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Masked - J-Hope (Rated)

whoops accidentally slept til noon my bad. Anyway, here’s the very much anticipated filthy, kinky Hobi smut. I really hope you guys like it…ah, I’m worried xD Anyway much love to all of you and especially the anon who first requested this!

Warnings: major D/S themes, breath play, spanking

           The walk to the dance studio seems somehow longer this time. You’ve made the trip a hundred and one times before but this time, with your heartbeat pounding in your ears, it seems like you’ll never reach your destination. Even with Hoseok’s arm firm around your shoulders, pressing you against his side, you feel almost sick with nerves. He’s quiet, more so than usual, and most people walking by would assume it was just because of the late hour.

           If they knew what he had in the black bag slung over his shoulder, they would know they were very, very wrong.

           In a blink, you’re in front of the door to your destination and it’s only when Hoseok picks up your free hand that you realize you’re shaking.

           “I love you,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses against your fingers.

           “I love you too, baby,” you choke back. Your voice wavers and you curse internally.

           “You ready?”

           Oh god, are you.

           “Yes.”

           He pulls you in close by the arm around your neck, free hand coming up to hold your cheek as he kisses you hard, mouth soothing over yours. You whimper in his hold, the way he crowds over you making you feel almost painfully little, and he nips at your mouth until you’re panting against his lips. You don’t notice him opening the door until he backs you up into the room. It’s a losing battle trying to control your breathing as he pushes you against the back of the door, reaching to slide the lock shut with a resounding click.

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devoted (m) | jhs

⇢ summary: jung hoseok is infamous for wanting nothing to do with commitment of any kind, at least until he decides he wants to knock you up. (fuckboy au, biker au)

⇢ genre: smut entirely pwp

⇢ word count: 2.31k

⇢ warnings: sexual content (impregnation kink, cum play, dom & sub tones, penetration, dirty talk, sex on a motorcycle, light degradation, creampie)

⇢ note: i’m blaming this on my primarily smut writer friends (who know who they are) for corrupting me as well as the fact that i am too ill to write much better. i am so sorry jksgaf

More than anything, after all these years of pointless hook ups, Jung Hoseok makes you want to light yourself on fire. You mean that in both the absolute best and worst possible way.

Twenty minutes prior, you were in the club. Vodka sloshed through your bloodstream like liquid adrenaline as you rocked your hips back and forth, dizzying lights overhead blurring your vision. The club was just as terrifyingly sweaty and close-knit as the ones you see in movies. People’s bodies crushed against one another in a fit of hormonal liberation, grinding and pulsing on each other in the hopes of bringing someone home for the night.

At the time, you had absolutely no idea where Irene went in the past twenty minutes. Probably scrambling off to fuck someone she met on the cold floor of the club bathroom, leaving you behind to the figurative wolves.

Someone tall gripped at your hips with ferocity, their nails digging into your skin through the tight, thin fabric of your dress. You pushed your ass back into their already half-hard crotch upon instinct alone before the familiar scent of woodsy cologne cut through the alcohol infused air.

“Up for a quick fuck, princess?” Hoseok had asked, his rough voice tickling the shell of your ear.

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bedroom kitten ; jjk | (m).

⇨ “you’re only mine now”

pairing ⇁ jungkook | reader

theme ⇁ smut | hybrid!au

warnings ⇁ language | rough, explicit smut | hybrid x human smut | restraints | oral | cum play | breath play | spanking | stretching? | daddy kink | breeding kink | depression! | porn with a sad plot lmfao

word count ⇁ 6.797

note ⇁ this was my first hybrid au and I didn’t play close enough attention to how readers would perceive the plot. for this reason i have remastered the story and altered the plot. if you’ve read the old version please leave a comment on your thoughts, also reblogging this would be appreciated as it is remastered. thank you!

There is an unsettling silence swirling through the air the very second Jungkook steps foot in his apartment. It is a silence induced by both heartache and hostility, and while the heartache is mutual, the hostility ignites from one end, flickering burns on not one but both tongues.

He pushes the door and steps in, containing his sigh of exhaustion as you trudge in soon after him. You’re oozing with despondency, glossy curls shielding your heavy gaze that is stuck to your tennis sneakers that squeak upon the varnish pasted to the wooden floor—naturally showcasing your childlike, mischievous attributes.

Jungkook throws his keys aside and drops your mini suitcase to one corner of the entrance. You watch him stride ahead of you, heading for the kitchen. He turns back not even once to glance at you let alone check if you are okay.

You stand stiffly at the door, sniffing the air briefly with a sullen expression. You almost whimper, lifting your hand to wipe your nose against the material of your silk white shirt. Stroking the tip of your nose delicately, you force a feeling of comfort around yourself.

It doesn’t work.

With your sharp nails grazing your neck, long, lean fingers hooking themselves to the edge of your dull pink collar, your youthful eyes spot your numerous toys scattered across the living room. You’re quick to descend on to the thick, fluffy carpet sprawled across the floor of the living room, accidentally switching on the television as you position yourself on all fours.

Jungkook switches on the gas stove, toppling a pot with steaming water before settling it upon the orange, blue flame aggravating below. You can tell so without looking. It was a task incorporated into his daily routine.

You stretch yourself leisurely, ass hoisted up into the air as you flick several toys left and right. Your hands, that have curled inwards to resemble paws, melt into the soft carpeting as the the knots in your lower back undo themselves and your animated tail straightens itself out. You softly whimper, biting into your bottom lip.

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barbarian → hoseok

↳ pairing: hoseok/reader | smut, light fluff, angst if u squint

↳ au: viking!hoseok

↳ warnings: impregnation kink, breeding kink, light lactation kink, cum play, creampie, cum eating, rough sex, light dom/sub tones, PWP basically

↳ word count: 2.5k

⁙ summary: your husband, hoseok, comes home from a raid with the need to make you pregnant with his child

⁛ A/N: this fic is for the lovely @kinkjungkook bc i love her

⁖ DISCLAIMER: this is loosely based/inspired by history’s show vikings! in this au vikings aren’t just europeans lol we got a whole ass melting pot of vikings up in this bitch.

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catch your death (m)

➾ jung hoseok x reader, hybrid au

➾ 5.1k

➾ summary: jung hoseok has always been your number one antagonist. as a snow leopard hybrid, the only one in the kingdom— you’re always just too much for him— too pretty, too cold, too elegant, too weak to match up to his standards of a competent fighter. so when you’re betrothed to him in a very unusual matrimonial ceremony, its natural that your blood should run cold, because you hate him to the core. right?

➾ warnings: exhibitionism, orgasm denial, breeding kink, creampie, cum eating/ cumplay

➾ a/n: happy birthday to our sunshine boy who will always be our ray of hope :”) thank you hoseok, for always working so hard for us, you did so well!! i also dedicate this to @94hixtape, the biggest hoe(seok) i know bc she requested me to write this months ago and also bc like hoseok, she deserves all the love in the world. 

enjoy!!! this will be hoseok’s part for my breeding series :-) 

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adjustment (m) | jung hoseok

source: x

pairing: Hoseok x Reader genre/warnings: smut, fluff, chiropractor!hoseok, patient!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, rough-ish, oral sex (recieving) words: 7138 summary: At Kim-Jung Chiropractics, they meet your every need, and today it’s not just your back that needs aligning.

a/n: I promise it’s not a cheesy porno :’)

You can’t help but let out a pained gasp as you climb from your car, the twisting of your lower back with just one foot on the pavement triggering a momentary stab of agony at the base of your spine. The area had been tender all week, the sudden sharpness kicking in only every now and then but immobilising you regardless, and you were completely fed up.

It was a god send that you’d managed to slot in a last minute appointment at Kim-Jung Chiropractic, and with it being a Friday afternoon you were even just thankful you’d made it in time - leaving work a little early had paid off for you to miss the hometime rush.

Leaning up and out, you finally straighten yourself with a sigh, groaning as you reach back in and over to the passenger seat to grab your handbag before shutting your door and locking it firmly. Walking into the office feels somewhat strange, unfamiliar, and you think back to the one time prior that you’d been in; before the renovation.

It wasn’t much different, still bright white, clean walls, but the new carpet was a nice touch and the armchairs had been reupholstered to a much more comfortable looking soft leather rather than the plastic they’d had before.

The pretty girl behind the desk smiles brightly when you approach and promptly asks for your name and appointment time, typing quickly in her computer before guiding you to sit for a mere two minute wait on Dr Kim’s current appointment.

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Run Little Rabbit

; Wolf Shifter!Hoseok x Rabbit Shifter!Reader

; Genre: Smut, a little angst, a little fluff

; Word Count: 15.3k

; Warnings: Dom!Hobi, Sub!Reader, degrading talk, dirty talk, overstimulation, forced orgasms, impregnation kink, creampie, cumplay, knotting, possessive talk/behaviour, biting, rough sex, spanking, squirting, everything is consensual!

; Synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesn’t like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and you’re the only one he’ll accept?

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College is like a continuous circle of stress, tiredness, joy at getting a good grade before falling back into stress. It’s been like this for four years, and you’re beyond glad that this is your final year before you can finally be free of the confines of a classroom.

Your parents had already been querying whether you might want to continue on and do a master’s degree, considering your single history degree to not be good enough to get a good job. Which was ridiculous, because even though you weren’t sure what job you wanted - you were sure that history was the one subject that you hated the least out of everything.

So no, you would not be subjecting yourself to a further year of of stress and unhappiness. Particularly as you’d have even less chances to fail than you did in your four years of college until now. You and college hadn’t co-operated very well on the education front, so you really weren’t inclined to put yourself through even more. Probably the only saving grace of your college life had been your friends.

Coming from a small town like you had, you had never interacted with any predator shifters as they simply hadn’t existed in your town. Your town had consisted of the more fearful prey shifters and humans with the majority being either deer or rabbit shifters. Which was fine when you needed pleasant neighbours, but not so much for actually growing into a well rounded person.

As such, you’d grown up practically afraid of your own shadow and it had only been when you’d entered high school in the next town over that you’d finally been introduced to predators. Even so, they had only been dog and cat shifters. Back then it had been a point of pride that you’d got used to the dominance battles they had all the time, but entering college had been a shock to your system.

It had taken some serious convincing with your parents to let you attend the state college instead of the local community college in the city closest to you. You’d desperately wanted to experience the world outside of your insulated community, and the real world involved apex predators. If you couldn’t handle living and studying with them, then you could kiss goodbye to a job working with them.

Which of course meant you’d spent the first two months in college firmly inside your room, terrified to leave as you’d had a tiger shifter to your right and a wolf shifter to your left. It had only been a month after this that the wolf shifter, Jisoo, had dragged you out finally to try and convince you that she didn’t want to eat you.

Slowly becoming friends with her had meant becoming friends with her pack, who she had moved in with in her second year. You’d stayed in dorms for the whole four years, unable to find another prey shifter who was willing to live with you and unable to live with predators.

But her friends had proven to be nice and respectful, being careful to not play too rough or engage in too many dominance battles that would have you running away. If you’d told yourself five years ago that your best friends would be wolf shifters, you’d have laughed all the way home. Yet here you were, wedged between Jisoo, a black wolf, and your other best friend Jimin, a silver wolf.

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One Day // Namjoon

Request: You get baby fever. 

Pairing: Reader x Namjoon 

Genre: Fluff/Smut 

Word Count: 2.7k+

You just couldn’t help but stare at the adorable tiny baby that was on one of the ads of your favorite magazine that you get weekly. The newborn was being cradled in his mother’s warm embrace as she was rocking him to sleep in the rocking chair that was being promoted. 

Turning to the next page, another baby, but a bit older. You pouted in adoration seeing a wide toothless smile on his face and the excited spark in his eye as he sat in his high chair waiting for his mother to feed him some strawberry and banana Gerber. You knew the baby fever would hit you someday, but you didn’t think this soon. You and Namjoon were not too young, 26 to be exact, but still young to handle little versions of you two running around the house and destroying everything if they came out like your Joonie. Would you be ready? Would Namjoon be ready? Does Namjoon even want a kid now? 

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Haha dead

Tigerboy

➭ “You, a docile rabbit hybrid, have been waiting a long time to meet the mysterious tiger hybrid, Kim Namjoon.”

pairing: namjoon x reader genre: hybrid AU, smut wordcount: 9.3k

❀ 5 / 9 of my oneshot requests ❀

*warnings* : hybrid sex, rough sex, orgasm control, derogatory language during sex, possessive!Namjoon, dom!Namjoon, use of a collar, lovebites/marking, breathplay, hair pulling, mentions of knotting, this is basically porn

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He didn’t know what was up with his babygirl lately, but she was making his cock ache. Every time he turned around there she was spread out either on the sofa or the living room floor wearing some sort of t-shirt and tight pussy hugging panties. At first it was easy to deal with. A bit of a shock to his cock to see his little girl’s cunt outlined so perfectly in her pretty little panties like that before him, but guilt quickly killed any hard on that would rise up in his lap. But, there was only so much a man could take of having a pretty young girl bouncing around the house in cunt splitting panties. His cock eventually got over being guilty about getting swollen for her. Now it only throbbed to be inside her. Night after night he found himself getting into her hamper, finding her freshly worn panties and sniffing them while he jacked off in his bed. He never cum so hard in his life as he did while having his nose buried in her sweet smelling panties. And she was starting to tease him. He would swear his life on it. He’s see her out of the corner of his eye rubbing on her little panty covered pussy while she sat on the sofa. God how many times had he seen her do that. The one that got him the most was walking in to the living room and finding her on the floor, humping her little pussy into her hand. He should have turned and walked right out of the room but he couldn’t help it. He was drawn to the sight of her fingers digging into the crotch of her panties, splitting those small lips apart as she wiggled her hips and humped her hand. The sound of her little whimpers had his cock leaking and nearly shooting cum in his pants. That night after seeing her like that he was on his way to her bathroom, desperate to find that pair of panties. He never made it. As he neared her bedroom door, hear heard that sweet whimpering sound that she had made earlier that afternoon and stopped to listen. When she moaned his name that changed everything for him. He quietly pushed the door open and found her laying on her bed, naked from the waist down on her belly. Her small fingers rubbing around her clit and dipping into her glistening wet hole as her hips gyrated. He had to mount her. He pulled his clothes off and stepped up to the bed, his hand around his cock as he jerked with aching lust. He felt like an animal smelling a bitch in heat as his babygirl’s wet cunt scent hit his nose and filled his lungs. “Daddy’s here, babygirl.” She froze. Her head whipped around and her fingers froze inside her little cunt as she stared at him. “Daddy!” He reached out and grabbed her by the hips, dragging her toward him and the edge of the bed. “Daddy, Daddy what are you doing?” She cried out as her hands grabbed ahold of the covers on her bed in an useless attempt at trying to stop him from pulling her down the bed. He moaned as his dripping cock head pushed against the wet, tight lips of his babygirl’s cunt. “Sweet… wet… pussy.” he mumbled as he rubbed his cock over and over on her bald pussy lips. “Daddy is gonna give you… mmm… what you’ve been… teasing me… for.” He lined up the head of his cock with her hole and started pushing, digging his fingers into her hips as the head spread her open and started to disappear. “Ahhh… Daa… Daddy I wasn't… Daddyyyy!” Her legs kicked out on either side of his as he speared his babygirl’s virgin little cunt with the thickness of his cock. Once, twice, three times it took before he was finally able to get her little cunt down the complete length of his fuck meat. Each of her squealing cries making his cock even harder inside her clasping hole. He reached under her, found her clit and teased it, moaning as it made her little pussy grab at his cock. “Suck Daddy’s fuck meat with that little cunt.” He started moving slowly inside her, breaking the tight suction of her hole around the thickness of his cock. Her cries slowly turned into whimpers and moans as he moved faster, working his cock completely in and out of her little cunt. He dug his fingers once more into her hips, pulling her into his thrust. His gut ached as his cock moved inside his babygirl’s little hole. It was so good, so tight. The way it was making obscene slurping, sucking sounds up and down his shaft was making his balls tighten with every stroke. He was about to breed his own babygirl. Her little hole was going to make him cum. He couldn’t stop himself as he felt his cock growing thicker. His babygirl was crying out as her little cunt started to cum around his rutting cock and he didn’t care. His hips kept slapping against her young body. The smell of her sweet cunt cream scented the air around him and made him keep pumping harder and harder, driving him to keep fucking faster. To put every muscle he had into pushing as deep as he could into his little girl’s cunt, to push as far up into her belly as he could get and breed her little hole with his potent seed. When his orgasm hit he screamed. It felt like his cock was exploding inside her sucking walls, milking the incestuous seed from his swollen balls into waiting womb to breed her. And still he kept hammering her little cunt. All those days and nights of seeing bouncing around the house, teasing him with those panties, smelling them and jacking off to the smell of them filled his mind and his gut with the desperate drive to keep fucking her hole even as his cock started to soften inside her and slip free from her sucking grip. Even then his hips wouldn’t stop moving. He fell on top of her, trapping her beneath him in her bed. His slimy cock sliding against her ass as he continued to hump her. The ache in his gut for his babygirl driving his body to keep thrusting against her skin. “Daddy… Daddy can’t stop.” He moaned into her neck, his hand reaching between her legs and his fingers pushing into her cum filled hole “Ohhh god, Daddy,” she moaned, fucking herself on his fingers. “You want it… you want Daddy’s cock… in your little hole,” She whimpered as she strained underneath him, her hips lifting as she tried to get his fingers deeper into her hungry hole. “Yessss… want your cock… in me… Daddy.” Heat surged into his cock and lengthen. With a growl he flipped his babygirl over, spreading her legs wide and driving his meat into her cum dripping hole until her cunt was smashed around the base of his shaft pulling a scream from his little girl. “Gonna breed you… gonna breed you hard,” he growled as he rode her harder and harder, pounding down on his babygirl’s swollen cunt until she started contracting around his cock. Urgent need found him reaching under her, sinking his hands into her tight ass and pulling her faster and faster up into his speeding thrust. He’d never been so horny, so desperate, so hungry to fuck a cunt… to breed a cunt in his life as he was right then. He roared as the first rope of seed shot out of his cock. He jammed her cunt down hard onto the root of him and felt the next throb of cum fire against her womb. Again and again he stabbed his meat into her, forcing her womb against the cum shooting head as the urge to breed rose him so hard for his babygirl. He fell asleep between her thighs to the feeling of her little cunt sucking on his throbbing meat. And when he woke, it was to the feel of her little cunt still sucking on his throbbing meat as she sat on top of him riding his swollen cock.

glow for me | m

◇ in which Taehyung tries to ensure the outcome that he wants.

◇ Taehyung x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ words: 1.3k

◇ requested by anon; ohmygod you’ve got to write that creampie from vampire taehyung ahshdhfkkvjdhsjdjbh

◇ (in reference to my nsfw alphabet for vampire!taehyung) aND YES I COMPLETELY AGREE SOMEBODY HAD TO DO THIS jesus take the wheel

◇ warnings: creampie, overstimulation, really short, pregnancy kink, bloodsucking, major age gap of hundreds of years???? Lmao

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Taehyung was exactly 734 years of age.

Now, in the 713 years he has spent as a vampire, he’s been with numerous men and women; tried the strangest positions, spent hours indulging his deepest and darkest desires, dipped his toes into the pool of strange kinks and methods. And nothing — nothing — will ever come close to pleasing him as much as filling you up with his cum did.

Maybe the mate bond enhanced every touch and sensation, maybe the sight of him trickling out of you made him lightheaded, maybe the thought of you practically glowing with a bulging stomach lit the possessive fire within him — gods, he didn’t know. Maybe all three were the truth (they probably were), but there was one thing he was certain of and that was that the feeling of your walls squeezing around him and welcoming his seed with open arms drove him to madness — and pregnancy was only a plus.

Even now, years later from the first time he had taken you, he couldn’t tire from the feeling, or the mental image he had created of you, his child in your stomach. He loved it. He loved you—

“T-Taehyung!”

You were a sight. Your hair plastered to your forehead and bite marks carved into your neck, your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust and mouth fighting to form words. He could taste your blood on his tongue, could almost taste your arousal in the air, and he was sure that his eyes had turned completely pitch black from the sheer overdrive of his senses.

Every time he bottomed out in you, your pussy would suck him back in, pulling a groan from his lips at the mere thought of what was to come. Your hips in his hands, his knees pressing to the bed and the slap of his pelvis against your skin had him panting — as he had said, nothing better.

How many times had you came? He had lost count, but from the sight of the fatigue that was most definitely taking control of your body or how your eyes fluttered shut every few seconds from overstimulation, he guessed you were on number four.

“Tae!” You gasped wetly again, your head hitting the disheveled pillow beneath you with a dull thud and your neck stretching long and smooth. His eyes zero in on the bite marks he had reopened just minutes ago, then the trickle of blood that seeps from it. That’s his mark — because you’re his, his, his. Each thought is punctuated with a hard thrust that has you struggling for breath and Taehyung grunting into the hot air. “Ngh – I can’t – can’t take another one—!”

“I’m sure you can, my love,” he coos, breathless yet still mischievous enough to grin dangerously. He licks his lips, the faint taste of your blood sending a shiver up his spine. He meets your unfocused eyes, holding your gaze as he fakes innocence. “What’s wrong, huh? Does it feel good? You say you can’t take anymore but you want to, don’t you? Because you like not being able to take it—”

You keen in approval. Taehyung clenches his jaw, fighting to keep himself in control, and his eyebrows knit together in concentration as he hears your heart rate accelerate suddenly, your breathing speeding up and up and up and your pussy clenching around him so hard that he sees stars — then, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches and you can’t even muster a scream. You lock around his cock so tightly that he fears moving will hurt you, but he knows you’re able to take it so his hips continue their plight to ride you through your fourth orgasm.

When you come down, falling limp to the bed with a tired moan, Taehyung can only grin. He’s still painfully hard inside you and his fangs are cutting into his bottom lip with the effort of not taking another drink of you, but again, Taehyung has had years of practice to control himself.

“Fuck,” you sigh, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Everywhere aches and you feel weak but not satisfied, and it’s all because Taehyung hasn’t let himself go yet. You had an inkling of suspicion that it had something to do with the mate bond and the need to… well, mate, but you knew this burning in your lower stomach wouldn’t stop until he was fucking his cum into you—

Taehyung watches in amusement as you whimpered weakly and began to raise your hips against his.

“Look at you,” he whispered, bending and licking the line of blood that had stained your neck. His hips began moving slowly again, strong yet languid movements that made him sigh. “You’ve came so many times and yet you’re still begging for me.”

You moaned fruitlessly, eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the movement of his hips — but he couldn’t have that, no, he needed you receptive to every movement and every touch, and so his gentle thrusts became rough rams into you, giving you just seconds to catch your breath before he repeated.

“I could make you cum so much that you’d cry,” Taehyung grunted, breathing heavily, “And you’d continue, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t stop until I came inside you — until I filled you up, huh? Got you pregnant?”

You answer with a loud gasp, and Taehyung grins, filled with adrenaline. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Be – be  pregnant with my child? Fuck, you would, of course you would, you’re my girl, my mate—”

Taehyung breaks off in a silent grunt, his eyebrows tilting low and his eyes narrowing in on yours as ecstasy courses through his body — at the last second, he bends and breaks the skin on your neck like he had earlier, the taste of your blood only heightening his senses and the pleasure running through his veins.

Fuck, this is what he meant. Your walls massaging and clenching around him like they depended on it, pulling his cum deeper and deeper and into your awaiting womb. There was honestly and truly nothing better than this, and that was including all 710 years of Taehyung being a bachelor and able to fuck around like he was king of the world.

He coos gently even minutes later when his orgasm has faded away, rocking his hips gently as if it was going to push his cum deeper into you. It’s only when you murmur something unintelligible and wind your arms around his shoulders that he collapses on top of you, licking at your neck.

“You’re horrible,” you whine, still panting. Your limbs tremble at the mere idea of moving and you feel as if you’re pulsating with the aftershocks of your lovemaking. Taehyung only chuckles deeply, nuzzling his nose against your cheeks affectionately. It’s all so sweet and intimate, despite the fact that he was still buried inside of you and would occasionally rock his hips. “Why do you always do this?”

He shrugs, but you have a feeling that he knows exactly why. “Just because,” he murmurs, kissing along your jaw. “You’re mine. I want everyone to know… Whether that’s from your bite marks, or from…”

He drifts off, but the hand gently massaging your stomach says much more than whatever he could have. “When the time comes, I’ll only be happy to raise a child with you. Or more than one.”

“Might not be that far off,” you tease sleepily, “With how you’re going.”

And who knows? Maybe there was already a vampire bun in your oven…

Maid For You (m)

The frilly skirt you wore rode up the back of your thighs as you stretched to reach a difficult spot beneath Jeongguk’s bed.

Your final perusal of his room after your thorough vacuuming and dusting had left you satisfied and you’d just started to make his bed, narrowly restraining yourself from face planting on the thousand threadcount Egyptian cotton sheets, when a gleam from the back of the headboard had caught your eye.

Now you grunted in exertion, extending your arm as far as it would go while channelling Elastigirl from The Incredibles. Your fingertips barely kissed the cool surface of the mysterious shiny thing residing beneath the maknae’s bed.

Being Bangtan’s dorm maid, this certainly wasn’t the first time you were contorting into weird positions to keep their humble abode spic-n-span. You had lost count how many times you had found rotting cheetos behind Namjoon’s work desk or condom wrappers shoved into weird places in Yoongi and Jin’s room. After finding guitar picks inside the toothbrush mug in Taehyung and Namjoon’s bathroom you’d stopped asking questions.

Not that anybody was there to answer for themselves anyway. The boys had never seen you in person, what with you working your magic only on weekdays and only when they were out and about. You had received specific instructions from the company to endeavour to avoid running into them. Emphasis on endeavour. Apparently, good cleaners work in silence and anonymity.

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Perhaps I screamed

discipline and punish (m)

➾ 5.7k 

➾ sub!jeon x noona reader

➾ warnings: degradation, humiliation, chastity cage, rutting, spitting, unprotected sex, creampie, creampie eating, aftercare

➾ summary: when your brat of a boyfriend shows up unexpectedly at your workplace, you decide you have to teach him a lesson.

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Ooof this series was fricken good

instant gratification (m)

fuccboii jk x cheerleader! reader ft sex in an instant photobooth

7k, smut

WARNING: this is just pure smut no plot whatsoever lmao and it’s filthy as hell read at ur own risk

01 | 02 | 2.5 | 03 (complete)

11.57am [Jeon Jeongguk]: Quad. Now.

The brevity of his text should annoy you, but it only ignites a desire that burns insistently till it’s quenched. With your screen brightness turned down this low, it should be hard for anyone but you to decipher the words on your screen, but you still jump in surprise and guilt when your roommate, Sejong taps you on the shoulder.

“Hey, don’t forget practice is at 12.30pm today, don’t be late!! Coach already seemed near the end of her rope the last time and the team sure as hell doesn’t need her cracking down any harder. Got it?” Sejong might be your dearest roommate, but as captain of the cheer team she definitely takes her duties very seriously.

Swallowing back nervous laughter, you attempt to flash her an easy smile. “Yes, I promise I’ll be there on time!! It won’t happen anymore, I swear.”

You quickly stash away your phone in your bag and finish adjusting your knee socks before standing and bidding her a hasty goodbye.

“Wait, you’re leaving now? There’s still like half an hour before we start!” Sejong narrows her eyes at you just as your hand lands upon the door handle. Even facing away from her you can feel her scrutinising gaze on your back, and your urgency to leave the room increases.

“Uhh… yeah, you said my splits needed some work last time right? I think I’m gonna go in early and get some practice in.” To your own ears your excuse sounds flimsy and coupled with the slight tremor in your voice, you’re almost definitely sure that Sejong will call you out.

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Pink Panther (m)

Hybrid AU Pairing: Jin x reader Rating: Explicit  Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, oral sex (female receiving), impregnation kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk  Word count: 13K 

Below is the belated birthday fic I wrote for my precious @rbuns!  I hope you like it, bra, and I’m so sorry it’s so late *squishy hugs* <3 <3 

“Oh pants!”

Scrambling to catch the pen that’d leapt out of your hand at the sudden call of your name, your eyes dart across your crowded desk to the red, blinking light of the intercom which had just spoken to you so abruptly.  At least you presume that that’s what it is that’s flashing at you so; it’s a little difficult to tell underneath the stacks of paper that lay so haphazardly around it.  

Pen now safely tucked behind your ear, you actually have to resort to rising up out of your chair in order to find the damned thing, your heart fluttering nervously as you hastily try to remember which button it is that you’re supposed to press to reply.  You jab at the largest one, hoping for the best.

“Y-yes, Mr Kim?”  

You can’t remember the last time your boss communicated with you via anything other than email - apart from perhaps the odd pleasantry as he’s breezed past your desk on his way in and out of the office at each end of the day - so it seems only fair for you to lay the blame for your rustiness with the intercom system solely on his broad shoulders.

“Can you come in here for just a moment, please?”  

“Sure thing!” you agree compliantly, head bobbing up and down to an otherwise empty office, releasing the intercom button only to assault it again a mere split second later with a hastily blurted out, “Sir!” in some poor attempt to claw back any semblance of professionalism.

Honestly, you’d think that after so long working here that you’d know how conduct yourself properly.

Briefly pausing to check your reflection in the little mirror that you keep stashed away in your top drawer for moments such of these you ensure that there are no lingering gloops of mascara in the corner of your eyes, and as you round your desk a moment later, straightening out your skirt, it’s only very narrowly that you manage to avoid snagging your stockings on its pointed, wooden corner.  

You swear you wouldn’t be so much of a bumbling idiot if it weren’t for the fact that your boss, Kim Seokjin, is quite possibly one of the best looking men you’ve ever laid your eyes on.  As someone who’s fairly awkward at the best of times, coming face to face with someone who’d look more at home on the centre spread of a magazine than an office is more than a little problematic, and it’s with a frustrated sigh that you have to turn back halfway when you realise that you’ve left your diary back at your desk, open faced with a half-drunk cup of coffee resting on its pages.  

“Come in!” A voice calls from inside the office immediately after you’d meekly knocked its door, and it’s with a continuing coyness that you push it open and slip inside, shutting it behind you with a gentle ‘click’.  

Seokjin’s office is as dimly lit as it always is whenever you come in here; blinds drawn, no light save the small desk lamp that sits atop his pristinely organised desk and  the faint glow of the laptop computer which illuminates his face.  Your employer doesn’t look up on your arrival but you can tell from the twitch of the rounded ears nestled amongst his pitch black hair that he’s aware of your presence.  

Quietly, you wait for him to finish whatever he’s doing, holding your diary close to your chest and squeezing it as a way to calm your anxiety.  

As a hybrid of one of the most elusive and aggressive big cats of the world, Kim Seokjin has always intimidated you slightly.  You’re not sure where the feeling stems from, as it’s not as if you’ve ever witnessed him acting unpleasantly or unkindly in all the time you’ve worked for him - rather the opposite, in fact.  He’s quite the charmer when it suits him, entertaining clients with his enthusiastic sense of humour and disarming them with his good looks, usually over a lunch or dinner at one of the many fine dining establishments Seokjin so often likes to frequent.  You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve witnessed him close a business deal before he’s even made a start on his steak; rare, bloody and marbled with thin slivers fat, just the way he likes it.  

But now, sat silently amongst the many potted fauna that decorate and humidify his office, Seokjin’s similarity to the stealthy predator that makes up part of his DNA is all too apparent.  It has you making an unconscious effort not to breathe too loudly; a prey response that comes so naturally that you don’t even realise you’re doing it.  

“Turn the light on, if you like.”  He speaks so suddenly that you almost jump, your eyes darting over to the light switch to the side of you before returning straight to him.  He’s yet to look up from his laptop, his fingers softly tapping on the keys to provide the only sound in the otherwise silent room.  

“It’s alright, Sir, I’m sure I’ll manage.”  The keys fall silent and Seokjin looks up, his eyes immediately finding you from across the room.  You’d think you’d have gotten used to the yellowy green of his irises by now - that they wouldn’t unsettle you so - but they still do.  It’s not so much the colour that stirs a confusing mixture of emotions within you, but more the way they gently glow back at you in the semi-dark; a constant reminder that he’s a creature far more superior and impressive than the simple human-being you are.

“Come and sit, then,” he beckons, gently shutting his laptop with one hand and gently gesturing to the chair opposite him with the other, “You needn’t stand on ceremony.”  Muttering a quiet ‘thank you’, you sink yourself down as delicately as possibly, very aware of the way he’s watching your every move, hands now neatly folded in his lap.  

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Pour Up (m)

→ Words: 13,120.

→ Genre: Smut.

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Taehyung x Reader.

→ Summary: You like to pretend you hate Jungkook and Taehyung but sleeping with both of them doesn’t sound so terrible especially when you’re drunk and faded.

→ Warnings: Contains graphic threesome smut and unprotected sex. Double penetration. Coarse language. Mentions of alcohol and other drugs. Beware fuckboys.

→ A/N: There is a “keep reading” on this post. Whether or not the Tumblr app lets it show up, is out of my control. Sorry for the inconvenience if it doesn’t show up!

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