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Cynosure- A focal point of admiration. (M)
Cynosure- A focal point of admiration. (M)
Pairing: Reader x Jaehyun: Nct
Word Count: 20.4k
Genre/warning: Enemies to lovers; Surgeon au: language, mentions of previous patient death, fluff, smut
Plot: When the young hot shot doctor, Jung Jaehyun, has been solicited to your hospital. He is to become the new Chief of Surgery. Your excitement and curiosity are soon to be washed away by his cocky disposition.
Songs: Ginny: Sylo Nozra ↳ Thinkin Bout You: Katie
A/N: It’s been awhile. This has Scrubs vibes, just saying. Sorry to the medical professionals if any of this is off. I started writing this in January and finally got around to finishing it.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a crush on this ‘Jaehyun’ guy.” Doyoung said, picking at his food. The two of you and a few others scattered across the cafeteria, eating lunch.
You paused, giving him a look before continuing to eat. “I’m sorry, I’m enthusiastic about something. You wouldn’t understand that would you?” You smiled, speaking with fluent sarcasm.
Doyoung coughed out a laugh. “I have plenty to be excited about.”
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disaster management | j.jk. | one-shot (m)


An important investor wants to withdraw from a future project at the company and you are to handle things before they blow over. A task that would have been easy despite the meeting’s location being the investor’s daughter’s wedding. Only – the presence of your unruly CEO, Jeon Jungkook, by your side the entire night when paired with alcohol… may lead to way bigger disasters than what the two of you can manage.

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Sweet Spot [M]

➬ Title | Sweet Spot
➬ Summary | Your lover has always become more honest when he is drunk. Tonight, after a night of drinking with his best friend, he shamelessly reveals that he could be daring as well.
➬ Pairing | Kim Hanbin (B.I.) x reader (feat. Bobby)
↳ Genre; Ratings | Smut, PWP(?), Established relationship; 18+/Mature
↳ Word count | 6k words
↳ Warning | Jealous Hanbin, exhibitionism, alcohol consumption (all characters are still coherent to give consent), oral sex (f receiving, biting involved), fingering (f receiving), rough sex, sex without protection.
↳ Song Companion | HENRY - Kiss Me Again | Darci - At Least
↳ Author’s Note | I’ve been missing this guy like crazy so I just had to write this to get him out of my head (for a while). Special thanks for @softyoongiionly and @theodea. You guys literally made me do this.
When you have a lover who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, you learn to pay attention on the things that are most valuable in his life.
There are three things that you had noticed would be able to give him the feeling of content, moments that he would cherish and times where he would be more carefree.
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please, please, please - jaehyun
pairing - jung jaehyun x female!reader
genre - angst, fluff, smut; college!au, basketball!au, fwb!au
warning - explicit language, alcohol abuse, explicit sexual content (drunk sex, choking, unprotected sex), me being pretentious
words - 15.331
summary - How is this supposed to mean nothing when you can feel your world shift every time Jung Jaehyun touches you?
Or; in which the only good thing in your life is your job at the museum and basketball star Jaehyun just really likes touching the art.
note - this fic is why i’m going to hell, please excuse the fact that it’s literally 90% smut. actually, please just excuse the whole fic idk what i was thinking.
!!! please be aware that there is a read more on this, the tumblr app simply doesn’t display it unless a post is reblogged. i apologize if you have to scroll through this post, but there just isn’t anything i can do about it as it is a technical problem that tumblr has yet to fix and therefore completely out of my hands !!!
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feels like summer (m)
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: smut, fluff, angst
summary: You only have one question on your mind this summer: when did Jeon Jungkook get abs?
warnings: alcohol mention, drinking, explicit sexual content; voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, dom/sub-themes, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral sex (m/f receiving), throat fucking, cum play, grinding, gagging, oc has a muscle kink, jungkook’s character doing a whole 180 halfway through the plot
word count: 16.6k
A/N: This was originally written for the BSC Drabble Exchange and obviously I’m two months late…but also….this spiraled out of drabble territory so fast. But to the person who originally requested this, I hope you see it and enjoy it! Please don’t forget to send in some feedback, and I apologise for any mistakes!

“You’re drooling a little there,” Yoongi mumbles, nudging your arm.
“Will you shut up,” you glare, trying to focus on the article you’re supposed to be reviewing but it’s difficult. How can you focus on Market Upheavals when Jeon Jungkook is doing pull-ups in his backyard.
You don’t know how it happened but when you came back home from college one fine day, Jungkook had just changed. He wasn’t just the kid who stuck to your brother like a second skin, following him around like a lost puppy anymore. He had grown up. A little too much, you think to yourself when he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat that had collected on his forehead. You think you’re mistaken, but you catch him looking right where you’re sitting, and when he does, you have to hold back the jolt of shivers that threaten to go down your spine.
“Hey, hyung,” he calls, waving his hand to Yoongi before making his way over the short fence. “I wanted to ask if I could go over some of my compositions with you later.”
“Yeah, stop by sometime before 8, my shift starts at 11,” Yoongi responds without looking up from his phone. Jungkook lets out a non-committal hum in acknowledgment before he leans over to you, invading your personal space so all you can see is his sweaty torso. Your eyes budge at the way his muscles flex and follow the way a drop of sweat trails down the side of his jaw, down to his neck. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your skin, his eyes noting your reactions and you swear you see a corner of his lips twitch. “Noona,” he says, voice lower than normal. Your eyes jolt to meet his own, mouth suddenly very dry.
“You’re sitting on my towel,” he points towards the offending cloth placed snugly between the dock chair and your thighs.
“Oh,” you let out, voice uncharacteristically weak but you comply nonetheless, moving so he can slide it out from under you. He grazes the skin of your thigh lightly, and you know he’s doing it on purpose. You don’t know when he got so bold, last time you were home he’d barely even look at you for more than a minute before he was reduced to a blushing, stuttering mess.
But that was two summers ago and the scrawny, awkward boy you used to know is no longer there.
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make it right 2 (m.)

⟶ pairing: jung hoseok/reader
⟶ genre: smut, angst, fluff
⟶ word count: 21k+
⟶ tags/warnings for part two: hip hop dancer!hoseok/drummer!hoseok, ballerina!reader, enemies to friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slowburn, mutual pinning, explicit sexual content: dom!hoseok, bratty!reader, rough sex, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), (slight) breathplay, spanking, like one (1) pussy slap, unprotected sex (stay safe kids!), course language, some angst:(
⟶ summary: he was a punk, she did ballet, avril lavigne sings, but truth to be told, there’s so much more than meets the eye about jung hoseok besides his drums, killer dancing skills and unexplained hatred for tattoos and piercings. because, under the layers of leather jackets and washed out joy division shirts, he’s still just a boy who tries to find his place in this big world.
or, alternatively: ballerina meets certain hip hop dancer slash musician who’s on a mission to win her heart with coffee dates and drumming lessons.
⟶ read part one here!
a/n: the second part to my monster (it’s 40k long lol) fic is finally here!! i was supposed to post this weeks ago but after having some trouble with my laptop it got delayed a little. anyway, i hope you like it :) i really poured my whole heart into writing this. enjoy, x.
At some point, everything seemed to go back to the previous state after all, strangely.
Both you and Hoseok acted like that night or more accurately: your confession in Hoseok’s car had never happened in first place and you were thankful for it but deep down, against your common sense, you didn’t want him to brush it off just like that. Like you had mumbled drunkenly something silly that didn’t have a need be paid extra attention to.
It was almost disappointing in a way.
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Business Affairs
Pairing: BTS Jin x Reader
Genre: Fluff/ Angst/ Smut/ Office worker/ Humor/ Enemies to lovers
Summary: When the unexpected happens and here you are hours away from home your professionalism is put to the test. Jin, long time rival, always shows up at your worst moments. What happens when the world seems to be against you and the only one you know is Jin?
Words:8 K
Warnings: smut, switch/dom/sub, baby girl/ baby boy, mentions of alcohol, cursing, and dirty talk. Rated 18+ (M)
A/N: Hi…I wanted to release this one shot as an intermediate while I’m working on other series. I know this trope has been done before, but I wanted my own version. Thank you for being patient with me. This is supposed to be lighthearted~. Thank you for reading~ check out the other version to get a (slightly different perspective on this one shot!
Masterlist, Got7 Jinyoung Version [Will be linked when issue is fixed, please access blog for mstlist]
The orange LED numbers escalated slower than usual, or maybe it was my impatience kicking in. I’ve been working overtime ever single day this week. The coffee keeping me the cheery professional was beginning to wear off. When the chromatic doors opened, I slipped through before it had the chance to even open fully. I tried wiggling my bloated toes in my tight heels as I stood outside my boss’s door. As the head of my team, I’m expected of nothing less than perfect on this project. The project was projected to make millions for the company if I did it right. To say that my shoulders felt heavy was an understatement.
I knocked three times, as requested, then adjusted my blue pencil skirt and walked in. He carried his pen across a document with a heavy hand almost carving his signature into the page. He tossed his pen onto his desk folding his hands together to rest them by his lip. The real “I was working really hard before you walked in” go to move for him. He parted them momentarily to offer me a seat in front of his desk. I bowed slightly taking a seat in front of his desk. Papers were pilled everywhere, it was unorganized and chaotic in this small room. Maybe, for once, he was actually working?
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The Holi-Date (M)

Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of the A Very, Merry Fic-Mas! collab with @lamourche , @kittae , @underthejoon , @hobidreams , @floralseokjin and @winetae
Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnight for this exquisite moodboard (THANKS, TIFFY!)
Pairing: Taehyung / Reader (female)
Genre: Fake Dating / Neighbors
Word Count: 40,538
Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Oral (female receiving), dirty talk, spanking, fingering, marking, big dick, consumption of alcohol and a holiday sweater with the word ho on it.
Summary: When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.
[[ CROSS-POSTED TO WATTPAD HERE ]]
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bitchin’ || (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader
word count: 4.8k
genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l
warnings: multiple smut scenes, science talk, banter, jealousy, alcohol & LOTS of colorful 80s slang lmao
A/N: Bitchin’ is a multichapter fic, surprise!! This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness and helping me with Yara’s character overall.
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07
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PART ONE
12:16 pm.
The time on the clock was glaring at you, a silent caution that today’s lab was going to totally suck.
You could feel irritation start to eat away at you. You and your best friend, Yara, had a deal. She would show up to the dissection today and, in exchange, you would gladly do all the work. But given that class would start in four minutes, you had a sneaking suspicion that Yara was going to in fact skip class after all.
You let your chin sink down into the comfort of your open palm, eyes flickering once again towards the black and white clock that was perched up above the classroom’s blackboard. Usually, you could hear each small tick of time, but seeing as this lab was more exciting, every student in the room was currently chatting amongst their peers, covering the clock’s sound.
You considered for a moment making conversation with your professor. That idea was quickly squashed once you realized that he too was preoccupied – his attention set on the clock as well, allowing the minute hand to make its final journey before beginning the class.
Suddenly, you realized that not only had Yara left you alone, but she had also left you without a partner to do the dissection. You glanced around the room, frowning as you saw that every other table was evenly numbered, meaning you would be forced to join a random pair to make a group of three.
Wicked.
“Good afternoon, everyone.” Mr. Kim began, pausing to take a swig from his coffee mug. “I hope everyone read the email I sent out yesterday in regards to proper attire. If anyone isn’t wearing actual shoes, then I suggest you beat it unless you’re particularly amped at the idea of losing a toe when someone accidentally drops their scalpel.”
A few isolated giggles rang out, but no one made any move to leave.
“No one? Radical. Feet are gross anyway–”
The sound of the classroom door suddenly being pushed open stole away everyone’s attention. The late boy that walked in froze momentarily, clearly not expecting all eyes to fall onto him, but quickly regained his composure as he flashed a smile.
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Satiate

So this was part of the @btssmutclub Summer Group Project! There was so much love and support in our group Heatwave ILY all <3.
Thank you @junqkook for the header.
This is the longest one shot I have ever done and I stressed so much over this but pretty happy with the result!
Theme: Heatwave - Too much heat causes all sorts of heat and hunger for vampires. :P
Please Enjoy, Comment, Reblog and Check out the other parts of Group Heatwaves crazy little universe we made here —-> Heatwave (Two will be posted every week)
Jimin x Vamp Reader AU
Words:9713
Warnings: SMUT (Of Course :P), blood play (kinda), swearing, Light BDSM, Restraints, Sex toys, Switch Jimin.
“Haemagen, the largest donor network in the world”
“Swear to god if I hear that infomercial again I’m going to implode” you growled, cursing the television playing on the tea room flat screen.
“Woah Y/N who squished the filling out of your doughnut” Your best friend being as bright as ever at 8 fucking am.
“Like seriously have you seen it, it’s so corny and there is no way someone that hot actually works for this company” You flicked your hand dismissively at the perfect specimen blurting out the script promoting the company.
“Works in recruitment my ass” you supplemented as you added the second vial of blood to your already potent coffee.
“Again, who took the blood from your cornflakes this morning” her tone becoming sharp and more severe. You buckled under her stare and tried to inhale as much calmness as you could before massaging your throbbing temples
“Sorry, I’ve had this banging head since this heatwave started not to mention that I just never feel satiated at the moment” you confessed, your throat burning as it was flushed with sweet caffeine and blood.
“Satiated in what way?” Sam joked, a half chuckle reverberated from you
“Now that you mention it both! I feel like I’m literally can’t enough of either” Sam’s face twisted slightly into deep thought.
“What?”
“It kinda seems to be going around, a lot of you seem to be suffering” she paused
“Maybe it is something to do with the heatwave?, I mean your implants are working so much harder and with the boosters you have to keep having it may causing a slight imbalance?”
Ever the scientist you thought. You couldn’t help shake the feeling that maybe that was only part of it, being a vampire also left you vulnerable to more supernatural causes that Humans like Sam would miss out on. Lucky for them!
To most of the world Vampires are wiped out, but in reality we are hiding in plain sight right under their ignorant noses. Scientists in Daemur managed to develop an implant which constantly pumps a kind of UV protection through our blood stream. An internal sun cream. We can now walk among humans and live normal-ish lives. We still have to deal with the hunger and blood lust, science will never crack that. Human food isn’t even off limits for us now, over the years we have developed taste for mortal food; but only blood can give us the sustenance we need to survive. The older we get the more powerful we become. Older vampires have the power to compel and control humans in addition to memory wiping certain things; all we need is a few these vampires carefully placed in society and voilà! We have a whole world right under their noses. Younger vampires can only really memory wipe or compel a human when they have been partially drained.
“Someone also smells really good too, it’s a really faint smell I can’t pinpoint but it’s certainly not helping the situation”
“Well let’s go and start work and hopefully that can take your mind off things slightly”
“Yeah, let’s hope” you sighed, returning your fingers to your temples.
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Drabble Request [Park Jinyoung]
Tags: 1.1k, AU, CEO!Jinyoung, Secretary!Reader, Humor, Suggestive
Prompt: No.101 “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”
@prettywordsyouleft Cheers to our favorite brand of Park Jinyoung!
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Runaway
Pairing: Seokjin / You
Genre: one shot / royalty!au
Rating: M
Word count: 9.4k
Summary: Being the first born meant that he will be the heir to the throne. He cannot escape tradition – his bride will be chosen for him. Seokjin has never broken any rules.
That is until he met you.
gif creds to: @ksjinie
Reign [Masterlist]
Twenty minutes. This is how long you’ve been waiting.
Five more minutes, you tell yourself, and if he’s still not here, you’ll finally be convinced that you’re going to have to spend this night alone.
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Blue Blood
➭ “Prince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.”
pairing: jimin x reader
genre: royalty au, smut, angst
wordcount: 26k
❀ 1 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀
** warnings: this is angsty!, jimin is a light dom, slow burn, violence, mentions of blood, heavy themes, lots of drama, character death
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the clever princess • knj (m)

title: “the clever princess”
pairing: kim namjoon x reader
genre: fluff, smut, royalty!au, rated m, slight humor
word count: 3,768
warning(s): slight sexism, unprotected sex (stay safe, kids), thigh riding, slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk.
summary: namjoon finds an old library that has been in his kingdom for centuries, gathering dust. he thinks he’s the only one who knows about it until he finds a girl reading in it a few days after his discovery of it.
excerpt: “Sometimes it did get lonely in the endless pages of the book called your life.”
taglist: @chims-kookies @jiminnies-baby @babyhobibi @shreya-pjm @goldengguky @pwinny00 @idkbrodeanishottho
p a r t o f t h e k i n g l y s e r i e s

Warm and light, the air was when you emerged from the darkness of the staircase. You should really hang some lamps there, you thought to yourself as you nearly tripped again.
Taking in every part of your little safe haven called a library, you hopped off the last step and thought wistfully how happy you were to be here. Under the warm, yellow oil lamps, next to the beige walls that towered nearly twenty feet above you, the large oak table near the middle, surrounded by curving bookshelves, the ancient tall bookshelves carved intricately with different patterns, all nonsensical but beautiful, and the books you so precariously took care of, dusting them and arranging them to be in perfect order (for you, that is, color wise).
There was a sense of home here, even if it shouldn’t be considered your real home, but you couldn’t help but be you under the pages of books. A feeling of giddy happiness filled you each time you opened the door in the trunk of the tree you discovered this place from. The excitement that bubbles in the depths of your stomach reminded you each time: this place was yours and no one else’s, and no one could stop you from being yourself here and learning. It was just the thought of it that elicited such a positive reaction from you, the intoxicating idea of learning, the mere fact that you could stay here forever had you drunk on the feeling.
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I’m Not a Kid
I’m Not a Kid
Word count: 4.2k
Genre: smut
Parts: one | two
“Y/N” you heard Jungkook sing song. He had been bothering you for the past three weeks. Jungkook was your boss’s son and he had been trying to get you to go out with him since day one.
You had given the papers to your secretary and turned to face him. “Jungkook,” you sighed and walked back over to your office. You walked inside your office and turned to close your door but Jungkook stopped it and walked in. You sighed again and went to sit at your desk. You got on your computer, not looking at him, “Yes, Jungkook.”
“Oh, Y/N” he laughed. “I love when you call me that.”
You looked over at him, “It is your name.”
He just stood there and smiled with a wink. You rolled your eyes, “What did you need?”
He walked over and sat at the on the edge of your desk. “Well, I need a date to dinner tonight?”
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bloom
filed under: hobi fic was due
notes: you’ve always had a crush on hobi and he’s always handled that gently. what he can’t handle is you now, nine years later.
warnings: eventual smut
part i // part ii // part iii
“you can come out of your room now,” namjoon says from the door before bursting in and sprawling across your perfectly made bed. he lets the teddy you throw hit him square in the face without flinching, one earbud still in and eyes glued to his phone. “hoseok left already.”
“so? i wasn’t hiding,” you lie indignantly.
namjoon gives you a look and you stand up from your desk chair to throttle him, when-
“joon,” you freeze upon hearing hoseok’s voice coming up the stairs. “sorry but i need my earphones back! i think i left mine at the gym and-”
“get out!” you hiss, hiking up namjoon by his lanky wrists with your surprising strength. you grab his ankles when he doesn’t comply, his head narrowly missing the pane of the bed when he falls onto the carpet with a heavy thump. “move, you big lump! before hoseok comes in and-”
“____!” hoseok says brightly, head poking round the edge of your door before he enters. “you’re home? we were playing mario kart downstairs!”
“oh yeah, um,” you start, dropping namjoon’s foot on the floor now that you’ve been caught manhandling him red-handed. not that hoseok cares. because hoseok is funny and cool and tall and a whole four years older than you. “well, i had lots of homework…”
“did you cut your hair?” he asks, pretty teeth showing when he smiles. you become very aware of the shit-eating grin on your older brother’s face who’s currently watching from the floor.
you did cut your hair. not that anyone noticed but your mum (because she took you). even if you squinted you hardly saw difference since it was just a trim, but of course hoseok noticed. of course. you gulp, twirling it nervously. “yeah…”
“it looks pretty,” he smiles wider when you finally meet his eyes. “very grown up!”
you hate that you can’t hide how pleased you look. “thanks, hobi.”
“here are your earphones,” namjoon says, sticking his hand in the air now that it’s silent. “just a heads up i might’ve broken the left one but the right one’s fine.”
hoseok scowls, yanking them from him his grip. “i literally gave these to you an hour ago,” and namjoon only apologises with a shrug. he sighs and cards a hand through his hair and you almost die from how gorgeous he is in that second. “whatever, buy me lunch after soccer tomorrow,” he looks back at you brightly. “bye, ____!”
“bye,” you say weakly after he’s already left.
namjoon snickers as he climbs back onto your bed, voice screeching unflatteringly. “thanks hobiiii…!”
you pick up the forgotten teddy and beat him with it. “would you shut up!”
“okay, miss grown up,” he says, before you stuff the teddy in his mouth.
xxx
and that’s how hoseok remembers you. the little sister he never had, a cute fourteen year old who liked to draw a lot, shy and soft spoken until namjoon finished the good cereal. sure, maybe he forgot you existed for almost a decade but the point is when namjoon mentions you’ll finally be able to make the next family gathering he feels happy. reminiscent of when the three of you used to play video games and eat ice cream in the garden. until-
“hobi!” you screech, and he just barely manages to catch you when you throw yourself into his arms. “it’s so good to see you!”
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White Lies

› summary: When your boring sex life with your husband starts making you perform little white lies, you take it upon yourself to visit him in his office and hope that you can salvage the love between you. › genre: smut | romance | gynecologist!yoongi | heiress!reader | arranged marriage au › pairing: bts | yoongi x fem!reader › word count: 10k+ › warning: mature content (18+ only), dom/sub themes, age gap, orgasm faking, fingering, pet names, rough sex, oral (giving and receiving), dirty talk, doctor kink, choking kink, gagging, pet names, lingerie, public(ish) sex, creampie, and unprotected sex.
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You hated the way your life had become a routine. You had gone from being a politician’s reckless daughter’ to a mundane housewife. You used to throw parties that would last until six a.m., now you were up by sunrise to make your husband breakfast before he left to his office. Your spontaneous vacations to exotic cities turned into visiting your husband at his office whenever he was running late so that you could bring him dinner. Your weekly shopping sprees were now weekly trips to a charity of your husband’s choice where you would leave a donation in his name. Your politician father thought it was good publicity for his upcoming election, while your husband just thought he had too much money for just the two of you.
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