Incoming: Elite Chatboy (pt. 2)

marital bliss series masterlist (m)

⟶ summary: a trilogy (open to spin-offs of other members) of arranged marriage, accidental marriage, and marriage of convenience stories featuring rich!bangtan. listed in chronological order!

⟶ author’s note: watching penthouse, half of lie after lie, and one episode of world of marriage got me feeling some type of way lol. these fics aren’t like that besides the chaebol lifestyle aspect!

𝟘𝟙  𝟘𝟚  𝟘𝟛  𝟘𝟜  𝟘𝟝  𝟘𝟞  𝟘𝟟  𝟘𝟠  𝟘𝟡  𝟙𝟘 +

⟶ pairing: jimin x female reader

⟶ genre & tropes: angst, smut; arranged marriage/marriage of convenience

⟶ summary: It’s not a marriage that the either of you had wanted. It’s a marriage where both sides of the family were telling you and Jimin to keep a close eye on each other, saying that you cannot trust your spouse’s intentions. It’s a marriage that was shrouded in secrecy and poised to fail from the start. Every decision you and Jimin made must be carefully calculated to not upset the delicate balance you two have established. Nothing can stop things from getting a whole lot more complicated when you and Jimin have to add baby-making to the mix.

⟶ release: chapter one on to be determined

𝟘𝟙  𝟘𝟚  𝟘𝟛  𝟘𝟜  𝟘𝟝  𝟘𝟞  𝟘𝟟  𝟘𝟠  𝟘𝟡  𝟙𝟘 +

⟶ pairing: hoseok x female reader

⟶ genre & tropes: fluff, angst, smut; accidental marriage/marriage of convenience

⟶ summary: You were in Vegas for one last hurrah and bit of fun before you were forced to submit yourself to the drudgery that was responsible adulthood. You had no idea you would wake up from a night of mind-blowing sex, married to the man beside you. Bored out of his mind at Taehyung’s ‘bachelor party’ Hoseok is immediately enraptured by your beauty. When he finds himself leg-shackled, he is not as inclined to dissolve the marriage as you are, especially with his dying grandmother breathing down his neck about wives and children, threatening to disown him and take him off her will.

⟶ release: chapter one on to be determined

𝟘𝟙  𝟘𝟚  𝟘𝟛  𝟘𝟜  𝟘𝟝  𝟘𝟞  𝟘𝟟  𝟘𝟠  𝟘𝟡  𝟙𝟘 +

⟶ pairing: jungkook x female reader

⟶ genre & tropes: angst, smut; arranged marriage/marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers, scorned lovers with a past, second chance romance

⟶ summary: Ten years ago, you had run away from your family to pursue your dreams of becoming an idol. Eight years ago, those dreams were turned into dust and you were forced to beg your family to take you back in. Now, as a part of their agreement for making you a member of the illustrious Min family once more, you were forced to do their every bidding, including marrying the man you hated the most of all. 

⟶ release: chapter two on 06.30.21 (fingers crossed)

seo youngeun collecting fangirls since 2004

Set The World On Fire

Masterlist

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

Mafia AU

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

What Happened To Bruiser

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

only you | jjk

“no one else can fix me, only you”

⏤ pairing: jungkook x female reader

⏤ genre: established relationship au, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: mental health issues, extreme sadness, swearing, mention of traumatic event, mention of amnesia, mention of mental struggles, a lot of crying, mention of work pressure, mention of stress, mention of mental breakdowns, post traumatic stress disorder, mention of cowardice, remembering of trauma, mention of sex, mention of masturbation, a lot of making out, oral sex (m receiving), pet names, praising, penetrative sex, protected sex, and creampie

⏤ words: 7,450

⏤ summary: after a traumatic event, your world flipped upside down, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. an emptiness that has been eating you completely for the past year, but in the middle of the chaos that has become your life, there has been one person who has never left you. the only person that can fix you. jungkook.

⏤ author’s note: after reading this whole fic, i decided to not add or change anything about it since this was and still is an healing fic for me so i just corrected some small things here and there but for the rest, the fic is the same. i  want to thank every single one of you for everything you’ve done for the past year, it means the world to me! i hope you’ll enjoy this fic again ❤️

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Control | kth (m)

➳ pairing: ceo!taehyung x spouse f!reader

➳ genre: established relationship, pwp, smut, explicit.

➳ summary: you’ve been testing your husband’s patience for a while now, simply for fun. But you never imagined that he would take revenge this way.

— masterlist

➳ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~4.5K

➳ warnings: language, explicit sexual content, hard dom!taehyung, sub!reader, thigh riding, oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talking, pet names, praising, use of sex toys, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (be safe people!!), over stimulation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), big d*ck!taehyung, cream-pie — this is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent taehyung in any way!

➳ taglist: join my permanent tag!

➳ a/n: A huge thanks to @starlightauroras-main for beta-reading, literally what’d I do without you 😭? Banner made by the lovely @eerieedits 🤩 thank you so much val ❤️!!

The consistent ringing of the doorbell would’ve frustrated Taehyung any other evening, but this time it’s different. Tonight, he drops his phone on the living room couch, dashing for the door. As he takes the package from the delivery boy, his heart thrums excitedly. It’s finally here. He can’t wait for tomorrow morning.

Inspecting the box closely, Taehyung walks over to the center table, and tries to imagine your face when you open your gift. A deep satisfaction makes him smile.

“Baby, who is it?” Your voice snaps him back to the present.

He hides the box in the kitchen before answering you, “It’s the security, love! Just giving me an update about something.”

Happy that it was well hidden, he enters the bedroom and notices your sleepy form. Taehyung climbs up on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Goodnight, jagiya. Sleep tight!” A smirk lingers on his lips even when he falls asleep, already picturing the following day.

You wake up to a gentle pressure against your lips and the insistent pattering of rain against your bedroom window. Fluttering your eyes open, you notice your husband’s gorgeous face hovering over yours, dropping a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“I made breakfast, jagiya.” With that, he retreats from your shared bedroom. You whine in protest. Turning over on the far too cozy mattress, you blink at the digital clock on the bedside table, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

A smile plays at the corner of your lips, the longing to be with your husband dispersing the last of your drowsiness. Yawning softly, you kick off the warm sheets and stretch your arms until they make a satisfying popping sound. You listen to the rain thrum against the windows for a moment before getting to your feet.

You enter the bathroom and brush your teeth before getting ready for your shower. Despite the initial chilling cold, you manage to step beneath the calming spray. Soon enough, the warm water hits your skin and you clutch your vanilla body wash.

After finishing up with your shower, you dry your hair, getting ready for work, where your husband happens to be your boss. If you’re being honest with yourself, you never thought that you’d have your happy ending with him. Especially when he was so cold at first. But now, you couldn’t imagine your life without him in it. Shaking off the thoughts, you smile confidently at the mirror, doing a little twirl. Your stomach growls, reminding you to eat breakfast.

The living room and kitchen are unnaturally quiet, save for the rain and the purr of the expensive coffee machine your husband owns. A lamp illuminates the open space from a corner, fighting back the dreary weather.

Taehyung stands in front of the buzzing espresso maker, clad in a pair of sweatpants and cotton tee, which surprises you. Shouldn’t he be all suited up and ready for work? Head tilted down, he waits for the mug to fill up. It’s clear that he’s impatient, his left hand running through his hair, his biceps flexing. Shifting side to side, he gives you the exclusive view of his butt. He’s a sight for sore eyes.

You make your way over to him with a pleased sigh, curling both arms around his waist and pressing your cheek to his solid back. His rumbling chuckle tickles your warm, lotioned skin as you let yourself feel his entire form, drinking him in.

“So handsy,” he chides quietly and without any actual reproach. Turning off the machine and setting the mug of coffee down, he turns around in your grasp, affectionately carding a hand through your smooth hair. “Sleep well?”

With your face resting on his chest, you glance up. “Yeah. You let me sleep longer than usual today, Mr. Kim.”

A teasing and ever so slightly foreboding glint settles in his brown irises, making the gold flecks in them visible. “Don’t get used to it,” Taehyung remarks. “There’s a reason as to why I let you sleep. I wanted you to be… exceedingly rested.”

You raise your eyebrow in surprise, unable to keep your heart from jumping into your throat at his tone. “Oh? Let me guess… Another packed up day with meetings?”

Full mouth twisting into a minuscule smile, he runs his thumb along your jawline. “No, no! Today’s our day off. We’re having some fun today. I mean, I will most certainly have fun. As for you… Well, we will see about that.” Untangling himself from you, he nods over to the kitchen island. “Come on, have your breakfast.”

You nod, happily sitting down with him to eat the pancakes he prepared with your daily dose of caffeine. “Mm, these are so good and fluffy!” you say appreciatively, chewing on the soft pancakes that melt in your mouth.

Taehyung smiles, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. “I have a little something for you.” He strokes your skin beneath his thumb, looking at you expectantly.

“Really? That’s so amazing! Show me!”

Taehyung winks, motioning for you to finish your plate. “Ah, I love your excitement, sweetheart! It’s exciting indeed, but you’ll need to finish your breakfast first.”

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you complete your breakfast in record time. “What is it?” He points to the kitchen counter. Turning your head, you eye a previously inconspicuous package on the polished granite. “What is that?” you press, feeling oddly flustered.

“Oof, too many questions. Just open it already!” Taehyung says, still keeping his smile.

He gets up and steps away to lean against the counter, gesturing for you to start. You gulp nervously under his gaze, walking over to the counter and grabbing the box. The shiny, pastel-pink paper is almost buttery beneath your fingers as you pry it off the small rectangle, tatters of it decorating the stone.

Finally, the last piece falls away — and you can’t help but gasp softly. ‘Lelo – Wearable Smart Wand’, the box says in bold, elegant letters, right above a surprisingly tasteful depiction of it’s contents.

Next to you, Taehyung props his chin up on one fist, grinning from ear to ear as you lower your eyes, your cheeks heating up.

“Cat got your tongue, jagi?” he coos, treacherously innocent.

“…I’m – uhm.” Oh, you sound like someone who has never seen a sex toy before when you own one, for god’s sake! But… this? This is more than a little unexpected. You clear your throat, ignoring the surge of heat between your legs. “What exactly brought this on?”

He throws you a menacing glare. “You’ve been a very bad girl lately, don’t you think?” His tone makes you swallow. He notices the way you fidget nervously, biting your cheek. “Refusing my orders in bed. On a regular basis now,” he growls in your ear.

You shiver involuntarily, your pulse quickening. His attitude is exactly the reaction you expected when you thought of disobeying your dominant husband. But a sex toy? You never imagined your husband’s punishment for you to go down this route.

“Did you think that I would let you get away with what you’ve been doing?” Taehyung inches closer as he softens his tone, acting as if you aren’t the only people occupying the spacious kitchen who might hear his words. “Since you like testing my patience that much, I will test yours in return. If you think you can take it.”

His last sentence is as stern as the rest of his answer, but you immediately recognize it for what it really is – a question of assent. If you don’t want to continue, he’ll let it go without any complaint or reprimand.

But you do want to. You want this – him – always. He’s everything you’ve ever asked for.

Holding his tenacious gaze, you reach for the box and pull it closer before wordlessly returning your hands to his chest. Your noses brush briefly as Taehyung leans in, placing a kiss just below your ear.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, teeth grazing the tender skin. “I want you to change your clothes to something less professional now. And when you’re ready, join me in the living room. Don’t forget your present.” With that, he steps around you, leaving your flustered self alone in the kitchen.

The next few minutes pass in a dazed blur. You grab the package, making your way back to the bedroom, only to freeze in the doorway. He has made the bed and cleaned up the mess you left behind. Something warm and tender curls itself around your heart, making you smile softly. He keeps surprising you in the best ways, going from the demanding boss to the utterly loving husband.

After a long, mental debate on what you should wear for the day, you decide to go through your closet and try on the things you like. Somehow, it helps you. You’re quickly distracted by the dresses, thoughts of his present and words melting away.

Your mind stays empty until you are dressed in a short, flowy dress, the material barely able to cover your thighs. The bare skin suddenly reminds you of what’s about to come and you could swear the lace thong you are wearing is already wetting up.

You close the bedroom door gently behind you, inhaling a sharp breath. Crossing the open space of the apartment, you finally re-enter the living room. Taehyung is sitting on the couch, his eyes narrowed down at his laptop screen. Is he seriously working right now?

Brows knitted together in a little frown, you walk over to him, a pout adorning your face as he keeps gazing on the laptop, not even regarding your presence. His reading glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose, short sleeves rolled up even shorter, his strong muscles on full display.

Sexy, you think, fiddling with the box in your hands. You feel both embarrassed and intrigued by the thought of his hands around your throat. As if aware of your fruity mind, Taehyung steals a glance at you. Eyes sweeping from your toes up to your face, his darkening stare and stony-faced expression betray his sinful inner thoughts.

“Sit down,” he orders, after a few tense seconds of silence. Throat dry and movements shaky from nervousness, you take a seat in a corner of the couch. Without looking up at you, he grunts, complaining. “Y/N.”

You jolt up, confused, the package landing on the center table. Taehyung doesn’t bother to look at you, but there is a subtle smile playing on his lips and he is wordlessly patting one leg. There’s no need for him to elaborate; your feet carry you over to him hastily. Moving the laptop slightly, he gives you ample space to perch on top of his thigh, one arm snaking around you to continue what he’s working on.

Seconds pass into minutes. And even though your spot is quite nice, you are growing increasingly restless, wiggling closer to your husband.

“Impatient, are we?” Taehyung utters, without sparing you a single glance. “I suppose that’s my fault. You’re so used to getting what you want from me.” You turn your head to nuzzle his neck, enjoying the feel of his satisfied hum as you kiss the sensitive spot just beneath his jaw. His fingers comb through your hair strands, gentle at first, but tightening in the next moment, pulling you away. “You have to wait,” he mutters, seemingly unruffled by your seduction.

But there is obvious proof tenting his pants – proof that he’s just barely hanging on. You look down briefly and back up, only to find him staring at you with both amusement and exasperation.

“I can practically see the gears in your head turning, jagiya.” Letting go of your hair, he resumes his work. “You’re not getting a single inch. Not until I feel like you’ve earned it.” Taehyung reaches for the wireless mouse next to the laptop and pauses, tilting his head as if considering something. “Maybe I should give you a reminder.”

He grabs one of your legs, making you turn until you are straddling his thigh. The gusset of your panties press against the soft material of his sweatpants. “You can get off, if you want to.” He smiles, kissing the curve of your cheekbone. “But I’m not going to help you. If that’s not enough, you’ll have to settle for sitting here… just like this.”

Clutching his shoulders for support and burying your face in his neck, you shudder. It’s hard to decide whether you love or hate this with every emotion far too tangled up in the aching need rushing through your veins.

The first, careful sway of your hips makes you gasp. Soaked lace slides against your clit, barely an obstruction for his leg, the pressure deliciously perfect.

Your second rocking is a little harder, immediately followed by the next. Soon, you are riding him steadily, the spiraling pleasure making you sigh and moan. Taehyung lets you have your way, clicking and typing without pause. But he isn’t unaffected - his heartbeat is rapid and his breathing shallow, coming as short bursts.

“Taehyung—” His name is barely more than a whimper, caused by the clenching of his solid muscles, pushing against your core.

“Already?” he chokes, surprised. Finding the swell of your ass, he grasps the soft flesh desperately.

“I’m sorry, I just–” Your apology is cut off by your climax, your own thighs shaking and tensing. Eyes falling shut, you cry out, forehead resting on the ball of his shoulder. Tremors keep running and running through you, your body held steady by strong hands that guide you through it. Taehyung’s sweatpants, wet where you’ve just come, stick to his skin.

“Fuck.” The single, growled expletive marks the end of your husband’s patience.

Before you can catch your breath, he snaps his laptop shut and shoves it to the side. Taehyung lifts you up to drop you on the soft cushions. Gaze sharp and filled with desire, he looms over you like a vengeful ruler, reaching for the zipper of your dress and undoing it hastily. The material falls away easily, just like you planned, the delicate linen gathering at your sides. He bunches the loose clothing around your waist, leaving only the peach colored thong. Your nipples are erect, one of them being caressed by his thumb.

“Can’t believe you,” he mutters, immediately bending down to start covering the space with kisses and bites. “Can’t believe how ready you always are for me, good lord.” The scratch of his stubble is almost too much as he trails further down, tongue grazing the edge of your belly button. “Need you in my mouth. Want to taste how sweet you are.”

There is no chance for you to move, even if you wanted to. Arms winding around your thighs, Taehyung leans in to pull your panties away and lap at your cunt with his tongue, groaning deeply. With each flick and drag, he inches closer, spreading you wide with his upper body, as if letting it go will kill him.

Overly sensitive as you are, you can’t stop the shaking of your hips and the noises escaping your throat. “I’m– ah– I can’t—”

Taehyung raises his head, just enough so he can speak, voice raspy but firm. “You can and you will. It’s not up for debate, sweetheart.” He gently scrapes your labia with his teeth, brown eyes glinting when you squirm. “I want you dripping and tender before I let you have your new toy – which means you’re going to come for me again. Like a good girl.”

Closing his lips around your clit, he starts to suckle, his eyes watching intently as he digs his fingertips into your skin, almost to the point of pain. You arch your back, hands flying into his hair and babbling words that are barely coherent.

For a few sparkling, blinding white minutes, there’s only bliss, only his tongue and warm breath as he murmurs encouragement and praise.

It feels like gravity has loosened its hold on you momentarily, only to immediately wrench you back to earth. The ceiling seems to spin and it takes significant effort for you to push yourself onto your elbows.

Taehyung stares, wearing a somewhat drunk expression, eyes and lips glazed and his hair completely disheveled. His pants are tight at the front, probably uncomfortably so. A shiver goes through your limbs when he places a last kiss just above your clit. “Perfect,” he mumbles. “That’s my girl. You’re more than ready for your gift now, don’t you think?”

You want to agree, to nod, or even give him the box, but he reaches for it before you can, smirking at the feeble state he has put you in.

He takes his sweet time, plucking the single piece of tape off with a needless flourish. Finally, he’s able to reach inside, lifting the toy with a satisfied and fascinated hum. It appears precious in the morning light, the smooth silicone held in rose-gold. It’s thick shape doesn’t resemble your own vibrator at all, looking a little like a wiggly ‘T’.

“I cleaned it before when you were changing your clothes,” he informs you and pulls something else from the box – a tiny bottle of lube. “I also got this.” He gives a throaty chuckle. “You’re probably wet enough, but…” Gaze dragging over your nude form, Taehyung sighs. “You’re so small and delicate.” An endearing look adorns your face, his worry making your heart flutter. He flicks the cap of the lube open, squeezing a generous dollop onto the toy. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me for permission to come.”

Leaning over you, Taehyung braces himself on the back of the couch, his occupied hand drifting down, down, until you can feel the blunt end of the toy nudging lace to the side and dipping between your slit. Your mouth falls open, lashes fluttering madly. You can’t help it though, his heated expression and the sensation of the vibrator are almost too much to take. There’s no resistance, just the faint, wet noise of it slipping inside, the flat end coming to rest on your clit.

“God, look at you,” he breathes. “How does it feel?”

“It’s…” You swallow nervously. “It’s good. Nice. But, Tae, it’s not you–”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He places a light kiss on the tip of your nose – too affectionate and too innocent for what he is doing to you. “You know why. It’s either this, or nothing at all.”

Pulling you upright, Taehyung pulls up your dress, redoing the zipper and properly covering you up again. You notice that he’s still rock-hard, the thick ridge of him straining his sweatpants.

“Maybe I could… help?”

He snickers. “Nice try.” Another kiss lands on the corner of your mouth, lingering, just long enough to be teasing. “Remember the file I sent you yesterday through email? It’s about an upcoming collaboration. Go through it and send me your ideas.” You gape at him after he has dropped back into his seat, his whole demeanor radiating cockiness. “Well? Do you need my invitation, Mrs. Kim?”

Slipping from the couch, you shoot him a look full of frustration, huffing a lock of hair out of your heated face. The motion jostles the toy between your legs, turning walking into a definite challenge. Pausing by the doorframe, you glance back.

Taehyung just smiles, quirking an eyebrow at you.

You’ve always been a trustworthy employee. That’s how he noticed you at first. But right now, any sort of comprehension is beyond you.

The pdf file on the computer screen describes the point of the collaboration and the goals the company is trying to achieve. But, most of it is simply blurring into a puzzling mess. The barely audible humming at the apex of your thighs intensifies, the part of the toy resting on your clit thrumming wildly for a moment before slowing to a frustratingly slow rhythm. This is the fourth time in fifteen minutes.

After you entered the home office, Taehyung started slowly, keeping your gift’s pace at a bearable minimum and actually giving you some time to read. But now he seems to be just fine with challenging your composure.

You moan a little when the speed picks up again, your head falling back from pleasure. Your panties are completely ruined, wet enough to slick your inner thighs.

Gosh, you need something to distract yourself.

Closing the file, you get up with unsteady legs and make your way to the washroom. The cool marble of the counters is a relief for your hot palms. You squirm towards the sink, splashing cold water on your face. It calms your nerves, the excessive heat from your skin lowering – until the entirety of the toy starts to hum, rubbing against your g-spot, clit, literally everywhere. You close the running tap, gasping and holding onto the edge of the sink. So close, so close and you need to come.

A calloused hand drifts around your waist, settling on your lower abdomen and guiding you back against a solid chest.

“Taking a break already?” Taehyung rasps, tickling your earlobe. “Or are you being lazy?”

You whimper. “No, no, I was just–”

“Hot?” He reaches for your face, the pleasant touch of his palm making you shudder. “Very good. I’m glad to know that you’re being punished properly.” Taehyung pulls his phone from his pocket. With a flick of his thumb, the buzzing toy within you starts swirling, drawing an undignified yelp from you. He smiles as if he isn’t inflicting torture of the meanest kind on you. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, legs giving out beneath you. His strong arms immediately grab you before you can hit the floor.

“Oh?” Holding you by the waist, he slowly backs you up against the counter. “Care to specify?”

“I’m sorry for– for disobeying you and testing your patience.” You are so, so close. Deep down, you pray that he’ll let you come this time.

“You’re not going to do it again, are you?”

“I won’t, I won’t, I – fuck, baby, please.”

The toy stops. You are still hovering by the edge, ready to fall over it, tears gathering in your eyes from being denied once again. You want to say something, curse him, maybe. But you only manage a few muffled words before he hauls you up effortlessly.

You feel very small as he carries you through the condo with long, decisive steps. Clinging to him, you nibble on his earlobe until he grunts out loud.

Your back hits the bed hard, the mattress creaking. Your mouths collide with a clack of teeth and shared moans, unashamed in the hushed light breaking through gray clouds and filtering through the windows.

“I know you need to come,” Taehyung mutters, inching away to tear at your dress, “but you can only do it around my cock.” The linen lands in a pile at the foot of the bed, followed closely by your panties.

You can only guess how you look like right now, shaken up and needy, thighs parted to reveal how shiny and puffy you are around the toy. It seems to be captivating enough for him to stare like he is taking his fill.

“You may think that you were the only one tormented today, but you have no idea -” he finds the end of the vibrator, gently pulling at it - “no fucking idea how many times I had to stop myself from leaving my seat to find you. Maybe fuck my hand while my gift makes your legs kick out.”

When the toy slides from you, it’s both relieving and disappointing, leaving you empty, wanting. He tosses it carelessly to the other side of the bed, discarding his tee next to it.

Your doe eyes drink in his broad shoulders, his defined pecs, his thick member as he pulls it free from pants and boxers, both now riding low on tapered hips.

Mine, your subconscious purrs. You sigh in agreement, the noise darkening his expression. He climbs up on the bed immediately, your mouth opening willingly for him. Taehyung tangles your tongues together in a passionate kiss, his hand roaming all over your body.

“How are you even real?” he whispers, tugging at your hair while you trail wet kisses across his face. He doesn’t need to extend the foreplay - you’re already more than ready to take him.

Giving you a brief peck on the lips, he moves to your jawline, going down your neck, biting you gently along the way. His lips worship you, kissing every bit of your silky skin as he finally positions himself along your aching entrance.

Your moans are muffled in his kiss when he smoothly penetrates you, your body alight from the euphoria. He growls, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Taehyung hugs you tight and your body instinctively clings to him, inviting him all the way in. So he complies, pushing himself as deep as he can go, his balls resting against your butt. You almost explode at the sensation, your walls clenching around him.

“Please… move,” you beg, the need surging inside you blinding any other emotions. He nods, staring to rock his hips. Frenzied moans escape you as his cock brushes your most sensitive spots. Encouraged by the sounds of your delight, your husband builds the pace up until he’s pounding you ruthlessly.

“Did I go hard on my princess today, hm? Pushed my jagi too hard?” You nod with a mewl, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave marks that’ll be visible the next day. “But you’re such a good girl. Took everything so skillfully.” Taehyung hums, his pubic bone grinding on your clit, a gasp leaving you. Desperate, you wrap yourself tight around him, pushing on his ass with your heels to have him deeper. He growls, giving you a hard kiss on the mouth. “I’m not going to last long, jagiya.”

Your enraptured moans accompanied by his guttural groans form a wicked melody, the sound getting more extreme with each of his thrusts. You surrender yourself to him completely. His cock starts hitting your cervix and g-spot with each thrust, a blinding sensation rocking your body.

The orgasm hits both of you simultaneously as you scream each other’s names in fervor, sweat and bliss dripping down your skin. Your walls pulsate around his throbbing length, milking him shortly after. Thick ropes of his cum fill you up, making you purr in satisfaction.

Eyes closed from pure ecstasy, you try to catch your breath. Taehyung leaves gentle kisses across your chest before resting his head on the soft flesh, sighing happily. You don’t know after how long you flutter your eyes open again, but he’s already looking at you with a very gentle smile on his lips – exactly opposite to his dominant side.

“Let me run you a bath.” He strokes your face, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“You’re joining me, right?” You nuzzle his hand, looking at him expectantly.

“Anything my sweet baby wants,” Taehyung murmurs, gently gathering you in his arms and carrying you into the bathroom.

the end ♥

author’s notes 💌:

thank you so much for reading bubs! hopefully you enjoyed the longest pwp i’ve ever written (damn i’m on a roll lol)! reblogs are highly appreciated 🥺💕! also leave your feedback if you want to 🥺❣️uwu!

I used the ‘bad girl’ couple here, in far future because things are complicated between them rn spoiler alert sorry not sorry jsgjfhk.

I’ve never written these type of themes before, so I apologise beforehand if there are any type of mistakes 🤧!! I did read a few fics where a character is hard dominant but still idhjksgk, i’m a newbie, please be gentle 🥺!!

ruin you [masterlist]

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem. reader

summary: best friend!jk teaches you the basics of sex, and essentially ruins you for anyone else

genre: smut (pwp, until further notice)

warnings: virgin!reader, the classic “I’ll teach you to fuck” trope, more listed per each chapter

status: complete

part 1: oral sex (m. receiving); crying kink; finger sucking; cum swallowing [1.6k words]

part 2:  hickeys; making out; fingering; mirror use; finger sucking; spit as lube; sex toy (mentioned); crying kink; jungkook cums in his pants [2.2k words]

part 3:  pillow humping; male masturbation; facetime sex; mentions of breeding + public sex; tiny bit of praise kink [2.6k words]

part 4: loss of virginity, protected sex, oral (fem. receiving), fingering, making out, crying kink, light spit play, the “you want me? go ahead and have me” thing from his live [3.3k words]

✧ Hiraeth | Introduction pt. 1 - y/n squad

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College!Jungkook x Reader sm/au

Genre: Comedy, Romance/Fluff

彡 Not having slept with anyone at your age is something you just don’t want to accept anymore. The only problem? Your mindset. Go big or go home. So what do you want? The most popular guy in college, that seems nice but interested in absolutely everyone but you, and for the first time, the hunter becomes the prey.

taglist:

@lovelyjkook @faithalenora

In which your angsty fuck boi of a best friend, Jungkook, has a “serious q”

CW: discussions of oral, baby girl used, Jungkook’s mouth and habit of being bossy

More angsty fuck boi best friend JK found on my blog under the tag afbbfkookie

THE ONE YOU NEED - JJK

after getting dumped, jungkook finally had the opportunity to swoop in and heal your broken heart.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — angst, fluff, smut

word count — 2k

warnings/tags — roommates!au, confession!au, softdom!jk, sub!reader, lots of cussing, swearing, reader is angry & upset, jk is in love w you, mentions of a bummy ex, crying, very soft, so much love, touching, romantic, sexual tension, hickeys/neck kisses, first kiss, explicit smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, soft dirty talk, overall very raw and soft

a/n: something short and sweet and a little fast paced 😰

inspired by this song 💗

“Literally FUCK HIM,” you curse whilst pacing around your apartment, clear frustration evident on your face as you threw a strop. Breakups were generally easy as it took a lot for you to get attached but this one… it wasn’t going too well.

You’d been in a mood all day after your boyfriend decided to call it quits all of a sudden because he felt you were “too high maintenance” which, on its own, was pretty offensive but that didn’t really tug at your chest. The fact that he couldn’t handle your high maintenance self made you wonder if anyone could ever deal with you.

At the moment, it looked like no one could.

Jungkook, sat at the edge of your couch, merely watched you pace around with his hands clasped together over his mouth, his eyes following your every move and being cautious as to not topple you the wrong way.

He learnt the hard way; let you rant for as long as you need to and soon enough you’ll calm down.

“Calling me, of all people, ‘high maintenace’, who the fuck does he think he is?!” You aggressively turn towards Jungkook, as if directing the question to him, and you know you caught him by surprise when his mouth fell ajar, practically speechless.

“He never spent time with me, never even acknowledged me, you’d think I was dating a brick wall!”

Yeah, Jungkook knew all of that. He knew your boyfriend was an ass and only showed you attention when he wanted to fuck, which you so willingly gave to him because you always grasped at ‘romantic’ intimacy, and Jungkook hated it. He bet the guy wasn’t even that great in bed since you’d always come back the next day in an awful mood.

“I can’t believe I spent all those nights with him. He couldn’t make me cum once, it got tiring faking all those orgasms.”

That’s his doubts confirmed.

You continue to pace around, spilling all your thoughts and dramatising your hand gestures until you stopped. Jungkook looked straight at you and his features softened when he noticed how teary your eyes had become; on the verge of spilling down your cheeks. He could tell you were trying to hold in the tears, but why? You knew you could comfortably cry around him.

Right, because on many occasions, he pointed out that your boyfriend was a dick, an unappreciative one at that and you decided to ignore his opinions. Your relationship was like watching a girl in highschool chase after her much loved crush who had no interest in her. It was kinda sad and all Jungkook could do was sit back and watch you get hurt over and over again.

If you were with him, you’d never be treated like that.

He hated seeing you in this state. As someone who deserved nothing but the best, seeing you upset over a stupid ex boyfriend made him feel all sorts of things; predominately anger, but that was a given. It also pissed him off beyond words because Jungkook had every chance to swoop you into his arms and keep you to himself, but a part of him genuinely thought you were in love with the guy, so he stayed put.

“Am I really too much to handle?”

Jungkook could’ve sworn his heart broke right then and there, and it hurt more seeing you cry over something that was complete bullshit. His fist was twitching (the things he’d do to punch the living daylights out of that asshole) but you were his first priority.

“Y/N…” he starts, getting out of his seat to approach your form, which looked even more fragile now than when you were mad. “Honestly, that guy has no clue what he’s talking about,” Jungkook tries to reassure you, leaning down slightly and reaching his hand towards your face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears beneath your eyes.

The pout on your lips only became more prominent as your cheeks heated up from the kind, yet subtle gesture. That’s weird. “No guy wants a girl that’s ‘high maintenance’, is that what he’s trying to tell me? Because I know damn well he didn’t do half the shit I had planned for us—”

“—You’re not high maintenance, you’re eager,” Jungkook adds, bringing you closer to his chest so you could rest your head against him and cry to your heart’s content. “Besides, it’s not a bad thing.”

Your fist lands a punch to his chest, “Obviously it’s a bad thing if it’s the reason why my boyfriend broke up with me, stupid,” you say, through short, broken sobs.

Your roommate only chuckles, his chin resting on your head as he embraced you in his arms. “I don’t think it’s bad. I like my girls high maintenance,” Jungkook smiles ahead at the blank wall, hoping his words would be enough for you to catch on.

“You don’t mean it. You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” you grumble, looking up at him with your glassy eyes and tear stained cheeks, expecting him to make a joke about it but nope, he seemed pretty content staring at the wall like it was the love of his life.

“I think I’ve had my fair share of handling you, and I’ve done a pretty good job at it,” he shrugs, showing you a sheepish smile, “because I care that much about you and I’m willing to put in the time and effort to show you that.”

Was he saying this in a romantic or platonic way?

“Your ex was probably the guy you wanted, but we both know I’m the one you need,” Jungkook whispers softly, leaning down towards your face, and you think he’s gonna kiss you, but he stops before your lips could make contact with his.

Your silence factored out his words being false, and from that, he knew he got you. “I know you felt what I said,” he calls you out on your bluff, pulling you away from him so he could look at you properly and deem his thoughts correct. He shifts his hand over to your chest, right above your beating heart, “…Right here.”

With the way you were staring at him, you were either extremely turned on by him indirectly confessing his feelings to you, or extremely heartbroken that literally anything and everything seemed attractive to you right now.

Who were you kidding? It was all Jungkook.

You finally speak up, your voice ten times quieter than it was earlier on, “And what if I did? What does that mean?”

“I don’t need you confirm or deny it, I know you well enough to know you felt my words in more places than one,” Jungkook’s eyes dance down you body to settle where your poor cunt was jumping between your legs, making it all the more obvious that you were clenching your thighs shut.

Shit. He was good.

He laughs softly, “How could he ever leave a pretty girl like you unsatisfied?”

A part of you still wasn’t convinced by his words, “If you really wanted me, you could’ve had me by now,” you throw at him, expecting him to stutter, but Jeon Jungkook had eyes on you for a pretty long time, so he had a lot to say.

“It’s kinda hard going after a girl who was too busy chasing someone else. You know I don’t roll like that,”Jungkook tugs at your arm, urging you to turn your back towards him so he could rut himself against your lower half whilst his hands slowly, yet with so much need, trailed up and down your arms, warming you up and giving you the chance to relax. “Besides, being patient always works out in the long run.” He was adamant on showing you the love you deserved and if you were planning to be ‘high maintenance’ about it, you bet he had a couple tricks up his sleeve to deal with that.

As if it were second nature, your body was acting on its own, easing into his touch as his hand slipped under your shirt, drawing small circles over your stomach. It wasn’t much, but this is exactly what romantic intimacy felt like, and it made you wonder why the hell you weren’t with Jungkook to begin with.

A pair of soft lips were grazing against your untainted neck, leaving short, supple kisses as they dragged downwards, giving himself more room. “Did your ex ever show you love like this?” Jungkook mumbles, too caught up in kissing you, but he didn’t need to hear you say no. “Why couldn’t he cherish you, huh? I should’ve snatched you up when I got the chance, how stupid of me.”

You’re unable to respond, your senses letting you down much faster than you anticipated and you could practically feel the smirk Jungkook was sporting right now, so you turn around to face him and boy, you weren’t wrong.

“Oh, that’s got you speechless?” He wasn’t mocking you, he felt sorry for you. These past boyfriends of yours never took the opportunity to appreciate the being that was you, never took the time to touch you or show you the love he felt you were entitled to.

He would be a dead man if he didn’t just do it himself.

“Look up for me, would you?”

You hesitate at first, but before you could bask the sight of his face, Jungkook had trapped you in a slow moving kiss. It’s not too fast, nor is it too slow, but it’s just enough to ease your mind and completely take over your being as your arms reach out to snake around his neck, eagerly pulling him in to deepen the kiss.

Your forwardness reassured him that you were all for what was about to go down and before you knew it, Jungkook was holding you tightly within his embrace whilst you straddled his lap, taking his cock like you were made for it. You’d completely forgotten about your broken heart; Jungkook’s constant care and reassurance helping you to disregard today’s events and focus on him.

All these months of watching you chase after a man who didn’t deserve you, Jeon finally had you to himself.

This wasn’t going to be ‘just a quick fuck’. The last thing he wanted was for you to assume he was doing this out of pity, but no, this would simply prove just how much he yearned for you. Jungkook’s top priority was to please you first and foremost.

“Bet that asshole couldn’t fuck you like this, huh?” His tatted hands grip the flesh of your ass, squeezing generously as you whimpered on top of him, masking the illicit sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you. His hushed groans joined in as he looked down to where you both met only to see a glistening mess of your arousal coating his length.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this position with your roommate and you only wished you realised sooner that the one who truly cared about you was right under your nose. You felt kinda stupid letting yourself go through useless heartbreaks and dodgy boyfriends when the one you really needed was here all along.

With Jungkook burying his face into the crook of your neck, things felt incredibly raw and intimate, not to mention, you felt so full, you wouldn’t need to force yourself to fake an orgasm around him.

“Gonna come..” You breathe out, your soft walls clenching around him as your hips moved up and down on its own, this time at a much faster pace, but Jungkook was eager to see you finish by his own doing.

His suddenly lifted his hips off the couch, thrusting up in you at such a deprived pace, knowing he was hitting all the right places by the pleasured look on your face. His arms snaked around your waist, his pace unwavering, “Right there, huh? That feel good?”

You nod without hesitation, ignoring the way your inner thighs were tensing in anticipation, waiting for your high to drain you.

“Go ahead and cum, baby. I know how long he kept you waiting.”

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