IMAGINEhaving A Innocent Reputation, But Yoongi Ruins It By Fucking You In The Backseat Of His Car.

·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊having a “innocent” reputation, but Yoongi ruins it by fucking you in the backseat of his car.

TAGS — corruption kink, idol-verse, mentions of mama 2018, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, choking (not a lot, but def there), dirty talk, YOONGI GOT A FILTHY MOUTH, messy sex :( , car sex, little bit of a blow job in the beginning, oc is cute, yoongi is possessive

WORD COUNT — 1.3 k

You weren't supposed to be out this late into the night, your dorms had a very strict rule and if your managers saw you sneaking out this late you'd be so dead. Was it worth it? Kind of.. Yoongi made up for it anyways.

"I wonder how your groupmates.. the fans, everyone else will react to you, looking so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock... sucking cock like a seasoned whore." Yoongi mumbles slowly, eyes hooded and gaze lazy as he guides your head up and down.

The pace is lazy and slow, obscene slurping noises fill the empty car. Your knees ache from kneeling for so long. Yoongi yanks your head back and stares down at your pretty face, "Look at you, you sure it isn't your first time baby? Fuck, look at you drooling all over my cock. And it's all for me too baby." He purrs out as he leans down to pat your cheek.

You whine quietly and lean into his touch, "Yoongi, please," you shift side to side, cunt aching and throbbing for his cock.

"Ask nicely baby, then I might just consider giving it to you." He sits back, hands letting go of you as he eyes you expectantly.

You chew on your bottom lip and stare up at him through glassy eyes, "Please Yoongi I need you so badly, 'm so wet for you, need you here," You shyly say, climbing up his body and sitting in his lap as you guide one of his hands down between your soft thighs, " 'm dripping for you."

He licks his lips lecherously, a triumphant grin on his face because this was the "nation's sweetheart", the idol everyone believed to be soft and pure, and right now, she was about to sit on his cock like the desperate little whore she was.

"Go on then baby, pull my cock out." Yoongi says in a husky tone, throat rumbling in approval when he sees your small hands shakily reach down to pull him out.

You flush under his intense gaze, shyly peeking up through your lashes every few seconds for his approval. You can feel the rest of his cock strain through his boxers.

"Yoongi?" You softly say.

He lifts his hips up to help you, watching you take his boxers with you as you slide them down above his knees. His cock slaps against his stomach and he hisses when it comes into contact with the fabric of his shirt.

"Go on, show me how pretty you look bouncing on my cock." Yoongi smirks lazily, "By the time I'm done with you with baby.. you're gonna be begging for more."

You timidly reach down to push your panties aside and reach for his cock. It throbs weakly in your hand, precum weeping from the tip as you guide the head towards your pussy. You nearly drool when he brushes past your folds, tip kissing your aching little hole.

"Go down baby, nice and slow." Yoongi murmurs, "No need to get impatient, we got all the time in the world."

You slip him inside with a low sigh, licking your lips hungrily as you slowly push down until your seated on his lap. His thick cock pushes past your walls, hitting that sweet spot inside of you and sending shivers down your spine.

"Yoongi." You whine quietly, body shuddering and hands reaching for his shoulders.

His hands immediately gravitate towards your hips, massaging them gently as he stares up at your face. "What? Giving up already baby? I thought I taught you better than that." He makes a noise of disapproval and disappointment.

"No- I can.. I can do it," you rush out in embarrassment, " 's too much is all." You pout.

"Then get to it."

.

"Mm..! mm!" You bounce hurriedly in his lap, facing the front of the car with your back to Yoongi.

Your hands rest on his knees as you use them for balance and support whilst you bounce on his cock. Soft grunts escape from yoongi, his eyes set on where your pussy swallows up his cock as it disappears inside.

His cock is coated in your slick, glistening just a little under the dim lighting in the car. Your pussy makes these cute little squelching noises and your ass bounces back on his thighs. It makes Yoongi groan at the sight, internally grateful he was the only person who would ever see you like this.

"There you go," Yoongi moans out, "ride me just like that."

You're spurred on by his words, bouncing faster in his lap and leaning forward just a tiny bit to get a good angle. The sounds of your ass making contact with his thighs is obscene, slick dribbles here and there and it makes the slide much more messier and slippery. Yoongi doesn't seem to mind the mess that's sliding down his cock and balls, dripping on to the expensive leather.

"I should make you clean the mess you're making baby, after all this didn't cost me a tiny amount." He muses and brings his hands down to smack against your ass cheeks, "Such a messy girl you are," he purrs quietly, "made just for me weren't you? I knew it from the day I saw you sitting so pretty in your little dress in Hong Kong." He murmurs.

You bite your lip shyly, melting as he brought up what was exactly four years ago at the very award show you first met Yoongi at. "I made you into what you are today baby, don't forget that." Of course you couldn't forget. He had taken your virginity, taught you how to please him and gave you so much pleasure you ended up fucked out every single time.

"So remember this next time you ever think about letting someone have what's mine," he's suddenly upright and his arms are wrapped around you tightly. He held you by your throat with one hand and he gives it a squeeze, "I fucked your little pussy first." He whispers in your ear.

You mewl in pleasure, back arching as he begins plowing you from below. His balls smack upwards against your clit causing pleasurable little stings here and there from the slaps. Your eyes slip shut as garbled little moans escape your lips here and there. Yoongi doesn't let up and speeds up if it's even possible at this point.

"Y-Yoongi..!" You breathily cry out, he's hitting your spot so good it renders you silent and unable to talk, a load of gibberish only comes out.

He growls in your ear and lets your throat go in favor of cupping your tit and giving it a squeeze while his other hand lands between your thighs and rubs at your clit. His fingers move back and forth on the sensitive little bud as he sets a punishing pace. His cock and fingers combined send you hurdling towards your orgasm.

"C-Cum..! I'm gonna..!" You whimper loudly, tears running down your cheeks as your pussy clamps down around his cock.

Yoongi hisses from the tightness around his cock, he doesn't let up and continues to fuck you at a brutal pace. His grip falters just a little. "Shit, you're gripping me so tight baby, gonna fill you up. You want that don't you? Gonna send you back to your dorm with cum dripping down your thighs." He purrs.

You choke on a moan and arch your back in pleasure, "Cum in me, please I want it," you beg softly despite your throat being a little scratchy from the moaning.

Yoongi moans low, hips stuttering in his movements before he finally cums deep inside of you. His cock throbs weakly, he continues rolling his hips slowly to ride out his orgasm. "Shit, did so well for me baby." He whispers hoarsely, reclining on the seat and staring at your slumped over form, "C'mon baby, show me." He pats your ass.

You weakly lift your hips on, standing on shaky legs as you bend over and reach behind you to spread your cheeks for him. Surely enough, as his soft cock slips out, his cum starts dripping out and running down your ruined little pussy. He lets out a low whistle of appreciation, pushing some of his cum back inside of you.

"We're not done here just yet baby."

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- this won’t take a minute (m) | myg

Summary: You and your rapper boyfriend Yoongi make a bet. You say he can’t make you cum in under sixty seconds, Yoongi says that he can.

Word count: 892

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), semi public oral sex, accidental voyerism, fingering, squirting.

A/N: This is unedited and sloppy but I don’t care. Also lmao I remember thinking I would never write Yoongi smut but here we are, I wrote this in one sitting. I think I’m gonna stick to shorter stuff for now because I need practice and it feels so good to finish! (No pun intended) enjoy and tell me what you think ( ˘ ³˘)

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birthday drabble 5 - jhs

@hopeandspriterecs asked: 100 and 141 please <3

pairing: hoseok x reader contains: smut!! fuckbuddies/honestly kind of a dick appt., hobi is a fuckboy and a mean dom (or is he 👀👀), a smidge of thigh riding, spitting, spanking, fingering (actually just clit stim but shhh), he doesn't put a condom on - don't be stupid like hobi, dirty talk, jealousy????, prepare for whiplash summary: you swear this is the last time you're doing this.

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You know that Hoseok is bad for you.

You know it when you get that trademark late night text from him, nothing but a string of explicit emojis, and you wonder why you haven’t blocked his number yet.

You know it as you drive to his house, not even needing to put the address in your GPS anymore, because you have the route memorized.

And you know it when you knock softly on his front door and are immediately pulled in and slammed up against the other side.

“Hi baby,” he purrs. You wonder if he remembers your name.

Hoseok loves to chat, probably one of the things that lured you into this trap in the first place. The way he asks you about your life like he cares is dangerous for the part of you that still struggles with untangling sex from love. You know very well that this man can only give you one.

“How was your week?” He asks, slotting his thigh between your legs. Your body responds instantly, grinding into the firm surface he’s provided you with.

Your usual reaction is to demure, say it was fine, maybe bitch a little about work or the weather. But you’re annoyed with yourself tonight. Annoyed that you keep saying yes, keep crawling back to this man who can’t give you everything you want. And all for what? Some dick?

So you decide, fuck it. You’ll tell the whole truth. Tilting your chin up, you meet his gaze with a coy smile on your lips. “I went on a date.”

Hoseok’s eyes flash with something indecipherable, his mouth stretching into a wide grin. “A date, huh? Well, it can’t have gone that well.” You almost laugh. At least he’s self-aware.

“It was actually great,” you correct him, and it’s true. Hence why you’re so pissed off at yourself for even being here. “I’m going to see him again next week. I think I like him.”

“Aw, baby,” Hoseok coos, and in one swift motion he pulls your shirt up and over your head, bringing his mouth to your neck once it’s off. His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he speaks against your skin. “Don’t tell me you’re breaking up with me.”

You shrug, bumping into him with your shoulder. “I don’t know. This might be the last time. I want a boyfriend.”

You’re surprised to hear him make a soft ‘tut’ noise, kissing the back of his teeth with his tongue. “You say that now, but I know you’ll miss a few things about me.”

Against your better judgment, you’re feeling sassy tonight. “I can’t think of anything,” you say flatly, and his fingers dig so hard into your hips you expect to see bruises tomorrow.

“You know what happens when you talk to me like that,” Hoseok warns, his voice drained of all playful emotion, now low and deadly serious. “Is that what you want?”

You level your gaze on him, feeling dangerously invincible. “I didn’t come here to talk, Hoseok.”

It feels like you don’t even get the words out before his hand is gripping the back of your neck, hard. You inhale sharply at the feeling. With the smile fully extinguished from his face, you can admire the severe, perfect lines of his beauty: straight and clean, like he was carved from marble.

“Open your mouth,” he instructs, and you do it instantly. The hint of a smirk returns to his lips. “Looks like you’re still mine tonight.”

When he spits in your mouth, you moan a little despite yourself. He knows just what to do to you, always has.

Hoseok applies a little more pressure to the back of your neck, forcing you to meet his gaze as you swallow hard. “Yeah, you fucking like that.” His thigh is pressed tight into your center now, enough that you can feel the ache of your cunt throb through your whole body.

“So needy,” his voice is nearly chiding. “We’re not even gonna make it to the room, huh? You need to get fucked like a whore right here? Is that it?” He’s got you flipped around and pinned up against the door before you can even answer the question. He already knows he’s right.

“Strip,” Hoseok barks, and you can’t get your clothes off fast enough.

You hear the jangle of his belt and pants hitting the floor, and when you return to brace yourself against the door, he’s on you instantly, one strong arm pressing firmly on your back until you’re arched and presented for him the way he likes.

The head of his cock teases your entrance, and you lose any ability you had left to pretend you don’t need him.

“Hoseok, please.” You have to stifle a yelp when his hand cracks down hard over your ass.

“Don’t ask me for shit,” he growls. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Until then, you’re gonna stay just like this.”

You’re wincing already in anticipation of another slap, so it takes you by surprise when he brings his hand up to cup your sex instead, long fingers sliding through your drenched folds. It’s impossible to hide the effect he has on you.

Hoseok’s voice is close now, purring in your ear again. “You’re dripping on my floor, baby.” The pet name makes you shudder, and it’s paired with a heady moan as his fingers start to circle your clit.

“Fuck,” you breathe, and it only encourages him to work faster, falling into a steady rhythm. With your hips kicked back and your legs spread wide for him, you can feel the arousal he works up as it runs down your thighs. You’re sure his view of it must be obscene.

You have to rest your head against your forearm as your mind spins with pleasure. You were so prepared for pain, or at least a rougher touch, that this is sending you to the edge alarmingly quickly.

“Feels good, huh?” Hoseok’s voice is just barely above a whisper.

Your stomach flips. If he works you all the way up like this and then denies you release at the last second, you don’t think you’ll survive. Your legs are already trembling with how badly you need to come.

“H-Hoseok,” you can barely choke out his name now. His touch is unrelenting, dizzying.

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

Your breath catches at how sincerely he asks the question, not a trace of his cocky attitude to be found. “N-no,” you whimper, because it’s the truth.

His cock is suddenly teasing your entrance again, and your knees nearly buckle. He presses the tip of it flush with your core, and when you hear him groan a little, you realize he must be able to feel the way your walls are starting to flutter.

“Hoseok,” you gasp. “Please don’t fucking stop.” Something like terror rises in your chest now that you’ve said it out loud. You’ve given him a perfect punishment, should he choose to use it. You think you might cry if he does.

But you feel his other hand move over your hip, and his touch is so gentle. “Not gonna stop, baby. Wanna feel you come all over my cock.”

And then he thrusts into you all at once, and your orgasm rips through you. It takes everything you have to stay upright against the door as you pulse around him over and over, crying out at the overwhelming fullness of him unexpectedly inside you.

He groans at the way you squeeze his length so tightly, and then he withdraws from you just as quickly. You look back at him with a soft whine at the loss; your cunt is still quivering, clenching around nothing as your climax subsides.

“Bedroom. Now.” Hoseok orders, eyes darkening as he brings a hand to his cock to slowly stroke himself. “I’m fucking you until you forget his name.”

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Word Count: 7,777 // Angst, SMUT (spanking, degradation), Fluff

Photographer!Jungkook X Noona!Reader

Summary: Jeon Jungkook, your wedding photographer, helps you escape on your big day upon learning about a secret your groom-to-be kept hidden. You soon fall for this young, passionate photographer. However, you underestimated just how much he was willing to reciprocate that love. Maybe, you think, he’s loving you just a little too much.  

It was like you were in college again, waking up without knowing where you are because of the countless hours you studied instead of going to parties with Namjoon or Yori. At least back then you knew what to do when you wake up. You’ll collect your things, do your morning routine, and get back into the academic grind. Study, pass out from exhaustion, worry about money, repeat. Now, you simply have no idea. You woke up first, your neck aching, skin cold from the stainless-steel fridge humming behind you. Jungkook was laying on your abdomen, his arms wrapped loosely around your hips, legs sprawled between yours. Grunting in pain you nudge his arms away slowly, the ache from the neck traveling down your spine to your hips as you moved. You hear him sigh before rolling over your leg, thankfully, to rest his cheek on the kitchen floor. It was only when his arm knocked against the absinthe bottle and your broken phone that you remembered last night, the image of his distraught face burning behind your eyelids.

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— companionship ღ

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: strangers to lovers

warnings: jimin says hi <3, allusions to kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, threats of murder (not towards the reader), corruption, a tiny bit of voyeurism (?), jealousy, possessiveness, hinted bdsm, rough sex, spanking, choking, degradation, praise, dirty talk, daddy kink, creampie

How could someone be so cruel?

Frowning, Jimin picked up the crumpled sheet of paper and tried to smoothe it out with his thumbs. He should hang it back up. The weather was dreary, and he really doubted the tape stuck to it would hold with how the wind whistled, tugging at his hair.

The vibration in his pocket distracted him from his thoughts. He reached for his phone, barely glancing at the screen before answering the call.

"Hey," Jungkook greeted, "busy?"

"No, why?"

"Well, I need to get some stuff for Bam and his friend, but my car's still not fixed... Can you give me a ride? I won't be able to carry this shit home."

Jimin snorted.

"What the fuck are all these muscles for, then?"

"For girls to look at, hyung. What else?"

Rolling his eyes, he folded the damaged sheet and slipped it into his coat, the corners of his lips quirking upwards.

"You're so full of shit. Are you planning to buy the entire store?"

Either way, he was already fiddling with his keys. Jungkook chuckled on the line, because he knew.

"See you there."

Jimin sighed, hanging up to spare his already rigid fingers from freezing any further.

Jungkook hardly ever had to worry about finances, despite being a full time student. He already had Bam to take care of — and he loved to spoil him with the best food, toys and treats that stores had to offer. Lately, he's been talking about getting a new pet.

He stated that Bam could use a friend while he was stuck in college all day; and while Jimin could see his point, he didn't understand how Jungkook could possibly find the time to do his work, keep his social life in check and take care of two dogs. He's already been going out less, too busy with homework and too tired for their usual clubbing sessions.

It didn't really matter though, Jimin supposed. Jungkook wasn't anything if responsible, and maybe he didn't mind the quiet nights in.

As long as he was happy.

Silence.

It's been three days, and Jungkook wasn't picking up his phone. They were supposed to meet for drinks tonight, unwind. Jimin waited for an hour before he downed another whiskey and left the pub.

They didn't talk every day, but getting completely ignored and stood up? That wasn't usual for Jungkook.

Rather than frustration, it was concern that had Jimin driving up to his house. He has been getting so withdrawn lately. He did mention his assignments were taking a toll on him. Checking if he was okay was probably a good reason to use his emergency key, right?

That was what Jimin decided on anyway when he knocked and there was no answer.

He stepped in through the door uncertainly, scanning the living room. Nothing out of the ordinary. The light was on, too.

"Jungkook?"

No answer.

Was he asleep?

Heaving a sigh, Jimin locked the door and started making his way up the stairs. When he reached the top, however, he paused promptly, a hushed voice reaching his ears.

Jungkook's voice, to be precise.

What the hell was he doing?

Annoyed, Jimin stalked towards his bedroom, the door before him opened no more than a few inches.

His hand almost grabbed the knob; his heart almost stopped.

The rest of his body followed, freezing. Cold spread throughout his ribs, his stomach, the frost webbing his bones.

He suddenly felt the weight of the folded sheet he found, abandoned and forgotten in the pocket of his coat; until this moment. Unconsciously, his fingers twitched, touching it.

There was Jungkook, crouched down on the floor, a leash in his hand, his nose almost brushing the one of his new pet.

His new pet... that looked exactly like the girl on the missing poster Jimin picked up on the street.

He eyed the opened cage he helped Jungkook bring in, the diamond collar around your neck.

He felt sick to his stomach, felt his palms start getting sweaty. The initial shock was slowly fading and alarms were going off inside his head. What the fuck.

"— even understand when I'm talking to you?" Jungkook whispered, his jaw set as he tugged on your leash.

On all fours, like a tamed kitten, Jimin saw your body jerk forward and your lower lip quiver.

"What did I say about talking to Yoongi when he comes down? What did I say?" Jungkook snapped.

Yoongi? The dealer?

Jimin watched the scene in front of him unfold in horror. Jungkook was... some kind of disturbed creep. Did he ever really know him at all?

Finally it made sense why he stopped going out, why he was no longer interested in hook ups. Was he the one who ripped your poster off the pole...?

Jimin shivered. He had to help you. He had to make sure he remained unnoticed and get you out of there as soon as possible.

"It's not my fault he flirts with me," you suddenly whispered, meek.

He didn't miss the way Jungkook's thumb caressed your face, settling on your jaw.

"Do you want me to break his neck?" He breathed. "Do you want to spend another night in that fucking cage? Do you?"

Jimin took a careful step backwards. He needed some air. Needed to leave and throw up. Maybe calling the cops was a better idea than handling this alone.

"I'm sorry," you whined, nuzzling your captor's neck. "Please don't be mad at me, daddy. Please touch me."

Poor thing; you had to resort to complying with his depraved demands just to—

Wait a minute.

Jimin froze again, feeling his stomach twist and turn.

Did he hear you right?

He definitely heard Jungkook's breath hitch, and at that point he was moving intuitively, slowly backing out into the darkness of the corridor and losing sight of you. He couldn't bear to look anymore. There was something in your eyes that unsettled his soul.

"You want me to touch you?" He heard Jungkook ask, raspy. "Want me to fuck you?"

A moan.

Jimin took a deep breath and tried to keep his composure, cheeks hot and hands unsteady as he reached for the banister of the staircase.

Poor little thing, in love with the maniac who snatched her up one day and changed her life forever. He pretended he didn't hear the unbuckling of a belt, pretended the chills running down his back weren't making him dizzy.

Maybe your demeanor should have been a sign that you needed help more than he imagined. Somehow, though, he doubted you'd accept it. It looked like he discovered Jungkook's little secret too late; you couldn't be torn out from his claws now. Once the separation anxiety kicked in, you'd wither away.

No pet wanted to live without their owner.

The collar was tight; it closed around your throat like a fist, tighter the harder Jungkook pulled. He took in the curve of your back, greedy eyes tracing down to where you were connected.

His cock throbbed as he watched it split you open, glistening with your slick. An inked hand dug into the supple flesh of your ass. You were so perfect, your whines music to his ears; somehow that only made his anger flare up.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled, a slap, then another resounding through the room, leaving your skin hot.

He loosened his hold on the leash, then abandoned it altogether, gripping your hips to fuck you harder.

You fell forward, oxygen rushing back in and pussy tightening. His pretty little mess, sweat beading your body like morning dew glimmering on a flower.

"You wanna let another man flirt with you? You wanna be a little bitch?" He groaned. "Then shut the fuck up and take it like a bitch. Agh."

He threw his head back, blocking out the image of your ass bouncing as he slammed against it, the way your little hole swallowed his fat cock. It was too much to handle. The filthy sounds and the feeling of your cunt alone were enough to make his stomach burn, and he couldn't think straight anymore.

He just wanted to fill you up.

Again and again, while you drooled and panted, begging for more. Insatiable, just like him.

"Fuck," he gasped, "good slut."

You were close. His knees always weakened as you keened and tightened at the degrading praise, and he swallowed, no better than an animal himself as his cock rammed into you.

"Mine," he whimpered, his voice almost breaking. "Mmhm, gonna come—gonna keep you full—agh—here you go, baby—"

A heated shudder went through him, unraveling deep in his abdomen. Jungkook was never the one to break a promise, pumping his cum as deep inside as it would go while he moaned, letting your orgasm soak his cock completely.

"Fucck..."

Mine mine mine mine.

The only thing he knew, pulsing as the last drops of his seed shot out, leaving him blissfully empty. Of everything, except thoughts of you.

He caressed your sides, leaning down to press kisses to your spine. The hot trail ended right below your ear.

"If you ever talk to him again," Jungkook murmured sweetly, "you'll be sleeping in that cage next to his corpse. Understood?"

The little shiver of fear that ran through you was delightful. Jungkook kissed your neck, smiling when you nodded your head.

"Mm, yes daddy," you sighed out.

"Good girl."

You still needed some training, it seemed. But Jungkook had more than enough time and patience, and most importantly, he loved to remind you who you belonged to. It didn't take long for you to get it.

Jungkook would always take care of you. He would kill and die for you. There was no breaking that bond, not now, not ever.

This kind of companionship was meant for life.

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𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔  ⟶ 18+, explicit smut, mentions of violence, dark themes, mention of drugs, mentions of prostitution, smoking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), oral, awkward attempts at baby-making, taehyung is kind of an asshole at first??, he gets nicer I swear…

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