Delivered, I’m Yours | Pjm

Powerful || knj (m)

➳ pairing : dom!namjoon x f!reader

➳ genre : smut, explicit, pwp.

➳ summary : namjoon shows you who’s the one in charge.

➳ rating & word count : 18+ (nsfw) ; ~1K

➳ warnings : language, unprotected, rough sex (please be safe bubs), daddy kink, power play, spanking, marking, choking, orgasm control, big dick!namjoon with strength kink.

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Coming down to the dorm gym and secretly watching him workout was probably a bad idea.

You gulp, your eyes admiring him as he lifts the weight, his muscles flexing under pressure. The way he growls lowly whenever his back muscles contract doesn’t go unnoticed either.

Whatever he’s doing, it’s making you a mess. His mess.

Sighing, you cross your legs together in an attempt to stop the godforsaken need of his touch. The rustle of your clothes draws a certain someone’s attention.

“Baby? Are you here?”

Well fuck.

You really tried to avoid getting caught. ‘Tried’ being the keyword. Nibbling on your lower lip nervously, you emerge from your hiding place, sighing disappointedly. His eager eyes follow your movements, a subtle smirk on his lips.

“What are you doing here?”, he states, grabbing a water bottle and drinking half of it, the scene turning you on even more than you already are. The silence stretches as you look at him hungrily, and namjoon quirks an eyebrow.

“You okay there?”

Snapping back to reality, you look at him, utterly lost about the conversation. He shakes his head, walking upto you and grabbing your forearm, “Pay some fucking attention, y/n. Why’re ya so distracted?”

You look at him seductively, purring softly into his ear, “Give me some fucking attention, then.”

He huffs, letting out a low chuckle, “Oh c’mon! What am I doing if not giving you attention?”

You cross your arms, groaning, “Really? IQ 148 much?”

Clearly offended, he rolls his eyes, “What now? How many times have I–”

You cut him off, kissing him gently, pulling out shortly to tease him.

“I said give me some fucking attention. Fuck me, daddy.”

His irises turn darker, desire evident in them as he catches your mouth hungrily, groaning in the kiss, “Oh yeah? And why should daddy fuck you?”

You smirk, “It’s alright if you don’t want to. I can ask someone else to fuck my drenched pussy.”

“What the fuck did you just say?”, he gropes your ass roughly, slapping it before pulling down both of your shorts and panties.

“Tell me that again.”, he spanks you, pushing you against the wall. The cold surface makes you shiver, moans falling off your lips as he pushes his two fingers inside you, fingering you with a force that brings both pleasure and pain.

“Why are you so fucking silent? Tell. Me. That. Again! You whore!”

You could only whimper in response, rocking your hips in sync with the pace of his fingers. He grips on your throat in response, retrieving his fingers from your cunt, removing his sweat pant and boxers, “You know what is your punishment for saying that to daddy?”

The pressure increases on your throat, a whine escaping you.

“You won’t get to cum tonight babygirl.”

Both of you gasp as his cock nudges your entrance, your inner walls squeezing and stretching to give him space inside you. Your nails scrape against the wall, his girth filling you up all the way upto your cervix.

“Namjoon– aah- please–”, you cry out, writhing softly in his arms. He squeezes your throat in response, grunting, “Don’t you dare make a fucking sound.”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his dick pulsating deep inside you, your teeth sinking on the pillowy flesh of your lower lip in an attempt to reduce the volume of the sounds you’re making. He nibbles on your sensitive flesh, sighing before he starts pulling out until only his tip is inside you, only slam back in your cunt.

You choke out a breathe, his hips snapping against your ass deliciously, the sound echoing through the empty gym-room. He rolls his hips to stimulate your g-spot, a gasp escaping you in ecstasy. His right hand covers your mouth, his hot breathe fanning over your neck, “I said don’t make a fucking sound!”

His speed increases as if on purpose, his left hand reaching for your clit, pinching the swollen bub and rubbing it. Your inner walls contract around him, an orgasm approaching you hard and fast. He bites down your neck, surely leaving a mark before he soothes it with slow licks. Your crest higher and higher, about to reach the pinnacle just when he pulls out all the way, all your tries on vain as you whine and whimper, pushing your ass up in attempt to have him again.

“I said what I said, no cumming tonight.”, he slaps your right ass cheek with that, making you face him.

“Mark it down, I’m the who’s in charge. The moment you called me daddy, you made me powerful. So you better keep that in mind, y/n.”

You curl up in his arms with a mewl, “Daddy...”

He immediately picks you up in his arms, his eyes so intense that you shudder involuntarily. Soon enough, you feel his hardened manhood pressing in your crotch, and you moan when he enters you, yet again, filling you up inch by inch. He starts moving, the new angle letting him hit new places inside your pussy. Delirious, you hold onto his shoulders, pressing your face in his neck to muffle your moans. He hisses, grasping on your ass to bounce you on his cock, a lone tear trailing down your supple cheek while his tip hits your cervical area roughly.

“Does that hurt baby, hmm?”, he murmurs, licking your left nipple briefly, pounding into your cunt. Your head lolls back in pure pleasure, your toes curling around his waist as you squeeze his cock happily, wanting to cum badly. He chuckles out loud, moving harder against you, pushing you closer to the release only to pull back before you can orgasm.

Frustrated, you smack his forearm, your core still pulsating. He only grins devilishly, setting you down on the nearby bench, biting your earlobe playfully.

“No cumming today babygirl.”, he grips your hands reaching down for your clit, his voice warning, “Be daddy’s good girl or daddy will tie you up so that you can’t touch yourself.”

You look at him with puppy dog eyes, “Daddy please... I wanna cum...”

Namjoon leans down, kissing you roughly before whispering softly, “If you be a good girl all day, tomorrow daddy will make you cum so many times that you’ll pass out.”

Author’s notes :

Namjoon is the OG daddy. Yes, repeat after me because it’s true. I can’t hsfnghkk daddy do that with me 😩!

SORRY if there are any typos and mistakes I didn’t edit this 😭

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thunder - ksj | m

your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. do you know you’re unlike any other? you’ll always be my thunder. - thunder, boys like girls

↳ summary- you allow your best friend Jin to take you backpacking once per year.  apparently, this year’s outing would be the wettest yet.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- kim seokjin x reader

↳ word count- 6k

↳ genre- fluff, tiny angst, smut, comedy

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, light dom!jin, light sub!reader, fucking in tents haha ha ha ha, cum play, cum eating, possessive dirty talk

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Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Status: Complete

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The photograph of your ex-boyfriend, his face creased into that familiar dimpled smile and his arm wrapped snugly around his new girlfriend.

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Rating: 18+

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[ ! ] this is a “bad influence” drabble

— summary; Jungkook gets a bit jealous. Not that he’d ever admit it. 

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Jungkook hated the wintertime. He hated the fact that you no longer used skirts because of the cold weather, hated that you had to go away for a few weeks because of winter break and, above all, hated those stupid turtlenecks you wore. 

Not because you didn’t look good in them — in fact, he had grown to appreciate them over the weeks, the way they made your breasts pop out and how your body felt so comfortable and warm against his — but because it became extremely easy for you to cover up the hickeys he gave you. Which completely missed the point of even having hickeys in the first place. 

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high end | jjk

↳ summary: jungkook is a best-selling erotica novelist living in a lavish neighborhood. He spends his days cruising on yachts, tasting the world’s most expensive wines, and fucking bar-staff. But, as soon as you move in next door with your fruity cocktails, tight bikinis, and odd philosophies, his hobbies shift. To put it plainly; you’re sex on legs and he wants to write about you in his upcoming novel. But first, he has to get to know you inside and out. 

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↳ word count: 13,050

↳ warnings: unprotected sex, orgy, semi-public sex, semi-public petting, semi-public fingering, ice play, nipple play, bondage, licking, biting, fingering, drooling, spanking, finger sucking, hair pulling, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, use of sex toys, multiple orgasms, pussy eating, dick sucking, throat fucking, crying, gagging, high drug use, drinking, swearing

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Let’s get one thing straightened out; rich people love to do rich people shit. Whether it be deep-throating oysters in the coastal towns of France, raiding designer stores, or pretending to relate to the lower class, they do it and they do it often.

Jeon Jungkook is guilty of most of the above. At 25 years of age, he lives in a multi million-dollar house situated in the privacy and luxury of the Hills. His neighbors live just as lavishly; some actors, some dentists, and some wealthy by marriage. Their problems seem bizarre to the average person, but respectfully, problems are problems. If you’re feeling off about something — even if you’re standing in your ten-acre garden and can’t seem to decide where to build your own personal water park — you still have a problem.

Jungkook has a problem of his own, but we’ll get to that in a moment.

How the fuck did he get so rich and where do I sign up? You might be thinking to yourself. He writes about the intimate and explicit details of sex. Each of his novels revolve around a successful individual dealing with life’s obstacles and ultimately leaving their imprint on the world. The sex scenes are a by-product of the power play. There’s a lot of power in sex, there’s a lot of love in his heart for life and its obstacles, and there’s a lot of money in publishing well-written (debatable), fantasy-driven erotica novels. 

To say he was born with a silver spoon sticking out of both of his ears would be a bit of an overstatement, but not too far from the truth. His parents are the masterminds behind a multi billion-dollar tech company that develops security software. From day one, they drove the tech-fantasy into their sons head, and even though they persuaded him to graduate college with a Bachelor of Advanced Computer Science, things took a different turn once he stepped foot into the real world; he grew a little too cocky with his qualifications, social status, and good looks, and so spent his time entertaining a rowdy bunch of people, partying, having insane amounts of sex, drinking whatever was handed to him, snorting blow off bars, and everything else the champagne life entails.

And then, like most young people, he was inspired by a short-lived summer romance. She was an aspiring solicitor, beautiful, confident, and determined, but her determination made her use people like dental floss. She bat her eyelashes a thousand times, said anything to grow her network, and lied like it was a 9-5 job. But, as much as it hurt him, he never grew to hate her. There was something about her — maybe it was the way she could tame every doubt in his mind, or the way she built herself from the ground up — that made it clear that she knew the world was hers. She was the inspiration behind his first novel. Similar to how musicians write an array of emotional lyrics and dedicate music videos to ex-lovers, he too found a way to tell stories. The difference is that he never writes out of spite. No matter how many chapters of heartbreak he could write, he believes it to be wholly unproductive. He sees the good and the fun in others or he doesn’t see at all.

He knew many fine publishers through his parents, so it wasn’t long before he was an official published author with a new network of literate friends. His novel was a quick success thanks to his advertising team. They worked their ass to the bone to gain a cult following for him. Posters were on bus-stops, library walls, retirement home notice boards, and even on the ‘Do Not Feed the Ducks’ signs at parks. If the ducks and the elderly weren’t already into sexy, but also kind of odd novels, they sure as hell are now.

He was crowned the king of erotica just a week after his first publication.

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