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Bad Decisions
Bad Decisions

ღ pairing: tech support!Yoongi x f. reader
ღ genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut [18+]
ღ summary: Jimin is desperate to get his apartment back to himself. He’ll move hell and earth, and even drop to his knees to beg you to take his brother, Yoongi, out of his hands. Who are you to say no to that pretty face and sinister grin?
ღ part of the room for rent collab
ღ wc: 14.3k
ღ warnings: jokes about a foot fetish, reader helped jimin wax, alcohol use/mention, mention of matching tattoos, matching swimsuits, jealousy, mention of medication that causes sun sensitivity (?), marking (hickeys, biting), hair pulling, mention of choking/breath play, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), spanking, mention of masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie
ღ date: January 27, 2023

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dreams | myg (m)



part of aaagustd’s prompt dump event
for: anon ╰┈➤ request: “Yoongi + arranged marriage (If you could do of pining for Yoongi I would double love you) I LOVE ME A ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU”

title: dreams pairing: min yoongi x (f)reader genre/rating: arranged marriage, smut but no smut, pining; 18+ summary: yoongi could have never guessed that you'd be the girl of his dreams. warnings: pining, whipped!yoongi, wet dreams, implied smut, yoongi touching himself(aka his big d*ck), ruined org*sm wc: 0.5k release date: july 24th, 2024; 9:05pm est note: hi babes!! kicking this off with a little something. ngl, this used to be something but idk what it is anymore. i hope you enjoy it, anon. my apologies if there are any mistakes, my love. dividers by @cafekitsune
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“W-We’re going to be late.”
You can barely get your words out because every thrust leaves you gasping for air. Your hands grip the railing while you lean over it. The sound of one of your diamond earrings hitting the marble floor goes unheard due to the obscene noises traveling through the mansion.
“That’s cool,” he grunts. “I don’t wanna go anyway.”
When Yoongi saw you in that little black dress, he knew that his plans were canceled. He’s going to need the entire night to appreciate this look. He couldn’t even muster up the patience to drag you to bed. How the hell was he supposed to behave for a three hour long event?
“Shit, I’m coming…!”
This is music to his ears. Though he has more plans for you tonight, right now he’s only trying to release all the pressure threatening to squirt out of him at any given second.
You’ve been teasing him all day, testing his patience. He can’t hold on anymore. He feels like he might explode.
“Fuck, baby. Me too—”

03:43 am
Not again.
Restless nights have become the norm for Yoongi. Since you moved in, a good night for him is any time he can get a solid five hours.
Tonight is no different. As soon as he drifts off to sleep, he’s haunted by the sweetest dreams he’s ever had.
His instinct is to savor every moment he can be near you so intimately, but he reminds himself that fantasizing about you in that way is stepping into dangerous territories.
Just because you’re his wife, doesn’t mean you’re his lover—or that you’ll ever be.
Yoongi doesn’t understand how this happened. He was just as resentful of this marriage as you were, but at some point, it all changed. How did you manage to capture his heart when the two of you barely speak?
Shoving the covers away from his body does little to cool him down. The images from his feverish dream still plague his mind.
He bites his lip, pushing those out of his imagination. It’s wrong to think like that.
His heart hurts a little whenever he sees your demeanor change as you walk through the front door. It’s like you’re leaving your real life behind as you’re returning to hell.
That’s why he tries so hard to make this easier.
Sleeping in a separate room, staying out late, only speaking when necessary—he knows how to stay out of the way. Although sometimes he can’t help but wonder… Do you ever get lonely?
He sure as hell does.
Every day women throw themselves at him, expecting him to entertain their promiscuity. But he never does.
He could, and no one would say a word. However, even if he did desire someone else, he could never embarrass you.
Before that happens, he’ll slide down his boxers and relieve himself alone, biting into his pillow so you don’t hear him crying out your name through the walls.
If he’s lucky, he’ll pass out after, and be out of his misery.
Hopefully.
Yoongi rolls over and lies on his back, staring at the ceiling as his hand slowly strokes over his skin. The dream he just escaped from starts replaying in his mind, picking up where it ceased. He’s already feeling a tingling sensation coursing through his body.
That’s it. He’s already worked up. Now, he’s ready to—
Did he just hear someone knock?
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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pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au
warnings: yandere, mentions of violence (not towards the reader), pseudo incest, manipulation, corruption, mentions of somnophilia, praise, degradation, cockwarming, breast play, dirty talk, dom!jk but he's needy, (he's also a pervert), humping, creampie

It started out as an unconscious gesture; searching for your warmth. Hugs that lingered and limbs tangled together under the sheets on stormy nights. A primal yearning, seeping into his consciousness slowly; until sharing a bed became a normal occurance, no need for rain or thunder. Until exploring your skin under the cotton of your t-shirt no longer served to comfort you; but rather to feed the starving fire in his bones, prickling your skin with its heat. He always needed more.
It was so hard to think clearly through the fuzziness in your head, his own warmth filling you up; and the innocence lacing his lewd actions. A pretty, silken ribbon coiled around a snake.
"I love you," he'd whisper, "I want to be close to you. Is that so wrong?"
The words, so heavy, sank all the way into your skull, their weight slowly crushing your common sense; and all that was left were the raw, unfiltered instincts creeping beneath. In a way, Jungkook was right, wasn't he? And it wasn't like anyone would ever know...
You ended up disappearing deeper into that thought the more daring his touches became, the longer his hands lingered so intimately on skin that so clearly longed for them.
"I missed you so much... Couldn't wait to come home."
The whisper turned into a sigh, his hand brushing over your abdomen. A soft moan was muffled into your neck when his hips pushed forward, the drooling, swollen tip of his cock prodding against your slick entrance. He filled you up inch by inch, throbbing as you clenched around him, so fucking tight a dull bang sounded through the room before he was even halfway in. He paid no mind to his head hitting the headboard, hissing and squeezing your hip with an inked hand, eyes shut and stomach twisting hotly.
Unfortunately — or fortunately, at this point, who knew — hearing the gentle quiver in each breath Jungkook took for some reason only made you clench harder.
"Ahh—" a weak, breathy, little groan that made his voice break. "F-fuck.. Please stop, baby..."
You pressed your face into the pillow, trying to stifle the whimper pushing past your throat. His hands lowered down to your thigh, holding you open with ease so he could slide in deeper, make you take it all before his hips finally touched yours.
You've spent many nights spooning like this, eyelids heavy and fingers intertwined. At first, Jungkook obediently kept his touches limited to caressing your thighs and tummy, decorating them with mindless patterns.
Until that, too, was not enough.
Every night he buried himself inside you, he found it harder and harder not to cross the line — and you found it harder not to fall apart. "You feel so good," didn't suffice anymore; neither did the gentle, appreciative way he felt your body. He needed more. And who could blame Jungkook with the way your cunt gripped his cock, dripping wet and heavenly warm, like it was made for him.
"So perfect."
His palm roamed your thigh, getting dangerously close to the curve of your ass.
"So perfect for me," he whispered softly. "Must feel so empty in the mornings, huh? Pussy so pretty gaping after I leave— ah."
It would have looked even prettier with his cum spilling out of it, but the thought turned to dust the moment he felt you react to his words, the pulsing around his thick girth drawing a groan out of him. The corner of his lips twitched upwards lazily, his eyes falling shut.
You felt like you couldn't breathe.
Being inside you was meant to serve a purpose; to comfort and relax. You never thought Jungkook actually looked at you, let alone while you were unconscious, and the admission made the room around you spin in hazy circles.
"Filthy," he murmured, his fingers finding rest on your ass and squeezing.
You gasped, squeezing him right back, and Jungkook wasn't sure how much longer he could stay still, the heat blazing through him too consuming.
"Shh, shh, shh, baby," he tried to soothe, one hand reaching to envelop your own. "Doing so good. Such a good girl."
Nuzzling your neck, he helped your heartbeat slow down a little, his embrace solid; leading you straight back towards the safety zone.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
While grateful for the offered distraction, you shook your head, wishing for nothing more than to finally fall asleep. For a moment, it was silent, and it almost seemed like Jungkook had the same idea.
Then, his lips inched towards your ear and you felt him twitch inside you.
"Wanna make one?" He breathed.
Your eyes shot open, stomach turning. Jungkook felt you tense up in his arms, and for some reason it turned him on to see you struggle, thrown from your safety zone into the deep water.
"What if my cute, little sister got stuck under the couch? Or t-the table—ohh fuck—"
He couldn't quite finish the sentence, his dick beating as hard as his heart as your walls constricted.
"Jungkook!" you tried, though your voice barely rose above a choked whisper.
He hummed in response, brushing his nose along the nape of your neck.
"You started it."
How?
You didn't get a chance to ask. His hand sneaked under your shirt again, shamelessly sliding up to cup your breast. Tingles crept up your spine, making it arch beautifully, and Jungkook groaned at the slight movement.
"I mean, how filthy are you, baby? You find out I lift the sheets every morning to look at your little cunt while you're sleeping, and you clench around me like a bitch in heat."
He couldn't deny the ache shooting through his stiff cock as he taunted you in a whisper, goosebumps flooding his skin. Not once in his life has he ever spoken to you like this before; maybe that was one of the reasons for the bubbling heat unfurling in his stomach. Maybe that was the reason for the way your thighs quivered as well.
"I felt you then, too," he groaned, rolling your nipple in between the tips of his fingers. "Is that what you want? To get stuck under a couch and fucked by your brother?"
The next roll turned into a pinch. Arousal made you burn from head to toe, and for a reason you couldn't fathom the shame worked like gasoline, making the fire spread quicker. You were struggling to breathe again, too hot under the sheets.
"I'm starting to see a pattern here... You like being treated like some mindless toy? You wanna be a little doll for me?"
You were meant to stop him, say his name, but it came out as a pathetic moan, and you felt yours eyes water. It was a mix of mortification and the intense need pulsing in between your thighs, the kind you've never felt before, the kind you knew you shouldn't feel at all when it came to your stepbrother.
As if reading your mind, Jungkook slowly began to pull back; dragging every thick inch of his cock through your walls slowly, until only the tip remained inside.
The moment he parted from you completely, you instantly felt his absence. There was no better time to say something than now, when your ability to form sentences wasn't completely blurred by lust.
"Jungkook," you tried again in a whisper, swallowing, "please, stop using that word when you're—" a gasp cut you off when he flipped you onto your back, leaning his muscular arms on either side of your head.
Even in the darkness of your bedroom, it was impossible not to notice how fucked out he looked, smirking down at you.
"What word?" He murmured, unceremoniously lifting your shirt.
Your heart jumped, hand flying down to try to cover your chest, but he caught your wrist and slammed it against the pillow.
"What word?" He repeated. As if he needed to ask. As if he didn't feel you squirm every time he used it. "Sister?"
While you were trying to process the situation, heart beating out of your chest, he lowered his head and wrapped his mouth around a hardened nipple, sucking. A veiny hand reached to fondle the other breast and you moaned softly, eyelids fluttering. Jungkook grunted in response, dark gaze flickering up to your face. It was a sinful sight, the feeling even more so, his tongue so hot and wet as it flicked against the bud. But your hesitation must have shown, because after a moment he pulled away and caressed your face instead.
"Don't act so innocent, baby. You think I don't notice how you don't even need to touch yourself to let me inside? Just seeing my cock gets your panties wet. Besides," he leaned in closer, staring into widening eyes. "That's what you are, aren't you?"
There was a look in his eyes you haven't seen before; something possessive that prompted you to nod and agree, despite the nervousness buzzing through you.
Jungkook purred, rubbing his nose against yours.
"Then be a good little sister," he whispered, "and spread your legs for me."
A tremble went through your spine, and you found yourself doing just as he asked. It earned you a tender kiss on the cheek, then another. He loved you so much. Was is it so wrong that he loved you? No, and he would continue to assure you that there was nothing wrong with you loving him either.
Biting down on his lip, he grabbed his hard cock and gave it a pump, then two, shuddering when it touched the warmth of your cunt.
He felt his abdomen tense, keeping eye contact as he began pushing himself into the welcoming softness of the tight hole. He's never kissed you before, but his lips were practically on yours, brushing your mouth and releasing hot, short puffs of air. Swallowing harshly when he bottomed out, he felt the moan that escaped you, felt your hole twitching around him, greedy and so much wetter than when the night began.
"G-god," he forced out, fighting back a groan. He buried his face in the crook of your shoulder.
"I love you so fucking much, y-yeah. I'm so fucking hard. Always m-make me so fucking—ah—hard. So pretty."
He was so drunk on you, his words were beginning to slur. Warmth tingled through your chest in crashing waves. His hand went back to kneading your breasts, any traces of gentleness gone and replaced by need. He lifted himself up to look, fascinated by the way your body reacted when he twisted and abused your nipple. He could have came just from this, from the view under him and the feeling of your perfect pussy. And fuck, he wanted to come so bad.
"Fuck," he finally groaned, barely conscious of the little grinding movement his hips began to make. You were getting lost in the pleasure, your hips lifting subtly to aid his in gaining friction.
Immediately, mindlessly, his grinding became faster, his cock rubbing against your walls so well and reaching so deep you knew you were going to come; and he wasn't even fucking you properly.
"Ohh fuck, baby— need you so much, please."
You heard him sniffle, the mattress squeaking beneath you.
"Please let me come. I need to come."
"Jungkook," you breathed, "I, I—" your stomach tightened, the tension in it so close to bursting.
Was this wrong? It didn't feel wrong; Jungkook always said that it's okay to have a special bond, that it's okay to feel good, it's your business. And you knew you weren't connected by blood, but you were still connected by family ties.
"A-are you still on the pill?" He asked brokenly, his voice hoarse.
"Yeah, I— am, oh—"
With a low groan, he humped you faster, making your legs stiffen around him.
"Can I come inside? Need to come inside. Need to fill this sopping fucking cunt."
You whined, hiding your face in his neck, a tiny part of you still aware that your parents were home, asleep. At this point though, it didn't really matter anymore. You wanted to feel him come so badly; you wanted to feel him fall apart with you.
"Yes, please," you whispered breathlessly, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders. "Come inside me."
The moan he let out was obscene, but you didn't get a chance to beg any more; your vision became blurry and you couldn't hold back any longer if you tried. His hand slapped over your mouth just in time to muffle the scream that broke through, his teeth biting harshly into your shoulder to dull his the desperate sounds of his own orgasm. His hips stilled, dick twitching and shooting rope after rope of cum until his mind went numb.
You've never felt this sated before; so full and complete, lost in the bliss. It took a while for Jungkook to gather up the strength to lift himself up, but you didn't mind at all, his weight on you adding to the comfort and the butterflies still swarming around your tummy. What caught your attention was the silky lips touching your own; a chaste, loving kiss, the first one he dared to give you, making your heart pound.
"I'm all yours. Are you mine?"
Not that he needed to ask; of course you were his. He'd sever someone's arm before letting them even think of putting a finger on you. But he did need to hear you say it. He needed you to know that you belonged to him only, that no one else was allowed to do the things he did to you. And you sighed, so sweetly, whispering your answer straight into his mouth.
"Only yours."
Eyes hooded, Jungkook stared at your beautiful face, peace taking over your features. You were already falling asleep, and he could barely keep his eyes open, even though arousal still stirred in groin. He came so much it drained most of his strength, but he'd be able to sneak into your bed again. And this time, you'd let him give it to you properly, you'd beg for it like you begged for his cum. You'd let him fuck you again and again until you were so dumbed out on orgasms and love, you'd barely question waking up in a new apartment he rented for you to share.
Your parents wouldn't question it either; they'd have no reason to. Wasn't it just heartwarming for siblings to be close?
The Deli Diaries [1]
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 [Finale]
➜ Words: 1.5k
➜ Genres: Fluff & Cuteness, That good ol’ slow burn, Slice of Life
➜ Summary: Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and you’re also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.
➜ Warnings: Mundane-ness that might make you bored to death
➜ Notes: Apparently, I don’t hate my job enough….now I’m writing about it. Whelp, might as well put all this information to use.

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100 km/hour | pjm. (m)


banner by the lovely amelia @knjsnoona

➵ summary : what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?
↳ part of the jimin spooktober collab!
➵ pairing: fuckboy!jimin x f. reader
➵ genre : college!au, smut, pwp
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 7k
➵ warnings : swearing, vaping, sexual tension, dirty talk, pussy fondling, marking, unprotected sex (be smart y’all), riding, car sex, mutual orgasm, creampie
➵ a/n : here’s my jimin halloween fic that i know is oh-so late but at least it’s here! don’t think this is my best work at all but I did want to write something for out precious it-boys birth month 🥺 thank you so much to my lovely beta naia @opaljm for editing this like a champ!! as always, your feedback means the world to me <3

Lipstick? Check.
Phone? Check.
Five shots of vodka in? Check.
Sitting in Park Jimin’s lap. What the fuck?
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