[An Intensified Rain.]

[An intensified “Rain….”]

Hi Rain,

Thank you for not making me feel so lonely this Valentine’s Day (edit: now that I’m rereading this, this sounds so sad omg😂). But, for the coupled-less Kharli here, this was really sweet (but also very, very hot). I love pilot Hoseok, but not as much as how far along my love for you spands!! 

Thank you for this again, Rain! I hope that you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I’m sending you my heart on top of the Heart of hearts!!💕💜

Tonight | Jung Hoseok III {m}

pilot!hoseok, f2l, fluffy valentine’s day smut.

tonight, a single minute after the private jet reaches 36,000 feet in the air, your co-pilot flips on the auto and turns to you with a damnable smirk on his lips. “so,” hoseok says, spreading his legs wide so the fabric of his navy dress pants stretches across his taut thighs, inviting you to sit. “is this romantic or what?”

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Birthday Girl

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: one night stand, noona (get over it),

rating: M (seriously, i know, it’s M)

word count: 6.1k

warnings: first time, blood (a little), protected sex, fingering, hand job (i actually cannot believe i’m listing these things), awkward conversations about these very things, realism and unrealism, kissing, touching, foreplay, yoongi looking like that(!),

a/n: many many thank yous to @sasseone for giving me an awkward and brief science lesson, and many many thank yous to @xjoonchildx who truly encourages me and validates my abilities.

i told her i’d tag her, so @snackhobi​ here we go. similes inspired by your audio tags and your beautiful writing that i love to cozy up in.

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Birthday Girl

“Slow down,” you breathe, desperately trying to say the words properly. It’s difficult, with his teeth lightly scraping the skin of your neck. You know your neck is sensitive, but for some reason every touch of his lips, tongue and teeth sends shocks through your system like the one time you’d tried to fix a light switch.

But better.

“Hmm?” He hears you, lifts his head to meet your gaze. It’s dark and you regret the choice of rendezvous venue as you want to see him under lights, every facet of him illuminated for your starving eyes.

“I need…you to slow down.” Your words are clearer this time, you hope. Never mind that you are speaking in a breathy voice, the one your acting teacher said was the ‘orgasmic voice’ and never to use in a scene.

Even with the lack of light, you can see those feline eyes of his squint with confusion. “Slow down? Do you not want to…?”

“I do.” God, you are so eager and not cool about this. “I really do, I just…” How do you explain this? Should you explain it? He’s clearly here for one thing and one thing only.

And that is not to hear your backstory.

He tosses his head to get the few strands of midnight black hair out of his eye. It’s swept back, his forehead, pale skin on display. When you’d seen him across the dance floor, you’d almost swallowed your tongue.

No one should be that beautiful.

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Ok THIRST NIGHT?? bitch just imagine: NAMJOON

But beefy, muscular namjoon fucking you against the shower wall, literally carrying you as he splits you in half and the filthiest shit comes out of his mouth🥵 oh and he's loud as hell too, bc why not, we love men who moan

aaaaaaaaa frick i’m literally sweating pls eye-

he’s working out again. quarantine was driving you absolutely insane, for many a reasons, one of them being namjoon taking the freedom to turn the living room into his own personal gym when you weren’t doing anything there.

it was just,,,,,absolute, pure torture. this was torture. having to look at kim namjoon, this tall, muscly, beautiful man flexing his muscles and sweating it out right in front of your own two eyes. grunting and groaning, puffing out heavy breaths and pushing back sweaty strands of hair as he barely spares you a glance.

and to top it off, he gives you that sweet, charmingly dimpled smile when he’s done. he dares to smile at you as he wipes off his dripping sweat with a towel, his biceps practically bulging through his tight short sleeve.

“i’m gonna go shower and then we can get something to eat, yeah?”

no. because the second you heard water running, any ounce of self control you ever had went flying out the window and you were speed walking to the bathroom, shirt halfway up your torso already. he makes a surprised noise when he hears the door swing open, and you can see through the glass that he pauses for a second. god, he looks amazing even through the fogged glass.

“__?”

your reply is nothing. you simply step inside and remove any articles of clothing left on before stepping into the water stream with your very much wet boyfriend, who’s currently looking at you with an amused smile, as if you didn’t look horny out of your mind with the way your eyes were swallowing him up.

it only takes you basically throwing yourself at him to get the things going. deep, scorching hot kisses have you moaning into his mouth. large hands run up and down your pliant body, and yours give his the same treatment. you’re sure the warmth you feel radiating isn’t from the water, but from his body. he was always the warmest after his workouts. you can’t help but push your body further against him, breasts pressed firmly into his torso, feeling his cock getting harder and pressing further into your tummy.

“fuck me,” you gasp into his mouth when both his hands squeeze your ass so harshly your nails involuntarily dig into his chest. “fuck me, joonie.”

pressed against the shower wall is how you find yourself. he goes so deep it feels like he’s splitting you in half, it’s how it always feels with him, but that’s what’s so good about it. that stretch, that burn, you never thought it could hurt so good until you got with kim namjoon.

“fuck baby,” he grunts as he goes deeper. you whimper, head falling back against the cold tile. head buried in your neck now, he breathes heavily as he adjusts his feet to steady himself before beginning to move. “shit. i wanna fuck you so hard.” he’s going so slow and it makes you wanna scream but for the wrong reasons.

“then do it,” you whine. your nails dig into the back of his neck when he bites harshly. “fuck me as hard as you want.”

it boggles your mind sometimes how namjoon managed to turn from a rather lanky, tall dude to a buff man who fucks you against the shower wall with a surprising amount of ease. legs tucked into the crook of his elbows, he presses you into the wall, pushes his hips back and drives his cock back into your cunt so hard that a cry slips past your parted lips.

“you’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he groans. his hips piston so fast against yours. your moans grow louder and louder as the sounds of your bodies colliding resonates alongside with the water hitting the ground. “always so hungry for my cock.”

“f—fuck-“ you hiccup, eyes rolling back.

“yeah? like that?” his voice gets deeper as he presses further into you and slows down. his balls press against your ass and your hands snap up to grab onto his shoulders, slipping down the slippery, smooth skin.

“yes. i love it. i love it j-joonie—fuck!”

he moans so loud it makes your pussy clench around him involuntarily, which causes him to moan again. he sounds so good.

“fuck-“ he moans. “your pussy’s so fucking good. i love it. i could fuck you all day.”

he goes harder and you squeal. “joonie!” he goes even harder and no words leave your mouth, all you can do is cry out weakly as your breath is fucked out of you.

“fuck. fuckkkk your cunt is squeezing me so hard. jesus fuck—cum on my cock,” he moans and groans. large palms grip onto your ass tightly and goes faster, harder. “fuck, come on daddy’s cock, baby. come on.”

it takes only that one word for you to lose your breath as your pussy clenches around him, body twitching in his hold as you cum over his cock. he sounds euphoric, moaning into your ear over and over, his deep voice echoing in the shower as he empties his cum inside of you.

“shit,” you breathe out with a breathless giggle.

“yeah,” he giggles back. “we should probably get out and get dried up.”

“wait, no,” you wrap your weak arms around his neck before he could set you down and bring him into a soft kiss. “don’t put me down yet, i don’t think i can walk.”

he only laughs loudly and holds onto you tighter.

It was hard to look away from him in this position, naked, sweaty, his firm body exposed for you to touch, lick, tease, use. You liked this feeling, even though you’ve never experienced it before. Is that how he felt all those times he got to play with you?

I've never had sex before. I’m not particularly in a rush to have it anyways, but I know and understand how fulfilling it can be when you have a deep trust with someone you care about.

Even though this piece was filled with really intense smut (and god do I mean gut searing), I couldn't help but be drawn to the underlying reasons for why it was written like this. To have a main character who didn’t have the best relationships with men, but with Jungkook, she felt comfortable enough to break down her walls around him. To take back something that was stolen from her because of previous men (scratch that) boys. It's empowering to have that sense of control not only over someone else but for yourself. And I think that's what made this story a bit more personal, at least for me, and I could feel how confident the main character was even though it was her first time playing that role. It radiated off her so strongly, and I absolutely adored this piece with all of these things taken into account. I’m glad that she has someone like Jungkook in her life now, and I’ll be rooting for them.

Thank you so much Dee for not only this story but for all of your other ones. I really enjoyed reading this! I hope that you’ve been well and I’ll be sending you lots of love💕

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ASK: Imagine Koo on his knees in front of you so that you can bury your fingers in his now blonde hair and pull his head back so he looks all vulnerable and ready to be devoured by you with his throat exposed. Oh, did I mention that his hands are tied behind his back in red silk and you stripped him of his shirt? Have fun with that mental image!

word count: 3.1k genre: smut, bdsm (kind of) warnings: mature themes, intercourse, oral A/N: whoever wrote this ask, i hate you for putting this idea in my head (jk, i love you), hope you enjoy!

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baecation

Jeon Jeongguk x (F) Reader

summary⥗“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart. tags⥗richboy!jk, -3 knowledge of how vacations work, domestic love!!!, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, fingering, jk’s white ass cheeks mention wc⥗5.9k u ever randomly get inspired for the first time in 2 months and write a whole fic in one night anyway enjoy

There were many perks to dating the heir of your city’s top conglomerate, the endless showering of gifts being one of them, but your favorite thing about your boyfriend wasn’t his overflowing pockets or his secure future, but the lovesick look in his eyes when you told him how much you loved him.

Jeongguk was an enigma.

He was born to be the stereotypical rich boy that authors of teen fiction could only dream of, his looks suitable for magazine covers and his brains destined for top-notch universities. His bloodline was carefully crafted by generations before him, every marriage carefully planned and executed with the ultimate goal to preserve their place in society as apex predators. In fact, Jeongguk’s entire life had been one big script his family had carefully pushed him along, from the fencing classes he took to the hiring of the nation’s best nannies to care for him, all subtle enough for him to not complain but demanding enough that he knew what was going on.

The only thing they hadn’t planned in Jeongguk’s life was him meeting you.

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[Erin!!!!]

Hi my love. I actually wasn’t planning on reading this today. True Crime was going to be the one that I was going to read earlier, but then I scrolled through my ‘to-read’ list, remembered that you had written blond Jungkook, and then proceeded to scream internally (I really think that my mind constantly blocks out the fact that he’s blond now because of this very reason, and the fact that once I realized that you had written a blond Jungkook story-which again, I should’ve known- the whiplash I had was unreal).

Okay….Um...I honestly think that you crept inside of my brain and was like, “hm...let’s see what could ruin Kharli’s Friday night in approximately twenty minutes,” and then proceeded to write exhibits A through Z and put them all in here. I feel... betrayed (just kidding), but this was truly amazing Erin. You write Jungkook so, so well. The way you write in general blows me away honestly. There were moments when I was reading this where I was like "how can you pick the right words for the right emotions so perfectly?!?" Like when it got to the ““Please?” An echo chamber,” part, it was like something in my soul shifted, and it felt like the perfect high five. Or the feeling you get when you hear a song you like when you're out but don’t know the title of it, so you rely on what you think you heard so that you can google search it, and your searching brings you to the song so that you can play it over and over again fifty thousand times??? Yeah, like that.

You are the voice that I wish I had but do not. You're able to just...get it...you know? With your diction and prose and, oh my goodness, the way you had me swooning for Jungkook throughout this entire thing. Yes, um, Erin? Can you please lend me just a little bit of your brain, please??? Or just let me live inside there for an hour or two because I just wanna know how you can write so well😭😭😭And make me feel so much (with and without blond Jungkook as the catalyst for my emotions)

Thank you so much Erin for everything. I adore you!!!! I can’t wait to read True Crime as well as all of your other stories that are waiting to be read on my list. Stay gold! And as always, I’m sending you my heart. *Proceeds to play the Motive x Promiscuous remix that’s been circulating on TikTok for the 574000th time*☁️💫 💕🦋

stay gold.

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  blond!jk being a good boy?  idk.  that’s literally it.  wc. 3k.  beta reader.  @hobi-gif​, ofc.  author note.  this was meant to be pwp but i cannot shut up so here is this mess that is neither pwp nor something with a legit plotline. 🤠 blame blondie.

Having a content creator boyfriend is fun.  Usually.

You get to go on cool trips, he gives you all of the random shit his sponsors send him, and you get to preen like a cat that ate the canary when his DMs blow up with hundreds of messages.  

Sure, there are the downsides.  All his stupid pranks - the ones that piss you off when you’re trying to do your makeup, the ones that have him dunking ice cubes on you while you’re in the middle of a shower - and his perpetual recording, camera glued to his hand and if not that, then his phone.  There are the rude comments - the oh, that’s his girlfriend? He could do better was a common one - and the long hours he spends editing, holed away in his office;  the beyond inappropriate packages he gets in the mail, thongs and other things that he immediately tosses away with a reassuring tilt of his pretty head.

You don’t mind it though.  He enjoys it, thrives on it, and you’re there to support him.

But you’d never expected this.

This Adonis standing in the doorway, freshly styled strands pushed back from his forehead, glimmering gold falling across his eyes.  He looks, for lack of a better word, unreal.

(You’re not often speechless.  Can’t be, when you’re dating someone like Jeon Jungkook and everything he does either makes you laugh or infuriates you.  Boring isn’t a part of his vocabulary and you’ve learnt to keep up with his antics over the years.)

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