Warnings: oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving) cursing, mention of period (tiny reference), alcohol consumption/mention (slight)
A/N: here’s an unedited smut one shot, will edit eventually..i can never write anything under 2k. Gif credit to the owner.
Date: 1/12/2019
You could feel the music pounding off the walls as you set foot inside the house of your best friend, Hoseok. You know exactly where’d you’d find him, in the middle of the dance floor having a dance off with some overeager party goers. He would be occupied all night.
You settled for finding the table near the kitchen, littered with cups and alcohol. You grabbed a red cup, filling it with a bit of rum before mixing it with a bit of juice. You weren’t trying to get smashed tonight, wanting to go home and lay on your bed to hopefully get yourself off.
You had been feeling so overwhelming frustrated, unable to get yourself off and not wanting to find some stranger to hook up with. You don’t know what it was, but nothing worked and you were tired of trying and failing. That’s where the party comes in, you had mentioned your struggles to Hoseok, who offered his services immediately.
Summary: Each day of the week was reserved for one member: Jimin on Mondays, Namjoon on Tuesdays, Hoseok on Wednesdays, Seokjin on Thursdays, Taehyung on Fridays, Jeongguk on Saturdays and Yoongi on Sundays. But when you accidentally ditch a Sunday night date with the rapper, things go downhill faster than you’d anticipated.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, OT7 x Reader
Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff
Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Exhibitionism? (they all watch her have sex with Yoongi), Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation
Word Count: 9.2k
A/N: I worked hard on this fic, agonising over a lot of it. So if you like it please validate me with likes and comments :)
Pushing the door open with your shoulder, you slinked inside their practice room like a scared mouse bringing an offering of appeasement to an angry cat. The caramel macchiato in your hand complementary to the apology you’d practiced all night.
As you set the drink on one of the many side tables, you glanced towards the boys, all busy conversing with their choreographer to notice you yet. Taking a deep breath as you spotted Yoongi’s gleaming black hair, atop his favourite black hoodie to match, you squared your shoulders, entirely unprepared for how you were going to go about getting back on the rapper’s good side.
Contains: Kim Seokjin x (f) reader, adult language, smut, teasing, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, strangers to lovers!au
Synopsis: Weddings are fun and all, but always the bridesmaid and never the bride kind of gets annoying after a while. However, your opinion of attending all these weddings for your friends suddenly changes when you find someone on the groom’s side of the table who piques your interest immediately: the best man.
The lights had dimmed as you found yourself sitting at one of the guest tables, losing your position to be a bridesmaid to people that your friend from work had known longer than you. Understandable considering the person who won maid of honor was her sister and she only had three bridesmaids that were childhood friends of hers, you weren’t too hurt by her decisions. After all, it’s her wedding. All you’ve ever been was a guest or one of the bridesmaids, never actually earning the coveted title of being someone’s bride. You must’ve been invited to at least three different weddings over the past two years, and that’s just going to the past two years, that’s not even taking into consideration the other weddings you’ve been to in the past five years. You had began to wonder over the years if you would ever become the bride and have to go through all the oddly delightful stresses that came with planning a wedding of your own. But for now, all you can do is sit at the guest table and drink some wine as you watched your friend share her first dance of the night with her new husband.
Everyone’s eyes seemed to be trained on the couple as they danced around the shining wood floor, dancing slowly to the tempo of Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley, staring into each other’s eyes lovingly as your friend had tears in her eyes. It was a truly beautiful display of love and affection, you had to admit, but you weren’t really in a mood to just sit there and watch the dance. Sighing to yourself, you gripped the bulb of your wine glass and stood up, deciding to walk around the venue in an attempt to make you feel better about the whole ordeal. You’ve grown to hate coming to weddings it seems, but you felt obligated to come to this one since she was so nice to you at work and you weren’t burdened with any responsibilities the wedding train had been given.
Walking to the side of the venue, you accidentally bumped into someone. “Oh my god, I am so sorry,” You apologized to the person you ran into, noticing that the volume of wine in your glass had gone down a little to indicate you had spilled some of it. Upon examining the person’s suit for any red stains from your wine, you allowed your eyes to trail up his torso and rest on his face. He was a very attractive man with chiseled features, plump lips that were an immaculate shade of red naturally, slightly chubby cheeks that could have hinted at youthfulness, and eyes that softened gradually from him looking into your eyes.
Seconds had passed since you ran into him, but the stare he had transfixed on your face made it seem like hours as you could feel a blush warming your cheeks. “Hey, it’s okay. Things happen, there’s no use whining about it,” The man joked, watching to see your reaction to his pathetic pun. However, you are the type of person who loves to hear puns or jokes that most people would find ridiculous, reacting to his joke accordingly. You let a small giggle fall from your lips as you looked up into his eyes, smiling brightly at him as you stretched out your hand to introduce yourself, “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m sorry if I got wine on you, I really wasn’t paying attention.”
The man only returned your smile as he grabbed your soft hand into his, bringing the top of your hand to his lips and kissing it lightly, “I’m Seokjin, but you can call me Jin, everyone does. And it’s okay, the wedding pictures are over so it’s not like you ruined those for the bride. Really, it’s okay.” “Well, is there anything I can do to make it up to you? It looks like it was an expensive suit,” You protested at him, trying to get him to have you do something in order for you to feel validated in your actions. Jin chuckled as he admired the softness of your features, wanting to stare at them all day as he shook his head, “No dear, it’s fine. Maybe I’ll think of something later… Where are you sitting? I don’t think I’ve seen you throughout the whole ceremony, I would know. I wouldn’t forget such a pretty face.”
→ a/n | this is my first official smut on tumblr and english isn’t my first language. so i’m sorry if there are any mistakes here :)
His tongue was moving against yours. The only thing you could hear in his room was your hot breaths and soft moans, plus wet sloppy sounds from your wet lips.
You let out a silent beg for more when you felt his lips detach themself from yours. “Fuck! I have a paper due later. Let me finish it and we can go back to where we were, alright?”
”W-why can’t we finish here and then you can go back to writing?” A hopeful smile had formed onto your lips as Jungkook’s thumb ran across your bottom lip.
”Desperate. Cute,” he grinned and placed his lips on your cheek before pulling away completely. ”We’ll see what happens, love. Just give me some time to make this as perfect as I can,” he mumbled more to himself and stroke your leg with his thumb.
After a while you were tired of waiting. You wanted him. Now. His fingers were typing over the keyboard while his tongue stuck out of the thin line of his lips.
You carefully got up from his messy bed so he wouldn’t suspect anything before placing a hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft smile which he quickly returned when his gaze tilted up to you.
When you saw that he looked up at you, you dropped down on your knees. Almost too eagerly which caused his brows to raise.
”Babe, no. No, not now,” his voice shook a little as he looked down at you over the laptop. ”Stressed? I wasn’t even planning on doing anything,” you grinned. That was a lie. You wanted to blow your man so fucking dry. It was almost embarrassing.
”Fuck! Just blow me. Y/N, please,” the start of his sentence came out like a hiss and then it turned into a soft whisper as you cocked a brow.
”Does Jungkook want my mouth, huh? So fucking needy to get touched. You always are,” you mumbled before he put his laptop to the side of his bed and immediately began dragging down his sweatpants.
”Please,” he whined and you just nodded before sliding down his boxers too. Leaning in, you take his dick in your hands - it’s thick, throbbing with need. He was so hard. Very painfully hard and throbbing red.
You two locked your eyes as you got closer to the tip of his cock before kissing it causing him to let out a hiss at the feeling.
”B-babe, don’t tease, please,” his body shivered a little when you pulled away and felt your hot breath on him. ”Now, Y/N, please.”
He was begging to get touched, which wasn’t even the first time. You loved drawing out the teasing.
Slowly you start peppering kisses onto the head, before beginning to take his lenght into your mouth. You looked up at him, vision hazy with lust.
Jungkook has his head tipped back in pleasure, his irises are gone, eyeballs rolled back in his head as his jaw clenched hard to hold back his moans and gasps.
You quickly pulled away just to tease a little before licking up the underside of his cock. Your tongue went up and down before it found its way to his balls. You sucked hard on them and rolled them around in your mouth.
Jungkook bucked his hips at this as his hand slid into your hair and got a good grip on your hair. He pulled your hair back causing you to let out a whimper as he grinned at the sight.
“Dirty slut. Do you hear me? That’s what you are,” he says, before tugging on your hair once again. “You can’t just come up to me when I’m supposed to work, sweetheart,” he ran his hand through your hair instead and leaned back.
“Get back to work, babe,” he growled and got comfortable before your mouth immediately found his shaft and opened your mouth wider to take him deeper until you bottom out.
You moan at the fullness of him. “You’re so good at this. I’m so lucky,” he grinned and tucked some hair behind your ear as he admired the sight while letting out soft grunts.
You hummed at how he tastes and feels on your tongue. The vibrations from your throat quickly got to Jungkook and his body shivered again. You pop off audibly after a while, your hand now working at the base of Jungkook’s cock.
He grabbed his meat and tapped your cheek with it as he waited for you to open up. “Let me fuck your mouth, alright?” he mumbled as his bottom lip got caught between his teeth.
“Oh, please,” you plead as you open your mouth and he slid into your mouth again. After he let out a low and deep groan, he immediately starts thrusting his dick into your mouth. He filled you up to the brim as you let out moans.
You try your best to relax as he fucks your mouth. It was so messy, so filthy. Saliva was running out of the corner of your mouth while Jungkook had his eyes shut. You obviously teared up while he hit the back of your throat.
“So fucking good at sucking me off, isn’t that right, princess?” he says and cupped your cheek as he continued thrusting into your mouth. You hummed in response as you placed your hands on his naked thighs.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. I’m going to come soon.”
He fastened his pace at this and seconds later he was painting your mouth with his cum. “Yesyesyes!” he chanted and continued bucking into your mouth before you pulled back up from his cock to pant for air after swallowing.
Jungkook let out a breathy chuckle as his cock softened and ran a hand through his hair. ”Y/N, you’re amazing, ” he grinned and pulled you up by the collar of your shirt and placed a soft kiss on your lips.
”I love you,” you say, following a giggle.
Jungkook smiled at this and got up before sliding up his clothes. ”So.. when do you have to send your essay?” you question and Jungkook looked down at her with a cocked brow.
”You want some release too, hm?” he chuckled and pulled you closer.
You two ended up in the sheets waaay after bedtime and Jungkook totally forgot the essay.
☼ Warnings: teasing, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), sorta somnophilia, slight noona kink, soft Kook
☼ Summary: You never thought that simply waking up your best friend would lead to something more.
☼ a/n:This is for MJ, who one, lets me rant new story ideas to her and also listens to me when I point out potentially dirty gifs (like the BV s3 one that led to this fic) Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙
Warnings: (uh… Jimin is an angel. with wings. so… there’s that)
Word Count: 4,283
Summary: In the dead heat of summer, there’s nothing to do outside. Nothing but bait your angelic boyfriend into noticing you, of course. (Angel!AU) [ this is a repost ]
▽ Summary: It was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if you’d ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid. “If nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it.
↳ alternatively: it’s a crack fest. Well, at least until little Taehyung decides to come out to play.
▽ Word Count: 20.752
▽ WARNINGS: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, cuss words, masturbation, oral (giving/receiving), rough sex, daddy kink, use of several toys, hair pulling, a drop of orgasm denial, unprotected sex, very subtle degradation.
▽ AN: Just a reminder that the “read more” function doesn’t work on mobile even though the cut is there! Also, Tumblr doesn’t really like long posts so if you’re having trouble reading it, you can also find it on AO3: here.
You take a deep breath, your gaze fixed on the familiar scenery outside the train’s window, and it almost feels like your insides are unclenching and relishing in the feeling of being free after so many months lived squished together.
You have made this journey back and forth hundred times in the past five years or so and you know every inch of the road by memory but it doesn’t hinder its healing effects on both your body and mind.
The ride is a couple of hours long but you do enjoy every last bit of it, at least when it’s bringing you back home.
Your home is more than just a place with four walls and a roof on top, no, home is your roots an, ultimately, that inner part of you, the true self you are forced to hide under fake masks to survive in the city.
↳ warnings: use of drugs (pot), cigarettes, sex while under the influence, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, very light degredation(?), cunnilingus, overstimulation, cum eating
↳ word count: 2.4k
⁙ summary: you ride the hell out of your boyfriend while you’re both stoned. and he smokes a cigarette while you do it.
⁛ A/N: this was honestly just an excuse to write a series of boyfriend!jjk fics. also the marijuana use in this fic a relatively light, i didn’t go too in depth about it but it is there.
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Hoseok was off limits. That’s what they told you when you signed up for the job. The glorious life of a makeup artist brought you closer to celebrities than most, and with that came rules and responsibilities, with the main one being not to get too close to the clients.
Hoseok was off limits. The words played in your mind over and over, each time you spotted the grinning boy walking through the door for you to powder his face and line his eyes. You made small talk, heard him laugh, allowed him to show you new versus he was working on, and even take a few pictures of him at his request.
Hoseok was off limits. You tried to remind yourself of this as you got to know him, shared stories, and even allowed him to confide in you a few of the troubles on his mind.
And no matter how many times you told yourself the boy was off limits, it couldn’t stop you from flirting, and laughing, and allowing a single brush of his hand against your arm to flutter your heart that soon turned into his mouth hovering over yours seconds before you ignored the desire to break your number one rule. The tension between you grew in no time, bodies aching for one another, yet with everyone else around, it was the hardest thing to keep in control.
