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syllviere | fic recs

— This list represents some of my favorite reads, while acknowledging with gratitude that there are a million more stories and writers out there worth discovering. — NSFW content. Minors, do not interact. — Updated: Nov 17, 2024

BTS — Kim Namjoon

In Neverland by kpopstories

Peaches and Cream by jinpire

Stimulant by hoyoungy

BTS — Kim Seokjin

A Kiss of Marble by jinpire

A Saint in Her Halo by winetae

Dr. Kim by btsfiles

Made-Up Love Song by floralseokjin

Pink by tayegi

BTS — Min Yoongi

A Brush of Silk by jinpire

Alluring Tune by jeonscity

Arranged by obiwrites

Felix Culpa by army-author

Insemination Wars by prolixitae

Mr. Min by ellieljade

Miss Dial by versigny and cyphertrip

Not In the Cards by yoonmetogether

Wild Strawberries by yoonia

The Equation of Love by kookingtae

The Raindrop Prelude by inktae

Three Tangerines by kithtaehyung

Unexpected by noona-la-la-la

Whispered Secrets by lostbookmark

BTS — Jung Hoseok

A Shot of Whiskey by jinpire

Acatalepsy by velvetchen

Ask and You Shall Receive by floralseokjin

Fermata by yeoldontknow

Gold and Silver by inktae

Heartbeat by joonbird

Lap Dance by btsinned

Mindless by jungk0oksthighs

The Purge by jungblue

The Wood by sailoryooons

Transference by dark-muse-iris

BTS — Park Jimin

A Bite of the Apple by jinpire

Cordially, Jimin by kpopfanfictrash

Locked in Love by parkmuse

Sin City by btssmutgalore

Snap Decision by noona-la-la-la

Spellbound by minlouvre

The Sound of Your Love by an-exotic-writer

Watch Me, Watch You by the95liner

BTS — Kim Taehyung

Clandestine by daizymax

The Half-Lycan by yoonia

The Wings of a Devil by jinpire

BTS — Jeon Jungkook

A Sip of the Grail by jinpire

Comfort Inn Ending by joonbird

Paralian by kpopfanfictrash

The Fitting by noona-la-la-la

The Winter Court by koyamuses

BTS — Multiple Members

Let the Games Begin by kpopsinning

EXO — Kim Jongin

99 and Marlowe by kpopfanfictrash

Addewid by kpopfanfictrash

EXO — Park Chanyeol

Balls Deep by yeoldontknow

Iron Wrought by yeoldontknow

Ateez — Multiple Members

Descent to Depravity by daizymax

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[4joonkookie2]

All Grown Up

Pairing: Jungkook x Yoongi

Words: 1K

Summary: inspired by this: p0rn (This is a small part of a larger fic that only lives in my head now: the history of Jungkook’s first experiences with all his hyungs.)

Jungkook has been doing a lot with Hobi and Jimin. Recently, they invited Yoongi into the mix, and Jungkook is disappointed with how hesitant Yoongi was and how he was holding back. Jungkook knows it's because Yoongi still sees him as a kid in many ways. He’s going to make sure Yoongi knows otherwise.

They sit on the couch alone, watching a movie. and Jungkook is obvious. They both get what they want 🙂

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“Hyuuuuung,” Jungkook whines, tugging at Yoongi’s shirt.

“What?” Yoongi looks at Jungkook. He mimics Jungkook’s pout, which no sooner morphs into a shit-eating grin.

“You know what,” Jungkook pouts, lifting the remote to shut off the TV. He’s exasperated with Yoongi’s supposed ignorance, inching closer to him on the couch. 

“I don’t,” Yoongi coos, leaning in. “Tell me.” 

Jungkook looks down and pensively rubs his arm. “Why don’t you want me to touch you?” 

The insecurity bleeds out in Jungkook’s voice more than he wants. 

Even worse, it KILLS Yoongi. He intended to tease Jungkook, but giving the impression he didn’t want his touch wasn’t the intention. He keeps up his play anyway. 

“Who says I don’t?”

Jungkook takes a thoughtful pause before straddling Yoongi’s lap. He places his hands on either of Yoongi’s shoulders and swings his legs over Yoongi’s thighs. 

“Hyung…” he starts, pressing his torso to Yoongi’s chest. “I’m not a little kid anymore.” His doe eyes are soft and lidded.

Jungkook teeters on the razor’s edge of premier confidence and debilitating insecurity. It’s precious and makes way for the rest of Yoongi’s resistance.

Yoongi tangles his hands in Jungkook’s hair, yanking it back. 

“You think I don’t know that?” He whispers, pulling Jungkook and dragging teeth along his jaw, making him whimper. He continues.

“You don’t think JM and HSK tell me all about what a good little cockslut you are? How you can go for hours and hours and never get tired? The way you suck cock, ride cock, worship cock?”

Yoongi looks down at his crotch, embarrassingly hard, but is pleased to see Jungkook is right there with him. He loosens the grip of his hair, moving his hands down to Jungkook’s waist. 

“You think I wasn’t losing my fucking mind watching your lips wrapped around my cock the other night?” He gropes at himself at the words, and Jungkook smiles, batting his sweet eyelashes. 

Yoongi leans in to whisper. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” He pushes his lips to Jungkook’s, needing to taste him. Jungkook whimpers as his mouth is pried open. He tangles his fingers in Yoongi’s shaggy hair. 

Yoongi pulls away, eyes half open, entranced. “You know what else they told me?” He slips his hand beneath the fabric of Jungkook’s pants, grabbing his ass. 

“They told me… you have the prettiest little cunt.” He grazes his fingers over Jungkook’s hole, making him shudder. “And you love to get eaten,” he plants his lips on Jungkook’s neck. “Is that true, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook looks away, face flushed in humiliation. Yoongi loves to see the red-hot embarrassment on Jungkook’s face. Yoongi turns Jungkook’s chin back to meet him. “Is that true?”

Jungkook nods, looking down and feeling his ears burn red. Yoongi presses his fingers firmly to Jungkook’s hole while he taunts him.

“They said they could do it for hours because the sounds you make are so beautiful,” Yoongi continues with an arrogant chuckle. “You think I haven’t thought about that?”

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines.

“Let me see,” Yoongi orders, guiding Jungkook to stand up. He pulls Jungkook’s pants down, Jungkook lifting his feet to get the fabric around his ankles. He sits on the couch next to Yoongi.

Yoongi presses two fingers to Jungkook's lips. “Get them wet.” He hums low in delight when Jungkook takes him in. He gets a feel of Jungkook’s mouth, taking him back to that place a few nights ago, how soft and warm he is.

Jungkook keeps his eyes locked on Yoongi as he laves over his fingers. He knows what he’s doing. 

Yoongi groans. “Oh, you’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?” He teases as the fingers fall out of Jungkook’s mouth with a pop. 

Yoongi lowers his fingers between Jungkook’s legs and pushes in. Jungkook gasps.

Yoongi coos. “Ohhhh. I know HSK and JM are so sweet to you. You’ve never taken it dry before?”

Jungkook just shivers, adjusting to the rigid intrusion and shaking his head. 

“Turn over,” Yoongi instructs as he pulls his finger out.

Jungkook crosses his arms over his waist to remove his shirt, exposing his chest. Yoongi hums and grazes his fingers over the sensitive buds. He turns over and presents himself to Yoongi with a deeply arched back. 

Yoongi gets to his knees on the couch, lined up behind Jungkook. He bends down and gives a chaste kiss on the flesh of his ass, followed by a spank. 

Jungkook stifles a moan, then whispers. “Mm_Hyungie…they’ll hear us,” he says.

“I know,” Yoongi purrs back, spanking him even harder, allowing it to echo through the living room. “I’ve got a better idea,” he says. Yoongi pushes the coffee table away and sits on the floor with his back propped on the couch. 

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks, looking over his shoulder. 

Yoongi leans his head back to rest on the cushion. “Sit on me,” he says, looking up at Jungkook. “Come on,” he says, encouraging. 

Jungkook is initially unsure but braces himself, grabbing the back of the couch. He aligns himself over Yoongi’s face but can’t bring himself to properly sit.

Yoongi pulls his hips down to latch on properly and groans when he finally feels the weight of Jungkook’s body on his lips.

Yoongi buries his face between his cheeks, slurping. It’s messy and fevered. Sucking, groping, licking. He’s insatiable.

Jungkook grips the back of the couch tighter, bucking his ass back and whining. He forms a rhythm with his hips. Rocking back and forth, letting Yoongi’s tongue press all over, and egged on by the lewd sounds of spit against his flesh. 

Yoongi pushes his tongue inside, getting the slightest taste of Jungkook’s inner walls, pressing a finger in again, his finger fighting with his mouth. 

Yoongi runs his hand over his own cock and pulls away a moment. “Is that good, baby?”

Yoongi can barely get the sentence out before Jungkook forces his hips onto Yoongi’s lips, desperate for his mouth. 

“So good, hyungie,” Jungkook cries. 

[4joonkookie]

The Local ♡

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Words: 3.6K

Summary: How Taehyung and O/C met :) Smut, flirting, and skinny-sipping. Can be read alone or be read in the CIGARETTE BURNS universe.

Notes/Tags: SMUT, angst, one-night stand, sex, drinking, cigarettes, skinny-dipping, Taeconda is real, build up at the beginning and smut at the end.

♡♡♡

Opening your eyes and propping up on your elbows, you look around the unfamiliar room.

Where am I?

Whose bed is this?

What happened last night?

Your weary eyes aren’t open long before they instinctively shut due to the throbbing pain in your head. 

Trying to keep the brief image alive behind your eyelids, you attempt to nail down where you are. This bedroom is as big as your whole apartment and is unfamiliar. 

“Good morning,” a voice says from the other side of the bed, and your eyes shoot open to look over at the barely familiar stranger. 

“You were pretty gone last night,” he says, tilting his head. “You remember?”

Letting out a painful groan, you rub your eyes and lay back on the pillows. “If you were there, maybe you should tell me.” 

“Well, you went pretty hard for a Wednesday,” he says, scrolling on his phone. Then, he looks over at you. “No judgment,” he adds.

He sits up under the blanket with no shirt. Lifting the covers, you peek beneath to confirm your suspicions. And again, your eyes fall shut, head collapsing on the pillows in regret.

“You don’t remember,” he remarks and sighs sarcastically. “My poor ego.” He places his phone on his lap, offering you his undivided attention. 

You open your mouth to snark at him before it hits you. “What day did you say it was?”

“Yesterday was Wednesday, so today is...” He trails off. 

You leap out of bed, clutching pillows to your naked body, panicking. “What time is it?”

“Five after ten,” he says, standing from the bed in unabashed nudity. You quickly dart your eyes.

“Shit.” You scramble around, searching for your clothes, phone, or anything. The trail of your belongings leads the way out of the bedroom. 

“What's the rush?” He asks, following you around the living room. 

“My chem final starts in ten minutes and I can't even begin to fathom the levels of screwed I'll be if I miss it,” you sputter, struggling to get last night's crumpled, inside-out clothes on. 

“Can I have your number?” he asks, helping you get your head through your shirt collar. “I'd love to see you again.”

You give a dismissive wave of your hands. “Look. If we meet again, we can call it ‘Meant To Be’ and start fresh. It’s not like I remember a thing that happened, anyway.” You tuck the last of your belongings into the crook of an arm. “Right now? I’m late.”

He heads down the hallway leading back to the bedroom, and you rush to the front door, unable to even consider giving this guy another second. 

And you stop as your hand reaches the doorknob, realizing you haven’t answered your waking question. 

Where am I?

Turning, you’re relieved to see he’s returned from the hall. Only now, he’s carrying aspirin and a water bottle, handing them to you. 

“Where am I?” you ask, frantic. “How do I get to campus?” Wondering if you're even close enough to make it in the next 8 minutes. 

“I can drive you_” He starts to offer. 

“Like this?” you retort, eyes glancing down at his bare presentation and sighing heavily. “Can I get there on foot?” you ask, taking the aspirin and cracking open the water bottle.

He exhales, finally giving in. “Run 2 blocks at full speed that way and you just might make it,” he points. 

“Thanks,” and you're out in a flash, run-of-shaming your way to campus. 

“What's your name?!" He shouts down the hall behind you, peeking his head out the door.

You ignore him and continue dashing, all the while scolding yourself. It serves you right for celebrating the end of the semester too soon. 

♡♡

That night, you’re at the bar again with the morning’s hangover a distant memory. It's crowded as everyone celebrates the actual end of the semester. 

You arrive with Jungkook, a neighbor you’ve been hooking up with for a few weeks, planned to spend the evening hanging with a mixed group of friends.

You approach the bar on your own for a drink. Your eyes scan the crowd as you wait for the bartender. They stop on someone familiar. 

A few patrons down, there he is. The dark and gorgeous one-night stand, looking straight at you with a cocked eyebrow, pleasantly surprised to see you.

You look down at the bar top, chuckling to yourself. 

Out of the corner of your eye, he struts toward you and stops short, sitting a couple of stools away. He leaves the first move to you. 

You sit down on the closest stool and sip your drink. Looking anywhere but ahead, at the risk of seeing JK or meeting eyes with this stranger, feeling the heat on both sides of you. 

Unable to help yourself, you catch his eye, noticing the onset of a coy smirk at the corners of his lips.

He’s stubborn and not giving in. He knows you’re intrigued by this silent game. The push and pull of it all. 

He moves over one stool closer and your shoulders are almost touching. 

You give in, but maintain looking ahead. 

“Are you gonna ask how my final went?” 

Just then, a friend shouts your name, greeting you with a wave as she passes. 

He repeats your name, running his tongue over his bottom lip. Like he’s trying to taste it. 

“How was your chem final? Did you even make it on time?” He asks.

“Barely. And I barely squeaked out a C.”

“But you did. I’m proud of you. Cheers,” he celebrates, lifting his glass. 

He sips his drink, and it gets quiet for a moment. You feel the need to fill the silence, adding on. 

“And thanks for the aspirin. It really staved off the headache.”

“You’re welcome,” he says in a questionable tone, going up slightly at the end. 

Suspicious, you continue your train of thought. “And thank you for letting me crash at your place. I was pretty far gone and anything could’ve happened to me.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “You’re welcome, and I don’t need any thanks. It was the thing to do.” He pauses before continuing. “Plus, you were pretty insistent.”

You scoff and glare at him. “I was not.” 

“Oh, has your memory suddenly returned?” He snarks, playfully, but you shut up “I just wanted to take you somewhere safe to crash, but, we got home and you totally mauled me.”

“I mauled you?!” you squawk in disbelief. 

“Yes, you mauled me and took what you wanted from me and then you just woke up, brushed me off, and ran out without even telling me your name,” he says, nodding and pointing his index finger. “You were an ass.” 

He feels equally honest and playful, but you can tell he’s serious about that part. And you take a deep breath to reflect and ease the pang of guilt that washes over you.

“You’re right. I am an ass. I’m sorry for brushing you off and rushing out. You were so sweet to offer to drive me, too.”

“I know,” he says, milking this for every drop.

“Should I apologize for mauling you? Or…” you joke.

“No, I liked that part,” he smirks, and a flutter sinks down to your gut. Landing like more of a punch. 

“Is my tongue-lashing over now?”

“For now,” he replies, offering a wink that sends a second set of flutters to your stomach faster than the first time. He signals the bartender for the next round. 

“So you said something before?” 

You roll your eyes, knowing where this is going. “Yeah?”

“You said, if we met again, it must be ‘meant to be’.”

“I said that,” you confirm. And you’re suddenly reminded of JK, the last time you knew it was ‘meant to be with a guy’.

It still does.  

“I’ve been thinking about it all day and I played out all the ways it might happen.” He looks off into the distance. Maybe we’d meet up 5 or 10 years from now and the timing is right. Or… maybe I’d be thinking about that girl that ran out of my apartment so rudely and never see her again. But it’s neither." He smiles, and it’s too sweet. “Today is the day.”

“Well, you’re quite the romantic.”

He chuckles, sipping his drink. “Something like that.”

“Taehyung,” he says, extending his hand. “So. Your finals are out of the way. We’ve exchanged names and agreed we’re meant to be,” he says, like he’s checking things off a list. “What do you say about making this an at least 2-night stand?”

“Ok,” you reply.

You shuffle on your feet, knowing you’ve already made plans with JK, but you can’t deny the attraction to this stranger. 

“You wanna get out of here?” He suggests.

“Sure.” looking around and nervous. “Just…Give me a minute, ok?”

“You're not gonna run out on me, are you?” he asks. “You can just say ‘no’.”

And you believe him. 

“I'm saying ‘yes’,” you assure, placing a hand on his chest. “I just need to check-in with someone.”

♡♡

After poorly excusing yourself, you follow Taehyung outside the bar. It doesn’t seem like Jungkook picked up on anything.

“So, who’s he?” He asks as you stroll down the sidewalk.

You think about it. “My neighbor is the best way to put it.”  

“I saw you guys together last night. He looks like a drip.” 

“He isn't,” you defend.    

“Then why didn't you go home with him last night?” He snarks. 

“Unlike me, he would never get trashed the night before a big final. He went home at a decent hour, before it all went black.”

“Oh,” he rolls his eyes. “So why didn’t you go home with him tonight?” he smirks. 

Slightly peeved, you change the subject. “Why are you dressed like that?” You hardly ever see a guy in a button-up and slacks around here. 

 “I graduated last year, but I work just nearby.”

“Yeah? What do you do?”

“Private equity & Investment banking”

You cackle. “Speaking of a drip.”

“Touché.”

Something about the banter is familiar. Memories from last night become less fuzzy as you talk.

“Was that your house?” You ask, remembering the massive mansion that certainly couldn’t be his. 

“My parents. They’re vacationing in Europe for a few months.”

“So you’re from around here?” You ask, intrigued. “Ah, I haven’t met a local yet.”

“Born and raised,” he says. 

“Now that I think about it, I don’t even know what exists outside of these few blocks around campus.”

He stops in his tracks, gazing at you. It’s hypnotic. “Let me show you?” 

“Sure,” you nod, a little weary. “Where are we going?”

He reaches his hand out and pulls you in, kissing you. Soft. You inhale and pull away, feeling your body set on fire. 

“A local spot. Are you up for an adventure?” 

He unlocks his fancy car, opening the door for you to walk inside. 

♡♡

A short drive later, he slows down a beaten path, through some woods, and parks beneath the trees. 

“Is this the part of the story where I get murdered?” You ask, as he parks.

“No. My friends and I used to hang out here all the time. Let's go.”

You both head to the rear of the trunk, where he removes a duffel bag. He pulls a bottle of liquor from a side pocket, cracks the top, and sips from it. You take it and swig from it too, hiding the wince.

He carries the bag with him as you begin walking to the lake. It’s beautiful. Serene. The water is luminescent beneath the moonlight. 

He lays out a blanket just by the shore and you walk up to the water, dipping your toes in. It’s cold and refreshing at once. 

Taehyung lines up his body behind you, wrapping arms around your waist. He kisses down the line of your neck and over your shoulders. 

“And how many times have you done this?”

“Done what?” He asks. His voice is like honey. 

“How many girls have you brought to this spot? With the blanket by the lake and the charming moonlight reflecting on the water?” You mock, craning your neck back to face him. 

You’re on to all of his antics and want to make sure he knows. 

“Plenty,” he admits, and you’re taken aback by his honesty. “But none from out of town,” he offers. He kisses you deep before you can speak and it works.

He pulls away and starts removing his clothes. 

“Who’s eager now?” You tease.

“Well, we can't swim in our clothes.”

The realization slowly dawns on you when he pauses his motion at his fly. 

“Are you in?”

You think for just a moment and remove your clothes, handing them over. He tosses them on top of the blanket. 

He walks past you and directly into the lake, ducking his head below the surface before reemerging.

“You coming?” He asks, backtracking to where you’re only ankle-deep in the cool water. “Come on.”

“I’m coming,” you say, inching your way in. 

“Do it faster,” he says. 

“It’s cold,” you whine back. 

He makes a huge splash and you gasp, sprayed from head to toe.

“Faster,” he says, splashing again, and you chase him into the water. Horse playing, splashing, wrestling, and erupting in giggles at the surface. 

You settle, wrapped around each underwater. The noise settles. 

“I was trying not to get my hair wet,” you scold.

“Why?” He asks, and you regret mentioning it. 

“Cause it’s gonna…” you gesture wildly around your head. “Dry all weird.”

“Yesterday, I watched you barf into my mother’s rose bushes. I think we’re past that level of modesty.”

You shut your eyes in utter embarrassment. It’s bad enough it happened, but you can’t even remember. 

“No, I didn’t,” you tell yourself out loud. 

“Yes, you did,” he laughs. 

You let go of his body and sink yourself underwater, playfully wishing you can sink to the bottom forever. 

He gets hands under your shoulders and hoists you up, amused. Placing you back where you were around his torso. 

“Why would you even want to see me again?” You ask, shaking your head. 

He looks at you for a moment, perplexed. 

“Honestly, I don’t know. There’s just something about you, I guess,” he says, and you’re not sure how to reply. He breaks the silence. “I mean, besides you being an eager lay,” he adds. 

“Jerk,” you say, splashing. Then you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, arms draped around his shoulders.

“I’m really going to have to refresh your memory, huh?” pressing your lips to his. He pushes closer to you, feeling his hard cock press against you. 

“Oh,” you mutter. He’s hard on the thrill. It’s huge. 

“Things are slowly coming back to me,” you say, kissing his lips. 

“Like what?” 

“I remember it hurt to walk this morning, much less run to class.”

He smiles, nods shyly. “Well, that’s something.”

“And your voice. I don’t remember meeting, but I remember that once I heard your voice, I needed to take you somewhere.”

He kisses you, wading in the water. “And you did. And you had your way with me.”

“Yeah,” you laugh. And you duck your head into his shoulder.

“Don’t be embarrassed. You were taking exactly what you wanted. It was hot.

“And I wanted it too. I could’ve just put you in a car and sent you home if all I wanted was for you to get home safe.”

You push his wet hair back from his face. He continues.

“Last night, you told me you and your friends from home would hang out by the lake. That’s why I brought you here. 

♡♡

After a while (and some making out), you’re making your way back to the shore. 

Laying you back on the blanket, his eyes go narrow, looking at you like prey to be devoured. His fingertips are between your thighs, sending electricity up your spine as he lines himself between your knees. 

You kiss wildly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses his naked body against you. 

Reaching down, you grab his hard length, guiding him to the center. 

You gasp when he presses the tip inside. He stays there for a while, stretching you wide.   

“Oh shit,” you remark, feeling how big it is inside.

“Is that okay?”

“More,” you moan, gasping. 

“Yeah?” and he pushes in deeper. “Greedy,” he says. 

You nod and moan through a bitten lip. The hard ground scrapes against your back and you don’t care.

“Do you want more, Greedy?” he challenges, pulsing his tip in and out. “I’ve got plenty to give you.”

The nickname eggs you on and you feel yourself become different. Somehow darker, and hyper-focused. 

“I want it to hurt,” you whisper, and it triggers him. 

He shoves to the hilt and your ears ring. Three or four good thrusts, slapping into you. It feels like you might split in half in the best way. 

He stops and looks at your face, wondering if you’ve had enough yet.

It’s a dare, a silent challenge. 

And he pulls back and slams inside again. Your hands are braced over your lower belly, where you swear you can feel him bulging through. He grips your hips and lowers your body to him over and over. 

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he instructs, and you are uncaring of the world around you. Almost forgetting you’re in the woods. 

“Bossy,” you seethe, looking up at him and bringing your legs further apart. You pull his head down for a kiss, biting his bottom lip and tasting blood.

He brings his hand to his mouth and swipes at the wound. 

He slams in again and you yelp at the pressure on your cervix. He leans down to your face. 

“Mouthy,” he seethes and covers his hand over your mouth. He watches as he pulls his cock slowly out, leaving you hopelessly empty. You whine behind the flesh of his palm. 

“Turn over,” he instructs, stern. Never letting his hand leave your face. He uses his free hand to spank you. It’s hard, echoing into the trees. 

You’re shocked, seeing spots for a moment and unsure what happened. But you find yourself asking for more. 

“More,” you whine, muffled behind his hand. 

He pulls his hand straight off your mouth, like he knows what you said. 

“What was that, Greedy?” He asks, halting his motion. 

You fuss beneath him, bucking your hips back, trying to take more of him in. He doesn’t cave. 

 “I can’t hear you, Greedy,” he says, twisting your hair into a ponytail in his hands and pulling up slightly.

“Again,” you cry, and he hits you again as he slams himself inside from behind. He resumes plowing, and it’s heaven. You're helpless as he rams inside. Gasping and panting, drool rolling down your chin.

He goes impossibly faster, and you grasp at the ground beneath you.

“So glad I get to be in this pussy again, fuck,” he moans. The slap echoes. 

He pulls your hair back further, arching your back deeper. His warmth spills inside.

♡♡

You lay there for a while, panting and catching your breath, sitting in silence for a while and processing what just happened. 

“Did we do that last night?” You ask, somewhat embarrassed and processing the name-calling, the spanking, and why you liked it so much.

“Do what?”

“Did you spank me?”

“No. You have to be in the right headspace for that type of thing. Besides, you took more of the lead last night.” 

You nod. 

“Was it okay?” He asks. “Was there anything you don’t want to do again?”

You think for a long time and he’s all ears. “It’s ok,” he whispers. “Think about it.”

You do and shake your head. You liked everything, you're just not sure why. 

“This was fun,” he says, drying his damp hair with his shirt.

“Can I have your number?” You ask “I’d love to see you again,” parroting him from this morning.

He doesn’t respond, smiling and removing a pack of cigarettes from the bag and offering you one. 

“No thanks, I don’t smoke,” you say. 

“Oh?” he laughs. “You did last night.”

You’re mortified, rolling your eyes at yourself. “I’m not smoking right now,” you correct.

He takes a drag and gazes at you, slowly handing the lit cigarette over. A challenge.

Accepting it, you take a drag, holding it deep before letting it out.

“Mmm, you look good like this,” he comments. 

You shrug. “There’s something about every cigarette I smoke being the ‘last one ever’,” you say, taking another drag. “Makes it that much better each time I smoke one.”

He nods. “What I meant is, you look good when you’re doing exactly what you want.”

Smiling, you pass it back to him. He continues. “So, you're seeing that guy? Your neighbor?” 

“Sort of,” you shrug.

“Sounds kind of messy,” he remarks. 

 And you’re a little resentful at the accusation. He passes the cig back to you. 

“It’s nothing serious.”

“Either way, I just want to be upfront. I like hanging out and I want to see you again, but I don't really do relationships.”

“I'm not asking for one,” you say, taking another draw. 

“I'm just saying. If you're seeing other people, and you like them, you should keep seeing them. I prefer to keep things pretty casual.”

“Ok.” 

He leans over to kiss you amidst the smoke. The night is quiet, silent, except for the hum of the woods and the stillness of the water nearby.

[bunnygeminirecs]

The Songbird and the Sea by maia_archives

summary: " In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East."

pairings: yoongi/jimin, taehyung/jungkook, rm/jin

completed: 2017-12-25

make sure to read the tags!

honestly so good!!! I've read this so many times!! and I'm going to again!!! had to make this my first rec bc she is so iconic <3

[lilprincegoo]

lock it and leave me (with my dignity) by kiwiismewe

seokjin/jungkook

Meet-Cute, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Fluff, Humor, gamer!jungkook, barista!seokjin, Alternate Universe - College/University

6.4 words

rating: G

After embarrassing himself at the campus coffee shop, Jungkook becomes enamored with one of the baristas, and for some unknown reason even catches his attention. Now if only he could stop making a fool of himself.

[aboutnavi]

I can prove my loyalty to anyone just by pointing out I've been reading a fanfic since 2019 (it started being published in 2017!); it's 300k long, unfinished and we get one update per year, maximum (sometimes two). It's saltation by momora on ao3 and momora, if you're reading this, I absolutely love you and your writing and do not feel pressured at all to publish anything because I can be seventy five years old and I will still be reading Saltation. KISSES AND HUGS AND LOVE<3

[kyungsooverse]

my fic recs !

nct 127

wayv

nct dream

multimembers (nct)

misc. (mostly exo & bts lol)

[lilprincegoo]

let the light in by sharpa

ot7

Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Developing Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Slow Burn, Mute Min Yoongi, Friends to Lovers, Everyone is magical, Families of Choice, so much magic, Queerplatonic Relationships, past emotional abuse, mentions of a past abusive relationship, Asexual Park Jimin

65.6k words

rating: T

There is magic in the world, but for years Jungkook has shied away from his gift. (It's intrusive, unwelcome, dangerous.) Now, he's in New York City, battling loneliness and a college course he hates. Until on one particularly bad day, he turns down a side street in East Village and his life changes forever.   (Or: six boys run a magical emporium together and Jeon Jungkook is looking for a place to belong.)

[bunnygeminirecs]

fingertips by moonboymin

summary: “that’s my coffee.”

jungkook doesn’t hear him. he’s listening through the new bring me the horizon album, nose in his phone because hoseok is texting him some ridiculous story about his new arts TA, and he doesn’t hear him.

he glances up, makes a grab for the cup. someone touches his wrist, light fingertips. he blinks, eyes wide, and looks up.

“that’s my coffee,” he repeats, and jungkook stares.

this guy looks expensive. he’s in a suit that could honestly be worth more than jungkook’s entire closet, and jungkook wonders a little bit what the hell he’s doing in a tiny cafe downtown. he’s looking steadily at jungkook, palm held out in clear expectation.

jungkook bristles, a little. he’s not this guy’s assistant, or something.

and besides, he’s pretty sure it’s his coffee.

(or; jungkook meets Park Jimin, foremost CEO who owns half of korea, maybe, and very quickly has any and all of his expectations shattered.)

pairing: jimin/jungkook

completed: 2021-04-16

so slow burny for a 6 chaptered fic but it is so good!!! its a cute concept and it was a fun read. this author has some other good fics too ( I'll have to come back and put their names here).

[lilprincegoo]

i'll give it all (take my heart) by sirradel

jimin/jungkook

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - College/University, Omega Jeon Jungkook, Alpha Park Jimin, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers

3.8k words

rating: T

Jeongguk didn't know his roommate's name or age or even if they were another omega like him. He had been desperate for housing, but maybe selecting that he didn't care about his roommate's subsex was a mistake. He cleared his throat as the door pushed open, a light laugh coming from the half open door as a suitcase slid into the entryway. Jeongguk froze in place as that laugh registered in his mind, taking him back to— "Jeongguk-ssi?"

[purple-realms]

It's an incredible fiction 🙌🏼 I was literally sobbing while reading the angst part. So beautifully written and those details...✨️uff!!

The Body Through Time

Author: @yeoldontknow​ Creative Content Contributor: @chillingkoo​ who made this utterly stunning banner for my birthday because she is an angel ;~; Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (oc; female) Summary: When you’re offered a job as the graduate assistant for the Art History department at Bangtan University, it is a requirement for the department to sign their approval on the paperwork. You have one signature left and, unfortunately, he doesn’t want to see you. At all. Rating: NC-17 Warning: explicit sex; explicit language; angst Word Count: 10,947 (end me)

Two hours. That’s how long you’ve been standing outside the building, staring at the glass doors as your warped reflection slides in and out of view.

Two hours spent in the warm sunshine, a slight sunburn starting to form on the tip of your nose.

Two hours reminding yourself that this is for your career. Reminding yourself that this choice is not about him, it was never about him. That even if he didn’t work here, you’d still pick this university because it’s the best and it’s the only place your career will thrive.

Two hours telling yourself you’re strong enough to see his face. That one look at his full lips and warm eyes won’t send your knees to the floor, collapsing beneath the weight of your desire, not like it used to.

Not anymore.

Keep reading

[kaisensei]

pixie; 19; she/her; asian; an engineering major; infp

writes for jujutsu kaisen, bts, svt, house md, pjo

main masterlist. ficrecs. asks (requests open).

[bang-tan-bitches]

heyyy !

got any yandere bts recs? I really need more yandere to read

Hi nonnie,

Neither of us have had time to read much yandere lately but you can check out some old stuff on our fic rec blog @bang-tan-bitch-ficrec

Anyone else with recs please feel free to comment!!!

Thank you

[purple-realms]

Happiest birthday darling 💕 🎂🎉🎊

The Half-Lycan [M]

➬ Character | Taehyung x reader

⇢ Genre | Werewolf!au, Werewolf!Taehyung, Human!Reader, Hybrid!au, Fated Mates, Smut, Angst

⇢ Summary | Once the Blood War ends, trust becomes rare between species. Caught between two different species for having been born from an unusual union of a Werewolf and an ancient creature that had been brought up as weapons during the War, Taehyung has been pushed away from one family only to be frowned upon within a pack that supposed to provide him home. What happens when his mate, who he had been hoping for to be his saviour, turns out to be an entirely different species? Someone who had once could not even believe that Werewolves were real.

⇢ Ratings & Warnings | +18/mature scenes; slow burn, involving violence (fights, animal attack, animal hunt, physical assault), age gap (Tae is a few years older than y/n, but not so much. You might get the idea if you have read Blood Moon Rising), dry humping, marking, biting, face fucking, handjob, size kink (Taehyung has a big dick), dirty talk, virgin sex, breast play, multiple orgasms, pussy eating, impreg kink, breeding kink, knotting, creampie, mentions of blood.

⇢ Word count | 42k words

➥ Prompt | “Can I keep you?”

➥ Part of the Shifters Series | World Map & Fic Glossary

➥ Cross-post | Wattpad | Inkitt 

⇢ Author’s Note | This story takes place around a similar timeline from the scenes in Blood Moon Rising. The story can be read as a standalone, yet it would probably be more pleasurable to read this alongside the main series.

You take one last glance at the burning village behind you, taking in the sight of the flame that has taken over the whole land, eating up everything in its path and reaching up to the night sky. It becomes the last thing you see before you turn to face the unknown depths of the forest beyond you.

Do not go into the forest, especially in the dark.

The words from the elders resonate inside your mind. In any day or any time, they would be enough to stop you from moving on. But not tonight. Not when the only option left is to keep on going out there instead of going back. When the only way to safety is to go on forward.

The deep dark abyss of the woods at night always gives you the creeps, but there is not enough time to waste cowering over it. Hesitantly, you take that one last step, leaving the dirt road behind as you walk past the forest line with a palpitating heart. You take a deep breath and your footsteps grow more determined as you continue on with your journey. To make your way to the only thing you know you will find when there is nothing left waiting for you back there — not your people, not your family, knowing that there might not be any survivor left after the attack which had driven you far away from the shelter of your home.  

You force yourself to remember that what you are leaving behind will only bring you more pain and sorrow, and that there is something else waiting for you in the dark, something that always gives you hope and faith. The only assurance left that is keeping you going, to believe in the possibility of making it alive somehow while finding a way to bring any form of miracle to salvage any part of your home and your people.

It had been years since then, since the last time you have seen him. But deep down you know that he is still there, somewhere out there, waiting for your return, waiting for you to come and search for him.

Your wolf.

Keep reading

[lilprincegoo]

put the fear behind (who's gonna do it if not me?) by yoongukkie

ot7

Jeon Jungkook-centric, Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man, Fluff, Established Relationship, 5+1 Things, University Student Jeon Jungkook, Hurt Jeon Jungkook, Sick Jeon Jungkook, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Marvel Universe, Baby Boy Jeon Jungkook

6.5k words

not rated

Seokjin huffed, wringing out a towel. He began applying pressure to the wound gently. "You know we're just worried. Please for the love of God, don't land yourself in the hospital before your rotation even starts." (or: Jeon Jungkook, a medical student running on coffee and instant noodle, is secretly (or not so secretly) Spiderman. This is the daily life of crime-fighting Jeon Jungkook and his 'six, hot boyfriends')

[the-femslash-wishlist]

FAQs

What is The Femslash Wishlist?

The Femslash Wishlist will be an online community where we can share our fave femslash fics we wish would be made into movies or tv/streaming shows.

What can we do on The Femslash Wishlist?

There will be 3 basic things + 1 potential thing we could do:

1. Post the plot of your fave femslash fic that you wish would be made into a movie or a series (with the consent and approval of the fic author and the link to the fic) 2. Upvote other story plots posted that you would also want to watch as films or series 3. Discover other great femslash fics outside your fandom/s + 4. Help turn a fic (or even just chapter or a scene of a fic) into a short film with 'original characters', instead of the canon characters they were based off

How do we to turn a fic into a short film?

First, fic author consent and approval is MANDATORY. Without it, we cannot turn a fic into watchable content, let alone share its plot on the femslash wishlist. The team will contact the fic author to ensure we have their consent before its plot gets posted on the site.

Second, we need a large consensus on which stories we want to turn into a short film, which is why it would be important to upvote. The idea is for the community to grow large enough to show that there is a robust audience for the stories to entice creatives into joining the community and turning the stories into short films.

Third, we could help fund the film, either through commission or sponsorship. Tiered sponsorship = tiered premium membership, which means gaining more access to the project/s from pre- to post-production discussions to exclusive bts/deleted scenes content.

What happens when a story does get made into a short film?

At this time, the idea is to post the short film on youtube for a wider reach and to generate ad revenue, which means residuals for the filmmakers and the fic author. Other launch options would depend on the creative team who will take on the project and should be up for discussion.

Does the fic author retain copyright?

Yes, the filmmakers will essentially be adapting the fic author's story.

The one who shares the plot on the femslash wishlist is simply describing a story that already exists.

Will The Femslash Wishlist earn money?

At this time, the idea is to rely on ad revenues to be able to maintain (or grow) the site and to keep the site free for all users. However, registration will be required.

Why The Femslash Wishlist?

@freshtilapia is required to submit a business plan for her Entrepreneurship postgraduate class on 15th October 2023. The business plan can be fictional but needs to be something she cares about. And she cares about getting more quality wlw content.

There's not enough quality wlw content with happy endings. Most of our fave fics have happy endings.

We all likely wished at one point or another to be able to watch our fave fics, instead of just reading them. A film adaptation of the fic may not have the actors we hope would star in it, but we would get to see it play out on screen.

A tumblr anon asked @freshtilapia back in 2011 if she could have a fanfic made into a movie, which would it be? Twelve years later, here we are.

At the very least, The Femslash Wishlist would be a borderless ficrec page. At most, we could really see our fave fics come to life.