Blacklisted Kth&jjk M.

❝ blacklisted ❞ kth&jjk ― m.

― summary: after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

taehyung/reader/jungkook | dom/sub!au, CEO!taekook | angst, fluff, smut | 21.4k ↬ content warnings: dom/sub themes, pet names, sir!kink, daddy!kink, threesome, mxm scenes, subspace, praise kink, dirty talk, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, begging, humiliation, safewords, blowjobs, deepthroating/face-fucking, creampie, intense orgasms(?), multiple orgasms, cum eating, cum sharing, arguments, insecurities, manipulation, reader is a bit impulsive, derogatory language, sexual face-slapping, punishments, dumbification, overstimulation, forced orgasms, aftercare, crying, 69ing, face-sitting, sensitivity kink(?), double penetration

a/n: this is from a fanfic title ask game!

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more than us (m) | kth

↣ pairing | taehyung x reader

↣ word count | 11.3k

↣ genre | college au. roommate au. fluff. smut.

↣ warnings |  explicit language and sexual content. unprotected sex (pls use condoms), oral sex (f receiving), light choking, mild dirty talk, some hair pulling, spanking, taehyung’s magnum badonk.

↣ summary | Taehyung had always been the common thread in the capsule of your memories, your best friend until the very end. But the thoughts had always lingered; could the two of you ever be more than this?

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You’re painfully aware of Irene’s gawking, uncomfortable stare as Taehyung nonchalantly plants his plump lips against your temple. If it wasn’t eight in the morning, you might have even protested, but the warmth of Taehyung’s arms around your body has you in a lull, a sort of zombified state of mind. He tucks a stray piece of your loose bun behind your ear, taking you into his fullest capabilities as he pulls you in again. You can almost trace the very prominent vein that runs along his full right arm. You wonder how you’ve not noticed he’s been working out lately. The sun barely peeks through the drawn curtains leaving the living room space warm, in a shade of amber that turns his brown locks, gold. It doesn’t help move you away from that early morning haze, your thoughts almost abandoning the very prominent acknowledgement of Irene’s appalled presence. If Taehyung notices your classmate merely inches away with her mouth hanging open and arms crossed, he doesn’t say anything about it. He simply retracts from your hug, your arms automatically wrapping around yourself in hopes of preserving any shred of loss from his warmth. Your head follows Taehyung as he stops towards the kitchen counter to pick up the bagged lunch you’ve prepared for him, and you can’t help stifle a laugh when you catch Irene doing the same. Even though classes for him start much later in the day, his leaving this early is a fairly common occurrence for the young photographer; he had always seemed to have found something new to gaze at in his viewfinder with morning hikes. As he pivots towards the door, the chiselled expanse that is Taehyung’s right shoulder unintentionally brushes against the pointed corner of Irene’s baby blue blazer and the scoff she lets out signals that she is more than vexed. He places his hand on the doorknob before turning around, his gaze settling on the far distance between the door to you.

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“please rise for the national anthem”

me, hand on chest, tears in my eyes: waiting for you anpanman…

HEY ANON THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT [M]

Unedited like always bc I’m a desperate slut. 

“Fucking take it” Jungkook growls, punctuating his words when the head of his cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat, making you gag. “What? Stupid little girl can’t handle it?” He scoffs, wrapping his large hand around your throat so he could feel his dick sliding in and out of it. He withdraws his cock from your mouth so you can breathe, and you suck air into your greedy lungs while he smirks down at your restrained form. Your arms were tied above your head with his belt, and your shirt had been haphazardly torn open in a lustful rage.

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Roommates Pt. 1

written for this request 

So I heard that it was a certain maknae’s birthday today…

Warnings: Slightly mature themes, and definitely mature themes in pt 2

Part 2 Part 3 (final)

Word Count: 9,685

“Why are you cleaning on a Friday night?” Minhyuk asks in amusement as he watches you jump out of his embrace on the couch to make a run for the broom, “Come back and finish the movie with me, babe.”

“Sorry to cut our date short,” you apologize, even as you frantically sweep the kitchen, “I forgot that Jungkook is supposed to come over tonight!”

“This is the first time I’ve seen you cleaning for months,” your boyfriend chuckles, “I don’t get it. Why would a little high school boy care about a bit of dirt?”

You pause to shoot him a glare, “He’s in college now,” you correct.

“Wait—you didn’t say he was a college student. ___, you’re having a full grown adult man live with you?”

“It’s not like that!” You protest, “He’s just my little dongsaeng neighbor. You’ve met Junghyun, remember? This is his baby brother.”

Minhyuk crosses his arms tightly across his chest, still not entirely convinced, “I don’t understand why he has to live with you though.”

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