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Chapter 2: polaroids and lolita panties

Summary:

kinky!
(knife play (a little blood))
slut shaming, name calling (bitch, whore, slut, etc)
huge ass dildo, lol. like 9 inches and rlly thick ;-;
uuhh polaroid pictures ;)
aftercare

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

after yoongi fucked your brains out, he spent time cuddling you, making sure you were okay. he reminded you that degrading you was only meant for sex and he didn’t actually mean it. he reminded you that you were his baby girl, and he would keep you safe.
sometimes you would slip so far into subspace that it was difficult to communicate, so he could only hold you, and help you clean up and eat. he enjoyed brushing your hair in general, so the both of you used that time to try and open up about how you both were feeling.
yoongi was very honest, he would say if he felt uncomfortable calling you something, or if he particularly liked something. you were more shy, less specific, but you got your point across.

the two of you were lazily laying in bed, it was still light out, and he had a balcony outside the french doors in his bedroom. he had opened them for fresh air, and he was holding you close, breathing in the scent of the floral shampoo that left your hair smelling sweet.

“i’m so lazzzzzzzy~” you said.
“no, you’re just sleepy. don’t worry baby. doesn’t the air from outside feel nice on your skin?”

you nodded against him and kept your eyes closed. he was warm, his bare chest was warm and soft, and your fingers were playing with the soft hairs of his happy trail.
“should i order in for dinner, baby?”
“yeah,” you pouted.
“how’s pizza? or maybe burgers?”
“i want a burger, and french fries. please. no cheese.”
“okay,” he replied.
he picked up his phone that was laying beside him, and dialed the take-out number after looking it up.

“hello, yes, i’m good. and you?.... awesome! okay,” he spoke into the phone, “i’d like to place an order for delivery. yes.... okay, one hamburger, no cheese. yes on the pickles, lettuce and mustard. toasted bun. and a large order of fries. mhm...
and i’d like a cheeseburger, no mustard or ketchup. cheese and lettuce and tomato.”

as he was ordering, you listened to his voice. you could feel the soft vibrations of his voice rumbling beneath the soft porcelain of his skin, and his free hand was absentmindedly twirling your hair around one of his fingers.
he hung up after telling the address, an employee would take it from the delivery person and drop it off to them, in 30 minutes, yoongi assured you.
he kissed the top of your head.

——
the food had been delivered and oh, gosh, it was delicious.
“mm... yoongi, baby, this is so good. write down the restaurant name so we can order from here again!”
he smiled and wrote it on a piece of scrap paper, then put it on the fridge with a magnet, next to the polaroids of you and him, and the other boys.
he had paid for the polaroid camera and film, and given it to you for a birthday gift. it was a legit, real, good condition polaroid. he had also gotten you many cool lenses for your professional camera and your phone. he knew you had a big following on instagram and twitter, so posting and keeping up with ‘fans’ was important, especially since it was your income.
you sometimes asked yoongi to take pictures of you to post, and he happily helped.
he had screenshotted a lot of the pictures off your instagram, to keep on his own phone.

——
after dinner, the two of you had sat in his queen sized bed, to watch a movie and wind down from the tiring day.
although, the air seemed thick, even though his french doors were still open.
it was hard not to squirm, and you were sure he would catch on soon.
yoongi was good at sitting still, so, he would definitely notice.

“baby?” he interrupted your thoughts, “are you okay there? need to go pee or somethin’??”

“uh, no, i’m all good, just restless, not sleepy.”

“do you need to go for a walk in the hallway?”

“no. i’m okay... i just.. well-“

“spit it out,” he said, urging you.
“i’m really horny,” you blurted, your face immediately getting hot all over again.

yoongi’s eyes turned dark, he didn’t smirk, but his expression completely changed.
“did daddy not fuck you good enough earlier?”

“no-yes- you did, i just... i’m needy. i’m so needy, i’m sorry! i can’t help it, i...”

“alright. i’ll fuck you good again. wanna do me a favor honey...?” his voice was thick, dangerous... he had something in mind.

“hmm? anything!”
“get me my knife, and get me the lube, and the biggest dildo we have, and then get your ass back here and come sit in front of me.”

you nodded, fingers clenching the soft white blankets before you got up and went into the closet. you firstly pulled out the small basket yoongi had bought in attempt to ‘organize’ the toys you guys had bought. the biggest dildo was a good 9 or so inches, but it was really thick, about 4 inches in total. it was actually easy to use once you were lubed up enough, and the way yoongi fucked you with it was absolutely amazing.

after you set the lube and dildo on the bed, you went into his coat pocket, where he always kept his pocket knife. once on the bed again, you kneeled in front of him, and had your hands fumbling in front of you.
his plan was to fuck you until you became so overwhelmed and sleepy, so it was easy to fall asleep.

“mmmkay baby, get undressed for me, or do you need help with that, too?”

“...need help daddy, i’m too dumb..” you pouted.
“oh, i see how it is. a dumb little baby, huh?” he had already pulled off your tank top, no bra to take off. you were home, and bras felt restricting.
next, he leaned to take your pajama pants off, kissing your belly as he did. he had forced you to lay down, so it was easier for him to undress you.

you shivered, it was chilly without pants.
“cold, baby girl? don’t worry... daddy’s gonna warm you up nice and good soon enough. you won’t be shivering from the cold, but from how good daddy fucks you.”

next, he spent a little time kissing you and adding more hickies to those he had made earlier. he kissed your lips, making them more swollen.
eventually, he got to your panties— white frilly lace, lolita style, little bows and all.

“such a cute little thing, almost don’t wanna take these off you. you look so precious, such a cute little girl, sweet belly and tits out but your princess parts all covered hmm...?? only for daddy to see huh??”

“y-yeah, only for daddy,” you squeaked.
“good girl,” he smoothed his palm down your stomach and slid the panties down your legs. his fingers softly tapped around the small patch of hair around your pubic mound, and he leaned down to kiss your stomach again.

while he was kissing your belly, you couldn’t see anything because he was covering the bottom half of your body with his own.

you felt something cold press against your skin, the knife.
“you’re okay with me using this baby? tell me to stop whenever you need. use your safe word. remind daddy what it is...”

“winter.”

“good girl,” he continued to slowly press the flat side of the blade around your pussy, eventually soaking the metal with your arousal. he pressed it to your clit, and moved it up your thigh, where he pressed the blade ever so slightly into your skin, enough to make you bleed a little bit. he had written “Y.” with the blade, marking you as his.
the pain felt good. he began to lick where he had cut, stopping the blood from hitting the blankets. he got very close to your pussy, and his breath made you squeeze your thighs around his head.

he pried them apart, and slowly rose from his hunched position. he ran the blade over your belly, not putting enough pressure to cut you, though.
you shivered, he chuckled.
“mmmm see? i told you i’d make you shiver. cute thing.”

after playing with the knife, he closed it and set it aside, rubbing his hands together. he squirted lube onto the dildo and rubbed it all over, then he began to lube you up. he was gentle, and he fingered you lightly, warming you up, prepping you for the dildo.
it made you moan, loudly, having his thick fingers inside you. his hands were always something you loved, you liked when he wore rings.

“daddy!” you squealed, feeling yourself squeeze around his fingers.
he pulled out before you could finish, though. he had decided you didn’t deserve to yet.
he rubbed the dildo one more time, wiping your slick on it, before holding it and gently pushing it inside you. it stung, because of how wide it was, but it felt really good.

“baby? tell me where your polaroid is. daddy wants to take pretty pictures of you like this. fucking huge dildo inside his princess. your pussy is so greedy it sucks it right up, you fuckin’ slut. messy slut.”

you told him it was in its case under your bed. he retrieved it, made sure it had plenty of film, and he took pictures of you. he fucked you deep and hard with that dildo, there was cum on the sides of it, and dripping out of your pussy down to your asshole.

“ah fuck, look at you, what a little bitch.” his fingers swiped up your messy and he licked it off, not swallowing. instead, he let himself salivate before saying: “open your mouth whore.”
you did. and he spit his spit and your cum and forced you to swallow.
your pussy was squelching around the dildo, and he pulled it out slowly, it made a small popping sound as he did, and cum flowed out, dripping down. he already had his pants down.
it surprised you when he shoved his cock inside you, stuffing your cum back up into your warm pussy.

“gonna keep you all warm and messy, gonna pump you full, you fuckin’ cock-slut.”

“can i slap you?” he asked, you nodded.

when you moaned, his hand connected with your face, and you felt the sting a second later, it made you moan again.

the only sounds you could make were moans and mumbles, and he certainly teased you about it.
“dumb slut. stupid baby can only make little sounds. is sir fucking you too good with his cock? nobody is better than daddy. say it, you little bitch.”

and all you could squeak out was “daddy.”

eventually, you regained some energy from laying there, so you whispered something over and over: “i love it. i love it, daddy, i love it! oh god i love it!!”

“you love what, filthy bitch?”

“y-your cock!! its so deep, i can feel it- it in-... in my t-tummy! daddy, fuck! you’re all the way in my tummy, ah- ah- i LOVE IT! oh, DADDY I LOVE IT!!”

he pressed his large hand against your lower belly, so he could feel himself and how deep inside you he was, and it made you yelp, squealing out again,

“oooh!! oh, god! oh, please!! daddy- yoongi! fuck, daddy i think- i gotta- pee, daddy!! oh my god!”

“no baby, you have to squirt. it feels weird because you’ve never squirted before.”

“squirt? fuck! please keep going, g-god...” you threw your head back, “don’t! no! please don’t stop!”

he applied pressure on your clit now, as he fucked into you, he was enjoying your sounds, and then he felt you clenching tightly, so he knew you were about to cum.

he pulled out as you squirted all over him, so he could watch you, and he moaned at the sight, jerking himself off, cumming on your thigh.

you were flopped against the blankets, him kneeling by your legs.

“holy fucking shit, baby. that was so fuckin’ good. let me clean you up, you poor tired girl.”

you could only nod, he lifted you up and brought you to the shower where he held you close to him.

“my legs are jell-o, daddy.”

“i know, honey.”
“daddy?”
“yes baby?”
“i want jell-o now...”

“i’ll get you some. what color?”

“red and blueeee!”
“okay baby. after we clean up.”

——
in bed now, eating your jell-o slowly, you clung to yoongi, needing his support. being degraded was hard sometimes, and your thigh hurt a little bit from his knife. he had put on a bandage, though.
the polaroids were on his nightstand.

“guh-night, daddy...”
you put the empty jell-o cup on your own nightstand, before falling asleep, on yoongi.

“good night baby girl. sweet dreams.”
he kissed your hair.

Notes:

idk if this is the end but anyway pls enjoy 🤓

Notes:

thank u for reading! bookmark and kudos this so u can come back to it later. comment any kinks/ideas you wanna see in the coming chapters.