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I'm begging for more sub könig🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 on my knees, hands clasped together, sitting on my heels, looking up, begging.

I like when you beg

so after a long day of walking around on base, your feet were absolutely killing you. You could feel the blisters forming as you waddled to your front door. Opening it, you were greeted with silence, which at the moment was all you wanted. You dropped your stuff somewhere on the floor and walked to the couch.

a while later, you could hear heavy footsteps. The couch sunk from weight by your feet and then you felt strong hands pull them into his lap. You open your eyes to see König holding your feet in his lap as he gently massaged them.

“Does it hurt, liebling?” He asked quietly as his fingers massaged the sore muscle of the bottoms of your feet.

“Mm, no…you’re being such a good boy…” you praise him quietly, reaching down to squeeze his thigh.

but of course a massage wasn’t enough, so you made your dirty boy eat you out until you came. Your juices and cum was everywhere, on his face, your thighs, the leather couch. You hated messes, so you made him clean it up.

“That’s it, good boy. Lick up mommy’s cum, baby. You’re not allowed to leave until it’s spotless. Understand?” You ask as you caress his head, licking the couch that was drenched with your cum.

He nodded, eyes making contact with yours as he dragged his tongue across the couch, through your cum.

oof-

Now you’ve touched yourself, it’s kinda hard not to when you have an insatiably hot boyfriend. The relationship isn’t extremely new, maybe a few months in, but not new new. You both have had phone sex, needing that sudden release when he was out on deployment. But every time you touch yourself, you do it only to the point when you begin orgasming. Key word: begin.

the mutual masturbation has been common for you two since the beginning really, letting yourselves reach that amazing peak. So the first time you two got a little tipsy and felt that need growing a wet patch on your panties, Simon knew what to do.

he fingered you, stretching out your wet and gummy walls for him, making sure that you would be able to fit him in your tight cunt. His low, guttural groans did nothing good for you, making your clit throb and hole clench around his fingers.

“Fuck, look a’ you. Takin’ my fingers so fuckin well.”

he groaned into your neck, his hand picking up the pace. The wet sounds from your slick filled the room, making your hands link around his neck and pull yourself closer to him. The tight feeling you get before cumming getting closer and closer.

“Si- Simon! Almost…almost the- ah!” You squealed into his neck, thighs tightening around his hips that held your legs open for him. His fingers quickened again, rubbing that slightly rigid spot inside you that made you mewl loudly.

When your orgasm hit, you expected him to stop, just like you always did. But when he didn’t, you arched your back and reached down to grip his wrist. “Simon! N-no, too much!” You screamed after you felt another surge of pleasure, making him finally stop.

you felt him pull away slightly, looking down at his lower abdomen that was glistening with liquid. He looked back at you with a dark look in his eyes. “Didn’t take ya for a squirter, love.”

the heat rose to your cheeks, voice coming out slightly hoarse. “I haven’t…haven’t squirted before…”

a devious smirk made its way to his face before he leaned down.

“Lets see if I can do it again.”

Can I get a jimin fic where he'd our nemesis but y/n gets jealous and then fucks y/n into the oblivion, pure smut? 🥹

I loved writing this one🥹 so sad to see it go, but so happy to share it with you

Warnings: jealousy, arguing, and pure smut

18+ ONLY

Jimin had been eyeing Y/N all night, his desire growing with each passing moment. She was the epitome of pure sex, and he couldn't resist the urge to have her. As the night wore on, the tension between them grew, and eventually, they found themselves alone in Jimin's bedroom.

Without any words, Jimin pressed Y/N against the wall, his lips crashing onto hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve and dip. Y/N moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his soft hair.

Their clothes were quickly discarded, and Y/N found herself pressed against the bed, Jimin hovering over her. His intense gaze sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't wait any longer. She needed him, all of him.

Jimin's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses. He sucked and nibbled on her skin, marking her as his. Y/N's hands were in his hair, tugging and pulling as his mouth made its way down her body.

She gasped as his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. His other hand massaged her breast, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. Jimin switched to her other nipple, giving it the same attention before trailing his kisses down her stomach.

Y/N's breath hitched as Jimin's lips hovered over her core. She was wet and ready for him, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste her. His tongue darted out, teasing her entrance before delving inside. Y/N moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets as Jimin's tongue explored her depths.

He flicked his tongue against her clit, causing her to buck her hips in pleasure. Jimin's hands held her down as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth. Y/N's moans grew louder, and she couldn't take it anymore.

'Jimin, please,' she begged, her voice filled with need.

He smirked, knowing that he had her exactly where he wanted her. Jimin stood up, his eyes locked with Y/N's as he slowly entered her. She was tight and hot around him, and he couldn't help but groan at the feeling.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the pleasure building with each thrust. Jimin's hands traveled down to Y/N's hips, gripping them tightly as he pounded into her. She moaned and cried out his name, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

'Fuck, Y/N,' Jimin groaned, his pace becoming more frantic. He couldn't hold back any longer, and with one final thrust, he sent them both over the edge. They cried out in unison as they reached their release, their bodies trembling with pleasure.

Jimin collapsed beside Y/N, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

'That was...' Y/N trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

'Amazing,' Jimin finished for her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

They lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's presence and the feeling of their bodies intertwined. But it wasn't long before their desires took over again, and they were back at it, exploring each other's bodies with pure abandon.

And as the night turned to morning, they continued to pleasure each other, losing themselves in the oblivion of pure sex.

Who knew it only took you almost fighting a girl?

Will gobble him up.

thanks for the tag <3

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^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long

this isnt a win for me.......

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I can imagine you getting home from work or running errands and the house is empty. You call out “Riley?” and the sweetest German shepherd pops out, holding his squeaky toy in his mouth, followed by a tall and broad military man.

“Yes, love?”

this popped into my head and I just love dog Riley and Simon Riley

I just ate the juiciest nectarine ever and the juices got all over my chin…ghost would def say something like

“It’s not nice to impersonate people, love. Especially after I made you cum so hard.”

or just really sloppily kiss you, running his tongue all over the juices across your mouth and chin, making sure to taste your tongue for more of those delicious juices.

Can you write a fiction where Jimin is a stalker and make it a bit dub-con smut?

hey, I should’ve specified this earlier, but I will not write non-con/dub-con or anything incest related. I’d be glad to write something else if you’d like, but those are just some boundaries for my blog :)

ghost…

“You can’t love me. Ride me like you hate me, baby.”

ghost telling you you’ve always been his ‘marry’ when he gets randomly pulled into a game of ‘fuck, marry, kill.’

mMMmmMmMmMmm

Honey. Baby. My love.

come over so I can SHOWER you with love and pick at that pretty ass brain of yours 😤

such an asshole ⋆ jjk

popular jock jk x popular cheerleader fem reader

draft dump, drabble, fluff, 1328 words, jungkook is oc's #1 bff and #1 protector, jk is cold to others, except her, bitchy queen bee oc, brief lil taekook squabble, tae's situationship makes a comment toward oc, jk doesn't like that, cute read

the cafeteria was loud. hobi’s laugh was louder.

he was in the middle of one of his laughing fits—the kind that had him slapping his knees, the table, and unfortunately, anyone sitting too close. today’s victim was taehyung, who rubbed his arm with a wince but couldn’t help laughing along even through the pain.

“hobi, you’re going to bruise the poor boy,” you hummed, stabbing a green grape from your tray with your fork before popping it into your mouth.

“deserves it,” your best friend muttered, reaching over to steal two grapes off your tray like the menace he was. his long fingers twirled one in his hand before casually tossing it into his mouth.

you turned to jungkook, narrowing your eyes, but he was already watching, his lips quirked as if waiting for you to say something. you opened your mouth to do exactly that, call out his audacity to take your grapes when his own tray of untouched food sat right in front of him, when taehyung interrupted.

“uh, fuck off, kook,” tae scoffed through a laugh, still rubbing his arm. “there wasn’t enough time to make that pass, and you know it.”

you blinked amusedly, chewing slowly with another grape speared on your fork as you watched the scene.

“there was enough time for your grandma to make that fuckin’ pass, hyung,” jungkook rolled his eyes before reaching for your vitamin water.

he unscrewed the cap and took a big gulp, passing it to you when your hand reached out for your own sip. when you were done, he took the bottle back and re-lidded it while taehyung's annoyed grumble cut through the air.

“my grandma’s in a wheelchair, you assh—”

“exactly,” jungkook deadpanned, placing the drink back on the table and reaching for another grape from your tray.

you gasped through a laugh, wrapping both hands around his larger one to keep it away from your food. “no, j! you wanted pizza, so eat your nasty ass cardboard—”

“there wasn’t enough time!” taehyung whined while you were in fits of giggles, paying little attention to his protest as you swatted jungkook away when he tried to dodge your hands and sneak more grapes.

when tae didn’t get the response he wanted from jungkook, he turned to the rest of the group with a dramatic frown. “guys?? don’t you think there wasn’t enough time?”

jungkook finally gave up wrestling you, letting his hand rest on your thigh as he glanced down at your tray with the most pitiful look. “just one, please?” he murmured softly. “don’t want pizza anymore…”

you rolled your eyes, sliding the tray toward him, a small smile tugging at your lips. you didn’t actually care; you just liked making him work for it.

as he picked at the grapes, you unwrapped a muesli bar, leaning your head on his shoulder while taehyung continued his tirade, searching the table for backup. “guys, seriously—don’t you think there wasn’t enough time?”

“i don’t know how to play football,” jimin shrugged, biting into a chicken finger. “and i wouldn’t care even if i did, taehyungie.”

you snickered at his response while taehyung groaned dramatically, clearly growing more frustrated. jungkook just watched him with a dull expression, almost finished with the fruit on your tray.

hobi agreed with taehyung, saying there wasn’t enough time, while namjoon shook his head, disagreeing. growing more desperate, taehyung turned to lia who sat beside him. “li, what about you? you know how to play, right?”

lia perked up, blinking prettily at him. “uh, yeah. definitely enough time,” she nodded confidently, making tae jut his chin out triumphantly at jungkook.

jungkook’s only response was a mocking nod as he finished off the last grape before taking the rest of the muesli bar you held out for him. “and you, y/n?” taehyung asked, turning to you with big, hopeful eyes. “what d’you think?”

you finished chewing your mouthful before meeting his expectant look with alittle shrug. “i think there was enough time, tae.” when you saw his shoulders droop slightly, you added lightly, “but it doesn’t matter. it was just a practice rally. who even cares—”

“course you’d say that,” lia muttered under her breath, popping a fry into her mouth.

your brows lifted slightly, tilting your head a little in amusement. “hm?”

the table fell silent. lia blinked up, pursing her lips before awkwardly laughing. “i just mean, like, of course you’d say that… you’d agree with jungkook no matter what, right? that’s, like… your thing?”

you bit back a laugh, very happily about to respond. but before you could, jungkook cut in, his voice cold and bored. “who even are you again?”

hobi’s strangled gasp cut through the air at his words. jimin buried his face in hobi’s chest to muffle his snickers while namjoon stared wide-eyed at his tray, hand pressed tightly over his mouth to cover his grin.

“aish… come on, kook,” taehyung winced lightly, glancing between the three of you awkwardly.

you didn’t blame tae for not really knowing how to react. you were all friends, had been for a long time. but lia was his latest link, and he seemed to like her a lot. you didn’t actually care about what she had to say anyway. she was new to cheer, and you knew from the moment you met her there was no substance to anything that came out of her mouth, so she didn’t bother you in the slightest.

your best friend, on the other hand? bothered.

“no, really,” jungkook said, tossing the empty wrapper onto the tray and sliding his hand back onto your thigh. “i mean, i know your name is ‘lee’ because taehyung just said it, but i honestly don’t even remember you sitting down…”

you absentmindedly fiddled with his fingers in your lap, head tilted curiously as you waited for lia’s response. but all she could do was open and close her mouth, clearly at a loss for words. “wh- i-” she stammered, looking to taehyung for help before scoffing lightly, “i’ve been sitting here, like, every day for the last week…”

jungkook just blinked slowly. he turned his head to you with a confused look, as if he was genuinely trying to figure out if what she said was true. you nodded slightly, your lips twitching as you confirmed she had, in fact, been sitting there. lia’s jaw dropped in disbelief as jungkook simply turned back to her, pursing his lips.

“oh,” he muttered, not sparing her a second glance as he picked up his phone with his free hand, swiping through it like the conversation had never even happened.

the table fell silent for a beat before jimin finally lost it, bursting into laughter that had him clutching hobi tighter. taehyung groaned, burying his face in his hands as you quietly laughed, your head leaning back against jungkook’s shoulder.

lia swallowed harshly in humiliation before muttering something about class, hastily gathering her things and leaving the table. you watched her walk off, your mind already wondering if she’d show up to practice tonight. you hoped she would.

“that was mean, kookie…” you said, turning to him with a pout. there wasn’t a hint of sincerity in your voice, though, and he knew it.

jungkook locked his phone, his gaze trailing over your pretty face before humming lowly, “meaner than what you would’ve said?”

your lips pursed as you pretended to think it over before nodding. “uh-huh. i’m an angel.”

“mhm,” he hummed, though the smile tugging at his lips told you he knew better. his hand tightened around your thigh, sliding you closer to him on the bench.

you chuckled softly, looping your arm through his and resting your cheek against his bicep. he opened his instagram to show you a reel he thought you’d find funny, as if he’d already completely forgotten about the last five minutes.

such an asshole, you thought amusedly. god, it was hot.

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