BTS Imagines

•submissive• (namjoon/s)

oh my god

this was LITERALLY the longest fucking smut i've ever made. like. no joke. this WHOLE THING is all about sex. so yeah.

the story is that you're being dominant, that's it. thank daenarys for the idea u very kul queen dragon good job on fucking drogo (rip btw FUCK HAHAHA i'm spoiling a lot)

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Submissive (Namjoon Smut)

He was always dominant.

Of course you liked it, but it always bumped into your mind, what if you were the one making him beg? What if you were the one telling him what to do? What if you were the one pleasuring him 'til he passes out?

Every time you and him made love, you were always bottom, the usual thing that most people do, most women are. He does the work, making you come, touching you deliciously until your whole body gives up. The chances of you being able to touch him while having sex was just impossible to happen. You had no idea if he just likes it that way, or he feels obligated to be the one in control. Nevertheless, you were a bit sick of it. So you might've thought of something that could satisfy your desires.

It felt like a challenge, and you were so willing to do it.

"Namjoon oppa," You talked through the phone as you called your boyfriend, who was probably hanging out with his fellow brothers. "where are you?"

"Ah, (y/n). I'm hanging out with Seokjin hyung and Jimin. What's up?" His familiar husky tone made you bite your lip in such a sexual way. You imagined the way his lips moved as every word came out of that fast mouth of his. He just sounded so..... Fuckable.

"I-I'm at home, oppa. But.." Your voice faded, hesitating whether you were willing to do this, whether you were ready. You looked down on your own body, checking any faults with what you were wearing. You obviously planned for something if you want Namjoon to plead for you, making you wear a secret lingerie that you bought just for him. Your outfit consists of a baby doll lingerie, a flowy dress that stopped on your lower butt. Its color was pure red, the color of sex. The translucence of the cloth showed your two piece with the same color of red and lace, the panty and bra fitting perfectly, sexily, to you.

"Can you come here?" You asked in an innocent, pleading manner. Namjoon somehow felt pity in just a second as he heard your sweet voice.

"Why jagiya? Is something wrong?" Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows, putting his finger on his lips to shush the people he was with. He was given weird looks by Seokjin and Jimin, but he didn't care and instead became attentive of you.

"Please oppa. I need you here." Your voice was almost breaking, begging for him so badly that Namjoon just shifted on his seat to adjust himself. Your voice felt so alone to him, so vulnerable that he just wants to stand and leave his friends.

So he did.

Just giving a small, "Let's do this again soon" to the boys he was with, he rushed to your apartment as fast as he could, ignoring all the passers beside him and gave a stern look, just straight into where he was going. The way your voice called for him felt like a magic spell to him, that he was needed there beside you right now for whatever reason you had. He had no idea whether you were sad, you had a problem, or just anything bothering you, since this was the first time you called him that desperately, and he wanted to see you.

Taking the last steps, Namjoon took his keys on his pocket, sliding it into your door's keyhole and barges in in an instant. The living room met him, empty yet clean, just the usual look for the apartment of you two. You weren't there, so he wasn't satisfied.