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PCY DAY 11.27.92 ; your smile is a gift [14/26] (©)

Heyo Sweetie!! 🤗❤ I saw your Kinktober Drabble Request Post and I read that you love subby Kpop Boys so I AM FULL ON BOARD FOR YOU 😭🤧💖💖 What about Werewolf! Namjoon who looks like the total Alpha and is surrounded by such a dominant Aura (he is an Alpha but that doesn't mean he has to be rough and dominant, you know? ;D) but then he confess to his mate that he'd love to try something new... what about subby Alpha Werewolf! Namjoon with a praise/command and petplay kink? Like... collaring your feral werewolf Boyfriend😏😏💖 Send much of Love and I hope you like the Idea~ 😘❤

Finished lovely!!! Thank you for making a request!!

you're beautiful 💕

No you’re beautiful 🥺❤️

Taming an Alpha

kinktober day 02

Pairing: Alpha!Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: strong language, explicit sexual content ; subby alpha werewolf joonie, joonie wearing a collar + leash, light praise kink, mild pet play (reader calls joon puppy), oral over underwear (f. receiving)

Requested by ; @tipsydipsydo

Heat pulsed beneath Namjoon’s skin, spreading like a flame across his shuttering limb. His pulse was a quick, uneven thudding in his veins, an arrhythmic beating that seemed to coincide flawlessly with the throbbing of his dick.

He wasn’t used to this.

He wasn’t used to looking up at you— or to anyone for that matter. He wasn’t used to being on his knees. He wasn’t used to feeling the weight of leather around his neck. He wasn’t used to feeling like he belonged to somebody.

… He wasn’t used to submitting.

For fuck’s sake he was an alpha. A strong, confident, intelligent, dominant alpha. If his betas could see him right now, they’d throw a fit. For an alpha to be in such a relegating position was next to unheard of. Worst of all in front of a human. But… you were his human. You were his mate. And to find himself beneath you, looking up at you, so vulnerable and exposed, there was something unexpectedly… intoxicating about it.

He wasn’t used to this. But that didn’t mean he didn’t absolutely love it.

After all, that was the whole reason he asked to be treated like this in the first place.

“Look at my pretty puppy~” you cooed darkly, molten gaze sliding over the impressive length of his body where it kneeled before you. A chill rolled down his spine at the nickname. The only title he was used to being addressed by was alpha, or sir on occasions he dealt with humans. Both which were, by all means, the complete opposite of puppy. Such a nickname was usually considered degrading for a werewolf and, depending on context, possibly offensive. Particularly for an alpha.

So then… Why did he like hearing you call him that so much?

He didn’t have time to dwell on the thought, a soft gasp escaping his swollen lips as you traced a finger beneath the thick leather collar wrapped securely around his flushed throat, your own lips curling into a lethal smirk at his obviously heightened sensitivity.

A soft, purely instinctual growl rumbled like low thunder in the depths of his chest when you have an experimental tug at the attached leash. But the sound was abruptly silenced by an intentionally rough yank that had him stumbling forward, hands scrambling to grip your thighs to balance himself. He whimpered softly at the feeling of your fingers weaving through his hair and sharply pulling his head back, forcing him to meet gaze. There was fire in your eyes, and he felt himself beginning to smolder beneath the raw intensity of it.

“Did you just... growl at me?”

He was panting now, the delicious burning of his scalp and the strain in his throat coaxing a round of hot precum to spill from his angry, swollen tip. “I– I’m sorry.” He apologized in a weak whine, dull nails pressing faint crescents into the flesh of your thighs.

“Good dogs don’t growl at their masters, do they?” You hummed, tone borderline taunting, penetrating gaze carefully scrutinizing every contortion of his handsome, blushing features, watching attentively for any signs of discomfort. But, you found none. The only emotion to be found was pure, unfiltered lust.

Namjoon shook his head as best he could given your tight grip, letting out a breathless, “no.”

A feigned pout fell across your face. “Then… I suppose you're a bad dog, Joonie.”

“N-no!” Dark pink blossomed across his cheeks at the abrupt outburst, but he continued nonetheless, “I’m a good d-dog.” He insisted, almost whimpering when you released your hold on his hair in favor of crossing your arms over your chest, staring down at him with a blatantly unconvinced frown.

“How can I possibly believe you?” You questioned softly, brows curling inward as you held his desperate, wide eyed stare.

Searing heat spread through his stomach, the glint in your eye making him tremble with unfathomable need. “I can prove it.”

You almost missed it. The whisper that slipped from his lips, disguised in a shuddering breath, was almost too soft to be heard. It was such a strong contrast between his usually confident, unwavering speaking voice that the raw gentleness of it rippled through the very core of your being. He didn’t miss it. Didn’t miss the scent of your arousal, thick and honey like in the air caressing his enhanced senses. A low, throaty groan dripped from his gaping mouth, his fingers tightening around your legs.

“You can?” Your voice was softer this time, taking on a certain airiness as you drowned in the deepness of his sweet brown eyes, willing and eager to give you any and everything you could ask for. “And how do you propose doing that?”

Your brows lifted as he lowered his head, nuzzling his warm cheek against the inside of your knee, going so far as to chance pressing a delicate kiss on the warm skin. You allowed as much, watching with the tender ministration with growing intrigue. “I can make you feel good,” a gentle tug at his leash, and he was adding softly, “if you allow it.”

Dragging your tongue over your lower lip, you slowly lowered your head. Namjoon eagerly raised his own, meeting you halfway with trembling lips and glistening eyes. He whimpered as your mouth feathered over his, teasing him. And then—

“Don’t disappoint me.”

The let down of being denied your kiss was short lived as he allowed what you said to sink in. In an instant his face was pressed between your thighs, pressing eagerly into your clothed heat, tongue out, jaw slack. You melted against him with a sigh, shuttering in bliss. Even with the thin fabric separating you, you could feel the warmth of his mouth, the delicious pressure of his tongue grinding into your clit. The soft hums and breaths of pleasure slipping from your throat only encouraged him further.

A soft vibration pulsed through your core, and you realized with a rush of delight that he was growling again, a low, possessive, hungry snarl that rippled through your heat, spreading like a wildfire through the rest of your body. It trembled through you veins, resonating through your blood. His nose rolled over your clit, teeth nipping at your slick lips and you huffed out a broken moan, subconsciously rolling your hips against his searing mouth. Your thighs tightened around him, a soft groan echoing in your lungs.

“Good puppy,” you whispered, eyes fluttering as you laced your fingers through his thick strands. The praise had his cock twitching and spilling another round of precum over his pulsing head, needy and neglected. He groaned against you, the taste and smell of you seeping through your underwear making his eyes flutter and roll to the back of his skull.

“Can I take them off?” He pleaded, fingers inching towards the hem of the black lace.

“Go for it.” You breathed through heavy pants, far too wound up to tease or play the push and pull game any further. At your consent, he eagerly dragged the material down your legs, nearly drooling like a damn dog at the sight of your wet, glistening heat. Oh, the irony.

Squirming forward on his knees impatiently, he flicked his gaze between your face and your heat, licking hungrily at his lips. It took you a moment to realize that he was waiting... He was waiting for your permission.

What a good boy.

Grinning, you spread your legs open as wide as they would go, leaning back and propping yourself up on your arms to present yourself to your handsome werewolf.

“Go for it, puppy.”