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Mmmhhh I love it.. Thank u so much...
congratulations on ur milestone sweetheart. Manymore to come 🎉🎊
I love ur stories so much. They are filled with emotions. All the best for ur future. Hope u have a good day.
I saw ur post that u r taking fic requests. & Oh god i would like to request a smut of dom! Jin.
this gif of jin is haunting me.. This gives dom jin vibes. Like u have done something wrong & he makes u strip to ur innerwears & crowl towards him to take ur punishment (like rough throat fuck & etc) 🥵🥵🥵🥵
Its not my gif. Credit to owner.
𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𓃠
daddy’s home - KSJ
pairing — dom!seokjin x reader
genre/rating — R | smut
word count — 1.5K
warnings/tags — strong language, brat!reader, bdsm themes, hard dom!jin, sub!reader, explicit smut — daddy kink, dirty talk, choking, reader is wearing leash + collar, spanking, degradation, oral (m), deep throating, shoe grinding, hair pulling, thigh slapping, breath play, panty ripping, cum eating, name calling, pussy slapping
a/n — I just had to with the title lmao
smut after the cut
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The mix of lust and anger in his gaze is unmistakable. And you know not to push him any further. Eyes not leaving his, you obey and sink down to the floor, scooting closer to only to hear him click his tongue. His handsome features remain vapid, calm. While you’re buzzing with delight at your fiancé’s authoritative tone. Knowing what’s about to happen next. The consequences of your actions.
You stare up at him with innocent eyes, “what?”
You stare up at him with innocent eyes, “what?”
His stuffs his hands into his pockets. And if it wasn’t for the very large bulge pressing into the material of his dark pants, you would think that he’s genuinely upset with you.
“Crawl.”
More of your arousal drenches your panties, the material clinging to your folds as you stick out your ass for his viewing pleasure and get on your hands. You gasp when he winds the leather around his palms once, its attachment hugging your neck deliciously.
The way his plump lips curl around each word, tugging on the leash to have you whining, reaching up while he meets you halfway to speak against his lips, thumb pressing into your chin delicately. A juxtaposition of the unrelenting grip around your throat.
“Was this your plan all along?”
You take his thumb into your mouth eagerly, whimpering slightly when it digs into your tongue.
His gaze meanders from your face to the frilly, baby pink lingerie you bought for this special occasion. The warning he sent via text you for flouting his orders. The rules he set at the very beginning. Perhaps you did it on purpose, and it took a few tries to push him to the edge. Seokjin isn’t easy to provoke, but this time, by the focused yet hazy look in his eyes, you can tell that you’ve done it this time. A thrill runs down the length of your spine.
“You were ready for me,” he murmurs, tilting his head to the side menacingly, “all pretty for me, with this on.”
“Seokjin,” you whine when he yanks on the strap once more, neck straining with the angle.
“What? Too much?”
He draws back and tugs on his tie, throwing it an abandoned corner of the room before you hear the satisfying zip of his slacks.
“This is just the beginning, hands behind your back.”
Shivering with the movement, your gaze flits to his fingers curled around his thick cock, angry and red. Leaking with precum, slick and ready for your mouth. Acting on your own accord, you fight against the hold on your hair and lick around his fingers snug around his cock, drooling at the heady taste. Your eyes scrunch shut when his fingers twist in your hair, scalp prickling with the pain enough to have you shifting uncomfortably, thighs growing sweaty as they stick together.
“Did I say you could touch me?
The moan that breaks from your chest, when he releases his cock to tug on the strap again, is violent and loud, filling your capacious bedroom.
“No.”
Precum smears across his dress shirt, messing the fabric while your eyes remain glued to his face. Wanting nothing more than to have him in your mouth.
“No, what?”
“No, daddy.”
The only warning you get is his tightening grip in your hair before he pushes his cock into your mouth until your nose hits his pubic bone. Your throat protests, tears welling your eyes before he begins to snap his hips against your face. Cockhead brushing your throat repeatedly while you’re slurping and hollowing out your cheeks to hear more of his gratifying sounds. Your nails dig into your lower back when he keeps your head pressed to his crotch, cheeks stained with saliva and tears.
“Fucking spoilt,” he grits, abusing your throat as he pistons his hips into your face, “you think you can mimic the pleasure I give you?”
You splutter slightly, the tip grazing a spot in your throat that you weren’t ready for yet. He pulls your head back and kicks your legs apart, obviously noticing the way you’re rubbing them together.
“What? That big mouth can’t take my cock?”
“No, no,” you cry, leaning forward on your knees, lips pulsing, “I want daddy’s cock.”
You pant and slump down as he gives you time to breathe, watching you with half-lidded eyes before he directs the tip over your lips again.
You swallow him greedily this time, swirling your tongue against the frenulum on each drag out to hear him curse, bulbous Adam’s apple jumping slightly when you swallow around the head. He keeps a strong hold on your hair and the leash, the bottom half of your body free enough for you to use to your advantage. Your clit pulses as you repeat the sequence of bobbing your head along his length, drawing out his pleasure.
Feeling his pants brush your thigh, with deep breaths through your nose, you rest your heated core on the tip of his Oxford’s. The leather providing friction for the pressure to build. You’re moaning around his length, tongue tracing the thick veins as you chase your own high. Sliding your pussy along his shoe filthily. Fuelled by the constriction around your throat.
“Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he grunts, hips flexing into your face rapidly, the desperation in his voice signalling that he’s close to the peak.
You’re chasing your own high, with urgent rolls of your hips against his leg, mind fogging as the point of his shoe presses into your cunt at just the right angle, covering him in your slick. He doesn’t seem to notice until you begin to rock your hips faster, doubling your efforts with your mouth, sliding along his length zealously to make him cum with you.
The pressure builds and builds, jaw aching, chin dripping with spit and his essence. A muffled whimper leaves your lips when he shoots down your throat in thick, hot ropes, holding your head in place to ride out his high. You see white, nails piercing into your skin as you soak your panties even more, rock hard cock slipping from your mouth. You’re not given much time to bask in your high because he’s dragging you by the leash to the edge of the bed.
“Do you ever fucking learn?”
He sounds infuriated, annoyed, maddened by your show of disobedience as he throws you over his lap and tears at your panties. Your tears wet the mattress when he lifts your back to an arch, your lower spine lit aflame when he smacks the backs of both your thighs. Jolting forward, you gasp when he tears the flimsy material of your underwear, pattering next to head as he spreads open your ass cheeks.
“Such – a – fucking – brat –” he punctuates each word with a lingering slap to your swollen folds, fingers rubbing against your clit on the last slap before drawing his hand back again to land a resounding smack to your ass. Large palm rippling against your flesh.
“Daddy, please.”
“Did I say you could come? Such a fucking slut, so fucking messy. As if I didn’t fuck you dumb just this morning.”
You whimper, going boneless in his arms after his palm comes down on your ass in quick succession, winding the leather around his hand even tighter to have you gasping out more pleas. As if things weren’t floaty enough from your first orgasm.
His palm kneads your meat for a few minutes and you think he might be done, the only sounds being your heavy breaths. But then his hand meets your ass in a blazing smack, the force surging through as you shift forward over his lap, trembling when your womb tightens with desire.
“Want you, daddy. Please. Want your cock,” you choke out, nudging your ass into his hand.
He laughs, the sound fizzing through you to have a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your legs where his fingers tease but never touch.
“You think you deserve my cock? You won’t get to cum for the next two weeks.”
You whimper at that, wondering how you’re going to make it through your foggy mind, rutting your hips into his hand when he cups your pussy.
“But you know what you need to do if you want daddy’s cock?”
Horror overtakes any other feeling, but you nod anyway. The compromising position you’re in not giving you much of a choice.
“Do you want it? Want daddy to fill you up with his cum?”
You rut into his hand, nodding your head frantically as sweat beads along your hairline, his hot palm not doing anything to slake your desire. You’re barely registering his words, all you can think of is having his fat cock ramming into you until you’re stuffed full with his cum.
“Y-yes, daddy.”
“Then you know what to do? And bring it here between your teeth, like the little whore that you are.”
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a/n — basically he’s gonna whoop her ass
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