Money Shot (m)

⇾ money shot (m)

↳ in a pornographic movie, refers to the sequence in which the male actor ejaculates onto his partner’s body.

⇁ female reader x yoongi

⇁ smut || pornstar!au

⇁ dom!yoongi, submissive!reader, verbal humiliation, spanking, roleplay, rough sex, cum play, dirty talk, this is porn ok and everything is consensual

⇁10.9k pwp 

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“Don’t look so put off. Min Yoongi’s indisputably one of the best in the industry. He’s extremely professional and experienced—and handsome to boot. You’ll be in the very best hands. He rarely works with newbies, so consider yourself special.”

↳ or ; the author just really wanted to write a pornstar!au but got carried away;;

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Until Next Time—01 [m]

[4:38 AM] Jimin: film yourself for me

[4:38 AM] You: Ur kidding

[4:38 AM] Jimin: do it

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i know the day just started but do you know what i’m craving for breakfast?

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i want to get a taste of your heaven

Synopsis: Who would have guessed that a stranger you met through an online game would quickly escalate into a cyber fuck buddy?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // Gaming!AU

Genre: Smut & a dash of humor

Word Count: 5k

Includes: sexting/phone sex, dirty talk

Parts: 01 || 02 || 03

A/N: oh man, i can’t believe this is showing its light again either

[10:22:05 PM] erectchim: um. who are you

[10:22:13 PM] seokjinsaga: has left the server.

It starts with a swarm of messages from unrecognizable usernames, one stranger flooding after another. You get a sudden impulse to turn back and explain to the other players that you made a typo in the server name, admitting it is all a mistake, but you freeze when your cursor hovers over the chat bar. All you have to do is exit the game but you choose not to and surprisingly, you hold no regrets.

[10:22:20 PM] erectchim: this is a private server

[10:22:29 PM] erectchim: how did you get in here?

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Nice Guys [M]

He had a serious expression, but not the usual stoicism with tinges of bashfulness like you’re used to. His face seemed shrouded in a darker, carnal yearning. You cursed in the realization that seeing him like this, had you wet. You could feel it, instantly, the familiar heat growing between your legs. 

“Kookie?” you tried again, weakly attempting to pull your arms out of his grip. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation. You wince when you feel his grip on your wrists tighten in response to your outburst.

“Stop calling me that,” Jungkook commanded. 

“We’re the same age,” he continued. “How long did you think you could get away with babying me?”

summary: it’s always a pleasant surprise when the shy, and bashful boy you befriend on campus reveals himself to be a total dom behind closed doors.

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 6.4k

genre: smut 🍑, some pre-smut fluff 🐰

warnings: sub!jungkook, dom!jungkook, choking/asphyxiation, masturbation, oral sex, hair-pulling, spanking, orgasm denial

a/n: 3000 words of fluff + 3000 words of sin = healthy diet

You glanced around the science lounge, scanning the groups of profoundly stressed individuals. Of course, with finals approaching, it’s understandable to see everyone so on edge. Finally, your eyes meet with the person you’ve been looking for: Jungkook. I mean, if you could even call it eye contact. It was barely a split-second until he looked away with that all too familiar shy yet neutral expression, and the slightest purse of his lips.

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Faster II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: smut. Period. 

word count: 9.8

I just wanted to get this out of my head.

You forgot him, but Jeon didn’t forget you.

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just friends || (M)

Jeon Jungkook was many things. He was an asshole, a tease, and kind of an inconsiderate roommate. But most of all, he’s your best friend and has been since you were 10. When he suddenly confesses his attraction to you and proposes sleeping together, you are smart enough to turn him down. You knew Jungkook; you knew how he moved from one girl to the next. You, too, were many things, but just another notch in Jungkook’s belt was something you’d never be.

Or, “You love to run your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?”

pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader

genre: uh best friend AU but really just an excuse for angsty smut

word count: 9k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink sORRY, dom!jungkook, jungkook just being a little shit basically

A/N: this is based on the song Friends by Marshmello. Original photo of kookie edited by @420baka :-)

CHAPTERS: haha Tumblr sucks ass and ruined links so to read the other chapters please go to my masterlist!

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PART ONE

The opening and closing of Jungkook and your’s apartment door barely registered in your mind; you knew Jungkook was bound to come home sometime this hour so you didn’t bother checking if it was him or not.

“Ah, there she is! My favorite nun.” Jungkook’s voice rang out from behind you.

You huffed and put down the magazine that until now had held all your attention. You were sat upright on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles.

“Can I fucking help you, Kook?” You asked, turning your head to look at your rude roommate.

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ink petals | min yoongi (m)

pairing: Yoongi x Reader genre/warnings: tattooartist!yoongi, florist!oc, tattoos, piercings, smut, fluff, angst words: 10.5k summary: when Yoongi turns to your shop for drawing practice inspiration, neither of you could have forseen the way things unfold and just how deep you both would fall.

a/n: Happy Yoongi Day! <3

Wincing at the burn of too-hot tea scalding the end of your tongue, you sigh and let your gaze return to the barren street outside, the light trickle of flowing water against the glass windows all that was left of the sudden autumn rain. The sky was still somewhat grey, not quite yet clear from the clouds, and you easily found yourself getting lost in the blue that was cracking through.

It’d been a quiet season in general in the shop, but even more so than normal this morning, and not even just in the flower shop but out on the street as well. But, what more could you really expect from a Monday morning?

You’re staring down at the leftover crumbs from your toasted croissant you’d nabbed from the café on the corner for lunch when the warmth of your shop is interrupted by a painfully cold rush of air. Your eyes shoot up at the chiming bells’ cue of a visitor, readying your face with a polite smile even before you connect gazes with the possible customer.

Their back is turned to you as they push the door closed against the wind, and it gives you time to brush the paper bag into the bin below the counter before they spin to face you, but you could already tell by the sheer width of their shoulders that it was man.

“Hi, can I help you with something?” Your voice crackles slightly from lack of use and you clear your throat quietly, a natural smile curving your lips as he meets your eyes, and you’re caught off guard at the depth of his. Long pale fingers interrupted with scrawls of black on his knuckles lift to pull the scarf that’s wrapped around his chin open and down his chest and it takes you a moment to realize its tattoos adorning his skin.

“I mean, I’m not really sure what I’m actually after so I can’t say for sure.” Now that his scarf is lining the lapels of his thick coat you can see a peek of more black designs breaking the neckline of his t-shirt and disappearing beneath. He gives you a warm smile as he crosses towards the arranged buckets of single flowers, and you pull yourself from your stool to meet him.

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