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Warnings: Explicit content.

Word count: 2774~

Summary: Your best friend Jimin visits you during his break and you start talking about why you like each other and well shit goes down from there.

A/N: This starts mid-conversation I just didn’t feel like writing too much plot. Lazy Bella. Anyway I hope you enjoy it. As always your comments are always welcome. 

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Grapefruit Tart (m)

When EatJin causes a problem… Based on this bangtan bomb and the Young Forever photoshoot. 

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3,805

“Jin,” You yell as you finally find the eldest member chatting with Hoseok in the waiting room, “There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

He freezes at the sound of your voice, “Oh, hello noona…”

Your eyes narrow in suspicion, “Where the hell have you been?!”

He exchanges a nervous look with Hoseok, “Just practicing my poses with Hobi.” Next to him, Hoseok anxiously bobs his head up and down in agreement.

You relax a bit, “Ok. That’s fine. But Jin, you’re up next after Jungkook’s done, so get ready, okay? Good luck, guys!”

“Thank you!” They impatiently wave you off, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible. 

You roll your eyes at their antics, mentally preparing yourself for the dauntless feat of sitting Taehyung down long enough to apply his makeup—when you suddenly realize how strange it is that Hoseok is waving at you with only one hand… It seems as though he might be hiding something in the other one?

“Hoseok… What’s that behind your back?”

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Making Him Jealous (M)

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Linger (M)

genre: smut / fluff (?)

characters: Kim Seokjin

word count: 2596

a/n: morning sex. mmhmm. everyone loves that shit. this is dedicated to my beautiful, amazing, lovely, awesome, fucking perfect bestest friend ♡♡♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ILYSM.

The dark blue digital alarm clock placed next to your bedside lamp blinked 1:43AM as you walked leisurely back towards the bed, freshly showered and completely, contently drowsy. 

You plopped down face first onto the purple duvet, sighing happily into the silky material. Only the pleasant orange hues of the lamp and the pearly whites of moonlight carving its way into the small space lit up the room, hazy curtains of rain pouring down outside; you were safe from the drizzle, encased in your broadly built boyfriend’s cozy white sweater that was three sizes too big for you. You inhaled the fragrance on the cotton sleeves, sighing again at the remains of his favorite mild cologne. 

He’ll be back soon.

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Baby, Baby (M)

genre: smut/slight angst

member/group: Jung Hoseok

word count: 3113

a/n: this scenario is based on winner’s new song that has been giving me way too many feels. listen to it while reading this if you want. :) In which on this cold, lonely night, Hoseok wishes for nothing more than the warmth of your body entwined in his.

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Imagine Priest!Jimin -

Jimin taking you into a confessional, ripping off his little white collar as you get on your knees, unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants and his hard cock springs forward. Smirking down at you and licking his lips. You look him in the eye, drawing his cock into your mouth. A low growl vibrating through his throat as he rolls his head back, bringing it back forward and groaning, 

“Suck me off, baby. Repent for your sins like a good girl.”

But just before he cums, the warning juices trickling onto your tongue as you suck him off, he grabs you by the hair and pulls you up. twisting you around and pressing you against the wall aggressively. 

"Did I say you could make me come,” he hissed in your ear. You’d shake your head and respond, "no sir.” With a tight grip on your hair, he’d reach under your dress and yank down your damp panties. taking his cock into his hand and rubbing it against your entrance to tease, coating it in your juices. He’d growl and groan, "good girl,” before thrusting into you from behind, using your hair as leverage.

He’d wrap his arm around your stomach to bring you closer so he can pound deeper into you. He’d pull your head back, exposing your neck and grabbing a hold of it to choke you just light and hard enough. 

"Are you a sinner,” he’d ask. Moaning so loud and not caring what you said, you’d reply, “y-yes sir.” He’d smirk and grunt again. 

"Are you going to sin again, princess?” you’d reply with another yelp and moan; “no sir.” Hitting your g-spot with each delicious thrust, he’d ask, "are you going to come for daddy?” Through a gasp and a jolt of white hot heat, feeling your walls clenching around his thick cock, you’d scream, “jimin-ah!” He’d groan harshly into your ear as his name triggered his orgasm and he came inside of you. The fluid slowly trickling down your leg.

He’d slowly pump into you, finishing his orgasm; wanting every last drop inside of you. Releasing your hair and placing a soft kiss on your neck, he’d release you fully and pull out of you. Leaving you sated and exhausted, your legs shaking; barely able to keep yourself standing. As he pulled up his pants and re-fastened his shirt, putting his little white collar back in place he’d say “I’ll see you next week, princess” - leaving you in the room as you were.

22. condemnation

Patience, dear prudence. Your lust has been kept tight in its cage, clawing at the steel bars, urging its talons out of its confines. But, you have done well. You have leashed your desires competently. Careful now, do not become spellbound by his beauty. Do not let your mind wander to what his lips would feel like beneath the knit of your school skirt. Do not think of how his hands grazed yours as he handed you your syllabus.

Oh, young one, you don’t know it yet, but you will soon grow accustomed to the life of the second ring of hell. Your sweet, quivering lips will soon meet Lucifer’s. I hope you enjoy your stay.

That’s what he reminded her of: Hell. Hot, fiery torture. Sin incarnate. With a well pressed button down that had precise stitching along the cuffs and slacks that clung to thick thighs that had her clenching her own beneath her desk. His crimson tie had been formed in a perfect four in hand knot, showing his supple skill ship in using his fingers.

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Hush (M)

Warning: Smut

The harsh vibration of your phone buzzed against your temple, pulling you from your sleep with a gasp. You slid your hand over the sheets and finally to your pillow, clumsily searching until your fingers met the plastic of your phone case. The illuminated screen blinded you, causing you to squint until your eyes were almost closed entirely to see what had caused you to wake up.

A text notification.

From your idiot of a boyfriend.

You tossed your phone to the empty side of your bed, groaning as you pulled your comforter over your head. The vibrations didn’t stop, the sound pestering you until sleep was a far off dream and you were wide awake. You glared into the darkness of your room, stretching your hand out and grasping your phone. You brought it closer to your face, your thumb roughly swiping across the screen to unlock it. Before you got a chance to read the seventeen messages, the call screen popped up.

“Are you on fire?” You snapped into the phone, your voice hoarse and tired.

“What?” Jimin’s voice came in on the other end.

“Then goodbye, ‘cause that was the only excuse I was going to accept for you waking me up at ass o'clock.” You moved the phone away from your ear, intent on disconnecting the call, but even with the distance you could hear Jimin’s muffled whines of protest.

“What do you want, Jimin?” You moaned, obviously irritated.

“You, baby.” Was his simple reply. “I’m so, fuck, I’m so hard right now. I miss you.”

You swallowed, lubricating your suddenly dry throat, “It’s late, Jiminnie…”

He groaned, the sound cutting off midway through as if he had covered his mouth with his hand, “Can you come to the dorm?” You were about to protest the ridiculous idea, and he must have anticipated it because he continued, “Please baby, everyone’s sleeping. I just need you right now.”

You forced yourself to ignore the way his voice was affecting you, the wanton desperation causing you to squeeze your thighs together without realizing. “What if I help you, babe? I can talk you through it–”

“No,” His voice was hushed, “I need to feel you, I need to be inside you.”

You sucked in a long breath, suddenly feeling uncomfortably hot beneath your bedspread. “The guy’s will kill us if we wake them up.” Your argument was weak, you both knew it.

“Fuck,” Jimin growled and you had to suppress a whimper, “I don’t care. Just get over here so I can fuck you.”

“I swear to God, you’re going to get both of us killed.” You were already pushing yourself up as you spoke, “You better make it worth my while, Park Jimin.”

“I will,” He said, and you could hear that smirk in his voice, “And then some, baby.”

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Like a Porn Star

Genre: just smut lmao

Word Count: 1944

Porn was just stupid plot lines and pervy camera crews. Nothing special. Until you met Jung Hoseok, that is.

Cheesy porn scenarios like this were normally a drag. Guy delivers pizza, then fucks girl. Guy pulls over girl for speeding then fucks her. In this case, you would be playing a helpless girl with a broken TV, looking for a sexy repairman to come and change your life. And that repairman just happened to be Jung Hoseok, renowned adult performer.

You were just a newbie and hadn’t gotten to film with the big leagues yet. But today was the day. Fate seemed to want Hoseok to be the one to make you forget about the cringey storylines, forget about the sweaty crew watching with semi-hard ons behind the cameras. He would just do what he did with all of his co-stars. Make them feel like they were the only person that mattered. And damn was he good at it.

You weren’t usually shy but when you saw Hoseok walk on set, in all his manly glory, you couldn’t help but lower your gaze and avoid him. He was already in costume and fuck, he looked good. Clad in rugged ripped jeans and boots, a white t-shirt with a plaid shirt loosely slung on his shoulders, you knew you would do anything he told you.

“You’re Y/N right?”

Fuck. You barely noticed how he strode over to you, burning holes into you with his assertive gaze. He had an aura about him, which was contagious, that reflected confidence and power. And every shy gaze and stutter only widened the cocky smile on his face, confirmation that he was in charge.

“Y-yeah. Are you um, ready?” God, what a stupid question. But you were speechless as soon as you looked up to meet his eyes.

“I guess you could say that. I can’t wait to see how you look on camera,” he replied, his smirk growing into a shit-eating grin. He was loving every second of watching you squirm around him.

“Ok get ready for the first scene. Filming begins now,” the manager boomed, giving you a welcome opportunity to distract yourself from Hoseok’s overbearing presence. He, however, remained firmly glued in place, his eyes never leaving you, almost as if he was blocking everyone else out.

You scrambled to your spot on the set bed, ruffling your hair and nightgown in an appealing way to look like a damsel in distress. With the way things were going with Hoseok, you knew your hair and nightgown wouldn’t stay perfect for long.

“Action.”

Hoseok’s expression immediately changed, his smile replaced with a look of concentration and charisma. His game face was on. Crouching besides the TV on set, he turned it on, the sounds of crude porn filling the room. He looked at you with the utmost sincerity.

“Ma’m, were you watching this? What a naughty girl.” You would have gagged at these lines if they had been said by anyone else, but the way Hoseok said it, the way the words rolled of his tongue in that husky voice of his, you were putty in his hands. Cheeks turning red, you felt completely authentic in your role as an embarrassed and horny girl.

“Oh my god, I can explain!” you gasped, jumping up to turn the TV off.

That characteristic smirk reappeared and Hoseok was moving to stand up, backing you up against the bed until you fell backwards. You could feel the heat and strength radiating off him, your heart was beating out of your chest. As he climbed on top of you, holding himself up with his firm arms, he took a second to take you in, the sight of your hair sprawled around you, cheeks flushed and panting under him.

“Let me show you how a real man does it.” He said lowly before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His lips were forceful against yours, his movements domineering. He was manhandling you in the best way. You arched your back to chase his kiss, not getting enough of him, and he slid a hand under your body, roughly grabbing your ass like he owned it. You whimpered into the kiss, weak from his touch, before he slapped your ass, the sound reverberating throughout the room, the only other sound besides the wet, wanton noises of your kiss.

“Your lips are so fucking sweet,” he growled, animalistic and carnal, before throwing your legs open and pressing his crotch flush against your dripping, bare core.

“I wonder if you taste just as sweet down here,” he remarked seductively, bringing a finger up your slick pussy, and holding up the glistening finger to his lips with smug satisfaction.

“Cut.”

You were too far-gone you couldn’t even hear the director call cut. Your pupils were blown, you were gasping for breath, and your pussy ached for more contact with the teasing denim of his jeans pressed against it.

“Hoseok, please,” you begged, rutting up against him to feel more of him. More of something, anything.

Chuckling lightly he dipped his finger, coated in your juices, into his mouth, moaning softly as his eyes fluttered closed. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing; the sight alone was enough to leave you a whimpering mess beneath him. Everything he did was erotic, sexy, and magnetic. You could feel the pure sex he exuded to your very core and you wondered how he had this effect on everyone.

“I knew it. I knew your pussy would taste even better. And that was just a sneak peek,” he said with a wink before putting his game face back on. It was time to continue filming and you hoped to all that was holy you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself.

Kissing down your body, paying special attention to your hardened nipples, he lowered himself to your core, breathing in the scent that was purely you. His tongue darted out to place a teasing lick along your slit and your hips bucked up to feel more. You needed more.

“So eager baby girl, don’t worry, I’ll get you screaming in no time,” Hoseok said, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, before meeting your eyes. That predatory gaze was enough to elicit a wanton moan from you and you surprised yourself at how authentic it was. You didn’t need to fake the pleasure with him. It was all real.

Hoseok began sucking on your clit, gliding a finger down your slick folds before pumping it in your warm heat. His ministrations were relentless, his tongue swirling figure eights around your clit as he added one, two, three more fingers pumping in and out of your drenched pussy. As he continued to finger you aggressively he leaned back over you, lips hovering over yours to admire your blissed out appearance, eyes closed tightly and fingers clutching the sheets.

“Open your fucking eyes. Watch how well your pussy takes my fingers,” your mouth dropped open at his filthy words and you hesitantly opened your eyes slowly, only to be met with Hoseok’s cocky smirk and his long fingers plunging into your wet folds. “Like that baby? Just imagine how I’ll fuck you into the sheets with my cock.”

You were a panting, writhing mess under him, and you could feel the familiar pit growing in your stomach. You were close.

“Hoseok, fuck, I want your cock. Fuck me please, now,” you begged grabbing his hard bulge through his jeans. He hissed at the contact, the dominating smirk faltering on his face, before being replaced by a determined gaze.

“You think you’re ready for my cock, baby? Alright, then let’s stuff your tight little pussy up, hm?” he said, his voice so calm and collected, only making you feel more like a wrecked slut under him.

Leaning back to shed his clothes, you whimpered at the loss of contact, feeling cold and empty. You wanted that contagious charm, that alluring confidence that gave you butterflies. Hoseok placed his knees on either side of you, pumping his length a few times just to tease you. He knew how bad you wanted this. Painfully slow, he slid his cock deep into your dripping pussy until you were full to the hilt.

“Look at how full you are. Such a beautiful sight, right my little cockslut?” Hoseok groaned, his head cocked to the side. His breathing had gotten heavier as his thrusts grew faster, more powerful. Hoseok was hitting spots you didn’t even know existed and you thought you were seeing stars.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock? I bet you can come just from hearing my voice. You fucking love this filth,” he spat grabbing your hair roughly with one hand to bring you up until you were eye level with him. Your bodies bouncing in a rhythm together, it felt like you were the only two here. Your eyes only saw each other. Hoseok’s moans came out in low grunts and hisses as he kept eye contact with you as he fucked you even harder.

“Cum for me. Right now. Fucking lose it,” he whispered harshly, his hot breath hitting your neck as he dipped his head to nip at your collarbone, fucking you through your orgasm. You were so blissed out you practically collapsed, boneless and sweaty, into his arms, his cock still stuffed deep inside you.

“You’re such a perfect slut. My slut. You want a reward?” he asked, somehow still managing to maintain his composure, despite the beads of sweat rolling down his neck.

“Yes, I want anything you give me,” you replied, sinking to your knees as he stood towering above you, pumping his cock in deliberate, firm strokes. His eyes were fixed on you, as if he were thinking of only you to find his release.

“Enjoy my little slut,” he gasped, his warm cum splashing on your face, dripping down your cheeks into your open, accepting mouth. He had marked you as his, and you couldn’t complain. You were lost in his aura.

“You look so pretty like this,” he sighed with a sated smile, bringing his thumb to wipe the cum of your cheeks and feed it into your mouth. You closed your mouth around his thumb, sucking off all his cum and swirling your tongue around his thumb, anything to get more of him. He bit his lip, eyebrows knit together as he fucked your mouth with his finger. You were his perfect plaything.

“And that’s a wrap,” the director’s voice brought you both back to reality. You immediately rose to your feet, scrambling to find a robe or something to cover up. You felt so naked now, so vulnerable.

“Hey, that was amazing. I haven’t fucked anyone like that since…forever ago. I hope to see you again soon,” he said pulling you by your arm to him. A last smug wink before he left, and you were left alone, basking in the heated passion Hoseok radiated wherever he went.

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Strange Love | Jimin

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tight - full version

I just wanted to say that this is the crappiest shit I’ve ever produced. I’m sorry. Still, tell me what you think!

“Are you ready, Jungkookie?”

Jimin looked at his younger friend, tilting his head, waiting for Jungkook to refuse the lesson that he has planned. But Jungkook only cocked his eyebrow, not knowing what Jimin wanted to do. He nodded anyway, strands falling into his eyes, “For what, though?”

Jimin only grinned, beckoning him closer with a finger and Jungkook furrowed his brows before he stood up, his knees wobbling a bit because he sat on the chair for too long. Jungkook stepped up closer to Jimin, tilting his head to hear what his older friend wanted to whisper, feet tapping expectantly.

“You always complained about not knowing how to pleasure a girl, right?” Jimin’s breath fanned over Jungkook’s neck and he felt his face heating up, gritting his teeth in order to suppress the blush. A short nod was the only thing that he could give Jimin because he would sure have let out a squeak once he opened his mouth. And he wouldn’t, couldn’t, lose his cool because of a girl, right? Right.

Jungkook, get a grip on yourself.

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DAMN THE DELIVERY BOY

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.

Count: 9,656 words.

month one.

Two lines.

The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.

There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!

Twenty-three years old and pregnant.

You throw up again.

This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.

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