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In another universe pups is the ABO fic I never wrote HJDHJDSHJDSHJHJFHJFSD OK so anyway I won’t lie I had to google what cum inflation was and when I saw what I saw.... yes. Ok. It got my brain gears going *rusty noise of gears turning* U know what I mean??? So i was thinking..... ***NSFW WARNING

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You see hentai on Namjoon’s laptop one day. You’ve mastered the art of nonchalance, though. So when he comes back from the bathroom and gives you a smile—as if you haven’t gotten a peek into Things That Turn Namjoon On That Don’t Include You—you breathe an internal sigh of relief. Safe.

Except you’ve stopped taking notes and now all you can think about is Namjoon watching porn so brazenly on his laptop. Where he does schoolwork of all places! He could at least just use his phone. Also you’re just a teensy bit wet because cartoon boobs and dick is still conducive to horny hours, even if you are doing something as unsexy as critical writing.

Your study date ends with a simple kiss on the lips because Hoseok’s home this time and you’d rather not taint the living room space while he’s occupying the apartment too. Namjoon slips in a little bit of tongue though, because he’s cheeky like that.

You text Namjoon right when you get home. You lie and say you’re going to sleep early, with the excuse that you have to wake up early for a meeting with your advisor. And when he sends you his good night text, you get to it. Getting ready for bed, turning your night light to the colour red once you’ve settled in.

You have sleuthing to do.

Because the hentai wasn’t just... well there’s no regular hentai, is there? It’s just. There. Being hentai. And what’s Namjoon without an inclination for messy pussies because of—because of—

You close your eyes tight because you can’t believe what you’re about to type into the search bar on your phone.

But first!

Incognito. Whew. The shame of clearing your history would be too much to bear. So when you press enter on cum inflation it isn’t so bad. Especially when all the X-rated websites pop up and your screen just becomes Anime Boobies Galore when you click the first link.

You can’t believe Namjoon had the gall to just leave that website up there on his screen. You’re scrolling down the page and already you’re feeling hot. And it isn’t even because of the fact that you’re skimming through videos of perfect girls getting so cummed up their stomachs literally become distended. Nor is it the thought of Namjoon watching it and enjoying it, either. Rather...

Was he thinking of you when he was watching these videos? Bending your knees up over your shoulders and promising you that he’s saved up all his cum for you? Getting you to drool down your chin, cross-eyed?

(Your hand is down your panties at the third video you come across. You come pretty hard when you see the girl’s pussy literally spew semen from how hard the guy comes inside her. And when you reach post-orgasm clarity you immediately exit the browser, chuck your phone onto the floor, and hope to god sleep overtakes you within twenty seconds.)

The next time you meet up for another study date with Namjoon is the weekend. That’s a good three nights of jacking it off to the same video of a huge dongle fucking a good five buckets of semen inside his girlfriend. And when you settle all your notebooks and laptop down, you immediately go for the kill.

“Do you like anime boobs?”

Namjoon chokes on the water he’s drinking from his bottle. “I—ahem. What, uh... what brought this on?”

“I’ve been watching a lot of hentai so I thought I’d ask,” you clarify.

“Uh-huh,” he says incredulously.

“And you know, it’s just—I liked it. A lot. You know. Just for your information.”

Namjoon blinks. “Are you trying to get at something here?”

“Because I don’t really mind, you know. Porn is porn. And you can like whatever you want. Like as long as it’s nice and consensual,” you ignore him.

“Babe.”

“Like I would never make fun of you because I’m—well I’ve watched Grinch porn before but that was against my own will—“

“Baby,” Namjoon laughs, squishing your cheeks to stop your rambling. “What’s going on?”

“I like h’ntai,” you try to articulate with his hands still keeping your lips pressed in like this.

“I get that. But why?”

Oh god. You don’t even know what you want from this conversation. Maybe the guilt of catching him has caught up to you. Or maybe you also just want to have a distended stomach from having Namjoon bust a fat load inside you.

You take his hands from your face, clutch at them for support. “I saw... Um. What you were watching. The other day.”

“Ah.” You watch Namjoon’s ears turn red. He squeezes your hands right back. “You—damn. I’m sorry.”

“No—!” You clear your throat when it warbles. “N-No... it’s... well I...”

You feel his thumb rub comfort into your skin. He looks like he’s getting ready for a scolding. So when you say, “I actually really liked it and I’ve been watching it every night,” in one breath, Namjoon blinks.

And blinks.

After a solid sixteen seconds of silence, he says: “That’s really hot.”

You both stare at each other. The notebook you laid out for notes sits quietly, waiting.

“You wanna go to your bed—?”

Namjoon nearly dislodges your shoulder when he pulls you up to stand. “Yes we’re going right now.”

Something you’re really thankful for when it comes to Namjoon is how compatible you two are. You can’t count how many times you’ve both just looked at each other, no words to say, but somehow still completely on the same page. It’s like you both have the instinct of the other person ingrained in the part of your brain that deals with intuition.

You’re pretty keen on foreplay most days, but even Namjoon sees you’d rather rip your hair out than not immediately go for the feeling of his dick ramming inside you right at this very second. He laughs when you strip in record time, laying supine on the bed while he undresses.

“What’s gotten into you?” As if he’s not hard himself. He crawls over you with kisses warm on your belly, your breasts. “I have to admit. I really just wanted to fuck today.”

“Oh thank god,” you sigh. You knew something was up the second you realized Hoseok wasn’t home. He probably sexiled himself. You remind yourself to buy him dinner one day for his noble deed. “Just—I’m wet. I think. I just want you inside me, please.”

Namjoon groans. “You’re dangerous.”

“I watched hentai for three nights straight, I’m horny,” you whine in correction.

“You wanna know something? Please don’t laugh.”

“What?” Oh you’re wet alright. Namjoon lines his cock at your hole, slides tight inside. “O-Oh—what?”

“I kind of. I haven’t jacked off since the last time we met,” he says, voice tight. “Thank god you watched that shit because I probably sound crazed right now.”

“Huh?”

He grinds up till his hips meet your ass, and you shiver when the tip of his cock hits just right. “I—I wanted to save my cum for you,” he admits, sweating at his neck, and something clicks inside you, because you were right.

“I thought—about that too—ngh!”

Namjoon fucks you steady now. No more shy thrusts like he always starts off with to gauge your mood. He knows you want it. “Shit. About what, baby?”

“You. A-And... making me full... of you.”

“Oh my god.” He grabs your thighs, opening you wide. Takes a thumb to your clit like he’s on a mission. “Will you come with me? Can you do that?”

Holy fuck you’d do anything for him. So you nod, moaning with every hard thrust he gives you. Your legs threaten to close when he rubs you raw, but he commands with a low voice:

“Open, pups.”

Embarrassingly, that does it. He’s never one to order you around. And knowing he’s purposefully saved you his cum like it’s Christmas come early, you know better than to hinder the process.

Your legs shake when you open wider, feeling the warmth of his cock tenfold. “I’m close,” you cry when he slams into you.

“Feel it here?” He slides a sweaty palm to your abdomen. “Gonna give it to you right there. Make you so full. So pretty. All—mine—!”

You don’t even know if that was your signal. But the thought of him swelling you up like that girl on your screen, her womb so full with cum and promise—

“Joonie!” You shriek, toppling right into red-hot pleasure, clutching at the sheets because it’s too much. You come in waves, and Namjoon rides it with you, bucks into you with one last groan. You feel it, feel his excess warmth coat your insides just like he’d told you, and you pretend you feel your stomach balloon for more space. He rubs a grateful hand on your stomach.

“My little cum dump,” he coos tiredly, and you slap his arm with a laugh.

“Don’t pull out yet.” You slide your arms around his shoulders, bringing his tired form onto you. “Keep me plugged in.”

He laves at your neck. “Oh so now I’m out of line when I say weird shit.”

“I never said it was weird,” you whisper. “I’ll happily house all your semen.”

“Oh my—pfft. Ok. You know what? Show me that video you were watching, I need to know what’s got you like this,” he snorts, and you promise to do it later. You’ll just keep him like this for a little while.

funimation & procreation

part 11 of my n&c series <3

SUMMARY Never mind your upcoming wedding, this was perhaps the greatest moment of your life— the day Jungkook sought out an anime on his own.  WARNINGS kissing, smut in the forms of cunnilingus, cum eating, mentions of anal, doggy style, unprotected sex with the intention of pregnancy, spitting, hand holding<3 MISC the wedding night, Doyeon strikes again, jjk watches  jjk, oh no not twins RATING m (18+) WC 9.1k 

NOTES (!) sorry for any typos T_T Tumblr played me as I was editing so I may have missed a few rip lmk !!!

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namjoon cowboy au ! maybe smut with impreg kink or whatever u want 😁

Namjoon’s hands are as rough as he is, manhandling you around until your ass is in the air, face against the pillows. “I’ll breed you, darling,” he purrs, calloused hands trailing down your spine, over the globes of your ass.

He had come home late tonight, had travelled a lengthy distance to retrieve one of your missing cows. Still, dirty and tired was apparently the perfect combination for him to get his rocks off, latching onto you like a dog in heat the moment he returned.

He’s a gentlemen, though, always has been. Namjoon’s horniness has never managed to blind him from addressing you and your own pleasure first, fingers deftly working inside of your throbbing core for a few minutes. Even the soft soap you had purchased does little to address the roughness of his fingertips, worn from years of working the soil, riding the horses. It provides you with a whole new world of subtle texture that drives you insane.

With that settled, he assumes his position behind you. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he purrs, spreading your cheeks apart carefully, the head of his cock nudging against your folds.

“Please,” you whimper, clutching at the bedsheets as he begins his slow sink into your folds, each inch of his engorged cock sending a new wave of pleasure tingling your your spine. “Joon,” you cry, biting down on your lip until it hurts.

He doesn’t pause at the hilt, doesn’t let your body familiarize itself with the stretch before he begins bucking forward into you, drowning out your pitiful whimpers with his own grunts and the slapping of his skin against yours. “Fuck,” he groans, has that same gravelly quality in his voice he gets after he’s spent a long afternoon yelling at the horses to settle down. “Gonna look beautiful for me, doll,” he croons, ramming himself deeper and deeper into your hole. “Carrying my babies— most beautiful woman in town.”

commercial break: fifteen

a netflix & chill drabble  takes place sometime after part 11 :)

SUMMARY It’s Jungkook’s teenage fantasy— being pushed down by a cheerleader.  WARNINGS smut in the forms of grinding, kissing, amateur roleplaying (cheerleader!reader, first-time!jk), groping, titluvr jk, some 69 action, jk has a scent kink??, panty ripping, oc being a lil mean, another episode of JK Cant be Submissive to Save His Life, jealous kook(?), a bit of degradation, unprotected sex, slight impreg at the end MISC jk’s teenage fantasy finally being fulfilled, scraps of domesticity <3 WC 3.1k

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since someone already requested angry sex with jk com i request slow sex? like very vanilla . with jk too

Jungkook’s skin was scalding to the touch, dripping in sweat that made him slippery and smelly, two things that would have otherwise made you uncomfortable had he not been fluttering kisses along your cheek. “Relax for me,” he croons, daring to readjust the angle of his hips against you. His cock is so hard, brushes against nearly every inch of your walls. “I’ve got you, baby.”

His hands are so careful, fingers brushing along the base of your throat like he’s afraid one wrong touch will break you in half. “Ugh,” you groan, hands clutching at his sheets. “It just— it hurts. A little.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook mumbles, flashes you an apologetic frown as he watches you go through all the phases of discomfort on your mission to familiarize yourself with his dick. He’s got the patience of a saint; you imagine it isn’t easy to hold off this long. Jungkook had been the one to proposition you tonight, had sweetly fattened your ego with compliments and kisses until you had given him the green light for sex. And now, he’s the one who has to wait as you clench and buck against his fat cock. “You’re okay,” he hums, brushing his mouth against yours, a sweet attempt at distracting your from the tightness in your core.

It’s a damn good one at that. His tongue is as hot and slippery as he is, gliding along yours, swallowing up your little cries, until you’ve all but forgotten about the stretch downstairs, arms slowly coming around Jungkook’s shoulders to pull him closer. “I’m okay,” you repeat, and Jungkook smiles.

“I can go now?” he asks anyway, reaching down to readjust the placement of your thighs around his waist. You nod, biting down on your lip as Jungkook begins to slowly fuck into you, the sweet expression on his face melting away as he loses himself in the tight suction of your walls. “Ah,” he gasps, eyes fluttering shut, head lolling back. He’s so beautiful like this, chest glistening in sweat, his lips bruised from all the kissing you’d done that night.

Every plunge into your heat makes you want him more and more, hands clawing at any inch of skin you can reach. Jungkook’s pretty eyes blink open again, dazed and sparkly. When he looks back at you, a dazzling grin overtakes his features, your name like honey on his tongue. “You’re so”— a particularly hard thrust that leaves you seeing stars momentarily —“so fucking cute.”

If you weren’t already so hot from the exertion and the closeness of his body, you would’ve blushed. “St- stop,” you whimper, finally clutching at his forearms.

Jungkook chuckles, slowing the pace of his thrusts to roll his hips against yours, the hilt of his cock against your folds enough to make you quiver beneath him. “Don’t want to,” he teases, releasing the grip on your hip, his hand landing over your mound instead. “Cute, baby,” Jungkook sings, his thumb toying with your engorged clit in a painfully slow manner, rubbing the pad of his finger hard against you.

“Jungkook,” you choke, hips jerking upwards at the dual action; your clit pulses beneath his touch, your walls squeeze around the thickness of his cock.

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs, an airy sound that puts a stop to the lewd thoughts flashing through your brain, allowing you to see the adoring expression he levels your way. It lasts for all of three seconds before Jungkook is looming over you, placing one final chaste kiss against your lips before really getting into it.

pls some sexy yoongi 🤲🏽🤲🏽🤲🏽

“You’re staring again,” Yoongi says, and how he could tell, you’re not sure.

As far as you know, his eyes have been zeroed in on the Sudoku book on his lap, the one he bought last week and has been carrying around like a newborn ever since. He hasn’t looked up once, too preoccupied with his stupid brain games to catch you ogling him. So it’s with the utmost conviction that you lie your ass off. “Nuh uh,” you huff, hiding your pout behind the rim of your coffee cup.

At that, Yoongi does look up. You’re immediately drawn in by the endless galaxies that hide in his irises, the swirling nebulae and cosmic dust behind that solemn gaze. “What’s so nice about them anyway?” he asks, breaking your little staring contest to glance down at his hands instead, turning his pale fingers over as if it’ll somehow give him the answer you withhold.

“They’re hot,” you deadpan. Yoongi seems rather unimpressed. Had this been anyone else, you would’ve left it at that, not bothered enough to explain yourself in the slightest. But Yoongi’s got this look about him, one that draws the truth out anyway. “I want them in my mouth.”

Immediately, you clap your own, less sexy hand over your mouth, surprised by your forwardness. Yoongi says, “oh,” and then, “I mean, go for it.”

“Really?” you splutter, too loud. Yoongi shrugs.

He makes you wait, says something about how doing that kind of thing in the middle of a park would get the both of you arrested. So it’s in his car, carefully tucked along a side street, that he lets you. He sanitizes first, always hygienic, and then ever so graciously stretches out his arm towards you, offers his hand like a princess awaiting a kiss.

Yoongi’s hands are soft, is your first thought, heart hammering away like a snare drum in your chest. And his nails are pretty. You move slowly, nervous that you’ll scare him off. His pointer finger goes in first, pushes past the plushness of your lips to rest against your tongue. You’re too scared to look him in the eye, barely flicking your gaze up enough to properly see him. All you do see is that pink mouth, practically mimicking your own, a perfect little circle. Your tongue curls around his digit, torn between memorizing the feel of his finger in your mouth or the pucker of his lips in front of you.

Before you, Yoongi exhales. “You like that?” It’s so quiet, quiet enough that you almost think you’ve made it up for a second. But then Yoongi is shifting closer, as close as he can over the center console in his car. “Open,” he says, and you do, lips hurriedly parting at his command. Another finger joins in, and together, they forcefully push down against the flattened surface of your tongue. It makes you gag a little bit, forces you to finally meet his gaze in surprise.

Yoongi’s eyes are half lidded, focused like never before. “Is this what you wanted?” he murmurs, head tilting to the side as he pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, sinks them in until the knuckle, tears springing behind your eyes. A sound catches in his throat and it has something sparking within him.

Soon, his fingers aren’t the only thing shoved past your lips.