Soonyoung In Bed

soonyoung in bed

a switch

a mean

did you see how he goes from

sweet baby boy

to the baddest ever

make outs are either him on top or you on his lap

if he lets you suck in his neck

and lets a out a whine

you know you’re in charge tonight

into overstimulation

both giving and receiving

wants to see how much he can take

whines a lot when he subs

whines get louder and louder the more he gets desperate

don’t even think about using toys tho

not really into that for himself

loves handjobs

so like imagine one night he’s the sub

and you give him a hand job

and stop when he’s about to come

and then you ride him

and as you’re about to deny his second orgasm

he begs

“i’ve been good, please”

and he sounds so wrecked ?

bye

if you don’t let him cum

get ready

he’ll get revenge next time he tops

smooth transition to dom soonyoung

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Imagine: Clay talking dirty to you in Polish

You were laying your head on Clay’s shoulder and he had his arm around your waist as you two sat on the couch in his apartment. A sudden idea came in his mind and he pulled you in a hug with a sly smirk on his face. You hugged him back and he grabbed you by the hips and placed you on his lap. “Clay…What are you…” you were cut off by a squeak as he started planting wet kisses against your neck. 

“Na maśle podsmaż pokrojoną drobno cebulę.“ he whispered huskily in your ear, making you shiver “Gdy się zeszkli, dodaj drobno posiekany czosnek. Podsmaż razem.“ You loved it when he talked in Polish to you. It always turned you on, even if you didn’t understand a word he was saying, it was just his tone, his voice and how he spoke it… It was so hot… “Clay…“ you whimpered, feeling heat pool inbetween your legs. 

“Dynię obierz ze skórki, usuń pestki, pokrój miąższ w kostkę i dodaj do podsmażonej cebuli z czosnkiem.“ he continued his dirty talking. He spoke in such a sensual tone, his hands running up and down your body, squeezing your ass… “Podsmaż całość przez kilka minut.“ His voice alone made you moan out shamelessly, pressing your body against his. “Zalej dynię bulionem i duś do miękkości przez jakieś 30 minut.“ He pulled away from your neck and watched you with an amused smirk on his face, watching you squirm on his lap. 

“Ostudzoną i miękką dynię zmiksuj na gładko blenderem.“ It wasn’t the first time he was dirty talking to you in Polish, but usually after every sentence he would repeat the translation in English… But that was really not your only concern right now. His hands squeezed your ass and forced you to squeal and arch your back into him, your chest mere inches away from his face. Oh, the dirty bastard… “Dodaj śmietanę, sól, pieprz i szczyptę gałki muszkatołowej.“ 

“Clay, please…“ you begged, eyes clouded by lust. But he was inexorable. He slowly licked up your neck to your ear and whispered “Pestki dyni upraż na suchej patelni i posyp nimi zupę w talerzach.“ You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to know what he was saying… “Clay, please, you dirty little Polish“ you smirked down at him, running your index finger up his chest “Tell me, what are you saying?“ You moved closer to his face and cupped his cheek with your hand, placing a wet kiss on his cheek.

“Oh, I was just telling you how to make a pumpkin soup.“ he answered, trying to keep in his laughter. That made you freeze in your place just the way you were. All this time, he was getting you horny…by telling you a damn soup recipe… You were speechless. “…Oh.“ you finally said, a dark blush scattered on your cheeks.

Anything You Can Do (I Can Do Better)

Featuring: Maknae Line - Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook (BTS) Genre: Smut By: Admin S

As requested. I had no idea how to write all 3 of them in, but hopefully you enjoy it =)

In which Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook compete to see who can eat you out best.

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Bts reaction {Mommy kink}

(for people that make gifs/gifsets, I absolutely adore your work, if you do not approve the use of your gifs please let me know and I’ll stop)

(Currently taking requests)

Request:  Pls bts reaction to their gf having a mommy kink and calling them baby boy :) make it nsfw

(I made little adjustments to the ask that I hope you don’t mind, like instead of the reaction of finding out about your kink, actually performing it, and various pet names other than “baby boy”, I hope it’s okay)

TAEHYUNG HAS A MOMMY KINK YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS

Mini scenarios with each member. If you like it, please check the masterlist for more.

Warnings: Sexual content, NSFW as it was asked, filth, if you are easily triggered you should probably not read this, mentions of: dom female, bondage, public play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, food play and even fuckboy jungkook.

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Chapters: 2/20 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Original Female Character(s), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Original Female Character(s) of Color, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: Mommy Dom, Dom/sub Play, Fluff and Smut, Bottom Yoongi, Yoongi-centric, Deepthroating, Daddy Kink, Sugar Daddy, Sugar Mommy, Mommy Kink, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Sex Toys, Sex Toys Under Clothing Series: Part 2 of Bts Kink Series Summary:

Yoongi's girlfriend is his Mommy Dom and they're there for each other whenever they're stressed.

Drunken Drabble (4)

**Nsfw**

It’s a wonder what a little low lighting can do for Jimin’s self confidence.

Granted, he’s a lot more self assured now than he was way back when half an hour of his time cost a measly five dollars for his meagre clientele. These days Jimin’s charges a whole lot more for the privilege of his attention - able to be a little more choosy now about the watchful eyes that make up his audience - but you, by far, are his most favourite regular.

It doesn’t feel like a performance with you. It doesn’t feel like he’s playing a role, or just an empty vessel that’s pleasing to the eye. With you, he feels safe. With you, he feels adored. With you, he feels… well… Jimin.

Jimin; who prefers to be cute, not sexy. Pretty, not hot. Jimin who longs to be loved and cherished, praised and cared for. A good, good boy.

So often the women that frequent his channel desire for him to take the lead; to play the persona that he’s so carefully crafted to hide the fragile boy that lies underneath. He’d known you were different right from the very start.

For one thing, he’s never seen you. Usually the women he speaks to are eager to show him their faces - hungry for the compliments that’ll pour forth from his lips the moment they appear - but you… You don’t need those.

You don’t derive any joy from empty words.

Your enjoyment lies in the mastery of Jimin’s own pleasures; his mewling cries, his twitching muscles and the tears that pour from his eyes when you’ve made him fuck himself into completion until he’s pleading no more.

What you gain satisfaction from is making Jimin fall apart with nothing but a pillow between his legs and the soft, sweet encouragement of your voice - such as he is now.

“God, baby, you look at you,” your voice comes cooing over Jimin’s desktop speakers, “Fucking yourself so pretty for me.”

He muffles a whimpering reply into the pillow in which he hides his furiously blushing face, both hands fisted into it as his hips drag back and forth along the bed.

There’s a damp patch of pre-cum that’s starting to saturate the cover of the pillow which is clasped between his strong legs, but rather than be unpleasant the sticky wetness gathering below him makes it feel all the better to fuck into the downy feathers inside - all the while groaning your name.

“Does that feel good baby?” An arching of his back that causes the lamplight to illuminate the lovely curve of Jimin’s buttocks is all he can give to answer you, but it’s enough. “I bet that feels so nice against your pretty little cock, huh?”

“Mmnnn!” he whines desperately into the pillow, surging his pelvis forward again and imagining as best he can how your pussy might feel rather this poor imitation with which he pleasures himself on your command.

He knows you’d feel warm around his dick. And wet - god so wet. If he had the presence of mind to listen now he knows he’d be able to just about to make out the slick sounds of you fingering yourself to his image over the microphone, and knowing that only serves to spur him on.

“You’re so good for me, such a good boy Jimin,” you tell him, and he can hear how breathy your voice is starting to become - how it’s laboured like his own. He closes his eyes and imagines he can feel the breath of your words in his ear, the swell of your breasts to his back. A hand pressed lightly around his neck.

“Don’t hide your face baby.” Jimin turns his head to the side, towards the camera, though he bottom lip is bitten and his blonde hair is dangling in front of his tightly shut eyes. “You’re so perfect - I don’t want to miss a single second of watching you cum for me.”

Even the mention of his high alone has it lurching a step closer, his thrusts faltering for just a second before resuming a steady rhythm once he hears you groan. He wants to do a good job for you, wants to please you so you’ll always come back for more. He needs you now, needs this. Needs to weight of you lustful eyes on him to be able to ever feel satisfied - the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.

“Fuck, that’s it,” you encourage stiltedly, your words catching in your throat, “Fuck me baby. C'mon, harder.” Jimin can’t help but follow your letter to the word, rutting his hips into the pillow with abandon like he’s really delving himself deep inside of you and groaning as though he can really feel it. “Good boy, good boy,” you gasp.

He wants to cum in you so bad. He wants to cum in you and have you make him eat it afterwards - or better yet, climb up and sit astride his face to drip it into his mouth and him how pretty he looks afterward with stray drops lining his chin.

“Baby, oh Jimin, baby boy I’m gonna cum,” you groan, and Jimin has the volume turned up so high on his speakers it’s like he can hear you all around him, feel your words like a caress even as they falter. “Been so good - cum in me.”

With a strangled cry, Jimin’s well trained body responds almost instantly to your request. Your own cries reach fever pitch and Jimin’s cock begin to throb and swell, your orgasm so loud - so intense - that the phantom sensation of your walls squeezing around him is enough to push him over the edge.

He spills out all over his pillow, his seed seeping deep into the fabric even as his spent cock begins to soften, twitching with oversensitivity because he just can’t keep his hips still. He can hear you panting over the sound of his own whimpers and his heart momentarily sours in knowing he’s brought you so much pleasure too.

That’s all he wants, really. To please you, to serve you. Hell, he doesn’t even charge anymore.

His whole crotch is covered in rapidly drying semen and yet he’s never felt more comfortable, more gorgeous and content than when he peels back his eyelids and looks sleepily to his laptop screen only a minute or so later, knowing you’ll already be gone.

A line of hearts printed there at the bottom of the chat just for him, a line of kisses that follow. Your signature sign off; a thank you and a well done all in one.