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Bratty!Sub!Tzuyu ✦ Dom!F!Reader

WC—5.4 ✦ k

WARNING—69 ✦ oral sex ✦ face-sitting ✦ begging ✦ teasing ✦ stripping ✦ praise ✦ tzuyu being the cutest fkn girl out there ✦ light degradation ✦ light hair pulling ✦ mommy kink ✦ baby girl kink ✦ ft. Sana x Miyeon, Lisa x Jennie

THEMES—smut ✦ new relationship au ✦ jealousy

NOW PLAYING—Only Girl (In The World) ✦ god

[A/N.] I hope u guys like the new look<3

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"I have a mommy kink."

Tzuyu liked it when you called her Babygirl so it shouldn't be too much of a stretch to call you Mommy, right? She turned her head and looked at you, grinning as if you were joking. After a few seconds of not getting a similar reaction back, her mouth gaped out of shock. "Or to be more specific, I like being called Mommy," you attempted to get her out of her trance.

When she'd done enough thinking, which was five long seconds, she replied in the brattiest voice ever, "You're not my mother." Of course, it sucked a bit that you weren't into the same kink but you two shared a lot of other kinks so it was OK. It's impossible to had the exact same kinks as someone else anyway. At least she didn't act weird around you because of it.

But your sex dynamic was affected by this incident. Usually Tzuyu could get a bit shy to initiate sex and would rather hint at it by keeping eye contact for a long time when holding your hand or by resting her head on your boobs when you were cuddling or giving a quick kiss to your neck and blush. All of a sudden she got bratty, mostly by using your kink against you, like whenever you were clumsy and accidentally walked into a table or dropped a chopstick, she'd clap her hands and sarcastically sad "Good job, Mommy".

But this meant you two found a new kink together; punishments. You progressively introduced kinkier punishments from overstimulating her to edging her to blindfolding her. It was almost as if telling her about your Mommy kink (that she didn't reciprocate) opened up new doors for you to explore kinks especially Tzuyu would've been too shy to tell you about. Truthfully, finding new kinks together was such a fun activity and even if you two explored something that you didn't necessarily end up liking, the intimacy of the activity made up for it and you could just give each other head and orgasm anyway. However, Mommy still wasn't one of the kinks you two explored at all in bed and that would always be in the back of your mind. But as long as you two had fun it didn't matter if she called you Mommy or not.

Later.

"How does it feel?" you jumped with a smile, your girlfriend's hands in yours.

"I'm excited since you've told you so many stories about them and it's a bigger step in our relationship but I'm also a bit nervous," Tzuyu said a small, smiling in pain.

"Awww, Baby, I like you so they will like you too, don't worry. As long as you don't mention that you hate mint chocolate ice cream I think it'll be fine," you kissed her hands and pulled her into a hug.

The hug calmed down her nerves but she was still nervous. It was impossible not to since she was always a bit awkward when meeting new people and this time the new people were your extroverted friends so she felt pressure to come across as likable to them. Knock, knock! They'd arrived. You opened the door.

"Miyeon! The blonde hair fits you so well," you said when you saw her blonde hair.

She flipped her hair, "I know right~"

She threw herself at you in a needy hug and whined out, "____, I've missed you sooo much." Miyeon can be a very touchy person with her close friends and that's one of her best traits but it can be a less good one in a situation where you're in a relationship and your partner isn't aware that the girl acts like that around all her best friends.

Therefore Tzuyu stands there awkwardly, breathing quickening, looking at an attractive girl latch onto her girlfriend like a leech. You could hear Miyeon making exaggerated smelling sounds, which was weird until she uttered "I missed your smell! You smell like something I can't describe. Hmm fruity."

You laughed at her weird behavior while Tzuyu just stood there, watching silently. Your arms squeeze extra hard for a moment just to be a little more dramatic when you said you had missed her too.

You let go of the hug and turned to the second friend.

"Omg hi Sana!" you eye-smile back to the woman who already held her arms out to hug you.

"_____! Missed you," she said with a muffled voice from her burying her face in your neck.

Your girlfriend turned her gaze to the ground, finding her feet more interesting than the scene in front of her. Fuck, she's pretty too. Tzuyu was rarely this intimidated when she met new people, but the two women had known you for much longer than she had, and they felt so comfortable with showing affection towards you — and the fact they were so pretty did not help.

But there was one more person who was hiding behind the door that you didn't know of. Out she jumped from behind the door, "Hiii!"

"LISA!" your smile grew, not having seen her in almost a month.

You pulled her into a hug, "I didn't expect to see you! I thought you were going on a trip to Laos!"

"As if I would miss meeting my favourite person! Actually I'm going tomorrow instead," Lisa smiled.

"You know I missed you like crazy, right?"

Tzuyu frowned.

"I missed you too," you said with a pout of guilt as you looked down at Lisa.

"ANYWAY, this my girlfriend!" you turned to her with a smile, not having detected any jealousy yet. "Tzuyu, this is Sana, Miyeon and Lisa."

"H-Hi..." Tzuyu said with insecurity as visible as a watermelon in a pumpkin patch.

"Hello," the oldest girl said loudly as she reached out to shake her hand. The tense girl next to you took the other's hand and shook it, probably wetting it with sweat.

"_____ has told us a lot about you," Miyeon said with a friendly smile which had the opposite effect than intended.

"Why did you steal ____ from us?" the remaining girl asked as she crossed her arms, with an aegyo angry pout.

"I—" your girlfriend tried to form a sentence and looked at you for help when she failed.

"I was just joking," Lisa smiled and winked at Tzuyu playfully.

That worked, Tzuyu smiled back.

2h later.

"Now I understand why she got with you! Like, you're cool, Bro," Lisa laughed and high-fived Tzuyu while she blushing slightly with pride because of the compliment, but also at the mention of her lover.

During the past few hours, Tzuyu and your best friends had bonded. Sana, Miyeon and Lisa were great talkers and they had made Tzuyu feel comfortable in their company enough to have courage to hang out with the three of them without you when you made food for everyone (which meant a lot because she expected to be next to you the whole day to not be awkward and embarrass herself by stuttering and shit).

"How does the TV work?" Miyeon asked Tzuyu since this was technically her apartment.

"I don't know," Tzuyu felt a little flustered for not knowing how to use her own TV. But in her defense you two usually watched Netflix on her phone laying in bed together and not on a TV sitting on the sofa together.

"Forget what I said about you being cool before," Lisa joked.

"_____!" Sana called out.

Nothing.

"PLEASEEE, Mommy, WE NEED YOUR HELP," she yelled with a nice tone.

That action sent Tzuyu in a state of shock for a few seconds. Why did Sana call ____ Mommy? Soon "Mommy" showed up and asked tiredly "What do you want help with, Sana?"

Slowly a bad feeling crept inside of Tzuyu. What the fuck. Why is she acting so indifferent? Sana literally called her Mommy! Another girl shouldn't be calling her that. How the fuck does Sana even know of _____'s kink?

By the time Tzuyu stopped drowning in her thoughts, you had already helped with the TV and Miyeon was looking through Netflix. "Can you please get you a blanket, Mommy?" the devil on Earth, also known as Sana, asked Tzuyu's girlfriend with a cute voice on purpose and made grabby hands.

Bitch.

Tzuyu looked at you, not sure what she was expecting or hoping you to do. And then you were gone. Yes! She just left her hanging! Fuck yes— Suddenly Tuzyu's thoughts were interrupted again when she saw you...with a fluffy, red blanket in your hand.

"Thanks, Mommy," Sana exaggerated the title once again, making your girlfriend's face turn red.

"Don't interrupt me again, folks, or else food will be burnt and you'll have air for dinner," you warned before you went back to cooking the food that might or might not be ruined already.

Tzuyu tried to act like nothing happened when Miyeon turned on RuPaul's Drag Race on the TV. But it was very hard. Tzuyu's thoughts kept racing so she decided to confront that shitbag.

"Why did you call her Mommy?" Tzuyu asked bluntly, not caring about sounding rude.

"_____? Oh, well, I always do that when I want her to do me—"

Tzuyu clenched her fists. This fucker—

"—a favour and it always works!"

"Yeah, ____ probably loves being called that," Miyeon commented looking at Tzuyu.

"But you probably know that already," Lisa's eyebrows danced up and down.

"Can you get us sodas, please? Mommy~" Miyeon called out.

For the rest of the night it seemed like Tzuyu's social battery had run out.

Days later.

Tzuyu had been acting a bit cold towards you for the past couple of days and you didn't know why but you suspected it had to do with meeting your friends since that's around the time she distanced herself. You had texted her to meet up (because you wanted to talk to her about this) and, thankfully, she quickly replied to one of your texts (you had expected her to ignore it for a few hours at least).

Come to my place.

You didn't know what to expect but you put on a nice outfit, which consisted of a skirt with a zipper that went all the way down to the end paired with an oversized T-shirt. Before you knew it you were standing outside her door. Knock, knock!I If you two weren't having problems right now you'd just use your key (that she'd given you weeks ago) to just open the door without knocking but due to not communicating that well lately you were not sure if you were allowed to do that anymore and you didn't want to overstep her boundaries.

The walls were thin, so much that you could hear whenever a neighbor flushed the toilet, so you expected to hear her footsteps to let you know she was going to open the door but... nothing. Is she gonna ignore my existence this way too...?

When you realized that she might not have heard you you took a leap and went for the door handle and walked in.

"Tzuyu?" You said out loud, waiting for her to show up.

With no response you started getting worried.

"Tzuyu? Baby?" you called out her nicknames, hoping it'd show her you were coming with peace and love to solve your problems, not to argue.

"Here," you heard her beautiful voice coming from the direction of the living room.

After you hung up your jacket and took off your shoes, you slowly followed her voice. Walking into the living room you didn't expect to see the sight you were met by. There she was. Your girlfriend, Tzuyu, laying on her stomach on the sofa, facing the TV...

Naked.

Plump butt, godly thighs, muscular back, honey smooth and colored skin...all on display for you.

Confused about why she was naked when we were supposed to talk, you asked her with a light tone, "What happened? Why are you...naked?"

She turned her face to you and put her cheeks on the armrest of the sofa with a pout, "I hurt myself!"

Your protective nature kicked in, immediately getting worried, and asked her where she hurt herself. She sat up and spread her legs, exposing yet another surprise. That surprise being her throbbing, red pussy with wetness dripping down her thighs. She whines, "I walked into a table."

The view of your girlfriend laying naked, so wet and with a cute pout for the most innocent' reason was one of the sexiest things you'd seen in your whole life...and it was also making you unconsciously clench. You were not sure what to say since you were not expecting to see her in this state, so stayed quiet. If you were shocked before, you were speechless when you heard the next sentence coming from her delicate lips...

"Can you kiss it better? Please, Mommy, it really hurts so, so much," she asked, still with the innocent pout as if she was not a kinky masochist. For some people that might sound like just a very dirty sentence, but for you it sounded like the gates to the heaven of sins had opened. This flipped the switch from worried-about-your-relationship mode to let-me-take-care-of-my-lover mode. You didn't need to give her an answer, you simply walked over to the sofa and looked down at her.

"My safeword is moonlight. What's your safeword?"

"Sunrise," she answered.

From seat on the sofa, she felt small and submissive compared to your tall self standing in front of her looking down at her with a powerful aura. Crouching down to the same level as her pussy, you looked at her and saw her staring at you while breathing loudly. Smirking, you brought your face closer to her and stopped a few centimeters away.

"Where exactly did you hurt yourself, Baby?" you asked her teasingly, making her groan.

"Everywhere, Mommy. Everywhere. Kiss me everywhere, please," she begged, although she was sexually frustrated she tried to sound composed.

"Please, Ma—" you interrupted her from her begging by putting your middle finger on her slit lightly.

Looking up at her, you could see her eyes glistening with curiosity, mouth slightly agape from where her sentence stopped. Her pussy was pulsing from resisting to masturbate for the last three or so hours. You placed a tiny kiss on her clit and heard a small, flustered whine escape her mouth. She must've denied herself for a long time before you'd arrived if she was this sensitive.

"Waited for me instead of touching yourself? What a good girl you are, Baby," you said proudly before you started placing light kisses all over her pussy, making it, if possible, even redder than before.

"I'm Mommy's good girl," she barely let out, having a hard time speaking. She wanted to be claimed by you. She wanted you to know that she was dedicating herself to you, even going as far as not touching her aching pussy for hours, getting uncomfortably wet, letting it run down her thighs. She wanted you to know that she wanted to be a good girl for you.

The kisses were light and so small yet they made her high on ecstasy. With satisfaction visible in your eyes you started licking gently on her outer lips, making her groan louder and instinctively close her eyes. After a few seconds she opened them again and asked for another request "Mommy, can you sit on your face? Please?"

She wanted to please you too. Your baby wasn't completely selfish. "I don't want you to sit on the carpet."

"Why not?" You asked her to get on her nerves a little bit more than you already had.

"Your knees will get red, the carpet's so uncomfortable. And you told me my cheeks are soft so you should sit here, Mommy," she pointed at her face, showing you where you should sit.

"My pretty girl," you said and kissed her button nose, making her flash her beautiful smile.

You wanted to sit there, until I remembered the fact that she'd ignored you for these past two days. So you decided that teasing her was what she deserved. You stood up. She immediately laid down on the sofa, excited. You smiled at her enthusiasm. And then you sat down...

...on her chest, not her face. Close yet far. Hearing her complaining behind your back, motivated you to start licking her, maybe that would shut her up. But no. It didn't. Instead she let out more moans, letting you know that you were pleasing her but it was also her way of trying to make you wetter since she knew your weakness was her pleasure. You twirl your tongue around her clit lightly and got a high-pitched moan in return. You loved it. Her clit was her most sensitive part and she didn't know if she should be happy that you were making her feel good or if she should be complaining that she will come too early if you keep your attention on her clit for too long. With a smile you gave a small suck to her clit and the moans leaving her mouth went straight to your core. You started adding a little more pressure to her clit, not too much though, she brought her hands to your thighs and rubbed them gently up and down. That was OK until her fingers found their way to the edge of your skirt, slowly and sneakily trying to pull it up your legs.

"What are you doing?" you asked fast, sending vibrations that made her twitch. You quickly went back to worshiping her pussy, not wanting to leave her unattended for more than a few seconds. Grunts of pleasure are heard from the woman under you, yet she miraculously finds a way to talk.

"Mommy, you smell so good. Can I taste? Please," she said in between low moans.

How can she care so much about your pleasure in a moment when she's so pleased?

"A good girl who asks so nicely deserves to be rewarded."

Her face lit up at the thought of getting to eat you out; it's been her wish to do this for a while now. These past few weeks you've mostly focused on making her cum over and over again and although she made you cum too it had mostly been from her fingering you or you riding her thigh, not much cunnilingus. With smooth hands she touched you from the ankles beside her head up to the thighs that are hidden under the material of your skirt. She loves feeling you up. Especially, getting to feel your thighs under your skirt. It felt like she was doing something naughty; being in contact with skin hidden under fabrics, something nobody else could touch... She felt like a bad girl.

Confidence and curiosity made her tug the damned skirt and jerk it upwards until she could see the ivy blue panties you had on with a big dark patch covering the entrance to paradise, revealing how turned on you had gotten already. Her Mommy was wet for her. You moved your pussy further back until you could feel her hot breath on it through your panties. As soon as her mouth was close enough, she happily put the fabric to the side, so she could get to your wetness, and started kissing it. She kissed it smoothly and slowly, showing how much she appreciated you, since she rarely got to show you in this particular way.

Unlike her, you started going rougher. Sucking her clit harder, but not too harsh, and humming against her, sending wonderful vibrations. She kept whining and turning you on more so you started moving your tongue from her clit and licking between her lips too. Everything for your girl. She began to chant your name sinfully and dove her silky tongue inside you too, trying to return the favour as best as she could when she was moaning. Her moans were so addicting. She had this specific type of moan that sounded like a mixture between a sad whine and a woman getting fucked by another woman for the first time. She moaned so angelically it was as if she were singing.

She licked deeper between your folds, though her moans were getting louder and making it harder for her to focus, she really wanted you to cum first. For hours she'd been trying to restrain herself from touching herself at the thought of what you two were going to do tonight. She couldn't keep herself from thinking about it; it wasn't her fault that her girlfriend was the sexiest woman she'd ever met and that the thought alone of pleasing her was enough to make her pussy clench and get wet.

But what you were doing together right now was nowhere near her fantasy. This was way better than she ever could've predicted and she's really creative and has a huge imagination, which said a lot. To actually experience this was so much harder than fantasizing about it. She'd been restricting herself from cumming since before your tongue even met her sensitive skin.

Suddenly your skirt that was curled up on your thighs sank down and barricaded Tzuyu's head, not letting the cold oxygen from the room get in, which made her even hotter. Her hair was sticking to her forehead and her hands were cupping your ass, grabbing and playing with the thick flesh.

You could sense that she was on the verge of cumming, making you smile. You wanted her to cum, she deserved it and you had missed making her cum these past two days. "Baby, cum for me," you said against her skin, blowing on it to make it cooler and make her shiver.

"Wanna wait for you, Mommy," she moved her lips against you softly.

"But, Babygirl, you've been waiting for me for so long. You've been treating you like the queen I am. You deserve to cum," you encouraged her.

"Do it, Babygirl. Your cum is my pleasure," you whispered against her and sucked on her clit lightly.

All this praise was too much for her, she couldn't hold it in anymore so she finally let go, her legs shaking, you held them down. You kept on licking all over her pussy, not to overstimulate her or make her cum again, but just to savour the taste of her cum. Looking back you saw that your skirt has surrounded her and you couldn't see her face when she licked you so you lifted yourself off of her up and sat up on your knees.

With her tongue out in the air she looked disappointed and confused, "But you haven't cum yet."

You smirked at her cuteness and brought your hand to hold her cheek softly, "Be patient, Babygirl."

She was a little impatient now.

"You're gonna get it soon," you chuckled lightly at her eagerness for you to cum.

When your hand left her cheek and your steps took you a few meters away from her, she got confused again but kept quiet, waiting for what you'd do. You turned to her and watched her longing face as she laid there beautifully, looking like an angel yet like a sinner. Without breaking eye contact you dropped your panties and her mouth opened more than before. You were putting a spell on her. You were like an enchantress with power over her mind, body and soul. She was like a puppet with the strings you had the control of. She was aware of it. And she absolutely loved it.

Walking over to her with your mighty aura made her gulp, she had no idea of what you had in store for her. But she really wanted to see you drop some more garments. Then you sat on her chest again but this time with your front facing Tzuyu, making the girl gulp again with anticipation as she looked down at your wet pussy. "I just wanted to see your pretty face when I ride it," you said innocently, looking at her blush. Fuck, she was always so pretty when she blushed.

She watched as you made a knot on your shirt (you didn't want the shirt to cover her face like the skirt had done before). "Show me, please," she begged with her needy voice, having expected you to take off your shirt or at least uncover your boobs for her.

"Let's see if your tongue is worth it, Babygirl." There was no chance she was not witnessing a strip tease and your golden body. As if on cue, she went back to kissing your folds, keeping your eyes locked, wanting to see your reaction to every single trick she was going to pull out. She explored your body with her hands on your legs and stomach since she hadn't had the opportunity last time you fucked when her hands were tied above her head. You loved how she was so affectionate and could make sex romantic by an action as simple as holding your hand and looking into your eyes. To many people, eye contact during oral sex was all about power but to you two it was also about intimacy. You smiled down at her.

Soon she started licking on your folds, not yet moving between them or on your clit, she wanted to care for you and behold up your excitement — and it worked. Although she hadn't given you cunnilingus in so long, she was so damn skilled with her tongue and reading your body language.

You started touching her hair, putting it away from her face while still looking at her to motivate her. She licked between your folds and a stray groan escaped your mouth. She took it as a clue to keep it going, making more groans leave your mouth. You grinded on her face, which formed a confident smile on it, making Tzuyu's tongue go deeper in you. "Fuck, that feels so good, Baby."

When her tongue accidentally came in contact with your clit you moaned louder. Kisses were peppered on your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shivers down your spine that made you arch your back. She was the type of pussy eater to not just lick but also kiss. Smiling at your reaction, she started going back and forth between kissing and licking your pussy. One kiss, one lick. Two kisses, two licks.

"Good girl," you praised her, zipped down your skirt and tossed it away in a random corner of the room, making your girlfriend whine against you.

She put her hands on your knees, that were on each side of her shead, in an innocent matter...until she moved her hands up your thighs and stopped at your ass, kneading each stretch marked cheek in each hand. "Hey! No touchy-touchy—" you were interrupted by your lover's magic hands pushing you into her face deeper, making you moan louder than before.

With loud moans escaping your mouth uncontrollably you grabbed a fistful of her wet hair. She liked it; it was rough and showed that you fucking loved what she was doing. "So desperate to see me naked?" you ask her as teasingly as possible when you were grunting.

She responded by vibrating "mhm" against your clit, making you pull her hair harder. As you grabbed the edges of your shirt, you saw her big eyes full of lust. When you pulled the shirt up and threw it away with an evil smile she whined in annoyance. You were wearing a lace bralette. A wine red one because fuck matching underwear. She wanted to see more. With the desire to make you cum and show your all for her, she put her cute lips on your clit and suckled a bit harder than before. Her desperation down there made you scream out loud.

"You're doing so well for me, Babygirl. Make Mommy proud."

As she kept pleasuring you, you decided she should be rewarded. She had earned a reward by now. The sound of you unclipping your bralette made her doe eyes twinkle with penchant. She took one of her hands away from your butt and put two fingers inside you to push you even faster to the edge. The other hand she brought up to cup your right boob with. You were on the verge of cumming. She noticed and started pinching your nipple. Fuck. She knew you so well. You couldn't hold it anymore and released your juice. Looking down, you were by her face of accomplishment and pride. She continued licking, but not to bring you to another orgasm but just to taste you some more.

"Thank you for your cum, Mommy," she said, breathing loudly.

You moved away from her face and laid back against the cushions of the sofa.

"Don't leave me, Mommy," she whined lightly at the lack of contact. She moved towards you and rested her head between your boobs. As she laid on top of you and relaxed with her eyes closed, you played with her hair. Maybe I went a little too rough on her cute hair...

You put Netflix on the TV and looked through shows to find something to watch before you went back for round two. You two had seen almost everything on there already. But there was one show you never grew tired of: RuPaul's Drag Race. You'd seen all seasons but rewatching them was still entertaining.

Tzuyu put her chin up on your left tit to look at you, accidentally hurting you in the proces.

"Ouch, that hurts, stop," you told her.

She immediately moved her chin to the middle of your chest instead and apologized "Sorry, Mommy."

No praise made her pout. So she started licking your left nipple lightly while pinching the other. You took her chin between your fingers and lifted her away from your skin and up to face you. "You're so naughty, Baby." If she couldn't get praise she didn't mind getting attention in another way. She smiled.

"I'll go and get us some water," you kissed her before you got up.

"And a blanket for cuddles, please?"

"Everything you need, Baby."

"Also tell Sana, Miyeon and Lisa to stop calling you Mommy, please?"

"Baby, they do it as a joke. You know Sana and Miyeon are dating right? And Lisa has an on-and-off relationship with a girl named Jennie."

"Really? I just thought they were straight besties who kiss and act gay with their friends for no reason!"

You laughed and came back with two glasses of water and the red blanket that Sana had asked for days ago tucked under your arm. "But if it makes you feel uncomfortable then I'll just tell them to stop of course."

Tzuyu laid her head back on your chest the moment your body touched the sofa, "That would be lovely!"

You kissed the top of her head, hugging her body. "Next time you feel jealous or uncomfortable, please tell me rather than acting cold," you pouted at her.

"Sorry, I'll definitely not do that again," she pouted back and kissed your pout.

Your pouts turned into smiles as you snuggled up against each other for another twenty minutes before going back to fucking.

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❝ Make me feel right (uh)

Baby, I'll tell you all my secrets that I'm keeping

You can come inside (yeah)

And when you enter, you ain't leaving

Be my prisoner for the night, oh ❞

—god; 2010

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Sub!Hybrid!Minho? Naaah, only Dom!Bratty!Hybrid!Minho

Imagine how he would definitely be your nice neighbour’s cat, except that he’s always waiting for you when you come home. Dude’s literally in front of your door like:

"Took you long enough, I’m hungry."

And you just want to smack him in the face, get rid of his mischievous attitude and put some sense into him but oh you so wish for him to put a certain something inside of you.

At first you felt guilty, like come on, he’s not even your boy! But then he started to get handsy, hands lingering a bit too long on your lower back, head snuggling a bit to close to your private part, welcoming you with a hug a bit too tight, too close… And it makes you sweat, and he loves every second of it.

Cat!Minho loves hanging in your apartment when his owner is hanging out with his friends or working on something late at night (cough Chan cough). He loves watching you slump on your couch with no care in the world, your short/summer pajama riding up your thighs, allowing him a glimpse at your skin; he loves watching you cook, humming and dancing - or rather move your body awkwardly in your kitchen, because he gets to see your backside rolling and moving before his very eyes; he loves plopping on your bed even when you half heartedly tell him to move on the other side, because he gets to touch you and hold you closer, feel the swell of your breast on his chest.

But your painfully obvious at the way he implies that he just want to put you on all four or fuck you into another dimension. But he is not obvious at the way you try to shut down your unholy thoughts, so he’ll give you a little bit of help.

And that’s how, on a rainy day, as you were playfully arguing with your little furry friend, telling him that he was in fact one of the brattiest little shit you’ve ever met, you suddenly found yourself bent on your bed, ass up - covered with bite marks, obviously, as he was slamming his dick in your tight, needy and wet cunt, drooling and clutching the sheets, holding on for dear life as he was demanding you to:

"Mewl for me kitten, come on, I wanna hear those pretty sounds."

"Who’s the brat now? Didn’t expect a brat to fuck you like this, did you? I don't know if you deserve to cum."

And you beg him to let you, tell him that you'll be nice for him if he allows you to cum. But he doesn't, because either way, he knows that you'll be nice for him. He edges you and stuff you full of his cum, always removing his cock when you're about to have the best orgasm ever. And it's painful; but he loves it, your face is worth it. For the last round, he edges himself just as much as he edges you, and when you both cum, it's like reaching the heavens' gates and then pole dancing all the way to hell.

He might be a brat, but he’s a bratty dom, not a bratty sub, never forget that.

#stray kids smut #stray kids hard hours #kpop hard hours #lee know x reader #minho smut #lee minho hard thoughts #lee minho smut #minho hard thoughts #don’t know how to tag ??? dude have so many different tags #hybrid!au

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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pretty kitty | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / gamer!jk x brat!oc

>>genre: established relationship, smut, pwp

>>word count: 5.7k

>>warnings: hard dom jk, brattiest brat oc, mentions of pet play!!, wearing of cat ears during the deed!!, teasing, hand job, spit, finger sucking, name calling, degradation, tummy bulging, pet names, orgasm denial, begging, masturbation, light pussy slapping, jks a lil mean… so sexy of him, praise kink, flinching, light face slapping, humiliation, size kink, jk biggest cock in the whole world !!, forced orgasm, withheld creampie to forced creampie??, mentions of buzzfeed and 2d cat girls, jk lowkey a simp 🙄, mentions of choking

>>notes: this is more of oc just getting railed with cat ears on LMAO actual pet play stuff will be in part 2 which i will have out next week hopefully seeing as this part wasn’t even supposed to turn into a whole ass one shot -.- anyway!! this is ltgb!couple <3 but you dont have to read that to read this~~

>>summary: you’re jk’s baby, his toy, and now his pretty little pet.

It starts with a buzzfeed quiz.

‘What kind of cat are YOU?’

Your boyfriend is lying next to you, controller in hand and his pink little tongue poked out in concentration. He’s still kinda sweaty and flushed from your last round. Chest rising and falling with deep breaths, his honey blonde locks a little bit askew from you running your tiny hands through it while you rode him.

He senses your stare and looks at you for a second, doe-eyes scanning your face, your still bare body. He lingers on your neck before a big hand reaches out, fingertips rubbing on your skin a little.

“You good, chicky? You’re a little red… was I too rough?”

Your phone camera comes up and you angle it to look at where his hand just was. Indeed a bit red, and a little sore, but nothing you don’t love. You smile, and shake your head, wiggling a little closer. You’re laying on your side so your curled knees press against the outside of his leg.

He gives you a small smile and gets back to his game and you get back to your quizz, dutifully answering the questions, truthfully and honestly. After a few clicks and debated answers, you await your results, humming along to the game song that you’ve come to memorize. Surely you’ll be a Russian Blue, or another beautiful and regal breed.

The breath you were holding puffs out in a dejected sigh, ending on a pitiful whine. A sphynx? A bald and wrinkly scrotum looking feline?

Jeongguk notices your deflated state and cranes his neck a little to see what you’re doing. You turn the phone so he can see better and he snorts a little laugh out when he sees your results.

“It’s not funny, Kookie,” you grumble, going to the search bar and typing in ‘breeds of cats’ before clicking on images and pulling up a little picture chart. “Which would I be? For real,” you ask him, sitting up a little, so you both are side by side.

“I don’t know, I think sphynx is pretty accurate. Aren’t they like super high maintenance and have very specific care instructions?”

You graciously ignore the backhanded way that he is saying you are also very high maintenance and have very specific care instructions. “...Yes, but so do ragdolls… I mean just look at that coat, so fluffy.”

You zoom in on the little picture of the fluffy cat on the chart and Jeongguk humors you, laying his head on top of yours. “I could also see you being that one. It’s so pretty and it looks like it would be high maintenance too. And it also looks like it would demand attention 24/7 even while I am gaming. Just like you.” He pauses, fingers doing something intricate with the controller, before continuing a little absently. “But maybe you were dubbed a sphynx because you like being naked all the time.”

You tut your tongue, and look at your nude state. He had a point. But a ragdoll? It was quite pretty… fur fluffy and well-groomed, eyes blue and icy. You pause, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Are you saying you wish I had blue eyes?”

“No, of course not. I love looking into your eyes and not being able to see your pupils, chicken. Also, I don’t think cats have brown eyes?” he states, eyes never leaving his game.

You hum, contemplative as you turn your head to give his tattooed arm a tiny peck. Google tells you that cats in fact, do not have brown eyes. Your will to bicker dwindles as your brain purrs with thoughts of kittens.

You and Jeongguk have been together for like 7 months now… maybe it’s time for a fur baby? One that stays at his place, of course. You can’t risk the tiny demon using your stuff as a scratching toy.

With Instagram pulled up on your phone you go to the explore page and then to the ragdoll tag, cooing every time you see a particularly cute one. The kittens look like little clouds and the big ones look like small little princes and princesses. Your thumb is quickly scrolling down the feed when something a little different pops up and catches your eye, making you hastily backtrack.

On your slightly cracked screen, is a pair of fluffy ears and tail, as well as what looks like a choker. And while you aren’t 100% familiar with cat accessories this… realistic (you’ve been a slutty kitten for Halloween your fair share of times, the ears and tail incredibly cheap, nowhere near as luxurious as the ones you’re staring at now), you are familiar with pretty things and the set is certainly that.

You click on the page and begin scrolling, seeing a lot of other pretty sets, as well as some informational posts, answering many of the unspoken questions in your little brain.

What is this? Pet play.

What is pet play? A sub-category in the BDSM community.

Okay but like what is it actually? A type of role play of sorts.

Like a furry? No, not like a furry.

Why do people like it? For many different reasons. Sometimes people just like dressing up and sometimes people like being tied up, humiliated, and being owned.

You scowl at your phone a little, a small pout on your lips, the last bullet point making your brain buzz just a pinch. You liked those things… Images of Jeongguk plague your mind. Him making you feel like a tiny little toy that’s only useful when you’re making him feel good, him calling you his dumb little baby when you can’t think properly with his cock inside of you. Him filling you all the way up, till you’re stuffed full of his cum and just his.

“Do you like cat girls?” you peep, eyes still on your phone.

He hesitates. “2D ones or real ones?”

You give him side-eyes. “Both?”

“Only 2D ones, I don’t look at other girls… Haven’t seen one since we started dating, actually.”

You laugh, taking it upon yourself to settle in his lap facing him, giving him a big kiss. “I love you, but this isn’t a trap. I’m just curious.”

He gives you a weary look. “I don’t believe you.”

You hum, laughter still swimming in your eyes, turning and sitting between his legs, back to his chest. Going back to the account you were just on, you go to the tagged photos, finding just what you were looking for. Cute, sexy girls in their cute, sexy kitten gear.

You pull up one and nudge him a little to get his attention, but he turns his head to the side, avoiding the screen once he realizes what he’s being asked to look at. You fight with him some, phone waving around and him jerking his head in all different directions, crying between laughter asking how you can be so small, yet hold so much evil in your tiny body, why you insist on trapping him in sticky situations.

Finally, however, you get him to look with the promise of good intentions, admitting that you’re thinking about getting some ears for yourself maybe. This peaks his interest well enough.

His eyes are round as they take in the girl on the screen. She’s posed a bit lewdly to show off the tail as well as the collar and leash that’s falling between her breasts, and you see how he hesitates, looking at you, and you just laugh, shove the phone closer.

“I mean… the ears and tail are kinda sexy… and I like the leash I think. But only that, and they would look much better on you.”

You make a soft appreciative noise, going to the website linked in their bio while Jeongguk once again starts to play his game, eyes occasionally dropping down to you, but you keep your phone out of view.

~~~

It takes a few weeks for your package to arrive, everything from the shop being handcrafted and made to order.

But it finally gets to you when Jeongguk is out. He’s been gone most of the day, away at a streaming event with Jimin and Taehyung. Due back any second now. You haven’t mentioned the cat stuff since that night, and you think after the first few days, your boyfriend has probably forgotten about it. So with your fingers running over the soft fur, you quickly think up a way to surprise him.

You decide to go for simple and nonchalant, hoping to ease him into it. Even though he seemed interested in theory, in reality, seeing your girlfriend naked on the couch with something long and furry coming out of her ass might be a little shocking. So instead you just place the simple ears on your head, keeping on your lazy outfit; one of his big shirts and some thigh high stockings.

The ears are white, fuzzy and furry and soft to the touch. The insides are almost like a rougher version of baby pink suede, with tiny black hearts airbrushed into the material. Kind of reminds you of earrings a little.

Your tail is the same fur fabric, with a baby pink ribbon at the end to attach the complementary little plug the shop provided as a gift. The plug is a translucent, baby pink, glass one and it’s tiny. Thank god, because anal isn’t something you dabble in very often. It has a little ‘o’ shaped ring at the base, which is where you’ll tie the ribbon. You tuck those away in the drawer of his dresser that’s become yours the past few months, just as you hear his front door open.

You walk out and see a rather tired looking Jeongguk. He hums, pleased, into the kiss you greet him with and his hands come to your face, pet over your hair a little. He makes a small curious noise when he feels the headband.

He pulls away and finally looks you over, his eyebrows raising a tad when he sees your ears, and his eyes growing mischievous when sees the rest of you.

“You look cute,” he says casually, walking away from you. He taps your butt on his way to his kitchen. “Have you been here all day?”

You make an affirmative noise. “Was waiting for you.”

You tiptoe over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek on his back. You stay like that, attached to him as he wanders around the kitchen making something to eat. While his food is heating up he laughs softly, spinning around in your hold. He looks down at you, eyes narrowing playfully. One of his hands grips at your bum and the other grips at your jaw, squeezing so your lips push out in a guppy-like manner.

“A little needy today, hmm?” It sounds a little mean, like he’s making fun of you, but his gaze holds love and mirth.

“Yeah,” you nod, small hands grabbing at his shirt. You want it off. “Missed you.”

When you press yourself into him, boobs flush against his stomach, you hear him let out a satisfied little sigh, telling you he missed you too. His hands start to wander some more, slipping under his shirt to squeeze and pull at your cheek and you think that maybe he’ll be easy tonight, too exhausted to make you work for it after his long day. But he gingerly wiggles from your hold when the microwave beeps.

Until you grip his big hand in your small one, pulling him back to you with an indignant whine. He regards you with a quirked brow, a look of incredulity on his face even though he knows how you are and should be used to your antics by now.

Going with you until you’re hopping onto the kitchen table, he settles between your open legs giving you a wistful gaze that’s decorated with a knowing smile. His thumbs rub into the meat of your thighs until one comes to your kitten ears, rubbing the soft material between his fingers. He then pets at your head, cupping your cheek.

“You’re not being very good, are you?” he whispers, pinching your cheek a little. “Not being a very good pet? Hmm?”

It’s said patronizingly, but his tone, his choice of words- it makes your lashes flutter and a soft gasp sound from the back of your throat. When he presses the softest little kiss to your lips, you chase after him, locking your legs around his waist when he tries to get away again.

He laughs, shaking his head at you, cupping your face in his palms, jostling you like he’s trying to shake some sense into you. You just pout with your brows furrowed, impatient for his affection.

“What’s gotten into you? I was only gone for a couple hours and you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in days.”

You turn away from him with pink tinted cheeks and a scowl. “I just want it,” you say, tightening your legs around him, bringing you both closer, almost body to body.

“Want what?”

He already knows what, and is just being obnoxious. You can tell because he subconsciously pushes closer to you, and his tone has taken on that dreamy quality that it gets when he’s turned on. And when your hand drags down his body to touch him over his jeans you feel how he’s just a teensy bit hard in your tiny palm.

“Want you to fuck me,” you say quietly, squeezing him some, coaxing his cock into getting harder, little by little.

His hands pet at you some, and you push into the touch, and he pushes into yours. He’s always touchy with you, can’t ever keep his hands to himself most of the time, but you wonder if the circumstances are making him more conscious about it. If it’s deliberate when he rubs his hands over your arms, scratches at your head a little. You all but purr in his hold, getting a little more deliberate with your own touches. He’s not fully there yet, but the bulge in his jeans is obvious.

However, Jeongguk is in a mood, and is not giving in as easily as you thought he was going to.

“I will,” he says, squeezing at your waist. “But I’m hungry, haven’t eaten all day.”

You clamp your legs before he even starts to move away. Sounds like an excuse to you. “No, now,” you insist, bratty as always, hell bent on getting your way.

“I’m tired, chicken. I need fuel-”

Circling your arms around his neck, you kiss him so that he shuts up, slowly trailing your lips wherever you can, words sounding in between each peck, “That’s okay, we can go slow,” you try to sound cute, as if what you’re saying is a compromise and not a selfish way to get what you want, “haven’t done it like that in a while.”

You bring your lips back to his and kiss him like you mean it, like you’re trying to get him under your spell. He resists a little at first, but melts into your touch quickly enough, angling his head to kiss you deeper, to slip his tongue into your mouth. Pulling away, he sighs, placing chaste pecks on your cheeks, nose, everywhere.

“Get me there then,” he murmurs between kisses.

You let out a breathy giggle, giddy at getting your way, just like always. Bringing your hands from around his neck, you drop them to his pants. You undo the button and push at his tummy a bit so that he backs up enough for you to get his semi out.

He starts to plump up even more as soon as you get your hand around him, but Jeongguk stays quiet, gazing down as your small hand works over his growing length. After letting you pump him for a few seconds, he finally gives you his attention, a soft smile on his lips. He tucks a little bit of your hair behind your ear, eyes flicking to the kitty ones on your head once more. He leans in some, teases your with a kiss by rubbing his nose against yours, keeping his lips just out of reach.

“Both hands,” he whispers, smirking at the whimper you let out when he pulls away, withholding his kisses. He lets out a shaky breath when you comply, hands twisting under the crown on the upstroke. He’s just about fully hard when he says, “Spit on it.”

You work your jaw a little, gathering the spit before you drop your head and let it fall from your mouth down to his cock, stroking a bit quicker with the slick aid. You look at him, expectant of praise, having done what you were told, but he just drops his mouth open a little, a silent moan written on his features. You jut your bottom lip out, a complaint on the tip of your tongue.

“Shh,” he coos before you can, knowing exactly what he’s doing to you. The corners of his lips quirk up just a bit, like he thinks your need for praise is funny. A hand comes up to your face, his thumb wiping under your lip to get the little bit of drooly wetness that was left behind. He drags your bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb, before putting it in your waiting mouth.

You latch your lips around it, licking and sucking for him, as his eyes grow a little glassy and unfocused, his hips starting to barely thrust into your fists. His lashes flutter, and his head tilts back, reveling in your touch. He lets out a soft, airy, ‘Yeah’ that goes straight to your pussy.

“You’re ready,” you decide for him, speech a little gurgled around his thumb.

He laughs, hazy and turned on, taking his thumb out of your mouth and slapping your face lightly with his open palm. “You’re such a brat.”

You shrug, checking behind you to make sure there is nothing that can break on the table. When it’s all clear, you lean back, squirming a little so you're right on the edge, giving Jeongguk easy access.

He hums when he sees you laid out for him, his big hands wasting no time as they slip under his shirt that you have on, pushing it up to your armpits, your big tits pillowing into plush circles on your chest. Groaning, he brings his hands to them, squeezing them and jiggling them, mesmerized at the way they bounce back into place.

His hands and eyes then move down the rest of your body and you hear a quiet laugh.

“No panties?” he asks, glancing at you before his fingers come down to your pussy, spreading your plump folds open so he can see your tiny clit, and sweet, pink center, wet and shiny. He doesn't touch you there anymore than that though, his hands rubbing over your body again, like he can’t get enough of you. Can’t get over how soft and supple you are in his hold, arching for him eagerly. A hand covered in rings, runs down the outside of your thigh, over the white nylon material of your stocking.

You playfully bring your foot to his chest, toes wiggling and rubbing against his nipple. He lets out a tiny, unexpected moan, before he glares at you, gripping your ankle and pulling your foot away. He pauses when he sees a little bit of pink on the ball of your foot.

“Are those toe-beans?”

You giggle. “Yeah.” Your toes wiggle again.

He grins laughing a little to himself, bringing a hand down to grip his cock, stroking as his eyes rake over your body. “Not a chicken anymore, are you?” he asks, finally bringing his tip to between your pussy lips. He moves it up and down rubbing against your clit, spreading the wetness between your thighs around your cunt. “My pretty kitty tonight?” he muses thoughtfully.

You nod your head, wrapping your legs around him again to pull him closer, urging him to slip inside. He gives in,and you mewl as his cock slowly disappears into your pussy, the stretch a pleasant burn. When he pulls out, only to push right back in a bit farther this time, he sees how wet you are by the shine that follows.

He does that, fucks you slow, with long, steady thrusts. Every time he’s flush against you, you can see that small bulge in your tummy where his fat cock is filling you up. He brushes his fingers over it for a second, like he’s in awe of the way your petite frame takes him, just like every time you get him inside of you. Whenever he gives a particularly hard thrust, your tits bounce and the table knocks against the wall a little.

“Faster,” you moan, one of your hands playing with your nipple, the other just touching at him, fingertips on his tensed stomach.

He shakes his head, groans as he slides back in again. “Feels good like this.”

You huff a little. It does feel good, could probably cum with just his slow thrusts if you were patient. But you’re not, and even though you know you said you both could go slow tonight, you’re greedy and needy, and you just want more.

Before you can whine at him, he grips the hand you have on his tummy, pushing it down so that it's at your pussy. “Play with yourself, wanna watch,” his voice is quiet, a little rough.

You do as he says, bringing your fingers down to your opening, gathering a bit of your slick around his cock before rubbing over your clit. You start with tiny, little circles, slow like his thrusts. It feels good enough to aid the little simmer in your belly, making your arousal spike, your pussy tightening as his hips keep pushing into you. Your fingers start to work a little faster, the softest, airy moans that pitch up at the end fall from your lips. The kind that Jeongguk says always drives him crazy.

“Don’t cum, not until I do,” he pants, getting worked up, your cunt and your noises making his cock ache inside of you.

With movements faltering just a hint, you roll your eyes internally. He’s cruel and evil- he knew you were right there, just about to fall over the edge. You lick your lips a little.

“K,” you say.

You’re going to cum anyway, you decide, fingers going right back to that pace that gets you reeling.

You try to keep your telltale orgasm signs at bay. The way that your legs start to close on their own, like the pleasure is too much for you. The way that your breaths start to come out short and staccato, chest rising and falling. The way your brows furrow with concentration as you work to get there. How you let out the most pitiful whine, wanting nothing more than to cum with him inside you.

You do a piss poor job apparently, that or he knows you too well, because Jeongguk’s grabbing your hand again, this time keeping it in his grip and away from your cunt.

With a soft, whiny sob, you say, “Kookie, please-”

“You’re so bad,” he spits, a tiny laugh of disbelief in his tone. He swats at your pussy, not too hard, but enough to make you cry out softly, and try to close your legs. To little avail, he’s still inside you, between your legs, filling you up. “You were just about to cum even though I literally just told you not to.”

You turn away from him, a little flushed, embarrassed at being caught before you could even actually finish. He grips your face, fingers digging into the chub of your cheeks.

“No, look at me,” he says, “You just get so dumb when you get my cock inside you, don’t you?” He uses the hand he has on your face and makes you nod, like you’re agreeing with him. You give him a dirty look and try to get your face free, but he just squeezes tighter, making your eyes water. “Can’t even follow simple instructions?” He shakes your head. “Yeah I know you can’t. So fucking bad. Such a bad little pet.” He draws his cock out until just the swollen tip is still nestled inside before slamming back in.

It almost takes your breath away, how overwhelming full you feel. Tears well in your eyes from how good it is. Him being upset with you also makes tears fill your eyes. Even more than the painful hold his fingers have on you. But the pleasured tears and the ashamed tears are also mixed with angry, fussy tears. “You’re being selfish,” you spout.

Jeongguk looks at you for a moment, his hips slowing and his grip on your face loosening a bit. Then he just laughs at you. Balls deep, laughing at you like you’re the most pitiful thing he has ever seen.

“Shut up,” he tells you, eyes still smiling, thrusts picking up again. “You’re selfish, I wasn’t even home for 30 minutes before you were demanding my cock- you didn’t even let me eat. Spent hours and hours thinking about it, didn’t you?” He lets go of your cheeks and you frown, humiliated because he’s right. You know he’s waiting for an answer so you just barely nod. He smiles, satisfied. “Yeah, so dumb, that’s the only thing you ever think about.”

He brings his hand to your face again and you flinch a little, cheeks sore from his hold just a bit ago. He coos, smoothing his hand over the fingerprints that he left. “I’m going to cum first, and then you. Right? You want to be good, don’t you?” His voice sounds like he’s trying to explain something to a child, as his hand drags down your body until his thumb sneaks in between your folds, rubbing at your clit.

You buckle, a high pitched keen falling from your lips as your legs spread wider, your hands coming up to your knees and pulling them back. “Yeah,” you say, nodding. Mind a little hazy again, just wanting to appease him so he keeps his hands on you, so he’s proud of you. “Wanna be good. For you.”

“My sweet girl,” he whispers, his hips working skillfully into yours.

The praise makes you high, and you just know that you look like one of those lewd doujinshi girls with the flushed cheeks and the heart eyes. Huge tits bouncing every time he fucks into you, faster now, while he continues to play with your clit.

He moves your legs to his shoulders, and braces himself on the table so that he can ram his cock into you, bends you a little so that he can see the way your face twists as he fucks you deeper. You glance at your belly, looking for that bump, and god there’s something so hot about being able to see just how big he is, how he stuffs you to the absolute brim, every time he shoves his fat cock into your little cunt.

It makes you whine and grip at his forearms, nails digging into his flesh and he moans, head rolling back, hips snapping forward even faster like he’s starting to lose control. The tip of his cock kisses places inside of you that make you fuzzy in the head and his girth stretches you out so well, can feel every ridge of him against the sensitive walls of your pussy.

“Wait-” you say, a little panic lacing your dainty whine. “Slow down, gonna cum-”

“Don’t __, hold it,” he warns, moving your legs back to his waist. He does slow his thrusts a little, but he’s mean. He brings his fingers back to your clit, rubbing like he wants you to cum, like he knows you’re going to, despite his warnings.

“Please,” you whimper, hands coming down to grip at his wrist, “you gotta stop or I’m gonna-” you turn your head, bury your face into your shoulder, hiding from him. Your body is so tense with your effort to listen and be good for him, straining against the high that's quickly cornering you.

“Look at me, baby,” he says, sounds breathy and so turned on, but also like he’s amused, “You’re gonna what?”

God, he sounds so smug.

Your eyes are watery, and your flushed head to toe as you try to keep the rush at bay, but when you look at him and see his condescending smirk that matches his condescending tone, it does you in. Your walls clench around his cock and your clit is so sensitive and his touch is so good, you have no chance really.

“Gonna cum-” you cry, legs shaking, as your pussy starts to contract around him. Little pulses as you cream all over his length, high pitched moans coloring the air. You bring your hands to your face, covering yourself like you don’t want him to see as you wraith against the table,

Jeongguk sighs, like this is exactly what he wanted, like forcing you to cum on his cock is the most gratifying thing in the universe. He’s trying to keep from cumming himself, the clench of your hot, soaking cunt almost too much for him, but he focuses on you. The guilty way that you’re hiding from him while simultaneously working your cunt over him makes something short circuit in his brain, so fucking in love.

His thrusts start slowing down gradually along with his fingers so that he doesn’t overstimulate you, wanting to only make you feel good.

He tsks, once you’ve come down, body still thrumming with pleasure tremors as you lay on the table, his cock still throbbing inside of your pussy. “So naughty, baby.”

You giggle into the hands still over your face, a bit delirious. “Yeah, so naughty.”

Jeongguk starts fucking into you again, “Don’t seem like you’re sorry for not listening?”

“You made me, it's your fault,” you tell him, finally looking at him again with hazy cum-drunk eyes. Pawing at the shirt he’s somehow evading losing this whole time, you try to get your breathing under control. He takes it off without complaint and you hum at the sight and feel, his body lean and pretty, a little sweaty and hot under your hands.

He still sounds sweet, gentle as he tells you, “Hush, gonna pull my cock out and fuck your mouth if you keep talking.”

You laugh a little again. He’s the one that keeps asking you questions. Your orgasm has made you playful and carefree, just a little toy for him to play with now that he’s taken care of you. “Mmm, cum in my mouth?”

Jeongguk groans, and you can tell he’s getting close, his hands coming up to grip and play with your tits to get him there, as his hips start to lose their rhythm. “No way, you’re so spoiled and not even fucking sorry. And you never fucking learn. Not cumming inside you at all.” ”

That knocks you out of your afterglow quickly, “Wait, no,” you whine.

Your eyes search for his gaze, a little needy and panicked, but his eyes are closed, and his brows are furrowed, and you’re steadily ignored. The more lost in you that he gets, the more you want his cum. His grunts and groans that turn to needy whines make you keen, and his hands that tremble a little as they rub over your curves bring chills to your body.

“Fuck,” he moans, “You’re so rotten but your pussy is so good, gonna make me cum.”

“Inside me?” you chirp, trying again.

But he just shakes his head, bottom lip getting pulled between his teeth like he’s concentrating and trying to tune you out. Truly just using you for his pleasure as his blonde hair sways a little with every pump of his cock.

“Please, I want it, Kookie,” you whine.

“Don’t care,” he grits out, bringing a hand to your tummy, as he looks down his body to where his cock disappears into your pussy. He backs up some, getting ready to pull out and finish on you, as he brings himself as close to the edge as he can with your cunt. “I- Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he whispers, eyes squeezing shut.

As his hand moves from your belly to his cock, you act quickly. You wrap your legs around his waist again before he’s able to fully pull out, his tip still snug inside. Then you lock them behind him and pull him forward.

Jeongguk stumbles a little, his cock sliding right back in, quick and all the way to the hilt. He was so close before that that one last stoke into your wet cunt is all he needed to finish, to spill inside of you. His mouth falls open with a choked gasp and his face scrunching in pleasure. You moan with him as you feel the first hot shot of white paint your pussy, and the way he still milks himself inside, despite your fiendish ways, makes new waves of arousal settle in your lower belly.

When Jeongguk drowsily blinks his eyes open he’s met with your sheepish, very pleased with yourself smile.

“Sorry?” you say, charm turned on heavy.

He shakes his head at you, a smile playing on his lips as he tries to bite it down. He settles over you more, resting on his forearms, his cock still blanketed by your pussy. He nips your cheek as his fingers play with the white ears on your head. “Why don’t you ever listen, kitty?” He presses that smile he was trying to hide into the apple.

You giggle, his hair tickling you some, “Isn’t there a saying that’s like ‘don’t ask for permission, ask for forgiveness- it’s easier’?”

“You did ask, I said no,” his laugh melds with yours. “Gonna make you behave next time, be a good pet for me.”

You hum, running a hand through his hair, choosing to ignore his threats. “Want me to zap your food again? I bet it’s cold by now.”

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HELLO IT IS I, the procrastinator!! but here it is!! back to your regularly scheduled smut, and not soul crushing angst!! i hope you liked it <3 also sorry for splitting it into parts i just havent posted in foreverrr... also the pet play aspect is going to be rather light even in the next part, so if you are unsure of it do not fear!! please do all the things if you enjoyed: reblog, like, comment, share, send an ask~~ as always, i love talking to you guys :*

omg also thanks for helping me hit another milestone as well as a mini one on top of that!! :o

also also, this is what oc was wearing!! soooo cute <3

okie bye ily muah!!

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sinfulwrites · 2 years

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I am happy to be your fairy, I am staying here for a while don't worry! And maybe at some point... I'll take the anon off and you can see who the horny fairy is, BUT until then!

Here I am 🦋💤

And I am here you make you and everyone else who reads feel the tinges.

And now that I know that I have the power to make you fall for any slasher with my magic I will now get you hooked on who I'm currently horny for...

The lost boys

4 idiot vampires that are just constantly horny

David isn't soft by any means, the is the leader and will have you kneeling before him because he wants it.

He loves to fix your bratty behavior, he will have you on your knees in seconds his cock down your throat as he tells you to swallow every drop, he likes to be called master and won't respond to anything else.

You are gonna listen to what he tells you are you are gonna do it, why? Well you wanna be a good girl, don't you? You wanna get praised, don't you? You want your pussy stuffed, don't you?

" next time you wanna be a brat, remember I'll always put you back in your fuckin' face slut"

Paul is a sweetheart, he is the one you go to when you feel like pegging a whine little bitch.

He lets out the sexiest whines you will ever hear, and he begs so prettily too💓 please hold his head and shove his face into your pussy, he loves being pushed around.

Tell him he's a dirty slut that should be grateful to be eating you out, he'll cum right then and there for you 😏

"Please, please let me cum! I'll be good! I'll be a good boy please mistress- AHH!~~"

Dwayne is usually a quiet strong type, and he is the softest dom in the world. Unless you tease him to the point of snapping but that's a story for another day 😏 you go to him when you wanna show your good girl side 100%

He loves to sing you sweet praises," such a good girl for me baby~" or "you like this cock? You like when I spread your little pussy over my cock?" And maybe "oh fuck~ yes honey just like that, take it a little deeper- yes~ yes just like that princess~"

He loves giving rewards too! he'll eat your pussy for hours if you ask nicely baby~ you want some cum? Ok come here and sit on this pillow and he'll give you some cum ok princess? You want your pussy slapped with his cock? Lay back honey, enjoy how good he's gonna make you feel~

"God you feel so good baby~ let me fill you with my cum princess come here~"

Marko, this man... This man is the one you go to you are feeling like the brattiest nastiest whore.

He loves you being a brat! He loves it! And not like David, he isn't going to try and put you in your place no no no no no honey, he wants to see if you can keep up!

Get over here and let him suck on your tits, come here and let him facefuck you tile your face covered in his cum. He wants to see your makeup running down your face and your crying from coming far too many times that at this point you've squirted more than once and you can't keep your legs down THEN he'll be happy and even then he won't stop sucking on your puffy sore clit.

Go on do your worst you little whore; Slap him, pull his hair, tell him he's your fucking slut and he'll do the same right back at you. And FUCK ME HE HAS THE SWEETEST PRETTIEST FUCKING MOANS!!

"Fuck! Com'on fuckin' whore! Show me what you've got! Don't start your crying down! Take my cock down your throat like the good slut you are!~"

And on the days when you're all up and horny... It's a free for all honey!

David is watching and mocking your whimpers telling you how pretty you look right now~

Paul is there playing with your tits, sucking your nipples while whining about wanting to eat your pussy but has to wait for his turn~

Dwayne is splitting your pussy on his cock, a ring of his cum forming around the base of his cock with the slick wet slaps sounds~

Finally, Marko, he has his cock shoved down your throat, moaning with a giggle when you gaged and chocked on his cock~

By the end of the night, all the boys are cuddling you. Praises and soft kisses and Dwayne softly cleaning you off, you were covered in cum~ not just your body and face but all of your holes just leaking cum~

I eagerly wait the horny fairy reveal, I gotta know who's spoiling me with so many ideas 👀

Forgive me, my fairy god parent, I fell asleep 😩

But what a pleasant thing to wake up too... 👀💦

I haven't watched the movie with the Lost Boys either, but... 🥴

Vampires? Horny vampires? Uggn 😩💦

The idea of teasing Paul... 🥴 Riding him and then suddenly hanging my pussy over his cock, making him cry and buck his hips, but when he tries to grab my hips I'll just smack his hands away. Gotta ask nicely, Paul... 😏 Mnggh, and shoving his head between my legs? 🥴 Get down there where you belong, Paul, and I better not hear any complaints or I'm gonna turn the vibrator up inside you...

Good to know David would keep me in my place though... 🥴 Yes master, I'll be your good girl...

Mmgh, but I also got a soft spot for soft doms... And someone I can be a brat with?! And I get to have all four of them?!

Now you're just spoiling me rotten 😩💦

And orgy with them sounds like heaven... 🥴 Having my tits kissed and smacked around, getting my throat fucked, pussy ate... They sure know how to please a girl, don't they? 👀💦

And to top it all off, they'll give me kisses afterwards? I'm sold 🤤

#asks #🦋💤 anon #love a man who will eat my pussy and let me fuck his ass 😩💦#equal rights in this house #a peg for a peg

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skiller0dani · 3 years

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Sinful | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | sub!spencer x bau!reader requests info summary | when spencer decides to let the witness flirt with him, you decide to have some fun of your own with derek. it becomes obvious that it's a mistake.

this was sitting in my drafts unedited!! I'm still trying to finish up Amortentia part 2 & the Ethan AU. They'll be up I promise, until then.. enjoy Sub!Spencer! This is my first real stab at a dom reader so I hope I did okay. I've read fics about face slapping as a kink and I just wanna let you guys know that I am not comfortable writing that so I probably never will include that.

Also I hate saliva so I probably wont write about spitting either. Sorry lololol

thanks @imagining-in-the-margins for the inspiration! (was totally inspired by "messy lessons" if you guys haven't read it...you should!)

At first you doubted he knew what he was even doing.

At first.

Maybe he wasn't trying to get in her pants, and maybe he wasn't trying to lead her on. But he was still letting her shamelessly flirt with him. You'd been with the FBI for years and made the silly mistake of assuming that working in the same department as your boyfriend would make things easier on you. Being able to see him everyday is a definite plus, seeing him in danger every time you're in the field is definitely not a plus. Watching a busty blonde witness flirt with him is certainly not a plus, especially when he lets her throw herself into his chest. Supposedly "distraught" but you see the cheeky smile peeking at the corner of her lips.

You see the thing about Spencer that nobody except for you knows, is that deep down he's a very naughty boy. The little mischievous glint in his eyes when his eyes meet yours from across the interrogation room proved that. You were professional however, so you were forced to stand by and watch him comfort her. Bitch.

"C-Could you get me some water?" Her voice was shaky, you still didn't buy it.

"Sure, Doctor-"

"Agent Y/L/N if you wouldn't mind?" Spencer's much more dominating voice cut through yours. Your eyebrows flew up as you shared a millisecond stare down with him. You could see the playful look in his eyes, flashed by the brattiest smile you'd ever seen grace his lips. Your lips stretched in a tight smile before you nodded and turned out of the room.

When JJ joined you near the kitchenette she opened her mouth to say something, but once she'd noticed you white knuckle gripping the faucet handle she changed her mind. She continued with whatever she was doing, not looking at you. It was a tense few minutes until she turned out of the room. While everyone in the BAU knew you and Spencer were together, it was easy for them to forget seeing as you never acted as a couple at work. For obvious reasons. Only in moments of danger, like when Spencer's helicopter went down and there were panicked tears streaming down your cheeks did they remember that you were in fact, together.

Apparently your usually good boy seems to have forgotten who he belongs to as well. The sight you returned to left tendrils of anger licking at the pit of your stomach.

"Oh really, that is so cool! I'll bet you're so strong!" The witness had perked up considerably since you'd left the room. Her hand reached up to curl at his bicep, and he didn't stop her. What a brat. Spencer sat next to her rather than across from her at the table, presumably to console her. Spencer beamed at her praise, an action you did not miss.

"Yeah, actually FBI agents are required to pass a variety of physical exams to insure they're physically healthy enough to chase down an unsub if need be-"

"Here's your water." Your voice was tense and you had to resist the urge to "accidentally" spill the water on her as you set the glass down. You didn't meet Spencer's eye as he stood to follow you out of the room. You could see the naughty façade fading as soon as he'd left the room.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft and his big brown eyes wide when you turned to glance at him. Your heart melted at the sight of those sad puppy dog eyes but you're not going to give in when baby boy broke so many rules.

"Shush." Is all you say, your voice sharp. You're not going to hide the fact that you're mad at him. And you're going to stay mad at him, no matter how cute he is.

"Yes ma'am." Spencer mumbles as he follows you towards the room Hotch is waiting in with the whiteboard. You try your hardest to focus on whatever Hotch is saying but all you can think about is that stupid witness pressing her chest up against Spencer, and the fact that he was practically bathing in the attention she gave him. You hated the fact that Spencer was getting exactly what he wants, he lives for your punishments. In a way, punishing him was also rewarding him but it was rewarding for you too.

After vaguely remembering Hotch asking for Spencer, you watched him scramble forward. You don't miss the fact that he nearly stops to ask for your permission to do so, you have him trained so well. A smile quirks at the corner of your mouth and you almost feel like forgiving him until Hotch speaks again.

"Reid, I want you to take Allison Calloway home..." he lists off where the rest of you will go but at that point you're no longer listening. You hear Hotch pair your name with Derek, which sparks a wicked idea in your head. He's having Spencer take the witness home? Is the world punishing you? You see Spencer steal one nervous glance at you before rushing to get Allison. You tongue your cheek before reluctantly following Derek out of the precinct.

You and Derek were apparently instructed by Hotch to go investigate the second crime scene, where a young man with his hands missing was found earlier this morning. You peek at Derek out of the corner of your eye, Derek is one of your close friends and he knows more than he should about yours and Spencer's...extracurricular activities. He seems to be in a good mood today, and he's unlikely to think anything of it. He'll definitely tell Spencer about it, which is sort of what you're hoping for. While this is hardly the place for you to "come on" to Derek, you're willing to do it. Spencer needs a taste of his own medicine.

"Odd, that the unsub removes the hands but repositions the watch around the victims ankle." Derek muses, his hand coming up to scratch at the stubble on his chin. Luckily the officers sent to patrol the crime scene are nowhere nearby. You circle Derek, trying to formulate the perfect sentence in your mind. It can't be too much, but definitely enough for him to inform Spencer. Derek is used to more lewd phrases coming from yours and Penelope's mouth, so surprising him enough to tattle to your boyfriend will be a challenge.

It can't be anything that would hurt Spencer however.

Derek views Spencer as his little brother and would never hurt him, and you wouldn't want to hurt Spencer either this is all in good filthy fun. It has to be a little risky, but not so risky that Derek would prefer keeping it from Spencer to protect him. If its too much Derek will approach you directly about it which would be humiliating and would entirely miss the point. This is a very delicate operation.

"Oh Derek, have you been working out?" You decide to take the easy route, adding a dash of sultry to your tone.

"Occasionally." Derek doesn't turn his head towards you, you haven't quite captured his attention yet.

"Firm is a good look on you." You tease, you'll need to ease him into it because he's going to have the wind knocked out of him when you finally lay it on him.

"Easy girly, you're venturing into dangerous territory." You hear the lilt to his tone letting you know that he's joking. You need to push it further.

"No I'm serious," you need to tread very carefully. You don't want to ruin a friendship you still want to keep, "it's a really good look on you."

Derek turns to you then, an eyebrow raised as he watches you trail your eyes down his body. While Derek isn't a bad looking guy, he doesn't even come close to comparing to your beautiful boy. Spencer is easily the cutest and sexiest man you've ever had the privilege of standing in the same room with.

"What's with you?" He asks, keeping the smile on his face so he doesn't alert you that he's concerned. You're on the right track but if you leave it here Derek will let it go. You need to drop that mini bomb on him, just a little more. You trail a finger down his shoulder, towards his bicep.

"Nothing, just admiring the view. The big, strong, sexy, view. What I wouldn't give to have you in bed Derek Morgan." There's the bomb. Your words have an immediate effect over him. The half-lidded sultry look in your eyes is enough for him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Usually he can tell if you're joking but now he really can't tell. He's speechless, which doesn't happen to Derek Morgan very often.

"Y/N..."

"Call me if you wanna take me up on my offer." You send a wink at him before turning to head towards the black SUV. That should be enough for him to tattle.

When you return to the precinct, you watch with pleased eyes as Derek immediately pulls Spencer into a side room. Derek briefly glances at you, and you send him a smile but do not receive on in return. You don't think anything of it, Derek will get over it eventually with an explanation. You watch carefully as Derek begins to speak and an unreadable expression crosses onto Spencer's face, you expect he's just absorbing what Derek is telling him. Any minute now that look will cross onto his face, those dark eyes that warn you that you've officially annoyed him.

Derek keeps speaking, you can see his lips moving. What are they talking about? It shouldn't be taking this long. You're too far away to really make out their faces, so you subtly sneak closer when Spencer's eyes flash to meet yours and you gasp. There is no anger on his face, no playful annoyance, instead you see pain. Hurt. Betrayal. Derek tries to reach out to grab Spencer but the door to that side room opens and Spencer comes rushing out of it. Not bothering a side glance at you as he makes his hasty exit.

"I was only kidding." You explain quickly as Derek emerges. He doesn't look amused.

"It was too far Y/N. He's crushed." Derek snaps, brushing past you. Immediately you turn and exit the precinct, quickly finding Spencer tucked away in a secluded corner. He's sitting against the building, his head tucked into his knees and the absolute worst part is the fact that he's softly crying. You kneel in front of him in an instant, although you're not sure what to even say.

"Oh baby boy, I was only kidding. I didn't mean it, I said it because you flirted with that blonde witness!" You explain in a hurry, trying to reach out to take him in your arms. Spencer resists, instead lifting his head to look at you. His eyes are glossy and red rimmed, "kidding?"

"Yes precious, I was kidding."

"But Derek is more...attractive then I am." Spencer whimpers softly. You reach forward to firmly grasp Spencer's chin, ensuring he looks at you.

"Spencer Walter Reid you look at me," You order, and hesitantly Spencer lifts his watery eyes to meet yours. "There is not a single person who is more attractive then you are, you are flawless."

"But deep down you want Derek-"

"I was kidding Spencer. I only want you, my good boy." You purr, and you see a shiver run down his spine. You lean forward to press your lips to his before your thumbs come up to swipe away your tears.

"I'm not a good boy, I don't deserve it." Spencer whimpers once you help him stand up. Even though you're looking up at him, it's still very clear that you're the one in charge. "I flirted with Allison."

"You're right, you haven't been very good have you? I'm sure you'll make it up to me in the hotel room." You smile pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. He nods immediately, it warms your heart.

"I love you." Spencer whispers after he catches your hand as you're about to open the door. You press a kiss to his palm, "I love you precious."

You could feel the nerves rolling off of him when you opened the door to your shared hotel room. The door shut with a soft click as you kicked off your shoes. Spencer remained at the hotel room door curled in on himself and wringing his hands together. You have to hide the smile as you shed your jacket from your shoulders, beginning to reach for your jeans when you pause. You take a seat on the bed, watching Spencer eye you carefully from his spot by the door.

"Come here." There isn't a question in your tone, it's more of an order. An order Spencer hastily obeys as he scrambles to stand before you.

"Undress me." You instruct, and Spencer kneels immediately to grab at the hem of your shirt. He carefully lifts the fabric off your body and tosses it aside before reaching around your body to unclip your bra. "No touching baby boy, you were naughty remember?" You snapped, and you saw him turn his head down in shame before turning his attention towards your pants. He unbuttons your jeans and helps pull them down your legs. Spencer's breath gets caught in his throat when his eyes land on your clothed pussy.

"Like what you see precious? Maybe if you were a good boy and didn't let that woman run her hands all over you, maybe I'd let you touch." You purr watching the disdain in his eyes when he realizes what his punishment is going to be.

"Tell me the truth baby boy, did you let her touch you in the car?"

He nods, but that's not good enough for you. You reach down to roughly palm him through his slacks.

"I said did you let her touch you?" You punctuate every word with a gentle squeeze around his cock. Finally, Spencer seems to find his voice.

"Y-Yes!"

"Where? Show me where she marked what's mine." You hiss, not even attempting to disguise your frustration. Spencer lifts one hand to his chest and trails it down his stomach, dangerously close to the hem of his pants before thankfully he stops.

"You let her touch you, this close to your cock?" You snap, tearing your hand away from him.

"I-I'm sorry!" He stammers, his eyes wide and his hands resting on the tops of his thighs. Boy does he look pretty on his knees before you. Not pretty enough for mercy however. There's a pleading look in his eyes, and a desperation. A desperation to please you.

"Make it up to me." You snap and as soon as the words leave your lips, Spencer's fingers are curling around the waistband of your underwear and tearing them off your body.

"Y-Yes ma'am." You lean back on your elbows as Spencer lowers his head between your legs, his eyes flickering to yours briefly. With a nod of your head, Spencer is delving between your legs with the enthusiasm of sex deprived teenager. Your head tosses back immediately as you feel his tongue licking thick stripes over your entrance. He continues to lap at you, his tongue teasing your entrance before he returns to his heavy licking. You moan softly, your fingers digging into his curls and pulling his head closer.

"Just like that, you're being such a good boy." You praise through breathy moans, and Spencer can feel his chest swell with pride. He loves being your good boy. But he isn't your baby boy all the time, sometimes, with a bit of coaxing, he becomes daddy. Spencer reaches up to prod a finger at your entrance before he's sinking in knuckle deep, his mouth curling around your clit. Spencer pumps on finger, to stretch you a little before slowly working a second finger into your suffocatingly tight heat.

"Yes Spencer, don't stop." You beg, feeling yourself climbing closer to reaching the peak, especially when his tongue flicks expertly against your clit while his fingers pump steadily into you. "Oh God, my good boy-" You praise again, and this time Spencer moans against you. Your toes curl as the vibrations send a course of pleasure through you, you've got to make him do that again.

"Do you like being my good boy Spencer? My good, obedient boy. So eager to please me, to make me feel good. And you do, you make me feel so good because you're such a good, good, boy." Your heavy praise causes Spencer to release a low groan, and the feeling is enough to launch you over the edge. Spencer keeps pumping is fingers into you, his tongue swirling soft circles over your clit to help you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped jerking, you finally pull him off you.

"I forgive you precious, but unfortunately I still have to punish you." You inform him as you pull him back up to his feet. You hear him whine as you push his chest to lay him back against the bed.

"Do you have to?"

"Are you talking back to me baby boy?"

"N-No!" He squeaks instantly, his cheeks painted red. You stand over him, laying beneath you and you can't fight the soft moan that escapes your lips upon seeing him. His hair is disheveled from you raking your fingers through his, his brown eyes are wide and innocent as he looks up at you, and his cheeks are dusted such a beautiful shade of pink.

"Take off your clothes precious, I want to see all of you." You instruct, and you love the shy look on his face as he reaches up to remove his shirt. You let your eyes shamelessly roam his body as he slowly exposes more skin to you. Despite having been together for a few years now, Spencer is still incredibly insecure. Deep down he's worried you'll grow tired of him. Worried that you'll seek out other men despite being with him. Spencer is worried he's not enough to keep you interested. Which is wildly untrue, it's already been over 3 years and if anything you become more interested as time goes on.

"So beautiful baby boy, your body is a work of art." You breathe under your breath. Spencer blushes even deeper then he was before as he nervously fidgets underneath. You swing your legs on either side of his waist, your palms on the bed next to his head. "Your punishment, precious boy," your hands drift to his that are resting on your hips, "is that you can't touch me." You finish, moving his hands to the bed.

Spencer's eyes widen as his head drops back. A whine escapes his lips, but like a good boy, he grasps tightly at the sheets. You reach between your bodies to grasp his cock, pressing the head against your entrance before you teasingly lower onto him. Spencer's eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of your velvety walls around him- it's almost too much for the poor boy. It doesn't help that it's been a few weeks since you two last had sex, meaning you're tighter then you normally are. In fact you're so tight that Spencer can't even breathe properly while he's stretching you open.

"Oh baby boy, you feel absolutely wonderful. Your cock stretches me open so good." You purr, your hands landing on his chest for leverage so you can bounce on him faster. Spencer whimpers softly, the feeling is overwhelming, you can tell he's struggling to contain himself. Your hair drifts down your back when you throw your head back, his cock hitting places deep inside you.

"Getting close," You moan and Spencer knows that's his cue to reach down and begin rubbing circles over your clit. As soon as his thumb makes contact you're moaning loudly, your free hand digging into his hair to hold onto tightly. "Yes Spencer, yes." The phrase becomes a chant you repeat in your head over and over again. Spencer continues to rub you, desperate to help you find your release. When you slam down on him again, his cock hits the place deep inside you that makes your toes curl. You cum instantaneously, your body nearly falling top of Spencer's from the sheer force of it. Spencer's arms come up to steady you, offering shallow thrusts into you to chase his own release.

"Y/N...c-can I?" His voice is wrought, and you smile weakly.

"Yes precious, you can cum." As soon as you give him permission, he's cumming in hot gushes into you, his face buried in your neck. You run your hand down his back as his heart rate slows back to normal, and Spencer's arms stay curled around your waist.

"Spence?"

"Hm?" You can hear the lazy drawl in his voice that lets you know he's getting very sleepy.

"Don't ever break my rules again, or your punishment will be much worse."

"Yes ma'am." You press a kiss to his lips before pulling off him, and curling yourself into his side.

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer x y/n #criminal minds #bau #sub!spencer #dom!reader #criminal minds smut #mdlb relationship

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randomfanner · 4 years

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Diasomnia NSFW Headcanons

Last dorm! Though there are gonna be a few more headcanons for staff and RSA.

Malleus Draconia

Soft! Very soft! most of the time.

Loves to have slow passionate sex, don’t get him wrong at all. It is so wonderful to see all of the expressions you make as he goes slow....

However the dragon does have lots of fangs.

To start, two dicks. He can use magic to edit the appearance or turn it into just one, and the first time you have sex he does it to not freak you out too much.

POSSESSIVE SEX. He doesn’t get jealous often, but when he does oh boy does the dragon in him come out.

During both soft sex and more heated sex he might accidentally let out breathes of fire.

Small, small thing for tying your hands above your head.

Will fuck you in abandoned building no shame. None at all.

He does his best with aftercare... He isn’t always the greatest but he does what he can.

Lilia Vanrouge

Did someone say little shit in bed? Because here he is. He is either the most teasing dom in the world or the brattiest sub.

Oh he lets you pick you poison, he will not fight you over what you want to be at all, if you are more of a dom he will happily be your bratty lil sub, if you want to be a sub he will be your crackhead dom. Want to be a switch? Fine by him!

Biting. He likes to bite in either position.

Now how is he a brat I bet you are wondering? Oh he makes snarky comments, will stop licking you right before you cum, pretend like he is going to dom. All sorts of things.

As a dom he will edge you for hours then send you crying into overestimation

Loud. Very loud. He wants you to be loud and he is even louder.

Has the weirdest fucking sex toys. Also brings the weirdest magic to bed.

Also totally the horniest character.

He is pretty good at aftercare actually due to the fact he can teleport.

Silver

Power bottom all the fucking way.

You can act like a brat and he will honestly just let you. You are cute either way.

Give him a blowjob in his sleep and he will lose it. He adores it all the way.

Cockwarming, he loves to be cockwarmed as he falls asleep. It is so comforting.

Very gentle if he ever does top. Treats you like glass.

Probably figured out a spell to make it so you two can have sex well you sleep and cuddle together.

I should note the idea of fucking you well you sleep is rather appealing to him. So expect that, he does take it slow and carefully.

Super quiet and it can be hard to tell if he is into it but I promise you, he is.

Cuddly, super cuddly in aftercare but will not let you clean up. You need to cuddle with him instead.

Sebek Zigvolt

Really repressed and an innocent boy. So confused the first time he pops a boner.

Probably a bit more of a bottom but he likes to say he is a switch.

Really easy to boss around and get to be whatever you want. Likes being whatever you ask.

The only rule he has is the picture of Malleus does not come down during sex.

As a dom he tries to act like a tough dom, like holy shit does he try.

But he just c a n t. He will try to insult you but it ends up turning into praise.

Really bad at keeping quiet so you might need to get him to bite you.

Has a SHIT ton of energy, dude can go for a good few hours before he feels even a bit tired.

He seems like he’d be good at aftercare. He really does.... one time he managed to pour an entire tea tray into your lap.

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mugiw4ra · 3 years

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Yours and Mine.

The Joker doesn't take kindly to those who disobey him. You're his queen, and he expects much, much better of you.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, BDSM, bondage, sub/dom relationship, female reader.

6k+ words // AO3

Long story short (heh), this is basically the Doffy x Reader fic I've always wanted to read, so I took the bull by the horns and wrote it instead. I'd be down to write a few follow-up chapters, maybe bring Law into the mix. I really love this dynamic of Doflamingo being Doflamingo and having the brattiest Queen under his wing. I loved writing this and yes, it's a bit long, but I promise it pays off! xxx

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The warm sun kissed your skin as you strode through the royal gardens. As common with your previous visits to the King of Dressrosa, there appeared to be fewer staff attending the castle the closer you reached the front gates. You couldn’t even sense the presence of Doffy’s makeshift family, and your observation haki almost never failed you. Not having to look at Trebol and the annoyance of the rest of his crew was a relief to say the least. The black longcoat you wore to preserve your decency billowed behind you, and your velvet pink stilettos clicked on the brick pavement with every step you took. You were a queen coming home to claim your king as a prize for your spoils of war, and damn if you didn’t look the part. While he wasn’t a faithful partner, you were seen among his allies as the only weakness he’d ever been clumsy enough to expose. You were invaluable to him, and the respect he gave you may have been the only dead giveaway.

The guards manning the towering front gates stiffened as you approached. They pulled the doors open without hesitation, and bowed as you passed. You gave them the slightest wave and fought back the smugness on your face. After years of being involved with Doflamingo, the feeling of being on top of the world was still something you hadn’t gotten quite used to.

The courtyard was empty. The smell of roses hit your nostrils before you were able to take in the rest of your surroundings and it felt like a sigh of relief. It had been far too long since you’d visited this beautiful kingdom. A bubbling fountain sat idly in the center, and if you didn’t have an impatient warlord waiting in the next room you could have spent the entire afternoon right there. The entire castle was magical, but this was your favorite spot. It was so serene, and the warmth this place held was such a stark contrast against the power that loomed deeper within the stone walls. As you neared the halls connecting to the throne room, your stomach began to somersault in anticipation. You hadn’t seen Doflamingo in months, and if his family were nowhere to be seen, he had only one thing in mind for your arrival. He could never be bothered to give you a proper greeting, but you didn’t need one. It meant more to you to keep him waiting, the anticipation leading up to something he could never get tired of. Your heeled footsteps echoed through the halls. There were no guards to open doors for you this time, but the grand throne room doors opened regardless. You passed through the egress without changing pace.

At the end of the long room sat the man in pink on his majesty’s throne. The cathedral ceiling and tall windows illuminated him, and you smirked as he looked you up and down without saying a word. You shrugged the jacket to the crook of your arms to reveal bare shoulders, exposing a skin tight strapless black dress that just barely covered your assets. Doffy sat with one leg slung over the arm of his elaborate chair and sunglasses hung low on his nose. A grin spread across his cheeks, and a faint blush teased at yours. You kept his eyes on his as you drew closer, not losing your composure.

“Little flower,” he growled, the deepness in his voice never failing to send shivers up your spine. You’d be lying if you denied the warmth in your center hadn’t already begun to pool.

”You’ve been absent for far too long.”

“I hate to keep you waiting,” You purred. “Your enemies are getting pesky. If you keep pissing them off the way you do, you’ll have to do a bit more than wait if you want me back sooner.”

The back-handed sass was not warmly welcomed.

“Oh, really? Have you weakened, little one? You don’t think you’re up for the simple task of keeping my kingdom peaceful anymore?” His voice began to rise, and while he was obviously toying with you, you began to feel smaller and smaller.

You scoffed at him, and Doflmaingo’s grin grew wider as you drew closer. You were eye level with his bare chest now, just nearing the foot of his throne.

“And what would you do with me then, captain?” Your voice was low and seductive. You tread these waters carefully. “Drown me? Slice me in two? Throw me off the island and hunt me down?” You crawled onto his lap slowly, with your legs on either side of his waist, forcing his leg to come down and sit properly. You could already feel the bulge in his skin-tight pants as his pink feathered jacket brushed kisses on your bare thighs. He swiftly pulled the coat off your back and let it fall to the floor. You took his hand and formed a makeshift gun with his fingers, holding the barrel under your chin to look up at him helplessly. “Shoot me down?”

His booming voice quieted, and you could feel the steady breaths of the monster in front of you rise and fall in his chest. The muscles in his stomach rippled as he moved against you.

“Stop giving me reasons.”

He snatched your wrist that touched his hand and held it above your head, rendering your entire right half useless. His strength was unfathomable and struggling against it, despite your own power, was useless.

“So confident,” He spoke sternly. “So gutsy. All this time, and that fire in you still burns. What do we make of that? How do we punish one that refuses to behave?”

Doflamingo’s grin was inches from your lips and you ground down onto him, stifling a whimper. After so long, this was quickly becoming all too much. His power, his voice ever teasing and taunting you, his strong hands binding you and holding you back. His length sitting directly between your legs growing with every move you made.

His eyes travelled the length of your body. Doflamingo released your arm and with one swift motion, stood and slung you over his shoulder. One hand gripped your now exposed ass firmly while he made the route to his king’s quarters.

You were comfortable enough with him to giggle as you settled into place on his back.

“I thought I kept you waiting!” You taunted, “We have to go somewhere more comfortable? Really?”

His vice grip on you relaxed a bit, enough for him to turn and glance at you.

“I have something special planned for my disobedient queen. Impatient? Really?” A chuckle escaped his lips.

After making your way through his library, you ended up in the bedroom you shared. Yes, you had your own wing of the castle but he liked your company more than he often cared to admit. He would summon you here at times, only to sip wine and sit in his arms while he read aloud and mused at the latest world news. You would sit and listen, give in to his desires, and enjoy having him all to yourself. You were, after all, more than happy to be at his whim.

The large room had more floor to ceiling windows along with beautiful opened french doors that connected to a balcony. White curtains fluttered in the breeze that breathed life into the space. The bed was the centerpiece of the room, one that was truly fit for a king. Where plush pillows and fluffy duvets once sat were now silk sheets and two or three ordinary pillows. The simple bed made a clear statement: nothing was going to get in the way.

Doflamingo quite literally threw you onto the mattress, and with your hair haphazardly falling in your face, you kicked off your no longer needed heels. You smiled up at him, admiring his features that you missed as he unbuckled the belt on his jeans.

“Where were we? Ah, yes,” he hissed. “Apparently you’ve forgotten how little I tolerate sass. That’s something we’re going to have to fix.”

His gaze turned cold as he folded the belt in two and pulled a chair from the nearby table. Out of thin air, his silky white strings appeared at your wrists and tugged them together in front of you to form a perfect, unbreakable knot.

“Why you become such a little brat when you come back to me is curious.” Your wrists pulled forward, forcibly yanking you upright to sit up straight at the edge of the bed. “It’s almost as though you enjoy this.”

You peered over at him while he slid off his feathered coat, expertly hanging it on the back of the chair. Admiring every inch of the tanned skin you longed for, the warmth between your legs grew stronger and spread throughout your lower half. You were at his mercy, and you’d eat up every second of it. You arched your back and let your bound wrists fall between your legs. The scant dress nearly falling off of you slid further down your chest as you sat up, just barely revealing more of your chest. Not paying you much mind, Doffy found his place in the chair.

“I like pushing your buttons.” You smiled mischievously, “I like that I’m afraid of you and how much that makes me want you. You’re dangerous, and the fact you haven’t killed me yet means I get to keep coming back to this.” You gestured vaguely with your now useless hands.

This earned you yet another tug at the wrists, now pulling you up and towards him without hesitation. Doffy gazed up at you, with a vile look of hunger smeared across his face.

“If I killed you, I wouldn’t get to do this to you. I wouldn’t get to see your adorable little ass walk into my castle like you own the place, I wouldn’t get to see you beg, and I wouldn’t get to fuck you into submission because of it. You belong to me, and you shouldn’t take that lightly.”

You moaned at his words and with a hot breath passing your lips, he pulled you forward yet again to bend you over his knee. He tilted his head down to speak low and clear into your ear.

“Now, why am I punishing you, little flower?”

A hand gently pushed your dress up around your waist to reveal pink lace, a sight that did not go unnoticed by the man looming over you. He took a moment to toy with your lingerie, grabbing at your ass and letting his fingers just barely brush between your legs. You quivered at his touch.

“I kept you waiting.” You smirked.

Until a strong hand ferociously met your behind. The power behind the strike jolted you forward, and you cried out in both surprise and pain. The chair shifted beneath you. You were sure it was going to leave a bruise.

“Wrong. Try again.” He massaged the angry skin with care, letting your tense muscles relax.

“I disrespected you.” You sighed against his thigh, your breath now hot and heavy as you waited in anticipation for another blow.

“I have never questioned your respect for me. I have never doubted your loyalty.” The look of confusion was torn for your face as quickly as your lace panties were ripped off of you. He warms you up this time, slowly rubbing the spot on your ass before giving another devastating blow to your other cheek. You cried out again, more of a moan this time. He was enjoying this. You could feel him straining against his pants underneath you. You whimpered at his touch. “Again.”

“I gave you attitude. I was rude and disobedient, and for that I’m sorry.” Your voice was rough and shaky, your entire lower half trembling from sizzling pain and arousal.

“Finally. You’re supposed to be smart, my queen. But how do I know you’re truly sorry?” He teased. Another finger brushed against the length of your slit. “How do I know you won’t come home to me again and give me another headache?”

You stifled another moan. His touch felt like fire and all you wanted was more. You’d waited long enough.

“You’re already so wet for me. You expect me to do something about it when you act the way you do?” The binds around your wrists tightened as if to drive his point home. “You think I’m done teaching you this lesson?” You groaned as he prodded at your center once more. “I’m going to spank you again, much harder, and we’re not going to repeat this again. Do you hear me?”

You nodded.

Strings appeared again in front of your face this time, wrapping around your head to form a makeshift gag. You were able to bite down, and were grateful. It wasn’t out of restraint this time, but out of care. This was going to hurt.

“I think we’ll do three. Bare, with the belt, and you’d be wise not to stifle whatever noise I rile out of you.” He lowered to your ear once more.

“If you need a break, kick me.” He gestured his foot behind yours.

You nodded once more in recognition.

Doflamingo let his belt graze against your ass carefully, allowing you to feel the cold leather grace your skin. Shivers ran through every limb as you braced what was to come. He wound his hand back, and let the belt fall into you with incredible force. The smack echoed in the giant room. You yelped in pain and finished with a moan as you bit your restraint. You felt his other hand reach behind you to play with your now dripping pussy.

“Good girl.” He purred. A finger dipped inside you. “Don’t hold back.”

The sinful noises escaping your mouth at this point could not be stopped if you tried. You were aching for him. He kissed the reddened mark the belt had left and wound up again, pushing the finger teasing you even further. Drool was pooling at the corners of your mouth and false tears in the corners of your eyes. The next spank was harder than the last, and your ass was almost numb from the pain. You could already feel the welts beginning to rise. You cried out in desperation, pushing your hips back to grind against the finger inside you.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

You groaned, whipping your head around to glare at him. He looked you dead in the eyes, and pulled his finger out to draw circles around your bundle of nerves.

You nearly lost it.

“One more, dear. One more.” You moaned again, he was fully erect underneath you and you couldn’t understand how he was still comfortable. Your want, surpassed by need, now had evolved into unadulterated hunger. You were putty in his hands and if it meant him fucking you into oblivion, you would obey his every desire.

With an act of finality, the belt tarnished your sensitive skin one last time. You bit down on the strings, hard. Doffy’s hand left your center, and if it hadn’t you would have unraveled then and there. His hands immediately made their way back to your ass, massaging you deeply and with care. The strings around your mouth and wrists vanished, and he pulled you up to stand with him. You were dripping down your thighs, your lips red and full from ache. He leaned your head up towards his, and pulled you in with longing. His kiss was warm and welcome.

“That’s my girl.” He half moaned against your lips as his tongue wound against yours. Your hands dipped below the waist of his bottoms and he allowed you to slide them down, freeing his member from the former constraints. His hands were all over you. Travelling the length of your arms, lingering at your now bruised wrists. He groped at your hips and pulled you closer to him. You let your fingers trail his impressive length. The dripping precum slicked your hands as you gently gripped the rest of him. He sighed into your collar and took your jaw in his hand. He tilted your head out of the way as he sucked and bit at your neck, leaving a pattern of bruises and marks along the way. His teeth grazed you a bit harder before he spoke,

“Undress.” he commanded. His gravelly tone against your sensitive skin sent fire through you. You stepped away, and lifted an eyebrow at him.

While he was exploring the curves of your figure he’d already unzipped the backing of your dress. You slowly and carefully pulled the garment from your torso to reveal a bare chest. It had been snug enough to make your breasts bounce when they were set free. As you pushed it down your hips, Doffy settled on the bed. He rested on his elbows, and had already stripped his lower half. His caramel skin glistened in the small peeks of sunlight that shone into the room. He was a beautiful, dangerous creature. He felt you belonged to him, but he was unfortunate not to realize that he was very much yours in the same regard.

You kicked the dress away from your ankles and made your way over to where Doflamingo had relaxed. You watched as his eyes drank you up from head to toe. He sat up to pull your waist closer.

“I had a reward for you.” A soft chuckle escaped him. “But you just have to be full of surprises.”

“My love,” You smiled down at him adoringly. “would you even want me around if I wasn’t?”

Doffy planted kisses across the curves of your hips, releasing your abdomen to knead at your ass. You instinctively thrust forward. Your decency was replaced by greed and desire, trying to get his lips closer to the part between your legs. The haze from being so close to climax and having it stripped away from you left your body in complete control.

“I’d want you.” His tongue lingered just below your belly button. You gasped, and he continued. “Just as much as I do now. I chose you not because you’re unpredictable,” He kissed a trail down and allowed his expert tongue to take entire length of your aching pussy. “But because your fire makes you fight me at every turn.” Expletives crossed your lips and you tangled your fingers in his golden locks. He smirked up at you. “Because you melt in my hands. Because you lose that tenacity when you remember who you answer to.”

“Dof-”

You couldn’t finish his name before a whimper was released first. Doflamingo buried his lips in your folds, his lips sucking as he drew circles around your clit. You closed your eyes and rested into him. A hand left your ass as you did so. He drug his nails up the front of your thigh before teasing your entrance with his middle finger. You trembled at his ministrations. You were already so close, and the thought of him filling you with every inch of his girth had you moaning shamelessly. He pushed deeper inside of you, adding another finger and curling them as his tongue made quick work of you. His tongue flicked over your sensitive bud with purpose. He let just his tip tease you before flattening to lap at the entirety of your swollen core.

You cried out as the overwhelming pleasure washed over you. His digits brushed against your walls just slightly faster as you rode out the peak. You had already been so close, that this was beyond enough to bring you over the edge. The electricity in your veins spiked and the stimulation on your clit was already becoming too much. After being deprived of his touch for so long, the release he gave you was blinding. You felt something brush against your arm, under your breasts, and again across your back. You opened your eyes just in time to see Doflamingo’s threads leaving his fingertips against the small of your back, and entangling thick knots around your torso and arms. You recognized the pattern, but couldn’t quite remember the name. He smiled up at you.

“Your turn.” He purred. He removed his fingers from you, and gently massaged your now puffy lips. The ropes that had formed around your upper half tightened in an instant to bind your arms to your back. You couldn’t move, and you felt a sudden pressure hit your shoulders. It was as if an invisible person was pushing you down towards the floor. You didn’t even try to fight it, and you allowed Doffy’s binds to bring you to your knees. Doflamingo sat up straight on the satin linens, stroking his impressive length with intent, but eyes were focused only on you. He looked down at you with a sneer and brought his tip just inches away from your lips. You opened your mouth just slightly, a tiny “o” beckoning him to you. You looked up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could muster, and you knew fully well how mad it drove him.

You let your chest fall forward and your nipples brushed against your restraints. Your eyes left Doffy’s to lick his cock from base to tip. A hand began to rest on the back of your head and with a combination of your current position and the binds holding you back, the heat in your center resurfaced. You teased his tip playfully, dancing kisses across it before licking its circumference. Doflamingo’s abs stiffened, which directed you to slowly take his length, inch by inch, until it grazed the back of your throat. A little over halfway, you knew straight away it wouldn’t be enough for him. You continued regardless and began taking long strokes. You hollowed your cheeks and just before you let him leave your mouth, you swirled your tongue around his tip. You swiftly took him as deep as you could once more. Finally, this earned you a sinful groan from your partner. His head fell back as he immersed himself in the white heat you began to burn at his core. You continued, with Doffy holding his cock poised perfectly to your lips. The warm, wet stimulation had him gripping your hair and manipulating your head up and down his shaft. He began pushing you to go deeper. The pain from your hair being pulled and him using you for raw pleasure had you moaning against him. Your vibrations against his throbbing member drove him wild. Your eyes began to water and you lapped your tongue around his tip at every chance he gave you. He forcibly brought your head lower and pushed you to take all of him at once. He fucked the back of your throat and let out a guttural moan. You fought his hand that now had a vice grip on your hair, but it was to no avail. His thrusts were deep and strong. Your eyes watered and where moans once filled the air was now silence, save for the wet sound of your saliva mixed with precum pooling in the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin as he brought you up and down.

You knew he was close. He was impossibly hard and had lost himself in desire. Doffy’s hold on your hair did not weaken as he pulled your mouth off his throbbing erection. You gasped for air while he allowed you a moment of composure. Composed, however, you were not. Drool was falling from your lips and you looked up at him desperately. You felt at this point that he could do whatever he wanted with you, and you would eat up every second of it. This moment and chemistry was what kept you coming back for more. You couldn’t imagine another human being able to give you this same feeling, whatever it was.

“Is this,” you huffed, “the grand plan?” You looked up at him with raised eyebrows and a cheeky grin, half proud of yourself that you hadn’t just choked on his cock, but also curious as to how far you could push him. Doflamingo furrowed his brow and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He yanked your head back to look up at him.

And then slapped you across the face.

Not full strength, nor enough to tarnish your beauty, but hard enough to make a point. He gripped your chin and laughed. He stooped down to lock eyes with you when you moaned.

“You’re going to regret that, darling.”

The threads wound around you began to snake down your legs, taking hold of your thighs. You gasped aloud when altogether they pulled to bring you standing. Doflamingo rose off the bed with you, and gently brushed the back of his hand against the cheek he had smacked. He took a moment to take in your beauty. Your cheeks were flushed, your lips pink and full. Lust in your eyes burned flames that brightened every expression you made. He gazed at you with adoration, and you could see the hunger in his stare behind the pink shades he donned. He was remarkable and terrifying and beautiful. He left you breathless.

After what was barely a moment, a strong hand took hold of the knot on your back and tossed you face down onto the bed. Your face hit the soft mattress and before you could get your bearings, his hands found your waist and pulled your lower half up. You were bent over and fully on display for the man about to completely ruin you. You looked over your shoulder back at him as Doffy lined himself up to your entrance. You felt his tip slide up and down your slit, whimpering when he passed over your stimulated bundle of nerves. He allowed himself to just barely dip inside you, then back out and over your clit once more. With impressive restraint he continued this game as you wriggled against your restraints underneath him.

You were a whining, whimpering mess. Your hair falling into your mouth as Doflamingo’s name escaped your lips.

“Tell me, y/n. Tell me what you want.”

“You…” You croaked, his hands gripping your sides when you tried to push him deeper. “All of you.”

“And why should I give such a petulant brat what you want, when you want it?”

“Doffy…” You moaned when he dipped into your folds once more. “Please.”

“There’s the manners I taught you.” The bastard laughed. “Say it again for me, dear. Convince me.”

“Please, Doffy.” He deprived you of touch once more. “Please fuck me. Please let me make you cum.”

He pressed his entire length into you without pause or hesitation. You were dripping wet from your previous climax and his teasing that he bottomed out inside you with ease. You were full, and with every movement he made you could feel him stretching your walls to compensate for his impossible girth. You yelped, but every noise you made was muffled in the sheets he fucked you into. You had a complete lack of control and he was taking advantage of it. The grip in which he held onto you would without a doubt leave beautiful finger-shaped bruises by tomorrow.

“You want to make me cum?” He snarled. “You first.”

Your moans filled the room, next to his breathy grunts that slipped out nearly every time you tightened around him. You knew you wouldn’t last like this. He took long, steady strokes only to slam you back down into the bed. The high he gave you was incredible. The lust you shared and the need you had for him was immeasurable. Doflamingo took your ass in both hands, spreading your swollen cheeks wide to watch his cock glide in and out of you. You took him expertly, and he admired your reddened and dripping lips. His thumb inched closer to your other hole only to tease you further.

“This is how I like you.” Doflamingo slowed his pace, drawing circles with his thumb around your other entrance. You shivered at his touch and heat began to spread throughout your chest. “You think you’re so big, but look at you.” He spat down onto you and slowly pushed inside, knuckle deep, and thrust his cock in its entirety back in at the same time. “Reduced to this.”

You clenched around him and screamed as you came undone. Your thighs shook and heat spread all throughout your body. You saw stars and gasped as he pulled your hair to bring you closer to him.

“Yes, my dear. I want to hear you.” He growled into your ear as he fucked you mercilessly. His thumb rested inside you, all the while his powerful thrusts slapped against you. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of you was ever present under the expletives leaving your mouth. “Do as you wish. Make me cum.”

The binds he held you in vanished and your arms fell to your side.

“Doffy... ” You sighed into the sheets, dragging your dripping pussy up and down his length. You bounced your ass up and down onto him, and Doflamingo moaned in relief. He slapped your abused ass playfully. You moaned at his touch.

You pressed your hands against the mattress to test how much strength you had left. You carefully pushed your chest up and off the sheets and let his length fall out of you, turning around to face him.

“Will you lay down for me?” You piqued his interest, and he raised an eyebrow as you turned yourself to face him. “Can I ride you?”

Doffy leaned down to press a kiss onto you. A bite tugged at your lower lip as he pulled away. When your eyes opened, you took in the sight before you. His rippling muscles were glistening with sweat. His throbbing member was deep red at the tip and bobbing up and down, clearly begging for release.

“Please?” You looked up at him, and brought your fingers down to play with yourself as he considered. You looked like a goddess before him, and he would have been hard pressed to deny your desires. You sunk your fingertips into your wet folds and kept his gaze.

“You make it impossible to say no.” He sighed against your lips.

You pressed your clean fingertips against his chest to push him into laying on his back. His head landed softly on a pillow and he looked up at you curiously. Your eyes took him in once more before you crawled over to him. You let your hands travel down his chest and thighs, indulging yourself after being constrained for so long. You took his cock in your mouth with reckless abandon, earning you a soft moan from your partner. You had made him incredibly sensitive, and you felt him get harder in your mouth as you licked your essence from him. You rose and positioned your legs on either side of his hips. Doffy’s hands fondled your breasts and tugged at your nipples. You smiled softly as you lined yourself up with him.

Slowly and with care, you lowered yourself onto him. You took his entire length, adjusting back to his size and settled for a moment with him deep inside you. You let out a slow sigh, and felt a sharp pinch at your chest. Doffy had clamped your nipples tight between his fingers, and thrust up, further into you. You ground into his actions, swirling your hips onto the man below you. He released your chest and brought a strong arm up to grip your throat.

“Yes…” Doffy purred as he glared up at you. “Don’t disappoint me.”

You began with slow, tentative motions. You allowed his cock to glide up, almost all the way out until you shot back down. The blonde hairs on his lower stomach teased at your clit with every stroke. He held your neck stronger at every movement you made, making your voice crack into your moans. His breaths were heavy and veins were peeking at his temple. He wasn’t going to make it much longer. You quickened your pace and felt the muscles in his lower body tense at your ministrations. Doffy released your throat, and the noises he held back from you sung from your lips. He gripped your hips as they pushed further onto him, and Doflamingo sat up to hold you close. His arm reached around your back and gained a strong hold on your shoulder. The other wrapped around your lower back and he growled into your neck. He bit down hard, and thrust up into you. He continued to draw sinful noises out of you and the heat between your legs burned stronger. You rode him harder, faster. Chasing another climax that was building at your center. You lost control, every movement you made brought you closer and closer. You couldn’t stop, and his strokes against your inner walls pushed you further. You felt him harden within you, and you thrust him as deep as you could muster. He hit a spot in the back of you and you croaked his name. You clenched your legs around him and held him deep within you. The wave of pleasure that washed over you had you clawing at Doffy’s back as you held on for dear life. Just as you peaked, he shuddered beneath you. He let out a soft groan into your neck and fucked you with deep, long strokes. You felt his warm release and whimpered against him, already feeling light-headed. His cock slid out of you and rested on your belly, dripping with evidence of his own satisfaction. His hand on your shoulder found the back of your head and he held it with care. You shared a moment, panting and coming down from the high you had built together. Doffy’s chest and neck were red hot, and he held you close as you relaxed against him. He leaned down and kissed your cheek with the softest of lips.

“My queen..” He spoke against you, and you met his lips with warm content, kissing him with all the gratefulness you could express with the simple gesture.

“I missed you.” You whispered against him. He held you closer and kissed you once more. You watched a frown tug at the corners of his mouth. Doflamingo released you and you pushed back off of his lap.

“Good. You’re staying.”

You raised your brow at him in amusement, watching him as he rose from the bed.

“Lonely?” You mused, joining him. You began to make your way to clean up before he grabbed your arm.

“I have an old friend coming.” He sighed and pinched his nose in frustration. “I need you here.”

“You’re worried.” You expressed your concern and turned to look up at him. Your hair tickled as it brushed against bare shoulders. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. You’ll know when I need you to.” You rolled your eyes when he turned away to grab the bottle of wine off the table. You stiffened at his sudden seriousness.

“I’m here.” You accepted his coldness, despite the obvious front. “I’m here to do as you wish.”

You crossed your arms around his stomach and held the king from behind as he poured two glasses of wine.

“Whether it’s this you want,” You softly kissed the curves of the muscles on his back. “Or those who dare defy you put in their place.” You paused before releasing the embrace. “I’m yours.”

He faced you and offered you a glass.

“You’d be wise not to forget it.” He locked his eyes with yours and again, you felt small. The beast before you was judging his prey with a studied gaze.

“Doflamingo.” His name rolled off your tongue and an air of confidence lifted your shoulders. “If I were going to betray you,” you sipped at the dark red in your hands, “I wouldn’t put myself in such compromising positions.”

This earned you a chuckle from your superior.

“I am yours.” You restated, resting your glass on the table before leaving him to regain your decency.

He watched the swaying of your hips and your hair cascading down across your back as you exited. The pride on his face visible to no one. The swelling of his heart rose though he continued to push it down.

No, my dear. I am yours.

His mind betrayed him.

#opfics #opfic #mine #one piece #donquixote doflamingo x reader #doflamingo x reader #ns.fw #shameless #fanfiction #one piece fic

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no cause like if you ever write for dylan?? I will worship the ground you walk on bro... this man just does something to the submissive part of my brain?? his dorky dom vibes make me want to be either the best babygirl ever or the brattiest (is that even a word?) bringer of chaos?? and there is absolutely no in between?? I either want his to praise me until there is no more praises in the world I haven't heard or punish me for all the crimes I've committed in my life (one of them being sucking his dick while he was on an important call with his manager about a role :) )

I FELT THAT like something about him just makes me wanna act up I feel like he could handle brats real well 👀

And funny you should say that because I have an idea for something with him and I really wanna do it so stay tuned hehehe

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‘I can be whatever you want me to be, babe.’

fratboy/jock!Jimin x cheerleader!reader (bc apparently I don’t know how to not write university aus) - e2l, smut, angst, humour, a teensy bit of fluff if you squint

Part of ficswithluv’s Bulletproof Bingo!

Rating: 18 (graphic sex and mature themes)

Word Count: 14.9k+

Warnings - there’s a lot (because this is absolute filth) so please read carefully! discussion of drugs and consumption of drugs, alcohol consumption, mention of rape, brief mention of murder and violence, brief mention of STDs, extremely bad language, extreme sexual tension (like on another level guys), brief mention of stripping, Jimin is a total dick, a lot of arguing and insulting, y/n has way too much pride for her own good, Jimin is too arrogant for his own good, mention of Namjoon being naked (you’ll understand when you read it), explicit sex, unprotected sex (use protection guys!), hate sex, (really) rough sex, very slight dubcon (she doesn’t explicitly say yes but she does give him consent), dom!Jimin and sub!y/n, y/n is the brattiest bratty stubbornest brattiest brat, very explicit dirty talk, asphyxiation, mention of spitting during sex, marking, y/n does a little striptease, nipple play, finger sucking, cum licking/swallowing, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, edging, begging, spanking, hair pulling, punishment, pussy slapping, degradation, mild sadism and masochism, very brief exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (m receiving) and mention of oral sex (f receiving), face fucking, gagging, thigh-riding, overstimulation, Jimin has a big fat huge monster cock, teasing, manhandling, slapping during sex, penetrative sex, squirting, cunnilingus, (I’m sure that’s it, but please let me know if you notice that I missed something!)

a/n: hey guys! please enjoy this absolute filth lmao (blame black haired Jimin for being the sexiest person in the world). the biggest thank you to the love of my life @silverlightprincess for proof-reading this two nights in a row and hyping it up so much, you’re the best and I love you. lmk what you think and hmu if you’re interested in a part two x

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‘Please come with me. I can’t go by myself,’ I whine at Jennie who sits on her bed, watching me in amusement like she’s watching a film or TV show.

‘Nope, and I already told you why; I don’t want to see him, not after what happened,’ she says, and I roll my eyes as I order an Uber. ‘So you’re really gonna make me go by myself? What if I get drugged, or beaten up, or raped, or murdered, or-’ ‘y/n!’ she exclaims reproachfully, and I shrug, ‘it could happen.’ ‘Well, it won’t. Loads of our friends are there. Wendy and Irene and Seulgi, Yeri and Joy, loads of people,’ she lists off. ‘Yeah, and they’ll be there, too,’ I sigh. ‘Well, I mean, it is at their house,’ she says, holding back a laugh, and I stick my tongue out at her.

‘You know what I mean. I hate them – jocks are so unbearable. It’d be better if you were there,’ I say, pouting. ‘You’re a liar, you don’t hate them. Just him,’ she points out. ‘Well, what if he tries something? He’s so strong, he could literally lift a car if he wanted to-’ ‘Bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?’ she says, and I roll my eyes again. ‘You know what I mean. The point still stands that he’s strong – you’re the one that saw him at the gym lifting more than your body weight. And remember when he knocked one of the players on their opposing team to the floor in that match last year, and he was literally twice his size. If that guy couldn’t take him on, how can I?’ ‘And you think I can? I’m smaller than you, you idiot.’ ‘But you’re scary.’ ‘You’re scarier than me,’ she says mildly, and I sigh. ‘Please, Jen. It’s not even that big of a deal, what happened. If anything, it’s more embarrassing for him than for you,’ I say, trying so hard to persuade her. ‘It is a big deal. It only happened yesterday – I at least need to give it a couple days before I can face him again.’ ‘Fine, I’ll go by myself. If I’m not home in the morning, it’s on your head,’ I say dramatically, pulling on my heels.

‘Don’t be like that,’ she reprimands before launching into a speech, ‘you look absolutely gorgeous and the boys will be all over you, so don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and if you do, please use a condom. I don’t need you bringing an STD back with you. If there’s an emergency, or you need me to pick you up, call me. Make sure you keep me updated on what’s going on. Don’t drink anything anyone gives you – pour your own drinks. Make sure you’re always with one of the girls.’ ‘Okay, okay! I’ll see you later, mum!’ I exclaim, and she laughs, pulling me into a hug. ‘Be careful, y/n,’ she says gently, and I nod. ‘When am I not, Jen?’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. I leave our dorm and head down the corridor, opting to take the lift instead of the stairs – these heels aren’t that high, but I don’t want to take any risks.

My Uber’s already there by the time I get outside, so I jump straight in. The journey there is short (not short enough to walk in heels, though) and within five minutes, we’re pulling up in front of the house. I climb out, the driver instantly zooming away, and I look up at the house in front of me. It’s much bigger than and further away from the rest of the houses on the street, and it has its own little pier out onto the university lake, perfect for drunken skinny-dippers at the end of the night. I head up to the porch, the Greek letters for Alpha Sigma Phi hanging above my head, and push through the slightly open door. The party is already in full swing, loud bass-heavy RnB pulsing through the house, people already drunk and dancing, the smell of drugs thick in the air. I push through the throng of my classmates into the kitchen where I know my friends will be. The lowered volume in the kitchen is brief; only the moment before my friends notice me is quiet. ‘y/n!’ they all shout, and I jump in surprise. ‘y/n, you made it!’ Wendy shrieks, throwing her arms around me. ‘Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it,’ I say, hugging her back. ‘y/n, you look good!’ Yeri exclaims, holding me out for her to admire. ‘Thank you, Yeri, but look at you! Absolutely gorg!’ I don’t get to hear her reply before the rest of my friends greet me, all of them dressed up and drinking. ‘Let me get you a drink. What do you want?’ Irene asks me, and I scrunch up my face in thought. ‘I’ll just have Diet Coke for now – I don’t want any alcohol,’ I say, and I feel a hand appear on my waist. ‘Lightweight,’ I hear his teasing voice, and I can’t stop the big sigh I let out, accompanied by my signature eye roll.

‘Where are your pom-poms today?’ he asks, and I turn to look at him, the smell of vodka strong on him. ‘I was wondering how long I’d have without you bothering me,’ I say, fixing him with a dirty look. I’ve always thought of him as tiny, but he really isn’t – I have to tilt my head back slightly to look at his annoying face because of how close to me he is (he most definitely has lifts in his shoes). And it’s not just his face, that’s annoying, let me tell you that. It’s everything about him. And shall I tell you why? Because it’s all perfect. Everything about him, physically, is infuriatingly perfect. His legs are long and toned, his waist cinched and his frame slim, with vascular hands adorned in silver rings, matching with the silver earrings hanging from his ears and the silver Chanel necklace around his neck (how he can afford Chanel jewellery whilst at university, I don’t know). His lips are plump and glossy, like a Bratz doll, and his eyes are a deep chocolaty brown, framed with dark lashes. His jaw is sharp, his cheeks chubby, and his black hair is soft and fluffy, swept back to reveal the tan skin of his forehead and dark, bold eyebrows. Long story short, he’s beautiful, on the outside. The inside is a whole other story.

‘Bothering you? More like gracing you with my presence. Remember, this is my party, and there are plenty of other, more… willing girls I could be spending my time with, but I chose you. You should be honoured,’ he says with a grin, and I scowl at him. ‘Honoured?’ I echo as Irene hands me a red solo cup with the Coke in it, ‘it’s not your party. It’s Alpha Sigma Phi’s party.’ ‘And what does everyone think of when they think of ASP? This handsome face and the perfect dick that comes with it,’ he says, preening, and I roll my eyes again. ‘Can you not be so annoying and full of yourself all the time?’ ‘I can be whatever you want me to be, babe,’ he says lowly, thumb swiping across his plump lips, and I blink, heart jumping which pisses me off – my own body betrays me when I’m with him. ‘Well, whatever. I don’t think of you when I think of ASP. I think of a bunch of douches,’ I shrug, changing the subject back, and he grins even wider, obviously amused that he managed to make me flustered. ‘Now, now. Is that any way to speak about your friends? I’m sure the other boys would be offended to hear you speak about them like that,’ he says, plucking the cup from my hand and taking a sip. ‘Well, let me correct myself. You’re the douche,’ I say tiredly, and he grins. ‘You won’t be saying that for long. You’ll be eating your words when you feel how good my cock is,’ he forebodes, handing me back my cup, completely empty. ‘I don’t think I’ll be able to feel anything,’ I mutter, throwing away the cup, and he chuckles. ‘Oh, y/n, you do amuse me,’ he grins. ‘Oh, Park, the feeling is most definitely not mutual,’ I say in a bright tone, a fake smile plastered on my face. ‘Good talk, y/n, I’ll see you later,’ he says distractedly as he moves away from me, watching a sophomore that’s just walked in with her friends, wearing a skimpy dress. She’s pretty and looks nice, but I can’t help but dislike her instantly, surprised at myself for being so bitchy.

‘Who are you shooting lasers at?’ Joy asks. ‘Park Jimin,’ I spit out, turning my dirty looks to him instead. Or rather, his back, as he’s now facing away from me, speaking to the sophomore. ‘Cradle robber,’ Joy observes, and I laugh. ‘I wouldn’t quite say cradle robber – we’re only a year older than her,’ I point out, and Joy waves my words away. ‘Still. Anyway, are you drinking?’ she asks. ‘Well, I did have a drink, but he took it and downed it,’ I say, motioning to Jimin who’s now got a hand on the girl’s arm. She looks up at him with a sweet smile, her eyes wide and big, and I almost want to go over and warn her away, knowing he’s just looking for someone to fill his bed for the night. ‘Well, Seulgi brought Malibu, and I know you like it, so here,’ she says, pushing an unopened bottle into my hand and disappearing back into the throng of people. ‘Thanks,’ I say to the spot where she was just stood, plucking a clean cup from the packet, pouring out some of the rum and mixing it with coke (an unopened bottle – I’m no rookie). I also find some straws and pick out a pink one, dropping it into the cup. Just as I begin to take a sip, a pair of big hands clap down onto my shoulders, making me jump and I choke on my drink.

‘Oh, shit, sorry. You okay, y/n?’ I hear Namjoon’s voice as I cough again and again. ‘Do I look okay?’ I ask once I’ve stopped choking, my eyes beginning to water and my face warm. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to,’ he says reproachfully, holding back laughter. ‘Idiot,’ I mutter, taking a seat on one of the stools around the kitchen island (these trashy dirty frat boys don’t deserve such a nice house). ‘Sorry. Anyways, how are you?’ ‘I was fine before you tried to kill me. What about you?’ ‘Um, good, yeah. I saw you speaking to Jimin,’ he says, triggering an eye roll. ‘He’s such a pain in the ass. I’m gonna file a restraining order.’ ‘Go for it, I’ll file one too. So, you, um… did you come by yourself?’ he asks, rubbing at the back of his neck, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Don’t be a pussy – say it with your chest,’ I say in a bored tone, and he sighs. ‘Did Jennie come with you?’ he asks quietly. ‘No, she wasn’t feeling too well, so she stayed back at our apartment,’ I grin, and he puts a hand to his forehead. ‘She’s avoiding me, isn’t she? Urgh, I’m such an idiot.’ ‘I can’t argue with you there,’ I reply, and he scowls at me. ‘Sorry. But, it’s true, you are an idiot. I mean, what on earth were you thinking?’ I say, failing to hold back my laughter. ‘I didn’t know that she would be out there. If I’d known…’ he trails off. ‘You wouldn’t have run across the pitch butt naked?’ I ask, and he slaps a hand over my mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard. ‘Keep your voice down! I don’t want people knowing. I lost a bet, and I did it at night-time so no one would see. How was I supposed to know she’d be out there?’ he says defensively, and I shake my head at him in disgust. ‘You’re a mess. And, anyway, yes, of course she’s avoiding you. How can she look you in the face again properly having seen you completely naked?’ I say, struggling to hold back laughter as I think back to Jennie’s face when she walked into our apartment after going somewhere quiet to speak on the phone to her sister, Rose – there was a party going on in the apartment next door, so she went on a walk, conveniently running into (a naked) Namjoon. ‘Oh, go suck Jimin’s dick,’ he says half-heartedly. ‘Go flash Jennie again,’ I retort, and he flips me off before disappearing.

I stay in the kitchen the majority of the night, catching up with all my friends. It’s been a while since I had a chance to socialise; settling back into the Uni schedule after a long summer is tough, especially when you have an entire cheer team to lead. And cheering isn’t easy! People think we just run around in skimpy outfits, chanting and waving pom-poms, but there is so much more to it than that – I’d go as far to say that cheer is one of the hardest sports you can do. I spend so much of my time choreographing and working out to keep fit and planning routines and deciding positions for the team. It requires a lot of dedication and time to get everything done before the season starts. But obviously, a lot of my peers don’t have to dedicate their time to things like that and are used to partying, opting to get black out drunk at these frat parties instead of socialising with their friends. Only three hours after my arrival, there are people passed out all over the place, bedrooms occupied, and drunken students dirty dancing in the living room. Sat in the same stool as three hours ago, I watch Yeri flirt with a senior, feeling proud of my girl. She catches me watching and I put my thumbs up to her, giving her a big encouraging smile, and she quickly looks away for fear of laughing out loud.

‘Ah, y/n. Alone?’ I hear Jimin’s voice from behind me before he takes the seat beside me. ‘Yes, and I was enjoying it,’ I say pointedly, despite knowing he won’t go. ‘How have you been? Still dancing away?’ he asks with a grin, and I roll my eyes. ‘Cheer isn’t the same as dance.’ ‘I’ve seen you on the side-lines while we’re playing – sure looks like dance to me.’ ‘And anyway, why do you have to say it like that? I’m not a stripper,’ I say exasperatedly, completely ignoring his stupid interjection. ‘What’s wrong with being a stripper?’ ‘Nothing, I consider it at least nine times a day.’ ‘Let me know if you decide to pursue that as your career – I’d be more than happy to support you. Maybe even join you if football doesn’t work out for me.’ ‘Oh, I don’t doubt you’d support me, you pervert.’ ‘Now, you know that’s not true. I only flirt with girls that want me back. If they don’t, I leave them alone.’ ‘So why don’t you leave me alone?’ ‘Because it’s clear to me that you enjoy my flirting. You might act like you don’t, but not once have you ever explicitly told me to stop, or to go away,’ he says, and I struggle for a comeback, knowing it’s true. He might be a total dick and I might hate him, but the flirting and the attention, it makes me feel good. It’s a nice feeling, knowing that a boy who could have anyone… wants me. ‘See?’ he points out with a smirk, and I roll my eyes as he takes a sip of the vodka in his hand. ‘You need to deflate your ego a little.’ ‘You need to pull that stick out your arse.’ ‘It’s stuck up there, with your head.’ ‘Touché,’ he laughs, and I shake my head.

‘So, as I was asking before we got side-tracked, how have you been? How are you finding junior year?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Why do you care, Park?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘Why wouldn’t I care?’ ‘Because we don’t like each other.’ ‘I like you,’ he smirks, head resting on his hand, arm leaning on the countertop. ‘No, you don’t, and I sure as hell don’t like you.’ ‘Why do you keep lying to me, and to yourself, y/n?’ ‘I’m not lying. Just because you’re attracted to someone, it doesn’t mean you like them,’ I say, regretting the words as soon as I see the mischievous light in his eyes. ‘You’re attracted to me?’ ‘That’s not what I said.’ ‘It pretty much is, y/n. But it’s okay, I knew that already. It’s just nice to hear it out loud. Well, I hope that’s what you were referring to, and not to me being attracted to you, because that certainly isn’t true,’ he says, my body going cold at hearing his words as my jaw drops. I turn to look at him, a shit-eating grin on his face, and I want to slap it off.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,’ I say, and he just gives me an infuriating grin. Now, let me make something clear. Park Jimin isn’t that bad. Annoying, flirty, egotistic? Yes, exactly, and everyone loves him for being the star player on the team, which makes it worse. But I can deal with him. He’s not really… the bane of my existence, or anything like that. But he is the most irritating person I’ve ever met. He’s like a chipped nail on a fresh set, or a bird chirping outside your window at 4am when you have an exam. But this? This is on another level. How, how on earth, has he managed to turn the tables onto me like this? ‘What d’you mean?’ ‘What do I me- I mean that you flirt with me every opportunity you get!’ I say, voice getting a little louder with annoyance, and he raises an eyebrow, still looking annoyingly laidback, his smirk and my anger growing at the same rate. ‘So what?’ ‘So… if you’re flirting with me that often, you’re attracted to me. You’ve made it clear you’re attracted to me,’ I say slowly, starting to wonder if I’m missing something, and his grin grows impossibly wider. ‘Just a bit of fun, isn’t it? Doesn’t mean anything,’ he says with a little shrug, and I try to hide the way his words hurt.

‘Fine. Go have a bit of fun with someone else, then,’ I say savagely, facing away from him and crossing my arms over my chest, and yet, he seems nothing but amused. ‘Don’t be like that, babe,’ he says easily, reaching for me, and I slap his hands away, ignoring the pet name. ‘No, leave me alone,’ I say sulkily, and he raises an eyebrow at me as he rests a hand on my thigh, lips twitching when I don’t brush it off. ‘Come on, baby, I was just kidding,’ he smiles serenely, and I turn a scowl to him. ‘Well, I didn’t find it funny, so go find some other girls who will,’ I spit at him, and he’s holding back a laugh, which infuriates me even more. ‘But those girls are boring. You aren’t. So stop being bratty,’ he says, and my mouth falls open slightly, my eyes fixed on his stupidly handsome face. ‘Bratty? I’m being bratty?’ I demand, and he nods, lips slightly quirked up at the ends with amusement. ‘Yes, angel, you are.’ ‘Well… you’re being a dick.’ ‘Real mature,’ he says with a roll of his eyes, and I scowl. ‘Says you, you fucking manchild.’ ‘Wow, you really are a brat. I’ve apologised, like, twice. Get over it and stop being so stubborn.’ ‘I’m not being stubborn! ‘You are.’ ‘Am not.’ ‘Are too.’

‘Wow, you two are children,’ Jungkook’s voice comes from beside us, and we both turn to look at him. ‘How long have you been there?’ Jimin asks moodily, and Jungkook grins, dropping me a wink. ‘Long enough to see that you two need to stop fucking around and… fuck,’ Jungkook says, and I scrunch up my nose in disgust, leaning away from Jimin. ‘Don’t ever say that again. I hate him,’ I spit out, putting emphasis on the word so he understands that I truly mean it, and he rolls his eyes again, taking a sip of his drink. ‘You don’t have to love each other. Hell, you don’t even have to like each other,’ Jin’s voice comes from behind me, and I turn to him with a hard stare. ‘Seriously? Who fucks someone they don’t like?’ I say, both Jungkook and Jin laughing. ‘Lots of people, actually. Honestly, y/n, I promise you, it’s better when you don’t like each other. No strings attached, no obligations afterwards, and you don’t have to think about whether it feels good for them,’ Jungkook explains, and now my entire face is scrunched up in disgust. ‘That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. You men are disgusting,’ I say, giving Jimin a pointed look, and he gasps. ‘Don’t look at me! I’ve never done that!’ Jimin exclaims defensively, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, right.’ ‘He’s telling the truth,’ Jin says, and I turn my raised eyebrows to him. ‘Sure.’ ‘No, seriously, he never has. Everyone Jimin fucks adores him, so he’s never known the joy that is hate sex,’ Jungkook says, he and Jin laughing as I give them a disgusted look, Jimin suspiciously silent. ‘Jin, Jungkook, Jimin, come dance with us,’ a high-pitched female voice calls from the living room, all four of us looking to see a group of skimpily dressed freshmen beckoning the boys over. Jin and Jungkook waste no time, practically leaving us in their dust as they rush to join the girls.

I look to Jimin, who hasn’t moved a muscle, still with a stormy expression on his face. ‘Well? Go dance with them,’ I prompt, and his features smooth out before a small smirk curls his lips up. ‘I’d rather stay here, babe, with you,’ he says, and I grit my teeth, trying not to swing for him. ‘You didn’t hesitate to leave me earlier for that sophomore,’ I say despite myself, knowing I sound petty, and he chuckles. ‘Jealous, baby?’ he asks, and I let out a sigh, having had enough. ‘If you’re not going to go, I’ll go,’ I sigh tiredly, getting up from my stool, and heading towards the living room. He grabs my hand as I pass him, turning me around to face him, and I want to pull my hand out of his grasp, but the second I turn to see those big brown eyes on me, I freeze. And I hate it. How can he be such a dick to me all the time, so flirty but then so cold, and I forgive him every time because he’s handsome? How? ‘What do you want me to say, y/n? That you’re prettier, way prettier than the sophomore girl, and those drunk freshmen dancing in the living room? That you’re prettier than every girl in this damn house? Is that what you want?’ he asks, actually sounding sincere for once, and my heart jumps at the compliment. I hate it. I hate him.

‘No. I want you to leave me alone,’ I spit, wrenching my arm from his grasp, and he lets out an amused chuckle. ‘Good, because I hate lying,’ he says with an easy grin, and that little voice in my mind just says, ‘oh’ as I stop still. ‘You know what? Fuck you,’ I whisper, feeling tears in my eyes as I turn away from him, ready to go home. ‘You should be more polite, angel,’ he calls after me, and I can’t help myself, turning to look at him. ‘What?’ ‘I said,’ he replies, getting up from his stool before downing his vodka (I hope it’s mixed with something because he doesn’t wince at all), making me wait until he says, ‘you should be more polite. A request like that? You could at least say please.’ My blood boils, anger actually consuming me as all I can see is red, and that stupid fucking smirk on his stupid fucking face. ‘You’re such a fucking dick, Park. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,’ I rage, stepping closer to him, and he just carries on grinning at me. ‘Go on, babe,’ he says when I’m silent for a moment, jutting his chin out to prompt me, and I want to actually slam his head into the wall. ‘Just fuck off. I can’t deal with you right now, go find someone who adores you so you can stick your tiny dick down her throat,’ I spit at him, his face twisting with anger at me using his friends’ words against him (or at calling his dick tiny – I’m not sure which), and I stomp towards the back door.

I push open the door, storming through and narrowly avoiding colliding with a group of boys passing around a joint. ‘Oh, hey, y/n!’ Taehyung exclaims when he sees me, a big grin on his face. ‘Hi, Tae,’ I say quickly before rushing up towards the road, pulling my phone out of my pocket to order an Uber. ‘You’re leaving?’ I hear Jimin call after me, and I let out a scream of rage, whirling around to face him. ‘How many times do I have to tell you to leave me the fuck alone?’ I shriek, the few people outside watching us with interest, Jimin marching up towards me. ‘No, you don’t get to say your piece and leave,’ he spits out, jaw clenched in anger, and I look skywards, throwing my hands up in despair. ‘Say what you want to say, then. Go on,’ I prompt, voice shaking with anger.

‘You’re such an uptight little bitch, y/n. You fucking mope around in the kitchen at parties, don’t touch the drugs and barely drink, thinking you’re so high and mighty and above the rest of us. You can’t even take a fucking joke and you turn it into something serious by fucking insulting me!’ he shouts, and I’m a little shocked and a lot hurt, the people around letting out little noises of embarrassment on my behalf. ‘Are you kidding me? Just because I don’t turn into a messy fucking disgrace at parties, doesn’t mean I’m uptight!’ I shout back, taking a step towards him, and he lets out a humourless laugh. ‘See? There you go again! It’s called having fun, y/n, you should fucking try it some time!’ ‘I have fun, you dick!’ ‘Yeah, okay, sure you do. You were sat by yourself at a party. Do you know how sad that is? And me, being the nice guy I am, come to sit with you to talk, and you’re just fucking rude to me!’ ‘Nice guy? You have to be joking! You’re not a nice guy, and you never have been! You’re entitled and egotistic and can’t keep your dick in your pants! You can’t take a hint, and even when I tell you explicitly to leave me alone, you don’t!’ I shout, both of us moving closer and closer to one another. ‘I’m trying to be nice, for fuck’s sake! I don’t understand why you tell me to leave you alone!’ ‘I don’t understand why it is so hard for you to accept the fact that I. Don’t. Like. You,’ I say in his face, emphasising every word, hoping he finally gets the message.

‘You fucking liar,’ he says lowly, taking another step closer to me, centimetres apart from me. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘I said that you’re a liar. You do like me,’ he says, eyes dark as he looks at me, and I scoff, trying to ignore how tense I am now that he’s this close to me. ‘I promise you, I really fucking don’t,’ I laugh, our voices much quieter now, everyone around us still watching the exchange, straining to hear our words. They must be confused to see a girl not falling at the feet of great Park Jimin for once. ‘Stop lying, for once, y/n! Discard your pride, for fuck’s sake! You think I’m stupid?’ he asks, getting even closer to me, so close that his chest brushes against mine, my skin igniting at the touch, and I curse my body for betraying me. ‘You think I don’t see you literally fighting the smile off your face when I compliment you? You think I don’t feel the way you shudder when I touch you? You think I don’t notice how you lean towards me when we’re sat together? You think I don’t see the way your breath catches in your throat when I talk about the things I’d do to you? And it’s sexy, it’s really fucking sexy, and it’s so fucking hot when you play hard to get,’ he whispers, his tone harsh but his words making my entire body feel like it’s on fire because, yes, I fucking hate him, but God, he’s hot as hell. And then he makes me want to strangle him by saying, ‘but you ruin it by being so fucking uptight and taking a stupid little joke to heart.’

I let out a disappointed sigh, opening up the Uber app on my phone. ‘y/n. What the fuck are you doing?’ he asks, an edge to his tone, and I ignore him completely. ‘Are you ordering a fucking Uber?’ he demands, sounding incredulous, and I continue to ignore him, knowing it’ll piss him off even more. ‘I’m trying to fucking speak to you and you’re ordering an Uber? Can you stop being so fucking immature and, like… talk to me? Put down your fucking phone, y/n,’ he says slowly, and I can practically sense how he’s trying so hard to keep a hold of his temper – I can see him clenching and unclenching his fists, the vessels in his hands more visible than ever. And then he snatches my phone out of my hands. ‘Wha-’ I start to say, looking up at him, but I’m startled into silence when my eyes meet his. I’m good at riling him up from time to time, but I have never seen him this angry, not even when he’s playing football. His eyes are dark, cheeks flushed with rage, jaw and fists clenched so tight that I’m worried he might shatter a bone, and I actually feel scared. ‘Give me my phone back, Park,’ I say tiredly, and he lets out a mirthless laugh before turning away from me and heading back towards the house, tucking my phone into the back pocket of his tight black jeans.

‘For fuck’s sake,’ I say before following him – I’ve got too much pride to run after him, especially in heels because my clumsy ass will fall over. ‘Park, I swear to God,’ I call after him, the onlookers laughing. I’m glad they find it funny – I’m just tired, fed up and I want nothing more than to go to bed. He disappears into the house, and I speed up a little, knowing if I lose him, it could take ages to find him in that huge ass house, packed full of people. ‘y/n, babe, wait,’ I hear Yoongi say as I pass their group again, feeling him grab onto my hand. ‘Yoongi, not now. He’s got my phone.’ ‘I know. He told us to distract you,’ Yoongi admits, and I let out a noise of frustration as I pull my hand from his grasp, rushing into the house before another of them can grab me, narrowly escaping Tae’s reach. I see him disappearing into the living room, and rush through the kitchen, pushing through the few people stood around the counters, but I freeze when I reach the living room door. A load of ASP boys are lining up coke on the coffee table with their credit cards, Eric Nam who lives in our accommodation block is passed out at my feet, and a group of girls from the sorority up the road are grinding on each other in the middle of the room, Jungkook in the thick of the throng with his hands on Nayeon’s waist. My eyes scan the room, and I spot jet black hair disappearing into the front hall. I seriously consider just leaving my phone and getting Namjoon to call me an Uber, but my passcode is basic as hell (123456) and I don’t need Jimin snooping around my socials. Or worse – my camera roll.

I step over Eric, narrowly avoiding Momo’s hands stretched out to grab me and dance with me, and sidestep the table covered in coke, bursting into the front hallway where Seulgi stands with Kai, one of the spotters on our cheer team. ‘Hey, babe!’ Seulgi exclaims when she sees me, and I grin at her, momentarily distracted from Jimin. ‘Hey, Seulgi. Hi, Kai. Have you guys seen Jimin?’ I ask, both of them looking at me in confusion. ‘Park Jimin?’ Kai asks, and I nod, a little impatient. ‘He just went upstairs. Why?’ Seulgi asks as I begin to run up the stairs. ‘He stole my phone,’ I shout over my shoulder, ignoring Kai’s shout of, ‘Use protection!’ At the top of the stairs, more of my friends are sat in a circle on the landing, handing a bottle of vodka around. ‘Hey, y/n,’ Mina says when she spots me, the others all greeting me too. ‘Hi, guys. You seen Park Jimin?’ I ask, all of them exchanging a glance. ‘You two about to resolve the sexual tension?’ Dahyun asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows, and I roll my eyes. ‘No, he’s got my phone.’ ‘Ooh, worried he’ll find your nudes?’ Jackson asks with a smirk, and I fix him with a hard stare. ‘He’ll never guess the passcode for ‘My Eyes Only’ so I’m not worried,’ I say evenly, and I have to hold back a laugh when the boys all exchange a glance. ‘Anyway, did you see where he went?’ I ask, getting even more impatient now. ‘He went upstairs – his room’s up there. Second door on the left,’ Jeongyeon says, everyone’s eyes turning to her now. ‘How do you know?’ Jinyoung demands, and I take the moment of them being distracted to sprint up the stairs. With every step, I feel the anger inside me grow, all of the times he’s pissed me off over the past couple years building up within me. I hate him, really fucking hate him, and this is just the last fucking straw.

When I reach his room, I don’t even bother knocking, bursting in. And when my brain registers that he’s lying on his bed, with the pretty sophomore from earlier on top of him, all I can see is red, my hands shaking with fury. She looks up at me in surprise, Jimin completely ignoring my presence and continuing to press kisses to her jaw. ‘I swear to fucking God, Park, I’m going to murder you,’ I say slowly, voice wavering with anger, and the girl has enough sense to get off him. ‘I’m really sorry, I didn’t know he was in a relationship,’ she says, sounding truly apologetic, and I feel bad for her. ‘He’s not. You’re welcome to get back to your thing in a minute – I just want my phone,’ I demand, eyes flitting to the bed where he’s leaning back on his elbows, watching our exchange with amusement. None of us say anything for a few moments, the poor girl caught in between mine and Jimin’s feud.

‘I’m being serious, Park. Give me my fucking phone before I cut your dick off,’ I threaten, knowing I’d make good of it too, but he doesn’t move a muscle, just watching me with eyes sparkling with mirth. ‘You know what? I’m gonna leave you guys to resolve whatever the hell this is,’ the girl says, heading to the door. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I say, truly feeling bad, and she turns back to look at me, stood in the doorway. ‘Don’t be. I think you’ve helped me dodge a bullet. If anything, I’m sorry for you, being involved with him,’ she says quietly, making me laugh, and she laughs too. She really is a nice girl. ‘Thank you. I’ll see you around. I’m y/n, by the way,’ I say, and she nods. ‘I know. I’ve been thinking of trying out for cheer, and everyone I’ve spoken to said to go to you,’ she says, and I let out a little noise of excitement. ‘Oh, my God, you should! You look like you’d be a good flier, and we’re running short of fliers at the moment!’ I exclaim, completely distracted, and she grins. ‘I used to fly at high school, so I’d definitely like to give it a go.’ ‘That’s great. Try-outs are next Saturday, at 12, and I’ll keep an eye out for you. What’s your name?’ ‘Park Jiwon. Do I have to sign up or anything?’ ‘Well, you missed sign-ups, but I’ll put your name down. Just show up,’ I say with a grin, and she smiles back. ‘Thank you, y/n. I’ll see you on Saturday.’ ‘See you, Jiwon,’ I smile, the girl heading towards the stairs with a wave.

When I turn back to look at Jimin, he’s right there in front of me. He pushes the door shut and then slams me up against it, knocking the air out of me before pulling my shoulder bag off my arm and throwing it across the room, the chain strap making a loud clanking noise when it hits the wall. He’s so close that all I can smell is him – the vodka he’s been drinking, his expensive aftershave and… something that’s just him. ‘You’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous, and angry with me. Love getting you all worked up, baby,’ he spits out, voice so low it sounds like a growl, and I’m speechless, literally speechless, his words igniting a fire low in my stomach. ‘You had plenty to say earlier, babe – why so quiet now?’ he asks, eyes dancing with amusement, and I look to the side, unable to hold his heavy gaze. ‘Don’t even think of turning your head away,’ he spits out, my stomach turning when he raises a hand to my chin, moving my head back to face him so my eyes can’t escape his. He holds my head in place, and the feeling of his hand resting loosely around my neck sparks arousal deep within me, my mouth drying. But I have too much pride to submit to him. ‘Give me my phone,’ I demand, and he lets out a chuckle, dark eyes not leaving mine. ‘I don’t know about that, angel. What will you do for me in return?’ he asks, pressing his body against mine so I’m trapped up against the door, and my eyes widen. ‘Nothing. It’s my phone,’ I say slowly, unable to believe how entitled he is. ‘It’s mine now,’ he grins, my mouth falling open. ‘Close your mouth before I spit in it, baby,’ he says, my mouth falling open even more in shock, stomach churning, arousal burning hot in my veins. ‘Don’t tempt me,’ he growls, pushing my mouth closed.

‘Get on your knees for me and I’ll consider giving you your phone back,’ he grins, and I can’t even say anything because he’s holding my mouth closed. ‘Is that a yes?’ he asks teasingly, and I make a noise of frustration, looking down at his hand to try and get him to move it. With a sigh, he removes his hand, and I snap, ‘get your hand off my neck, and give me my fucking phone, Park.’ ‘I always thought you’d be into choking. You seem like a dirty little slut,’ he grins, hand still not moving, my underwear flooding at his words. ‘I swear, Park, I will fucking kill you.’ ‘So you really, truly want me to let go of you? You really want to just get your phone and go?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, testing me. And I can’t, I just can’t discard my pride – it’s too painful for me to concede to him. ‘Yes,’ I spit out, and his face twists with anger.

‘What is wrong with you, y/n? Why can’t you just fucking let go of your pride for once? I know you want me, I’m not fucking stupid! We’re both attracted to each other so why can’t you just stop fucking around and let me fuck you? I’m not going to do anything without your fucking consent, y/n, I’m not a fucking rapist! Why are you making this so fucking hard for me?’ he demands, rage making his voice shake, and I don’t know what to say. ‘I…’ ‘You what? Go on, fucking speak,’ he prompts, jaw working overtime as he waits for me to answer, hand still resting around my neck, his silver rings cool against my burning hot skin. ‘I do like choking,’ I breathe out, giving the only form of consent to him that my pride will allow, his face blank for a moment. ‘What?’ ‘I said… I do like choking,’ I whisper, his eyes lighting up slightly. I hold a finger up against his lips to stop him explicitly asking, hoping he’ll understand from my gaze. ‘Sure?’ he asks, plump lips moving against my finger, my heart warming at him double checking, and I nod. ‘I’m sure,’ I whisper back, and that’s all he needs to hear.

His hand tightens at my neck as he leans down, lips landing on mine. He kisses me, harshly, forcefully, his tongue sliding into my mouth within moments, turning my mind to slush and emptying my head of any thoughts other than how good he is at kissing. His free hand grips my waist, bruisingly tight, as my hands run through his hair, the soft and fluffy black locks tangling between my fingers, and he tastes like the citrusy vodka he was drinking, with the sweet undertone of my coke (the soft drink – not the drug). ‘On your knees,’ he growls, and I laugh against his lips. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ he asks, sounding amused. ‘No.’ He breaks away from me, looking down at me, heavy breaths escaping through his swollen lips. ‘Wanna say that again, babe?’ he asks, his gaze intimidating, but I don’t let myself break. ‘I said ‘no’. I’m not getting on my knees,’ I say forcefully, matching his serious stare with one of my own, and he lets out a little chuckle. Hand still around my neck, he grabs my arm with his free hand and pushes me towards the middle of the room before letting go of me and sitting at the edge of the bed he was lying on a few minutes ago, another bed on the other side of the room empty. ‘Strip,’ he commands, and I cross my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow. ‘I swear to God, y/n, do not fucking test me. Take off your fucking clothes,’ he spits out, the rage from earlier reappearing, and I decide to follow his instructions, but have a little fun while I do so.

I grin at him before I slide my hands across my torso, slipping my fingers beneath my top and pulling it up over my head, slowly as I possibly can, leaving me in just my black lace bralet (my top was too thin to wear a padded bra). Once it’s off, I throw it to him, and he deflects it with a quick hand, just about stopping it from hitting his face. He sends me a hard glare (though I can see that he’s trying to hold back a laugh behind it) but it disappears the second I flick open the button of my jeans, pulling down the zip too, his gaze darkening. He’s so intimidating that I can’t help but feel self-conscious at undressing in front of him, but then I spot the growing bulge in his jeans, and it makes me feel a little better. I turn away from him, kicking off my heels, pushing my jeans down my legs and bending over to give him a view of my ass, covered by my black lace pants, and I know there’s probably a slightly darker patch between my legs. I straighten up again, stepping out of the denim pooled at my feet, and turn back to face him. He runs a hand through his hair, a smirk on his lips as he beckons me over with the curl of a finger. I step towards him and he reaches out, grabbing me by one wrist and pulling me onto his lap. He tilts his head back to kiss me again, my fingers tangling into his hair and nails scraping against his scalp as he digs his hands into my back, our bodies pressed together almost painfully. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth before laving his tongue over the sore skin, making me let out a whimper against his mouth.

‘Feels good?’ he asks cockily, and I want nothing more than to take him down a peg, so I ignore him, just continuing to kiss him. ‘I asked you if it felt good,’ he says against my lips, hand reaching behind me to gather up my hair and pull my head back, exposing my neck to him. ‘And I ignored you,’ I reply, voice shaky, as he kisses up and down my neck, pulling the skin beneath my jaw between his teeth, marking me. ‘Petty… stubborn… uptight… bratty… little bitch,’ he says between marking my neck and skin around my collarbones, shaky breaths and little whines falling from between my lips every few seconds at the feeling of his tongue laving over the bruises caused by his perfect teeth and plump lips. ‘I’ll break you, y/n. You’ll be begging for my cock by the time I’m done with you,’ he says, lips curled into a smirk against my skin, and I let out a laugh. I lean down, my lips against his ear, and whisper, ‘less likely than you scoring a goal in the first match of the season. Which we all know is very unlikely.’ He scoffs, lifting me up and putting me down over his lap, my ass sticking up the air.

‘Safe word?’ he growls, sounding almost reluctant, and I feel a thrill at the thought that he’s planning on doing enough to me that I might need a safe word. I think for a moment, and his grip on my thigh tightens before he spits out, ‘hurry up.’ ‘How about… small dick?’ I ask, biting my lip to hold back laughter (I really do find myself funny), but my amusement quickly disappears when his hand delivers a solid slap to my raised ass, making me let out a small squeal of pain, and I look back at him with a glare. ‘Small dick it is,’ he says cheerfully with a grin at me before reaching out to turn my head away from him. ‘You’re being punished, bitch, you don’t get to look at me,’ he spits out before his hand lands down heavily on my ass again, in the exact same spot as the previous slap, making me yelp in pain. I begin squirming in his lap – this spanking is not it, but he holds me firmly in place, landing another slap on the same cheek, and another, and another, and-

‘Park, cut it out!’ I shriek, my ass stinging with pain, and I just know he’s grinning. ‘Safe word?’ he asks, and I bite my tongue, knowing I can’t give in this easy. ‘That’s what I thought,’ he says cheerfully, before wrenching my pants down just past my ass, his hand, spread wide, to land across both cheeks with every slap. I squirm on his lap, still trying to escape, but he’s strong, holding me still and spanking again and again. And then the pain begins to ebb away into pleasure, my yelps of pain becoming desperate whimpers, my pussy practically drenched. With one slap, his skin is inches from the place I need him most, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. ‘Enjoying being spanked like a dirty little bitch?’ he asks, stopping the tirade of slaps on my ass, but I stay silent, too proud to admit to it. The spanks continue with my silence, my ass burning with the pleasurable pain, and when he’s finally deemed it enough, he rubs a hand over my cheeks, the metal of his rings providing relief for my stinging skin.

‘You okay, y/n?’ he asks, momentarily breaking from his hard demeanour, my heart warming despite myself. ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I reply, sounding breathless to my own ears, and he chuckles. ‘You took your punishment well, for a little brat. What do you want now, babe?’ he asks, and I’m silent, too proud to tell him. ‘Well, you’re obviously deciding to be a stubborn little bitch, so we can sit here like this all night,’ he says, and I look up to see him with his arms crossed over his chest, looking relaxed and smug. I let out an annoyed huff, looking back at the ground, and I wait a few moments to say, ‘touch me.’ ‘What was that, angel?’ he asks, hand beginning to rub over my sore ass again, reliving some of the pain, and I sigh. ‘Touch me.’ ‘I am, baby,’ he replies easily, hand continuing to skim over my stinging skin, and I let out a frustrated whine. ‘You know what I mean, Park!’ I exclaim angrily, and he chuckles. ‘I’m not sure I do, babe. Spell it out for me,’ he prompts, endlessly amused, and I clench my jaw in anger. ‘Can you touch my pussy?’ I snap, and he chuckles, making my blood boil. ‘Can I touch your pussy…?’ he asks, and I let out another angry noise, not wanting to be polite to him at all. But he’s completely silent, waiting for me to speak, and I give in, spitting out the word, ‘please.’ ‘Good girl,’ he compliments, voice soothing, but his hand doesn’t move from my ass. And then he says, ‘but it took too long.’

‘Are you fucking kidding me? If you’re not going to fuck me, Park, I’m leav- oh! Oh, God,’ I moan out, my angry tirade cut off when he pushes two thick fingers deep between my folds, stretching me out almost painfully. My walls clench around him as I whimper, my slick coating his hand. ‘So fucking wet for me, oh, my God. Does being a bitch to me turn you on, angel?’ he asks, but it seems he doesn’t require an answer, pushing one of my legs off his lap to give him better access to my pussy, my foot on the floor to stop me from sliding off him. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me, fast, and my head falls down as I let out a loud moan because, God, he’s good, better than I could’ve imagined. ‘So tight,’ he groans, as I throb around his thick fingers, my hips rolling back unconsciously to meet the thrusts of his hand. I can feel my high nearing quickly, the spanking and teasing making me desperate, and his fingers are so fucking good. And then his thumb begins to rub at my clit harshly, forcing a startled moan out of me, and I’m so close, twitching around him as my entire body tenses.

And then he pulls his fingers out. I let out a frustrated whine, eyes prickling with tears as he chuckles, leaning down and holding his slick covered fingers in front of my face. I refuse to take his fingers into my mouth, lips sealed shut, and he sighs, before his other hand lands a harsh slap onto my swollen pussy. I let out a shriek of pain, but he doesn’t relent, landing more heavy slaps onto my sensitive folds, pulling pained moans from my mouth. ‘Stop making this so hard for yourself,’ he says through gritted teeth, and I reluctantly open my mouth, his fingers instantly slipping between my lips, the slaps ceasing as I lick his fingers clean of my arousal. ‘Look at you, being a good little slut for me,’ he says with satisfaction, making my blood boil, and I can’t help but bite down on his fingers, not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough for it to shock him. He jumps, making me grin in satisfaction, before ramming his two fingers back between my folds. I let out a loud moan as he pumps in and out of my pussy, the pleasure rolling over me in waves. The rough pads of his fingers brush against my walls, thumb nudging at my clit as I let out moan after moan, feeling my orgasm build back up. I clench around him even tighter, twitching against his fingers, and it’s like he’s already managed to identify when I’m close, pulling his fingers away at the last second.

‘No, please,’ I whine pathetically, bucking my hips up in frustration, and he chuckles. ‘It’s a bit late for ‘please’ now, babe. You can beg better than that,’ he prompts, and I want to cry, so desperate for a release that I give in, swallowing my pride to force out some desperate words that might persuade him. ‘Please, Park, please make me cum. I need it, I need it so fucking bad, need your fingers or your mouth or your cock, anything. I just need to cum,’ I beg, and he’s silent for a moment. ‘God, that’s fucking hot, y/n. But…’ he says, making me tense at the thought he’s not going to give me what I want. ‘Your begging means nothing – you’re just saying what you think I want to hear. You need to earn it, angel,’ he says, making me whine in frustration and thrash on his lap. I’ve had enough now – my vibrator can probably do a better job than him, and Jennie will be fast asleep now (she could sleep through an earthquake). ‘Call me by my name,’ he says, breaking through my anger, and I freeze. ‘What?’ ‘I said to call me by my name. You’ve only ever called me Park. If you swallow your pride and call me ‘Jimin’… I’ll make you cum as many times as you want,’ he says, and it sounds simple enough, tempting enough.

But I’m not giving him what he wants.

‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No.’ ‘Okay,’ he says simply, his fingers sliding back in easily, making me shudder. His fingers pump in and out of me, furiously fast, as his thumb rubs against my clit, my mind numbing with pleasure as I let out moan after moan, unable to stop myself, and I know I must be so loud right now, loud enough for my friends on the floor below to hear, but I don’t care. He curls his thick fingers, brushing against the soft spongy spot inside me, and I let out a loud whine. ‘Listen to you being nice and loud for me, like a good little bitch. You’re so close, aren’t you? Can feel your tight pussy clenching around my fingers. You’re gonna cum soon, right?’ he murmurs, fingers fucking into me relentlessly. ‘Call me Jimin. Swallow your pride, call me my name, and I’ll let you cum all over my fingers, as many times as you want, baby. Just call me Jimin,’ he says, voice so soothing that I’m almost persuaded, but no. I’m too proud, too stubborn. I bite down on my lip to stop myself, and he sighs. ‘Such a stubborn little bitch,’ he says, almost disappointedly, pulling his fingers out from me, and I let out a shriek of frustration.

‘Fuck, please, Park! Please let me cum, please! I’m so fucking desperate, need to cum so bad!’ I cry out, words slurred as my eyes fill with tears, vision blurring. He’s silent, just listening to my desperate begging, before plunging his fingers back into me, making me moan. And then he stops, fingers stilling inside me. ‘Park, please, feels so fucking good, please!’ I beg, his fingers continuing to thrust into me when I begin to speak, but stilling when I stop. ‘Please, Park, I need it, need it so fucking bad,’ I whine, and it’s an endless cycle, his fingers only moving when I speak, and stilling when I fall silent. I fall into a repeated cry of ‘please’ again and again until my throat is hoarse, his fingers bringing me close to the edge before he pulls out, yet again. ‘Oh, my God, Park, please make me cum! Please, I need it so bad, need to cum so bad,’ I beg pathetically, and he chuckles. ‘Not until you break,’ he says, pushing his fingers into my swollen pussy again. And he’s ruthless, relentless, fingers fucking into me so fast, so hard that it hurts, hurts so good, and I’m moaning out, loud and desperate. ‘Say it, baby, swallow your pride and say my name like a good girl. I can make you feel so good, angel, so good. Fuck you all night, eat this pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop. Just say my name, swallow your pride. Come on, babe, say my name,’ he murmurs, soothing voice mixed with how good his fingers feel fucking into me and his thumb rubbing at my clit that the prospect of not finishing, makes my eyes fill with tears. And I’m so close to breaking, so close. But his fingers disappear.

He lifts me up, moving my weak body to straddle one of his strong thick thighs, the material of his jeans against my pussy making me whimper. My hands grip onto his shoulders to support myself, and when my eyes meet his, I nearly cum from that alone. His eyes are so dark, impossibly dark, blown wide with lust, his hair a mess from him running his fingers through it, his lips swollen and shining in the low lamplight, skin flushed and hot. He looks so fucking hot. ‘Ride my thigh,’ he whispers, and it takes every last bit of my willpower to shake my head, no. ‘Such a fucking brat,’ he spits before he begins bouncing his thigh. I let out a strangled moan when my pussy rubs against the sturdy denim of his jeans, head lolling back, and he quickly grabs my waist to stop me from falling off his leg. He doesn’t stop, and I’m bouncing on his thigh, moans falling from my lips with every jolt, his eyes latching on to my breasts which bounce right in front of his face. ‘Fuck. So fucking hot,’ he says, hand wrenching down the centre of my bralet so my breasts fall out, straps digging into my shoulders. His plump lips attach to one of my nipples, waves of bliss washing over me at the mixed sensations, heightened when he reaches a hand down to rub my clit slowly. ‘Look how good I’m being to you,’ he says against my nipple, his saliva sliding down my breast as he speaks, ‘making you feel so good, angel. And you can’t even say my name. It isn’t that hard.’

I ignore him, focusing on keeping my orgasm at bay – I’d rather feel the pleasure of now for hours than have one more orgasm denied. ‘Say it,’ he says, moving to the other nipple, flicking his tongue over the bud before sucking it. ‘Fuck, please, Park.’ ‘Say it, angel.’ ‘Oh, God, feels so- oh! Fuck.’ ‘Come on, y/n. Just say my name, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good. You’re so close, I know you are. You’re gushing all over my thigh, can feel it through my jeans. Just say it, babe, and I’ll let you soak my thigh with your cum. Say it, angel. Swallow your pride for me, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good, fuck you all night long if that’s what you want.’ And I feel my high nearing, feel the knot in my stomach tightening, and I’m so close, so fucking close that I just can’t, I can’t lose it.

And I break.

‘Fuck, Jimin, please, make me cum, I need it,’ I cry out, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips as I moan his name again and again, unable to stop because of how fucking good he feels. ‘Cum for me, angel,’ he whispers, and the second I hear him give me permission, I’m falling over the edge, crying out his name as I cum all over his thigh, shuddering as he continues bouncing his leg, thumb rubbing at my clit to prolong my high. ‘Such a good girl, so fucking good for me, angel,’ he whispers soothing words as I come down, his hands on my back gentle and comforting. The exhaustion that comes after my orgasm is heavy, making me fall into him, and he chuckles, holding me as I try to get my breath back, hands on his shoulders.

‘Are you too tired? You wanna stop?’ he asks, and I push myself off him with effort, trying my hardest to stay upright when I land on my feet. I pull my pants back up, and my bralet too before dropping to my knees (I hate being naked while I’m sucking someone off – it’s weird, but I hate being… on display). His eyes darken the second I hit the floor, and he can’t stand up quick enough, unbuckling his belt in record time. I pull his black jeans down to his ankles and he steps out of them, and he pulls his white t-shirt up over his head, throwing it over his shoulder as he steps out of his jeans, kicking them away. And then I pull down his boxers, leaving them bunched up at the top of his thighs, and my heart skips a beat, my eyes widening and my mouth watering at how beautiful he is. His legs are long and toned and his skin is tan and clear, pulled over hard muscles and a full six pack, his abs rippling as his long, thick length stands up against them, rock hard and leaking with precum. I spit on his dick, his breath catching in his throat at the contact, before I use my palm to spread my saliva over his length, his hips bucking. He’s so sensitive, reacting to my every touch, and I almost feel sorry for him, thinking how long he must have been hard. And he’s so big, so thick, with a beautiful fucking curve, that I actually wonder how the hell I’m supposed to get more than just the head of his cock in.

Without wasting time, I lick the tip, revelling in the shaky breath that falls from his lips, his salty precum spread across my tongue. I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, kitten licking his tip, occasionally swirling my tongue around the head, exhales and gentle groans escaping from his lips. He soon gets impatient, gathering my hair up in one hand and trying to push my head further down onto him, but I resist his force. ‘Stop fucking teasing, y/n,’ he spits out, making me grin to myself, and I don’t waste another second before sinking down onto his length until he hits the back of my throat, the boy letting out a strangled moan as I begin to bob my head up and down. I can’t get my lips to the base of his cock, and my jaw quickly begins to ache, because he’s just too damn big, gags being forced from my throat every few seconds. I take him out of my mouth, placing my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock to relieve myself of having him in my mouth, but he’s quickly bucking his hips, desperate to have my lips around him again. I look up at him through my lashes as I swirl my tongue around the tip before slowly taking him in as far as possible, gagging around him, and when he hits the back of my throat, his head falls back, a desperate moan of my name falling from his lips, the sound rushing straight to my core.

I slowly build up my pace, steadily bobbing my head up and down, taking him in further each time. ‘Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking good at this, oh, my God. So fucking good, angel, such a good little cockslut for me,’ he groans, hips bucking and making my eyes water, not to mention how hard he’s tugging on my hair, but his moans spur me on through the pain. And I just as I’m beginning to adjust, nearly getting him into my throat, he loses his patience. He starts thrusting into my mouth, controlling my head movements with the hand he has fisted in my hair, and all I can do is grab onto his thighs as he fucks my mouth. ‘Fuck, you’re so good. My perfect little whore, letting me fuck your mouth, and taking it so well. Love hearing you gagging,’ he says, thrusting particularly hard and prompting a gag from me, the noise making him moan. ‘So sexy,’ he whispers, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him thrust faster. Tears stream down my face, saliva bubbling around my mouth and dripping down my chin and neck.

And then there’s a knock at the door, followed by, ‘Jimin, you in there?’ Jimin stills completely and opens his mouth to reply, but I get an idea, deciding to get my revenge for all the edging. I bob up and down on his length, furiously fast, hands playing with his balls, and a strangled groan falls from his lips, panic in his eyes when he looks down at me. ‘y/n,’ he says, almost pleadingly, and I look up at him innocently, as the door opens. I take his dick out of my mouth, looking around Jimin to see Hoseok stood in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight with Namjoon stood behind him, quickly clapping his hand over his eyes when he sees us. ‘I…’ Hoseok says, Jimin sighing before looking at him over his shoulder. ‘Yes?’ ‘Sorry. But I did ask if you were in here,’ Hoseok says, eyes flitting to me, and I can see him holding back a laugh when I grin at him mischievously. ‘Please, Hobi, just get what you need, and go,’ Jimin says tiredly, Hoseok nodding as he darts in, grabbing a charger from what must be the other bed which must be his, before darting back out, dropping a wink at me before he shuts the door.

And Jimin looks down at me, his gaze making my stomach turn. ‘Get up. Now,’ he spits out, and I rise up from the floor as slowly as possible as he pushes his boxers off, leaving him stood in all his glory. He’s so fucking beautiful, an absolutely Adonis – his body is perfect, like it’s been carved by the Gods. He rips my pants off as he reaches around me, unclasping my bralet with unmatched expertise, pulling it off my arms, and throwing both items over his shoulder. He grabs me by the neck, forceful but not violent, and walks me backwards to his bed, pushing me down and climbing over me. ‘You think you’re funny, huh?’ he demands, no regard for how tight he’s gripping my throat, and I grin, enjoying how pissed off he is. ‘We were doing well, and you just had to fucking ruin it,’ he spits out, entire weight on me, and I struggle for air, the lack of oxygen making my head spin pleasurably. ‘You like being caught in the act, huh? Like being a dirty little bitch and being on your knees for me in front of my friends? Or d’you just like pissing me off?’ he demands, eyes dark with anger, veins in his neck corded tight. ‘Like… pissing… you off. Thought… we could… try… hate… sex…’ I breathe out between deep inhales, desperately trying to take in enough air, and he smirks. ‘Thought you’d piss me off, so I’d hate you?’ he asks, and I grin as best as I can, eyes watering. He reaches down and grips his cock in one hand, running his length along my folds teasingly, sending little waves of pleasure through me. ‘Don’t make me beg,’ I whisper, my hoarse voice making him loosen his grip slightly, a smirk stretching his lips out. ‘That’d be mean, right? After how good you’ve been for me?’ he says sarcastically, eyebrow raised, and I fix him with a glare, his hand tightening again, rings digging into my skin. ‘Beg, bitch,’ he spits harshly, and I’m silent, our eyes locked together. ‘I could cum just like this,’ he says, still running his cock across my folds, and I sigh, the thought of him not fucking me making me snake my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to press my lips to his ear and whisper, ‘Fuck me, Jimin, so hard I can’t fucking walk, for as long as you fucking want. Fill me up with your big fat cock until I can’t breathe. Don’t care about me – I’m just a slut for you to use for your own pleasure, a whore for you to fill with your cum until your balls are empty.’ My words make him gulp, eyes blown wide with desire, and I press my lips to his, speaking against his mouth:

‘Fuck me like you hate me.’

He plunges all the way into me, both of us moaning, ‘fuck’, drawing the word out until he bottoms out, and it’s so fucking good. He’s so thick, the stretch burning deliciously, the curve of his cock having him fill me up perfectly, brushing up against my spongy spot without even meaning to. He doesn’t give me even a second to adjust, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, both of us letting out moans at the feeling. He sets a bruisingly fast pace, the bed hitting the wall with each strong thrust of his. ‘So fucking tight. Gonna stretch you out with my fat cock, gonna ruin you for everyone else,’ he growls, forcing the words out with effort, his energy being taken up by thrusting into me, and it’s euphoria, absolutely euphoria. ‘I’d… like to see you… try,’ I breathe out between moans, and he chuckles, hammering into me, heavy balls slapping against my skin. ‘I already broke you, angel – don’t make me embarrass you by doing it again,’ he growls, hand still tight around my neck, my hands on his back, nails digging into his skin, hard. He grabs one of my legs, lifting it to rest on his shoulder, and he goes even deeper than before, my eyes rolling back into my head at the feeling of his cock dragging against my walls.

Obscene squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room with my moans and whimpers, his groans and grunts, the smell of sex thick on the air as he abuses my pussy, pounding into me like there’s no tomorrow, and all I can think is, ‘why the fuck haven’t we done this already?’ ‘Fucking gushing around me, soaking my bed like a good little slut. Gonna smell like you for days – my other bitches will know I’ve had a cock-hungry whore in here,’ he moans against my ear, rage filling me at the mention of other girls, and I can’t help myself. I slap him around the face, and he just grins at me, cheek reddening, not ceasing his thrusting. ‘Jealous? Don’t worry, baby, you’re the best I’ve ever had. I’ll ruin you, but you’ve ruined me. Only want your pussy from now. Want you to be my good little bitch, my sex toy,’ he grunts, cock hammering into me relentlessly, my walls clenching around him. ‘Only if you eat my pussy with those pretty lips,’ I whisper with a grin, and he chuckles, smirking. ‘Can’t wait to taste your pussy, angel. But let me fill it with my cum first,’ he breathes out against my neck, making me moan, before he practically pushes me down into the mattress, cock pounding into me bruisingly hard.

‘So fucking tight around me, baby, like you’ve never been fucked. Your cunt was made for me, huh? Scream my name out, babe. Let everyone in the damn house hear how good my cock makes you feel,’ he prompts, and I can’t help but do as he says, head thrown back into the pillow as he repeatedly hits my g-spot, crying his name repeatedly like a mantra. And I can feel my orgasm approaching, my walls clenched around him, my nails raking down his back, moans falling from my mouth again and again. ‘You gonna cum for me, baby? Come on, want you to soak my cock like a good little slut. Cum for me, angel,’ he whispers against my ear, hand snaking down to rub at my clit, other hand still tight around my neck, pushing me down into the mattress, and I feel the knot in my stomach tightening, head full of bliss. And then he hits the spot inside me head-on, and I reach my high.

I scream out his name, so loud it feels like it’s being ripped out of throat, my own voice ringing in my ears as I cum around him, gushing out release, walls clamped around him so tight he can’t move, and so he rubs at my clit to prolong my orgasm. Never have I felt an orgasm this intense, never felt pleasure like this, and my vision becomes blurry as the tears run down my face, mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back into my head and nails raking down his back, breaking the skin. And when I begin coming down, my walls loosening around him, he starts chasing his own high, with no concern for me at all. He slams into me, again and again, the bed probably leaving dents in the wall every time it bumps against it, and the overstimulation is too much, making me sob. But he doesn’t care, one hand pressing into the mattress, the other one still around my neck as he fucks into me, grunts and groans falling from his lips, and when my vision clears, I nearly cum again at the sight of him.

His black hair is pasted to his head with sweat, his skin completely drenched and glistening with perspiration, mouth wide open and letting out whispers of my name, lips swollen and shining. His eyes are dark, impossibly dark, completely blown wide with lust, and his face is flushed and contorted with pleasure. His muscles ripple with the effort of fucking me, desperate whines escaping his lips as he chases his high, body tense and strong. He looks like sin incarnate.

And I can feel him nearing his orgasm, dick twitching inside me, and I tighten around him, digging my heel into his back to hold him place, his hips stuttering with erratic thrusts. ‘Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum in this tight little pussy. So good for me, so good,’ he moans loudly, making my lips curl in satisfaction before he lets out a cry of, ‘fuck, y/n, gonna cum!’ He buries himself deep inside me, head falling to rest in the crook of my neck, biting down on my skin as he cums, thick and hot ropes of his release painting my insides. And there’s so much of it, an endless amount of cum flooding me, and my sensitive walls fluttering around him prolongs his high, milking his cock for all he has.

Once he’s done, he pulls his softened cock out of me, moving down the bed with a grin, wanting to see his masterpiece. ‘You squirted, you know?’ he says nonchalantly, eyes momentarily flitting up from my pussy to meet mine, and I can’t mask the surprise quick enough, a satisfied smirk stretching across his lips. ‘Thought so. I’m the best you’ve ever had, right, babe?’ he asks, eyes trained on my folds, waiting for his cum to leak out of me, and I don’t reply. ‘God, after such a good fucking, you’re still a stubborn little bitch? Well, whatever. If it makes you feel better, that was the best I’ve ever had too,’ he says, and I’m silent, attempting to ignore the thrill that runs through me – he’s fucked that many girls, but I’m the best. ‘Your moans are so pretty, angel. My name sounds good on your lips,’ he grins, and I roll my eyes, dropping my head back to rest on the pillow – I’m absolutely exhausted, physically and mentally (and of him). ‘Do you always talk this much after sex?’ I ask, and he chuckles. ‘Nope. I usually give them a kiss on their cheek and send them on their way. You should be honoured you’re getting pillow talk,’ he says cockily, and I scoff. ‘Fuck you.’ ‘I just did,’ he says, voice dripping with mirth, and I roll my eyes.

And then I feel it. His cum beginning to drip out of me. ‘God, I really did cum deep, huh? Look how long it took,’ he says, words lined with fascination as he watches my pussy intently. ‘Remember when you said I’ve got a tiny dick?’ he laughs, and I let out an annoyed noise. ‘Shut up,’ I say half-heartedly, before he collects up some of his cum on his fingers, making me let out a shaky breath as I look down at him. He holds his fingers out to me, and I don’t bother waiting this time, licking them clean, and his cum is actually... not bad. Sweet and almost… fruity. But I’m knocked out of my thoughts about his semen when he licks a bold stripe up my pussy, a broken moan falling from my lips. ‘I… didn’t think my cum would taste this good. Or maybe it’s just your pussy,’ he says casually, as though discussing the taste of cocktails. ‘I think it’s your cum.’ ‘Let me test it,’ he says before delving back down for another taste of my juices, making me moan before I thread my fingers into his hair, pulling him away. ‘I’m too sensitive,’ I say gently, and he nods, moving to lie beside me. ‘It’s you, by the way. Your pussy tastes amazing. You gotta let me eat you out in the morning,’ he says, and I turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow and trying to ignore how handsome he is. ‘In the morning?’ ‘Well, if you wanna stay the night, that is,’ he offers indifferently, but I can see that he’s a little nervous underneath the casual demeanour, and so am I, panicking at the prospect of this… not being just sex.

‘Where’s my phone?’ I ask, and he laughs at the swift topic change, before reaching his hand under the pillow my head is on, pulling out my phone, and handing it to me as I thank him – though I shouldn’t have to say thanks for getting my phone back. But whatever. I start to get up, slowly sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. ‘Are you leaving?’ he asks, almost panicked, and I laugh. ‘I gotta clean myself up, and go to the toilet – I don’t want a UTI. Where’s the bathroom?’ I ask, and he pulls a face. ‘It’s the last door in the corridor,’ he says, sitting up to watch me as I collect up my clothes, legs shaky. ‘You’re not gonna put those tight ass clothes back on, are you?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘It’s not like I brought a spare change,’ I say, and he laughs, getting out of bed. He goes to his wardrobe, getting out a loose black long-sleeved top of his, and then to his chest of drawers, delving deep into one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of black Nike socks and a pair of black cotton pants, holding them out to me. And I look at him, looking back at the clothes, before looking back up at him, and then back at the clothes. ‘I hope to God you’re not expecting me to wear those random pants,’ I say with disgust, and he laughs. ‘They’re brand new, I promise. Rosie bought a pack to keep here for when… hers weren’t suitable to wear anymore, and these are from that pack – they’ve never been worn. I swear. And the top and socks are mine – freshly washed,’ he says, and I nod, still suspicious, sniffing the pants when he hands them to me. They smell clean, and I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt – I’d rather not be underwear-less in a frat house. So I pull the pants on, and then his top, trying to ignore how it smells exactly like him, the nice scent filling my senses, and it’s long enough that it covers my ass completely, hem brushing against my thighs. I pull on the socks, soft material nice against my tired feet (I don’t know why I wear heels – it’s literal torture).

‘Make sure you knock – there might be someone in there,’ he says meaningfully, and I scrunch my nose up in disgust. ‘Who fucks in the bathroom of a frat house?’ I ask, and he’s silent, looking a little sheepish. ‘That’s gross. Please, don’t. I don’t want to know,’ I say when he opens his mouth to explain, and he nods, holding back a laugh. I open the door, looking down the corridor to see if it’s empty before rushing towards the bathroom. Thankfully it’s empty, so I wee and clean myself up, trying to ignore how much of a state I look. Once I’m done, I look a little more presentable, but it’s clear I’ve just been fucked, my eyes a little heavy and lips swollen, and my skin glowing. My makeup (which was a full face) is minimal now, my mascara slightly smudged around my eyes and my foundation patchy around my mouth and chin, so I blend it out as best as I can, and it doesn’t actually look that bad. The most noticeable thing is the purpling marks from his mouth, his hand and his rings around my neck and under my jaw, the ones on my collarbones hidden by his top. I run my fingers through my hair, and have it hanging around my face, not really covering the marks, but it’s the best I can do. I head back into Jimin’s bedroom, and I stifle a laugh at seeing that he’s fast asleep. And he looks really fucking cute, lips pouted, hair messy and face relaxed with slumber. How can he go from being the most annoying person in the world, to being sin personified, to being adorable? It’s obvious he was expecting me to stay the night with him – he’s on one side of the bed, the other side with two pillows, my phone sat atop them with the blanket pulled down for me to climb in.

But I can’t. I can’t stay the night and pretend like everything’s okay. Yes, he just gave me the best fucking of my life, but I’m not sure if it makes up for all the times he’s been a dick to me over the past couple years. And now, he’s expecting me to climb into bed with him, to act like we’re more than just two people who hate each other, and acted on our sexual tension and attraction to one another. Because that is all we are. But then he said things like me being the best he’s had, and that he wants to eat me out in the morning, and he’s expecting me to stay the night when he never lets anyone stay the night – everyone knows that about him. So maybe he doesn’t hate me, which is terrifying, because I cannot deal with Park Jimin not hating me.

So I have to make him hate me.

Quietly, I grab my phone, and he moves in his sleep, stirring, making me panic and run out of the room, leaving behind my clothes and shoes. I venture to the end of the corridor, ordering my Uber before looking down the flight of stairs, spotting the group of my friends still sat on the landing, Chaeyoung sat closest. ‘Chaeng, I whisper, but she doesn’t hear me. ‘Chaeng!’ I hiss a little louder, and she looks around before spotting me, opening her mouth to speak before I hold a finger to my lips. She gets up, pretending she’s going to the bathroom before rushing up the stairs. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Yeah, but I need to, like, escape. I’ve ordered an Uber, but I left my shoes in his room,’ I say, and she instantly slides off her sparkly silver sliders. ‘Don’t you need them?’ ‘Yoongi said I could stay the night,’ she says shyly, making me squeal with excitement for her, a little smile on her face. ‘You know there’s no way you’re gonna be able to leave without everyone seeing you?’ she says, and I sigh, slipping her shoes on. ‘I know, but I can’t stay. I can’t share a bed with him,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘Girl, we heard everything. Everything. But staying the night is where you draw the line?’ she asks, and I nod, absolutely humiliated that they could hear. ‘Yes. I still hate him,’ I say as though it’s obvious, and she just nods, holding back a laugh. ‘Come on, then,’ she says, leading me down the stairs, and I’m so embarrassed when my friends spot me, jeering and laughing. ‘Walk of shame!’ Bambam shouts, before the boys all begin chanting it, and I cover my face in embarrassment. ‘Bye, girls!’ I call over the racket, the girls all bidding me goodbye before Chaeyoung leads me down the next flight of steps.

She turns the handle of the front door, pushing it open for me, and I quickly rush out before I can run into anyone else. ‘Thanks, Chaeng, you’re the best. I’ll drop these off tomorrow,’ I say, motioning to the shoes, and she waves my words off. ‘Just bring them to try-outs next weekend. Text me when you get home,’ she says, and I nod, my phone buzzing to let me know my Uber’s a minute away. ‘See you, Chaeng,’ I call over my shoulder, heading up to the pavement. My Uber pulls up, and I turn to wave at Chaeyoung, instead seeing her being pushed out of the way by Jin and Jungkook who are cheering and shouting at me, running over. I quickly jump into the Uber before they can reach me, telling the driver to go quickly, and he does so, leaving Dumb and Dumber in our dust. I’m silent the entire journey back, trying my hardest to stay awake, and I can feel him looking at me in the rear-view mirror, probably wondering why I’m dressed the way I am, getting into an Uber at 4am. Or maybe he knows exactly why.

When we pull up to my accommodation, the sky is already beginning to lighten with morning just around the corner, and I thank him, climbing out of the Uber and heading into the building, entire body aching. I take the lift, having to lean one hand against the wall as I walk down the corridor towards our door. And then I realise I left my bag, with my keys in them, in Jimin’s bedroom. I’d hoped to sneak in whilst Jennie was asleep, but I’ll definitely have to wake her up now. I knock on the door, not too loud because I don’t want to wake anyone in the neighbouring rooms up, but it works, Jennie instantly opening the door. And she doesn’t look like she’s been sleeping, wide awake and fixing me with a hard glare. She knows.

‘How the hell do you know?’ I ask tiredly as she moves to the side to let me in, looking me up and down. ‘Namjoon phoned me after your conversation with him, to clear the air. And halfway through our reconciliation, I can hear shouting in the background, and he kindly informs me that you and Jimin were having a screaming match on ASP’s front lawn. And then he texts me around an hour and a half later to say he’d just seen you on your knees in Jimin’s bedroom with his dick in your mouth,’ she says, voice harsh but eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘I know, I know, I’m an idiot. But I’m really fucking tired and achy so can I sleep first? I promise, I’ll let you lecture me all you want in the morning,’ I say as I collapse into my bed, and she just stares at me for a moment before nodding, a small grin on her face. ‘It’s about time you got laid.’ ‘Oh, thanks.’ ‘I want all the details in the morning.’ ‘I’m not sure you do.’ ‘Ew.’

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