Skirts And Strap Ons

Skirts and Strap Ons

Synopsis ✦ You hated wannabe punk Park Jimin. You hated being in heat. You hated being an omega. What happens when these three elements combine and you finally snap? And what happens when that breaking point involves Mr. Unbearable Alpha Park Jimin himself?

Genre ✦ Smut, ABO, enemies to lovers, PWP

Pairings ✦ Alpha!Jimin x Omega!Reader, Sub!Jimin x FemDom!Reader

Word Count ✦ 3.4K

Warnings ✦ ABO (scents, knots, presenting, heat, omegas and alphas), Sub!Jimin (yes an alpha and a sub ik right), pegging, degradation, swearing, toys (strap on, butt plugs), ass play, Jimin in a skirt, slapping, Ma’am kink, what can be considered verbal/sexual harassment mentioned

ATTN ✦ hey its ya girl back from the dead with a ABO oneshot. This was triggered by the butter concept photos, my hatred for red hair and conflicted feelings over the skirt lol. I am 100% aboard the dom jimin train and I refuse to believe this man is an omega but like sometimes I do just wanna peg a pretty boy yk. Anyway, this isn’t proof read or anything so have fun lol

You snapped the drawer to the register closed having just emptied it for the night. You hated your part time job and you hated working nights. Closing itself wasn’t that bad, it was the jackasses rushing in last minute and pretending like they didn’t hear you when you informed them the register was closed and continued browsing that pissed you off the most. Normally, you would be jumping at the chance to close and go home. Home was the best part of the day. But you couldn’t even enjoy that tonight.

He was loitering around somewhere.

Park Jimin. That fucking asshole.

You can’t remember exactly how you ran into him for the first time. He had just jaunted into the shitty convenience store one day and he had practically stalked you since. He always seemed to know the exact shift you were working, and he always made it a point to taunt and flirt and make disgusting comments about your heat cycle. And to make matters worse, he always poked around the most when you were in heat.

Heat. The thought of the unavoidable thing made you sick, but everyone was envious of you. Your heats were never so intense that you couldn’t function, couldn’t smother out the smell with suppressants, or couldn’t leave the house. Nope, you were pretty well off. You could concentrate, function, act like a decent human being. You were horny and you did dwell on that thought often, but it was easy for you to swallow. You were rather grateful you weren’t some sopping wet, wailing bitch in heat. Especially since you hated being an omega. You had fooled around with a fair share of alphas in your time. None of them were remotely satisfying. Your friends always ranted and raved about the feeling of being knotted but if you were honest, it really wasn’t all that great. You would much rather be on the other side of things.

You shut the lights to the store off, realizing that if you stalled any longer your manager would probably ask you about it later and you really did not want to explain that you were trying to avoid this alpha dickwad Park Jimin. He would probably say what everyone else said. You should be excited an alpha is so interested in you!

You sighed, pulling your coat closer to you before you stepped out into the cold night and locked the door.

There he was. The shit.

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On the First Day of Christmas, My True Love Gave to Me…

Pairing: Yandere!Namjoon x Reader x Yandere!Jungkook

Genre: Yandere au, angst

Word Count: 8.9k

Summary: When your boss, Mr. Kim, asked you to help him pick out some presents for his boyfriend, Mr. Jeon, you thought it was an easy way to make a quick buck on Christmas Eve. Little do you know, there is much more brewing beneath the surface than you could have ever imagined.

Content & Warnings: Gender neutral reader, yandere themes, angst, kidnapping, drugging (don’t trust the eggnog!), Joon and Kook are in an established relationship, CEO!Joonie, stay-at-home-boyfriend!Kook, assistant!reader, polyamory, reader’s sexuality is nondescript, invasion of personal space, mentions of engagement and marriage, general discomfort, objectification, forced kissing, making out, use of pet names: darling, baby, sweetie, threats.

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas, everyone!!! Hope you have an incredible day for all who are celebrating! And here’s to hoping that you never find yourself in the same situation as Y/n lol. Stay safe y’all! And Happy Holidays, once again!! 💕💕💕

Mr. Kim was sitting typing on his computer when you walked into his office with his morning coffee. At the click of the door opening, he looked up at you, before immediately looking back at his screen. “Oh, Y/n, it’s just you.”

You stood in front of his desk, moving the hot mug from hand to hand as it slightly burned your palms. He always wanted his coffee piping hot, so scalding that even the handle couldn’t escape the heat. And with the new Christmas themed mug that Jungkook had gotten him—a reindeer head shaped mug with not even a handle—it only upped the torture you had to endure for the sake of your boss’ preference. “Yes, sir. Your coffee,” you said, before placing it down on a coaster.

“Thank you, Y/n. I can always rely on you.” He glanced at you for a second, winking with a soft smile on his face.

It was odd to see him being so kind. Mr. Kim wasn’t exactly known for his benevolence, to say the least. Quite the opposite actually. In the office, he is the cold, stoic, but smart CEO that everyone knows better than to cross. Not mean-spirited, per se, but definitely not someone who goes around giving compliments to people. This was new.

You shifted on your feet. “Uh, no worries. That’s quite literally a part of my job.”

When he reached for the mug, you couldn’t help, but warn him. “Wait! It’s really hot! I know you like it hot, but the mug is incredibly hot today. I just made it.”

He raised an eyebrow at your loud voice, never before have you spoken so openly with him. You’ve always been the definition of quiet compliance and poise. “Hot, hmm?”

You held your hands in front of you. “Yes, Mr. Jeon sent a new mug for you to use this morning. It doesn’t have a handle.”

He tapped the tip of his index finger against the ceramic cheek of the reindeer, before pulling his hand back hissing. He pressed his finger into his mouth to soothe the burn. “Yes, I see,” he said, around his finger.

Your eyes lingered on the sight. He watched you just as intensely, though you didn’t notice.

He popped his finger out of his mouth, and you were brought back to earth. “Jungkook,” he started, his voice somewhat sounded overwhelmed as he ran a hand over his face,  “has been getting me quite a few gifts now that I proposed to him.”

“Oh!” You interrupted. “Congratulations, Mr. Kim. Please, give my congrats to Mr. Jeon as well.”

“Yes, yes.” He waved away the topic. “Thank you, and I will let him know. He’ll be thrilled to receive your well wishes.”

His eyes glinted with something hidden. But as quickly as it came, it was gone.

Mr. Kim let out a sigh, before he began speaking again. “The thing is that he feels the need to prove his place as my future husband even though I’ve told him there is no need to. He’s become even more domestic than before.”

Then he mumbled more to himself, “Didn’t even think that was possible.”

He gestured at you. “You’ll see a lot more of him around here, he’s really over the moon. Can barely stay away. He already gets bored spending all day at home on his own, that’s partially why he always finds himself here. …Maybe I should get him a puppy… or something.” He eyed you for a moment, before turning back to shuffle around a pile of papers on his desk.

“Anyway, let me know if he becomes too much, I’ll let him know. I know he gets a bit excited, especially when you’re near.”

“Oh right. Of course, sir. Thank you.”

It was surprising that he seemed to be aware that Jungkook’s frequent visits had become too much for you. He would come semi-regularly to the office, hoping to see his boyfriend. However, because of Namjoon’s demanding work schedule: endless meetings, calls, and projects to overlook, Jungkook would often have to wait before he’d be able to see his boyfriend. And so he’d lean against your desk that was placed in front of Namjoon’s office, chin resting on top of  the palm of his hand, talking your ear off.

At first, it was just a way for him to kill time. And since he was your boss’ boyfriend, you endured him. You gave him one word answers as you tried to complete your work, while he would go on and on about whatever topic had piqued his interest that week.

However, as time passed, he’d begun to think of you as a friend. He would come just to see you, just to talk to you about the latest hobby he had taken on at home. Some days he would talk to you for over an hour, and when you’d finally tell him that Mr. Kim’s meeting had ended and he could enter his office, he’d leave without meeting him. He’d smile at you and let you know that he’d come to see you that day, not Namjoon.

It confused you, but considering he was a stay-at-home-boyfriend with seemingly little to no friends, you didn’t mind having to deal with his visits. He was entertaining in the bleak office climate. Especially after you’d been moved up to Namjoon’s empty floor.

Namjoon cleared his throat, causing you to jump.

“Um, right! If you don’t need anything else, I’ll go back to my desk. Let me know if you need anything, sir.”

He nodded. “I will.”

You turned on your heels, making your way to the door. As soon as your hand grasped the doorknob, the door opened, pushing you back. In less than a second you found yourself in someone’s embrace.

“Y/n!” the person said. They pulled and pushed you about in their arms making you hold on to them tighter to keep from falling. “I didn’t see you at your desk! I got worried that you’d taken the day off. Don’t do that to me!”

“Darling,” Namjoon commanded. “Let my assistant go.”

Jungkook obliged though with a whine and a dramatic pout. “Fineeeee.”

Finally able to look at him, you took in his outfit. He was dressed in a cute oversized off-white knit sweater that made his large frame look tiny. Hair fluffed in a just-got-of-bed style that only added to his overall cute aura. His eyes shined as he kept practically jumping with excitement. He was barely able to contain his joy.

“Y/n, Y/n, guess what! Guess what!” He was radiating happiness and sunshine that honestly made it hard to look at him.

“What?” you asked.

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>> DADDY DEAREST : DILF!SEOKJIN

⇢ part 1

⇝ SUMMARY seokjin's your best friend's dad. and he takes such good care of you.

⇝ PAIRING married dilf!jin × younger!reader

⇝ WARNINGS 20+ audience, infidelity, age gap, unprotected penetrative sex, secret affair, mentions of sexting, daddy kink, nipple play, groping

Seokjin had always been your best friend's goofy dad. Every time you came over to study or hang out, he'd always lift a hand in a wave and greet you warmly. Tried to make you feel at home, whether it would be telling you a new joke he'd heard, or offering you both endless snacks while you were crashing in Areum's room. Usually ending with Areum getting tired of her dad interrupting your gossip sessions and letting out an exasperated "da-ad. go away." after the fifth time he came to check on you. Leaving you with a slightly jealous twang in your stomach at the sight of such a good father. Your best friend was so lucky and she didn't even realize it.

Seokjin knew the background you came from. Mom and dad divorced, dad gone before you could speak. Mom always away on business trips. You had a house, but not a home. And Seokjin was sympathetic to that. He decided that any friend of his daughter's was welcome at any time. And he made that well known to you.

"Pl-please, daddy. Go faster-," you stutter as Seokjin held you down against the couch pillows, keeping you from wriggling around too much while he pounded your cunt at a ruthless pace. Much too sloppy and rough for the serene family room you were being fucked in, your pussy squelching loudly with every thrust.

"Shh, sweetheart," he soothed your cries with a hand over your mouth, "you don't want them to hear, do you? Your pretty moans could wake even Areum, and she sleeps like the dead."

You nodded into his hand as he drilled his length into your soaked cunt, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. You whined as he changed his angle, pushing one of your legs up to your chest and over his broad shoulders. Your nails raked over the expanse of his perfect back, but he caught your hands before you could do too much damage, holding them high above your head in a deadlock.

"Daddy's gonna take you care of you now," he groaned into your neck, dizzy from your sweet scent. "Be a good girl for me, yeah?"

You nodded with a whimper, wide eyes meeting his softened ones as he looked down at you. He always took such good care of you, filled that emotional hole you grew up with.

You were supposed to be in Areum's room, giggling into the early hours of the morning about whatever topic you two chose to fixate on tonight. But after a few hours of movies, during which Areum had chosen to sext her crush, a delighted squeal coming from her every time her phone lit up, you had decided you were tired of it and told her you were going to the bathroom. Just to run into Seokjin sitting in the living room, reading glasses on, and a book in his hand.

"Hey, did you need something?" he immediately took off his glasses and set his book down. "I was about to come check on you guys."

You shook your head as you peaked into the kitchen. Empty.

"She's gone to bed already. Has an early morning." Seokjin explained, gesturing to the master bedroom. He spread his legs, patting his thighs invitingly.

"'m bored." You pouted, sliding into his lap. "Areum's on her phone and keeps putting on shitty movies."

His arms came to circle around your waist, pulling you in close. "She's ignoring you, hm?"

You nodded, batting those eyelashes as you ran your hand down his chest, lightly grazing his smooth silk shirt with your nails. "All I could think about was you. Sitting here, right in the next room. Almost touched myself daddy."

Seokjin tried to keep his composure, tried to hide the loud groan he almost let out. But it was so obvious he was no match for your charms. Putty in your hands as soon as you so much as looked at him. Clearing his throat as you nuzzled his chest, tangling your fingers in his salt and pepper hair as you whimpered in his ear about how much you wanted him. You had him wrapped around your finger, completely whipped. And he liked it that way.

"You're squeezing me so fucking tight," he panted, "You trying keep me here forever?" You nodded with teary eyes, pulling him closer and deeper in you. You wanted to feel him in your guts- you wanted to feel the imprint of his long cock for days.

His hands slipped under your shirt, groping your perky tits. "Always want me to fuck you. Always begging for it." You let out a whimper as he flicked your nipple, capturing one in his hands and twisting it in punishment. "Only let daddy have this cunt, yeah?"

Your obedient cry was muffled in his hand, but your desperate eyes told him enough. And he'd give you the world if you asked for it.

You slipped right back into Areum's room. She didn't even notice how long you were gone, still in the same position you had left her, giggling over the dick pic on her phone and showing it off to you as soon as you walked in. You nodded along with her excited motions. Not as impressive as her father's.

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knuckles - JJK

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: the one where Jungkook continues to steal all the girls but behaves like a prepubescent teen at the mere thought of you.

genre: crack

word count: 1.1K

warnings: strong language? JK and gang are kind of fuckboys.

a/n: so ive finally decided to post some of my work on here after months of contemplation, but what finally gave me that push was @whatifyoulivelikethat's prompt list (also this is unedited)

here is my take on prompt #10 and #50 🤪 (this is the jungkook i had in mind while writing this)

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“so you remember Seulgi from Calculus?” Jungkook stares at his now curly haired friend with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"the one with the nice legs and long hair?’’ Taehyung responds while licking off some sauce that spilled on his thumb when he took a bite off half his burger in one breath.

"you just described literally every chick in all our classes combined” Jimin exclaims midchew of his McNuggets. Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friends, “the one with the nice ass.”

Both his friends squint at him.

“Nice rack?” they both shake their heads.

“Yah! Last week she and her friends came over and supplied us with like 90 percent of the shit we drank that night.”

Jimin shakes his head, “Jungkook-ah! You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that! Because chicks come over to our place every weekend and bring the good shit so that maybe they’ll get lucky and they’ll be the ones getting the good shi-“ “-she has a dove tattoo right above her ass” Jungkook interrupts Jimin when a knowing look passes both his friend’s features.

“OHHHHHH!” They yell in unison, paying no mind to the rest of the customers in the McDonalds they decided to have their lunch at and Jungkook sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose, his friends can be so dramatic sometimes.

“Why didn’t you say so in the first place, that tattoo is sexy as shit.” Taehyung says with a muffled voice as he dabs his mouth with a tissue.

“Because that’s not the point, point is- she gave me head this morning while the professor went on and on about derivatives and let me tell you, the limit certainly does not exist.”

“No way, I refuse to believe that dove tattoo girl gave you head during the lecture at the back of the class” Taehyung yells, his mouth is wide open while the sides sort of slant downwards in denial as Jimin proceeds to fall off his chair.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, “Who said anything about the back of the lecture hall? And ‘dove tattoo girl’?”

“Stop lying. She gave me her number last week and spoke extensively about some girl code and..” Jimin trails off as he realizes.

“Well you couldn’t keep your arms off Jin-Hyung that night so maybe she thought..”

“I’ve been keeping my eye on her for weeks now Jungkook-ah” Tae whines, “but didn’t get down to actually talking to her, the only thing I knew about her was her sexy dove tattoo..”

“Yeah well, we're going on a date tonight” Jungkook responds smugly with a grin plastered on his face, “and I’m gonna need you guys to vacate the premises unless you wanna make it awkward or jerk-off to-“

“Y/N!” Taehyung all but screams and Jungkook’s words die on his tongue. He keeps his gaze on the purple chips packaging with beady doe eyes.

“Hey Tae! Hey Chim!” You mirror their enthusiastic smiles. “Came to try out the new meal everyone is talking about?”

But Jungkook can't focus on the conversation as he tilts his head to the side and silently drinks you in. And there you are, always managing to steal the air from his lungs with your piercing yet friendly eyes and blinding smile, the way you hair just sits on your shoulders and how your pretty neck peeks through, if only he could.. and your style, god your style is just so…

“Jungkook-ah? Kookie?” Jimin snaps his tiny thumbs in front of Jungkook’s face and he visibly breaks out of his daydream. “I said, this is Y/N, she helped with most of my classes last semester, remember I told you about her? She used to come over often, but that was when you used to have dance class all the time.”

Oh, he remembers all right. The first time he saw you, you didn’t see him, but he saw you. You had a late shift at the café you used to work at, and you all but ran up the stairwell to their apartment while Jungkook stood near the balcony, on a phone call, but he cant remember what it was about because all he remembers is the way you were panting and out of breath from rushing over, hair flowing behind you. And the way you dusted yourself off and put on your leather jacket just before you could reach the door and how almost like a switch your blinding smile, the first time he saw it, was pasted on your face as soon as the door swung open. Hugging and laughing with Jimin.

Even the times he saw you on campus, you always carried this charm with you that drew him in, but he just couldn't approach you. So he opted to admiring from afar. Jeon Jungkook? Intimidated? Never.

Taehyung throws a fry at him. “Yah! Are you good? What’s going on? Is something wrong” Jimin continues to stare him down while you cock an eyebrow at his frazzled state.

“W-What? No. No, nothing is wrong. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re all perfectly fine.”

“Okayyy.. anyway Y/N why don’t we have one of special Friday nights? Its been a while since we all got together.” Jimin pouts while you pinch his cheeks.

“Yessss like the old times and anyway we have to ‘vacate the premises’” Tae shoots Jungkook a glare, “because someone is gonna-“

“CHANGE OF PLANS” Jungkook says through gritted teeth, earning the attention of a few staff, customers and you three, “why don’t we all just have a nice Netflix infused night in?”

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other puzzled, then it dawns on Taehyung; the last time Jungkook acted like this was in high school, when he knew nada about woman and had a crush on every girl that gave him the slightest bit of attention. He wiggles his eyebrows at Jimin to try to get him up to speed.

“Oh yeah sure, why not. Y/N we’ll text you the deets”

“Yeah okay cool, so tonight? I’ll see you guys later, it was nice uh.. meeting you Jungkook”

“hphmN-“, he waves a tattooed arm slowly.

When you go to order your meal, Tae turns to Jungkook with a smirk on his face, “So, you wanna tell us why you’re behaving like 13 year old JK?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Taehyung sits back with his arms folded, he'll let it slide for now, but he needs to get his revenge for dove tattoo girl. Sooner rather than later.

-

A few minutes pass and Jungkook and Jimin are getting ready to leave while Taehyung stretches in his seat and sips on his Coke.

And then Jungkook notices you’re back, walking in their direction, now with a brown food bag and phone in hand. Your scent filling his nostrils as you brush past.

“Um Tae…”

“Yeah?” he answers in a bored tone, when he knows what’s coming.

“Whose dick pic is this and why is it so inspirational?”

Jimin and Jungkook whip their heads to take a peek, but its Jimin who doubles over with laughter first and then Jungkook’s eyes widen, because right at the bottom, as clear as day, are knuckles with the word ‘ARMY’ tattooed on them.

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a/n: so this is my first piece of work im posting on here! please let me know what you guys think, feedback.

link to my masterlist here

happy birthday sunshine boy hobi ♥ (940218)

triads and tribulations (m)

+ featuring … jimin x reader x taehyung

+ summary … if your best friend asks you to fuck his boyfriend, who are you to say no?

+ genre … pwp, smut

+ wordcount … 8.4k

+ warnings … rough sex, sub!reader, a lot dirty talk, heavy degradation (use of ‘slut’, ‘whore’, etc.), dumbification, breeding kink, impreg kink, use of toys, cumplay, cum swallowing (!!!), spit play, reader gets tied up

When your best friend, Park Jimin, arrives at your doorstep rain-soaked, you’re only half-surprised when he asks you to fuck his boyfriend. Not that he’d ever made the request before (theirs being a monogamous, loving relationship), but Jimin was always doing out of pocket shit. You shouldn’t have been even the half-surprised that you were, to be honest.

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