Sub!Bts Thoughts

[5:39am] sub!beomgyu x afab!reader(M)

!!: smut!(drabble), mommy kink, praise, hair pulling, breast sucking, creampie, this is very tame tbh.

wc: 1.2k

A/N: this is very mediocre lol so don't come for me, im just horny for subby gyu. if there's spelling errors then idk man cry abt it?

your hands tangled themselves in beomgyus hair as your tongue explored his mouth, both of you enjoying the warm and wet feeling. this had started with innocent little pecks on the lips and gentle touches and now you were laid back on the couch, your head on the armrest with beomgyu between your legs, grinding into you while you swallowed each other's noises, your tongues tangled together as you got lost in the feeling of each other.

beomgyu suddenly pulled away, "p-please mommy..." he whimpered, grinding harder into you while looking at you with puppy eyes, a pout on his pretty, swollen and red lips. "please what baby boy?" he immediately whined at the pet name and you felt his dick twitch through the material of his sweats. "please t-touch m-me mommy" his hands gripped your waist and he lowered his head to rest on your shoulder, trying to keep it together. you trailed your hand down his body and palmed him through his clothes, immediately causing him to moan out as he rutted into your hand, "hey, be patient or you won't get anything." your warning was enough for him to still completely, waiting for your move no matter how hard it was for him not to basically hump your hand.

you slipped your hand into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his shaft, beomgyu whimpering at the feeling of being touched even just a little. you began to stroke him at a slow pace, making it difficult for him to keep control on purpose, the way he was moaning and whining made it obvious how much he was straining from thrusting into your hand, "such a good boy hm? so good for mommy". beomgyu moaned at your praise, the mix of your painfully slow hand to your voice spilling praise into his ear made it hard to keep it together. to distract himself from your torture beomgyu pulled up your shirt, pleasantly surprised at the fact you weren't wearing a bra, which just made things easier for him as he latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, his warm mouth providing a nice, welcome feeling as you sighed at his touch, muttering his name. beomgyu loved sucking on your nipples almost as much as he loved fucking you, he always just felt so safe as he closed his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of your perked nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking across it, making you moan, your hand reaching to grip his long hair as he swapped to give each the same treatment.

beomgyu felt himself getting close as your pace had sped up while he was paying attention to your boobs. "w-wait mommy" he squirmed away from you and you worried that you'd done something wrong, "what is it? did i hurt you?" beomgyu shook his head, avoiding your eyes as his cheeks flushed red, "j-just wanna...c-cum...inside…please?" he finally looked up at you with doe eyes as he fiddled with his own hands. your heart melted at how cute he looked all fucked out with rosy cheeks, messy hair, puffy and red lips and his leaky cock painfully hard and flushed red at the tip. "of course baby boy" you sat up and stroked his cheek before you both pulled your shirts over your heads almost in perfect sync. you stood up briefly to shimmy out of your leggings and underwear, beomgyu doing the same before you both got back into the same position you had been in.

you pulled beomgyu into a messy, rough kiss as he slowly pushed into you, both of you moaning into each other's mouths. beomgyu immediately started to thrust into you, pulling away to bury his face in your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist. you raised your hand to take a chunk of his hair into your grip and yanked, causing beomgyu to let out a broken moan as his hips stuttered, "m-mommy fuck" he whimpered directly into your ear, the sound of his fucked out and high pitched voice making you clench around him as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer, wanting him as deep as he could go.

you were both panting and moaning, gripping each other's bodies layered with a sheen of sweat. beomgyu was now thrusting into you at fast pace, a lewd skin slapping sound echoing through the room, "s-so good baby f-fuck" you ran both your hands up the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair as he moaned and whimpered in your ear, "m-mommy 'm c-close" beomgyu whined, a few stray tears rolling down his cheeks, the intense pleasure overwhelming him. "me t-too baby, just a l-little more" you could feel your release creeping up on you quickly as beomgyus thrusts got harder and more exact, his cock dragging against your walls and hitting all the right spots that made you see stars.

you were in a haze, everything feeling so unbelievably good as you clung to beomgyus broad shoulders, it all feeling almost like a dream, like you weren't even here as he pounded into you, chasing his own release and pushing you to yours just as fast, your stomach tightening as your back arched up, pressing you even closer to beomgyu as he completely engulfed you in his arms, his head buried in your shoulder as he started to tremble, whimpering out pleas as you moaned out his name repeatedly.

"m-mommy 'm g-gonna cum" beomgyu dragged out the last word with a whine as you felt his hips stuttering, his breathing heavy and hot against your skin. "f-fuck me too b-baby boy, k-keep going" you shut your eyes tight as you threw your head back, your back arching, thighs trembling and with one final harsh thrust both of you toppled over the edge, beomgyus warm cum filling you to the brim as your own leaked out around his cock that was still shallowly fucking his cum into you, both of you moaning each other's names as you gripped onto your sweaty bodies like you'd disappear if one let go.

both of you caught your breaths while just holding one another, your hand gently running up and down beomgyus spine, soothing him to the point he was falling asleep still buried inside you but now soft, it was nice to just be this close but not in a sexual way, just silence, enjoying each other's presence while being as close as two people can be, gentle touches saying a thousand words. you felt yourself begin to drift off to sleep as you looked down to see beomgyu comatose on top of you, you didn't want to disturb him and it didn't bother you to clean up later so you just grabbed the blanket laying on the back of the couch and carefully lay it across both of your still naked bodies, just in case you got a surprise visitor or something. the last thing you remember before you fell asleep was beomgyu nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around your body as you smiled ear-to-ear.

i love being a girl who just LOOKS like she smells good you know? my skin is always clean and moisturized and protected by spf, my makeup is pretty and sparkly and glowy and blushy, my lips are soft, plump, and glossy, my hair is always clean and done in a cute and dolly style when i go out, i’m always wearing yummy scented perfumes and body glitter, my nails and toes are always done, and i take care of myself on the inside and out!! i love when my effort and self love is shown on the outside too!🎀

what about yan!jk who cries after sex. eyes glossy, face morphed into pleasure as he kisses down your body. your body glistening with the afterglow of sex and jungkook’s tears !!

this was from a post i saw 👀

I’ll elaborate on this hehe <3333

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Thirst thought above: “what about yan!jk who cries after sex. Eyes glossy, face morphed into pleasure as he kisses down your body. Your body glistening with the afterglow of sex and Jungkook tears!!!”

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Jungkook is a very passionate lover imo!!! Especially obsessive yan!jk! I feel that sex and everything surrounding is extremely important to him. He feels like he likes to work for the reward of sex, so the moment he and you start, he’s already completely gone. He will worship your body and treat you like you’re a holy figure, because hes so obsessed with you. Jungkook will never fuck like he doesn’t care. He will always show how great his appreciation is.

After sex, his beautiful face is glistening with your juices, he’s using his mouth to make love to your body, continuing to pleasure you even after the deed is done.

Jungkook is also naturally emotional when it comes to the people he loves, and his love for you his entirely heightened within the moment. His tears begin to fall, as he realizes how deeply he loves you. He wouldn’t want to spend this kind of moment with anyone else. He wouldn’t want to do this with any other person. He decides that you look so beautiful. He’s never been more content with anything else in his life.

Your body looks even better to him now, and his mind begins to search through his thoughts. He wants to continue to pleasure you because of this.

Jungkooks tears are representative of his utter devotion to you.

It's been 10 years, haven't you had enough? Never.

When did Attuma and Okoye realize they were in love with each other? How did their first "I love you" or "I'm in love with you" go? Was it in their native tongue? OMG who said it first? Did the other say it immediately after? Was it Romantic? Clumsy? Awkward? Planned? In the heat of the moment? Do they only say it to each other in the other's mother language now? Give me all the deets please.

Hi, anon! This is just one of my 3,000 little headcanons with them.

Attuma realized he was in love with her one evening when she was standing by the shore with him, looking out at the water and trying to paint a picture of Talokan in her mind. It was a place that she almost couldn't begin to comprehend. The sun was setting and the light was reflecting on her skin and she was glowing. He couldn't help but stare at her, heart swelling when she smiled or asked a question about his home. She was more curious than she appeared, always wanting to know more. He'd tell her everything she wanted to know. He'd give her everything she ever wanted if she said the word.

Okoye didn't realize that she was in love until she hadn't seen him due to pushing him away. She thought she did it for his benefit as well as her own, but she kept catching herself missing him at the most random times. She'd be practicing with a punching bag and think of him, or she'd walk along the waters and wish he was there. It irked her because she didn't want to be in love with him. She'd promised herself emotional peace after everything that she'd been through, so why on earth was he swooping in and lighting her emotions on fire? Eventually, she got around to apologizing to him and telling him why she was distancing herself and he understood. He forgave her because he was already so smitten and he was sure the only thing that she could possibly do to ruin the way he felt about her would be to literally kill him.

I've got a few different scenarios on how they would go about saying it, though. They wouldn't say it immediately after realization. To me, when and how they'd say it would be dependent on how established their relationship is and how emotionally available either of them are at the time. Either way, it would definitely end up very romantic even if it didn't begin that way. I'll just give this one, though because if I write down all the different ways I think they could say "I love you" for the first time, this post would be ridiculously long.

Okoye would probably be the one to say it first if they were still tiptoeing around their relationship. It would be because she'd exhausted him with the way she kept herself closed off with him. He would be ready to commit to her, but the fear she has of getting hurt would stop her from taking those steps with him. She'd distance herself, avoid him, etc., and eventually he would just have enough of it. Usually, his temper is very even. He knows how to use his emotions tactically instead of acting impulsively, but she'd gotten to the very end of his patience, found his last nerve, and tap danced all over it by shutting him out.

He'd probably show up to her home and have to almost push his way in due to her adamance on not letting him come in because she just can't control the way she feels when she's around him. He'd get in, of course, and he'd do his best to speak to her calmly, but his emotions would get the better of him and his voice would raise gradually. He wouldn't yell since the goal was to get her to come to him, not to scare her off any more than he already had.

"I have spent my nights contemplating what I have done to cause you harm, but I come up short every time," he'd start.

She'd let him rant, not ready to speak yet and feeling that he deserved to express himself since she'd made him feel like he was doing something wrong. In reality, he'd done nothing wrong, she just couldn't fathom the idea that he was genuinely trying to love her in the way that she deserved.

"What have I done to hurt you, Okoye?" he would finally ask, eyes baring into her soul for an answer because all he wanted to do was give her everything he and the world had to offer her.

She'd spent years fighting. Fighting herself, fighting the world, and now fighting him. She was exhausted, tired of fighting. Okoye never had the intention to tell him that she was in love with him. She'd decided that letting him drift away would make it fizzle out and she wouldn't have to come to terms with it. She hadn't thought about the fact that he'd be wondering what was wrong with him. It was the hurt expression on his face that ripped her heart right out of her chest that finally forced her to tell him.

"I cannot love you because if I do, I would be letting you in. I do not let people in," she'd reply.

He'd open his mouth to speak, to tell her that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her and that she could let him in, but she'd stop him with a raised hand before continuing.

"But, I do love you. Despite my every intention to keep you away. I wish I could let you in, but I cannot."

And, he'd just stare at her with so much adoration because she does love him and that's really all he needed to hear. He could work with the rest. He could put together the broken pieces of her, heal those wounds, and kiss away her pain. He could do that because he loved her, too. He wasn't usually one to let things work out on their own, but he believed it, that this one thing, their thing would work out.

All the frustration inside of him would melt away as the pieces clicked and he'd realize that they'd be okay. He'd walk to her, cup her face and she'd avoid his gaze.

"Look at me," he'd tell her softly and she'd obey because he had this guidance over her that she couldn't quite explain.

Attuma would look at her with those eyes again and lean down to press his forehead to hers.

"I love you," he'd say softly in his native tongue and she wouldn't know what it meant because she was still learning. She'd probably furrow her eyebrows at him and open her mouth to ask, but he'd translate for her with an even softer tone than before.

The two of them would stand there in their revelation and he'd pull her close to him, letting her know that he wasn't going to let her go. She'd feel safe for once even though a thousand thoughts were running through her mind.

"I have you now, warrior," he'd say. "You do not have to fight alone."

Jumpman jumpman

Kinktober 2022

Hello, my loves! I’m really committing to this one.

One short story per day. 31 days.

Masterlist is under the cut.

Let’s get freaky.

Masterlist:

1. Dumbification/Degradation : Kai

2. Praise Kink/Body Worship : Lucas

3. Thigh Riding : Chanyeol

4. Choking/Spanking : Dylan Wang

5. DDLG/Size Kink : Zitao

6. Biting/Marking : Winwin

7. Blowjob/Spit Kink : Jinki

8. Voyeurism : Key

9. Accidental stimulation : Felix

10. Knife kink : Changwook

11. Restraints/Blindfold : Seoho

12. Humiliation/Crying : Hendery

13. Mommy Kink : Xiaojun

14. Somnophilia : Yeonjun

15. Sex Tape/Cam Boy : Taemin

16. Toys : Kun

17. Oral Fixation/Hand Kink : Chen

18. Hate/Angry Sex : Renjun

19. Threesome : Ten/YangYang

20. Edging/Orgasm Control : Lay

21. Phone sex : Yuta

22. In the shower/tub : Baekhyun

23. Cheating : Xiumin

24. BDSM/Rough sex : Wang Yibo

25. Uniform/Authority Kink

26. Overstimulation

27. Mirror sex

28. First Time

29. Safe Word

30. Mutual masturbation

31. Breeding

Imagine: Morning Birth

Imagine you've been laboring all night while your husband sleeps beside you. You're hugely pregnant, overdue even, and you start feeling contractions before you go to sleep. You decide to wait until things progress a little, able to breathe through the pain as it ebbs and flows throughout the night. You toss and turn, maybe get up to walk around your house and labor by yourself. You try to get some sleep, sometimes on the bed and sometimes on the couch, in between walking slowly and rocking your hips.

Imagine you feel the heaviness in your belly move lower and lower, until it feels like a watermelon is lodged in your pelvis. You breathe heavily now, panting with each contraction and wondering when you should wake up your husband. You make yourself some coffee, waddling onto your back porch to enjoy the sunrise while you labor. You bring a towel just in case.

Imagine sitting in your favorite rocking chair, rocking though the intensifying contractions, moaning softly and breathing ragged. Come on, come on, something has to give. This baby is so heavy you can barely walk, you have to be able to push soon.

You decide to take a shower to ease the pain, passing your still-sleeping husband on your way to the bathroom. You're thankful one of you has gotten rest before what's about to happen.

Imagine closing the bathroom door behind you and climbing into your shower to let the warm water run down your back. Oh, God, that feels so much better. Your hips ache from carrying the weight of your child, so you squat in an effort to relieve some of the pressure. Imagine the warmth seeping into your back from the shower as another contraction hits you. Ohhh, and this one hurts so much you let out a gentle moan. You grip your belly, unable to see your vagina to see how close you are to delivering but feeling how warm and tight it feels under your hands. The pressure is so great….until it isn't.

Imagine the gush of your water breaking, the gasp of surprise as all that pressure is relieved in an instant. Your belly feels softer for a bit, in between contractions. Feel how much water is pouring out of you, know that you're almost ready. You finish rinsing off and turn off the water, drying off and grabbing some fresh towels before climbing into bed beside your husband.

You face away from him, lying on your side with a pillow between your legs to let you rest without impeding the baby's progress. You try to get some rest in between contractions, breathing deeply. It feels so much better now that your waters broke, you can feel the baby moving towards your cervix.

A contraction hits you, and you squirm against the pressure building up again in your hips. You breathe heavily, your belly heaving and round. Something tells you to prop up your leg while you lay on your side. This opens up your hips to make more room, your baby moving through your body slowly with each contraction.

Imagine your husband gently waking up behind you. You're spooning in bed, his hand lazily stroking your middle, oblivious to what's happening right now. Imagine moving his hand down to the bulge forming between your legs, the baby's head filling your birth canal in between contractions. That's it, feel me push into your hand, love.

Imagine your husband suddenly awake, about to panic, until you reassure him everything is fine and that the baby's almost here. So you lie on your side, your husband spooning you from behind and holding up your leg to help you, and start pushing.

You reach down, huffing and puffing through the burning in your pussy as the head crowns.

"Keep going, you're so strong. Keep pushing," your husband whispers in your ear. You let out a little cry after a hard push, the head filling your hands until it fully emerges.

"The h-head is out…f-feel," you pant, catching your breath to prepare for the next contraction. Your husband, still holding your leg back, slowly adjusts position to reach down with his other hand.

"Oh my God, you're doing incredible," he murmurs, holding up the head of his child hanging out from between your legs. It's huge, the baby must be at least eight pounds.

Imagine your husband looking down at the sight of you, lying languidly in your bed, stomach hard and low, panting heavily at the enormous pressure in your tenderest areas. The sight of his baby hanging out of his beautiful, birthing wife is too much and he leans down to kiss you, planting kisses on your forehead when your breathing quickens at the start of another contraction.

Imagine burying your face into your pillow, drawing your legs back, and pushing as hard as you can. You're covered in sweat now, the hardest part of your labor almost over. You husband holds your leg with one hand, staring down at you mesmerized. This baby is huge, but it's sliding out of you a little at a time, your pushes coming one on top of another now.

Imagine it's time. Spread your legs a bit wider, and push. Puuuush. Imagine your partner exclaiming in delight, but you're too focused on giving birth to register what he's saying. He reaches down to cradle the head and body as the rest wriggles out of you.

Imagine your partner holding your freshly-born baby and kissing you fiercely, telling you he can't wait to watch you do that again.