God Making Me

God making me

much better. (m)

pairing— kim taehyung x reader genre— rebound au, tattooed and pierced!taehyung, smut, fluff, comedy, a little bit of angst warnings— period sex (🥺 give it a chance, it’s sweet), oral (male receiving), fingering, protected sex, size kink (taehyung is huge) word count— 18k about—

On a night out with your girlfriends to let loose and forget about your ex, you meet a man that you are instantly attracted to, like magnets on the dancefloor.

But he reminds you way too much of the one that broke you heart… Can Kim Taehyung prove to you that he is not like your ex at all?

It’s been five months, two weeks, three days, eight hours, forty-three minutes, and ten seconds since your douchebag ex, Kim Jaejin, had broken up with you. Not like you are counting or anything…

In fact, you are doing so much better without him.

Honestly, It’s just funny to you that he had the audacity to break up with you first.

YOU!

The woman that everyone had told him was way too good for him!

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so here’s joon just here in peace, no phone or nothing, admiring the water, in a state of tranquility amidst having had a solo album that reached no.1 in over 80 countries, beating his own bands record that he happens to be the leader of too…like thats kim namjoon!!!!!!!!!

TAEHYUNG WAS GRINNING THROUGHOUT THE BOY WITH LUV PERFORMANCE… HE LOOKS SO HAPPY MY POOR HEART 😣

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devoted (m) | jhs

⇢ summary: jung hoseok is infamous for wanting nothing to do with commitment of any kind, at least until he decides he wants to knock you up. (fuckboy au, biker au)

⇢ genre: smut entirely pwp

⇢ word count: 2.31k

⇢ warnings: sexual content (impregnation kink, cum play, dom & sub tones, penetration, dirty talk, sex on a motorcycle, light degradation, creampie)

⇢ note: i’m blaming this on my primarily smut writer friends (who know who they are) for corrupting me as well as the fact that i am too ill to write much better. i am so sorry jksgaf

More than anything, after all these years of pointless hook ups, Jung Hoseok makes you want to light yourself on fire. You mean that in both the absolute best and worst possible way.

Twenty minutes prior, you were in the club. Vodka sloshed through your bloodstream like liquid adrenaline as you rocked your hips back and forth, dizzying lights overhead blurring your vision. The club was just as terrifyingly sweaty and close-knit as the ones you see in movies. People’s bodies crushed against one another in a fit of hormonal liberation, grinding and pulsing on each other in the hopes of bringing someone home for the night.

At the time, you had absolutely no idea where Irene went in the past twenty minutes. Probably scrambling off to fuck someone she met on the cold floor of the club bathroom, leaving you behind to the figurative wolves.

Someone tall gripped at your hips with ferocity, their nails digging into your skin through the tight, thin fabric of your dress. You pushed your ass back into their already half-hard crotch upon instinct alone before the familiar scent of woodsy cologne cut through the alcohol infused air.

“Up for a quick fuck, princess?” Hoseok had asked, his rough voice tickling the shell of your ear.

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