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Oh Jimin, I dare you to go out into the dining room in just your Versace thong then get up onto the table where you bounce your bubbly butt on your favorite dildo and hold a vibrator to your dick ;)
"*titles his head* I am gonna be a naughty boy and say n-no 👉🏼👈🏼 W-what would you do ?"
arte factum | pjm
After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you’re burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.
Word count: 17k
Warnings: smut, somnophilia, obsessive behaviour, suicide, mentions of domestic and psicological abuse.
# Artifical Intelligence AU, horror, sci-fi, sub!Jimin, dom!female reader, yandere!android Jimin, vouyerism, he uses one of her panties to jerk off 😭, ma’am/Master kink, homeboy just doesn’t handle well seeing her naked, creampie, ‘unprotected’ vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, fingering, horny groping, he needs to chill, face-fucking him with her fingers? idk.
A/N: lots of plot, read with caution. I don’t really know what else to say. Just, hm, enjoy the filth? Sub!yanderes are probably one of my lowest fantasies 😗✌️
Read this story listening to its own Spotify playlist.
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GOOD BOY ‖ one
When a college trip gets too boring, you decide to play a game with a guy who has a crush on you.
word count: 8.4k genre: smut [sub!jimin]
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Rereading my favorite jimin fic series in honor of the baby boy's birthday
GOOD BOY ‖ six
Jimin pays you a late night visit.
word count: 10k genre: smut [masturbation, dirty talk]
» Good Boy – one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen
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I can't help but love both Jungkook and Jimin in this fic, Jimin is so sweet and Jungkook is just so irresistable.
Mused obsession (13)
Written by @sombreboy as Jungkook & @chimoona as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blog
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⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 5.6k of just pure filth ⇢Ch.warnings: Profanity, manipulative, toxic, obsessive behavior, mentions of blood/violence, some shower playtime oop, masturbation, dirtytalk, JK fucks JM’s mouth with his lithe fingers and idk if thats a warning but it has to be known, anal obviously… JM’s hole knows no mercy, JK being xtra possessive enjoy.
Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.
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Wow! That was intense. I am scared, but intrigued to see where this goes next.
Mused obsession (16)
Written by @sombreboy as Jungkook & @chimoona as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blog
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⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 9.8k ⇢Ch.warnings: Profanity, smut, trust issues, toxic/manipulative behavior, faux sub!JK that quickly turns back into their usual dynamic SIKE JM, but is ok JK gives JM a nice blowjob, breathplay w belt, harsh handling of our pretty JM, degrading, but also tons of feeding for JM’s praise kink, JK whips JM a LOT so tw for actual physical abuse bordering dubcon fo sho, mentions of bloody marks, bloodplay, no yeah JK is very sadistic in this one so yeehaw, JM cries cuz it hurts uff my little crybaby, anal without prep so yea dont do that this is fiction and JM’s ass can take anything esp JK’s monster dong, disgustingly sweet fluff with a sprinkle of JK’s manipulating way with words but its ok cuz JM just slorps it right up.
Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.
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Expensive Taste (M)
Summary: Jimin? Bound to a bed you say? Wet and naked you say? An opportunity you'll probably never see again you say? Then you better fucking take it.
Pairing: Jimin x Y/N
Genre: Pwp, smut (and nothing else), subJimin
Warnings: Bondage, sensory deprivation, face riding, shoe fucking (yes, he fucks a Loubiton), edging, use of sex toys, masturbation, swearing, alcohol consumption ... a lot goes on for 3.5k
Word Count: 3.5k
Fuck, if this isn’t the hottest shit you’ve ever seen in your life. You didn’t realise just looking at something could make your pussy throb and make you want to suck dick like you truly enjoyed it.
Park Jimin spread out on his bed, blindfolded, soaking wet from his shower, naked, is that sight.
Getting him to sub was a task, but how can a boy refuse when you’re wearing the Chanel lingerie and Loubs he bought with you last month. Like hell were you normally a sub yourself but when Jimin first took you home from that £250 candlelit meal to his penthouse with the intent to ruin you, a girl had to oblige. It wasn’t exactly a task to complain about when he’s forcing your fourth orgasm out of you.
But now into the third month of the mega fancy dates, the introductions as his ‘girlfriend’ at the executive functions and balls and the intense, but totally satisfactory sex life you two had partaken in, it was finally time for the biggest step in the relationship. Sub Jimin.
“Baby if you’ve left I swear to fuck you’re on sex toys and your fingers for a month.”
Tied up and blindfolded and still running his filthy mouth like his dick isn’t hard and at my mercy.
“I’m here.”
His abs untense a fraction as his body slumps back into the bed realising the proximity is close enough that you’re either on or at the end of the bed.
His body glistens, with sweat or still wet from the shower, you don’t know - also don’t care, because, the way the red hues of the mood lighting carve against his abs and chest is a god-like display for the eyes. The sheets are slightly ruffled around his from when you’d made work of lowering and tying him down to the bed, but the sight is just poetic in front of you all the same.
His lips part with an apprehensive sigh as you continue to leave him hanging on his own thought and imagination. You know sensory deprivation. Fuck, he’s played that card on you more time than he’s fucked you from behind, so you can just sense the way his entire body tingles with the want for touch, sound, sight, anything to clue him in on how you’ll play him. But just like tasting your own medicine goes, this is going to be a dirty game.
He feels the bed sink below one of his feet first, then it’s the slightest touch on the base of his feet, normally ticklish for him, but like a fire lit and vibrating up his body at this moment.
You want to string this out a little, play with soft touches up his body like he’s made of strings, but the awaiting dick in your sights calls to another, much more feral part of your brain.
You’re back off the bed and walking to the bedside table where your wine, vibrator, buttplug and lube lay in an organised display. You hear him shift on the bed, and see the way his bottom lip is now caught in a tight clench between teeth - whether to suppress the urge to speak or for him to feel, something, anything, at this point, you can’t quite tell.
It’s the wine you take. White. And cold. Cold enough that perspiration trickles down the glass and onto your finger, so your press the cold liquid that gathers onto one of his nipples. You earn a grunt in return as he releases his lip, head perking forwards as if he thinks he’ll be able to see what you’re doing.
Continuing with the task at hand, you ungraciously and unceremoniously pour half the contents of the glass onto his naked and bearing skin. This time, he gasps, swears under his breath probably at the cold, maybe at the sensation the cold brings, and your mouth twitches at his reaction - you almost think you see his cock twitch too in your peripherals.
You finish the rest of the glass yourself, making the sound of the cold alcohol trickling down your throat as apparent as possible.
“What is it?” He’s not asking because he cares, he’s asking because he needs to hear you speak, needs something to grasp onto so he’s not in this debilitating limbo of silence.
“Taste for yourself.” You lean over the bed and place your mouth against his stomach, licking, sucking and slurping up the liquid that had come to settle between the silk smooth skin at the lines of his abs and the pit of his bellybutton. Then, you find your way up to his mouth and latch onto the thick lips that lay open and waiting for you.
But you are off him before he can get any further into the action. And he pants, clamping his lips together after swirling his tongue around his mouth to pick up the leftover wine that spilt.
He smirks at the same time you do and you know he’s got it, the rich prick.
“The Montrachet… 2016.”
Of course, he’s right. You figured the most with that smirk and the way he’d been drilling into you how he was gonna buy that same wine company that cultivates the wine so glamorously spread across his body.
“And who told you, you could raid my wine. That’s three grand a fuckin- shit.” You want to laugh at his stutter, but opening your mouth to it causes a moan to spill instead as you mount his cold, wet abdomen, and instantly get to the task of rolling you naked lower half against him. You’d undressed everything but the Loubitons as soon as the blindfold hit his eyes.
“What are you doing?” He’s breathless now that he finally has you warm and skin to skin on him.
“Thought you wanted another taste baby. Didn’t want it to go to waste since it was so expensivee-ah.” You lift yourself off, pussy throbbing, before the sensation spreading dangerously down to your toes is too hard to turn away from.
You work your way, on hands and knees up to his mouth, placing a chaste kiss against him before hovering just out of reach, so close his breathing that he’s trying so hard to keep at bay, dries your lips.
“Isn’t that what you wanted, baby.”
“Yeh,” his voice, still low, still heavy with apprehension is cut off as you push up on your knees and then lower yourself onto his unsuspecting lips.
He smells wine and wetness before he is greeted by the warmth of it, and his lips pucker with tongue instantly finding its way into you. He hums and you moan, sensations of pleasure spiking your body instantly despite you already knowing your every move.
“Taste good huh?” And his hum in affirmation, drawn out longer than the first, spikes into you more than you were ready for, so your hand seeks the headboard and your hips begin to move, fucking that sweet mouth of his.
Wet tongue darts out into your cunt, pressing flat and firm and then delving deep inside so that you can move your hips up and down on it. Your clit goes unattended until you shift yourself forward so it presses to his nose and despite your moans and the way he is practically airless underneath you, you’re sure you hear him inhale your scent.
And, you can’t seem to let up, fucking yourself in circles and then up and down as his tongue, and tongue only drives you into a frenzy.
“Fuck Jimin. So good, so so good, baby.” The rambling commences at the same speed that he now moves his head side to side, making every use of his mouth without the aid of his hands to get you off. You didn’t think you’d cum from this, it was merely going to be a pass by, but when he bites down on your clit and then tongue fucks you whilst shaking his head, you nails scrape into his scalp and almost cum right then and there.
So, pulling yourself off just as you feel the knot almost snap and pull at his hair, you look down to see his tongue still darting out to taste your remnants of you that plaster his face and the smirk that he wears after.
“You almost made me cum, you bitch.” And it fuels the fire of his ego, smirk growing into a deep laugh. He’s bound, blindfolded and completely in your hands yet you’re the one who’s like putty.
You almost say fuck the whole thing and abandon, but when you turn to see his dick is harder than before and leaking, it’s too good of an opportunity to miss.
Climbing off him, you round the bed, watching the smirk falter as he realises he no longer has the upper hand, no longer has a fucking idea where you are and what you’re doing. You grab the vibrator and lube as you go, quietly though, it’s all a bunch of surprises from here.
“Y/N.” He’s calling out to you, but you reply with the first touch of your heel, hard and cold to his thigh. He shivers, not really understanding the sensation.
You’re sat, ass at the end of the bed, in nothing but your Loubs with legs spread as you begin to trail one, then the other heel up his thigh. He feels the smooth of you calf brush him and swears lowly as he realises what you’re doing - torturing him with his present.
You pull one leg in just before it reaches his crotch and pour the lube, bottle ready and waiting at your side onto the bottom face of the shoe. You realised hygiene was a bitch during sex, even despite the shoes being £800 fresh out of the box, so washed them earlier. You’ve always wanted to make a guy cum from a pair of Loubs - living the dream some would say.
The next time cold heel hits skin is directly on his dick, shaft spiking up when the wet of the lube sinks into him.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He sounds angry. Horny and angry at the fact he is turned on by getting shoe fucked.
You press your left leg into his thigh, the heel digging hard into flesh so he hisses - call you petty but you didn’t like his tone - whilst the other tests the water on his shaft, running up and close to the tip, but not close enough. The proximity to pleasure causes him to buck up.
“You wanna cum?”
“Not with your fucking shoe I don’t.”
The foot tending to his dick pushes harder, heel dangerously close to his balls and he knows it.
“Watch it, or I’ll make you cum with my foot instead.” Feet. He hates them.
“Bitch.” He whispers it and you almost see him settle back, lips releasing their tight hold as he tries to find the pleasure in the smooth and cold sensation of your shoe.
You press harder this time as you run it up and down his dick, his tip getting attention garnering a hiss from him. You find a rhythm, as does he with the way he begins to fuck up into the feeling, chasing the sensation of when it presses hard against his tip, he also begins low groans and the occasion ‘fuck’ under his breath.
“That’s it, baby. You think you can cum like this?”
“No,” another harsh press that this time finds his balls too. He doesn’t seem to mind though. “Fuck-ah, maybe, I don’t know. Just keep going, harder.”
His words, breathless and low cause a new wave of tension in your crotch, blood rushing everywhere and that pit needing release starts reeling in. Your hand finds its way to your exposed pussy, two fingers sliding straight in like light work - Jimin sure did a job on you with his mouth earlier. Fuck you miss his mouth, but seeing him splayed and fucking himself up into you is just as spank bank worthy.
“You look so hot.”
Either he hears the way your words falter or he hears the rhythmic pumping of your fingers in your core.
“Are you fucking yourself right now?” He sounds both disbelieving and turned on beyond belief. His words are also accompanied by his pelvis stuttering, trying to find more pleasure.
“Mmm.”
“Let me see, fuck, please Y/N.”
You speed up your movement and much to your enjoyment find that spot deep within you - the way you’re spread certainly helps.
“Mmm,” is all he’s met with again and he throws his head back further into the pillow in frustration. It somehow spawns a new sense of vigour in him, the pent up anger and tension as he fucks into your foot harder, grunting as he does so, and you barely have to do the work anymore and the slick of the bottom of your shoe slides from base to tip, hard and fast. No way can he cum from this, surely.
“Fuck.” You both utter at the same time, yours high and breathless and his a growl.
You fuck you fingers at the same speed he lifts his hips and when your palm finds your clit it’s game over for you. You string moans and curses in a random order as you body jolts, your stomach contracts and the throb burns into a frenzy.
It’s the hottest thing in the world he thinks, hearing the moans you sputter when you bring yourself to your end.
“Shit, I think I might cum.” It’s a whine that turns you on all over again despite the thrum of your pussy and the way everything burns.
It’s as he begins to stutter you draw your foot away.
He draws his whine out for longer this time, his dick pulsing and his breathing tenfold.
And it’s with hell to foot fucking, there’s a rock hard cock to be used
“Cum inside me.” It’s a statement, not a question, spoken equally breathless as he is, the orgasm still tingling through you.
“Urgh, fuck yeh.” His head perks up at the thought and his mouth draws open in excitement.
With his chest glistening more than before, his lips bruised from sunken teeth, you say ‘fuck you’ to the gods that you don’t have a camera at this moment, because like hell are you forgetting this. Your core throbs, maybe in the post-orgasm bliss but the sight is also doing wonders for making your blood pump and your skin burn.
You can’t prologue it anymore, the desire to be filled stronger than the want to hear another whine - only just.
Stradling his sides you experimentally run yourself up and down his dick, pressed against his stomach between your folds, mixing lube with arousal and heat with heat. It draws moans from the both of you.
“Baby, let me touch you, please. At least let me see.” You lean back and take the vibrator that has sat patiently at the back of the bed, bringing it instantly to his balls.
The hum of it and the sensation hit all at once before he realises what you’ve done, and his cheeks blow out - with his eyes behind the silk you imagine - as he jolts against the restraints.
You know it’s sensitive and if you hold it too long he’ll blow his load, so you ease it from his balls to in between where the two of you are connected.
“Y/N, please baby, too much, just let me fuck you. I need it,” he’s whining and your smirking into a moan as the vibration hits your clit. It must hit the right spot of him with the way he growls and the restraints pull taught against the headboard. “Please, fuckkk.”
It’s the way he says it that has you going, vibrator chucked aside but still fizzling away somewhere, and before he can say ‘pussy’ you’re on him, sinking and moaning.
“Oh shit that’s good.” He fills you so fucking well that the position gets him right into your stomach - one hand even goes to that spot where he touches your cervix and pushes as you start moving - his dick is everywhere and it feels so good.
The slow pace has him frantic against the silk that binds his hands away from you.
“Y/N let me feel you.”
But he’s your personal fuck toy at this point as you sink two fingers into his mouth below you. Instantly, he bites around them with a grunt and the other hand fumbles for the vibrator, still on and now pressed into his balls again, shutting him the fuck up.
You’re faster now as the vibrations sink into you too, him reaching everywhere inside of you and with teeth, baring into fingers harshly but just right that it garners a moan.
“Fuck, so good Jimin, so good.” You repeat it like a mantra.
He moans into your fingers when the vibrations against his balls get turned up by you.
And you feel him tighten slightly, so pent up, edged when he’s never been edged in his life and his chest heaving with the need to get normal airflow. You only push harder with the vibrator and your fingers in his throat, the control of it all compelling you to almost find your release.
“You gonna come baby?” Fuck, you’re gonna come all inside me yeah? Fill me up good?” You don’t if you’re talking for his or for you, hell you barely even knew you were talking. He’s moaning loud now in affirmation of the impending orgasm.
“Fuck please come for me Jimin.” His feet must have planted at some point because suddenly he’s pistoning into you to find his end, and it throws you forward. Your fingers dislodge from his mouth and find his throat, balancing yourself on his windpipe.
With a strained ‘fuckkk’ and a harsh press of vibrator to his emptying balls, he’s cumming hard into you. His neck muscles pulse in your grip as he keeps fucking into you with pace, and knowing he’s reached his end you bring the vibrator round to your clit, the instant, harsh contact making you cum and pulse around him, head thrumming and eyes rolled.
“Shit. Fuck. Baby, baby,” you keep cumming as you feel him fall limp, body jerking still even once you’ve turned the vibrations off.
“Holy shit,” you continue to pant to yourself, releasing your grip from his throat that must have wound tight in your orgasm because the man is red-faced and bruising at the seems.
“You good?”
He licks his lips, mouth dry, throat hoarse. “So good, just get this shit off me.”
Fuck, he’s still tied. You were planning on letting him watch, maybe touch at some point but you’d fucked him and both cum (you, twice) without him laying a finger. You half-laugh at the thought.
“Shit, sorry baby.”
The ties on his wrist are off first, and they’ve left bruises in their wake that you almost feel bad for. His hands find the blindfold and it’s off in a second before he takes in your form - hair down and falling amongst the beads of sweat of your chest and neck, pussy still around his dick and black Loubitons still decorating your feet.
He’s an equal feast for the eyes, but it’s him who brings a hand to your face to tuck the wild hairs behind ringing ears.
He pulls it back and covers his eyes as he begins to laugh.
“Your fucking shoes. I cannot believe.” You laugh with him, leaning into his chest as the night’s events catch up to you and him.
“It was kinky as fuck. You legit almost came as well.”
“Shut upp,” he groans in your ear as you press you naked chest into his.
“Never living it down, Park, this is one for the grandchildren.”
He lifts your chin with one hand and furrows eyebrows despite the look of amusement still evident on his features.
“Thank god I’ll make sure our kids aren’t near you when they have their own. No sex stories from the mad granny over here.”
You kiss him briefly because his lips still were glistening and fight a smile at the topic of the future - you lose the battle.
“Kids huh? We’re having kids?”
He shrugs against the hold you have on his cheek with the other running loosely in his dishevelled locks, “You mentioned the grandkids thing not me.”
“Well the way we’re going at it, grandchildren are on the agenda very fucking soon bubs.” You wince as you ease him out of you - he groans at the cold hitting him, nothing like a bit of cock warming, he thinks.
“You’re legit on birth control.”
He says it loudly as you begin to make yourself across to the bathroom because no one likes an inner thigh with dried cum to sleep in.
Still with your back to him, parading your hips as you go, you say, “99% effective, Park, 99%.”
For all he knew you could’ve said, ‘already pregnant, Park’. But, he stopped listening as soon as he got a sight of bare ass and high heels.
Peachy - M
→ pairing: jimin x reader
→ genre: crackfic, smut (pwp), childhood friends!AU
→ rating: +18
→ links: masterlist.
→ word count: 3.3k
→ warnings/disclaimers: hot waxing, anal fingering, rimming, sub!jimin x dom!reader, pwp, Jimin has a Great Fucking Ass, foul language, cracky-ish situation, overstimulation, and jimin loves getting his ass eaten, mommy kink.
→ summary: You and Jimin have been best friends even since you were children, and as such, your close relationship have made yoou both incredibly comfortable around each other, that is, until you get an idea to bet over who wins a mario kart match, which implies waxing loser’s bum silky smooth. How will the mischievous bet end?
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Skirts and Strap Ons
Synopsis ✦ You hated wannabe punk Park Jimin. You hated being in heat. You hated being an omega. What happens when these three elements combine and you finally snap? And what happens when that breaking point involves Mr. Unbearable Alpha Park Jimin himself?
Genre ✦ Smut, ABO, enemies to lovers, PWP
Pairings ✦ Alpha!Jimin x Omega!Reader, Sub!Jimin x FemDom!Reader
Word Count ✦ 3.4K
Warnings ✦ ABO (scents, knots, presenting, heat, omegas and alphas), Sub!Jimin (yes an alpha and a sub ik right), pegging, degradation, swearing, toys (strap on, butt plugs), ass play, Jimin in a skirt, slapping, Ma’am kink, what can be considered verbal/sexual harassment mentioned
ATTN ✦ hey its ya girl back from the dead with a ABO oneshot. This was triggered by the butter concept photos, my hatred for red hair and conflicted feelings over the skirt lol. I am 100% aboard the dom jimin train and I refuse to believe this man is an omega but like sometimes I do just wanna peg a pretty boy yk. Anyway, this isn’t proof read or anything so have fun lol
You snapped the drawer to the register closed having just emptied it for the night. You hated your part time job and you hated working nights. Closing itself wasn’t that bad, it was the jackasses rushing in last minute and pretending like they didn’t hear you when you informed them the register was closed and continued browsing that pissed you off the most. Normally, you would be jumping at the chance to close and go home. Home was the best part of the day. But you couldn’t even enjoy that tonight.
He was loitering around somewhere.
Park Jimin. That fucking asshole.
You can’t remember exactly how you ran into him for the first time. He had just jaunted into the shitty convenience store one day and he had practically stalked you since. He always seemed to know the exact shift you were working, and he always made it a point to taunt and flirt and make disgusting comments about your heat cycle. And to make matters worse, he always poked around the most when you were in heat.
Heat. The thought of the unavoidable thing made you sick, but everyone was envious of you. Your heats were never so intense that you couldn’t function, couldn’t smother out the smell with suppressants, or couldn’t leave the house. Nope, you were pretty well off. You could concentrate, function, act like a decent human being. You were horny and you did dwell on that thought often, but it was easy for you to swallow. You were rather grateful you weren’t some sopping wet, wailing bitch in heat. Especially since you hated being an omega. You had fooled around with a fair share of alphas in your time. None of them were remotely satisfying. Your friends always ranted and raved about the feeling of being knotted but if you were honest, it really wasn’t all that great. You would much rather be on the other side of things.
You shut the lights to the store off, realizing that if you stalled any longer your manager would probably ask you about it later and you really did not want to explain that you were trying to avoid this alpha dickwad Park Jimin. He would probably say what everyone else said. You should be excited an alpha is so interested in you!
You sighed, pulling your coat closer to you before you stepped out into the cold night and locked the door.
There he was. The shit.
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arte factum | pjm
After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you’re burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.
Word count: 17k
Warnings: smut, somnophilia, obsessive behaviour, suicide, mentions of domestic and psicological abuse.
# Artifical Intelligence AU, horror, sci-fi, sub!Jimin, dom!female reader, yandere!android Jimin, vouyerism, he uses one of her panties to jerk off 😭, ma’am/Master kink, homeboy just doesn’t handle well seeing her naked, creampie, ‘unprotected’ vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, fingering, horny groping, he needs to chill, face-fucking him with her fingers? idk.
A/N: lots of plot, read with caution. I don’t really know what else to say. Just, hm, enjoy the filth? Sub!yanderes are probably one of my lowest fantasies 😗✌️
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American Mate (5) - Extended Scenting Scene (M)
Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader
Status: Ongoing series
Chapter number: N/A THIS IS AN EXTENDED SCENE FROM CHAPTER 5, FEATURING THE BTS MAKNAE LINE.
Word count: 2,438 (only on Patreon)
Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine
Hello, dearest readers! I thank you all for your patience while I am recovering from my hospital visit and while I am waiting to have surgery. Not to forget my broken foot and all the fun that has been. Even though I still feel like crap-o-la, I decided to do my best and treat my lovely Patreon Membership Holders to an exclusive extended scene. I will give you a teaser.
Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This extended scene is SMUT. Everything is on top of clothes, though, and very much about scenting, but there is BDSM involved with Dom!Taehyung, sub!Jimin and sub!Jungkook. There is sensory deprivation and furniture/objectification play. Biting, licking, scenting, use of pet names (minnie love and baby bun), hair pulling, maybe exhibitionism (if you count someone on the other side of a divider)... I think that is all.
Being the center of Jimin’s affection is one thing, but when Jungkook joins in, Alpha Tae knows he has to find a way to gain the upper hand.
Jungkook leans in as much as he can in the van's cramped space to access the Tiger’s scent glands on his neck, but the angle is wrong. A soft whine pulls from the youngest, alerting the other two Alphas of the unhappy mate.
Both snap their attention to the bunny, who shivers under their intense gaze. Backing into the corner with one knee on the bench, Jungkook pouts and crosses his arms.
Taehyung moves first, unbuckling his seatbelt as Jimin climbs off and sits on the floorboards to watch. The Alpha tiger’s eyes shine crystal blue, pinning his prey, his mate, in his place on the bench.
Any prey hybrid, especially a bunny, in their right mind, would be running for their life if a predator, much less a Southwestern African Tiger, was stocking them in such a confined space. However, Jungkook simply raised his eyebrow and bit his bottom lip, enticing the older Alpha.
“Looks like our mate here was feeling left out, minnie love,” Alpha Tae growls while he cages the young one.
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Just binged the first two parts, would love to be tagged in any future ones! 🖤
Hooked || masterlist
-> things get carried away with the campus good boy after you agree to help him have some actual fun at a party. but hold up now because you're not the one supposed to be hooked.
Pairings: nerd!jimin x popular!reader
Genre: college!au, mutual pining, pwp, fluff, eventual fwb 2 lovers
Warnings: explicit sexual content. noted per drabble. minors dni please.
If you'd like to be added to the series, leave a comment, reblog, or dm! You're already added if you're on my permanent taglist ❤️ please have your age range (18+) on your blog somewhere in order to be tagged, thanks!!
✿ Hooked (8K)
✿ Classroom Etiquette (5.5K)
✿ Mixed Signals (TBD)
✿ Thinking About You (TBD)
✿ TBD
Great fic !!
Ruin Me, Pretty Please? (Part 1)
Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, slight Jimin x Reader
NSFW CONTENT (18+ ONLY)
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the campus’s it-boy. Y/N is a socially anxious recluse. When Jungkook accidentally witnesses Y/N’s sexually sadistic nature, it awakens a new side of him.
Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4
Warnings: Voyeurism, dom/sub themes, female domination, degradation/humiliation kink, orgasm denial, crying during sexual acts, male masturbation, social anxiety, weed
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