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October 31st

Seo Changbin × Footjob

Contains: exhibitionism(?), hints of Changbin being a m, mentions of alcohol and intoxication, afab reader who dresses up as a woman character, a little bit of CBT

Word Count: 1.5k+

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You lay your head back. The small voice in the back of your mind is telling you to leave before you regret doing or saying anything. “I’m not really in the mood to drink tonight, Binnie.” You mumble.

You’re sipping on a glass of water after he suggested some soju and beer. The thought of drinking alcohol after what happened last week makes you nervous. It seems you seriously become a different person under the influence. Thinking about last week has you worrying about how Changbin is feeling.

“Are you worried about something happening?” He picks up a pair of metal tongs, flipping the meat over and pressing it down a bit. Although it seems like he’s teasing you, he’s actually a bit clueless.

You stand up straighter and look at him, pursing your lips. When his eyes meet yours, he can’t keep eye contact for long and his sight adverts back to the ceiling with mood lighting and constellations. It seems that seeing you jogged his memory on what exactly occurred on Halloween day. You dressed up in something provocative. A full body suit of latex with the only skin really showing being your breast, pushed together and shown a generous amount. You could pull the zipper up but it wouldn’t be accurate to your costume like that. A whip was around your waist as well.

The main point was that you had a little too much to drink. You spoke your mind freely, conversing with Minho about your obvious attraction to Changbin. You mostly complained about the blatant signs you’ve been showing him, to no avail. He took them as jokes and maybe would even get a bit flustered before reverting back to the same ol’ Seo Changbin. When you caught the very man you were talking about in the corner of your eye, you couldn’t help stumbling towards him.

He was shocked when you had pressed your chest to his and fluttered your eyes. He got out the words ‘hey’ but he realized it wasn’t very like you, to so blatantly hit on him. Still, he wasn’t getting the message.

The most shocking thing was when you led his hands to take a handful of your breast in a party full of your friends. He wasn’t thinking clearly when it happened, hands still on them. You make him squeeze them, lip between your teeth. It’s not until you whisper something in his ear that he’s snapped out of it. No, this was not like you at all.

He held his breath and stepped away, slightly intoxicated as well, some of it being the alcohol in his red solo cup but mostly by the smell of your perfume.

He had to leave soon after that. You were told about what you did (with detail, from Minho) after sleeping over and with your splitting hangover, you were mortified. What were you going to say to your friend the next time you saw him? You swore to never drink that much ever again. You regretted avoiding Changbin for the rest of the week but you couldn’t handle thinking about what he’d say. Maybe a way to completely reject your crush or maybe he was so oblivious that he would shrug it off as a drunken mistake. That would really hurt.

But wasn’t that what you were doing now? “Listen…what happened that night, it was just a joke-“ and he cuts you off with his own words.

“Was it? I don’t think being dressed as cat woman and making me-“ he clears his throat, “squeeze your tits was a very funny joke.”

You open your mouth for a second and then you lean over. “You’re right. It wasn’t funny. It was wrong.” You guiltily press your lips together.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it or anything!” He gets out, waving his hands.

You grab the tongs out of his hand and take the meat off the grill. You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed seeing Changbin a little flustered. He could be bold when he wanted to, more often than not but when he was like this, you just wanted to tease him.

You slip off one of your flats. You could be bold without the influence of alcohol.

“Would you have preferred if I continued? Right there in the open for all of our friends to see?” You ask, leaning on one of your hands.

Right as he’s about to answer, your foot brushes against his leg and he lets out this squeak. The sound makes you want to laugh but you hold back. The people near you in other stalls look for a moment with confusion before carrying on their conversation. Changbin thinks you touching him under the table must’ve just been a mistake so he carries on to answer your question.

“I’m not really interested in having our friends witness something like THAT-!” Then he lets out another loud noise when your thin-socked foot drags up his leg. He’s wearing those really hot gray sweatpants that he knows you like. “Are you…doing that on purpose?”

You drag your tongue on your lower lip, completing it with this mischievous smile. You watch as he gulps comically.

“Then, what are you interested in?” You carry on the conversation as if nothing is going on under the table.

Changbin shuffles a bit in his chair. At first, he’s hesitant to say what’s on his mind but he spits it out: “…You.” Then he takes a spoonful of rice and meat into his mouth. You reward him with resting your foot between his legs, toeing at the fabric losing hanging from his crotch. It drags down again, caressing his thigh barley and he’s looking down and letting out the lightest sigh. “Are we really going to do this here…?”

“We haven’t been here long but of course I could stop if you aren’t comfortable.” You start backing away your leg but he puts his hand back on it.

“Don’t stop.”

“That isn’t very polite of you.” You finally press the curve of your foot on his crotch. “Let’s try that again. I think you’re missing the magic word.”

His eyes almost burst open. His jaw drops. “I didn’t know you were like this…”

You fake a pout. “That’s not the word.” And you put more pressure on him, feeling him twitch under the pressure.

He shuffles his hips up, “Please-please? I’m sorry.”

You use your finger to motion him to come closer. When he does, you have full access to getting him hard under your foot without gathering suspicion. You immediately get to work, stretching your toes over what you feel is the head and stroking him. His eyes shut almost immediately and his eyebrows dent down. It couldn't be any more obvious that he’s getting a foot job right now.

“Did you like the costume I wore?” You ask, stopping your motions so he can focus on your question.

He’s not stupid. As his eyes subtly open, he acknowledges that he knows you’re playing a game with him. “You kidding? I was drooling over it the whole party.”

You start your movements again and Changbin can’t help the choked out sound he makes. You fake concern as to lower suspicion to whoever may be looking into your booth, on their way to the bathroom. When another person walks by, you get curious and caress the head of his cock. He jilts in his seat and has to bite on his lip, scared he might let out a noise.

“What do you think about what I was wearing while I’m doing this?”

“If I do that, I might…y’know, early.”

“You liked it that much?” And then the heel of your foot is grinding on balls.

It’s meant as a punishment but the way he covers his mouth with one hand and grips the edge of the wooden table has you thinking it was closer to a reward. His arm flexes with his grip and you start to actually get concerned.

“You okay? Should we stop?” You take your hand over the table. He quickly takes a hold of yours and whimpers, intertwining them.

“Don’t. Was really close. Keep goin’.” He whispers with a slur in his words as if he’s already lust-drunk. It’s quiet enough so only you can hear it over the other talking.

Your strokes get more fluid, realizing that he might like it a little more rough than he’s leading on. So you get rougher with more pressure, more swivel, harder grip. You want to absolutely ruin him with this new information but you have to hold yourself back in public. You can’t help but feel a small rush at the thought of someone catching on to Changbin’s heavy breaths and realizing what’s actually going on. Of course, it would be embarrassing if it were to actually happen and Bin wouldn’t actually be comfortable about that.

Then you mouth the same words you whispered into his ear that Halloween night. His jaw slacks and it’s like he’s going to let out noise but instead, he’s silent as he cums in his pants. His eyes squeeze shut hard and he shakes with the impact of his release. It’s when he settles down and his watery eyes are begging you to stop that you do.

You slip your foot back into your shoe and point to the food. “Can you grill this one next?”

Drool is running down his lip as he sits in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. His look makes you want to kiss him.

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October 25th

Kim Seokjin x Mirrors

Contains: toy used, unprotected sex, semi-public, afab reader

Word Count: 2.1k+

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“Kim Seokjin. This must be one of the worst ideas you’ve ever had.” You can’t lie, you are a bit angry. Seokjin proposed this “genius” idea—his words not yours—for something the both of you can do at the upcoming fair. You can’t possibly think of something fun to do at this time of day at a glorified amusement park. Get in trouble for trespassing, maybe?

Why were you angry? Well for one, it’s the middle of November and you’re freezing your ass off. You hadn’t expected his genius idea to involve going outdoors. You thought with the way he was looking at you, he wanted to eat you out or something. Not tread ten minutes in the cold and hop a fence. Two, he’s leading you into the fair at 5 in the morning, a whole 5 hours before it opens up. He’s obviously not here to get dibs on some rides. The only reason why you’re not freaking out about getting caught for complete trespassing is because your boyfriend had taken a few days off at his job to work at the fair instead. He wanted to see what it was like, being surrounded by crying children, “lost items”, and cocky couples. His words, not yours.

You told him it was a terrible idea but gave in at the hint of free fair food. Yum, free fried food that you could possibly get food poisoning from. You were in.

The smell of something fried in dough was in the air from the day before. Even as you looked around, you caught glimpses of janitors cleaning up the discarded trash. They didn’t seem to care about the two of you. You met eyes with one of them but they just gave you a brief smile and continued sweeping cracked concrete.

Jin is holding your arm by your wrist, eyes lit up like a child showing their mother their favorite ride. He’s looking straight at the lights that just turned on all around a ferris wheel. It was a little cute but you refused to back down because of a couple of cute things your boyfriend did without even knowing he did them. Sure, he was gorgeous but that wouldn’t suddenly revive you and give you the energy you’ve been craving to catch up on. Recent work days were 9 to 7 and the rest of the day was filled with cooking and sleeping. You barely had time to binge watch your favorite shows. Even if you tried, you’d be asleep by episode 2. Sometimes you’d wake up in the arms of your boyfriend, lifting you up from the couch and carrying you to bed. He would lay you down gently, pulling the blanket over you right before getting in beside you and pulling your head against his chest. It was comfy and warm and days like those are when you sleep your best.

“You flatter me. You think my other ideas are good?” He grins, looking back at you.

That isn’t what you meant and he knew it but you’ve learned that he gets a kick out of teasing you. You’ve decided to just let it be when he says things like that. He usually isn’t looking for an answer, just the roll of your eyes satisfies him.

“Behold!” He shouted and you slapped his arm at his loud voice while it echoed in the empty area. He pouted, rubbing the spot you barely hit. “I wanted to show you this place. Isn’t it cool?”

You sighed and looked up, not surprised in the slightest for what Jin was showing you. Not a glimpse of excitement came to you and you sluggish read the words. In squiggly words that were decorated with polka dots and stripes were the words: Mazy’s Mirror Maze. Very creative. You looked at him and showed him an expression to describe what you were feeling. Absolutely underwhelmed.

“Yeah? It’s a mirror maze. What about it.” You mumbled.

Jin looked disappointed, wrapping his arm around your hip. You’re grateful for the warmth he adds on you, sinking into your skin. “Babe…you have no idea how fun this could be. A mirror maze. To ourselves?”

You’re not catching on so you pinch his sweater and tug at it, “Let’s just go back home. I’m tired and I have work at 12.”

Seokjin takes your hand into his. He lifts it to his face, pressing his lips on the knuckle. His eyes glaze over, begging you to let him stay longer. It seems he has hyped up his surprise too much in your opinion but you’re weak to those eyes. Damn those puppy eyes.

“Fine. Show me how fun this could be.” You wave at him with the back of your hand.

Then he’s pulling you into the maze. It’s full of normal mirrors at first but it seems like Jin knows where he’s going. Things look confusing and you’re looking at multiple copies of you and him. A couple lefts and rights and the lighting makes it hard to see, progressively getting darker the further you get in the maze. He doesn’t seem worried. You wince when there’s a sudden blast of light. You’ve entered this hallway, full of some mirrors that are normal and others that make you look odd. In some, you’re short and in others you’re lanky. You’re wavy in one and swirled in others. You’ve always wondered how these worked. All of the mirrors are lined with silver paint that seems to be chipping on the very edges.

“Okay. Now that we’ve gone through the maze, let’s go.” And you pull his arm to go to the door at the end of the hall labeled ‘EXIT’.

“Buh-We are not done here.”

And you’re suddenly in his arms. He’s pressed you against one of the straight normal mirrors. He’s purposefully pulled your body close to his so you can feel…

“How are you hard right now?” You ask incredulously.

He pecks your lips, “Have been for a while. You know why.”

And then your memory is jogged with the events earlier today. In a sleepy haze at twelve at night, he pulled you in and asked you if he should do something a little spicy. You mumbled under your breath, asking what he meant, and caught in your sight on something sparkly and the size of your hand. Your vision is blurred from the fight you have with your circadian rhythm. You tell him sure, why not, and drift off into slumber soon after. You swear you can hear his dragged out sighs as he shuffles around in bed. It annoys you but then he’s pressed against you and you can finally get some shut eye.

With you pressed on the mirror, Jin pulls his pants and underwear down in one go, not concerned for possible witnesses in the slightest. You gasp at what you see reflected in the mirror across the hall. There’s a pretty little plug right between Seokjin’s ass cheeks.

“Oh. Oh wow.” You add in, suddenly interested.

Nothing stops you from moving your arms around his body and grabbing handfuls of his ass. His eyes open wide, wanting more of your rough touch. He moves forward and tucks himself in your neck, a soft sigh peeking out of his lips. It’s when you press down on the plug that he’s twitching against your thigh and lets out this lovely moan.

“Can I- c-can we-“

You’ve noticed that Jin struggles to ask to have sex when he’s flustered. You find it cute and you’re overwhelmed with the desire to make him cum. Some part of you does want to wait to see if he can get the words out.

“Can you fuck me?” He finally gets out, body pushed against yours.

He’s needy, grinding against your thigh and gripping your hips hard. When you take a hold of his chin and pull him out from the corner of your neck, he’s faking this pout. His lips are down but it’s in a way that makes it look like he’s mocking you. You really want to wipe that look off his face.

You pull your pants and underwear down. You kick them away and stand with your hands on your hips. “You think you can hold me up?”

“I know I can.” His mood switches like a light. At one moment he’s a begging mess but the other, his head is way too big.

You pull your arms around his neck and jump up to wrap your legs around his hips. Your body is firmly pressed against the mirror when he leans forward and your ass feels cold on it. The feeling shocks you for a moment but you stop yourself from moving too much. One wrong move and you might topple over along with Seokjin.

He’s leaned against your chest, trying to look down and aim for where he wants to sink in you. You can’t help but laugh a bit when you notice him struggle. He’s frustrated, nose flared and face burning hot. Your laughter does nothing but mock him. It doesn’t help when you add:

“Is this the time you realize the hole is a little lower? It’s not that difficult, Jinnie.”

He whines, “It’s difficult because you’re too wet.”

Your legs cross behind his back, “Look at me, baby.” And he follows. You notice his eyes are watery and his pout is much more genuine this time. Good. You peck his lips and take hold of his cock, lips closed with a moan. You line it up for yourself, “Now, try.”

He pushes himself inside of you, not being able to help himself from letting out this most delectable moan. You groan with him at the sudden entrance. You swear he acts like he’d die without your pussy; It’s warm, tight, and so wet that he’s scared he might slip out. His thrusts are shallow and although he’s hitting the right spot, it’s just not doing it for you just yet. You notice by the way he’s heavily breathing that he’s turned on more than usual.

“Can I finger you when we get back home.” You whisper in his ear.

He reaches as deep as he can get before he’s pulling out from your neck, looking at you with his jaw dropped. “Can you not say stuff like that when I’m inside of you? Fuck…”

You moved one arm under his so it’s around his hip, the other arm still wrapped around his back to keep you stable. “Why? Were you about to cum? Does that mean you’ll say yes?”

He groans as he continues his shallow thrusts. Then you’re moving your hand down to his ass, pressed down on the butt plug. He stiffens and presses his forehead to yours. It’s sweaty but you don’t pull away. When he sinks all the way into you, he reaches deep and is caressing your sensitive walls. You’re clenching with purpose because although you know he won’t last long enough to make you cum, you still want him to feel good. You want his mind to be clear with nothing but pleasure.

“Shit-“ He’s twitching inside you, right on the edge. When you pushed down the butt plug constantly, it hit his prostate with such light pressure that it was constantly teasing him. When you do it again with that mischief filled grin, it’s over. He’s been turned on for 5 hours and it’s a surprise he didn’t cum as soon as he entered you (which happens sometimes and those are your favorite days. You end up coaxing another orgasm out of him when he’s much more sensitive). He couldn’t even fall asleep because he was so distracted by his boner. He was pressed against your plush ass as you slept tonight but it granted no relief because you slept like a rock, barely even moving.

He’s filling you up with the next shallow thrusts, eyesight full of static when he closes them. His consistent moans as he cums make you feel deeply satisfied. You kiss his cheek and rub his back while he comes down from his high, shaking in your arms.

“And what do you say?” You say through the silence once your clothes are back on. You feel cum already being caught by your underwear. Gross.

“You knew I wanted to make you—fuck you.” He pouts.

You should be shocked by his language. But frankly, you’re used to vulgarity and if anything, you should be the frustrated one. He pulled you out of your sleep to fuck in a mirror maze. Instead you mutter in a way that makes him barely hear: “Oh I will.”

When his brain clicks to what you mean, he flushes and it’s not just because of the waft of cold that hits the both of you once you leave through the exit.

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October 20th

Lee Felix x Puppy Play

Contains: afab reader

Word count: 1.1k+

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“Woah…” He’s just entered your house, eyes sparkling at the grandiose chandeliers and the marble floors. Even with his pure white fur coat that you had paid for, he feels underdressed in this environment.

“Make yourself comfortable. Do you want anything to drink?” You pull off your jacket by pulling your sleeves off first. You hang it on your coat rack, already loosening the buttons down your shirt. You’re dressed like you just came home from a long day of work, and the truth is you have. A long day of managing various clubs in Seoul. That’s exactly where you met Felix. You met him at one of your more spicy clubs, and he came on to you, dressed in glitter and flashy clothes. You immediately thought he was pretty and for all of three months, you’ve been spoiling him with gifts he never asked for and cash he didn’t know you had.

When he walked up to you, he never thought you were the manager of all the major clubs in the city.

Felix licks the flavored gloss off his lips before clearing his dry throat, “Water would be nice, thank you.”

You nod and with no other words to exchange, you disappear into another room.

Although you told him to make himself comfortable, he isn’t sure he can even do that. He doesn’t know where to even start. He pulls off his coat and places it messily on the same rack. It’s ends up strewn on two of the hooks. It’s very different from how you put yours down. Felix often realizes that when he’s around you, he doesn’t act as proper and professional as you do. Always with a stoic expression and a settled tone. No one gets under your skin, no matter what they say and whether it’s been related to your pass or not.

He finds himself running his hand down the inside of your jacket, feeling like silk on his fingers. There’s something about the elegance of what you wear and emit that drew him in. He knew you were rich but not this rich.

He finally moves away from the entrance, fingers brushing against carefully chiseled pillars. He figures he better go and do what he came here to do. So, he found your living room and sat down, rubbing his arms to keep himself warm. The only thing Felix could feel was the luxury but there was no warmth of what you call your home. The furniture gave into the air like an art exhibit, paired with crystal-shaped plants and sharp lined paintings. The gray leather couch wasn’t as comfortable as it could have been because it had yet to be broken in. The television looked brand new, not even a visible speck of dust on the screen and a sheen of plastic still covered it. No, this just did not feel real. Do you even come to your own home and ever relax?

What was taking you so long with that water?

Then, there was a clack on the floor. The sound circled the room as it became quieter and quieter. He jumped from his seat at the sudden noise and looked up from your T.V. to see you standing at the entrance. You looked the same, save the buttons down all the way to where your bra stoped. Your belt was off, tailored pants still curved around your waist. The only thing that seemed off was instead of a glass of water, it was a bowl.

A dog bowl.

The clang on the floor must’ve been from the metal of the bowl and Felix notices water spreading on the floor, starting to touch the carpet and the dark wood. He looks in the bowl this time, watching ice cubes float.

“Get off of my couch.” You wave your hand and then point to the ground.

Felix follows along, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. He stands up from the seat and then walks to the very spot you point at. He notices the disappointed look on your face. You click your tongue and show him the bowl. This time, you point at it with the point of your shoe.

“Go on, have your water.”

Felix is starting to catch on.

He sets himself on his hands and knees and looks back at you. You’re smiling now, an expression that he doesn’t often see on your solemn face. He looks back down this his fingers and watches the chipped black polish shine along with the waxed floor. Crawling on the floor, his sharp shaped shoes hitting the carpet constantly until his head dives down when it meets the bowl and he licks. It’s harder than he had thought, to get a good amount of water just through licks. The water is so cold at first and he has to stop himself from flinching away. Like a spell, he tells himself anything to make you happy, anything to see you smile like that again.

“Such a good boy.” And he lights up at your comment.

He even finds himself twitching in his pants when you caress his head. You lift him by his chin from out of the bowl and wipe off the excess water that rolls down his lips with your thumb.

“Thank-“ He opens his mouth to answer you but he’s cut off when you place your thumb on his tongue. It’s deep but not enough to make him choke.

“Last time I checked, dogs didn’t speak. They bark.”

Felix closes his lips around your thumb and lets out a small ‘yip’ with his mouth closed. The sound makes him feel embarrassed but he sees your eyes are filled with a deep desire for more. You tell him to say it louder, like he’s begging you.

He barks when your thumb leaves his mouth and you can’t help the glee that fills your body. You push him back so he sits on the floor and you straddle his lap. His body hits the bottom part on the couch and you tug so hard at his shirt that the buttons pop off and spread on the floor. The shirt is like paper against your strength and you reach over in your pocket and pull out a collar. On it, has the name “Lixie” on it in gold and it shocks him that you had something like this for him.

“Is this okay? Do you like it?” You grin and then put it around his neck with his permission, a snug fit. He opens his mouth to reply with another bark, and you push your hands in his fluffy blond hair from the back. “I’m glad.”

The next moments are spent with you grinding your clothed body against his.

When you give him a command, he’s immediate to reply with a bark and his head lands back on the seat of the couch. He’s constantly thinking about it but he holds back from touching you because thinking about a possible punishment gives him chills. By the time he cums, his throat is sore.

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October 17th

Park Jimin x Camboy

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader

Word count: 700+

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“Today, I wanted to show you these…things I found.” Jimin starts buttoning down his shirt. “For some reason, you really wanted to see my chest so I worked really hard to make it look pretty for you.”

Covering his nipples are heart shaped pasties that are a nice shade of red. All over the rest of his chest and stomach is covered in red glitter. It’s a light bringer in person than on camera but his viewers are going crazy. Men, women, and everyone in between are in love with everything Jimin but this is the first time in his 2 year long camboy career that he’s shown his chest.

“What should we do today? Any suggestions?” He leans in closer to his monitor and reads the fast messages. “Take them off? I don’t think so. I’m a bit nervous about that.” Jimin is lying but he enjoys slowly revealing himself to his fans rather than just giving them what they want. It keeps them coming back for more, pointing out a new slither of skin when they see it.

Jimin wiggles down his shorts a bit along with his underwear, his cock hitting his glitter dusted stomach. “I’ve been actually hard for a bit. I had this really…interesting dream.”

And immediately his viewers ask what it was about.

Immediately his imagination flashes with thoughts about you. Guilty, he takes his cock into his hand and strokes it, lips subtly mouthing your name before he starts telling the details of his wet dream.

“They were wearing this…really eye catching black dress. A lot of it was blurry and we weren’t even in a fancy place or a club or anything like that. We were in my room. They were dressed for me, I think.” He huffs out. “They never said a thing the whole time. They just looked at me…like they were ready to devour me.”

Jimin sits back in his chair, closing his eyes to relive and soak in his memories. He could remember this particular dream feeling and looking more realistic than his typical nonsensical ones. Edges were blurry but you were there in complete detail. “I felt weighted, too. Like I had to get on my knees.”

He opens his eyes again, this time they’re glossy. He glances at this chat and chuckles. They’re begging for him to get to the best part already, anticipating this story and what exactly had Park Jimin hard all day.

“They never took off any of their clothes but they pushed me on my bed. I remember them…” and he exhales.

He’s already close at the thought of what you did next. You, his coworker at his boring office job. His job where no one knows his secret camboy side work. Why he’s able to afford all these name brands, and the apartment he lives in at his age.

No one knew expect for you. You never held this knowledge over his head but you did look at him in a different way. You flirted with him and bent over to pick up pens a little too often. You knew the way it affected him so you would smirk and blow a kiss his way. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you these past few days.

He hopes you’re watching right now.

Jimin cums in his hands before he can finish his story, quickly apologizing to his viewers. His cheeks are flamed pink with embarrassment. He could usually last long than that but today seems to be the exception. For the duration of the stream, after cleaning up, he spends the last five minutes conversing and making promises to edge in his next one.

He says bye with his lips pursed and then lays back on his chair with a sigh. What a mess, both literally and figuratively. Then he hears his phone go off in a call. It’s not often that people call him so it peaks his interest and he’s standing up and grabbing his phone from his carefully crafted, wooden bookshelf. You’re calling him.

He doesn’t hesitate to answer but maybe he should have. “He-“ His voice cracks and he clears his throat, “Hello?”

There’s silence at first. A thick silence. But then you’re telling him your address very slowly. You tell him to be there as fast as he can. You finish the call by saying that you’d like to hear him finish his story. Jimin lips part but then he’s rushing to shove his wallet, phone, and keys in his pockets.

He’s so glad you knew he was thinking about you.

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Im going to rewrite for kinktober 15 so it will be released on the 17th instead. I didn’t like how it turned out! Thanks for understanding <3

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October 10th

Bang Chan x Pegging

Contains: afab reader, reader is a bit cocky, a little degrading, fingering (f and m receiving)

Word Count: 2.4k+

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“You know the drill…” And then you snort at your joke, “Heh, drill. I crack myself up sometimes.”

Chris turns from the box in your closet to raise his eyebrows at your inappropriate comment. Was that really what you were thinking about right now? To be honest, how much worse could it get? He’s known you long enough to be aware that this is just how you are sometimes. You do nothing but stare back at him, a subtle smile on your face. You seem to be satisfied with the joke you’ve made and the totally ruined mood. He opens his mouth to say something.

“I…Okay.” Although, Chris is tempted to end this relationship, whatever this is. He shuts his mouth because he’s feeling particularly horny today and no one really moved their hips like you did. Trust him, he knows. He fears he might change your mind if he says something snarky in return.

Maybe it’s a mixture of the close relationship the two of you have had since you met in college and how he’s never been able to suppress the huge crush he’s had on you. Sure, he remembers meeting you and getting to know you but it was nothing like love at first sight, given how good looking you are. He’s not sure when it started but something about you pulled him in. He’s not sure how your friendship developed into this.

This has been going on for longer than he expected it to.

He would just have to give you a certain look and your conversation would drift away. Your lips would shut and your fingers would walk up his bicep. The day would always end with his back arching and a moan so ear ringing, you’d laugh. You’d follow with something along the lines of calling him “such a baby” or calling him cute. It didn’t help how big headed you were, mocking him. You were aware of how your looks and your hips affected him. Maybe he was into the way you treated him during sex.

You rest your body on your bed and lay your head down on the plush of your pillow. Patting your lap with your free hand, you place the other behind your head. Your eyes light up when he meets them because he knows what’s going to happen. You’re relaxing…which can only mean one thing.

Chris shifts his boxers to the side so he can be more comfortable in the tightness of them. When you lay on your back or when you sit up on your headboard, it’s an invitation to take a ride. You know that he loves riding your strap, no matter how much his legs scream in exhaustion. He thinks of it as something akin to leg day at the gym. However no matter how much he favors it, you don’t let him do it as often as he likes to. One of the reasons to consider is that when he rides, he rides hard. The back of the dildo you use always ends up hitting your clit and by the end of the day, it’s way too sensitive and there’s strained marks on your thighs. He bounces so hard that it’s inevitable. Baby just gets too excited. You never came from him riding you but you’ve been close numerous times. It’s like he purposefully wants to tease you.

Why does Chris like riding you so much? Well, he can’t help but get submerged in the ocean that is your moans. They’re so pretty coming from your lips. You’re constantly on edge and it fills him with some sense of control. Not the control of being a dom but control of his feelings and your pleasure.

“I know I’m gorgeous but why look when you can ride, hm?” You usher impatiently. It’s not quite demanding but a chill tune up his spine with your tongue licks across your lips like you’re ready to eat him up.

Chris had been in a daze for a moment, thinking of the many ways this could go.

When he finally attaches the strap-on to you (you raised your hips to help but didn’t bother standing up), he’s eager to get on top of you already.

“Ah ah ah.” You stop him.

You hand lands under his thigh to keep him up as he gets on you, wanting to lower himself while looking at your face. He’s close to you, desperately wanting a kiss but holding himself back at your command.

“Don’t want you to get hurt. Turn around and lemme see that ass.”

Your words are a bit too vulgar for him and he’s close to laughing but instead, he gets the message. He lets out a disappointed huff. Gets up and pulls off the garment that’s been restricting him ever since he got in your bedroom. When he climbs back on, he’s on all fours on your lap, ass facing you. He’s looking back at you to see any signs of your approval. You’re left speechless for a bit, watching the way his hole puckers desperately, just waiting for your thrust.

You reach out with the free hand and use your thumb to press in before spreading his hole open. He lets out a breath he’s been holding as if he’s been waiting for some type of touch from you for eons.

“Can I ride you now? Please?” He wiggles his ass at you and your grip slips away.

You land a slap on the plump flesh, and he moves away from the sting with a little moan. It makes a nice sound; the ache lingers just the way he likes it and he might want you to do it again.

“You’re so cute when you beg me like that.” You mumble. You caress the red mark you made on his ass with your thumb.

It isn’t great for his heart, suddenly calling him cute like that.

“Come and sit on this cock. ‘s all yours, baby.” Your words are a bit slurred at this point, getting more and more closer to lust-drunk. You love watching him like this, he knows.

He takes a deep breath and pushes himself closer to the dildo, the toy resting right between his cheeks. He raises himself after a moment and presses his hole to the tip but doesn’t quite sit down. Just the feeling has his mind drifting off into the clouds. He’s anticipating the feeling of it filling him up and he thinks he might cum as soon as it hits his prostate. That doesn’t stop you from pulling him down by his hips and entering him in one fell swoop. The shock is great and it gets him more than it would if he inserted it himself. The way his back arches is visually delectable and you can’t help the moan that pierces from your throat, the same time as Chris.

He has to take a deep breath now and stay still. He doesn’t think he’ll last long.

“Start moving. We don’t have all day, Channie.” The way your hips try to grind up to his, causes shocks of pleasure to wave through his body. He couldn’t possibly even think about moving right now. He’s too sensitive and he might cum before the fun even starts, thinking about how embarrassing that would be. “I’m sorry, did I stutter?”

You get kind of mean the more you get into it and it’s only a matter of time before you’ll start calling him names.

He rocks his body but it doesn’t help the way he feels it in his stomach. The dildo really fills him up perfectly. He presses his abs, feeling so full.

“That’s a good slut. C’mon.” You encourage him, not moving anymore but just observing the way his ass slides on your strap. It enters slowly and once to the very bottom, he lets out a grunt and lifts himself up again.

His hands land on your knees to hold himself so he can ride you properly.

“I m-might cum.” He slows his movements even more, stiffening as his thoughts drift off to something else so he can hold himself back. “Fuck…”

You slap his other cheek this time, taking him out of his thoughts and back to earth. When he looks back at you, it’s such a lovely sight that he has to hold his cock.

“I didn’t say you could stop. I had high expectations from you.” You sound a bit disappointed.

Chris trembles. He knows you’re just messing with his head but that doesn’t stop the need to want to make you proud of him. All he has to do is move a little faster. So, he starts quickening his pace. His glances back at you give him just as much pleasure as the strap because he can see the way your mouth is ajar, caught in a trance from looking at his ass. When you do look away, you reach for the lube in the bedroom drawer beside you. Then Chris is surprised when you push him off your strap, an amount of strength he didn’t know you had.

You suck your teeth when you see his pout.

“You’re such a baby. I’m just getting it wet for you. Do you really like my cock that much?” And then you scoff with that snarky smirk of yours and a similar attitude to pair.

You pop open the bottle in your hands. Lube coats your fingers and you jerk off the dildo to cover it. Then you wipe your fingers on his hole. Your finger slips in with barely any resistance and then you hook it, hitting the exact spot he’s been abusing this whole time while riding you. You can’t help the smile on your face as you thrust your finger. He rocks his hips to it but it’s not enough and he doesn’t wanna cum to this.

“Wait!” He says out loud, grasping his dick again.

“Is there a problem?” You feign ignorance but stop like he says and pull your finger out.

Chris takes this as an invitation to sit back on you. This time, it’s more slippery and wet. It’s easier for him to set a faster pace than he had before and he wants to cum so badly but his refractory period is terrible. If he came now, that would be the end of today.

“Y/N…?” It’s a mixture of a moan and a way to get your attention.

“Y-yes, Chan?” You stutter and it fills him with glee. You rarely stutter unless you’re really turned on. This is what gives him the confidence to ask his next question.

“Can I finger you while I sit on your strap?”

Then your hand lands on his hip, stopping his movements. “Shit, what’s gotten into you.” And he looks back to see your face again. Your expression is scrunched up but not in disgust. It’s more like you’re so overwhelmed with pleasure. “Just wanna feel how wet I am, or somethin’?”

Chris won’t deny that’s one of the many reasons but he tells you his main reason. “I just…really want you to cum on my fingers.”

You thrust up, catching him off guard. His yelp as he catches himself on your knee satisfies you. “Oh yeah? Go ahead and push my panties to the side.”

He sits up and does as you say. At his angle, he doesn’t have a great sight of your pussy but he knows exactly where to go. A finger slides between your folds before breaching your hole and when you shift your hips up to take more of his fingers, your cock grinds on the spot he needs you the most.

The noises that follow are far from holy. He gets another finger in you, crooking them to find that rough patch. He knows he’s found your spot when you’re moving your hips up and down.

“I can’t-“ His moans cut him off from saying what he wants to say. He gets louder as he gets closer and closer to his climax.

You’re too distracted to come up with anything snarky so instead you reach over and take his cock in your hand. It comes to life in your grip and Chris has to stop his movements so his brain can zero in on the pleasure you’re giving him. His eyes shut immediately. Your hips keep moving for him, all the way inside of him before shallowly pushing your body into the mattress and repeating that motion. It seems to be doing the trick because it’s only a matter of time before his eyes are glazing over and he’s cumming all over your fingers. You milk him for all he’s worth before his dick softens in your grip.

Just when you think everything’s done, it’s not. His fingers are still stuffed in you and now his goal is to make you cum, no matter what.

“Channie-“ You can’t help your voice.

He shifts his body so the dildo still rubs your clit but with this extra stimulation, there’s no way you’re lasting long.

You shake in your orgasm, fireworks bursting behind your eyelids when you clench them close. Waves of your climax shut on his fingers so tight that his dick hurts because he’s imagining it’s not his fingers but something else instead.

He slowly pulls out then lifts with his aching legs off of your strap. He flops on the side of you on your bed, out of breath and hips achy.

Your clean hand lands on his back, comforting circles rubbed with your thumb. He wants to fall asleep but your voice stops him from doing so. “We gotta clean up.”

You wipe your fingers off with nearby pocket tissues. You take Chris’ hand in yours and wipe them off as well.

“Thanks for that, again.” His voice is muffled in your pillow but you can make out his words. You aren’t sure if he’s talking about you wiping off his fingers or for giving him another good fuck.

You detach the harness from your legs and waist and place the things to the side. Your hand is in his hair soon after, playing with strains and losing knots with your fingers. He turns his head to look at you and his heart beats out of his chest. You’re leaning on your hand and softly smiling at him. It’s that type of smile that’s full of care.

Then he begins to think, maybe he does have a chance after all.

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October 10th is gonna be a pretty crazy one. I don’t write pegging often but when I do, I get out of control. I mean, it’s Chan we’re talking about??

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October 5th

Jeon Jungkook x Tattoos

Contains: Jay uses they/him pronouns, reader is gender neutral

Word Count: 900+

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Jungkook had always loved tattoos. He gathered a portrait of them on one of his arms and with that, he constantly went to the same artist. Not only did he love your work, but he couldn't help but look at you when it was all happening. From all the skin you showed, tattoos covered most of your body. There were all different types of style from cutesy to hardcore to classy. He couldn't help but sneak a glance down your loose shirts one or twice when he sees you but he tells himself that he's just analyzing your ink covered skin.

"Got another one for ya', Y/N." Your coworker shouts for you from the receptionist desk.

Jungkook waits, legs spread and hands stuffed in the pocket of his tight black jeans. His tongue plays with his lip piercing as he waits for you to see him again. At this point, he's not sure if he's coming here because he wants another tattoo or because he wants to see you again.

You walk out of your room, snapping gloves off your hands, "Jay, you know l'm busy. I don't have time to-" And when you turn your head to see the newest person coming for you, your eyes meet with Jungkook's. A cocky smirk grows on your face and lights goosebumps on his arms. "Oh."

Your eyes lock to his, the silence that follows, not feeling awkward to you in the slightest. Jungkook can feel him losing his breath the longer he looks at you. His pupils shake in just your energy. He's aware he is breathing. His lungs are expanding behind his rib cage but he physically can't feel the air enter his throat. You've got him under your spell but if magic doesn't exist, why else would he feel this way?

Jay looks between the two of you, leaning back in their chair until they completely tip over. The noise breaks your sight away from your client and you rush over to make sure Jay is okay. When you grab his hand and pull them up, he maneuvers his arm around your back.

“Thanks babes." And they wink at you. You fake disgust but lean against them for a bit in a half-baked hug before pulling him away from you a few seconds later.

This makes Jungkook pout. He didn't know you were so close with Jay. He brushes it off. You are coworkers after all.

…

Your nose reaches his pubes, looking up at him as you choke on his cock.

He's looking at you in your eyes, arms behind his back at your command.

"C-can't...Y/N, please?"

You slowly pull off him, a string of saliva connecting the two. You cut it off with your tongue and hear Jungkook whine under your fingers. His head is full of tv static, barely able to see and think past it. You haven't even been going for long and he's already a mess.

Your fingers trace his freshest tattoo that you had done a couple of hours ago. Under the clear bandage, the ink looks pretty with the choice of a myriad of colors.

"Are you gonna keep talking? I thought you wanted to cum." You tongue the tip of his cock, pressing on the slit with the flat. Jungkook can't help but squirm in your grip on his thigh.

But soon your hand isn't on his thigh anymore and he wants to cry. Your contact is limited the more you do this. It's like you're punishing him with every tattoo he comes for. Your hand grabs a handful of his ass and he can't help but thrust forward, crying out. He loses his breath when you land a light slap on his dick with your other hand. It bobs in the direction you hit it and he feels so dizzy. So so dizzy.

"Hand me that." You point to the pillow on the couch of the waiting room. Jungkook shakily gives you it to which you place it under your knees.

"Who's my good boy?"

He springs up at your pet name, feeling happy that you called him yours. Although he was the only person you did this with, you've had and will have hundreds of clients coming to your tattoo shop. He pouts when he thinks you might be closer with someone else. Then his mind drifts off to Jay. A very attractive person with a dancer's body and impeccable style. He has seen the way they hold you casually. Jungkook can't help the jealousy that creeps up his throat.

You roll your tongue on his thigh, looking up to read his expression as it morphs from elation to a pout.

"Is something wrong?" You break his train of thought.

He shakes his head aggressively immediately. When he looks at you after closing his eyes, he sees the way you raise your eyebrows.

He must've forgotten that you have his dick in your hand.

"Alright. Then I guess we're done here." You get off your knees, still aching even when there is a pillow below them. You really need to train them.

Jungkook's jaw drops, "Waitwait, what?" It's a gargled mess, him already reaching down to grab his discarded pants. You have never left him high and dry before so naturally, he is confused. "Did I do something wrong?"

You take his arm in yours and push him on one of the many chairs. "Did I do something wrong?" You echo back at him, referring to yourself this time.

He should have known that nothing goes past you.

Either that or he's just a really bad liar.

He finds himself sighing and before he can explain how he's feeling, you're cutting him off with your hand slowly stroking him. You stare at him in his eyes and words flood out of his lips, bitten and bright pink.

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October 1st

Lee Know x Somnophilia

Contains: gender neutral reader, dubcon, may be ooc

Word count: 1k+

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You weren’t sure who could be asleep in this situation. You hadn’t expected Minho of all people to be rutting against your thigh at 5 in the morning.

It was off putting as you barely even knew the guy. Your best friend’s ex-boyfriend shouldn’t even be in your bed to begin with. Due to some poorly timed events, your best friend Seemay, had begged his drunk ass to sleep on your couch in your room. You were heavily against it at first. Absolutely not. What if he was some creep? She never told you why they broke up but still, they remained friends. Even putting that all aside, you asked her why he couldn’t stay in her room.

“You have a whole couch in your room!” She whines, grabbing your hands and pouting.

Seemay knew you couldn’t say no to her for long, only a pushover for her. It’s when she pulled out the puppy eyes that you gave in and said, “fine, but only for today!” She kissed your cheek and said that’s all she needed.

If you knew this was going to happen, you would have at least been more hesitant into saying yes.

Your legs are kept closed but that barely does much to quell the fire set in you. It’s not just the gyrating movements of his hips that are getting to you but also the small moans near your ear coming from behind you. It’s like his boner is directly wedged between your ass.

“Know?” You mumble, trying to get his attention. Although you aren’t opposed to him continuing, you’re not sure if this would be okay given the circumstances.

Instead, he worms his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. His body shuffles down so his crotch is firmly between your thighs at this point. Maybe you should pretend to be asleep and act like this never happened when you wake up a couple hours later. Instead, you crane your neck back in order to get a look at him and you see that his eyes are completely shut and the only thing off are his scrunched eyebrows and his slightly parted mouth.

Is he asleep?

You repeat his name but no reply. He just burrows his head between your shoulder blades, his hand making its way down your stomach and you hold his hand still before it can get down your underwear. For once, you had decided to wear pajama pants instead of sleeping in only your underwear but even that didn’t limit the contact. Of course you didn’t expect to be in this position.

A small noise emerges from your throat that you couldn’t catch in time and then he stiffens. He blinks sleepily and you turn your head before your eyes can meet. He mumbles your name and you reply with a, “yes…?”

Curses pour from his lips while he shuffles away from you until you stop the hand that is about to move from your stomach.

“You’re leaving?”

Your mouth betrays you and dries. What are you doing? Coaxing your best friend’s ex to cum between your thighs before the sun even comes up is definitely not on your bucket list.

“You want me to go.” He says more as a statement than a question.

“And leave me like this?”

Behind you is another curse. You expect him to leave by the fact that seconds have passed of quietness but the sound of your door shutting never comes. You really didn’t expect for Minho to show up in front of you, pulling your blankets up and over him but this time, facing you. His forehead presses to yours gently and he puts his hand on your hip before sliding it down to your thigh and pulling it over his own.

His body grinds into yours, this time with purpose. He sends a hesitant apology for his sleep humping earlier. It’s not very like him, he says.

Although you don’t kiss, you’re close enough to do so and instead he presses his lips on your shoulder and let’s out louder moans.

“Can I…” He chokes out as quietly as he gan, “Can I cum? Please?”

Truth be told, you hadn’t expected him to actually ask you. Some part of it was actually really cute. You thought he was only the type of guy to be cocky and say things only a smartass would say.

You start to move your hips against his, pulling his head away from your shoulder to nod. Now, the light of morning starts to shine through your windows, no need for his eyes to have to adjust to the dark.

“Agh…” His grip stiffens, blunt nails on your skin. It doesn’t hurt and some part of you actually quite likes it. He shakes on you, hair still in your grasp so he meets your eyes until the wave of his orgasm causes them to close shut. He grunts again and settles his hips down, leaning his head on your shoulder again.

This time his forehead is sweaty.

“Seemay is gonna kill me…” He sighs, pacing in your room moments later.

You’re tempted to ask why but you already know the answer. It was a bit odd, this situation. Well, more than odd, more like some type of betrayal. Seemay might kill you too.

“She doesn’t have to know…you know, about this. I think we were pretty quiet.” You mumble.

Minho stops moving and turns to look at you, one eyebrow up. “Don’t you tell her everything?”

You press a hand to your heart. “What she doesn’t know will make her stronger.”

Minho stares at you, expression deadpan. It’s quite the contrast from how he was a couple of minutes ago. But then it breaks and a corner of his mouth goes up into a smirk.

You find him back against you in the same position you had woken up in an hour ago. He’s got you close in his hold and you can smell hints of mint and chocolate on him.

“Let’s go back to sleep and I can help you out in let’s say…” He squints at your bedside digital clock, “2 hours from now.”

“I-what…huh?”

“Shhh, sleep.”

And you feel a smile on your back.

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Kinktober 2023

This Kinktober will be different. I will no longer be writing amab readers and sub readers. I’ll also start writing for Stray Kids. Enjoy!!

Oct 1st: Lee Know x Somnophilia

Oct 5th: Jeon Jungkook x Tattoos

Oct 10th: Bang Chan x Pegging

Oct 17th: Park Jimin x Camboy

Oct 20th: Lee Felix x Puppy Play

Oct 25th: Kim Seokjin x Mirrors

Oct 31st: Seo Changbin x Footjob

My Masterlist!

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Sign Here: Chapter Three

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Summary: All of Min Yoongi’s partners never knew what he truly wanted. Too scared to tell them to their face, he decides to just invest into a professional. He didn’t know you were exactly what he was looking for.

Pairing: Min Yoongi X Reader

-> Genre: Yoongi x Dominatrix!reader, Smut

-> Warnings for this Chapter: You with other clients, Yoongi has tattoos >_<, nipple play, pain play, spit play, throat fucking (gagging, choking, coughing), a lil bratty!Yoongi

-> Word Count: 2,700+

A/N: I’m actually proud of how this came out so I hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 3: Act One

Yoongi isn't sure what to do right now.

He's sitting on the couch in the living room of one of his closest friends, Kim Namjoon, as he fixes him a cup of coffee. The truth is, Yoongi told him that he had something he wanted to tell him. However, as he sits in the room listening to low volume jazz, playing on a record player while he messes with loose threads on throw pillows, he starts to rethink his decision. The crackling on the track couldn’t distract him enough. What would his best friend think?

Why did he even care that much?

Yoongi didn’t often confide in his friends for things. He knows it isn’t exactly healthy but he has always been one to deal with problems and decisions by himself. Now that he’s getting into a new relationship- BDSM at that, although he isn’t regretting his decision, he is iffy about whether he should share it with others. He knows no one is entitled to his thoughts but he wants to learn how to get more comfortable talking to his friends about personal things. Now that Yoongi is sitting on his best friend’s couch, he might as well commit. Why else would he be here?

“So, what’s the sudden request for a meet up about?” Namjoon walks up to him, a cup of tea in his hands. His eyes fill with concern because Yoongi has never so nervously called him before. He was usually calm, collected, and straight forward. Namjoon was the guy that gave him a new outlook on situations when he knew he needed to turn to someone. There is no judgment.

“You know how…a few months ago, I broke up with Ae-min.”

Namjoon nods as he sits back in his seat, adjusting the volume on his jazz music. “Did she try to talk to you again?”

Yoongi shakes his head briefly, “Rather, I got in a relationship. With someone else!”

Noticing how off character this was of Yoongi, the taller man places his tea cup down on his coffee table and lays his concern on the back burner for now. “Ah hyung, that’s great! When do I get to meet them?” His eyebrows wiggle, a grin popping on his face. Just the mood of Yoongi’s friend settles his nerves. Namjoon’s smiles are contagious.

Having a good judgment of character, Namjoon always took it upon himself to meet Yoongi's newest relationship. Ae-min was a woman that had been a particular thorn in Namjoon’s side. For the ten months the two were together, he could tell something was off. Whenever he was around, she was a bit too touchy; too flirty to someone who she knew was her boyfriend’s best friend.

It was when she pushed him against a wall at a party and tried to force a kiss on him when Namjoon had gotten the hint. No amount of alcohol would be able to shift him to betray his friend. When he was sobering up the next day, he called Yoongi about the ordeal. They officially broke up the very next day.

“That’s what I wanted to actually talk to you about the most. It’s not really the standard relationship that you think it is. I don’t think I’m ready to move on to something else yet.” Yoongi explains.

This leaves Namjoon further confused and it shows up on his face. It was understandable as Yoongi and his ex had been apart for almost 3 months. He rests his hot cup on the table and leans back in the plush of the couch before crossing his arms, “Then, what do you mean?”

Yoongi messes with his fingers for a second before just coming out with it. “I’ve decided to hire a professional dominatrix.” But it comes out more like a question than a statement.

One beat of silence. Then two.

“Woah. Wow.”

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, breaking eye contact as he stretches for a moment. That wasn’t exactly the reaction Yoongi was expecting.

“I have a lot of questions but…honestly? Good on you. After what you’ve been through, I think it’s great that you’re moving on.” Namjoon looks back at him and smiles, showing his dimples. “I can ask you the details later but for now, can we finally watch this movie? I’ve been wanting you to see it for a while.”

Settled with Namjoon’s comments, Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee and gestures towards the television with a tilt of his head. “It better be scary.”

“This will be our final play.” You mutter into your client’s ear, her hair firmly in your grasp. Your fingers made a mess of what was previously mid-length, neat scarlet waves. She nods in confirmation, not being able to reply with the gag in her mouth. “Good.” And you gently tap her cheek.

Then your phone dings. You sigh because you swear you put it on silent before starting today's session. Maybe this one was broken. You pick it up and read the message.

Mr. Min - Friday? Not sure I can do that but I’ll let you know

You pat the floor twice and your client scrambles on the floor to crawl at your fingertips. You sit on her back as she holds herself up by her hands and knees. She quivers from your weight and whines but holds her ground.

You - Absolutely. I’ll be there around seven if there aren’t any change in plans

There’s a knock on his door and he has to look at the mirror near the entrance to see if he’s presentable before opening it. As expected, it was you, here at seven on the dot.

You walk in, black boots heavily clacking on the wooden floors of the entrance. You look around to what is immediately the living room after the first hallway. A deep gray couch with plants around the walls and near doors, some real and some fake.

It was only when you walked in that Yoongi realized he had no idea how this would start. Why is he so nervous?

“I got this for you.” You turn your head to him and hand him a gift bag. The top of it is covered with tissue paper. “Don’t open it yet.”

Yoongi can’t help but be curious for what’s in the bag. What did you give him? He places it near his shoe rack for now.

You take off your jacket and hang it on the rack at the entrance before walking up to the couch. You sit down, no invitation needed, and cross your legs. Then, you clap so loud it causes Yoongi to flinch.

“Today, we’re just going to get to know each other. Okay, darling?” You look back at him.

A shiver runs down his spine and he mindlessly walks and sits next to you. He nods, waiting for you to do or say anything. A couple of moments pass by as you get comfortable on his couch, twirling your finger absentmindedly on the soft texture of the couch.

“Take off your shirt and lay on my lap.”

You say it in such a careless way that it confuses Yoongi just a little bit. Why does he have to take off his shirt?

“What-“

And before he can finish his question, you’re lurching towards him and he shuts his mouth quickly when your fingers hold his chin. You not-quite-glare but challengingly stare at him while sinking into the brown of his eyes and him, the color of yours. One of your eyebrows go up and you let go to lean back on the couch, arms now spread on the back, his head close to your fingers. Now, you’re looking at him.

He does as you say, pulling his shirt over head and revealing his tattoos in full. A chain of blue roses cover his arms and almost continue to his shoulders. Instead, they run down his chest, the amount of flowers thinning and becoming smaller until it’s down his stomach. It is just enough to be covered with a simple long sleeve shirt. They were intricate and the details make it more gorgeous and life-like. Yoongi doesn’t have defined abs; he’s built perfectly and is just your type.

He usually is never looked at and analyzed like this often when his shirt has been off. His nipples go hard in the cold of the room and goose bumps rise on his skin. He resists covering his arms for warmth and comes over to you with as much confidence as he can muster.

You pat your lap, “c’mere.” It’s a bit cheerful, as if you’re treating him like a dog and he can’t deny that it makes him feel some type of way, his heart jumping out of his chest.

He rests the back of his head on your lap and he’s puzzled as to where this can possibly lead to.

Your fingers trace every stem and root of the tattooed flowers on his arms and make their way inwards. They ran down his chest with feather-like touches. Yoongi has to resist the urge to get closer for more of your warmth and instead he finds himself letting out the smallest sigh. He arches his back when your finger grazes his nipple.

“Sensitive here?” You ask in a mumble.

It’s rhetorical, he knows. It’s obvious that he is but he never had the courage to tell his exes and past flings that. Sure, he would take advantage of it when he would masturbate but no one has ever taken the chance to see for themselves. Except you. Maybe it’s because you’re a professional. You flick one and a smile grows on your face when his breath stutters.

“I would love to make you cum just like this.”

He wants to moan louder but he’s not used to being vocal. You can tell by the way he bites at his lips and little whines come from the back of his throat but don’t come out in full force. You know that is just something you’ll have to train him to do. You focus on playing with his nipples, pinching, flicking and rubbing them until he’s arching his pretty back closer to your hands.

It’s when you graze your nails up his pecs that he lets out a full blown moan. Red lines on his pale skin show up in your nails’ wake from its pressure. What stops you is his hands grabbing yours.

“Wait,” He’s out of breath. His eyes are blown out, cock making a clear outline in his pants and he shuffles his hips side to side as if it will help him gain release.

“Yucca?” You offer his safe word just in case he forgets it. Immediately he shakes his head.

So you pull his hands off of yours and continue your ministries.

“Fuck…”

He shivers again but this time it’s not because he’s cold. In fact, he feels like he might start sweating. He thought you were joking about making him cum with just his nipples but the longer you do this, the more he starts to believe you.

“Why’d you stop me?” You tug.

His teeth press together, arching, “This is a-a lot.”

One of your hands moves away from his nipples to dip into his newly agape mouth. When your fingers hit his tongue, he instinctively wraps his lips around them.

“This okay?” You say in this babying voice while your finger motions are anything but sweet. Your fingers are rougher, nails involved more than before. The fingers in his mouth are close to thrusting down his throat.

He’s so hard and you haven’t even touched his dick.

He nods almost immediately at your question, small humps in the air as he really starts to feel the texture of his pants. Why would he wear underwear in his own home? Well, he wasn’t expecting to be making this much of a mess in them. Gray sweatpants were the worst thing to wear because the wet spot on it couldn’t be hidden even if he tried.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth, spit attached to them before you swap hands. You coat and swirl your wet fingers around his sensitive nipples and with his okay, stuff the two from your other hand, down his throat until he’s gagging on it.

It’s more intense than he thought for your first session but he knows what he signed up for. He is the one who checked all those things down in the contract. He reaches to touch his cock just a bit for a glimpse of relief and a clear head but then you move your fingers from both his mouth and his chest.

“Baby…” You rub up and down on his tattooed arms. “You know better, don’t you?”

He looks into your eyes, his own glazed with lust. You notice the way he tries to subtly roll his eyes.

“Don’t you?” You repeat yourself, surprising him by pushing your fingers on his tongue. “Speak.”

“Y-yesh.” He gets out the sound even with your fingers in his mouth.

Your fingers run closer down his throat and he tenses. “Then…why did you even try it?”

He can feel himself twitching in his pants again. He’s realizing just how close he is to the edge.

You thrust your fingers down his throat again, watching tears build up in his eyes. He gags again, spit gathering at his lips. It doesn’t help when your finger are back to his nipples, even meaner than before.

“Wa-“ He tries to get out the ‘wait’ but the gagging is too much and instead, he chokes on it. You pull your fingers back to the top of his tongue as he coughs and squirms in your hold.

You fake a pout, rolling his nipples between two fingers and then running your nails down his chest once again.

“Fuck, wait wait, gonna-“

You lean down, pressing a kiss on his forehead and you mumble there. You talk to him soothingly and before he knows it, he’s shivering and making a mess in his sweatpants. His hands jump up and you grab them in yours, watching as he cums untouched. His eyes clenched tightly while he thrusts in the air, groans flowing from his lips and you do nothing but watch it all happen.

It’s not often that your clients cum without some type of lower stimulation so this is just a treat. You can’t deny how turned on you are.

When he’s lowered to trembles, you let go of his hand and kiss his forehead again. “Y’okay?”

His eyes open slowly, blurry and the light coming from the ceiling doesn’t help.

“Holy shit.” He puddles in your lap. He grips your thigh in a way you would call lovingly before looking into your eyes. “I’ve never done that before.”

“A lot of people haven’t.” You push your hand in his hair, saliva already dried on your fingers and his chest. You playfully flick at his nipple again and he moves away, letting out a small sound of disapproval. “I’ve learned a lot about you. You have quite the pain kink, don’t you?”

Yoongi presses his lips together before mumbling, “maybe.”

It’s either you don’t hear him or you choose to not acknowledge it. “How do you feel?”

It’s genuine and warms his heart. He hides his eyes behind his hair, feeling how uncomfortable it is in his pants. “I really need to take a bath.” And he lets out a small scoff.

“Can I help you out?” And you continue with a joke, “No extra charge.” Your fingers twirl in his hair, massaging his scalp.

“Well in that case…” He lingers his sentence, sarcasm dripping from his words.

Yoongi looks at his pants on the floor, grimacing at the sight of it inside-out. He’s already soaked to his chest in hot water and he can feel his muscles relaxing under the bubbles and smell of lavender in the air.

You’re there, gently rubbing a sponge on his arms. “I want to get to know you-“

Yoongi lays back on the edge of his bathtub, eyes meeting yours, “You know I can’t trust you when you say that now, right?”

You stop your movements to let out a laugh, “To be honest, I was trying to learn about what you liked.” You dip the sponge in the sudsy water again and gently rub it on his arms, “Dare I say, I helped you learn something that you like.”

Yoongi chuckles and although he’d like to say something sassy, he holds himself back and gets comfortable in the steam and the feeling of your touch.

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