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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐩 | 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙠𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙋𝙡𝙪𝙨-𝙎𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙹𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞…

                                      Pairing: Seokjin/Plus Size Reader Word count: 5k Warnings: feeding kink, playful sex, dom/sub, body worship, pussy slapping, fingering, unprotected sex 

a/n: another plus size fic for all y’all thiccccc queens. i hope you love it as much as i loved writing it. can’t you just see jin loving a chubby girl who loves food as much as he does? this is purely self-indulgent… 

                                    As if you weren’t already rushing about and panicking enough, your hear your phone ding from beside the bathroom sink, a text message popping up.

Just got in a cab, see you in 15 xx

It was from Jin. And you were nowhere near ready.

In fact, you still had your leg propped up on the edge of the bath, desperately shaving every pesky little hair from every crack and crevice you possibly could. God, this would be so much easier if had less damn cracks and crevices in which to remove unwanted body hair from. This was possibly the only thing you hated about your damn curves; the upkeep.

“Shit, shit shit…” you muttered to yourself, carefully yet ferociously attacking yourself with your razor. As if by some miracle, you didn’t catch your skin. Disaster averted.

You washed the remainder of shaving cream off your body and draped a towel around your shoulders. You didn’t bother spending 10 minutes trying to tie it perfectly so that one, it stayed up and two, the inevitable gap in the fabric would cover up your modesty. Waste of time. You already had your outfit laid out; a nice red silk dress, a little higher than ankle length, that you felt hugged your curves perfectly and hid the ‘problem areas’ well. Not that you thought you had problem areas; you loved your damn body how it was. And why shouldn’t you?

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pretty in pink | kth | m

— summary; in which you try to rekindle your sex life with a devilish plan and a very sexy, very pink set of langerie. 

— contents and warnings; smut, a bit of fluff, marriage au, taehyung x reader, mischievous use of lingerie, dirty talk, dom!tae x sub!reader, pretty heavy dom/sub themes, constant use of the word “sir”, begging, Tae has a big dick, cock worship, blowjob, deepthroat, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, a bit of praise, degradation (use of slut/cockslut), but also use of pet names (honey, love, baby, doll…), mentions of cum play, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, impreg kink if you squint, being nasty in the name of love 

— words; 6,4k 

— author’s note; homies… this is basically one long smut scene. There are like 3 paragraphs of context. Brain empty no excuse. 

Requested by anon! Requests are currently closed. 

By the time that Taehyung got home, you had pretty much forgotten you had a plan in the first place.

He removed his shoes after closing the door behind him, his coat hanging over his forearm and an expression of exhaustion plastered all over his face. “Hi, honey,” he called, only slightly aware of your silhouette coming out of the kitchen and into the living room. “How was your day?” 

Now, you see, your day had two main parts. The first (the usual one), was the part that started as soon as your husband left home for work, and you made your unceremonious walk towards the kitchen table, where you proceeded to work yourself. A few years back, you had managed to score an amazing job in the tech industry which allowed you to work mostly from home, and get a great salary while you’re at it — one downside, though, was that things started to get a bit lonely as your husband’s hours increased. 

You knew that Taehyung wasn’t doing it on purpose: he was working hard for a promotion, one that could considerably improve your living situation, and you wouldn’t shoot his plans down like that. But it was a bit disheartening to see him leaving so early and getting home so late, sometimes only after you had already gone to bed. And, besides the emotional void growing inside of you, there was also the sexual one you needed to take care of. 

Which leads you to the second part of your day. The scheming one. 

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The Prince’s Playroom | JHS

“Prince Hoseok knew that you were his future Queen the moment he revealed his secret to you. You weren’t just intrigued, but easily became addicted. And now, you would do anything for your Prince’s attention to be back on you…”

PAIRING: Hoseok x Reader (f) WORD COUNT: 10k WARNINGS: Playroom, dom/sub dynamic, BDSM, blindfolding, chains/suspension, caning (riding crop), pain kink, wax play, orgasm denial, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, begging, penetrative sex (m/f), finger sucking A/N: What’s up, it’s me, ya boy… except… I’m a girl… anyway- I’m back with a new fic! This one is just kinky as hell honestly so pls read the warnings. It was also a paid commission! If you would like your own, (member x reader or member x member) then head to my ko-fi page!   ***********************************

Your days were growing… mundane, to say the least. With no royal engagements any time soon – not ones you were involved in, anyway – you were left to simply wander about the palace, wasting the hours away until your fiancé was available to enjoy the evening with. That was your life.

Of course, you were looked after better than any other woman in the land, and frankly, you never had to lift a finger if you didn’t want to. And oh, how you loved Prince Hoseok, the man who had stolen your heart; future King. He was everything to you, and you to him. He could never have imagined he would fall in love so superbly and with a woman so elegant and charming as yourself. He adored the very ground you walked on, and perhaps that was to blame for his abhorrent jealousy…

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I was watching a movie and the guy got hit on by a woman, she went so far to suck his fingers and he was too stunned to move and once he was aware what was going on he immediately went home. But he didn’t tell his wife, I think some men don’t bother bother to care that it’s a big deal since they didn’t advance. It got me thinking though.. would mid!tae immediately tell yn or would he just push it aside as some inconvenience in his day. I have a big feeling he would tell but I’m only wondering, if he did tell.. how would yn react? sorry if this is odd but mid has been added to the trajectory of my brain when I see certain things that remind me of them 😺

Omg anon… why do I feel like I know what film this is? This sounds so familiar? But you’re right, some men just give so little fucks that sometimes they don’t tell their significant other simply because it meant nothing to them. But as for mid!tae, he’s certainly not rude enough to completely reject a woman. I think he may keep wifey oc in the dark at first, simply because he’s afraid of her reaction, but end up telling her most likely out of sheer guilt.

Here’s how I imagine the exchange playing out between wifey oc and mid!tae. Ahem, *cracks knuckles, starts smashing keyboard*

warnings: nsfw/18+ content at the end!

Taehyung’s felt antsy since the second he came home.

Here he is, leg bouncing incessantly as he watches you carelessly shimmy around in one of his Balenciaga button-ups to Earth, Wind & Fire’s ‘September’. You occasionally pass on your imaginary mic to Taehyung, who softly denies you to rather watch you instead. He feels compelled to hug you from behind, smother you in kisses, maybe even let his hands wander your palace of a body as you cook for him, but he refuses himself the opportunity.

With a skillet in hand, and without a clue of his turmoil, you concoct a cheesy reduction for the carbonara you’ll soon share for dinner; Taehyung’s favourite.

That bruises his heart, though, because here is his perfectly faithful wife whipping up his favourite meal for him, while earlier today, Taehyung had another woman’s mouth wrapped around his fingers.

It’s not like he wanted it, hell, Taehyung ripped his fingers out of her scheming mouth and scowled at the random broad so menacingly, she scurried away out of sheer fear. But the heft of what was done weighed Taehyung down for the entirety of his evening. The woman’s sultry hands and lips, her cunning eyes, her seductive movements—he couldn’t fathom knowing any other woman except you tried to tempt him.

It even made him a little sick.

Guilt overrided his system the second he saw his wedding band glint underneath the bar’s lighting, and he couldn’t believe something of this degree had occurred, instantly vacating the premises.

When he trudged through the front door and was greeted by your warm eyes and hug, Taehyung at first, didn’t hug back. He believed himself unworthy of it—undeserving of you. But when he saw your sad eyes and pout, your soft, smaller hands caressing the nape of his neck and inquiring what’s wrong, Taehyung shoved his face into your neck. He embraced you with all his might, and you were cocooned tightly in his arms like a precious treasure.

So as Taehyung pushes around his pasta now upon the dinner table, taking nervous sips of his water, hands clammy, his lips suddenly fall open to disturb the comforting silence.

“Another woman sucked my fingers today.”

Shocked by his own spillage of the beans, Taehyung’s wide eyed observe you closely. He watches as your face contorts with confusion across from him.

“Another woman… what?”

Taehyung sighs, his sullen eyes falling to his now cold pasta. “I-I’m sorry, Princess. I should’ve told you the second I came home.”

“What do you mean, Tae?”

“I mean I… you know how I went out for drinks with the guys after work?”

You slowly nodded, having placed your utensils down to attentively listen. “Yes, baby.”

“Well.. um,” your husband nervously shifts on his end of the dinner table, eyes flitting everywhere other than at you. It was such an unusual sight, though funnily endearing.

Was he truly this nervous to tell you something?

“Well, I got hit on. More than once, actually, and I always tell you about that stuff.” He rigidly rubs the back of his neck, swallowing. “But one woman took it far enough she actually ended up sucking my fingers.”

Your lips purse with disapproval, eyebrows furrowed. “A women flirted with you hard enough that she ended up sucking your fingers?”

Taehyung becomes uncharacteristically timid, nodding. “Yes. I swear I didn’t tell you at first because I thought you would get mad, and I didn’t want to make you stress when we’re… you know… still trying to conceive.”

Taehyung sincerely pledges, mindful that any mental strain right now could affect your cycle—an issue you both couldn’t afford right now.

He watches your expression brood for a bit. You peer at the table and at your dinner aimlessly, your gears shifting. Suddenly, you break out into a little chuckle, even snickering. “You really thought I’d get mad about that, Tae?”

Taehyung’s taken aback, lips falling open. “Wait, you’re not mad?”

“I mean, did you like it when your fingers were in her mouth? Did you let it happen for a long time?”

“No way,” Taehyung instantly denies, your husband looking appalled. “I would never, I denied her within seconds and came straight home. I wanted to see you immediately.”

“Exactly. And you didn’t initiate it, right?”

“Absolutely not.”

You giggle. “Then you’re good, babe. I’m not pissed.”

Taehyung releases a deep breath, his hand over his heart. “Jesus Christ, I thought you’d be going bat shit crazy right now. I’m surprised you’re not angry.”

“Oh trust me, I’m pissed at the woman for doing it. Which hand did she stick in her mouth?”

“My left.” Taehyung lifts said hand to show you.

“So she should’ve seen your ring, then, knew you were married and still went ahead. Also, considering your reputation, there’s really no soul in Korea that doesn’t know about us, or about you having a wife. So the next time you go to this bar, you’re taking me with you so I can knock whoever this bitch is out. You know I have a mean right hook.”

Taehyung breaks out into infectious laughter with his fist over his smile, busting a gut with you. “My God, Princess, you really are the best, aren’t you?”

“Guess you’ve rubbed off on me, sailor.” You bounce your brows and send him a kittenish, bright smile.

And Taehyung’s reminded for the forty-thousandth time that he married the right woman indeed.

“But anyway, finish your dinner quickly.” You suddenly demand.

Taehyung arches a brow. “What? Why?”

“Because I’m riding you until you fucking forget about her mouth around you tonight.”

Your husband’s eyes glimmer with excitement. “Are you jealous, Princess? Trying to mark me as yours?”

You scoff, folding your arms. “Of course I am, asshole. Hurry up and eat before I skip dinner and end up eating you.”

Taehyung hides his laugh behind a hand, bouncing his brows. “I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I’m not exactly hungry for food, either.” Your husband suddenly rises from his seat, large hands planted on your dinner table as he eyes you, his voice dripping with sin.

“I’m hungry for whatever’s between your legs.”

Gushing, you swallow intensely, masking your horniness with nonchalance. Arms still folded, you tip your chin with pride. “Come here, then. It won’t eat itself, will it?”

Chuckling, Taehyung shakes his head, rounding the dinner table before settling into his knees in front of you and casting your thighs over his shoulders.

His gaze never left yours as he gifted you pleasure like never before… more than once.

Our First Night | KTH

“Tonight was supposed to be the night; you’d planned every detail. You’d asked Taehyung to come over around eight, dinner already being dished up and wine already poured. You’d invited him to stay the night, as he often had in the last two months of your relationship.

But in those two months, whilst there had been some rather heated make-out sessions… You still hadn’t given yourself to him completely.”

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 4.4k Warnings: Plus size, reader is self-conscious about weight (some theorising about the public reacting poorly to her weight), first time together, reader has pierced nipples, praise kink, teasing, squirting.

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want a taste? | myg

part of the you never shop alone (ynsa) collab with @underthejoon and @kpopfanfictrash, based on this post!

summary⇢ pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong. pairing⇢ yoongi/reader word count⇢ 18.3k 😱😱😭😭😭 rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | humor | friends to lovers | shopping mall!au  warnings⇢ oral (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, inappropriate and semi-public canoodling, very brief mention of suicide and depression (because this is a yoongific), taehyung is yoongi’s biggest fan but oc is coming for him lbrh 😌

a/n⇢ everybody thank @underthejoon for this gorgeous header 💖💖

THIS TOOK ME SO FUCKING LONG, i have NEVER written anything this long without splitting it up before in my entire life, omg. writing something this long in one go honestly made me wanna pull my hair out lmao. but we here!! we made it and it’s done and i hope you enjoy it 😩😭💕 mood for this fic is this song. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGI, ILY 🤧💖

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