In The Dark (m)

in the dark (m)

☾ Rating: M

☾ Genre: pwp, smut, slight crack, very minimal scary times.

☾ Pairing: jikook x female reader (kinda, read the warnings).

☾ Warnings: explicit sexual content, threesome, light male x male action (kissing, their peepees touch but only because of), double vaginal penetration,  oral (female receiving), casual sex, unprotected sex, they fuck in jungkook’s truck, maybe a slight noona kink? sorry.

☾ Summary: “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.”

Jungkook and Jimin have a very short attention span, and when you three are lost in the middle of nowhere with a truck that won’t drive, they busy themselves with you.

☾ Word Count: 6.1k

☾ Note: Here’s another exciting project done for Halloween Smut Fest, hosted by the wonderful admins of @/btssmutclub! I hope you love this little Halloween treat as much as I loved writing it, and if you want more deliciously spooky smut, please check out the club and all it’s wonderful writers!

Another note: I was supposed to post this on Halloween but ya girl was shleep! Anyway, this story was really fun to write considering it’s my first attempt at writing threesome smut! I really hope you all enjoy, and feel free to send me an ask if you liked it personally! (wink)

Another ‘NOTHER note: the “Read More” function is in here so don’t flame me.

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Failure to Communicate

This was a joint collab fic that @gukslut​ and I worked on, commissioned by @cypherft-v as part of our fundraising for Black Lives Matter. Thank you for contributing! Banner & moodboard by me :)

{Pairing} Park Jimin/ Reader

{Genre} Enemies to Lovers/ College AU/ comedy/ smut

{Rating} Mature - Explicit 

{Word Count} 21K

{Warnings} oral, kissing, fingering, protected sex, biting, marking, other filthy shit

{Prompt} Could either of you write an enemies to lover story about jimin and y/n set in college where he was her TA and got her kicked out of her major bc he didnt give her the grade she needed and was generally unhelpful?

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Can you turn off your phone? (M)

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Summary:  Yoongi’s alarm clock wakes you up at 6 am on a Sunday and you are not happy about it. At least, not at first…

Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader

Genre: Established relationship, gratuitous smut, small amounts of fluff and angst

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex, orgasm denial, sex toys

Word Count: 9.5k

A/N: Written for a friend who has a thing for sleepy, needy Min Yoongi.

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just saw your post and i’m excited. can you please write a taehyung x reader one. pseudo incest and dubcon and manipulation <3

lmao I'm so sorry everyone

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: intoxication, dub con, soft manipulation + corruption, pseudo incest, praise, degradation (only a little), creampie, tae is basically an angel (with horns)

"Easy there, baby."

You breathed in and out slowly, leaning on Taehyung while he sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He crouched down in front of you, searching your glassy, unfocused eyes with concern.

"How much did you have to drink?"

A few seconds passed. His expression darkened into disapproval as he watched you struggle to remember the answer to his question.

"A- a bit too much," you concluded at last.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you go to that party."

"Taehyung, stop," you protested weakly. "You're not my father."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Then how about I go and get your father? I'm sure he'll be delighted to know that while he's working his ass off to get his daughter through college, she's busy sneaking out and drinking."

"That's not true," you whispered, but you were starting to feel queasy and it had nothing to do with the alcohol in your system.

"So I can tell him, then?" Taehyung asked. The tone of his voice was innocent, but there was a wicked gleam in his eyes, like toying with you brought him some sick sense of satisfaction.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, capable of doing nothing more than shaking your head in answer.

Taehyung sighed. He reached out to stroke your hair, running his fingers through the soft strands.

"I just worry about you. I want what's best for you. You know that, right?"

He pressed a kiss into your cheek when you nodded and straightened up, proceeding to unbutton his black shirt. Your heart flipped in your chest. All of a sudden the spell broke, and you found the ability to voice your thoughts again.

"What are you doing?"

He slipped the silky material off his toned shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

"You need to wash up, baby," he said simply, leaning down to wrap an arm around you. "Here, let me help you."

Confusion made you feel so small next to him. You didn't protest when he lifted you up. But when his fingers grazed your thighs and he began lifting the hem of your dress, you squirmed, placing your hands on his chest.

"I can do it myself, Tae."

You tried to push him off you, though it was clear you were in no state to fight him. He arched an elegant brow.

"You can barely stand right now."

You shook your head, clumsily trying to stop his hands from reaching your dress again.

"Stop, you shouldn't-"

"I shouldn't what?" Taehyung questioned. His dark eyes burned into yours, his hands giving your thighs a squeeze, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I just want to take care of you, baby," he said, his voice so soothing it was almost hypnotic. "Isn't that what brothers do? Take care of their little sisters?"

You didn't understand why, but you froze. It might have been the tenderness in his voice, or the way his touch spread a wave of heat through your core. Either way, this time when he lifted your dress, you didn't try to stop him, and he rewarded your compliance with a kiss to your neck. It made your knees buckle.

He wrapped an arm around your waist again and pulled you close.

"Good girl."

You let him unclasp your bra. It joined his shirt on the floor, leaving your chest bare and vulnerable to the hunger in his eyes. At the very back of your mind, even with the liquor buzzing through you, you knew he should have looked away. But he stared openly as he pulled down your underwear, drinking in every new inch of uncovered skin like it was his holy grail.

You had no choice but to let him lead you into the shower. He was right; your knees felt too weak to hold up the weight of your own body, although you weren't quite sure if that could be blamed on the alcohol alone. The pressure of the water streaming down your skin was a pleasant rush. You closed your eyes, letting it wash over you. It was easier to bear the touch of Taehyung's hands in complete darkness. Like you could hide away from the mortification that came with getting wet as he held you against him. You couldn't help it; you were pressed together too intimately in the rising steam of the shower. His jeans did little to hide the hard on you could feel pressing into your lower back.

His breathing grew shallow by your ear as he poured soap onto your shoulders. He massaged it into your arms with great care, moving towards your neck softly.

"Good girl," he whispered again, wrapping his fingers around the column of your throat. He stroked it a few times, applying light pressure. The sensation made your pussy throb with an intense heat. It felt like he was rewarding you for being compliant in something so deviant; thanking you for letting him take advantage of you, so sweetly, fine hands wrapping around your breasts to touch them and knead them.

"Taehyung," you moaned, "I don't think-"

"You don't need to think," he tsked, biting on your earlobe. You shivered. "Just let me take care of you, yeah?"

His hand began a slow descent down your stomach. You clenched your thighs, a gush of wetness flowing down the flushed skin. He parted your swollen lips and found your clit, rubbing into it immediately with the pad of his finger.

You flinched in response to the touch, but Taehyung tightened his arm around you, trying not to groan at how wet you were for him.

"I'm just making sure you're clean, baby," he murmured hotly against your skin. Your hips buckled, the speed of his fingers increasing as he continued to rub you, relishing in the soft whines that were leaving your throat.

"Such a good girl," he praised, his voice low and raspy. "Take it just like that. Feels good, doesn't it?"

You tried to protest, shaking your head weakly, but your pussy dripped under his sinful ministrations, your spine tingling as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Almost done, baby," Taehyung reassured. "Almost done. Gotta make sure you're all nice and clean."

Your knees knocked against each other when your thighs shuddered, the tension in your stomach snapping and making you gush. He finally let himself groan into your ear, watching your pussy tremble under his fingers intently.

"Good girl."

He kissed your shoulders, then turned to grab some shampoo, taking his time to wash your hair. The feeling of his fingertips on your scalp could have lulled you to sleep, especially after he's just made you come. You sighed, all previous tension in your body gone, replaced by the warmth of his touch. It reminded you of your childhood, when he would wipe your tears away and kiss your skinned knees. With the way he was acting, you would have wondered if everything that happened moments ago was nothing more than a screwed up dream; but the pulsing in between your thighs was a real enough reminder. He must have sank all the way into your bones, because you could feel him everywhere, your skin tight with the heat he consumed you with.

He led you out of the shower and dried you first, not paying attention to his wet hair or jeans. He probably didn't even realize how good he looked, down on one knee, muscles on display as he rubbed your calf gently with a soft towel. For the first time in your life you found yourself admitting to wishing that his mum had never met your father, for the simple, selfish reason of being able to feel freely now, without guilt or doubt lurking in your ribs.

Taehyung didn't have such an issue. It didn't bother him in the slightest what title or whose surname you carried. What did it matter? You were happy being close to each other, and he made sure to keep an eye on anyone that had anything to say about it. No person, law or god was going to get in the way of this for him. Whether he had to get rid of a random stranger, your best friend, or take you far away from your parents never to be seen again. He's loved you for as long as he could remember.

You let him dress you and put you to bed, like a little girl. The strangest thing was that it didn't feel out of place at all. And when he left your side to turn off the light, you couldn't stand the aching longing that drummed in your chest. You fell apart under his touch like a house of cards; and now when his hands weren't on you something felt missing. You wondered when he managed to sneak this deep into your heart.

You knew he would probably be coming into bed with you. It wouldn't be the first time for that, but it certainly was for how he crawled underneath the covers right on top of you, settling himself in between your thighs. Now clad in just a white, cotton shirt and briefs, his hair already dry, he looked so soft. You didn't get to admire it, though, because your stomach was dropping rapidly, your breath caught in your throat. You could feel him resting against your core; thick, heavy and rock hard.

You were so damn cute to think that the night was over.

Your hands reached to steady themselves over his shoulders. You pushed at them, all to no avail. Might as well have been pushing a boulder. Unmovable.

"Taehyung-"

He shushed you, covering you both up with the sheets, like that made what was going on underneath all okay. A burst of warmth flooded through your system when he pressed his lips to yours, July fireworks exploding behind your eyelids.

"Don't you trust me, baby?" He whispered. "I took care of you, didn't I?"

The experimental thrust that followed was deliciously sinful. His bulge rubbing up against you made your stomach jolt.

"You'll take care of me too, won't you?"

"Taehyung-"

He grabbed your jaw and kissed you again. This time his tongue invaded your mouth to taste you. He moaned into the kiss, like he just got something he's been waiting for longer than you could have imagined.

You melted under him, and as soon as you did his hips started rutting into you, his clothed cock twitching against your cunt. You mewled, the heat in your body becoming too overbearing when he pulled away to slide his briefs down in a hurry.

"Wait, wait!" You cried. Might as well have been talking to a boulder. He couldn't hear you at all.

He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them down your thighs, wasting no time in chasing the long awaited skin to skin contact. His eyes were stuck on your pink, glistening cunt as he palmed his cock. You placed your hand on your chest, willing to calm the erratic pounding of your heart. He was so pretty, but so thick.

With a hiss, he placed his shaft against your bare, swollen lips, sticky with arousal.

"You're so fucking tiny," he gritted. His cock jumped at the observation, his mouth finding its way back to your neck. You whimpered, your fingers curling around his biceps, like you still wanted to push him away despite how much you ached for his touch. This was so wrong in so many ways.

"Baby," he pleaded raspily, sucking a pretty bruise into your neck, a mess of teeth and tongue. "Let me put it in, yeah? Just the tip, I promise. Just the tip."

The constant pulsing in your core increased in intensity, arousal flowing out of you and covering Taehyung's cock all over. You could feel him twitch in response. He wrapped his fingers around it, pushing it against your clenching hole. The pressure felt divine.

"I just want to feel you, I promise."

He was breathless, his brows furrowed in concentration. He slid a few inches forward, the heat of your cunt enveloping the flushed, leaking tip snugly.  He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. Despite the fact that he continued to hump you, he never dared to slide in deeper, teasing you with a taste of pleasure that had your eyes rolling back.

"Mm, doesn't that feel good, baby?" He inquired. "Imagine how good it would feel if I slid all the way in. You'd be so full."

You moaned into his neck, shaking your head but spreading your thighs wide open, making him gasp above you.

"Good girl. I'll just - fuck," he swore, pushing himself deeper into you. Your cunt throbbed, struggling to accommodate him as he sank all the way in. The stretch was uncomfortable, but at the same time so good you were on the verge of trembling.

Taehyung bottomed out with his entire body tensing up, not giving you much time to prepare before he snapped his hips back and slowly started fucking himself into you. His strokes were soft, like those of a lover. So soft they didn't match the dirtiness of his actions.

"Not... Not fucking you, baby," he stuttered, his lips parting open in pleasure. "Just- just need some relief. I'm not gonna come," he groaned. "Fuck, yeah," the words were coming out hot and breathy, bumping against each other on his suddenly clumsy tongue. "F-fuck, I promise, baby. I won't come."

You whined, your head almost hitting the headboard as his thrusts sped up, rocking you deep into the mattress. You had given up in your attempts to stop him, only one thing stuck on your mind besides the pleasure shooting through you.

"Don't- don't come inside," you stammered, arching your back to let him hit you deeper. But combined with the request that only made Taehyung groan again. He leaned his forehead on yours, entwining your fingers. With his free hand he held on to your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

"I know you want me to fill you up," he whispered in between rushed, shallow breaths. "Gonna make you all mine, angel. And you'll take it all."

You tensed around him, unable to deny the rush his words sent through you, making your pussy flutter around his cock in excitement.

"Oh f-fuck," he grunted, pounding into you harder. His balls were tightening, so ready to release years of pent up tension all down your tiny pussy, but he needed to hold on just a little longer. Just until you creamed all over him first.

"Come for me," he breathed out unsteadily, his hand slipping in between your bodies so he could start rubbing your clit again. "Be a good, little fuck toy. I know you want to."

He muffled your cries with a messy kiss, the thumping of the headboard against the wall growing frantic as you tightened around his cock. From the moment he sank inside you, he knew; nothing could ever compare to the wet, heavenly heat of your cunt, gushing and spent, all because of him. He followed you into oblivion with a deep, drawn out groan let out into your mouth. Releasing inside you felt even better; his cock twitching and making a mess as he fucked his cum deep into you. He made sure to engrave himself into your body like he has spent years engraving himself into your soul.

He slipped out of you with a wince, sensitive but missing your warmth so much already. His chest heaved, hot breath washing over your face as he examined it.

"Good?" He asked.

You were so starry eyed, your cheeks flushed, but only an affirmative, incoherent mumble left your lips. Taehyung smiled, humming, pressing sweet kisses into your sweaty face.

"You're all mine now."

You sighed, your eyes shutting. You were already floating somewhere in between reality and dreams. It felt like he had hold on both dimensions, seeping into every corner your existence had even so much as ghosted with its presence.

You felt him cuddle up to you, wrapping both arms around your waist. You never felt as secure as you did when Taehyung held you; and if he got up and left after what just happened, you didn't think you could bear it. It was too late to feel guilty; you had fallen right into his trap some time ago, so steadily and slowly you didn't even notice. There was no denying these facts now, or the call of his heart to yours. A full moon that awakened all of his senses and gave him purpose, the only thing that has ever blessed his unholy soul.

In the morning he'd kiss your shame and worries away until you'd cry and beg him to fuck you again. He'd start taking you out on secret dates, making plans to pull you closer, step by step, until you were addicted to his mere presence. Just like he was to yours. Why still live with your parents, baby? Just move in with me. Don't you want more freedom? I'll take care of everything.

And you trusted him to do so. In the end, Taehyung always wanted what was best for you. And who'd know better than an older brother?

Love Language

Summary: Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have.  SMUT/ANGST/FLUFF

Pairings: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: it’s fucking explicit. 21+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both receiving), butt stuff (male receiving, its mild ass play during a blowjob don’t freak out), sex toys, angsty dumbass reader, sweet sweet patient saint of a man Yoongi 

Word count: 5,325

A/N: i’m sorry that nothing i write will ever be as good as Sorry, bae. Enjoy this mess anyway. ILY. 

He’s quiet. He’s always quiet. You’re a mess beneath him, all heavy panting and desperate pleas. He asks no questions, offers no endearments, the only sound he makes is his labored breath. You can barely tell when he cums. You have to watch him closely, try to catch that tick in his jaw before it happens. The only other tell is when his release starts dripping down your ass or if he goes soft. He doesn’t talk you through it, doesn’t tell you how good it feels. He’s quiet. This time is no different. You really should be used to it by now, but some small part of you sees it as failure. You wonder if he’s really enjoying himself more and more lately. He fucks you so good you can’t control the litany of filth spilling from your mouth, and somehow he remains stoic. His silence makes you feel self conscious. You tell yourself you’re not going to moan this time every time he sinks into your core. You never make it more than a few thrusts before you’re singing his praises. Doesn’t it feel that good for him?

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Recently heartbroken, it feels like you’ll never be able to get over it. But a chance encounter with a guy you haven’t seen in months changes everything…  

pairing; min yoongi x f reader | feat. kim namjoon x f reader  au/genre/warnings; (semi) fuck buddies au, rebound au, unrequited feelings, angst, smut, romance, happy ending  words; 61,143

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#1 rebound

#2 more 

#3 sound 

#4 hurt 

#5 mistake 

#6 weak 

#7 fallingforyou 

#8 love 

↳ drabbles

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↳ extras

 PBN vibes // PBN playlist // PBN Jin drabble 

Written 2018 - 2022. Reworked/re-edited 2021-22.  Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022