Its Loving Camboy Hoseok Hours. Amazing.

it’s loving camboy Hoseok hours. amazing.

starfruit ⇾ jhs. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ camboy!hoseok x curvy!reader

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾  s2l, livecam au, smut, pwp, filth, 18+

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾  one video is all it takes to realize you’re all he wants.

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 20.2k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ camboy!hoseok, dom!hoseok, big dicc!hoseok, ass enthusiast!hoseok, nose piercing!hoseok, curvy!reader, sub!reader, shy!reader, nipple piercing!reader, vague mention of alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it), rough sex, tongue kink, lowkey corruption kink, dirty talk, creampie, double penetration, reverse cowgirl position, sixty-nine position, oral (m. and f. receiving), degradation, overstimulation, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of star shaped vibrator, multiple orgasms, body worshipping, cum-eating, face licking, choking, dry-humping, a lil hair-pulling, spanking, swearing, begging, biting, clit biting, motorboating, fingering, rimming, ass job, ass play, spit play, breast play, a tad bit of jealousy/possessiveness for the win, star sparkling filth

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ hobi thirst hours:open

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there’s something very juicy and emotionally sexy about this yoongi. i love the way RK is writing this and i would lay down my life for an arranged marriage au any day of the week.

you did good with this one.

Set Me Free - Masterlist

❥❥ Pairing: yoongi x female reader

❥❥ Genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, smut

❥❥ Summary: Growing up as the sole heiress to your father’s fortune wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. In desperate need to escape your home life, you enter into an unexpected arrangement with the infamous Min Yoongi. Will the both of you be able to find freedom, happiness and possibly love?

❥❥ Updates: No real schedule, but I try to update at least once every 2-3 weeks if possible

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❥❥ Chapters

1. The Arrangement

2. Reflections

3. Greys

4. Entry Wound

5. Gravity 

6. The Wedding

7. Da Capo

8. First Love

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loving this so far! the way the boys is *chefs kiss* delicious.

i love all types of au’s, but this one will always hold a spot in my heart. namjoon as the director was something i didn’t know i needed but i’m glad i now have. amazing.

The Art of Craving - Masterlist

It was funny how despite craving each other for 2 years now, neither of you eight had the balls to confess. But all it took is a little push in the right direction from a certain well-wisher and next thing you know, you were getting your brains fucked out.

➳ Pairing: Porn Industry Workers!BTS x Fluffer!Reader

➳ Genre: Smut | Fluff | F2L | Fluffer!AU | Pornstar!AU

➳ Rating: 18+ (Mature)

➳ Status: ONGOING

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Thank you @sugasbabiie again for making this banner <33 I'll probably have to tag you once again so sorry for that :((

listen, he has something to say (•ɞ•)

the Christmas season is starting off well. definitely better than what i got in the advent calendar today. everybody say thank you miss yoongs

I Appreciate Your Apology | KNJ

A Christmas party has you on thin ice with your favorite dom. Daddy Joon appreciates your apology, but does he accept it? daddydom!Joon smut, PWP, filth, Joon edging you until you see sleighbells.

This is for @daydreamer-writing @park-jimin-isnt-real @bangtangalicious and all my lovely fellow daddy joon enthusiasts >:)

Warnings: cheating? smut, pwsomep, rough sex, restraints, bdsm, choking, edging, overstimulation, sex toys, Joon with a pain kink, daddy!joon, rapper!joon, a bit of angst, mostly just sex ;)

Word count: 3.6k

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You came with a silent scream with Namjoon between your legs, your tense body finally finding some relief. You lifted your head to see sweat gleaming down his shoulder blades as he shifted and pressed his face into you, opening your thighs wider. His piercing eyes met yours, lips smiling against your skin as you twisted your body and moaned, because for him the night was just beginning.

Shivering despite the thick heat surrounding you, your heart rate quickened again. You struggled against his restraints, arching your back to give some relief to your tied arms beneath you, his tongue prodded your insides deeper as you trembled and whined. You clench your teeth, holding in your cries, on the edge again, you’re ready to beg him for reprieve, for forgiveness.

Wait. Slow your breathing down, and remember how you got here, restrained and pinned against soft cotton sheets and Namjoon’s heavy body. Admit it, once he caught you in his dark stare, you wished for his soft lips on your skin and his slender fingers deep within you. All your naughty little thoughts, running through your head, you wanted him to hear you. You wanted him…you wanted Namjoon. Remember?

---

When your date, an up and coming music producer, had invited you to an industry christmas party, you said yes. You hadn’t expected to meet Namjoon tonight. Or perhaps you did, just a little. Namjoon sold out shows for a living, an underground rapper who became a household name overnight, you knew what that might mean. But still, when your date introduced you to him, you couldn’t help but feel surprised by the way his magnetism caught you again, pulling you in so effortlessly, hooked by Namjoon’s larger than life presence.

“I want to introduce you to the new artist I’m working with,” your date’s hand stays firm against your waist as he leads you through the crowd. Your date called him by his stage name, “RM!” but you knew him as Namjoon, and also the best fuck you’ve ever had.

Namjoon turned his head, eyes catching yours through the crowd. The lights bouncing off the walls illuminating his sharp jawline and his mouth tensed, and even at a distance you knew he was upset.

You weren’t cheating, because Namjoon, as famous as he is, couldn’t be in a public relationship and you had more respect for yourself than to hide in the shadows of someone else’s light. You however could never say no to a late night alone with the famous rapper, and whenever he was free and close by, he couldn’t stop himself from searching out your company. Namjoon had certain unconventional tastes when it came to sex, and you were palatable to his desires. You had become a meal he always wanted ever since the first night you met, when he was asked you candidly what you expected from him and you said, use me.

“I want you to use my body, fuck me how you want.” You were blunt, expecting to be with him for only the night. Tired of stale connections, you wanted fire, you wanted passion, you wanted to actually cum tonight.

“Oh, I can do that,” he chuckles, his lips capturing yours roughly. Pulling your bottom lip into his mouth, he bites down harshly in a test. You stare at him through half lidded eyes, unflinching, not one cry escapes your lips as his teeth pierces your lip.

Namjoon pulls away with new invigorated passion, inhaling sharply as he breathes you in. Your tongue runs across your bottom lip as you tilt your head up, mouth open and inviting. You liked it, the way his eyes glazed over in lust when you submitted to him. You liked pleasing him. He liked it rough. You liked how pain heightened everything, the way his voice deepened when he teased you, the way he unapologetically ravaged your body, marked you as his, if only for the night.

When you left his hotel he took your number, and you’ve been indulging in each other ever since.

So, no, you weren’t cheating, but your relationship with Namjoon, or whatever you would call it, had certain expectations. Except, it was the end of the year, Namjoon was always busy now, and the season left you feeling particularly needy, you weren’t going to wait around for him forever, even if you wanted more...

Your smile doesn’t falter, even as he stared you down, eye trailing over your revealing dress. You date shakes hands with the taller rapper. “He’s an amazing artist,” he tells you. Oh, he’s amazing at everything.

Namjoon, usually in expensive tracksuits, beanies, and chains dangling against his broad chest, looked completely transformed. He wore a sleek black suit, dyed hair slicked back, chains replaced by simple rings, a man dressed for the limelight.

He smiles over at you, eyes following your curves, studying the way his new producer had his arm draped over you, possessively on your shoulder. It was clear to anyone you were his date, but Namjoon was the person who owned you.

Namjoon extended his arm towards you, holding onto your hand after you greeted him.

“This is my girlfriend-”

Oh shit. You definitely did not expect your date to call you that.

Namjoon interrupts, saying your name, bringing your knuckles to his lips, like he’s done a hundred times before. “Nice to meet you again.”

“You two know each other?” your date asks surprised, looking between you and the famous rapper.

You kept your expression calm, “We met briefly before, after his concert, during the Awakening Tour, right?”

“Oh, two years ago?” you date says uneasily, clearly thrown by your knowledge of one another.

“She left quite an impression.”

“I feel like everyone knows everyone else in this city,” he jokes. His hand cups your shoulder, pulling you in closer. You laugh awkwardly, placing your hand on your date’s chest softly, kissing his cheek to calm his apparent insecurities, looking over at Namjoon afterwards with a coy smile. You wanted to make him jealous. It was a dangerous game you wanted to play. Namjoon licks his lips and smiles back, a dark twinkle in his eye.

“Well, I have to go make the rounds, I’ll find you later.” He says, speaking to your date, placing a hand on his shoulder before saying goodbye, looking over to you for only the briefest of moments.

You were a little let down. You knew Namjoon was too professional to slip up, but still, you had hoped for something.

---

You grew bored quickly. Living in this city, you learned the elite weren’t particularly more fun or special than anyone else, just had more money to throw around. The food was definitely better, though! you thought as you walked the long buffet, sampling expensive holiday appetizers as your date networked.

‘Girlfriend,’ is what he called you. Well, you were happy to play girlfriend, spending your weekend drinking some champagne and eating good food, enjoying the tinsel, gold and glitter. You deserved to be shown off, treasured, loved! If Namjoon couldn’t give that to you, could he blame you if you found it with someone else?

You sat at the bar and drank, bitter. Mind drifting to Namjoon, to nights with his deep voice in your ear and hands on your throat, cursing the power he had over you.

A body sat beside you, pointing at your glass he asked the bartender for another. You grabbed the new drink, sipping slowly, taking time to yourself to gather your thoughts.

“Aren’t you going to Apologize?”

“For?”

Namjoon scoffs, tongue rolling across his bottom lip.

“Wearing a dress like that for someone else.” He stares, eyes turning you inside out.

You wore a classic; a red dress, a shade brighter than poinsettia petals, a tight fit, low cut, high slit. Your fingertip traces the drink’s rim and you place your elbow on the bartop, resting your chin on your palm. You look at him out of the corner of your eye, “Sorry,” you say condescendingly.

Namjoon sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “My music producer, really?”

“I didn’t know he was your producer, and I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Alright, then care to explain why my producer is touching my girl? You’re really dating him?”

Something tenses inside of you, a searing ripple tightens your insides at his possessiveness; the jealousy dripping from his words. “Your girl? The one you haven’t talked to in over six weeks?”

Ah. Namjoon stilled, shaking his head, finally understanding your attitude. “Come on,” he stands up, offering you his hand.

“I can’t just leave him.”

“I’m not going to ask again.”

You grab your drink glass and knock your head bank, finishing the bubbly alcohol. You take a long inhale, turning your head to look at the handsome man before you. You wanted so badly to kiss him, taste him instead. “What’s it going to be, baby? Me or your new boyfriend?”

You scoff, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Namjoon smirks and leans in closer, whispering into your temple, “You’re lucky I don’t rip that dress right off of you.”

You turn to the side, knees knocking into his hard body, fingertips finding the end of his tie and flicking it upward. “It’s an old dress anyway.”

“Up.” He doesn’t give you time to protest, his arm snaking around your torso, pulling you to your feet. Namjoon wasn’t like your date, he didn’t extend the courtesy of politeness when around you. His hand lowered onto your ass, squeezing it, ushering you outside.

Did you feel bad leaving your date? Yeah, you knew it was bad, but being bad with Namjoon felt too good to resist.

Artificial snow floated through the air, covering the outside in a light dusting of white, glittering under the soft glow of christmas lights. It looked like a winter wonderland.

Outside away from the crowd, he turned to you, pulling you in a tight embrace, sharp eyes studying you under the warm light, snowflakes accumulating on your lashes and hair. You dusted off the snow sitting on his shoulders. “I was going to call you, once everything was settled, I planned to see you before Christmas.”

You lean up and kiss his jaw softly, whispering in his ear. “I don’t want to talk about what you were going to, I want to talk about what you’re going to do.” You hand left his side and traveled across his torso, finding his growing member, already stiffening against your palm. His arms around you tightens, hands traveling over your curves again, pulling you into him roughly. “Mmm Daddy.”

Namjoon chuckles at your teasing, grabbing your ass with both hands, “You’ve been a naughty girl tonight, baby.”

You laugh softly, “Sorry, Daddy.” You’re not sorry, but you will be.

---

Joon left the party first, cutting straight through the crowd, his hard dick sitting painfully erect against his belt. You kept your head down, walking quickly to the exit.

You saw your date, even though you pretended not to, pretended not to see him struggle to reach you as you quickened your pace. He even called out to you, unable to be heard over the music, that’s what you’ll tell him tomorrow at least.

Namjoon’s car is already waiting outside, when you jump into the back seat, he reaches over to you, outstretched arm finding the back of your neck, lips connecting to yours hungrily. Tongue rolling over yours, he bites down so hard on your lips you flinch, whimpering into his mouth. His thumb soothes over your swollen lips, dark eyes shimmering with longing. The car speeds away and you don’t dare look back, never knowing if your date caught up to you.

---

Low, soft christmas instrumentals play through the radio and Namjoon’s warm hand placed on your thigh has you teetering on the edge of lucidity. The high slit on your dress allowed his long fingers to rest in between your thighs, pressing into the flesh every so often, never moving closer, slowly making you wetter while you traveled through the city, until you couldn’t take it anymore. With a glance to his driver you cover his hand with yours, moving his wrist higher.

You suppress a gasp when he enters you swiftly, dipping one finger in and out before pulling away, he drags the same finger over your mouth, wetting your lips. Your insides clench as his dark eyes bore into yours with a silent command to behave.

Interlacing his fingers with yours as he heads towards the garage elevator. You try to keep up with his long strides, “Your hotel?”

“No, apartment. I just moved in.” He smirks at your surprised face. “It’s not finished, I wasn’t expecting your company so soon.”

“Should I leave then?”

Namjoon presses you against the elevator wall, knocking your head into the wood paneling. Urgent rough touches brushing your body and tongue invading your mouth, he steals your breath away until the elevator dings.

The apartment is large, cold, practically empty. Cardboard boxes littered the sides of the living room and a single large fir tree sits in the entrance, filling the space, perfectly decorated by professionals, bringing the tiniest proof that the space was indeed being lived in.

Namjoon moves though the kitchen, pouring two glasses of whisky, handing you a glass, alcohol to dull the pain you’re in for. You sip the whisky, grimacing, making him laugh.

“The view is beautiful,” you note. You can see the entire city from this height, a gorgeous sea of twinkling lights.

Namjoon moves behind you, tilting your neck, lips following the line of your shoulder, he stretches your neck more, thumb finding the inside of your mouth. You lean back against his broad chest, sucking his digit, tongue playing with the ring he wears. “You’re beautiful.” His murmurs against your neck, “but I told you what I was going to do to you.”

“Punish me?”

Your dress rips. Namjoon finds either end of your dress, yanking the fabric apart, opening the slit on your thigh higher. He rips it again, slicing the hem to your stomach, exposing your panties. You gasp as his hands travel higher, over your breasts, pressing them together, holding you tightly. His fingers slip into your cleavage, ripping the fabric down, until your dress falls off in pieces.

“Ready to apologize to Daddy?”

---

Namjoon didn’t have a lot of furniture, but he did have a bed, king-sized. He threw you down onto the soft covers, lying his body in between your legs, your nakedness rubbing against his clothes as he takes his time to suck dark marks across your body, making up for all the days he hadn’t claimed you. He licked across your chest, pulling your nipple between his teeth, biting down. You wrinkle his jacket, gripping the fabric between your fingers, arching into him, moaning and gasping as he teases your sensitive buds.

He pulls away, standing over you, undoing his tie as you steady your breathing. It made you all the more hot, watching him watch you, expression dark with satisfaction as he views the marks left across your skin. He holds up his pointer and twirls it in the air. He wants you on your knees for him.

With your head pressed against his pillow you couldn’t see him, but you could feel his fingers pulling you open, running along your slit, dipping inside achingly slow. You shudder under his caress, waiting impatiently for more.

“Please...”

“Please?”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

“You want Daddy’s big cock?”

You shudder a moan as his tip teases your entrance, whimpering a quiet yes, then groaning together when he finally enters you. The first stretch is always so deliciously filling, so satisfying when you’re finally connecting your bodies. You couldn’t think of anything feeling better than being speared on Namjoon’s massive dick, until he drags his cock out, leaving your walls fluttering, pressing into you more swiftly this time, harder, smacking his hips into your backside.

His torso presses you down onto the bed, he finds your wrists and drags your arms above your head, bucking his hips hard into you again. You moan for more, but he pulls your hands behind your back, wrists over each other as he uses his belt as makeshift restraints, pulling the loops snug around your wrists. The cuffs didn’t hurt but left you immobile and helpless to his touches. Exactly the way you both liked it. He had made himself familiar with every inch of you. He knew what wound you up, made you cum, made you cry, and he was going to use all of that to his advantage tonight.

---

Namjoon held you down, pistoning into you wildly as your body shook with each impact. He kept his hands on your back, pulling your hips up and down over his dick, he wouldn’t touch you where you wanted him to the most, only using you as a hole to fuck. You trembled when you felt his dick swell inside you, aching for release yourself, but with your hands tied, your body being used, you couldn’t do anything but take it. He left you empty, cumming over your back.

He left the room as you stretched your legs, mind blank to pleasure, impatiently waiting for his return. He had gone to look through one of his boxes, and to get a drink, taking his time knowing how needy you would become the longer he was away.

You heard the door creak open, “Joon?” Namjoon cleared his throat behind you, running a warm finger along your wet center. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” he kisses your thigh, lips trailing up to your back. He’s being so soft, so gentle, you already knew what would come next.

Shakily, you ask, “Can I please cum, Daddy?’ You groan when a digit enters you, prodding deep inside.

“Do you think you deserve to come after tonight?” You kept silent, not wanting to say the wrong thing and lose Namjoon’s touches. “Watching you kiss him...” Namjoon exhaled, “You wanted to make me jealous, didn’t you, baby?” he asks, pressing two more digits inside you, stretching you over his fingers. Two harsh slaps hit across your cheeks echo in your silence. “Well?”

“I just wanted your attention, Daddy.” you grunt, quickly unraveling onto Namjoon’s skillful fingers, pulling on your restraints as he works you close to release.

“You have my attention now, all night long.” He grips your ankle, flipping your body around effortlessly. You finally were able to see him again, taking him in all his glory, his shirtless torso, his muscles bulging, his pants still undone and hanging low over his waist, large body imposing over yours.

He stood over you and watched as you squirmed for relief, thumb circling your clit slowly, two fingers still inside you to feel when you’d tighten. You couldn’t close your legs with Namjoon in between them, you couldn’t move your arms with his belt still firm and snug around your wrists, and when you lifted your hips, eager to feel more, Namjoon’s fingers moved away teasingly. It when on like this for what felt like eternity. You were dripping wet, filled with his fingers, your whimpers turned to cries then turned to tears, begging him to let you orgasm.

“C’mon baby, take your punishment like a good girl.”

“Please, p-please, let me cum, I’m sorry, fuck, I’m s-sorry.”

Smiling, Namjoon pulls away while you whine for him. “It’s alright, baby,” he coos, settling his face between your open legs, “I appreciate your apology.”

---

So you remembered...

...and then you couldn’t think at all, as Namjoon sucked harshly on your swollen clit, fingers pistoning in and out, until you came undone, body shaking, thighs clenching around his head, your vision spots, bright explosions like Christmas lights across your eyelids.

The bed dips, and Namjoon comes back with what was in the box, lips curled in a wicked smile and a vibrator in his hand.

You lift your head, “No more, please.” Now you knew he had been really upset, Namjoon knew the powerful wand was your least favorite toy.

“You know our safe word, baby.”

After hours of teasing and coming twice, it would have been almost impossible to orgasm for a third time so soon, but the wand’s vibrations had you hurtling down that path with ease. Namjoon rolled the wand over your aching clit, fingers pressing up into your most sensitive areas.

“Good girl,” Namjoon praised, replacing his fingers with his dick, placing the wand back to your sensitive bundle, he rolled his hips into yours.

You were a mess of droll and sweat and tears, crying in ecstasy, calling his name over and over, you lost count how many times you clenched around his dick, pulsing from aftershocks. His large body remained grunting over you, thrusting into your heat with no plans on stopping, chest slipping against yours, muscles holding your shaking body to him until your vision whitened, lost in a snowstorm of pleasure.

---

You woke up in the middle of the night, your body too heavy and sore to move, Namjoon stayed awake watching over you, caressing your skin.

“My agency is giving me a break this Christmas. Where would you like to go?” He whispers, voice light. You smile to yourself, neither of you no longer upset at each other.

You hum, too tired to speak, and besides, you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d want to be then right here, in Namjoon’s arms.

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After that I’m 100% gonna need to write a clumsy cute softboy joon fic to cleanse myself. I’ve decided to try out some different writing styles with each story, I’m usually not so um, descriptive, lol let me know if you liked Joon’s version!

Naughty Girl Christmas Masterlist

he said happy holidays BITCH