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Sweet Thing

After keeping you waiting for hours in a disgusting holding cell, the chief wants to have a word with you.

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Cop! Min Yoongi x Reader Oneshot. 18+

Pure filth and smut. Do not read if you are under 18. There are slight tones of dubious consent

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: heavy smut, mildly dubious consent, power play, cop! yoongi, blowjobs, spanking, burning of skin, orgasm control, dirty talk

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Okay another completely filthy idea for a one-shot that I had after watching haegeum. I'm trying to do these shorter / less polished smut one-shots when I get the ideas instead of super polished ones once or twice a year. Maybe I'll make some drabbles too - I have a lot of filthy ideas but just not the time to sit down and write and edit, but still want to share with you all! I'd love some feedback if you have any!

Also crossposted on my AO3.

You couldn’t help but bite back a laugh when the large man started banging on the rusty jail cell door screaming that he felt threatened. Minutes after he had given up and collapsed in a heap on the floor, you could see one of the uniformed officers do their best to nudge the door open.

“Ay, pussy, move. He’s coming to help,” you quipped out, leaning back against the peeling wallpaper of the dirty cell.

The officer grunted as he pushed the man further in the room, stepping over him and walking up to you. “Not here for him,” he said bluntly, “Chief wants to see you. Lucky day. Behave and we won’t have to cuff you.”

“Ooh, but what if I prefer that?” The uniformed officer rolled his eyes as you stood up. He directed you past the bullpen and into the elevator, bringing you to the top level of the building.

“Hmm… top chief huh?” You turned back to wink at the officer, who just looked annoyed, “Fancy…”

Once the doors opened he pushed you forward. You could see two receptionist desks that looked like they were hastily abandoned, computer screens still on and in the middle of spreadsheets. The large wooden double doors past them were slightly ajar.

The officer leads you to the doors, stopping before you would both enter, “Go in. He’s waiting for you.”

You roll your eyes and push the doors open, walking into the office. The first thing she noticed was the man standing behind his desk, facing the window. Though he wasn’t tall, his posture and stature made up for it. He was dressed in a long black leather coat, his arms on either side of his hips. You couldn’t help but drool a little, before chastising yourself for feeling that way.

“Hello, chief.” It comes out more sneer-like than you had intended. You take a seat on a soft chair facing his desk, crossing your legs.

You try your best to control your jaw as he turns around to face you. His hair was slicked back, perfectly exposing a soft scar on his right eye. Under the coat he was wearing the most fitting three piece pinstripe suit. If he wasn’t your mortal enemy currently, you would have tried to jump him right there and then. Trying to compose yourself, you put a neutral smile on your face.

At least you hope it’s neutral - as you feel your heartbeat fasten when he walks around the desk directly in front of where you are sitting and leans against it. He smirks down at you before his right hand reaches out to grab your chin.

“Ah, you. I knew you’d be back,” he condescendingly laughs, and you can almost feel a need to squirm with the way he looks down at you, “Shame I missed you last time.”

You do your best to ignore the way he’s making you feel and smack his hand off your chin, “I shouldn’t even be here. Your men have the wrong person, again. I was already cleared before you lot came up with more supposed evi-”

“Shhhhh,” you almost gag as he shoves his thumb in your mouth and pulls your jaw down. After taking a second to register what he did, and trying not to roll your eyes back in pleasure, you quickly clamp up, biting his thumb hard. He’s the enemy. He doesn’t even react in pain - he just chuckles. You try to bite down harder. “Oh, sweet thing is feisty isn’t she?”

“I’m not a sweet thing,” you spit at him while you pull back, “What even is this - I should report you-”

“Report me to who? There’s nobody above me,” he chuckles at you, “Which also means, sweet thing, that I can help.”

He brings a hand up to your face, caressing it softly, running his thumb across your cheek. He notices the way you seem to move towards his hand for a second before looking up at him with your best feigned disinterest.

“And how could you possibly help, little man?” You do your best at sounding confident and unaffected by the way he was treating you. But you’d be damned if you didn’t want to lean into his touch, and youd be lying if you said you didnt want to rub your thighs together.

His gentle hand leaves your face only to return by smacking you, hard, before softly caressing your cheek again. Your jaw drops as you look up at him, his eyes with a maniacal glint in them. “What was that fo-” you cry out as he smacks you again, harder.

“Sweet things don’t talk back,” he stands up fully, making his way so that his crotch is less than a foot in front of your face, “Sweet things listen and do as they’re instructed.”

You try your best to pull back out of his grip but he quickly moves his hand so that he’s gripping your hair, pulling down so that you’re looking up at him. “I told you I’m not your sweet thing.”

“Sweet little things don’t lie,” he growls down at you, “Sweet little things get their evidence thrown out. Don’t think I can’t see the way that you’re looking at me, leaning into my touch. The way you’re looking up at me with your wide eyes - oh I can’t wait to see what my sweet thing will do.”

He takes his other hand that’s not gripping your hair and slaps you across the face many times. You can’t help but feel yourself getting wetter as he hits you harder and harder. When he hits you especially hard, a moan escapes your lips.

“See, I knew sweet thing likes this,” he laughs down at you, forcing your jaw open. He spits into your mouth, before closing your jaw for you, “Swallow.”

You can feel your eyes glaze over as you swallow. A whine almost leaves you as he lets go of your head and walks back around to the other side of his desk and sits down. You stare at him, eyes wide and questioning.

“... sir?” you barely squeak out as you see him move towards his computer.

He looks at you, disinterested, “I have a meeting in a few minutes. You can go and wait in the dressing room to the side there until I finish.”

You want to let a whine out. He had turned you on so much and just expected you to go and wait in a closet? You were told that the evidence they had on you this time was severe and if he was willing to get rid of it you would do anything. Was what he did with you enough to get rid of it, or did he have more plans for you? What if you bored him enough that he wouldn’t erase the evidence for you?

Trying not to let all the dark thoughts consume your mind, you quickly stood up and walked towards him, making your way behind the desk. You drop to your knees and do your best to push his plush chair away from the table.

“What are you doing?” He almost sounds bored, but you can see a look of intrigue and amusement behind a mask of disinterest.

You bring your hands up towards him, palming him through his suit pants, “wan’ be your sweet thing,” you look up at him with an innocent face as you start to unbuckle his belt and pants, taking his thick and long cock out. You immediately go to lick your tongue under his shaft, drawing a large moan out of him. You can’t help but smile as another loud moan leaves his mouth as you take his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling around it.

“Mmm… my sweet little thing,” he croons out as you start to take him deeper and deeper in your mouth, doing your best to take him as deep in your throat as you can. “Now move under the desk sweet, and be quiet.”

You whine as he pulls you off of his dick. He quickly rearranges you so you are hidden under his desk, and as soon as possible you quickly take him into your mouth again, using your hands to jerk off the parts of him that you cannot take in all the way. Seconds later you hear the elevator ding followed by footsteps into the office.

“Hello chief,” you can hear a man’s low voice rumble before sitting down, “I’ll try to keep this brief-”

You keep taking him in as deep as you can, trying to fit his whole length inside of you. You push until he’s at the back of your throat and swallow hard around him. All that mattered was making him feel good, making him as turned on as you were currently. You didn’t even know what him and the man was talking about, even though it would have probably been good information to have. All you could think about was sucking on his thick cock. You didn’t even notice that the man had left until he grabbed your hair hard and pulled you off of his dick.

“Such a cock-drunk sweet thing,” he cooed at you, “Sucking me so good.”

You whine as he pushes his chair back from the table. He looks down at you condescendingly, as if you should know what to do next. You can’t help but cock your head slightly staring up at him. “...sir? Want your cock.”

“As much as I love your mouth…” he drawls out, “How about you get up and bend over my desk for me?”

You nod and quickly scramble up from the floor. You turn towards his desk and quickly bend over, with your legs apart. You can feel him caress your ass slightly before hitting it hard as you start to wiggle.

“Be patient, sweet,” he spanks you again. You whine against the desk as you do your best to be patient. You think he may start to undress you or touch you again soon, but nothing happens. You whine and turn around to see him taking his suit jacket off, leaving him in just a long white button up, the pinstriped vest, his pants against his knees. He looks so delicious you think you could cum just by looking at him. Noticing that you’re no longer bent against the desk, he smacks you again before using a hand to force your head hard against the desk.

His other free hand starts to snake its way up your dress, pushing it up and out of the way before he harshly grabs your underwear and rips it off of you with such force you moan loudly. He throws the scraps to the side before using that hand to run up and down your slit.

“Oh you’re completely soaked,” he groans out, “My sweet thing really liked having me in her mouth huh?”

“Yes, yes, YES!” you moan out loudly as his thumb starts to circle your clit, “Love sir’s cock!”

You can tell you said the right thing because he immediately rewards you by thrusting two fingers up into you, hitting your g-spot immediately. You moan out loudly as his thumb starts to circle your clit, super glad that you had a desk to prop up against or else you would be mush on the floor. You were so close to cumming already it was embarrassing, but the way that he kept hitting that sweet spot inside of you while expertly circling your clit had you going insane. You kept moaning as he kept continuing, and before you knew it you had hit your peak and screamed hard against his desk, a bit of drool letting out. He coaxed you out of your high, thrusting and rubbing you slower until it passed.

“As lovely as that was, sweet things ask for permission to cum.” He spanks you again so hard you can’t help but moan out. He chuckles, “How am I supposed to punish my sweet thing when she loves it when I hurt her?”

You whine as he spanks you again, “will be good sir, your sweet thing is sorry, so sorry,”

He can’t help but smirk as he notices you call yourself a sweet thing. Truly you were no longer a person, just a thing, for him. His sweet thing. He moves to pump himself a few times before bringing his tip to your entrance.

You can feel his large cock at your entrance, and wanting him to enter you as quickly as possible you start to move back. He responds by giving you another huge spank before pushing you against the table. You move to whine but get immediately shut up as he quickly thrusts inside of you, stretching you apart. Even though it hurt and burned, it was such a wonderful burn that you couldn’t help but moan out loudly against the table. He didn’t give you any time to adjust and just kept thrusting in and out of you, which hurt deliciously. You do your best to stabilize yourself on the table so that you can move your hips back.

“Don’t worry,” he says, snaking a hand into your hair and pulling it back until you could feel your roots on fire, “Sir can do all the work. Just be my sweet thing and take it.”

He so perfectly fills you up with each thrust, making you feel completely full and stretched out. Combined with the way he pulls your hair back, you can’t help but feel yourself getting close again. You can tell that he notices too, since he uses his other hand to snake around and rub your clit harshly and quickly.

“Sir please, please, I need to cum,” you whine out loudly hoping that the man would have mercy on you.

“No,” he growls out, but his pace filling you up and playing with your clit doesn’t stop, “No, you don’t cum until I say you do.”

You cry out and do your best to hold it in, but at the pace he’s filling you up and touching you, you know that you can’t hold it for long. Tears brim your eyes as you do your best trying to hold it, but after one especially deep thrust everything burst and you cum, hard. You can’t help but start wailing as you’re screaming and clenching around his dick, knowing that you had failed him.

He fucks you through your orgasm but eases up on your clit. As you come down from your high, he pulls on your hair so hard that you’re almost standing, still stuffed fully inside of you, “I thought I said sweet things ask for permission to cum.”

You do your best to turn to him with pleading eyes but he simply pushes you away on the desk, pulling out of you. He orders you to lay on the desk and you don’t dare peek as you hear him walk towards a cabinet behind his desk, opening a drawer. You feel him make his way behind you again and he starts caressing your ass with one of his hands. Seconds later you hear the flick of a lighter before the familiar smell of Marlboros fill the air.

“...sir?” You try to turn to look at him but he uses his hand to push you down on the desk so you can’t move. He thrusts back up inside of you harshly, holding you still before bringing the lit cigarette down on your lower back. You cry and thrash out in pain as he holds it there for a second, before bringing it away. As you’re about to ask him what he’s doing he brings the cig down again upon your skin, and again, and again.

“I love the way you’re moving against me while I’m burning you, sweet,” he says nonchalantly as you cry out in pain again. You start to bawl and shake against the desk in pain, but he pulls slightly out of you before thrusting back into you, bringing his other hand to play with your clit again, “Shh, shh, sweet, almost there.”

You try to focus on the pleasure of his hand against your clit as he continues to burn you. Just as you think you may pass out he stops and puts the cigarette out in an ashtray on his desk.

“There you go sweet, now you know who you belong to,” he traces his finger against the burns, and you can feel it spelling out the initials M Y G, “All mine, huh?”

In your fucked-drunk state you nod and he rewards you by starting to thrust back into you hard. He grabs onto your hips for leverage before fucking you harder than before. You can’t help but feel like a ragdoll being tossed around, far too fucked out to do anything but react to the pure pleasure that he is bringing you. You can’t help but moan out loud again when his hand moves to play with your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Please,” you cry out hard, “Please sir let your sweet thing cum. Sweet thing can’t take it anymore - sir, sir.” You sob out against the desk. As much as you wanted to cum and he was bringing you to the edge, you knew you couldn't or else he would burn you again - or worse. And at this point all you wanted to do was be good for him. You had to be - there was no other choice, no other option.

“Good thing,” he grunts out while still thrusting into you hard, “Cum, you can cum sweet little thing, cum for me.”

You feel like you’re going to pass out as you cum, almost fading in and out of consciousness as you let the waves take over you, contracting over and over. You can feel him coaxing you out of your high before he pulls out of you and walks in front of the desk.

You can see his satisfied smirk as he looks down on you, dick in hand. You’re sure you look like a mess, tears all over your face, makeup ruined, lips swollen, willing and ready to take whatever he gives you. You notice that he is jerking himself off and move to tilt your head back further, opening your mouth ready for him. With a loud moan he cums into your mouth, some of it falling on your cheeks. You keep eye contact with him as he pulls back and falls on one of his visitor chairs. You use your finger and wipe the cum from your cheeks into your mouth, and smirk at him as you swallow it all. A loud groan leaves his mouth as you open yours to show him that it was all gone.

It seems all the adrenaline that was keeping you afloat started to slip away as you felt your legs start to give you, falling against the floor. You hear him quickly get up and run around the desk to pick you up. He takes a seat on his own office chair pulling you towards him.

You cuddle into his shoulder and he moves to hold you, rubbing your arm softly with his hands. “S-so are you going to d-delete the evidence?” You can’t help but whisper.

If you looked up at him, you would see the maniacal smirk on his face, “Oh my sweet thing, there was no evidence against you.”

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namgis-baby · 2 years

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Favored Dependence Part 1 [JJK] • Jeon Jungkook x Reader

You should hate the man who ripped you away from your normal life and kept you locked in his basement, however you can’t help but be a tad bit excited that your master was set to visit you tonight.

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Jeon Jungkook x Reader Two Shot. 18+

Just filth and smut, over and over. Please read the tags. Do not read if you are under 18.

Warnings: heavy smut, bdsm, midly dubious conscent, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, master/slave, clamps, nipple clamps, nipple torture, power play, orgasm control, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, degradation, dom! jeon jungkook, spanking, punishment, sadism/masochism

Word Count: 4.1k

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You jolt awake as the sound of the metal food port slams shut. Yawning and stretching, you get up and head over towards the tray of hot sludge that was sitting on the little table by your door, noticing a small purple flower that was delicately laid next to the cup of tea. A small smile made its way onto your face. He’d be visiting today.

You bring the tray to the table in the corner of the room and start slurping back the bland porridge. You could feel your nerves start to build up, excited to finally see him today. To see another human being in general. Ever since he had taken you that night, which had to be at least two months ago, you hadn’t seen any other living thing other than him. You knew that it wasn’t just you and him alone though, since you could often hear him bringing new girls in through the hallways, screaming and crying at night, and of course, the moans when he would come down and visit any of you.

While you missed your freedom, you had to agree with him that it was nice that you never had to worry about work and paying your bills anymore. He took care of you, fed you every day, gave you art supplies so you could work on bettering your drawing, and made sure you had a warm bed to sleep in every night. And all you have to do in return is do what he says.

After finishing your meal take a quick glance at the digital clock on your desk. 1PM. Of course, you had no idea if that was truly the correct time or not since you hadn’t seen daylight since that night that you were taken, but you knew that he usually arrived around dinner time. That gives you plenty of time to get ready.

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You sit nervously on your bed, facing the door, dressed in a soft black silk nightie that stops at your upper thigh. You know he’s about to arrive at any second and you want to make sure that you’re on your best behavior. You made sure that you were in his favorite outfit, wearing the perfume he had gifted you last time he visited, and that you had heavy mascara on.

You jump as you hear three heavy knocks on the door, followed by the door creaking open. You can’t help but smile up at the man who made his way in carrying a tray of delicious smelling food and a black duffle bag. He looked absolutely stunning tonight, dressed in a crisp black suit with a white dress shirt underneath, smelling of clean linens and tobacco. His black hair was pushed back on the right side, enough that his undercut was showing. You held your breath as he put his bag on your desk and brought your chair over to sit in front of you, the tray of food in his hand.

“Hello, pet.” He softly coos at you, lifting his tattooed hand to stroke your cheek lightly, “Have you missed me?”

You nod lightly, not wanting to seem too eager even though you could scream yes at the top of your lungs, “Yes master, lots.”

He chuckles, “I’ve missed you too, pet. But first, master has to make sure you’re not going to pass out, as fun as that would be. I brought your favorite.”

You lick your lips as you look down at the food in his lap. Alongside a big bowl of fruit was some strawberry cheesecake. He chuckles as he sees your eyes light up and picks up a grape, bringing it to your mouth.

“Mmm, thank you master!” you can’t help but squeal out, “Sorry.”

His eyes darken as he starts feeding you some more of the fruit, “It seems you miss the fruit more than me. Am I not feeding you well, pet?”

You eagerly shake your head, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. The last thing you wanted was for him to decide you weren’t worth his time and leave you alone for the night. “No master. You always make sure I’m fed and full.”

He replies with a hum and keeps on feeding you. You try to keep a more neutral expression on your face as he feeds you the rest of the food even though it’s hard to since it has been weeks since you had any fresh fruit or anything other than bland porridge.

“All full?” you nod, looking up at him, “Good pet. I’m not going to go easy on you tonight and I know that you’re going to be able to take whatever I give you, right pet? Are you ready to please your master?”

“Yes master,” you whisper while looking up at him. He was still extra rough on the days where he told you he’d be gentle, so you were nervous about what ‘not taking it easy on you’ would mean.

He tells you to get on all fours on the bed and you quickly comply, grateful that he had chosen the bed instead of the hard concrete floor. You peek out the corners of your eyes to see him walk over to his bag and pull out what looked like a couple different kinds of clamps, a leather paddle, and a large wooden paddle. He takes all of them in his hand and brings them over to the bed.

“Such a good girl,” he says as he runs a hand down your back, causing you to shiver, “So obedient for me.”

He reaches underneath you to pull your breasts out of the nightie. You start to whimper loudly as he moves his hands to play with your nipples, circling them before pinching them tightly to harden them.

“You like that, pet?” You keep whimpering and nod, but not for long as he grabs one of the clamps and attaches it to your left nipple, the immediate pain causing you to cry out loudly. “That, my pet, is a clover clamp. It’s much stronger than the ones we’ve used in the past, but I know my little pain slut can handle it. And the fun thing is, the more I pull, the tighter they get. I know it hurts but I also know my little whore is enjoying this. Aren’t you, pet?”

You cry out again, tears already running down your face as he puts the other clamp on your right nipple. It feels like your nipples are on fire and the pain starts to radiate through your chest and your entire body. You try to take deep breaths in hope that the feeling would subside but it just continues to burn and pinch. Just as you feel like you might be able to stop crying, he smacks your ass hard with his hand, causing you to jolt forward, the chain of the clamps also swinging forward, and the pain starts all over again.

“I asked you a question, slave.” His voice is stern, cutting through your pain instantly.

“Yes master, I am.” You whimper out.

“Then why are you crying?” He sneers at you.

“It hurts, but I enjoy pleasing my master.” You cry out as he smacks your ass, causing the chain to move once again.

“Good girl.” He rubs your ass gently, before picking up the wooden paddle. You hold your breath as you wait for the familiar sound of the wood swinging through the air before it collides with your ass, bringing instant stinging pain. This time though, you don’t know what’s worse, the pain of the paddle hitting your ass or the chain yanking forward every time he hits you. Regardless, you can't help but cry out loudly, your black mascara already streaming down your face as he continues to hit you harshly with the paddle. Even though it hurts, you can’t help but feel every jolt of pain bring a jolt of pleasure to your clit too.

He continues for at least ten harsh strokes, making sure your whole body jolts forward with each hit, before making you move back to your original position. Your nipples continue to feel like they’re on fire, getting pinched so harshly. Your arms and legs start to shake uncontrollably as you find it near impossible to hold yourself up while you’re in so much pain, yet you found yourself enjoying it nonetheless.

He must have noticed that too, as he put the wooden paddle down then harshly pressed on your shoulders so that you fell against the bed harshly. You scream out as your breasts hit the bed, hard, causing the clamps to twist and pinch even harder. You start to full body cry, chest heaving.

“You’re doing so well for me little pet,” You can hear him behind you, as he starts to rub your lower back lightly, “I know you’re sensitive, but you’re doing so well.”

“T-t-thank you master,” you whimper out on the bed, “I want to please master.”

“You’re doing exactly that,” He says before getting on the bed behind you. He grabs the back of both of your thighs and spreads them apart. You whimper out so loud as he runs a finger down your glistening slit before he moans loudly.

“Oh little slave, you’re so wet. Are you really this turned on from master hitting you like this? Treating you like the little pain slut you are?”

You moan out loud as he brings a finger to your entrance and slips it inside of you, “Yes master! I like it when I please master.”

He continues to slowly bring his one finger in and out of you, while slowly thumbing at your clit. As good as it feels to have him touching you and playing with you, the pain of the clamps still overpowers everything else. He slowly brings his finger out of you, pulling away, before a precise slap smacks against your clit, bringing immediate stinging pain to your sensitive bud. You can hardly cry out before he continues to use the leather crop to continuously smack your clit hard and fast. While it stung like hell during the first hit, each consecutive one starts to feel more pleasurable and you can feel the familiar feeling building up in your stomach and start to moan out loud. Just as you feel like you’re about to release, he stops and abruptly gets off the bed.

“You’ve completely soaked the paddle, you dirty little girl.” He chuckles, “What a little slut.”

He walks towards the front of the bed and snakes his hand through your hair, pulling it slightly, “Up, pet.”

You cry out as he drags you so that you’re kneeling on the bed, before he pulls forward, dragging you off the bed. Moving with the clamps on was the absolute worst, feeling like your whole chest was in pain and your nipples felt like they were on fire. Each move made the pain shoot through your body and caused tears to trickle down your face. You tried your best to be silent so that you wouldn’t upset your master, but you couldn’t help but cry out anyway.

“Kneel.” You slowly moved your right leg behind you so that you could kneel, but the feeling of moving with the clamps on again made you nearly double over in pain and freeze in place. Your master sighed annoyedly, and before you could react he grabbed onto the chain and yanked it down, causing you to fall down against the concrete floor. The clamps felt even tighter, if that was even possible, but the jolt of pleasure that hit your clit was ten times harder, and you moaned out loudly.

You looked up to see a mischievous glint in your master’s eye as he reached down to grab the chain once again, bringing you up to a kneeling position. He started smirking as he tugged on the chain while you were kneeling. You couldn’t help but let loud moans leave your lips. Even though you were in so much pain and you felt like your entire chest was on fire, every tug sent a feeling straight to your clit that felt so incredibly good.

“Oh, you’re such a good girl. You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He sneers at you, and just smiles as you nod feverishly, “You’re such a good girl. Keep being my good little pet and I’ll let you come upstairs with me tonight, does that sound good, pet?”

You freeze. In the months that you had been here, he had never let you out of this room. He had even told you that this was your new home now and you wouldn’t be anywhere else or leave unless it was in a body bag.

Another tug on the chain brings you out of your stupor, “I asked if that sounded good, pet.”

“Y-y-yes master! Yes. I want that.” You nod, smiling up at him, “Please. I’ll be good for master.”

He smiles back down at you but you can sense a sinister glint behind his eyes. He grabs the riding crop and holds out the handle to you.

“Master?” You glance up at him.

“Take it, whore,” he softly says to you, the evil look never leaving his eyes, “I want you to hit yourself ten time on each nipple, hard.”

You gulp, starting to shake as you take the crop into your own hand. Just the feeling of reaching out to grab it moved the chain of the clamp and hurt you so bad, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like to put force behind it. But you know you have to do what he says, regardless of if he dangled a reward in front of you, because his punishments would severely outweigh the pain he was asking you to inflict on yourself.

You bring the crop slightly in front of your left nipple before quickly bringing it down, hitting both your nipple and clamp at the same time. You immediately cry out in pain, doubling over with tears running down your eyes.

“Very good,” he smirks down at you, “But I think my little whore can go harder.”

You glance up and give him a nod before bringing down the crop on your nipple harder, making you cry out in pain again. And again. And again. It was pain that you had never felt before, radiating throughout your entire body making you shake, yet at the same time you could feel your slick dripping onto the floor and your clit desperately needing to be touched.

You watched as his smile got bigger and bigger as you continued your hits on your nipples, amused by the way you were willingly hurting yourself for him and crying for him. Once you finished the last hit on your right nipple you fell over, holding yourself up by your arms, whining and crying loudly.

He reaches down to grab your face and gently bring you back up into a kneeling position. Your heart can’t help but flutter when you see the way he’s looking at you, his wide eyes full of admiration as he strokes your cheek softly.

“You’re such a good girl,” he coos at you, “I can see you’re dripping, slut. Did you enjoy that?”

You nod your head quickly, giving him a smile.

“Good,” he chuckles, “Do you want master to fuck you now?”

He laughs again as you nod, “Of course, my little slave has deserved it. But I have one more thing for you, my little pain slut.”

He reaches into the duffle bag once again, bringing out two weights attached to hooks. He walks over back to you, grabbing the chain and yanking you up to a standing position. You cry out again loudly as the pain racks through your body, but you’re immediately silenced when he puts the weights on the chain, causing you to almost fall over in pain.

“Does that feel even better, my little slut?” He asks while leading you towards the wall. You barely whine out a reply before he grabs your hand and puts them against the wall, pulling your hips out towards him and spreading your legs.

A moan escapes you as he reaches between your dripping folds and starts to rub the softest circles around your clit. You feel like you’re about to pass out from the pain and pleasure radiating throughout your body at the same time as he slowly inserts a finger inside of you.

“You’re absolutely dripping,” he laughs, “you’re a little masochist aren’t you?”

You whine out and nod even though you’re facing away from him, “Only for you master.”

“Good answer,” he replies quickly before pulling his finger out and immediately replacing it with his length, fully pushing inside of you. You can’t help but moan out and clench around him tightly.

“Whore, you’re so wet and tight for me. My little perfect slut,” he coos at you, letting you adjust slightly to his size, before he pulls out almost all the way and slams back into you, causing your chains to swing and hit the wall hard. You cry out in both pain and pleasure as the feeling of him stuffing you full is mixed with the unbearable pain of the already painful clamps moving around.

He snakes one of his hands into your hair, pulling it tightly before starting to thrust into you with all his might. Each thrust causes the chains to swing and pull harder on your nipple, but you can’t help but notice that the sensation of pain is quickly being replaced with a pleasurable pinch that seems to go straight to your clit. Combined with his frantic thrusts and moans, you can feel the pleasure start to build up in your lower stomach as you start to get closer.

“M-m-m-master,” you manage to whine out, “C-c-ca-can I cum please master?”

The only response you get from him is his familiar chuckle before he uses his other hand to reach around and start to rub your clit quickly.

“You’re so fucking soaked its hard to rub you properly,” he smirks, “Such a little slut. I can’t believe you’re enjoying this, I keep you here locked up and you still get so excited to see me. You get so excited every time I come with my little bag to hurt you, don’t you my little pain slut?”

You can’t help but moan out loudly, the feeling of his incessant pounding in you, the pain from the clamps somehow feeling amazing, his fingers playing with your clit, combined with the way he was talking down to you was bringing you to your edge so quickly. But you knew that you weren’t allowed to push yourself over without his permission.

“Please master,” you choke out, “I-I don’t think I can hold it.”

“Well you better if you want to come upstairs with me,” he growls out loudly, making you whine out, “I’m enjoying how my little slut is doing everything she can to please her master.”

You gulp and cry out as he uses his hand that was tangled in your hair to reach around and grab the clamps, yanking it harshly, causing the clamps to get tighter. While he might have thought that would bring you off your edge a little, it did the opposite, bringing you even closer, while you tried your best to hold it off with tears running down your face.

“Fuck,” he groans out, “You liked that didn't you? The way you clenched around me… fuck, what a good girl.”

He pulls on the chains again, this time holding it down causing it to go as tight as they can while he feverishly rubs your clit, “Cum, baby girl. Cum around your master.”

Your jaw drops and you let out a silent scream as you start to shake, pleasure rippling through your entire body. Your entire body is in absolute pain but you feel euphoric and never ending pleasure at the same time. You can hear your master groan loudly as you clench around him harshly, causing him to release his hot cum inside of you.

“Such a good girl,” you can barely make out as you feel him pull out of you slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs. You’re not sure if he's whispering or talking to you, completely lost in your own mind, still standing there with your hands against the wall and your ass out.

You’re jolted out of your trance as you feel him pull you up by placing both his hands on your hips. He guides your ruined body over to the bed where he sits down and pulls you onto his lap.

“You did so good today, little pet.” He strokes your cheek gently, “How are you feeling?”

You let out a small smile, “Good, sir. Did I please Master?”

“Yes, yes you did,” he coos back at you, “I’m going to need to take these clamps off now. It’s going to hurt, but just for a little bit, okay little one?”

You gulp and nod. It always hurt so much more taking them off than whenever they were on, and now that you were extra sensitive from cumming you were nervous about what was going to happen. You looked away as he reached down to grab onto both the clamps at once, pinching the bottoms to release the pressure on your nipples and pull them away.

You immediately let out a large scream as both pain and pleasure hit you at the same time. You felt the pain go up to your throat and rack throughout your whole body but it also somehow sent a zap straight to your clit causing you to immediately cum, hard. You whine out as you grab onto your master as you can’t help but squirt hard and clench around nothing as pleasure racks through you.

You can’t help but let out a sob as you start to come down from your high and immediately look down in shame.

“Master, I’m so sorry. I don’t- know- I don’t know what happened,” you stammer out quickly, “I didn’t mean to cum without your permission master, I didn’t kn-I’m sorry master please.”

“Baby girl, no,” he gently rubs your back, pulling you closer to him, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, truly.”

He brings his hand up to your face, moving you so that you’re inches away from him as he stares with his big doe eyes into yours. He inches closer before closing the gap and putting his lips on yours, kissing you deeply. You pause for a second before quickly kissing him back. In the months that you had been living here, he had never kissed you before. He would just come in, fuck you, and leave. He had never been this gentle or caring with you before, and you had to admit that you liked it.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he says breathily as he pulls away, “You’re just so lovely.”

You notice a spark in his eye as you can’t help but smile at his comment. You gently lay your head on his shoulder as he keeps on caressing your back lightly.

“Well, I’m sure you’re very hungry after that. Do you want to come upstairs with me, little pet? I can make you some food before we go to bed.” He asks you.

Your eyes light up at the possibility of actually leaving this room. You had thought he had just said that in the moment to make you behave with no intention of following through with it. “Really master?”

He nods and pulls you off his lap, setting you down on the bed. He walks into your bathroom and grabs a towel, wetting it with warm water before walking over to start to clean you. He was being so gentle with you, which was a first. He had always fucked you and left letting you clean up after yourself and deal with your emotions after. But today, he was being so gentle, kind, and dare you think it - loving.

After making sure you were clean, he went into your closet to grab you a clean nightdress and help you put it on.

“Do you think you can walk?” He asks you. You nod and quickly go to stand up but your legs immediately give out. He manages to catch you before you fall on the floor. Without another word he quickly picks you up bridal style and starts to carry you out the door.

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I've been working on this for at least a couple months but I've become stuck on the second part, so I thought I'd at least upload this part first! I was initially going to do a one-shot but realized it would come up to more than 15 pages.

Anyway I hope you enjoy, I'd super appreciate likes/reblogs/comments!

Part two soon! Along with a bit of fluff + lots of smut of course! :)

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Moonlight [MYG] • Min Yoongi x Reader

You were promised little to no interaction with the annoying asshole known as Min Yoongi when you took up the temporary assistant job with BTS. Even though you did your best to be cordial with him, he always sent snide remarks and eye rolls your way. When a co-worker calls out sick and you’re stuck being his assistant for the night, he decides that he wants to play a little game.

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Min Yoongi x Reader Oneshot. 18+

Pure filth and smut. Do not read if you are under 18. There are slight tones of dubious consent (no safeword discussed, but both participants willing).

Warnings: smut, mature, harddom!yoongi, sub!reader, voice kink, dirty talk, no touching orgasm, oral (male receiving), boss/employee relationship, power dynamic, degradation/humiliation, spanking, gagging, no aftercare

Word Count: 4.2k

my first post on tumblr, so I hope you all enjoy! I’d love some feedback as well :) This is also crossposted on A03.

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“Director-nim!” A bright voice squeaks behind you while you’re preparing a seventh cup of coffee. A smile can’t help but appear on your face before you turn around, looking at the brightly dressed man who was running towards you.

“Oh Hobi-ssi, you’re in a good mood today,” you chuckle, turning back around to put lids on all the coffees, “also, it's not director-nim anymore.”

“Okay then, assistant-nim,” he retorts, jabbing you in the side. He reaches over to grab a couple coffee lids and helps you finish preparing the coffees, all with a big smile on his face. “Come on, I’ll help you bring these to the practice room.”

While making your way down the Hybe hallways, you notice he won’t stop smiling at you, which starts making you feel unnerved. It was rather odd. Surely he has better things to do than to help you prepare their coffee order, and even when he or the other boys had done it in the past, he’s never smiled at you so brightly, yet sheepishly before.

“Hobi-ssi, what’s going on,” you pause in the hallway to look at him.

Your suspicions are confirmed as his face gets a bit more sheepish while the big smile continues to stay on his face. “Anyeo-ssi called out sick today. Her daughter has a fever… so we’ll need you to take over her shift tonight.”

“You could have just texted me that,” your eyes narrow, “what aren’t you telling me?”

He turns away from you slightly, his arm reaching up to rub the back of his neck, “Yoongi hyung just needs an assistant here tonight while he finishes up his mixtape. Before you say anything, we asked Jejin too but he couldn’t make it tonight.”

You sigh and nod while you both keep making your way down the halls. You figured that you would be assigned to help Yoongi sooner or later. When you were a camera director for Run BTS, you never had to worry about working with him. You’d often be paired up with Hobi or Jimin, which worked great since you all got along so well. Well, you got along with most of the boys, really. All of them, except Yoongi.

You still remember your first week on the job. They had split the filming of the episode into two days, and you were paired with Hobi for the first day and Yoongi for the second. The first day went by great, as you learned Hobi was super easy to work with and was a great entertainer, knowing exactly what he should do for the camera. It’s not that Yoongi wasn’t, he was very funny, even if you hated to admit it, but you noticed that after filming stopped, he would glare daggers into you and make snide remarks your way. You mentioned this to Hobi and Jimin, who told you that he could come around and that he was probably just wary of having new people in his orbit, but even after a couple of months of being randomly paired with him, the stares and jabs continued. Eventually, you had gotten a promotion to be the main camera director for Hobi, so for the most part you could just avoid Yoongi.

That is until now. Since Run BTS was on a break, Hybe had opened up some temporary positions in the company for anyone who worked on the show. While you would have also loved to take a long vacation, living in Seoul was expensive, and you didn’t mind your new position, just being a helping hand for whatever the boys needed. More often than not, they felt bad calling for help with simple tasks they could do themselves, so you were left browsing the web and watching videos in the break room for your entire shift. The company just wanted someone there who they could call on for help if they needed it, but save for a few coffee requests, your shifts usually passed by without anybody asking you to do anything.

“I can see you fretting,” Hobi sighs as you get to the door of their practice room, “It’ll be fine. He hardly ever calls for Anyeo. You can just spend your time watching Goblin again and getting paid double.”

You chuckle slightly and nod at Hobi, “I know. I just wish I knew why he hated me so much.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” He rubs your back softly before opening the door, “Who knows what even goes on in that pabo’s mind.”

“Director-nim!!” A big screech catches you off guard as you enter the room and place the coffee down on the table. Jimin runs up to you and pulls you into a tight hug as a giggle escapes your lips. You hear a scoff from across the room and look up just in time to see Yoongi roll his eyes and pull out his phone.

“It’s nice to see you too, Jimin-ssi,” you give him a tight squeeze before letting go, choosing to not hear his whine at your formal language, “I’ll be taking over Anyeo’s shift tonight, so if any of you need me just let me know.”

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You glanced at the clock as you finished another episode on Netflix. 3:30AM. Your shift was technically almost over since you were scheduled until 4am, but in the end it all depended on what time Yoongi decided to leave the building. Knowing him, he would likely overstay that, especially if he was working on his new mixtape, which was fine with you. It had been six hours of only the both of you in the building, save for some overnight janitors, and you hadn’t heard a peep from him.

Since your shift was technically almost over, you didn’t want to start a new episode of your show. Instead you just pulled out your phone and started watching funny pet compilations on Youtube and laughing out loud. Suddenly, your phone buzzed.

Yoongi: I can hear you laughing from my studio.

Me: Sorry Yoongi-ssi.

You sighed and turned off the video. While this was the easiest job you’ve ever had, it also came with a lot of downtime. If you were smarter you would have brought a book to read or took up a hobby like knitting. Instead, you just tapped around your phone and found a new game to play to kill the time. You were deeply immersed in a game of Tetris when your phone buzzed again, causing you to fail the level.

Yoongi: Iced Americano, now. Code 9090.

Your eyes widened looking at the text. He never gave out the code to his studio to anybody - not even Hobi knew it, but perhaps he knew that you’d be the last person to want to enter there willingly. You got up and went to make a fresh cup for him with the industrial espresso machine that the boys had specifically requested for their break room.

Me: On my way.

You carry the cup of coffee down the hall towards his “Genius Lab.” You kick off your shoes next to the door and punch in the code before opening the door and walking into the dark room. You immediately notice Yoongi sitting in his chair, hunched over the console, eyes fixated on the screen.

“Where would you like the coffee, Yoongi-ssi?” You spit out starkly, wanting to give him the coffee and get out of there as quickly as possible.

He responded by tapping a coaster on his desk. You roll your eyes and place it down loudly, “Please let me know if you need anything else.”

You turn to leave but before you can reach for the handle, you hear something that nearly makes you jump. “Sit.” He all but nearly growls. Still facing his computer, he uses an arm to point at his couch. Knowing that he was technically your boss and you had to comply, you shuffle over and take a seat on his lush black couch. You think he might turn to say something to you, or ask you to do something for him, but he just ignores you and keeps working on his music while you are just sitting there doing nothing.

You sat there for more than ten minutes before you decided on pulling out your phone from your pocket and started scrolling through Instagram. While it could definitely be seen as unprofessional, you were bored of sitting there watching him mess around on his computer.

“Am I boring you?” You look up to see his chair turned now, facing you.

You scoff, “Yes. Why am I here? I got your coffee.”

“And you can’t even do that right. There’s too much ice.” He smirks in your direction, which just causes you to roll your eyes. Professionalism be damned, he was starting to piss you off.

“Would you like me to make you another one, Yoongi-ssi?” You fakely responded, hoping he would say yes so you could leave.

He shakes his head and takes another sip of the Americano, “Though, you could help me with something else.”

You look at him quizzically as he grabs his keyboard and walks over to the couch, taking a seat next to you. He salt silently, his dark eyes staring right at you. You tried not to look flustered at his eyes scanning over your face, but at the same time it was pissing you off. “What do you want?”

He responds with a chuckle, pissing you off even more. He then presses the spacebar on his keyboard, and music starts blasting through the speakers, causing you to jump at just how loud it was. The beat was light and playful, his voice silky smooth and bright, slight laughs sprinkled in, yet the lyrics spoke to the struggles he felt as a musician. It was catchy yet touching, and you found yourself having to stop from nodding along to the beat. As much as you hated him, Yoongi was a genius when it came to rapping, but you’d be damned to admit that out loud. The song stopped suddenly, and you turned to look at him with a blank expression on your face.

“Yes?” You ask him.

“That’s all you have to say?” He sneers your way, “What did you think of it? Be truthful.”

You snorted. There was absolutely no way that you’d let him know your true thoughts. “I’m not a professional, but I thought it had a catchy beat, and the lyrics were… interesting. It would be much better without your god awful voice though, Yoongi-ssi. Maybe you could give it to Jungkook-ssi to-”

Your snide comment was suddenly cut off by a low growl as he roughly keyboard down on the coffee table. He moves uncomfortably closer to you on the couch and leans into your ear, “Please, assistant-nim, can you stop being such a brat for once.”

Your jaw drops open at his comment and he takes the opportunity to grab your face and twist it so that you’re facing him, lips centimetres apart from each other. He lets out his signature breathy laugh and uses his other hand to run his hands through your hair softly. You are so stunned you don’t know how to respond. Was this just another part of his teasing, trying to get you all worked up so that he could throw you out? Surely that’s all that it could be.

“If my voice is really that annoying to you,” he whispers darkly in your ear, “Then why are your thighs getting tighter against one another? Why is it that I can see you hardening, even through your bra?”

You sat there blankly, not knowing what to say. You questioned yourself. Why were you feeling a rush while he whispered in your ear? You hated him, right? The man who had been tormenting you for a year, who was always making snide remarks to you. Not to mention that he was technically your boss, as you were his assistant.

“I think,” He interrupted your thoughts, “you lied to me.”

He grabs your arm and pulls you over so that you are sat right between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. You’re still so stunned you don’t know what to say or do, not that it stops him from continuing to position you to his liking. He hooks each of his legs around yours and pulls your legs apart, while one of his arms hook both of your arms tightly behind you, pulling you into his chest. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, and you can feel his deep laugh vibrate your body.

“I think that you enjoy my voice just fine, maybe even too much,” He growls into your ear, sending shivers throughout your body, “Don’t you?”

You do your best to try and form an answer, but your brain is completely blank. A mixture of emotions have completely clouded your brain, from complete lust, to being embarrassed that he’s put you in this position, to being utterly confused as to why he was doing this to you. All you can concentrate on is the arousal that is radiating throughout your body.

“What? No quip back? Is that all it took for you to become a brain empty slut?” As those words leave his lips it’s like a zap courses through your body, a moan leaving your lips as you arch your back. You could feel his words go straight to your clit, making it throb hard as you clenched around nothing, still fully dressed.

He chuckled again, “Does that do it for you? Being called a slut?”

You feel another bolt of energy hit your clit again as you throw your head back on his shoulder, another loud moan leaving your lips. You can feel a knot start to build up in the bottom of your stomach, even though all he’s doing is whispering in your ear and holding you. Your clit was throbbing, your pussy clenching quickly around nothing, begging to be touched.

“What a little whore,” he sneers, “I bet I could ask you to do anything right now and you’d willingly do it wouldn’t you? All it takes is a little whisper, and you’re ready to do anything I want you to, and you’d enjoy it so much wouldn’t you, little slut?”

You let out a whimper as his voice kept sending zaps directly at your clit, making you euphoric, “Please.”

“Please what, slut?” He spat out.

You whine loudly, “Touch me.”

Another whimper leaves your lips as he laughs deeply, vibrating your entire body, “Oh, little whore. Maybe you should have thought of that before you called me annoying. No, I think I’ll just use my ‘god awful’ voice to tell you that I’d love nothing more than to bend you over that table and whip you so hard with my belt until you’re bleeding. One for every single time that you’ve pissed me off, which would take hours, slut.”

You moan out loud, arching your back and thrashing against his hold as he grips you tighter. You can feel your clit absolutely throbbing, begging to be touched, and you know that your underwear is completely soaked through. The knot in your stomach kept building and building as his words sent you clenching around nothing.

“And when I’m done, I’d simply fuck your mouth, brusing your throat until you’re unable to say anything to me for days. I’d take your voice away with my cock, wouldn’t you like that, you little cum slut?”

You whimper and nod as you feel your clenches get faster and harder.

“I’d completely ruin you, and I know your little whore ass would love it, wouldn’t you? You’d love nothing more than to be my cock sleeve, your only purpose to fulfil my needs. I could even keep you here, in my studio. Have you tied up in the corner, ready to take my cock in any of your holes whenever I need it. Only existing to be my little cum dumpster, doesn’t that sound nice?”

Under any other circumstances, you would have scoffed and slapped him in the face, but you couldn’t help but nod feverishly and moan out loud, feeling that knot in your stomach start to reach its peak as you clench rapidly around nothing, your clit throbbing. You whimper, “c-c-clo-se,”

“Aw, I thought my little slut hated my voice,” he sneers and wraps his free hand around your throat, causing you to clench even harder than you thought possible, “Yet here you are, little whore, about to cum just from me telling you what I’d do to you. Are you that touch deprived? Is that why you’re such a little bitch? Is that what I need to do to change your attitude? Have my little slut tied up in my studio, gag on of course, you’re such a loud little whore, vibrator in your ass and pussy, forcing you to cum over and over while I whip you until you’re sore and bleeding? Would you be nicer to your sunbaenim then?”

A scream rips through you as you reach your peak, your back arching and pelvis shaking as waves of pleasure rip through your body. Moans keep escaping your lips as you continue to clench and buck in the air while Yoongi keeps an iron grip on you.

As you start to calm down from your high, you can feel your cheeks redden. As if he can sense your embarrassment, he laughs loudly, releasing you from his grip and shifting you so that you’re sitting on one of his legs facing him.

“What a good girl,” He smirks, “Though I thought you hated my voice.”

You roll your eyes at him and lean on his shoulder, resting against the couch. You can’t believe that he just made you cum, only with his voice. Normally men couldn’t make you cum with their dicks, yet Yoongi had done the impossible by just talking to you. He runs his hand through your hair, pulling you close. You can feel his hard dick straining against his pants on the back of your thigh and notice him suck in a breath as you get more comfortable in his lap.

“Oh you’re dangerous babygirl,” He throws his head back in a moan as his hips buck slightly into your legs, “Can I fuck your dumb little slut mouth?”

You nod quickly and climb off his lap, kneeling on the floor in front of him between his legs. He gets up quickly and starts to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down. You grab onto his boxers and pull them down slowly, grabbing his thick cock and pulling it out. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined it to be big, but it was somehow bigger than you expected and you weren’t sure how you would be able to fit it in your mouth.

“Open,” He drawls lazily, tapping on your jaw. You quickly lean your head back and drop your jaw as far as you can, as he grips your head and guides his dick into your mouth. You do your best to relax as he pushes past your mouth down your throat, causing you to gag slightly. He holds it there for a couple seconds, moaning loudly, before pulling out. You cough, trying to catch your breath as he taps your face again, expecting you to open.

You do your best to keep your composure as he starts to grab your head and fuck your throat harshly, but soon you’re a drooling and crying mess. You can feel your makeup start to run as your eyes water every time he hits the back of your throat, and you know it's going to cause a nasty bruise. You can’t help but start to feel that familiar zap hit your clit every single time he pushes all the way in causing you to gag.

“You feel so good, little slut,” He growls out between thrusts as he grips your head and continues to fuck you harder, “And look at you, my ruined little cum dump.”

He pulls out of you completely and then pushes his entire length in you, holding it there until you start to feel lightheaded like you’re about to pass out before pulling out again. He grabs your arm and pulls you up towards his desk. As if you were a ragdoll, he positions you so that you’re bent over the desk, your legs spread, with your arms gripping the other side of the desk.

“Yoongi, please,” You whimper as you feel him start to walk away after placing you on the desk.

“Please what, little slut?” He chuckles.

“Touch me.”

You can sense him moving back towards you. He places a hand on your back, rubbing it slightly as you try to shimmy your ass back to find him, only to be met by a harsh slap to your ass.

“Patience, whore.” He growls out. He reaches underneath you and unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down and helping you step out of them. He runs a finger against your completely soaked underwear, causing you to moan loudly.

He pulls them off of you and moves to the other side of the desk. “You’re such a little slut, you know that? Look at how soaked these are,” he sneers at you and starts to roll the underwear into a ball. He grips your jaw until you’re forced to open your mouth and shoves them in your mouth, pushing until they go as far back as possible.

He moves back behind you and starts to caress your ass. You wiggle, trying to signal to him how much you wanted to be touched, only to be met with a harsh spank. You cry out against your underwear at the pain, gripping the table to try and keep yourself upright.

“What’s wrong slut? I thought you wanted me to touch you.” He jabs at you, “This is touching you, isn't it?”

He continues to spank you harshly and relentlessly. While the pain is nearly unbearable, sending shivers throughout your whole body, you can help but notice that it’s also making you incredibly turned on. Every single spank sends a zap straight to your clit, making you moan out in pleasure and cry out in pain at the same time. He goes on for what feels like forever before stopping and rubbing your ass, making you cry out at the tenderness. He reaches forward and pulls the underwear out of your mouth.

“Please Yoongi, please touch me… there, please fuck me, please.” You whimper out desperately, not wanting a repeat of the last time.

He doesn’t respond so you start to get up to look at him, only to be harshly pushed against the desk again, his hand on your back. You can feel him positioning himself at your entrance. A loud moan leaves both of your lips as he pushes in slowly until he’s fully inside of you. It feels like he’s tearing you apart, but in the best way.

He hooks one of his arms around both of yours and pulls you up slightly so that you’re hovering off the desk as he starts to pound roughly into you. Your eyes completely roll back into your head as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.

“Yoon-Yo-Yoongi, you feel so good.” You whimper out as he hits that special spot inside of you, making you clench around him so tightly.

You can feel the now-familiar chuckle run through his body, “You’re such a good little slut for me babygirl.”

You feel the all too familiar knot start to build up quickly in you at the mention of his pet name for you. It starts to build even faster when he reaches around to rub your clit. “You’re so wet, little slut. You’re enjoying this too much aren’t you? I don’t even need to touch you to make you cum. You’re willing to do anything for me aren’t you little whore?”

You nod feverishly as you feel yourself nearing your peak, “I’m going to cum.”

“Then cum, whore. I want to feel you cum around me, coat me and I’ll fill you up like the filthy cum dumpster you are.” You start to absolutely lose it at his words, screaming and reaching your orgasm, clenching around his cock so hard. You can barely hear the expletives leave his mouth as his hot cum fills you up while he pushes as deep as he can inside of you.

You let out a loud breath as he pulls out of you. You push yourself up on the table and try to stand, but you’re not convinced you won’t immediately fall over. You settle for leaning against the table as you watch Yoongi walk over to the couch, grabbing his boxers and pants, putting them on again. He reaches towards your jeans and picks them up, throwing them at you as you barely catch them. He walks past you and grabs his laptop before putting it in his bag, then grabs his motorcycle helmet.

“Please make sure this room is clean before you leave, assistant-nim.” He gives you a gummy smile before turning around and exiting, leaving you in shock, still half naked on his desk.

What the fuck was that?

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