Chapters: 1/1Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTSRating: MatureWarnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsRelationships:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Min Yoonji/Reader, Slight Park Jimin/Reader Characters: Min Yoonji, Park Jimin (BTS), Reader, Kim Namjoon | RM Additional Tags: Lesbian Sex, Established Relationship, Semi-Public Sex, Edgeplay, True Love Summary:

Yoonji catches you breaking the rules, and well, now you have to deal with your punishment.

trick shot (m.)

pairing jimin/reader

warnings heavy drinking | cursing | oral sex | jimin being sleazy | hoseok being an asshole | lots of pool references | just adult things

summary jimin’s the bartender, you’re the billiard hotshot who frequents his bar and challenges him to a clean game of 9-ball after hours. “see if you can make this shot with my hand down your pants” au

word count 8k

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Chapters: 25/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Reader, Kim Namjoon | RM/Reader, Min Yoongi | Suga/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, OT7/Reader, Park Jimin/Reader, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Reader Characters: Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Romance, Dark, Yandere, Mind Manipulation, Fiction, Kidnapping, Slow Build, Stockholm Syndrome, Depression, Blood and Gore, Violence, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships Summary:

[Disclaimer] Yes, I fully realise that the boys are all sweethearts and would never do this to anyone. In no way I wrote this for anything else than self enjoyment. Please take caution and recognise that it is simply an outlet for my creativity and product of fantasy & entertainment.

[Yandere!BTS x Reader] In which you’re a model student who just managed to catch not just one, not two, but all seven ‘transfer students’ who just happened to visit your university.

At the end of the road, will you stay or will you run? Or….

[Notes] Probably a lot of grammar mistakes and a lot of loopholes. Expect cliche and cheesy scenes. Female reader.

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Park Jimin & Kim Taehyung Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Incubus!Jimin, Demon/Human Relationships, Demon Summoning, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, First Time, Top Park Jimin, Power Bottom Park Jimin, Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Jeon Jungkook, Switching, Falling In Love, Angst and Fluff and Smut, mentions of past Yoonmin, there’s some Vmin too but the main pairing is still Jikook don’t worry, Side Yoonseok, Jeon Jungkook is Whipped, Park Jimin Is Bad at Feelings, Frottage, handjobs, everyone but jeongguk is a demon in this, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Minor Character Death Series: Part 1 of My Soul Is Yours Summary:

In which Jeongguk accidentally summons a sex demon.

Laundry Room

Word count: 5,414 

Pairing: F Reader x Jungkook

Warnings: Fingering, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), intercourse, dom and sub themes.

Sequel: Delivery.

AN: This is my first smutty one shot and I’m actually really proud. w0w. Let me know what you guys think because your opinion is pretty important to me. My ask box is always open so feel free to send me stuff or request one shots/ moodboards.

Stay happy, stay healthy my loves! 💘

“Mina, do you have any washing you want me to take down? I’m making a trip to the laundry room,” you stood in the threshold of your best friend’s room but she didn’t bother to look up from the laptop she was frantically typing away on; most likely trying to make a deadline she was already late for.

“There,” she vaguely motioned with her chin to the corner of her room where her laundry pile sat, deciding not to bother the petite girl you quietly made your way over to it and moved the items into the plastic laundry basket with your dirty clothes. You left the door open behind you as the apartment would be empty momentarily anyway and quickly went back to your own room to change out of the clothes you wore today and into a simple pair of cotton shorts and an oversized white t-shirt that ended just below them. Grabbing your phone and purse on the way out you figured it would be a nice gesture to grab Mina a cup of coffee on your way back up to help with the all-nighter she was likely to pull tonight.

It was late evening time and a weekday, so you looked forward to the quiet time you’d get in the basement levels of the dorm building to read a book on your phone while waiting for the laundry to be cleaned and dried. You hummed a song to yourself while sorting the laundry into lights and darks before bending down to load them into the drum along with detergent and colour catchers. A loud wolf whistle behind you announced someone’s arrival into the room and you quickly stood up, red faced. With wide eyes you peaked over your shoulder to see who you’d just embarrassed yourself in front of but instantly relaxed into a more confident and cocky side of yourself when you found it to be none other than Jeon Jungkook; the boy you’d been toying with relentlessly for months now.

“Looks like I came at just the right time,” he smirked, giving you a heated once over before throwing his washing into two machines. You couldn’t help but love the slim fitting sweatpants he was wearing with a simple black t-shirt that did wonders to accentuate his firm chest and slim waist. It was a combination made to make you drool; you were sure of it.

“Looks like I didn’t,” you retorted breezily as you bent over again and put the dark washing into the drum. If it had been anyone else in the room with you you’d have crouched down but seeing the opportunity to tease Jungkook even more made you bend down again to show off your ass to him in a vaguely innocent way.

“You say that while you have your ass on display for me, princess,” the cocky lilt to his voice drove you mad. If there was anything you loved it was a man who was confident when it came to his sexuality as well as himself and with Jungkook there was no shortage of self-confidence.

“That’s just how I do my laundry,” you stood back up and shrugged before collecting your purse and phone and walking off to the other end of the room where there were some rows of chairs to sit and wait at. “It’s not my fault you stare like some horny teenager.”

“Horny? Maybe. Teenager? Definitely not,” he denied with a small frown on his irrefutably gorgeous features. You looked up at him from your phone as he took the seat just a few feet in front of you, with another shrug you returned your attention to the Wattpad book you were reading. There was a few moments of silence where all you could feel was Jungkook’s eyes on your naked legs. “You know, I know what you’re doing right?” He said spoke suddenly and you lowered your phone and tilted your head.

“Oh? Do enlighten me, what am I doing?” You fluttered your lashes innocently and Jungkook leaned forward, his elbows resting lazily on his knees, staking you with a fiery look despite his dark irises.

“The way you dress and look at me around campus, if you want me princess all you have to do is say so and I’m all yours,” his tongue swept over his slightly plump bottom lip and to say the action didn’t turn you on would be a lie.

Jungkook was, without an ounce of doubt, one of the most attractive men you had ever laid eyes on. In any other universe you would have had no problem seeing how things could go between you both; but unfortunately in your universe Jungkook had already made his way through most of the girls in your year, and higher. You liked men who were confident with their sexuality but you didn’t want one who went through girls like your good friend Min Yoongi went through hard drives when he was feeling crazy inspired to produce music- which happened to be always. Simply put Jungkook was a bit of a man-whore and although you saw no problem with two consenting adults having fun you had no desire being just another name on someone’s hit list. You’d been there before and it wasn’t nice.

Jungkook’s status of ‘play boy’ and the fact that he could allegedly get any girl he wanted was what drove you and Mina to come up with the silly game you played with him. It was over wine one night, with you both sitting in your living room giggling over almost nothing that she brought him up; stating that her ‘crush radar’ had gone off earlier that day in class when she noticed him looking in your general direction rather than the professors. She’d concluded that it couldn’t have been her he was ogling since she had a boyfriend, Park Jimin, who was sitting beside her at the time. He also happened to be close friends with the boy and had confirmed, over the phone, that you had indeed been brought up a number of times by him. You’d laughed it off almost hysterically, you weren’t used to people lusting after you; even after puberty had struck leaving you a beautifully filled out woman.

‘He just wants to fuck me, I don’t want to be a trophy,’ you’d slurred which gave Mina the brilliant idea to tease him since you were the only girl who he couldn’t get his hands on. You saw the fun side of the game and immediately agreed without thinking of any possible consequences.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you denied before dropping your eyes to the phone in your lap and re-crossing your legs, there was a delightfully sinful chuckle that came from his lips and then a second later you felt fingers lift your chin up. Jungkook was now standing over you, your chin in his right hand while his left one gripped the back of the blue chair to keep himself just a small distance from your face.

“Tell me you don’t want me princess, if that’s how you feel I’ll leave you be,” his voice was low and husky all of a sudden and as much as the more logical side of your conscience tried to convince your mouth to tell him that you didn’t want him the irrational side of you kept your mouth closed for a moment, if even just to process how close he was; how enticing he smelt or how if he just lowered his head a little more his lips would meet yours and you’d surely be in bliss. A slow smirk crept to his lips and it made you swallow against your rapidly drying throat. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered before doing just as your hooded eyes had imagined and meeting your lips in a hungry kiss.

The first thing you noticed was how irresistibly soft his lips felt on yours, you had imagined kissing Jungkook a few times, mainly on lonely nights where all you had was yourself and your imagination or PornHub; ironically enough your explicit thoughts usually did a better job at getting you off than the actual visuals. But you never imagined it to feel quite this good. Your lips moved perfectly in sync as if you’d been here numerous times and just as you were ready for it to deepen into something a lot more heated he pulled away and stared down at you while dragging his thumb over your now slightly swollen bottom lip.

You were about to open your mouth to speak but Jungkook beat you to it. “Tonight I’m in charge,” he told you with no room for opposition. But that was okay with you, you were curious as to what he had in mind. His right hand dropped to your thigh where you’d unknowingly uncrossed your legs and parted them to allow him to stand closer to you. Suddenly he lowered himself down and pulled you to the edge of the seat by your thighs, “you’re mine do you understand?” You nodded, lost in his voice and touch while your eyes met his lustful ones. “Good girl,” he pecked your lips before picking you up, leaving you to wrap your arms and legs around him despite his hands gripping your ass to support your weight.

You noticed the sound of the washing machines rumbles growing louder and wondered where exactly Jungkook was taking you. That question was answered when he set you down on one of the working machines; the vibration causing an involuntary moan to pass your lips. “I look forward to hearing more of your pretty moans princess,” he whispered in your ear then began to nibble on your earlobe.

“You know we’re in public right? Anyone could walk in,” your voice shook slightly thanks to the vibrations but you voiced your concern nonetheless. He’d attached his lips to your jaw at this point and was trailing kisses along it but begrudgingly separated himself from you with a low growl then walked over to the door; closing it and twisting the lock to ensure no one would walk in on whatever was about to happen between you both.

Suddenly seeing the opportunity to give you a piece of your own medicine Jungkook casually leaned against the door and watched you press your thighs together to put some much needed pressure on your wanting clit.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed and you looked at him while nodding, obediently doing as you were told. The constant vibrations of the machine you were perched on paired with the inability to give yourself some relief made your face contort into a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

“Please can I touch myself,” you begged the man who was now slowly making his was over as if he had all the time in the world. He stopped to contemplate his answer for a second then nodded.

“Go ahead baby girl,” he smirked and those four words were all you needed to slip your hand under the waistband of your shorts and into your panties that were already becoming soaked through. You closed your eyes and dipped your head back while you drew circles over your aching bud, even when Jungkook came to stand between your legs you didn’t stop. A sigh tumbled out of your parted lips when Jungkook’s lips found the crook of your neck and alternated between sucking and nibbling on it and the surrounding area. His hand held your wrist and pulled you away from your heated sex making you groan in protest and look at him with pleading eyes.

You wanted nothing more than to get off right now and he’d just stopped you, just how evil could be? He kept his eyes locked with yours while he brought your partly slick fingertips to his mouth and sucked them clean. The sight was straight out of the countless mature novels you’d read and it only made you wetter than you already were.

“Touch me,” you whined.

“If that’s what my princess wants,” he trailed off with a bite of his lips before pulling your shorts off with relative ease once you’d lifted your hips to allow him to do so. He brought his lips to yours again for a hungry, lustful kiss which you welcomed. Your fingers laced through the cropped hair at the nape of his neck to make sure he wouldn’t pull away just when things got good and he seemed all too happy to carry on from where he left off last time.

He nipped at your bottom lip causing a small gasp to come from you and give him the perfect opportunity to delve deeper into the kiss and invade your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in closer but still left enough room between your bodies to allow Jungkook to comfortably reach down between your legs and rub your clothed core in an agonizingly slow pace. You angled your hips towards his hand, silently begging for him to give you what you were desperate for but he didn’t comply. When he felt your hands skim over his back and tug the hem of his shirt upwards he had no problem helping you slip it off.

“Stop teasing me,” you whined against his heated neck and he chuckled at your begging.

“It’s not nice being teased huh?” Something in his voice sounded downright evil, he was giving you a taste of your own bittersweet medicine and you did not appreciate that. You sloppily kissed at the crook of his neck and then bite down into his smooth skin to teach him a lesson, or at least try to. You were positive it would leave a mark to be proud of and the thought of him brandishing your mark excited you. “Naughty girl,” he muttered and in the next instant he pulled your pastel pink lace panties to one side and inserted a digit.

You gasped and dug your fingers into his shoulder blades. You hadn’t expected that at all, despite it being the exact thing your actions were begging for. You groaned behind closed lips when his movements finally began to give you some relief.

“That good baby?” He teased, dropping his head to your neck and nibbling down it until he reached the collar of your shirt and had to cut his path short. He breathed out heavily through his nose and once again removed himself from you, unlike before where he licked your fingers clean he brought them up to your lips this time and patiently waited for you to take them in your mouth; you did so in a second, rolling your tongue around his finger that tasted of your lust. You sucked on his finger before letting it out of your lips with a lewd ‘pop’.

“Getting a girl so horny and stopping isn’t very gentlemanly,” you pouted childishly in this very adult situation and he grinned.

“Who said I was a gentleman?”

Admittedly no one had but still-

“Just let me take care of you for being a little brat these last few months,” his thumbs stroked the insides of your thighs before pulling you so that you were as close to the edge as you could get without falling off. He stroked up your thighs while dropping to his knees and you anticipated what he would do to you next. You lifted your shirt over your head so that you could get an unobstructed view of the boy between your thighs and he hummed happily at the sight of your bare chest above him.

Although he seemed to appreciate the lack of a shirt covering you he kept his attention on what he was already in the middle of and began to trail kisses along the inside of your thigh. The closer and closer he got to your core the more and more your heart clenched in anticipation only to fall with disappointment when he’d completely disregard paying any attention to your center and instead kissed up the inside of your other thigh. This time he gave you what you wanted though and ghosted his lips over your panties, eliciting a sigh from you.

You let your head tilt back when he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, disregarding them to god knows where on the floor; frankly it didn’t matter. “Good girl sit back and enjoy,” he whispered; allowing his heated breath to fan over your wet lips and send a shiver licking up your spine. You used your right hand to prop yourself up and your left tangled its way through his locks, holding them back so that you could watch the show playing out before you.

A breathy sigh passed your lips at the first touch of his tongue on your sex, he placed his tongue flat against you and licked upwards in what felt like an agonizingly slow motion that made you buck your hips when he met your sensitive bundle of nerves. Getting the hint Jungkook didn’t bother teasing you any more than that and focused solely on your clit. He alternated between sucking and drawing circles or figures of eight with his wicked tongue and it was going to be your undoing.

Jungkook was going to be your undoing.

“Jungook-” you moaned his name, eyes shut tight and nails just scratching his scalp from the sheer amount of effort it was taking you to keep your orgasm at bay; you didn’t want it to be over just yet. After hearing his name coming from your lips in the most erotic moan he’d ever heard he was ready to lose it.

“You should definitely say my name like that more often,” he licked his lips and stood up again.

“Maybe, but I want to know how you say my name,” you smirked, reaching your hand down to the front of his sweatpants to feel the growing bulge there. He hissed, throwing his head back, at the anticipated touch. He was already hard and you hadn’t even given him any pleasure in return, the thought that him working you had riled him up this much excited you even further and you slowly began to palm him through the soft material. “You like that?” You asked in an innocently sweet tone and he directed his dark eyes at you.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned as you slipped your hand into his tight fitting boxers and felt him. His boxers stretched to try to accommodate your hand as well but to avoid any awkward movements you retracted your hand in favour of pushing the rest of his clothes off for him to step out of and disregard. He grinned and pumped himself a few times while you watched, completely dumbfounded at the sight of the sinfully ethereal man in front of you.  “Close your mouth baby, you’re drooling,” he smirked at his needless teasing and a warmth spread over your face.

“Just fuck me please,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close to you. His warm chest pressed perfectly against yours and you appreciated the skin to skin contact.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he rolled his eyes devilishly and then lined himself up at your entrance, rubbing his tip along your slit to lubricate himself. You both let out a long drawn out sigh at the feeling until he suddenly slammed himself into you without warning causing you to wail in pleasure as he stretched you out and waited for you to get used to his impressive size.

“Fuck,” you whined by his ear. Your hand found its way to his hair again and you grabbed a fistful while he held your hips and thrusted into you at a speed almost rivaling the machine that was making your pleasure soar even further. You felt his lips on your collar bone and tilted your head back to give him better access which he seemed to be thankful for.

“I’ve wanted you for so long baby,” he whispered against your skin which made your heart race for a whole other reason. You tilted your hips ever so slightly to meet each and every one of his thrusts and it was damn near the best pleasure you’d ever felt.

“You wanted to fuck me for so long,” you managed through heavy breathes, “you don’t have to pretend.” Honestly the sexual tension that had been building up between you both had started to irritate you as of late so you didn’t really care about your efforts to avoid being another trophy to flaunt to his friends.

You dropped your head to his shoulder allowing a long drawn out moan to pass you lips and flow straight into his ear, something he seemed to be delighted by as shown by the way his hips moved even faster than before. Your nails clawed at the man’s back, leaving small welts of lust which prompted a low growl from him; one that you decided then and there was going to be a sound you never wanted to forget.

As your impending climax drew near your moans and gasps grew higher in pitch and as if sensing how close you were Jungkook moved his right hand to your clit and with his thumb circled at the nub in perfect timing to his thrusts that battered your most sensitive spot within you.

“Ah fuck,” you cried out, your head falling back while your mouth fell open to let out several moans that didn’t seem to want to be vocalized.

“Good girl, let go for me, I want to feel you cum,” Jungkook encouraged making sure to watch your every facial expression like it was his job. His encouragement was the final push you needed to his your climax and you couldn’t help but call out his name when you reached your much needed bliss. You were seeing stars and barely registered that Jungkook’s hips were meeting yours more frantically now as he chased his own climax.

You pulled your chest back up to meet his and sucked harshly on an unmarked spot on his neck, somewhere high enough that he wouldn’t be able to hide it underneath a t-shirt which seemed to be his go to. You wanted everyone to know you’d been there. Well, not by name but you had the sudden urge to mark territory that technically wasn’t yours.

Suddenly Jungkook pulled out of you and pumped his length a few times before the evidence of your sexual tension was released onto your lower abdomen. His breathes came out short and hard as he held the edge of the now still machine and dipped his head down to find your lips.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it?” He teased as he pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up before grabbing your disregarded shirt from beside you and using it to clean up the mess he’d made. You were tongue tied, feeling tired and flushed, even a little dazed, from your activities you simply didn’t know what to say in the moment. Your confident and cocky side had withdrawn into itself all of a sudden and that irritated you. “I’ll uh, I’ll wash this for you and get it back to you as soon as I can,” he let out an amused breath along with his small grin as he dumped the bundle into his plastic basket and returned your ruined panties and shorts.

The thought of putting on the soaked undergarment caused a shudder within you so instead you pulled your shorts on without them and threw the lacy material into the basket with your t-shirt. “You ruined these too so go ahead and wash them at the same time,” you smiled sweetly and he rolled his eyes as he bent down a few feet away from you and picked up his t-shirt.

You could feel the heat burning up your cheeks as Jungkook eyed the way you folded your arms over your chest to cover yourself up; which was a little pointless since it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen now. “Here, wear my shirt,” he offered it to you in a gentle voice but before you could take it from his out stretched hand he used his other one to pull your other arm away from your chest. “In just a second,” he lowered his head and ghosted his lips along your collarbones, kissing the marks he’d left earlier before venturing further south and kissing over your breasts. You sighed contently at the attention he was paying them and massaged your fingers through his dark locks. “I didn’t get to fully appreciate them before,” he pouted and then stepped away to allow you to slip into his t-shirt.

“Maybe you can pay full attention to all of me when you deliver my clean clothes to me,” you giggled and hopped off of your machine so that you could move their contents into the dryer. While doing so you were acutely aware of the attention Jungkook paid to your ass and it made you excited if not a little nervous for some reason.

“Oh I definitely will baby girl,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice while you fiddled with the settings on your machine. A sigh escaped you when you stood back up and found the boy working on moving his own clothes into his machine and then a thought crossed your mind: what would this mean for you and Jungkook now? You disregarded the question when the boy taking up your thoughts came to stand in front of you and lifted your chin up to kiss you once more. “You look like you’re thinking too hard.”

“Never,” you shook it off and allowed Jungkook to lead you back to the seats across the room.

“YN? That you?” Mina called out after you closed the door to your small dorm room and kicked off your shoes.

“Yeah unnie, it’s me. I bought coffee,” you said in a sing song voice while shaking your booty through the threshold; to go coffee cup in one hand and plastic basket against your hip in the other.

Your closest friend in the world laughed at your antics and then placed her laptop onto the night stand while reaching out for her liquid energy. Her giggle died down quickly though when she studied you. “Whose shirt is that?” She queried leaving you to quickly decide on whether or not you should tell the girl the truth.

The girl knew your wardrobe like the back of her hand since you pretty much shared everything so saying it was new probably wouldn’t work either. You forced out a chuckle as you lowered yourself onto her bed, “well, eh… it’s a funny story;” you started off. Trying to downplay the events to lessen the chance of her inevitable ‘I-told-you-so’ at the end of the story.

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