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under control | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; werewolf!au, thigh riding, restraints

He really can't control himself at times. Being a werewolf with raging hormones and growing desires has its perks as well as its disadvantages, one of them being blissfully aware of his own strength, his pointed canines, and his lack of composure when the mood overwhelms him.

Especially when it comes down to you, wanting to indulge in your advances more than anything, yet being fearful of scaring you, hurting you, or worse. You have tried to reason with him, having trusted him most of your life, even before you knew of the supernatural being that he was. And being his mate when it all comes down to it, destined to be with him for the rest of your life while your body becomes naturally drawn to him, never lets you forget the thick tension anytime you even come close.

"It will be okay," you try to convince him, "you won't hurt me." Though, the fact that he has to leave the room and take care of himself any time you do get too close isn't helping your argument. You have done no more than just kiss, sometimes too intensely for him to cause such reactions only leaving you disappointed, and guilty for even feeling so.

"I don't want to take that risk," he replies, nostrils flaring while sitting on your bed with his back against the headboard. You know even being so close settled next to him is nearly too much to bear, especially when your own body is in overdrive thanks to the desire to be with him.

"What makes you think you'll-"

"Because," he interrupts, jaw tightening for the few seconds he pauses to gather his thoughts, "just... because."

"Well, what if we compromise?" Suddenly, a smirk grows on your lips, earning his attention with a glance in your direction a moment later. Your brows rise, heart beating just a bit faster at springing your sudden idea on him, yet knowing the two of you need some form of release if you are ever going to survive. At this point, you are willing to risk it all just to give yourself to him, but only because you trust him, and his threats of hurting you don't waiver your confidence in the slightest.

"What do you mean?" With his fists tight at his sides as he asks, you know thoughts are already racing in his mind. The confidence within you grows now knowing he is open to suggestions.

"What if I... I bind your hands?" You wince at hearing yourself say the words, his eyes growing wide at the possibility of being tied down while you have your way with him.

Though, the way his lips part and he remains silent, you know he is seriously considering the idea, as well as the thought of you riding him as his hand moves to reposition himself in his sweatpants.

"And then what?" The words release in a deeper voice, raspiness filling every syllable and you realize he is closer than ever to agreeing.

"And then..." you hesitate for a moment, "we see how you feel about the situation?" Suddenly all confidence shoots through the roof, words trembling off your lips while pitching the plan to him, but from the way he takes a deep breath, eyes shutting closed for a moment, you know he can't turn you away.

"Okay," he agrees with a nod of his head, eyes opening to flash a hint of darkness, "but you need to tie me down tight, and make it secure."

You want to roll your eyes at him, assuming he is overreacting, but his tone tells you not to underestimate his strength. You have only witnessed his capabilities on a few occasions of lashed out anger at one of his brothers, yet you want to believe he can control himself when it comes to you.

Still, you stand from the bed with your knees nearly wobbling as you search the nearest dresser drawer for a scarf before turning to witness him pulling his t-shirt over his head. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight, making your way to him as every muscle within his body tenses once you come near. He shifts, lowering himself just a bit while raising his arms to the bedpost above his head, allowing you to wrap the blue-tinted scarf around his wrists and the post three times before tying the knot as tight as you possibly can.

"How does that feel?" you ask, hesitation in every word, wondering why you are suddenly feeling the effects of his warnings.

"Flimsy," he exhales, "but it will do."

"Are-are you sure?" Your gaze lowers away from the intensity in his eyes as he stares at you, sudden desires filling him to the brim and the lust that is overtaking him goes far from unnoticed.

"No," he says, releasing a breathy chuckle, voice a near groan as he speaks. "But at this point I don't think I can stop now."

"You can't?" Your eyes shoot up to his own upon hearing the strain in his words.

"If I'm being honest," he begins, pausing to take in a deep breath and you wonder if he needs it, or is only trying to capture your scent, knowing you are far past the point of merely aroused at seeing him tied to the bed, shirtless, resisting the urge to pounce, "I know you're afraid, even if you're trying to hide it, and even if you trust me."

"You-you do?" You gulp, not wanting to admit that you are about to go further with him than you ever have, and the thought alone has the fear creeping up your spine.

"And if I'm being honest," he continues, exhaling deeply once again, "it only makes me want you more."

You swallow all words you have no courage to speak, a wave of heat surging through your body to tug at the ache between your thighs due to his confession. Even if you are overcome with embarrassment at the effects you have on him, you know you can't stop now, only getting a chance to convince him to become closer once in a blue moon.

"I-"

"Stand up," he suddenly interrupts, eyes following your every motion while you follow his instructions without a second thought. "Good, now take off your shirt, and then those shorts."

Lazy weekend attire doesn't seem to faze him, realizing as much when you pull the two-sizes-too-large t-shirt from your body, before hooking your fingers into the band of a flimsy pair of gym shorts and tossing both pieces of clothing to the side. You think you hear a low growl deep from within his chest as his eyes travel up and down every inch of your body standing in nothing more than a cute, flowery bra and mismatched underwear. You would have been embarrassed about not planning ahead, even if the event is more than spontaneous, if it weren't for the way he groans harshly while taking you in.

"Come here," he orders, and you don't hesitate to obey. You wonder if his actions, his commands, are due to his overloaded senses and his hormones taking control, knowing the normally polite, cautious, and courteous boy would have never talked so sternly toward you.

Yet, you have to admit you enjoy it. Getting to see another side to him, your werewolf boyfriend, even in the current situation as you crawl back onto the bed with your knees and heels of your hands pressing to the sheets creates a certain pool of arousal between your thighs. You know he can sense it, can smell it, and from the way he licks his lips while his eyes flutter, you absolutely know he wants to taste it.

You can't deny drinking him in, either. The sight of him tied up, his bare chest heaving up and down, his muscles tensing, and the bulge in his thin, gray sweatpants certainly does far more than help your own body to become so painfully turned on that you no longer care about fear.

"Come here, baby," he coos, with a smirk on his lips that has your heart skipping more than a few beats and a certain dominance in his tone that warns you not to disobey him. "Come here and kiss me."

Licking your lips unknowingly, you lean forward, already a few inches from his body when your mouth connects to his, feeling the urgency, the desperation behind the kiss. Feeling him resisting to break free from the restraints with all his might once you lean closer. Feeling him trembling beneath you, wanting you, needing you, craving you, yet suffering more than you know as he keeps his composure. When your tongue slips past your lips to tease his own, his body jerks, his hips buck, and you instantly pull away, heart jumping against the walls of your chest and your mind racing from the possibilities.

"I can't," he gasps, eyes closing, shaking his head, "I can barely resist kissing you when I see you like this, there's no way I won't fucking lose it once I'm inside of you." There is a bite to his words that has you believing him, yet a growl to his tone that dares you to carry on.

You begin to call his name, yet freeze once his eyes meet yours, allowing you to take in the way his pupils have dilated.

"But fuck..." he groans, arms pulling to tug on the restraints, "I don't want to fucking stop. I want to hear your moans and watch your face twist in pleasure when I fuck you and see you come and I want you to call out my name while you do it."

Your jaw drops, completely caught off guard from his confession, knowing he has never even muttered such filthy things to you before. You know he means every word, that the urge to control himself had passed and that he would turn into the wild animal inside of him if you allowed it.

Yet, you wonder what would happen to him if you left him needing you, craving you. You can't bear to think of it, wanting to rid both of you of the tension that is building too high within your bodies.

"I-I don't want to stop either," you tell him honestly, voice just above a whisper, eyes falling to your knees that are still pressed into the mattress.

"Fuck," he hisses, head falling against the headboard only for a moment. "Then come here, baby. Come here and straddle me."

"But," you mutter.

"It's okay." He takes a deep breath, trying to control his urges to speak the nastiest things to you, allowing you to see he has at least a sliver of composure left. "Straddle my thigh, baby."

After a few seconds of hesitation, you do as he asks, positioning yourself with one knee between his legs and the other resting against his outer thigh. When he bends his knee, bringing his leg up to meet your center just a bit, you gasp, feeling the pressure from contact and the weight of needing to be touched after so long.

"Go ahead, baby," he urges, "lower yourself onto my thigh." Naturally, you follow the request, pressing your body tighter against him, soaking your panties from the evident arousal in the process, dripping onto his sweatpants as he inhales sharply.

Without further instruction, you begin to move your hips, forward and then back, ever so slightly to cause the tiniest surge of friction while he groans, eyes lowering to take in the sight of you riding him. Gaining confidence, you roll your hips a bit harder, clit pressing to the slickness of soaked silk panties as soft whimpers pour from your lips.

"That's it, baby," he groans, catching your eye when his arms harshly pull against the knot, "ride me. Come for me." The commands leave his mouth strained and raspy, having to watch you pleasure yourself against his body getting the better of him and soon he is huffing, and panting, and growling at the sight.

You can only take in the sounds, getting lost in the pleasure of friction, losing yourself to the bliss of riding his thigh as your hips rock against him and your arousal drips to soak both of your pieces of clothing. His name spills from your trembling lips, hands finding their way to his clenched abdomen to brace yourself, nails digging into his skin when he begins to move his thigh toward you, offering a bit more pressure to send you into pure ecstasy.

"Fuck," you curse, jaw slacking, nails scratching his skin, leaving marks and bruises that he would only admire the next day. Your motions speed up, fully fucking yourself against his thigh and with his encouragements spilling from his body, telling you to go faster, telling you not to stop, and telling you to come for him, all you can do is listen to his words, and listen to your body as the the final string snaps in the pit of your stomach.

As the first wave of pure electric bliss hits, you doubled over, body slacking against his own while attempting to keep rocking your hips to greedily receive every last drop of pleasure. You tremble against him and call out his name, only to hear him growl and curse and tell you how much he wants to fuck you as you come undone before him.

Finally your hips come to a stop, too beyond spent to even roll off of him, but he allows you to stay put, knowing he wants nothing more than to hold you and fuck you senseless at the same time, and the thought alone has you lifting your head before removing yourself from around his thigh.

"I think..." he gasps, earning your full attention even in your post-bliss daze, "I think you should go."

You blink, wondering why the hell he is suddenly kicking you out of your own bedroom, but as soon as your eyes lower to take in the sight of him painfully straining against his sweatpants soaked with your juices, you understand.

"I..." You nibble on your lip, taking in his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. "Should I unfasten the scarf?"

"No," he exhales, "I can get out. I could get out the whole time. So, please, baby,, just leave. Lock yourself in the bathroom and take a bubble bath. Something. Anything."

The words sound painful as he speaks, allowing you to realize how hard it is for him to keep his control, immediately jumping off the bed to make your way into the hall, and into the bathroom to heed his advice and calm down with a bubble bath.

But not before hearing a rip of a flimsy scarf as soon as the door shuts and locks behind you, heart rate spiking at knowing he could have easily escaped the entire time.

#try not to be a furry challenge failed. anyway do you want part 2 hehe? it's a lot longer...#bts smut #marvel smut #call of duty smut #twilight smut #harry potter smut #jungkook smut #loki smut #nct smut #got7 smut #monsta x smut #stray kids smut #harry styles smut #ghost smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut

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thotsofintrusion · 7 months

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hiii could you do somnophillia with namjoon? thank u, ur amazing!!

of course i can do somno with joon, are you kidding?! ur amazing!!

somno with namjoonie is definitely a soft lazy early morning endeavor. joon is very much a soft dom at all times, but early in the morning when the sun is just barely coming through the shades, he’s so soft he basically turns into a service top. when he wakes up and sees your tranquil form next to him he just can’t help himself. he thinks you’re so beautiful and he’s filled with so much love for you that he just has to show you somehow. so namjoon decides to wake you up with both of your favorite kind of pleasure.

he trails his fingertips down your arm, just barely making contact and chuckling quietly when you shiver in your sleep. he interlaces his fingers with yours for a moment as he works his way down your side, and has to shake himself awake when he realizes he’s been staring at your hands for multiple minutes. he continues down your body, lightly playing with the flesh of your thighs before he pulls your legs open, placing one of his legs over yours. fingers dragging over your panty line, joon mouths at your neck, slowly warming you up. as he lightly bites at your earlobe joon can feel your pussy start to leak into your panties, wetting them and the tips of his fingers as he begins to use more pressure. he rubs over your clit with more pressure and feels your hips twitch up into his hand. he starts kissing down your body, lifting up your shirt and stopping to suckle lightly at your nipples and make you moan in your sleep. when he finally makes his way down to your cunt, namjoon pulls your panties down and off your legs, making you whine at the cold air of the room suddenly on your warm center. he presses light kisses to your clit and laps at your hole, smiling when you keen again. with one last kiss to your clit, joon dives in to your cunny, sucking your clit into his plush lips and pressing a finger into your hole. he licks and sucks at your clit while he plays with your hole, swirling the one finger around at first and then slowly adding another and scissoring them open, drowning in the sounds you and your cunt are making. he fingers you nice and soft, but with just a good enough pace that combined with his mouth on your clit you build up to your orgasm quickly, and when it hits you jolt awake in the throes of pleasure.

joon rides you through your orgasm, suckling at your hole and rubbing your thighs while he helps you come down, and when you’re finally done he pops his head up to look at you, smiling like a kid in a candy store. “morning baby. did you sleep well?”

#why can’t i write endings #this was a lot longer than expected #whoopsies #let me know if you want this flipped!!#as in reader waking him up #kens thots #bts #bts smut #bangtan smut #bangtan seonyandan #kim namjoon #kim namjoon smut #rm smut #rm #bts namjoon #namjoon smut #nonnie

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