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Still the Same | KTH

Kim Taehyung Smut One Shot 🔞

☆Pairing: taehyung x reader

☆Word Count: 3.6k

☆Genre: smut, ex lovers au, sub!taehyung, dom!reader, bdsm

☆Contains: bdsm material, hints of toxic relationship, happy ending, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, pain kink, use of razor blade, blood sweat & tears pun fully intended

☆:Summary: When you left your bdsm partner/boyfriend Taehyung last year, it left him shattered. Running into him at a party, he seems to be a completely different person. He seems to have ditched his past lifestyle. However, you know exactly how to bring him back to his old ways.

A/N: no author’s note today, just sub tae having a pain kink>>>

Content below is for mature audiences only. Please be advised. Contents may be triggering to some.

It's pathetic. You never go to parties and the absurdity of this one reminds you of how badly you hate them. You hate how the dim red lights give you a migraine, how there's not a single sober person, and how you're alone.

Or maybe you hate this party so badly because it reminds you of him. It reminds you of the countless nights you've spent under dim red lights, lovingly torturing him.

You had to leave him, though. It was for the sake of you both. Your lifestyle wasn't healthy, and you couldn't continue to destroy him. Leaving him was the only option as he was too blind-sighted by your "love" to understand how toxic it really was. He was fully under your control, and leaving him was the only way to snap him out of that.

Waving a cloud of smoke away from your face, you stride towards the back door.

You're at a spontaneous party in an eerie part of Daegu that's being held on the top floor of a poor-condition apartment complex. You wanted to be put in danger tonight, to fear your surroundings, and coming to this part of town was the only way to get that adrenaline rush you so badly crave. Ever since you left him, you haven't gotten that specific adrenaline rush you've been searching for. But this party was worth a shot.

Climbing your way up the fire escape, you grasp onto the edge of the rooftop and use all your upper body strength to lift yourself up and onto its surface. You'd be lying if you said you weren't secretly hoping to slip.

The view of the town from here was something straight out of a horror film. Dark purple streetlights mixed with the dark red glow coming from each building's windows. You can only imagine what sort of crimes were happening around you this very second.

The air up here is heavier, causing you to rub your forearms with your hands to soothe your chills.

Although, your effort was pointless as you come to realize you are not alone on this rooftop.

A silhouette of a man's back profile is darkly displayed several feet away from you, presumably eyeing the view.

Your first thought was that this stranger is probably waiting for his prey. You knew you were going to get hurt shortly because no man from these parts would just be casually waiting on a rooftop. Your heartbeat inclines, and you bask in the adrenaline rush while you can.

But when the man turns his head slightly into the dim purple lighting, a dissolving fog of cigarette smoke reveals the face of the man you once broke.

Your heart stills in your chest.

"Taehyung?"

His intentional ignorance to your voice confirms that it's him, so you walk closer.

Stopping a few feet behind him, his back is facing you, and his cigarette smoke continues to surround the both of you.

"You smoke now?" Your tone was curious with a hint of judgment. It's so unlike him to smoke, let alone be at this party. It's also very unlike him to show anger or annoyance towards you.

"Ever since you left me."

His tone was casual but his words made your heartbreak.

"It's been a year baby... Don't tell me you're still angry with me."

As you giggle through your last sentence, teasingly nudging at his back, he throws his cigarette to the ground and aggressively moves your hand off of him before striding back over to the fire escape stairs.

You exaggeratedly gasp in amusement, a sadistic giggle leaving your lips as you're faced with this completely different version of him.

"That's very unlike you, Tae. What happened to my soft and innocent baby? You used to be so good for me."

You were well aware you were making his skin crawl, but a part of you wanted to see him snap.

"I'm not your baby, Y/N. Stop."

Before he could get any closer to the exit, you run and beat him to it. Standing in front of him, your heels nearly hanging off of the rooftop's ledge, he looks at you with a blank face. His eyes tell a million different things, but you pretend not to notice and instead naively bat your eyes up at him, causing his jaw to clench.

"What do you want from me, Y/N? You left me."

His point was more than valid, but seeing him now, defying you, makes you crave that adrenaline rush more than ever.

"And so now you're mad at me?" You mockingly pout.

"I'm not 'mad' at you... I'm done with you."

Raising your eyebrows in exaggerated shock, you smile.

"Ouch, baby."

"Stop calling me baby! I'm not yours. Not anymore."

You're determined to see the Taehyung you once knew again. And you know he's still in there somewhere. This is just an act of his, he still wants to be in your power and you see it so clearly.

Out of words to say, you mischievously grin and take a full step backward.

Instantly he tries to reach out with a horrified shout of your name, but he doesn't grab you in time as you are already white-knuckling the thin bar of the fire escape railing with both hands, body dangling in the air.

"Say it, Taehyung." You warn while looking up at him.

He hops down from the rooftop and onto the frail metal stairs, very cautiously trying not to shake it.

"Y/N, come up! Are you fucking crazy?"

You giggle at his alarmed state, one hand coming off.

"Maybe I am." You speak as he lets out another terrified shriek. "Say it and I'll come up... My hand is starting to feel slippery." You didn't have to tell him what to say because you know he's still in there deep down. You're confident in that. It's just the matter of him saying it—

"I belong to you! I'm yours and I'll always be yours. When you left me I fucking broke, Y/N. I needed you and I still do, so please, come up."

You grin at the way he said please, missing this side of him so badly. Pleased with his response, you bring your loose hand back to the railing and pull yourself up with the help of him.

Standing face to face on the small platform of the fire escape staircase, you can hear his heart beating profusely.

"Was any of that true?" You can't help but ask.

He sighs in exhaustion from the past event, his eyes trailing down to his feet.

"All of it."

His voice is still shaken, and you start to feel a little bad for scaring him like you did. Cupping his cheek, you stroke beneath his eye with your thumb.

"How can I believe that?" Your tone is soft and gentle, your eyes examining his features that you've missed so much.

His eyes flick back up, only this time they're replaced with a certain softness that you're far too familiar with.

"I'll prove it. I want to prove it... Please?"

Your lips part at his whined words, all of the adrenaline hitting you at once. His eyes are darting back and fourth on yours, that certain ‘softness’ being more prominent than ever.

He wants you to dominate him, right here right now.

You stare into his needy eyes for a moment longer, many feelings taking over at once. The biggest being guilt. With the way he’s waiting so badly for you to take him right now, completely setting aside the fact you left him last year, it makes you feel so beyond guilty for abandoning him. He never deserved that. Not wasting another second, you decide to channel your frustration with yourself onto him.

“Follow me, baby.”

Making your way back through the crimson-lit home, intoxicated bodies pool around every open area. Taehyung follows behind you closely.

You have no idea where you’re going, but you’re hoping to find a room.

After wiggling the handles of two locked and occupied doors, you finally get to a free room.

The furniture is on its last leg and the wallpaper is peeling significantly, but the more eerie the ambiance the better the experience. The red gleam peaks through each side crack on the door and the purple streetlights shining through the window is what gives the room some sort of main light.

Ultimately, everything was dim but still bright enough to see his awaiting figure.

Taehyung stood in front of the closed door, patiently watching as you gaze over the room, eventually standing by the window.

“Sit there.” You point at the bottom edge of the bed.

He immediately makes his way to the spot, doe eyes on you as he waits for further instructions.

Your heart isn’t going too wild, in fact it seems as if it’s not going at all. Perhaps the adrenaline of the situation was too good and sent it to a full stop.

But it beats again when observing Taehyung’s body sitting there, waiting for you to guide it.

You slowly remove your large and heavy black jean jacket, followed by your loose lace trimmed mini dress. Taehyung’s eyes don’t leave yours the entire time, you never told him to.

“Look at me, Tae. Look at my body.”

He gives you a small nod before lowering his gaze to your matching black bra and panties, his breathing picking up.

You make your way to him, stopping in front of his knees that are pressed together. You look down at him.

“Eyes up.”

He obliges.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

As he stares up at you, you run a hand through the top of his hair, the other hand delicately holding his chin.

“Yes, it’s purple.”

You smile at the fact he remembered, and you can’t help but to wonder how he survived a full year without this. How did he fulfill his sexual needs and fantasies?

“What did you do when I left?”

He visibly gulps, nerves taking over his expression. You tilt your head at this odd response, your hand that’s on his chin guiding his head up further.

“It’s okay, baby. Tell me what you did.”

He blinks three times before opening his mouth to speak.

“I— I touched myself whenever I felt needy or missed you.”

Your worried expression vanished and a sadistic grin was set on your features instead. You almost thought he moved on, found a new partner. Or maybe he ditched this type of thing completely and stuck to vanilla sex with vanilla people. But no, he stayed being good for you even though you weren’t there.

“Yeah? That was enough for you?”

He frantically nods.

“It was more than enough. Sometimes I would—” he interrupts himself to glance at his growing erection. It seems that whatever he’s trying to explain is turning him on. “Sometimes I wouldn’t let myself cum for a long time, just like how you did to me.”

Your core throbs at his statement, the mere visualization of him playing with himself but restricting his own orgasm with nobody there telling him to— it made a wave crash down in between your thighs.

Guiding his head back up, you stare into his eyes. Once again, his obedience makes you regret leaving him and hurting him how you did. You need to channel this anger.

“Take your shirt off.”

You take your hands off of him as he lifts the material up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. You let your hands trace his frame, remembering every single vein and muscle.

His soft, milky skin has healed completely. No more of your past welts or harsh red streaks. It’s a blank canvas that you have to repaint.

“Y/N?” His voice is deep but incredibly delicate.

“Hm?” You hum as you continue to feel his soft skin while you can.

“I want you to mark me.”

Your eyes find his, hands stilling.

“And how would you like it?”

You both know he doesn’t have a say in how rough he’s going to get it, but it still doesn’t hurt to ask.

He continues to keep your eye contact as he reaches into his front pocket, pulling out a small razor blade.

“I always bring this with me when I come to this part of town, but here,” he hands you the blade, “use it on me, please.”

You scan the blade with your eyes before taking it from his fingers, your breathing steady yet heavy.

You’ve never gone this far with him, the only time you’ve made him bleed was by scratching him and even that was unintentional. You remember feeling bad when you noticed you made him bleed, but he got off on the pain. He was in love with the pain and you were in love with the adrenaline.

Marking him this way will benefit you both.

“Lay down.”

He reclines flat onto his back, his feet still on the floor, and you straddle his lower stomach on the bed.

Arching your back, your chest meets his and your lips latch onto the soft spot on his neck. He whimpers faintly as you nick the patch of skin with your teeth, the back of his head digging back against the mattress.

“Please kiss me.”

The eagerness in his voice was too pure to turn down, so you do as requested.

Meeting his lips for the first time in a year, you still feel it all. You’re reminded of how fragile and delicate he is— how easy and fun it is to sexually destroy him. As he whimpers at the feeling of your tongue lapping his, you’re reminded of how needy he is for this kind of thing.

“Baby,” you detach yourself from his lips, eyes on his. “I need you to start touching yourself. Show me what you do when you’re alone.”

He closes his parted lips to gulp, slightly nodding his head ‘yes’ before reaching beneath your bodies and fiddling his zipper open.

You take note of the restricted space you have from being at the edge of the bed, so you grab his wrist for a moment to stop him.

“Scoot up to the pillow.”

You get off of his lap as he shuffles to where you said, his left leg traveling up, and you sit on your knees beside his stomach.

“Go on.” You instruct him.

He continues to open up his pants, his large hand slowly creeping into the waistband of his boxers. He rubs himself for a short second before taking himself out completely, and you’re once again soaking in nostalgia.

His erect length is laying straight against his lower stomach, and he turns his head slightly to the side to watch you as he begins to wrap his slender fingers around himself.

His chest occasionally rises and crashes jaggedly, his breathing becoming uneven as his hand begins to move.

Biting your lip, you lean down to place a kiss to his collarbone. He whimpers once again at the feeling of your lips. Giving him two last assuring pecks to the area that is soon to be a scar, you take the blade between your index and thumb and bring it to his mid stomach.

He gasps at the cold feel of the metal, his eyes dilating significantly upon realization.

You teasingly trace the blade all the way up to his chest, applying almost no pressure. But once you reach the area below his collarbone, you press the blade harder against his skin, quickly dragging down about two inches.

His moans become louder.

You find yourself enjoying the damage you’ve done, his blood slowly seeping through the cut and balling against the thin, swelling line.

Resting the blade on his chest, you begin to shuffle your panties off, remaining on your knees beside him as you also remove your bra. He whines at the sight, his hand going faster. Grabbing the blade again in one hand, you touch yourself with the other.

“Don’t you dare cum, Taehyung. Not yet.”

You see his breathing start to scatter like it does when he’s near, so you remove your hand from in between your thighs and grab his wrist to halt his movement on himself.

“Y/N.”

It seems as though you stopped him just in time as his brows crease and his lip turns blue beneath his bite, his dark, tear filled eyes staring deep into yours as he denies himself an orgasm.

“It feels… so good Y/N.”

He stays frozen in deep concentration and painful euphoria for a moment longer before bringing a hand up to wipe his glossed under-eye. You of course stop him though.

“Let them fall, baby. Wanna see you cry.”

He nods, bringing his hand back down to his side as his tears finally spill over, racing down his cheek. Whenever you deny his climax, it sends him deeper into subspace.

You take the opportunity to drag the thin sharp steel to a different spot on his chest, this time deeply cutting a horizontal line from one side of his chest to the other. The blood spills quicker compared to the last cut given how much deeper it is.

His eyes flick to the sight, his cock twitching in reaction.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?”

He stares into your eyes as he puts genuine thought into his answer. You’re shocked to see him shake his head no.

“No. I don’t. I must’ve done something to make you leave, so I deserve to be punished more.”

You don’t know whether to fuck him senseless at that statement or feel beyond sorry for him. He didn’t do a thing, and yet he still believes he should be punished for it.

Discarding the blade to the opposite end of the bed, you forcefully grab his jaw, harshly gripping his cheeks together with your forefingers and thumb.

“Don’t ever say that. Ever.” He whimpers at your harsh hold, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as your other hand grips his neck.

“Y-yes, Y/N” He responds through a muffle.

Letting go of his jaw, you throw one leg over his waist and begin to slowly rub yourself against his still painfully erect length.

“Y/N..” He begs in a whiney moan. “Please.”

You tighten your grip on his throat until his face ignites in a very pale pink, your free hand lining him up to your sopping core. Taking in only an inch of him causes you to moan, your hand releasing some pressure off his neck but still tight.

Sinking all the way down, he cries in pleasure and you gasp before crashing your chest down against his.

“Fuck Tae… It still feels so good.”

You’ve always had trouble taking all of him into your tight hole, but each time you fall in love with the feeling of him inside of you. Moving your hips up, you crash right back down causing him to slam into your desired spot. You both moan.

“Y/N, Please keep fucking me hard. It feels so good when you fuck my dick like tha—”

He cuts himself off with another moan as you bounce on his lap with more force each thrust. It won’t be long until you lose yourself on him.

“D-do I have permission to cum?”

You lift your forehead out of the nape of his neck to stare directly into his eyes, pecking at his lips a couple of times.

“Not yet, baby. You have to wait for me. Okay?”

He whines but nonetheless nods, his hands sneaking onto your hips to hold onto you as you continue your pace on him. Instantly, you release your grip on his throat and each of his wrists, pinning them above his head.

“Did I say you could touch me?”

His doe eyes lock on yours as he frantically shakes his head no.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll be good and listen, I promise. Please let me cum, I’ll be good.”

Another wave crashes over you as you watch him beg you for permission to cum with his hands restrained, his thick cock hitting your g-spot over and over. A knot forms in your lower stomach, and you fuck yourself harder on him.

“Are you ready baby? Cum with me okay?”

His eyes light up at your words, moaning as he nods yes.

“1, 2, 3.”

You suck in air through your teeth as the wave finally swallows you, your high spilling onto his length that’s still buried in you. You feel the warm aftermath of his orgasm combine with yours, his breathing heavy as his tears fall once again.

“Thank you, Y/N.” His soft, sex-dazed voice speaks against your chin before placing a kiss to it.

You slowly raise your hips, his slippery length falling to his stomach once again. You give him a deep kiss on his lips before laying on your back beside him, head turned to face his.

He stares at you with admiration and love, and you can feel all the feelings you once felt for him drown the both of you at this moment. You’re never leaving him again.

“It’s just like how it used to be.” He speaks up.

You snuggle into him further.

“That’s because you’re still the same. We’re still the same.”

He leans in for another kiss before detaching to speak.

“Let’s pretend nothing bad happened between us and pick up where we left off?”

“We already did,” you smile before crashing your lips against his once again.

Everything was still the same, and you’ve never felt more happier.

~~~

Unmute !

HouseHusband!Taeyong who's always at home waiting for you with a nice meal and a clean house after a stressful day. You never have to worry about anything other than getting your work done and giving him attention of course.

HouseHusband!Taeyong who lets you release all your stress with his body. Lets you bend him over the kitchen counter and fuck him so hard that his legs give out. He loves that he can help you feel better.

HouseHusband!Taeyong who sometimes crawls under your desk while you're in meetings and eats you out. Sloppily lapping at your clit making lewd noises. Face all shiny and coated in your arousal. He knows that he's gonna get in trouble later but he doesn't care. He's a little pain slut.

HouseHusband!Taeyong who sometimes plays dress up in your clothes. Picking flowy dresses that make him feel pretty. Bonus If you fuck him in the same dress. Getting it all dirty with his own cum. Don't worry though , he'll wash it after :)

HouseHusband!Taeyong who fucks himself silly on a big dildo when you're not home. After he cums he takes pictures of the mess he made and sends them to you. He hopes they make you feel better :(

HouseHusband!Taeyong who's so good and obedient. He makes coming home the best part of your day.

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How Okoye was looking at Attuma after he places another shark on her doorstep as a courting gift.

Rainy Mornings | Yoongi x f.Reader

"Relax, my love, this morning is all about you."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, soft Smut

Warnings: subbish & sleepy!Yoongi, switch!Reader, neck kisses & bites, lots of touches, handjob, cuddly penetrative sex in cowgirl position, he cums very quickly <3, creampies, hints of breeding kink, this is just a sweet lil smut hehe <3

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: it rained the morning i wrote this and this is where my thoughts drifted off to. it's short and sweet and cozy <3 because this is what yoongi deserves <3

Yoongi wakes to gentle kisses on his neck and fingers dancing over his tummy. The relaxed little sighs of you as you kiss him, mix with the distant sound of morning rain. 

Yesterday you and he went on a date. You took a drive and went for a movie, then you ate and talked until the restaurant had to close. Yesterday was such a good day. Today is going to be a good day as well. This is the first thought which runs through his mind, followed by how much he loves waking up with you close to him.

Yoongi purrs, rolling his head to the side to stub you with his nose. He steals a kiss, smiling into it. You do as well, cradling his cheek and caressing his skin with your thumb.

“Mornin”, his voice is raspy from sleep and incredibly warm. 

“Morning”, your voice is a little deep still and filled with happiness.

“Up for long?”

“No, just a few minutes. Wanted to enjoy you”, you say and nudge his head back into its previous position so you can kiss his neck again.

Yoongi tingles, shivers running down his spine. 

“This feels good”, he sighs, keeping his eyes closed. 

“Mhm, enjoy. Wanna make you feel good.”

You dance your hand back to his tummy and let it disappear under his shirt. The blanket covers you as well, keeping your bodies warm as you share this intimate moment.

“It’s raining”, he talks quietly.

“I know. It’s nice, means we can stay in all day”, you talk quietly as well.

“So no rainy walks?” 

You smile against his neck. He knows you so well. You love rainy walks. 

“Maybe later. For now, I want to cherish you.” You nibble on his favourite spot. “And make you feel good.”

You dance your fingertips along his lower tummy, tracing the little dents his hip bones naturally create when he lies down and his tummy sinks in a little. He is incredibly soft there and also very sensitive. He can’t take your touches for long before he has to squirm and let out a shy chuckle. 

You give him a break, drawing hearts on his waist. 

“Ticklish?” 

“Yeah.”

“You’re so soft there. Couldn’t help myself.”

“Liked it. Just…sensitive.”

“Mhm, you’re perfect.”

Yoongi blushes, having to exhale shakily. He is perfect. He thinks that he is a lot of things, but perfect is definitely not one of them. To think that you see him like this makes him feel really good. And giddy. And shy. And loved. 

Yoongi feels really loved when he is with you.

“This is so nice”, he sighs, chasing your touch.

“Mhm, so nice”, you agree, swirling your fingers back to hip bones to trace them. Your lips explore his neck in the meantime, turning his sleepy brain a little foggy.  

If this is actually a dream, Yoongi hopes never to wake up. 

He was weird about being touched in the past, but when your fingers are on his body he doesn’t want it to stop. It is paradise. 

A warm, tingly paradise, which feels especially cozy this morning.

You kiss the shell of his ear, whispering in your sweetest voice. Yoongi shivers as an effect of it.

“Just tell me to stop, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

He knows what will happen, holding his breath for it. He wants this. So much so that heat shoots between his legs within seconds, surprising your fingers with a hard and needy length to play with. Yoongi normally sleeps in boxer shorts. Tonight’s pair is black with dark grey stripes and an elastic band at the hem. You don’t slip your hand under said hem, but slip it inside the slit in the front.

“Oh? Already?” your surprise excites him, making him throb.

“Yeah is…is nice.”

“Shit, that’s sexy”, you whisper and pull out his cock through the slit. You let go of it for a second so you can lick your fingers to wet them. You connect your tongue with his neck afterwards, tracing the sensitive spots while your wet fingers wrap around his cock. 

Yoongi furrows his brows at the touch. Electricity courses through him. 

You pick up a slow rhythm, lingering on his tip and upper inches most. The position and tranquillity of the morning asks for such a rhythm. You don’t want to jerk him, pump him or milk him dry. No, you want to explore him, make him fall so deep into pleasure that he doesn’t want to leave. This is meant to build up, to be something you can savour and later think back on with a tingly stomach. 

“Does this do something for you?” you ask him.

“Yeah, like, a lot”, he gets out, squirming his hips in a very slow rhythm. They flinch for a little moment whenever you linger on his tip and slow down again when you move to another spot. Your lips are soft on his neck and your tongue is really warm. Yoongi swears that it couldn’t get any better than this and then you bite him.

You goddamn bite his neck. 

And Yoongi is a goner. 

He gasps your name, arching his back and curling his toes. He is yours. He is entirely yours. 

You kiss the tender spot afterwards, playing with the droplets of precum on his flushed tip. 

“Was this good for you?” you ask him.

“Yeah…more”, he begs, rolling his head to the side. 

You fulfill his wish, biting him where it feels the best. And so it happens that Yoongi breaks the cozy morning silence with his first moan. Of course it makes your stomach tingle like crazy. His voice is made for sounds of pleasure. 

“God Yoongi, I love being with you”, you say, biting him again just so can hear him moan. You twist your fingers around his tip at the same time, applying pressure. You need him to moan again. It is all you crave. 

Yoongi gives it to you gladly and a little shakily. His cock leaks all over your fingers and his legs are like puddy. He feels a deep warmth radiate from his cock up to his stomach and down his legs.

“___ a-ah”, he chokes out, tensing his stomach. You are a little quicker in your movements and keep lingering on his tip. This is a lot to handle for his sleepy, droopy body.

“Yoongi, my love, god I just”, you trail off. You have no words, letting your body do the talking. 

You climb his lap and bush your shorts aside, sinking him into you while you swallow his surprised gasp. 

Your fingers bury themselves in his morning hair, ruffling it even more and tugging just enough to make him shiver. 

Your press your chest against his’, rocking back and forth on his cock.

“___.”

“Yoongi, my Yoongi. You feel so good inside me.”

“Good. You- ah- good. You feel good, ah. Too. Good too a-ah.”

Big hands come to grasp you, fingers dimpling your butt because they are desperate enough to do so. He doesn’t guide you, as a matter of fact, he doesn’t even meet your movements. He just lies there, taking the slow ride and thinking to himself that he is going to climax any second now. 

He feels so good. You are warm and perfectly heavy on top of him, you kiss him so well and play with his and your heart races and he gets hugged by your warm walls and, and, and. There are a million different reasons why Yoongi feels good and why he is close. 

He has to break the kiss and tell you.

“I’m close.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s…it’s fucking amazing, not gonna lie.”

You smile, dancing his lips to his ear.

“You’re a delight, my love”, you whisper and give him a glimpse of heaven by biting him right under his ear. 

“Ah!” Yoongi yelps and tries desperately to stop your hips. 

He is successful, but it comes too late. Yoongi is too far gone. It is already enough for him to simply be nestled in your soft walls. He paints your insides with his warm orgasm, clasping your butt for it while his mouth is agape in a soundless moan. 

You mewl his name, resting your lips against his neck as he pumps you full. You swear that you can feel each load he releases. It fills your tummy with so much warmth and makes you so wet. You don’t want it to stop, but of course it has to. Yoongi’s poor balls can only produce this much in the morning. They are still a little sleepy, forcing him to experience the last wave of ecstasy dry. 

Yoongi comes down with a shudder, pressing out your name before he has to gulp repeatedly. 

You lift your head, resting on your elbows and tracing his features. His eyes are closed, his cheeks are slightly flushed. You outline his forehead, his brows and closed lids. You trace his nose and his lips and caress his cheeks and chin. You end it by tugging strands of his black hair behind his ears and massaging his lobes. 

“I love you”, you whisper.

“I…love you…too. Ahmg”, he gulps again and exhales, finally opening his eyes.

You smile at him, cradling his cheeks.

“Sorry”, he mumbles.

“For what?”

“I tried to hold it, but-”

You silence him with a thumb against his lips. Yoongi makes puppy eyes at you, mouthing at your finger.

“Don’t apologise. This was perfect. I wanted this morning to be about you and it was.” You kiss his lips. next his nose. Lastly his forehead. “You deserved this after the amazing date yesterday.”

You meet his eyes and smile. Yoongi retorts it.

“Besides, I have a wish for today.”

"What  wish? Tell me, I’ll do anything.”

You snicker, “really? Anything?”

“Anything. After what you just did.”

“You’re cute. I think you’re gonna like my wish then.”

“Tell me.” 

“Wanna spend today slowly getting me more filled with you? You know, cum inside me and plug me and then at night you take it out and fuck me properly.”

“Woah princess, what the fuck? My cock just twitched.”

“I felt it.” You boop his nose. “Soo are you down?”

“Of course I am, fucking hell, you don’t gotta ask.”

“Awesome”, you lean in for a smiley kiss, one Yoongi eagerly retorts.

Truly, there is nothing better than rainy mornings with you.

It’s 1am. I woke up to daddy sucking on my titties and watching videos of him fucking me on his phone. I was laying on my back with my arms up. He had his legs wrapped around mine, with my right titty in his mouth while he humped me. I could feel his hard dick grinding against me. I didn’t want him to stop so when I felt it and realized what he was doing, I didn’t open my eyes. I just laid there with shallow breaths while he used me as his own sex doll to rub one out… or at least that’s what I was hoping. But mmmm him sucking on my titties and grinding on me just got me too wet. I couldn’t help but to let out soft moans and gently grind my pussy on him. He kept going until he saw me drool a little. He wiped the drool off my face and said, “Baby I’m about to play in your mouth.” I said, “Daddy do you want me to put it in my mouth while you lick my pussy, so you can keep watching your videos?”

Daddy: Give me your holes

So I layed on my side, put my right leg up and exposed my pussy for daddy. Then I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He layed on his side, grabbed my waist and pulled my pussy into his mouth. Grabbed the back of my head and pulled my head onto him while he pushed his dick down my throat. For a while I just sat there with it in my throat, sucking it like a pacifier, feeling it pulse, twitch, & grow. That did nothing but made my pussy wetter. I think daddy could taste it. Because once I came he started grinding in my throat deep and slow, while he sucked on my pussy. He used both of my holes like this until he came twice. Then once we were done, he kissed me and passed out.

😂 he’s laying on my lap just snoring with his dick out, I love when my holes put daddy to sleep 🤤🤭 Got that good good 🥴🤤🤭

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