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Pairing: Jimin X Reader / Word Count: 9.1k / Genre: Smut (NSFW, 18+)

pairing: jimin x reader / word count: 9.1k / genre: smut (NSFW, 18+)
summary: you wouldn’t mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls weren’t so thin and b) he didn’t seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.
but there’s only so much you can resist park jimin, especially once he gets that peach involved.
warnings: sexually explicit content, Jimin being completely shameless/a lowkey ho, messy peach eating, mentions of masturbation, oral sex (m + f receiving), overstimulation, protected sex, multiple orgasms (f), dirty talk and some cursing, hmm I think that’s it?
a/n: I was so close to calling this ‘jimin and the f*cking peach’ as some terrible homage to ‘james and the giant peach’ 😂🤧 as always I would like to thank @hobi-gif for beta reading this, putting up with me having a meltdown at her, and encouraging me to write smut at work rather than doing my job, ty queen xoxo
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It’s official. Park Jimin is the neighbour from hell.
He’d tricked you, to start with. With those cherubic features, those doe eyes, and his cute little smile? He looks like an angel. A sweet, innocent angel, one who’d knocked shyly on your door and presented you with a small selection of chocolates when he’d moved into the apartment next to yours. Your heart had gone boom boom at the sight of that cute smile, the slip of teeth, the way his lovely face had scrunched up.
Nowadays, whenever you see that face, you want to punch it.
Well. Not punch it. Maybe slap it a little. Because Park Jimin is a fiend.
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hiii, i hope you're doing well and just wanted to say that i absolutely looove your writing. 😭🤍 there aren't many fic writers that dive into the darker themes, so thank you a ton for sharing your work with us!! also; i'm not sure if you're accepting requests at the moment, but on the off-chance that your are, could you please maybe write a con/noncon or dubcon fic with yoongi?? thank you so much, have a great day!! <333
I love youuu 💕 tysm and yes baby, I hope you have a great day/night too <3
pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: strangers to lovers
warnings: mentions of blood and violence (not towards the reader), implied murder, stalking, smoking, (consensual) drugging, con noncon, corruption (kink?), somnophilia, oral sex (f!receiving), implied multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, praise, possessiveness, some choking, slight spit kink, brief mentions of impact play, restraints (handcuffs), implied imprisonment and possible dub con at the end, bad metaphors (lmao), this is messed up but what's new

Yoongi hated clubs; but he was ever so grateful he let himself get dragged into one on the first night that he saw you. Even in the hazy, flickering lights and the beat of the music drumming through his chest, all his senses were focused on you. Palms sweaty, he watched you sip on your drink, your lipstick tainting the glass. He wished he could feel your mouth pressing into him like that, into the hollow of his throat and in between his thighs.
He wished he could say he did the decent thing, sat down beside you and asked for your name. Took you out on a date and made up some lame excuse about being cold to hold your hand as you walked down a dimly lit lane, dry orange and yellow leafs falling around you. He'd give you his jacket and kiss you goodnight, replay the moment on repeat in his head as he'd fall asleep.
Instead, he followed you home and left a pile of ashes on the cold pavement leading to your apartment complex, smoking one cigarette after another as dawn settled in. Call him a hopeless romantic, but there was a feeling he got when your eyes met his across the club that night. Like he had met you before. Like he knew you inside out. Like you were everything he's ever wanted, the missing piece he didn't even know he needed.
And the missing piece, to fit, had to be just as twisted and broken as the rest of him.
It was easy to learn your routines. Even easier to clean out the blood from his clothes when men tried to hit on you. On Saturday nights, he watched you through the shimmering colors and the smoke of the club, eye contact with him becoming your only source of communication. And yet, it was more than enough. Your eyes said a lot. Enticed him to come out of the shadows and get closer.
It took him three weeks.
Three weeks before he made his way through the crowd and slipped a small pill into your drink. It still bubbled and fizzed when you came back from the bathroom, catching your attention for a moment before your head snapped in his direction. The corner of his lips twitched.
You took a breath then lifted the glass, staring right at him as you gulped down its contents. At that moment it was his dick that twitched, his heartbeat picking up its pace. You were a dream. A dream he couldn't wait to hold.
He glanced at the watch wrapped around his wrist, then counted down the minutes, careful to keep an eye on you. Your safety was his responsibility now and he was not going to let anyone come near you unless they wanted their heads bashed into the bar.
When he saw you slump in your seat, your eyes fluttering in disorientation, he got up and pushed his way through the dancefloor. His strong arm snaked around your waist just as your knees gave out, pulling you into his side. You felt so warm, the smell of your perfume clouding his senses. He leaned down to press his lips against your ear, voice low as he muttered.
"You're a nasty little girl, huh? But don't worry, I got you."
You moaned softly, a sound that made him feel hot all over. He led you out of the club slowly, as not to arouse suspicion, blaming your broken state on too many shots to the bouncer. Snuggled into his side, you held on to him so tightly that it was almost too easy. It took him a mere moment to have you outside and then in the backseat of his car.
You lay down on your side, curling your knees up to your chest. The position exposed the smooth flesh of your thighs. Yoongi tried not to let his mind wander and checked up on you in the rearview mirror, familiar roads rushing by in the light of street lanterns.
"You okay?"
You made a small noise at the back of your throat. Yoongi looked back for a moment.
"It was a small dose. You good?"
You only nodded in response, your eyes falling closed. Yoongi couldn't help the heat twisting through his stomach; you were so vulnerable, all his to take. The fantasy of it haunted him for so long that parking in front of his place no longer felt real. He helped you out of the car like a gentleman, hands on your waist, squeezing it softly as he brought you into the warmth of his house. Through the dark corridor, then into his bedroom, where you landed on the mattress with him hovering above you.
His hot, shallow breaths caressed your face, one leg sneaking in between your thighs.
"This what you wanted?" He whispered. "To get fucked up so I can use that cute, little body all night?"
You squeezed his arm, your grip on it weak. Your hand immediately fell back down.
"No," you protested, barely a sigh.
Yoongi tilted his head.
"No? Then why did you drink the drugged shot, baby? Why did you let me take you home?"
You could barely keep your eyes open, fighting to make your lips move, your chest heaving under his.
"I..." You whispered, then bit your lip.
Yoongi hummed, slowly running his hand down your waist.
"You?" He mocked, amused. "Don't get shy on me now."
Inch by inch, he slid his hand up to your chest, settling it on your breast. He gave it a soft squeeze, placing a kiss right under your ear.
"You just wanted me to take care of you, yeah?" He cooed. "I'll take care of you, baby."
You let out a quiet moan. It was all he needed to twist your nipple through the cotton material of your dress, attaching his lips to your neck. He covered the sensitive skin there in slow, hot kisses. Your little mewls encouraged him to descend further down, brush against your collarbones before he lowered the front of your dress.
Beautiful.
He was already leaking and throbbing, fingers hooking into the soft cups of your bra to expose your breasts completely to his hungry eyes. With a grunt, he immediately wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and twirling his tongue as your back arched.
You tasted sweet, so sweet he could barely restrain himself from bruising you with his mouth. He was getting impatient, desperate to bury his cock inside you and fuck you. But the dark night outside his window was so still, clocks no longer ticking under its spell. There was no need to rush. And every wet, open mouthed kiss he trailed down your body seemed to be messing with the mechanisms more, engines failing and falling apart in Father Time's tower.
His breathing came out heavier when he reached your navel, pushing the hem of your dress up your thighs. His fingertips danced across your skin, his nose brushing against the inside of your thigh. The only sign of you still being conscious was a small whimper that escaped you, delightful and thrilling to his ears.
Slowly, he revealed the black lace that hugged your curves, his eyes taking in every inch before focusing on the big, wet spot formed right in the middle. His breath caught in his throat.
He had no idea you'd be this wet. Just aching to be filled; or touched, or kissed. The beauty of it all was that you had no choice but to take whatever he was willing to give you. He could stand up, fuck your face and come all over it, leaving you to keep dripping and whining, unsatisfied and cold. Lonely.
But he would never do that. He promised he'd take care of you, didn't he? He had made this promise to himself even before he ever spoke it aloud. All he wanted was to love you. Worship you like you deserved.
"Baby," he sighed, his lips hovering just above your cute, soaked, covered clit. "Is this all for me?"
You only mewled, your head lolling to the side. Yoongi smiled, delicate fingers coming into contact with your mound only to pull your panties aside.
His cock twitched inside his jeans at the sight of you, bare, swollen and so fucking ready to be taken. He could practically see your little, empty hole clenching in need, wondering how it would feel if it did that around his dick.
He was moving forward before he even realized it, pink tongue poking out to rub into your slit. Your hips almost bucked; it was the most reaction you have shown so far, your breaths growing unsteady.
Yoongi could have came right then and there. If he thought you tasted sweet before, there were no words to describe it now, his tongue coated in the slick as it instantly dived in to taste more.
A deep, raspy hum escaped him. He sucked on your clit softly, feeling your leg twitch in response. He detached his mouth from you only to look up, murmur words of comfort even if that meant he'd die of thirst.
"It's okay."
He lifted himself up to climb on top of you again, dark eyes taking in your dilated pupils and parted lips. His thumb stroked the apple of your cheek.
"Don't fight it, baby. Let yourself float away. I'll be here when you get back down."
Your eyes fluttered shut. Yoongi licked his lips before pressing a sweet, lingering kiss on each of your eyelids, a promise of protection behind the closed curtains, before his lips moved to hover above your ear.
"You'll wake up with me still inside you."
The uneasy, sharp intake of breath made him want to laugh. You couldn't quite keep up with the changes in his demeanor. There was no mystery to it, though. Of course Yoongi was the devil; nothing more, nothing less. But what kind of a devil didn't protect what he owned? You were his prey, his victim and his god all at once.
He stroked your hair, watching sleep take over you, dragging you deep, deep into a mute darkness. He let his forehead rest in the crook of your neck for a moment, trying his best not to let impatience take over him now and ruin everything.
But who was he kidding? There was no way he could hold back, and there was no need for that either. Not when he had so much time.
With a quiet groan, he unbuckled his belt, sliding his jeans down just enough to free himself of their tight confines and grip his cock. He pressed the flushed tip in between your soaked folds, pushing forward no more than an inch before he paused. His brows furrowed, sweat breaking over his body.
You were so warm and tight. He could feel you pulsing and leaking around him, the silky heat trying to suck him in deeper.
He was a goner.
With a curse and one, smooth thrust forward, he plunged the rest of his thick cock deep inside you and immediately set a pace. Low groans filled up the room, followed by the slick sound of skin slapping on skin.
Something about the way you couldn't respond or even move made his stomach clench. Utter devotion. Complete surrender. He could do whatever he wanted to you, and the fact had his cock throbbing, pushing him closer to the edge. He could kiss you, leave his imprint on your soul, then slap you and leave another one on your cheek. He could play with you in any way he liked, defile any hole he wanted. The thought prompted him to fuck you harder, shivers crawling up his spine. You'd probably wake up so beautifully bruised from the force of his thrusts, aching-
His stomach dropped low. Fuck, he could kill you. The realization hit him like a freight train. You were so, so fucked up, and so perfect. You put your body and soul into his hands, to damage, to love, to own completely.
He came hard, his head dropping into your neck. You clenched around his cock so much, in the haze he briefly wondered if you were coming too. He moaned, rutting his hips into you desperately, fucking his cum into like you deserved. Because honestly, what a slut. What a fucking angel.
Perfection personified.
In the morning, you came to rather... slowly. The curtains were closed, but daylight still broke through, casting some light into the dim room. Yoongi was right there, kissing you awake. Still buried deep inside you like he promised, feeling your walls tighten around him as your eyes fluttered open. A soft moan slipped past your lips, a shiver following when you registered the finger circling your nipple, hard and wet with his spit. He groaned, his thrusts slow and deep, though a new kind of fire ignited inside him as your eyes locked. He's been waiting so patiently for you to wake up, feel his cock stretching you open. React. Realize just how much he ruined you for any other man. Tell him you loved him.
Your back arched under him. You tried to wrap your arms around his neck, but something immediately halted your movements, holding your arms back.
The clinking of metal made your head snap up.
Yoongi stilled, observing you take in the handcuffs restraining you to the headboard. Confusion - then panic. Wide eyes, a gasp, combined with a clench.
Groaning, he started trailing soft kisses across your neck, his free hand squeezing your ass.
"You good?"
He repeated the same question he had asked you last night. You whimpered, your muscles still too weak to aid you in any attempts at resistance.
He smirked, pressing the next kiss under your ear.
"Name's Yoongi," he murmured. "Scream it, moan it, whine it all you want, baby. I wanna hear you. Don't worry - no one else will."
You quivered beneath him and around him, your breath catching in your throat when his hips rolled into you again, returning to their steady rhythm.
"Y-yoongi-" it was a whine, and it was enthralling to hear, as was the shakiness in your voice. "What are you doing?"
He moaned into your ear.
"What do you mean, baby? Did you expect me to ever let you go?"
He lifted his head to lean his forehead on yours, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat. He felt your pulse race beneath his fingers, though he didn't press hard. He felt your pussy fluttering, too, a fresh wave of arousal flooding his cock. There was no denying your desires or your true nature.
"Don't even pretend you want that, angel. I'm gonna keep you. Yeah? Is that okay with you, babygirl? Would you like that, slut?"
You cried out, your thighs shaking around him as you came. Yoongi picked up his pace and fucked you all the way through it. Your orgasm quickly tipped him over the edge too, breathy, mindless praises falling from his lips.
Yeah, yeah, fuck, you little- ngh- you're mine, mine, mine, I'm gonna- fuck, yeah, good little girl.
Sensitive and spent, with his chest pressed against yours, he tried to catch his breath. Your heart seemed to be pounding in sync with his, fear and excitement mixing together to create a heady cocktail.
He lifted himself up, eyes hooded and hair messy, only to look down at you and kiss you again. Sip, sip, sip. There was no getting sober from this kind of liquor.
His lips moved against yours tenderly, with meaning, with purpose. With messages he needed to deliver.
You're safe with me.
Nothing in the world would ever hurt you again, except him. But you craved that. And he'd give you anything you'd ask for.
You're beautiful.
Filthy, pure, fucked up, perfect. In every way.
You're mine.
He sincerely hoped you wrote a heartfelt goodbye note to your old life, friends and family; or what he liked to call collateral damage. No one who helped you break yourself to pieces deserved to be around anymore, let alone around you.
It was time to start anew.
"Do your wrists hurt?" He sighed into your lips, barely stopping himself from diving in for another kiss.
You nodded slightly, your eyes still closed. Yoongi purred, his heart tightening in his chest. He had absolutely zero qualms about setting you free. This was what you wanted; no matter how much internal conflict you might have to go through. This was what you needed; for someone to take the weight of the world off your shoulders and bear it instead.
He unlocked the handcuffs and placed a few kisses onto your hands. You wouldn't run away. It was clear in the way you lay beneath him, accepting his affection with a flush, even if you did shake a little. Besides...
"I have a gift for you," he whispered, looking up at you. "From last night."
You exhaled softly, then froze as he leaned in to speak the next words into your ear, voice low and lips quirked upwards.
"How about a movie night, baby?"
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Sated

Sated Ship: OT7 | Reader Description: Sin… there’s nothing more. Warning: Serious PWP, Gang Bang, Bukkake, Blowjob, Rough Sex, Free Use Kink, Degradation, Excessive Cumplay, Excessive Creampie, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Objectification, Spit Roast, Masturbation, Handjob, Slapping, Fingering, Slut Shaming, Established Relationship, Pimping, Hair Pulling, Pussy Slapping, Edging, Multiple Orgasms, Denied Orgasms, Sloppy Sixths lmao, Intercourse, Cuckholding? Word Count: 4,429 A/N: This… This determines my throne in hell this time.
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euphoria | M

PAIRING | jimin x reader x jungkook
GENRE | smut galore, some fluff, college!AU
WARNING | d/s undertones, M/F/M with MxM at points, double penetration, oral sex, deep throating, fingering, creampie, sloppy seconds, come eating, unprotected sex, basically PWP…
WORD C. | 8,876
A/N | i didn’t think i would ever write such a detailed threesome, but here we are! i love miss addie, @chinnychimchim, so i dedicate this fic to her because she has been supporting me through the whole process of writing it! i hope you guys enjoy, and have fun!
FOUR YEARS AGO
Neon lights dance across bare skin, acid greens and hot pinks playing with the eye as deafening music plays over and over on the dance floor, pulsating beat consuming every movement as if a heartbeat of its own.
Alcohol runs down your throat like water at this point, the atmosphere a little more hazy and blurry than it was twenty minutes ago—or was it two hours? You don’t remember, and at this point, you don’t really care.
Finals week is over, the accumulated stress and lack of sleep but a faint memory, swept away by tequila shots and colorful pills that makes creepy guys and expensive liquor more bearable to endure. Your mind is buzzing with euphoria, fingertips tingling with energy as the song reaches its peak, the beat drop creating a world of its own inside of your body as you let it carry your limbs, not a care in the world as you close your eyes and feel it.
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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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Dating Yoongi headcanons
Yoongi x Reader
Warnings: swearing, lil suggestive, not proofread.
A/N: Alright, if we're gonna do this series, then it's time we talk about my ult. The man, the myth, the meow meow(I'm sorry Yoongi)
(Also, I'm already planning a pt.2 for this series that's more on the crack side, so if anyone wants to send me headcanons for the members to possibly be included in future lists?)
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Dating Yoongi is comfortable.
So soft for you, I can't even begin. Like, I don't understand how people ever think he's cold, he is the epitome of soft boi.
Blushes when you complement or brag on him.
Turns into a scrunched up, spluttering mess if you call him cute(we love our tsundere).
Very cautious at first with his feelings, but once he feels comfortable enough to open up, he's very straight forward.
To call it dating is a bit generous though. Like, y'all immediately go from 'kinda dating' to 'married-but-not-married'.
Tells you he loves you for the first time in one of those long ass, 3am texts like he sends to the members.
Random,(half-)joking proposals(Marry me, Yoongi uno reverse card!)
"What kind of ramen do you want?" "Marry me." "Both it is."
So many songs about you, but you will not know until they're released(or he makes them into a playlist/mixtape for your birthday or anniversary)
Actually really hesitant about letting you in his studio(sorry fellow writers). He just prefers to have a level of separation between his work and you.
Dates are usually pretty chill(except for special occasions or when he wants to flex and rents out a whole fucking skating rink for y'all or smth)
Another who lives for domestic activities with you, like cooking together or even just grocery shopping. Idk, he just likes getting to be with you.
Probably would love going camping with you in one of those little camper vans.
Likes to teach you things?
I mean, he won't want to be your full time teacher, but if you show an interest in smth like piano or producing, he'll get a kick out of teaching you the basics.(let him teach you about basketball, he'll lose his gd mind)
Not big on nicknames(big shock🙄). Like, you have a perfectly good name, why not just fucking use it? Also calls you 'Jagi', but that's if he's feeling particularly soft or needy.
Acts of service King.
Have you eaten? He's making food. Are you cold? Makes you take his jacket. His top priority is making sure you're taken care of.
Gets lowkey jealous of Holly getting too much of your attention. "Yah, are you dating me or my dog?!"
Sass and bickering are basically a second language for you two.
Subtle about pda. If he's not holding your hand, he has to have one resting on your back.
SOMEONE HOLD HIS FUCKING HAND FOR THE LOVE OF-(sorry, I'm calm)
Not always vocal about wanting physical affection, but when he is, he's lowkey dramatic.
*laying on the couch*"If you don't kiss me, I'm gonna die." *kiss* "Better?" "Hmm, still in critical condition. Keep going."
Another who gets more than a little enjoyment in winding you up into a flustered mess, and is smug about it(again, shocking no one, I'm sure)
Slow, lingering kisses as he holds onto you like you're the most precious thing in the world.
Gets really quiet if you fight(and sulks), but is usually the first to apologize because he absolutely cannot stand y'all being mad at each other.
Holds you to go to sleep.
"Marry me." "M'kay."
Okay, that's enough delulu for right now, Imma go cry.