whatever you want him to be. Let you make or break him. Jungkook doesn’t care.

“Tell me you love me,” you demand, nails sharp against Jungkook’s scalp.

“Jagi,” Jungkook whimpers when you pull his hair, “I love you so much. I love you more than anything.”

“More than yourself?”

“More than myself.”

You hum into the next kiss, and Jungkook feels his body melt. 

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[mochiimac]

About Love Prologue

My head gets messy when I try to hide

The things I love about you in mind

Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x Fem!Reader

Summary: Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 'surprises' he left you as well.  And come to think of it... was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?

Genre: Hybrid!AU

Warnings (if bolded then this chapter contains these elements): Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Death, Abuse, Smut, Violence, Dom/Sub, Non-Con Elements, Slow Burn, Trauma

Rating: M 18+

WC: 3.3k

Notes: I’m so excited to get this story going! Thank you for sharing interest in About Love and please enjoy

Tag List: OPEN- DM only! If you commented before 12/10 I added you, but from here on out DM only - I might lose you in the comments <3

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The year is 2222.

It has been 150 years since the first hybrid was created. What started as a curious scientific breakthrough soon turned into a global sensation. And with hybrids becoming an obsession amongst the human race soon businesses began to profit over the creations. Hybrids were no longer living souls, they were seen as property to own; an item to show just how wealthy a man or woman was. As each generation came and went the amount of hybrids in the world boomed.

Currently hybrids can be seen from any class family and are adopted or purchased for many different reasons. Some adopt hybrids to help give them better homes, some adopt for help with businesses,  and there are those who adopt for reasons that are not humane in the slightest. Laws were made, only dehumanizing them more with the need for them to wear leashes and have permits to even travel without their ‘owner’. 

You always wanted to adopt a hybrid, offering a home with freedom and a chance at a better life. You knew there would be an opportunity one day…

Just not like this.

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Everyone has that moment in life where their world suddenly shifts and everything has changed. In the blink of an eye their plans are thrown out the window, gone with the breeze while they stand and watch. Uncertainty plaguing their mind as they wonder the bid question: what now?

Your moment happened several weeks ago. 

In a ten second voicemail. 

“Excuse the mess, I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“The boxes are excused. The leftover takeout on the counter however… is not.”

Various boxes filled the tiny apartment, items placed on counters and tables in an attempt to organize, well, your life. For years you had lived in the tiny one bedroom apartment, located right in the heart of the city and now you had to pack it all up in the span of a few weeks. The hardest thing to pack were the shelves of books you had collected since you were young; each box weighing too much for one person to lift alone. Well… for you to lift alone. You blamed it on your occupation: you were an author after all, not a fitness instructor. 

But perhaps your help could lift the boxes that had your knees shaking… Maybe.

Jackson Wang, a tall handsome man nearing his thirties, stood in your apartment as he surveyed the small living space. He stood out from the soft colors of your home with his black suit and black wool coat. His dark hair was styled well, face clean, and eyes alert. They scanned you over once before reaching the kitchen area again, a small twitch in his jaw.

This was the second time you have met and in those brief moments you have quickly learned that while the man held high standards to his appearance (and living space from that comment) and had a tongue that might sting. But you knew he was kind and had a good heart. Hence why he was there to help you move… that and he was getting paid. 

But you just want to believe he genuinely wants to help.

“So are you planning on opening a library soon?” Jackson’s gaze was zeroed in on the boxes upon boxes of books, the Chinese takeout long forgotten now. His tone held amusement despite the wide eyes as he stepped closer to the mountain of a pile. The boxes were stacked high, almost as tall as he was. 

“Absolutely, I’ll let you know when I open so that you can be my first customer.” The retort had you grinning as he scoffed, crossing his arms. Truth be told you did feel a bit bad for him: you told him you had some boxes. And you thought you did… until you packed everything and slowly the pile got bigger. 

His finger brushed against one of the boxes, the amusement gone from his voice as he whispered. “Takoda loved to read. He always had a book to recommend.” 

The air felt chillier as silence fell between the two of you. Takoda Spades. The uncle you adored, the one who helped you get into writing and becoming an author. The very man who encouraged you to be your own person in a world where everyone expected you to act just like a Spades. The very fact he was no longer alive had been a dagger in your heart. A month later and the wound still feels as fresh as it was that morning when you received the very short voicemail from your father. Not even ten seconds long. You weren’t surprised however; the two were completely different people. Your father was greedy and wanted to control everything. Takoda was giving and wanted nothing more than peace. Which was why he was the only one you kept in contact with and trusted in your family. 

The two of you were the black sheep in the family: the insane old man and the disappointment of a daughter. A dynamic duo in your opinion.

Your gaze glanced to see Jackson staring at the books with a slight frown, lost in his own thoughts as well. He was Takoda’s assistant for nearly a decade and now his job was to help you adjust and be your assistant if he chose. In his will he had left some of the immediate family certain assets and all of which were known homes and various items Takoda had kept. You were the last one to be seen about what was left for you and that was on purpose: to not raise suspicion. As far as the family knew you were left nothing but a small sum. 

But that was far from the truth.

Takoda left you a large home located in the mountains and forest, a home not even you were aware of. That and nearly all of his fortune was yours. A fortune made from being a Spades and other work you didn’t know of. Jackson was a lifeline for you and was guiding you through this new chapter in life. You just hoped he wasn’t too burdened with this. Takoda’s death must have been hard on him as well.  

As if reading your thoughts he turned to look at you, tight lipped smile. “And now I’m stuck with another bookworm. Alright… let’s get some of your boxes to the new home.” A part of you was thankful he didn’t let the silence dwell nor settle on the solemn feeling that seemed to come and go. Instead it was back to business, back to his witty mouth.

“Right, I was going to start with the books and… what else…” You glanced around to see what else could go without being needed. You were grateful for the break in the silence and embraced the distraction. It was something you both needed.

“How about some old clothes of yours?” Jackson nodded towards your room. “Summer clothes perhaps? It’s too cold for them.” 

With a nod you went to your room and brought out a box full of clothes that couldn’t be worn just yet. Unless you wanted to freeze to death. Placing it on the counter you moved to grab a box of paperback books and slide it on the floor. “I’ll help you load them in the car, just let me grab my sweatshirt…” You reached for the hook to find it gone. Frowning you looked down to see if it had fallen…

“No need Heiress, I can easily take these to the car.” Jackson smiled, the clothes box in hand as he headed to the door. “Line up the boxes that need to be taken today for me.”

“For the hundredth time it’s Y/n and really, I can help-” Your words fell on deaf ears as the door opened and shut with ease. Setting your teeth you shook your head at the closed door and decided to just follow his instructions. It wasn’t like you could carry the boxes easily anyway. 

Jackson made quick work with packing it all up in the SUV, lifting each one with ease. It was impressive, given that you lived on the fourth floor and the elevator was broken. You watched from the window, wary of sending your things off to a far away home that you’ve never been to before with a man you had only known for a month. Met twice. 

Not a single drop of sweat was on his head as he returned back to your apartment with the last of the books.“I have room for a couple more boxes, surprisingly enough. I didn’t even think we could fit your entire library in there without a million trips. I feel like I’m delivering a truck to Barnes and Noble.”

“Har har,” You spoke flatly as you eyed the apartment once more. There were necessities that you still needed to have until your last day. 

“Old blankets? Ones that you most likely should throw away but instead toss them in the closet for company that never comes?” His smile went wider as your eye nearly twitched at the man. You grumbled past him, moving to your room as he chuckled. You were beginning to learn that he enjoyed pushing buttons and watching you react. 

One large box later and he was heading to the door. “I’ll be back next week for more boxes,” He spoke over his shoulder, easily opening the door with one hand. “If the trash is still on the counter when I’m back I will quit.” He sounded dismissive, as if he didn’t care, however you watched his eyes look over you once more before nodding and leaving. 

A silent way of making sure that you were okay.

‘He does have a point…’ You grabbed a trash bag and made quick with cleaning up the mess of the past few nights. Nights that were spent juggling packing, sorting, writing, and all the fun adulting things. It only took a few minutes to clean it all up, already feeling better than before. Less clutter in your eyes to worry about. 

Your butt made contact with the couch for a solid second before music flooded the apartment, loud and demanding. Groaning you stood and walked over to the kitchen area where your phone sat, your best friend’s name illuminating the screen. You were expecting this call, especially after telling her about your plans for the day.

Weeks prior you explained your situation to her and your other two close friends which caused them to immediately look up Jackon’s profile. Jessi has deemed him the most handsome man alive and you knew she wanted updates on him.

Her voice came out quick, the words nearly blending into each other. “Please tell me he is still hot, that he’s still lickable-”

“Jessi, chill!” You laughed at your best friend, closing your door as you went back inside. The apartment felt less crowded, seeing that most of your moving boxes that were scattered were the books. “Aren’t you at work?” Amusement laced your words, wondering what her coworkers were thinking if she was near them, hearing her questions. Then again it was Jessi.

“I don’t care about them! Tell me if he wore a suit. He did, didn’t he? God he must look so good with a suit on, sleeves rolled up… Did you at least try to give him a good fu-”

“He’s still handsome and he’s helping me with all… this.” Your hands gestured around you, as if she could see you. “This… new life. This… strange and new life I have to live.” 

“Mmm… your life has gotten crazy hon. I’m sorry for it… I know I keep saying that but I am. You were close to your uncle.” 

Jessi has been your friend since you were a teenager, having known Takoda as well. She understood how he stood by you when your own father wouldn’t. The man helped you embrace your dreams and build your confidence when everyone around you wanted to tear it down. And when that voicemail rocked you to your core Jessi comforted you through every step. Never once letting you down or leaving you alone for more than a few hours at a time.

“I know, thank you for being here for me.” Walking into your room you sank into your bed, “Without you and the others… I don’t know what I’d do.” A small smile played on your lips as you thought of your small friend group. 

A snort came from her end. “Go insane most likely. We are your Sanity Squad after all. Speaking of sanity…” There was shuffling before a door opened and closed. Her words came out in a hiss. “I’m hiding in the janitor's closet to ask this but… did he actually die of natural causes?”

The room felt colder again. Instinctively you reached for the plush blanket you always cuddled with when you needed to feel secure to find it gone. Huffing you shuffled under the comforter, curling up with the phone to your ear. Takoda’s death was suspicious to you… a man of great health who lived a healthy lifestyle suddenly dies? And no one would tell you exactly how? It got your brain working overtime. Especially when your family didn’t dwell on the details.

“I’m slowly reading them.” you began, mind being clouded with thoughts once more. “They just… don’t make sense. There were several different pathologists that viewed the body but only one of their statements was documented.”

“Let me guess: that dude is buddies with your dad, right?”

“Wouldn’t doubt it…” You muttered. “But other than that, I haven’t gotten too far. It’s… difficult? I guess that’s the right word.”

“And terrifying. Your family basically owns this city. Thank god that new house is out of city limits.”

You agreed, but something in your heart weighed down. Your instincts were letting you know that Takoda gifting you a house outside the city without the knowledge of anyone else knowing of it was done on purpose. Maybe it was the writer in you, but knowing Jessi felt the same way made you feel better. 

Less like an insane writer who went off the deep end.

Sensing the uneasiness Jessi was quick to shift the topic back to Jackson and was drilling you about him as you laughed at her questions and tried to calm her down. “Shouldn’t you be going back to work? You’re still in the janitor's closet, right?”

“I have no want or intention of going back to work. Now… please tell me his arms looked good carrying those boxes. Like imagine having them wrap around you, hearing his panting as he-”

“Oh my god Jessi!”

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Snow crunched under his boots as he made his way to the front door, stacking the last of the boxes right outside the front door. He even made sure to clear snow away, not wanting to let the cardboard get damaged along with the items inside. If he had it his way he’d place the boxes from Y/n’s apartment inside the foyer where they would be kept safe from the harsh winter weather. But Takoda’s letter was strict and clear, which spoke a lot since the man himself was usually laid back and even a bit of a jokester. Jackson could see how the pen that the late man used was nearly indented in the paper, written with earnestness. 

Do not go inside the home without Y/n. Do not linger too long. Be quick. 

Jackson at first thought Takoda was being dramatic, maybe a bit delusional on writing the letter like this. Shouldn’t he inspect the home at least once before Y/n arrived? What if someone broke in? But judging by the dense woods and lack of tracks he didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. But that didn’t stop the hairs on the back of his neck from rising. 

He knew he was alone. He didn’t see a single soul around, not even tire marks in the freshly fallen snow. Yet… yet his instincts told him otherwise. He was far from alone. He was being watched carefully. Jackson couldn’t determine where these unknown eyes were coming from, but he knew it wasn’t too far. And that he overstayed his welcome with each passing second. 

Not even a minute later he was back in the car, gripping the steering wheel as he drove away from the mansion-like house. The note had clear directions on things he shouldn’t do as well as things he should do. Things that made him confused, but his trust in Takoda was unwavering. He was a good man with a large heart. But still Jackson wondered what on earth was going on in that house…

If only Jackson knew he was not far off from the truth. If had focused on the woods to his right he would have seen a pair of amber eyes glowing against the darkness.

 Watching his every move.

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Everything was soft, so soft… and smelt so good… 

Crispy, sweet, a hint of spice… female… he couldn’t help but let out a soft groan as his body reacted to what his senses were picking up. He stretched and buried his inside the soft material as soft rumbles echoed in his chest. His nose flared as the scent invaded his very soul, body full of mixed emotions as his eyes flashed from gold to a soft lilac spontaneously. 

He adored the scent, craved it, and wanted to be smothered in it. It was fruity and mouth watering, his drool nearly escaping his lips with each intake of breath. It was like biting into a juicy apple that was fresh and cool. He could pick up a sweetness that held a soft spice, so much like a vanilla and cinnamon concoction made just for them. The scent was a walking bakery that had his head spinning in the best way possible. But there was just one problem…

She wasn’t there.

His hand gripped the material as the fear of losing the scent was already setting in. Despite just receiving the item only minutes ago his anxiety was rising. Scents only last on clothes for  a few days when out in the open like this, five days at max. A low growl crept up his throat, knowing it would be another week for him to come back. He didn’t want the stranger to return, didn’t like the fact that he got to be near this scent, meanwhile they had to wait and cling to whatever was brought and left on the doorstep. He bet he got to be close to her…

The mere thought had the low growl growing, teeth baring as his body went stiff. Instincts were high and alert, his body already welcoming the new bond without so much as a second question. But that male was keeping her from him. From all of them. The stranger had you placed somewhere far, a place that he knew wasn’t safe because they weren’t there to protect you. 

A hand gently ruffled his locks, easing the growl down as well as his emotions. He must have leaked it into the bond, but he couldn’t help himself and deep down he knew they felt the same way. She was out there in the world, alone and without them. Without proper protection and safety, so much could happen. 

And they haven’t even had the chance to meet her yet.

The hand kept soothing away his worries, despite his anxiety bringing them back. With every new terrifying thought came another wave of peace from his pack mate. It was hard, having the scent right before him and yet not the owner. His instincts were on edge, much like the others. 

Their mate was out there while they were trapped inside.

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[moonshoon]

Jealousy, Jealousy

MASTERLIST

pairing: jealous!dom!heeseung x reader genre: smut word count: 1.5k

summary: y/n is dared to expose her and heeseung’s sex life, and she thinks it’s boring, so she wants to make heeseung jealous to really get him to fuck her how she wants

warnings: jealous!dom!heeseung, sub!reader, openly talking about your sex life, degrading, rough sex, first time squirting, rough sex, reader calls heeseung “sir”, very much a sir kink involved, jealous sex, no prep, party at jackson wang’s house, ass slapping

shortenings: y/n > your name f/n > friend’s name

!WARNING! contains +18 content, MDNI

„what about you, f/n?" one of our friends asked her, her face lighting up with a red shimmer all over. „it's uhh, what should i say... kinky?" she was stammering while answering the question. probably because we were sitting in the cafeteria and it was lunch break so everyone was here too. „don't you want to tell us something more explicit?" sunoo asked her, curiosity visible on his face. she just shook her head as a no and turned to me.

„and yours, y/n?" she asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively. „it's just vanilla i guess. kinda boring, and honestly, i want more... something more powerful or rough..." i said. as we were talking about our sex lives, some of us had the experience i wanted with hee. he was just too much of a softie to do anything more than vanilla with me, and it wasn't enough.

„if you say it like this, we need to find a solution now. mission ‚get y/n fucked good' starts now." she said, raising her had as if she's commanding someone. the others agreed, trying to find out how to make my sex life more interesting.

„i have an idea!" f/n shouted out of no where, almost making me jump. „tonight, the party at jackson's house. we'll go there, invite hee too and you'll wear the cutest, most revealing, slutty outfit ever and tease him. what about that?" „i don't think that's a very good idea but we can try..." and honesty i was scared for myself, because i had never seen heeseung angry or jealous, so i didn't know what i should be expecting now.

in the evening we were waiting in front of our dorm for hee to come pick us up. and not even a few minutes later a black mustang pulled up in front of us. „hop in, ladies. hoon's also with us tonight!" he said as he rolled down the window. i entered in the front and f/n sat in the back next to hoon.

the car rode was mostly silent. i was staring at hee, he was wearing an all black outfit, casual with a t-shirt and some ripped jeans and combat boots. he eyed me up and down, looking at my tight, black dress and the heels with the thin straps that were attached to them. "look hee, we're matching!" i said excitedly with a little giggle, trying to act as innocent as possible in front of him. and he didn't even react, he just hummed and nodded befrore turning his head back and driving off to the party.

when we arrived, me and f/n made our way to the dance floor immediately, just vibing to the music. i saw out of the corner of my eye how hoon and hee made their way over to the bar to get a drink and sit down. both of them sat there, man spreading and keeping their eyes focused on us. i could feel hee's eyes on me, he was staring holes into my body.

as i felt someone dance behind me, i quickly turned around, taking a look at the person. it was a guy, about my age i would guess. he was handsome, not going to lie, but heeseung was a thousand times better for sure. "hey pretty lady~" he said with a flirty tone. "i'm sorry, i've got an amazing boyfriend, please leave me alone." i tried to get him to leave because slowly this guy was really creeping me out with his stares. "but you could still dance with me, no?" he aksed, putting one of his hands on my waist.

just then someone punched him straight across his face, making him fall to the ground hard. when i looked to the side to check who it was, i saw heeseung. his face contorted in a mix of anger and jealousy, his hands clutched tightly against his sides. maybe i went a little too far... i thought to myself as i saw him turn to me with nothing but anger in his eyes.

he pulled me out of the party by my wrist, his grip so tight it hurt. i could hear f/n scream something, but i didn't understand what it was because of the music.

heeseung dragged me to the car, opening the passanger seat's door and letting go of my writst to gesture me to enter harshly. then he walked over to the drivers side and got in, angrily closing the door and starting the engine. he pulled out of the parking, his hands clutching the steering wheel tightly, making his veins bulge out. the thought of those fingers inside of me made me tingle.

it didn't take us long to get to his house, considering the fact that he was speeding almost all the way here with a sports car. he got out again, coming up to my side, opening the door and pulling me out harshly. i tripped because of the heels, my ankle twisting downwards, which made me hiss in pain. heeseung turned around again, a glimpse of worry in his eyes, but it quickly dissapeared again. he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder before locking the car and making his way over to the entrance of the house with large steps.

not even a second after he made his way into his bedroom, he threw me onto the bed and pulling off his shirt before joining me. he didn't hesitate to pull up my dress, telling me to take it off right now. as i did that, his eyes were lingering on me.

i pulled the dress off completely, just sitting there in my lacy underwear because i didn't wear a bra under the dress. he made me lay down by pushing me harshly, not even caring to pull off the lace panties, just casually ripping them. "no bra, lace panties, short dress... you're such an attention seeking slut." he spat out, i could feel myself getting wet and a tingling sensation being spread all through my body. it was happening. finally he was going to be rough with me.

"you know, today, you don't deserve my mouth, nor do you deserve prep. you will take me raw." i felt as if i couldn't breathe anymore. it was as if he turned into a whole new person. "but- but hee-" he slapped my thigh as he interrupted me, making me yelp out. "it's sir for you, remember that." i nodded quickly, shutting my mouth as i didn't want to make him even angrier.

"now turn around, ass up face down. i don't want to hear anything from you." again, i didn't say anything against it and just obeyed what he said. a loud slapping sound filled the room, red handprint probably visible on my ass.

i could hear his beld unbuckling, and a zipper being pulled down before shuffling and sound of clothing falling to the ground. the matress dipped behind me, and soon later i could feel the tip of his cock teasing at my entrance. he didn't waste any time and pushed in right away, not letting me any time to adjust, and just starting to move with harsh thrusts. i tried my best to hold in the sounds, but i just couldn't stop whining and moaning.

so his hand met my ass in a harsh slap again. "didn't i tell you do be quiet?" he said with a harsh voice, in a way i have never heard it before. "oh- fuck, sir! please, slower. please sir, slow down!" but instead of replying to me, he just went faster.

"god- sir, so close, so so close." i whimpered out after a few seconds. hee's hands were on my waist, pushing me down onto the matress, using me for his satisfaction. "come on, come on my cock. let me know how good i make you feel." he bent down and whispered into my ear sensually. "yes, yes. oh fuck, sir!" i couldn't hold it in anymore, my body overwhelmed with all of the pleasure. my legs started trembling and hee wrapped an arm around my body to keep me upright.

i could feel something wet dripping down my legs, waves of pleasure crashing over my body. "fuck, doll. oh, you're squirting for me?" he teased, fingers meeting the sensitive bundle of nerves. "what?" i didn't realize what i did until a few moments later, when his thrusts stilled and he came. i counld feel a warm sensation spreading inside of me, warming me up.

"so good. oh god i didn't even know you could squirt." he said, caressing my back with one hands and helping me get up with the other one. "let me get a warm towel to clean up, hm?" and he was already gone, into the bathroom. a few seconds later he came back out with a wet towel in his hands, and started cleaning the both of us up slowly. gently dragging the cloth over my body, trying not to hurt me with it.

"this was amazing. you should make me jealous more..." he said, crawling up next to me, to lay me down onto his chest and cuddle up closer

[vanillaknj]

can you do smth smutty w/ got7 (a reaction)? i don’t really have any idea but i’m sure you’ll make it amazing!

got7 and their (slightly) hidden kinks

a/n — i took this and ran with it lmao i hope you enjoy, anon! please excuse all spelling mistakes!!

includes — sub!got7, dom!reader, gn!reader, (jaebeom’s is fem!reader, so i apologize), daddy kink, bondage, degrading, breeding kink, pegging, and much more-

mark tuan — breeding

mark loves the feeling of you filling him up, artificial cum or not, he absolutely loves it. his orgasms are also more intense when you cum inside of him, which is why it’s mostly saved for special occasions.

he likes it mainly because it’s an intimacy thing. when you’re filling him up, he feels impossibly closer to you in a sense. he feels like he’s truly yours and vice versa.

lim jaebeom — pegging

jaebeom is normally a service top, we know this, but there are times where he wants to be taken care of. not to say that you aren’t taking care of him when he’s your service top, but sometimes he wants to be pampered too, especially since it takes the edge off him being the leader.

that being said, there are times where he acts needier and clingier and you have to catch on to the fact that he wants to be pegged. during the scene, his moans are a lot louder, but it takes a bit to coax them out at first. babie just wants to be babied, that’s all-

jackson wang — pet play

okay he’s the reason i put ‘slightly’ in the title. we all know that jackson does nothing to hide his pet play kink. call him pup or puppy in that voice, and he’s going to become a needy mess.

he’s your obedient babyboy, he’s never gonna act out or anything. he’s also willing to do literally anything you want. as long as he remains your pup, he has no problem with anything you want to do to him.

park jinyoung — daddy kink

okay hear me out 🧍🏾‍♀️ he has a thing for calling his s/o daddy. the word just roll off his tongue, all silky and smooth. of course he’d never let you know about it, he’s a sassy brat, and it’s something you need to figure out on your own.

imagine just fucking him against a wall, and he’s about to come for the second time. he’s eeekly grasping at your arms as he lets his head rest against the wall. he jolts when he feels the tip his his sensitive spot, gasping out a moan before he whispers a broken “daddy...” before coming both of your abdomens.

[mintimingi]

Jackson Wang is so pretty and you can't tell me he isn't the sweetest boy.

A relationship with Jackson is just the two of you mutually adoring each other.

He'll do what you ask, no doubt, no hesitation. No thoughts head empty, just here to please. And frankly how could anyone say no to that.

Jackson is endlessly talented with his tongue. Whether male or female he knows how to please. He loves tasting you and looking up to see you moaning from the way his his tongue moves.

Jackson is definitely a bit of a masochist. And by a bit a mean a BIG masochistic. Hold him close while you're riding him and give him hickeys all over his neck.

He's a good boy, never much of a need to punish him. But, on the rare occasion he does act out the best punishment for Jackson is always edging. He's adorable begging to cum as tears threaten to spill out of his eyes.

Aftercare with Jackson would consist of lots of kisses. Delicate loving kisses all around his face and kissing over any hickeys, bruises, or scratches you may have given him. But one wrong move and all of a sudden your both fucking again.

[foenixs]

Lucky Number 3

note: this is a little present for my dear 🕺🏻 anon, for making my days better

it's also a special for hitting the 300 mark

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

includes- sub!Jackson, sub!Changbin, sub!Changkyun, dom!f!reader, pegging, dacryphilia, service top!Changbin, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), implied free usage

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Jackson

The soft fabric of his teddy bear pressed against your chest; the stuffed animal trapped between your bodies. You had your arms hooked under his legs, burying the toy to the brim inside his ass. He whimpers through his clenched teeth, nails scratching down your back as you gently fuck up into him.

He looked so small, curled up for you, his tear covered cheeks glistening, making him look like a porcelain doll. Your lips kiss away the pain, his face covered in the faint colour of your lipstick.

“You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”

He giggles, fist rubbing his wet eyes as his love for you grew even stronger.

His cum stained his fluffy friend, but it didn’t matter, he had plenty more to ruin.

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Changbin

„A little faster baby, angle your hips more upwards”, you direct his motions into you, admiring his sweat covered face as he tries his best to follow your orders. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel good, but the way your hand wrapped around his throat made his breath hitch and his thrusts staggered, his orgasm lingering all too close.

Your walls clench tightly around his length, making him ball his fists into the sheets to not lose his mind. With your free hand you gently brush the hair out of his face, stroking his cheek in adoration.

“Are you close baby? Rub my clit so we can cum together.”

His forehead settles onto yours, lips brushing against each other as he fills you up with his warmth.

“I love you!”

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Changkyun

You pull on his hair, so he looks up at you, his hands grabbing onto his pants in excitement. His tongue darts out of his mouth and he throws you an innocent smile, silently begging for your taste. As you guide him into your heat, he moans, his hot breath tickling your clit.

“Use my face”, he had said when you told him about your stressful day and who were you to turn down a free pass for usage.

You grind onto his wet tongue, his nose nestling between your slit, as you hold onto his hair with both hands. Sinking into the pleasure his features sparked, it was hard to tell who enjoyed this more.

Nothing seemed to matter as the mist of love made your brain fuzzy, making you forget about the world beyond these four walls.

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taglist: @euphoricsunflowers @baa-nana @vanillaknj @sub-hoshi-enthusiast @soya-zz @mingiibabieee

[loveofvernonslife]

Happy Birthday to Mr. Seo Chang-bin himself, your officially 22🤪🥳. Thank you for being one of the first male kpop idols😄 I’ll stan to the death of me. You deserve all that come your way. Along with being Korea’s fastest rapper, you stole my heart❤️ and won’t give it back. Once again happy birthday Seo Chang-bin 😘!!!!!

[tuanstars]

i have TOO MANY thoughts of jacks begging for overstim and it makes him feel so good he cries 🥺 (you can take this as a request if you want i just had to get it off my chest 😅)

please? - jackson wang

a/n — overstimulation, dom!reader, sub!jackson, crying, begging, bondage

a/n — this is a top tier concept!!

a/n — ok so this is probably one of the worst fics i’ve ever written and i’m so sorry-

jacksons abdomen was still moving up and down quickly as he tried to catch his breath when he asked you. “please? touch me some more...” he’d mutter as his eyes followed you. you had just brought him through an orgasm, and yet he was asking for more. “i dunno, jacks. i don’t wanna cause you any pain.”

“you won’t. i trust you with my body, please?” he asks again, wrists unmoving in the restraints you have him in. you look up at him one last time before moving your wrist towards his cock.

he jolts when he feels it, and closes his eyes to bask in the sensations. it doesn’t take him long to start moaning and moving his hips up in time with your hand. “h-holy shit— you’re so good to m-me...” he stutters, and his mouth falls open when he feels you speed up.

“y-y/n, oh- may i cum? please?” he begged, thighs quivering as he attempted to stay obedient for you. “cum whenever, seunnie. it’s okay,” you murmured softly, using your thumb to tease the tip, then running among the veins that decorated his needy cock.

his hips are rising half off the bed when he does cum, his head is tipping back and his mouth opened in a silent moan. his cum spills onto your hand, painting it milky white.

“m-more...” he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper as he asks for it. you look up to see his eyes filling with tears. you slowly move your hand again, and he nods, tears spilling over his cheeks.

he’s practically shaking as you continue, the pain melting away in pure pleasure. “s-so good,” he moans, arm muscles flexing momentarily when you tease a vain again, mouth falling open. tears were flowing down his cheeks at an even more rapid pace now, he was thrashing around more and more as well.

“y/n!” he came with a cry of your name, his cum coming out in a smaller quantity as the rest. to him, it felt like the both of you were the only people in the universe, the only people ever. you pulled your hands away, deciding you had put him through enough, and hurried to clean him up.

“oh my gosh.” he murmurs as he feels your wiping the cum from his lower half. even you could tell that his brain was completely mush from the sheer force of his orgasms.

you reach up to undo his restraints, and the moment you do, his hands are on you and pulling you close. he has his head tucked into your neck, urging you to play with his hair and kiss his forehead.

“you did so well for me, seunnie.” you murmur, and you can feel him smile against your neck. “mm, thank you,” he whispers back, snuggling even closer to you as he tries to go to sleep. “get some rest, we can do more later.” you whisper, raking your hands comfortably through his hair to calm him, and before you know it, soft snores are emitting from his lips.

[lilmangosenorita]

[12:56 AM] Kim Namjoon

You felt like you could hardly breathe as his hips pistoned in and out of your drenched pussy. His cock driving you closer and closer over the edge as you gripped the sheets, moan after moan falling out of your mouth.

“Fuck baby!”

“J-joonie.....ah!....M’ s-so.....ah!.... close.”

His grip around your waist no doubt gonna leave bruises as he picked up his pace and speed. Tears were forming in your eyes, threatening to spill as your body tried its best to process the amount of pleasure surging through your veins.

“Yes! Take that fuckin dick baby, take it like a fuckin good girl for me!” he moaned deliriously, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of fucking your tight hole.

“m’gonna cum Joonie!” you whined breathlessly.

“Cum then baby, show daddy how much you love his fuckin dick you little whore.” he all but growled, picking up his pace as he began to relentlessly fuck you into your shared bed, determined to get his sweet little slut to her climax.

With one last thrust, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body shook furiously as your orgasm hit you like a powerful wave. A loud high pitched moan escaping your throat as tears spilled down your cheeks. Your pussy repeatedly squeezing around his thick length as he helped you ride it out with slow shallow thrusts and light circles against your clit with his finger.

“Mmm yeah, you feel so good baby, comin’ around my cock like a good girl.” he panted behind you, a fond smile on his lips as he stared down at you with dark, hooded eyes burning with lust. his hands traveling up and down your sweaty back as you laid ass up face down in your shared bed trying to catch your breath.

You could still feel your juices slipping from your wrecked cunt and down your leg when he leaned down close to your ear and whispered in his husky voice, “Round three?”

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I- don’t even know what I just wrote. It’s my first time writing something like this so please forgive me if this is hella cringe.

[submissivekpop]

Each of got7’s kinks?

(sub!got7 for obvious reasons)

Mark

Mark kinda strikes me as a vanilla guy, so I don’t really see him having too many kinks. He just wants to feel good and he’s pretty open to any idea his s/o might have. Something he might really like is marking (because he loves the way those purple hickeys look on his skin) and dressing up for his partner - whether it’s crossdressing, role-playing or literally anything else.

Jaebum

Maybe it's not a kink, but this man loves facesitting. Well, he likes oral in general, but there's something about having his s/o right on his face that drives him crazy (or, if his s/o has a penis, he loves laying on his back and letting them fuck his throat, especially if there's a visible bulge). Loves edging and denial, and there's no one who can take it like he does. Seriously. You could edge him for hours and then not allow him to finish, and he wouldn't be bothered at all. He might even thank you.

Jackson

Pet play. Pet play. Pet play. Call him ‘puppy’, put a pretty collar on him and he’ll be the happiest man on earth. Seriously. He might get a little bit too excited, though, so he’ll need to be put in in his place. No need to worry about being too harsh on him, he can take it. Whipping might be his favourite form of punishment ever.

Jinyoung

Absolutely loves being blindfolded. There’s something about not being able to see what his s/o is doing/is about to do that drives him insane. He also really likes having his wrists tied above his head, but he’s not that willing to admit it. Last thing: it might not be a kink, but he adores using sweet pet names (i.e. darling, sweetie, love) to address his s/o, and loves it even more when they use it for him.

Youngjae

The sweetest sub ever, he loves praise so much that he's willing to do anything just to be told how good he is for his s/o. Will melt the moment you call him a good boy, face flushed and almost incapable of holding back his giggles. Loves having his body worshipped just as much as he loves worshipping his s/o's body.

Bambam

A brat who needs to be tamed, and thoroughly enjoys it. Dirty talking is one of the things he loves the most, especially if degradation is included. Likes the idea of being 'forced' to do something, mostly because he wants to see how his s/o will deal with his brattiness (he'll probably refuse to do anything, no matter what it is, and then say "make me" just to annoy his s/o).

Yugyeom

This boy has a noona/hyung kink and you can’t convince me otherwise. He absolutely adores using honorifics with his s/o, especially during sex. The only time he purposefully doesn’t use them is when he’s acting bratty - doesn’t happen often, but when it does, this boy knows exactly what to do to receive the punishment he craves.

[sub-k-pop-archive]

perfect for me

Author: @defdreamz

Pairing: sub!Jackson x reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 688

Summary: Jackson is your perfect pup, even when he’s servicing you.

Read here

[jackthetic]

— 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛

Hear me out...

Jackson submitting for Mark–

FUCK I need a imagine on that a-a story on that pleaseimbeggingmyguy

[vanillaknj]

got7 reaction to cumming just from your teasing

includes — sub!got7, gn!reader, teasing, choking, degrading, praise, marking, mentions of oversensitivity, size kink, manhandling, foreshadowed wall sex, etc.

a/n — i had ideas the moment i saw this get requested so i went ahead and made it! this was requested by @l-overless​ !

a/n — please excuse all spelling mistakes.

lim jaebeom

the stress of being the leader eventually dawned on him, and you were his stress reliever.

you were palming him through his jeans, and he was leaning into you and finally giving in and submitting to you.

his moans were muffled as he tucked his head into your neck, and allowed you to tease him. you didn’t notice how his moans got more frequent, as well as lower in pitch. he bucked his hips into your hand, melting into you as he cums.

you were surprised as well, but it should’ve been expected because of all the stress he’s been under. he’s shy and a bit embarrassed when he finally comes down, pulling away from you and immediately looking down.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, using a finger to tilt his head up. “i came too early.” he mutters. “this was a stress reliever for you, i don’t mind, beomie. come with me so you can change and everything.” you tell him, kissing him softly in reassurance.

mark tuan

choking had to be one of marks’ favorite things ever. something about you wrapping a hand around his neck and whispering dirty things into his ear got him going.

you knew how much he loved it, so what better thing to do than tease him?

your was was wrapped around his neck, and applying subtle pressure. his eyes closed as he listened to all the sinful things you were whispering. “you’re so pretty for me, mark? i bet you want me to absolutely ruin you…” you whisper using your other hand to reach down and palm him.

you were surprised to see how hard he was from your simple actions, but continued nevertheless. “hard already? such an obedient little toy for me, angel.” you murmur. he whimpers and groans at your words, and before you know it, you felt him cum.

“you really are a toy; this makes me want to ruin you even more.” you mutter, removing your hand from his neck to unclasp the button of his pants. “please…”

jackson wang

jackson was an absolute sucker for your praise. he loved hearing you tell him he was good for you, or when you praised him after certain things.

this wasn’t any different, jackson was horny, but he didn’t want to tell you because he didn’t want you to feel like you were obligated to help him. the sensitivity was getting him though because the only thing he was thinking of was you.

it didn’t help that you were praising him for how good he looked during his ‘not by the moon’ performances. “seunnie, you looked so sexy during these performances, your voice sounds amazing here, too.” you gush as you watch him on the tv, placing a hand on his thigh.

he was clenching his thighs together, and was red-faced from all the praise you were telling. you stopped in the midst of your talking where you heard jackson whimper, and saw his thighs trembling.

“oh, baby, you should’ve told me. let me help you out.” you whisper, scooting closer once you see the darkened fabric on his pants.

park jinyoung

jinyoung was a brat, no doubt about it. therefore, you needed to be able to over power him because he’d love to challenge you and push your buttons.

he got off on you being able to manhandle him and put him in his place.

“you little brat. i’m the one in charge here, and i think you need a little lesson on where you belong.” you muttered in your ear as you pushed him towards the wall. “i don’t think you’re strong enough to do that.” he challenges with triumph in his voice.

your eyes turn dark, and the next thing he knows, he’s being pushed against the wall with his ass facing you, and hands flat against the wall.

you being rough with him made him feel so small and sensitive. his breaking point was when you reach around to grip his cock. his mouth hung open at the sheer pain and pleasure you provided, and before he knew it he was coming in his pants.

“woah…” he whispers, still slightly trembling. “you’re still getting your punishment, darling…”

choi youngjae

youngjae had incredibly sensitive thighs, and you continuously touching and teasingly was bound to make him sensitive.

he whimpered in submission when your hands roamed his inner thighs, squeezing them. soft whimpers leave his mouth as you continue, closing his eyes and he rolls his hips towards your hands.

“y-y/n please…” he whispers, thighs trembling under your grasps. “please what, baby? i haven’t even done anything yet.” you tease.

he surprises you when his hips push against your hands more, and his hands move to grasp your wrists, whimpering and whining as he came in his pants.

“oh my gosh…” he whispers, hips still stuttering. “sorry.” he apologizes with a small smile. you’re reaching for the button on his pants, and he moans when your hands graze over his cock. “hm, we still aren’t done here, baby.”

bambam

bambam got off to you treating him like a slut. he had his bratty moments, and loved it when you degraded him and pushed him around. he has a size kink too, loving it when you dominated him to show him who he belonged to.

you had him pushed against a wall, hands pulled over his head with your knee pressed between his legs. he was ultra sensitive, and he grinded down on your knee for any relief he could get.

“you love acting like a slut, don’t you? grinding and flirting with everyone you see like a whore, hm?” you tease, dropping your head to kiss and nip at his neck. “wanted you to be rough-“ he whispers, voice shaky as he pushes his hips towards your knee harder than before.

“you’re getting what you wanted then.” you murmur, gripping his hip with your vacant hand. he squirms under your grasp for a few moments, and with a loud moan of your title, his head fell back against the wall and you felt the warmth of his cum spread over your thigh.

“i’m really going to ruin you now, sweetheart.”

kim yugyeom

yugyeom’s favorite thing for you to do with him was hiss his neck. his neck was incredibly sensitive, so you sucking on it was bound to affect him.

his moans were like music to your ears as you sucked continuously on his sweet spot. “y-y/n…” he whispers, crossing his legs together.

“hm, babyboy?” you murmur against his skin, and he moans even louder when he feels you marking a hickey directly over his most sensitive spot.

that was his breaking point, and he didn’t even expect it himself when he came, filling his underwear with his cum. “i didn’t know you were so sensitive.” you tell him with a smirk. “i still need help…” he whispers, hiding his blushing face. “then let me help you.”

[defdreamz]

got7 + aftercare

just a small something while i write fics 💕

sub!got7, mentions of sexual acts, gender of the reader not specified <3

it would mean a lot to me if you could rb or send an ask if you liked this !! it makes my week to see my worlds get validated. also, i’d love it if you guys could interact with me more...? i really do like getting and answering asks instead of just being a writing machine </3

also, how you do all feel about my post layouts being like this from now on bc i like this ngl

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lim jaebeom

jaebeom wouldn’t want too much of extensive aftercare. he’d just need to be held, and cleaned a bit. nothing too much, as he does need time to think to himself. he doesn’t want too much space though, so laying with your arm around you with barely any words spoken as the both of you calm down would be ideal for him.

mark tuan

it really depends with mark, but i think he’d want a bit extra. it takes him a bit more to fully submit, therefore you’d need to heavily praise him once it’s all over. mark would love to talk about what all happened and if you were really okay with it. he’d even be open to talking about things you’d like to try. talking and praising him is the way to go with him.

jackson wang

jackson would need extensive aftercare, but would like to show it. he’d try and distract you by talking a lot about kinks he’d want to try out or even schedules for the next few days. but all it’d take are a few comforting words that let him know that it’s okay for him to be vulnerable, and then he’d break down and put his heart on his sleeve. he’d tell you everything. that’s what he needs, a space where he can be vulnerable and free w/o judgement, and he’d need constant reassurance that he’s okay, and it’s okay for him to be that way.

park jinyoung

needs his space. afterward, once the cleaning and the tiny bit of praise he allows you to give him is done, he needs his space. he needs his time to think about a lot, especially himself. it’s a vulnerable time for him. it’s good that you give him his space, but not too much or else he’ll get lost in his thoughts and it could result in a subdrop.

choi youngjae

he’s clingy during aftercare. he drops into his headspace headfirst, and uses you to ground him. he clings onto you with his head in your neck, and will 100% expect praise & calming phrases to help him. he’s not too big on too much being done during this time bc literally all he needs is for you to be there for him.

bambam

would need extensive aftercare. bam is a brat, therefore lots of hard kinks and heavier things are used during play with him, and by the end of it he’d be deep in subspace. he’d be really dependent on you. clean him up, praise him, give him water and snacks, coddle & dote on him bc he needs it !

kim yugyeom

would also need extensive aftercare. he’s not necessarily a brat, but he’d still need hella aftercare because he needs to know that he was good for you, and that you love him. he falls into subspace so easily too, so it’d take a bit to get him grounded. yugyem just needs to know that your his and he’s yours.

[mintimingi]

Sub!Bts thoughts

Yoongi is a baby. He thrives off of attention, despite what he'll tell you. Sometimes he'll catch you staring at his beautiful face and immediately blush and get shy.

"Why are looking at me like that" he says looking down at the floor.

Namjoon is just a himbo. Big scary muscles but not a single thought behind those eyes. Boy is so happy to do anything you ask without hesitation.

Taehyung as adorable as he is he's a baby. He'll whine whenever he doesn't get what he wants. He always needs a weekly punishment just to keep him in line. But of course despite how much trouble he causes you of course still love him. And love punishing him.

Hoseok is a real dream. He fucks good, always so sweet. He's the type to love you being as rough as possible with him. He'll be there sweetest boy ever but still want you to fuck him like a bitch .

Seokjin is so sensitive to anything and everything you do. You can't even kiss the man without him getting needy and trying to slip in his tongue. And if you can't do it in public it makes it 1,000x better when you can finally hear him whimper into your kisses.

Jungkook is a selfless lover. He likes giving his all to you. You wanna tease him for hours? He'll do it. You wanna fuck him till sunrise? That's fine just be extra sweet and give him extra kisses.

Jimin is like Jungkook buuut he does like adore any attention you give him. Any complements you give him he takes to heart. And will fully believe.

[foenixs]

may i request a jackson smut where he goes to submissive headspace and it’s all fluffy and smutty? with pegging, praise, and the reader just taking care of him in a soft-dom way, if that’s okay💕

Cry No More

note: this turned out kinda sad but the reader makes Jackson forget about his worries (he has a bad relationship with his mother in this piece)

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word count: 723

includes- sub!Jackson x dom!reader, mommy kink, praise, pegging, hinted cockwarming (with a strap on)

You feel his wet cheeks press against your neck as he buries his head into your shoulder the minute you get home. Gently stroking his back, you leave a peck on the crown of his head before tilting his chin up to see his glassy his eyes.

“What’s wrong babyboy? Why are you crying?”

“I just missed your warmth mommy, and…”, he looks away, eyebrows in a frown as he struggles to finish the sentence.

“And what baby?”, your tone was sweet like sugar and it made him melt into your safe embrace.

“My mother called; she didn’t like the new music video I put out. Why can I never make her proud?”

No words could soothe his pain right now, so instead you take his shivering hand into yours and guide him to your bedroom. Laying him onto the duvet you make sure his head is nestled comfortable between the pillows before you lean in to kiss his lips. You could taste the salt of his tears, your hands caressing his arms in a soothing motion.

You leave a peck on every drop of tear, scattered across his face, drying them with your lips.

“You taste so good babyboy”, the trail of kisses expands down to his neck and you gently pull on his neck to leave a mark, “I can’t believe I get to call you mine.”

You push his sweater up to free more skin to cherish. “So pretty”, you coo over and over as you suck on his skin, taking one of his nipples into your mouth. You twirl your tongue around the pink knob, earning you a whimper from Jackson and an arch from his back. You still his movements with your calm hand on his stomach, making sure he relaxes into your touch.

As your mouth reaches the hem of his sweatpants, you let your fingers sink under the waistband, pulling it down to expose his most prized possession.

“What a beauty; I always brag to my co-workers about how amazing you are and how lucky I am that someone like you fell in love with me.”, the praise falling from your lips was music to his ears, making his cock twitch against your fingers, lightly running up and down his length.

“What do you crave babyboy?”

“I want, I want to feel you mommy, have you close, your warmth spreading through me. Want to have you inside of me, please.”

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Teasing his prepped asshole with your lube covered strap, he wraps his arms around your neck, resting his hands on your back to hold you close. You push his legs up as far as you could without hurting him, thrusting the toy into him until it reaches deep inside of him. He sighs in relief, heat rushing to his cheeks as your rock your hips into his.

“You’re doing so good baby, taking all of me.”, your movements were slow but precise, pulling out almost entirely before diving back into him. Sweat washes the remnants of his tears away, his hair sticking to his forehead. You lean down further so your chest is pressed to his, your mouth kissing his neck once again.

Your bodies melted together at the intimacy, his nails raking down your back as you pick up your pace. If your plan was to make him forget about the call, you sure succeeded. His legs cling onto you as if he was afraid, you’d disappear and you move to look him in the eyes, wanting him to see how much you meant every word that left your mouth.

“I’m here for you baby, I love you and I couldn’t be prouder of your achievements.”, your hips snapping into him at every syllable. A second set of tears leaves his eyes but the smile taking over his face lets you know he understood.

You move one hand down to his cock, helping him tip over the edge as your love becomes too much to handle. You can feel his cum stick to your torso, gluing you together and you slow down your movements, halting inside him to hold him in your arms. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it calmed down again.

“I want to fall asleep like this mommy, please don’t let me go.”

“Never, babyboy!”

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