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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Reader, Kim Taehyung | V, multiple OCs Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Demeaning Names, Rough Sex, Breathplay, Cumplay, Face-Fucking, Punishment, Masturbation, Originally Posted on Tumblr Series: Part 1 of The Secrets Trilogy Summary:

Park Jimin is the office’s oddball. Meek and quiet as a mouse, you never assume too much of him. Your mistake.

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Suga | Min Yoongi/Original Male Character(s), Park Jimin/Original Male Character(s), J-Hope | Jung Hoseok/Original Male Character(s), Jeon Jungkook/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Original Male Character(s), Jeon Jungkook Additional Tags: PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Hardcore, Kink, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Escorts, Crossdressing, Masturbation, multiple orgasms, Facial, Daddy Kink, Threesome, Choking, Breathplay, Slapping, Spanking, Mirror Sex, mirror kink Summary:

Yoongi liked his job. It was fun. Unexpected. It thrilled him in ways that only a few people could understand. It wasn’t a job that Yoongi didn’t think he would be interested in, but when his good friend Jimin suggested it - asking if he wanted to apply with him to make some extra money - it sparked curiosity.

It wasn’t until he got the job that he realized, he had desires that needed to be filled, and this job was the only way he could relieve those desires.

Yoongi worked at a hotel in Seoul. But it wasn’t just a normal hotel with quaint, bright services with a sunshiney smile.

Yoongi worked in a love hotel.

You could say…..Yoongi was an “escort.” That’s basically what he was. He fucked for money. And he liked it.

No...he loved it.

The Doms Next Door~ (TaeKook x Reader!)

Part 1 Part 2.0 Part 2.1

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2.9k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut/Polyamory/Dom/Tattoo artist AU.

Warnings: M/M/F; explicit language; degrading names; rough, graphic, and verbal sex; 3somes; oral domination; orgasm denial; BDSM themes; female-sub/Male-Dom themes; polyamorous relationship; Whole lotta kinky shit. Oh, and TaeKook is also covered in tatts and piercings 🌚

Au: in which you unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

• disclaimer: I created the collage below, but I don’t own any of the photos used ~

“Ah! Fuck!”

Wha—? Your head rose up from your laptop, eyes blinking at the darkness of your room as they were suddenly pulled away from the essay you’ve spent hours focusing on. That certainly sounded—

“Yes, just like that! Keeping fucking me just like that!”

You shook your head a little as it spun in confusion to what you were listening to. There was a woman screaming these words out in the form of a battle cry, and you were actually a little more disturbed by the clarity of her voice, despite it being very faint with distance. Where was it coming from?

“Jimin!” You called out over your shoulder, knocking on the drywall behind your bed as the need for rationalization got the best of you. Either 1): your direction of hearing was way off at the moment, or 2): there was someone having very rough sex outside your window. “Do you hear that? Are you watching porn again?”

“I’m watching hentai, but that isn’t coming from me,” Jimin simply replied, his voice nonchalant and close enough to let you know that you were both pretty much sitting back-to-back against the headboards of your bed-frames. “Don’t worry, though. The neighbors are just blowing my friend’s back out again.”

“Uhm, do what? You say that, like, plurally. How many people is she having sex with?”

You heard Jimin snicker before his bed squeakily bounced from a loss of weight, and not many seconds later was he at your door, greeting you with a cheeky grin on his handsome face.

“Forgot to tell you, the neighbors are kinda.. kinky,” he trailed off, making an imbalanced gesture with his hand. You flipped your lamp on and sat your laptop beside it on the nightstand, instantly intrigued by this as Jimin strolled to your bed. He sprawled himself out at the footboard and laughed a little when you attentively folded your legs in, like a preschooler would for story time.

“Two doms live there, and from what I can tell, they’re having a threesome right now with my friend, Avery. They’re training her to become a sub.”

Your eyebrows perked at this, your interest sparking even more. Not that you were sexually active (or experienced) yourself, but things of this nature have always fascinated you, regardless.

“A sub, as in: BDSM type-shit?” You emphasized for clarity. “Is she, like, a sex-slave to them?”

“Yes, BDSM— but no, they’re just helping her practice her sexual submission for when she does find a dom of her choosing.”

“So wait, have you met them before?” you asked, that being one of several questions.

“No, I’ve never even seen them before. But I’ve been friends with Avery since last semester, and she told me about her training to be a sub— because, ya know, I eventually find out every dirty little secret about my friends,” He gloated, and you nodded in acceptance to that. It‘s true, Jimin is that kind of friend that encourages you to talk about yourself if he senses anything odd about your behavior. Which, explains how he knew your whole life story within the first 3 months you met him, roughly 4-5 years ago in high school.

“Anyways, I had no fucking clue it was her that I kept hearing over there, getting her wig snatched left and right by these vulgar ass men. But then I saw her walking out of their house one day, and I called her over because really, I couldn’t help myself. I was genuinely concerned for her health after I heard the gorilla sex going on next door; it was so fucking raunchy, I damn-near called the police.”

Your eyes wavered a bit as Jimin snorted to himself, but you beckoned him to continue.

“To hear her describe them, they’re alpha-males and really fucking hot ones, at that. Like, so attractive that it kinda fucks with your head— you get what I mean,” he granted, knowing that you’re a natural-born fangirl at heart. You could relate. “They’re not sexually involved with each other directly, though. They’re straight. But they want someone to serve as a submissive in a polyamorous relationship with the two of them, where they co-dom. Avery was interested at first, but she said it was too intimidating having a relationship with them outside of the bedroom. So she just goes over there to get dick-down from time to time, but that’s it. They’re still actively looking for someone.”

“Wait, how the hell..?” you started, backtracking with the jumbled up equation inside your head. "They wanna share someone, but aren’t physically attracted to each other? Is that even polyamorous?”

“I guess it can be,” he shrugged, as if he didn’t know of any other term to use. “She said they have more of a skinship thing going on and balance each other out, like a freakier version of ying-and-yang. One kinda wants to pamper you like a princess and spoils you outside of the bedroom; but the other one is more authoritative and makes sure your ass stays in line, even with all the special treatment you’re getting. They’re look for, like, a legit girlfriend, slash-sub.”

"That’s… an interesting concept,” you noted, pondering at the thought.

“Yeah, it’s hot as fuck,” Jimin declared, glancing up at the window as Avery continued to howl in pleasure. “She said that they’re both very domineering and possessive, but then become really affectionate and attentive for after-care. But again, like she said, it’s really hard walking into something like that when they’re both so intense.”

"I bet,” you muttered, knowing you could never be that brave. You’ve only had sex once on your prom night, and it was immensely awkward and something you’ll probably never live down. So you’ve been solo-dolo with a handful of vibrators and an imagination far too sheltered for shit like this.

“Oh, oh, please— ah!”

You jumped as a yelp sounded outside of your window, like there was a dog who just got its tail stepped on.

“Did I say you could cum all over my cock just yet? Hm?” A man rasped out, sounding straight up fucking demonic. Guy #1, you conquered. A swift sound of a slap then rang out, and your face paled at the urgent cry of pain.

“Did he just hit her?!” You gasped, startled by another (thwack!), answering that very question. You approached your window for a closer listen.

You lived in a neighborhood of close-packed duplicate homes. Meaning, every house was modeled the exact same and was about 20 feet apart. So you could clearly see the very same window directly across the yard from yours. And much to your surprise, it was wide open and a mere curtain was the only thing keep all the ruckus visual hidden.

“That explains why they’re so fucking loud,” you muttered under your breath, frowning when you heard the girl ask for more. “How is she enjoying that? It sounds so painful.”

“Have you forgotten what the M in B-D-S-M stands for?” Jimin retorted, teasingly. He’s clearly had his own fair share of kinky endeavors, which explains why he was no-where near as effected by this as you were. Just amused in general. "Don’t look so horrified, (Y/N). Getting spanked is more mainstream than masochistic these days.”

You shot him a crazed glare before another voice spoke out, one that didn’t appear to be engaging in intercourse, but was crudely patronizing her as it was happening.

“Awh, look at that face. You must really wanna cum again, huh? Dirty little slut.”

You shook your head as you mind literally boggled at that— such a vulgar, degrading term coming from such a rich, sultry voice. Guy#2, to be exact. A slap sounded again— one that made your ass sting a little— and the girl sang out louder than Mariah Carey.

"Yes, please! I’ll do anything— ah! Please!please!please!”

“Shut up, you know better,” the vicious one (guy #1) grated out, rough and merciless. Unexpected tension twisted at you pelvis when he iterated himself with each powerful thrust, making the bed-frame pound against a dry-wall. “I don’t give a fuck how close you get, you better fucking hold it in, until I say so.”

Your jaw, once again, wrenched completely open as you silently screeched out into the air, an unfathomable amount of cringe ripping at your boiling insides. But at the same time, your stomach was doing a weird amount of backflips, and it wasn’t exactly nauseating. Your imagination was even starting to run a little wild beyond your control, and soon enough you were stumbling back onto your bed as the man began grunting in momentum. Jimin was quite shook by this as well, his eyes scrunched shut as an extreme, teeth-baring gush came over his facial-features from where it was taking everything in him to not howl out in laughter. You’re pretty sure it had more to do with the blatant bafflement written all over your face.

“I kinda wanna frisbee a bible through their window to see if it’ll catch fire.”

You snorted at the joke, but really, you were the one needing a ‘come to Jesus’ meeting with yourself, because there was no denying the moisture seeping between your legs now. Everything was beginning to flutter, too. Which was troubling, because that meant that your body was acting in ways that deemed you to be excited by this violent, pornographic audio. And why was your body acting like this? You had no fucking clue. This was so far out of your league.

Avery was beginning to sound like the exorcist as the man plowed into her against the noisy bed, making you sincerely worried for her cervix. You once read a thread on Twitter about the time some girl got fucked so hard by this guy, he knocked her entire uterus behind her rib-cage and she had to get vaginal surgery to get it fixed. And at the rate guy#1 is going, you wouldn’t be surprised if Avery winds up coughing out her entire pelvis by the time it’s all over with.

”You must love letting the neighbors know when you’re over here getting your brains fucked out. Why don’t you invite them over to watch sometime?” Guy #2, the patronizer, spoke.

“WE LOVE A SHOW—!”

Your hand impulsively shot out to clasp over Jimin’s mouth, where you then smothered his giggles the best the you could with a scold. Thankfully, your window was still closed and the wet smacks were loud enough to overpower his brief volume, sparing you the heart attack.

“Tell you what,” Guy #2 continued, who you concurred had a voice naturally deeper than the ocean, even without it being heated with lust. “Since this is the last time we get to have you for a while, we’ll let you cum one more time. But, you gotta do it while I fuck your throat. Deal?”

“Yes sir,” the girl immediately responded, desperate and eager.

Your eyelid began to twitch as if there was wire-shorting in your brain; whereas Jimin’s body began to flail out in wild convulsions, as if he’d been touch by The Holy Ghost. You began pulling at your hair as you listened to the sloppy gargles that picked up from across the the yard, the explicit and decipherable noises of someone getting a rod crammed down their throat making the base of your neck pulse at the surrealism. But for some odd reason, your mouth began watering like crazy, instead of going dry..

“Ah, shit,” guy #2 hissed in pleasure, clearly not holding back as you could hear him bobbing in and out of her throat, getting a good feel and enjoying himself at her expense. “Alright, little girl. I wanna here you choke on it as you cum now.”

Both men began groaning very, very hypnotically as Avery (you assumed) did as told, mewling out around the cock in her mouth. You curled into a fetal position as these vivid images played out into your head on their own accord, their identities being the only thing missing as the throaty gurgles and sloppy wet sounds provided enough leadway. But apparently, being throat-fucked seemed to be quiet pleasing to her, because she soon gasped out in giddy relief as her windpipe was suddenly cleared… making a bit of your soul leave your body from the sincerety in words of gratitude.

“Thank you so much.”

You actually wanted to scream.

“That, my friend, is a bad bitch,” Jimin announced with a round of applause, not paying any mind to your emotional breakdown. A theoretical lightbulb then popped up over his head, and before you knew it, he snagged your Bluetooth speaker off your dresser and headed for the window— a man on a mission.

“What are you doing?” You shivered, still traumatized but warily eyeing your best friend as he opened your window seal and whipped his phone out, flashing you a cheeky grin.

“Deepthroat, by Cupcakke,” He declared, and it was already too late. He held the pill-shaped speaker out as far out of the window as he could, and turned the volume all the way up.

♫ ♪~ DongDongdong— Dong, DongDong-Dong~♫ ♪

♫ ♪ "HUMP ME! FUCK ME!

DADDY BETTA MAKE ME CHOKE— (YOU BETTA)—” ♫ ♪

You wailed in agony, unable to hold yourself back any longer. As soon as the lyrics began to play, it triggered an instinct of flight and you broke into a full-blown Naruto-run for the hallway, your arms slanting out behind your back and everything. Jimin left the speaker playing on the seal and darted after you, cackling like a seagull as you were honestly trying to escape him.

“Why the fuck do you run like that?!” He wheezed, tears rolling down his face as he collapsed onto the couch, clutching his stomach.

“I watched a lot of manga as a child!” You screamed out at him, jumping from toe-to-toe like a maniac as your anxiety was soaring through the roof. “Turn it off!”

♫ ♪ MY TUNNEL LOVES A DEEP-THROAT,

LICK, LICK, LICK, LICK,

I WANNA EAT YO DICK,

BUT I CANT FUCK UP MY NAILS,

SO ILL PICK IT UP WITH CHOPSTICKS—♫ ♪

"Mouth wide open! Mouth wide open!” Jimin chanted along, weakly pumping his fist into the air to the beat of the song as he was too amused to give a fuck. And you had to admit, this was just as comical as it was nerve-wrecking. You kinda wanted to hide, really wanted to laugh, but very much wanted to cry? But more importantly, you had to go turn it off before confrontation. Because it was fucking blaring loud enough for the whole damn neighborhood to hear, and it was coming from your room.

“You fucking asshole!” you cried, mustering up all your courage as your arms propelled into wings before hauling ass back into your room. You dove for the window, Jimin pissing himself in background, and you didn’t dare to even glance across the yard as you snatched your speaker back and slammed the window shut. Your heart hammered inside your chest as you frantically mashed the power button, eventually shutting all sound off before chunking it across the room as if it was cursed.

You then stormed back into the living room to beat Jimin’s ass, but you really didn’t stand much of a chance before your own amusement got the best of you, once you finally calmed down. Jimin later got a phone call from the legendary deep-throater herself— little Miss Avery— and she too was laughing into his ear about how clever his choice of song was. She then informed him that there won’t be anymore nightly occurrences like that for a while, as she was taking a couple months off from school to go back to her hometown to see her family. But even after it was all said and done with, it still stuck with you throughout the whole night.

You were, without a doubt, appalled by what you heard. Everything about it seemed so filthy and raw. However, as you laid in your bed, your body was still on fire and your inside were still running amuck with adrenaline. Craving something, it seemed; and you didn’t know what to do about it until your mind wondered over to the vibrator in your drawer.

It then occurred to you— after reaching a 3rd orgasm in a row, just by recalling the way they spoke to her— that maybe.. just maybe…

.. you aren’t really that innocent, after all.

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~ A/N: first of all, i promise this is not a cracc. I’m just trying to break the ice before getting into the angst and smut and what-not. Secondly, I’m not sorry about the Cupcakke or Naruto reference. Thirdly, I’m really fucking salty right now because I stayed up until 6 o’clock this morning (I started at 8 last night) editing this post to perfect it as best as I could, and I SHIT YOU NOT, I had everything ready to go and was just about to enter the tags in before posting when the tumblr app literally crashed and didn’t save SHIT. So sadly, this is still a rough draft. But I hope that’s okay. And finally, I will be making this a series and the next chapter will be officially introducing TaeKook:) I’m egg-cited. So please, my little angel muffins, tell me what you guys think! I’m needy as fuck so feedback is crucial! 🤗

— Tatertot. 💜

piercings and tattoos | knj + myg

↳ Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader x Min Yoongi

↳ Word Count: 8k

↳ Genre: established relationship!au, time jump (about a year later), threesome, sex with a stranger, dom!yoongi, switch!namjoon, sub!reader, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, anal sex, slight bondage, slight panty fetish, multiple orgasms, slight sir kink, pet names, dirty talk (LOTS!!), sloppy seconds, facial, everybody’s got body piercings, yoongi’s also kind of a dick!

↳ Notes: i…. i don’t know what happened here…. i only know that this was two months in the making and i literally double this fic in size over the course of a single day. i am EXHAUSTED! but please enjoy the fruits of my labor fhdsjf

     → read part one HERE and part two HERE [i’ll add the links later]

“That guy has been staring at you all night, babe.”

Namjoon spun his head around so quickly you thought he might snap his neck. You laughed at the way his ears turned red, not used to receiving much attention outside of you. And especially not from other guys. You’ve seen your fair share of girls hit on your boyfriend, but another man staring down Namjoon was something new.

“Could you be any more obvious?” you said, still laughing.

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