#sugakookitty
⤞title: quickies
⤞pairing: hoseok x female reader
⤞genre: smut | established relationship
⤞summary: You bring your boyfriend home with you for summer break, and he tries to get in your pants every chance he gets.
⤞word count: 1.1k
⤞warnings: quickies | clothed sex | unprotected sex | riding | dirty talk | choking | exhibitionism | spitting/spit kink | cum eating | clit stimulation | ass slapping | oral sex (male receiving) | mentions teasing | pet names | light erotic humiliation | very light manhandling
⤞rating: 18+
⤞a/n: you can blame @aquagustd & @raplinesmoon . they’re responsible for this. i’m not even embarrassed anymore. when hoseok calls this whore comes running; no shame in my game. y’all been knew what he does to me.
“It’s gonna be quick, babe. I promise.”
It’s so tempting—he always makes it sound so simple, so easy.
You sigh. “Okay, Hoseok. But please let’s not get caught like last time.”
Your boyfriend grabs your hand and leads you into an empty room.
“We didn’t get caught. We almost got caught.”
“It was still too close,” you allow him to pull you on his lap, and you straddle him by placing your knees next to the outer sides of his thighs, “I just don’t want you to get in trouble with my dad.”
“I am trouble, baby girl. Now sit on my dick, please.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine. Take it out.”
“Nah, I’m lazy today. Do it for me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Am I smiling?”
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning whether or not you’re challenging him. You play nice because you know there isn’t much time, but make a mental note to be a brat later to pay him back for being so rude.
You fondle with the button and zipper of his jeans until his pants are undone and his boxers are exposed. Carefully, you remove his length from its confinements and firmly wrap your hand around it. You squeeze it gently; you can’t stop yourself from showing his girth some appreciation before you get started. However, you can’t afford to dwell over your boyfriend’s size for long; it’s only a matter of time before they come looking for you.
He pushes up your skirt and you pull your own panties aside before aligning with the oozing tip. You can feel the warm precum when it touches your clit. You coat him with the arousal gathered at your entrance, a result from his merciless teasing under the dinner table a few minutes ago.
“Hurry up.”
The second his dick probes at your opening, Hoseok slaps your ass and you take in a larger portion of his length than you intended to. You wince and whimper quietly as you wait for the sensitivity to ebb away, but Hoseok is too impatient. He uses his grip on your waist to move your hips slowly until you’re comfortable enough to find your own rhythm.
“I got it,” you mutter, placing your hands on his shoulders.
Hoseok sits back in the chair and watches the show with a smirk.
“You’re bossy today, baby girl.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut me up.” He slaps your ass again, creating more noise for your parents to hear. It earns him a glare but his lopsided smile never fades. “Better make me come before I get loud.”
“Hoseok, you better chill.”
Your panting makes your words come out shaky, but he should know you’re serious. Your parents are right down the hall.
“I think you wanna get caught…you aren’t even trying. Come on, ride this dick like I taught you, baby girl.”
“Fuck you, Hoseok.” You plant your feet on the hard surface and get in a squatting position.
He chuckles.
Annoyance fuels you to grab his throat, and you’re surprised to see the look of excitement on his face. Your own smirk forms as you apply a bit of pressure. “Like this, baby?”
“Yeah,fuck. Just like that.”
You bounce on his cock while looking into his dark brown eyes, watching them gloss over with lust. You pray that your parents don’t hear the lewd sounds that travel through the room each time you drop down on his lap.
Switching gears, you begin rolling your hips, slowing down and clenching intentionally to make him suffer. Serves him right for nearly making you come while you were having a meal with your parents.
“Open your mouth,” you request, hand still clutching him like a necklace. He obliges and you lean over him, spitting directly into his mouth without batting an eye. “Now swallow.”
Hoseok doesn’t hesitate, and after he consumes it he sticks out his tongue again to show proof. You reward him with a kiss and release all of your moans into his mouth. The familiar feeling starts rising in your gut signaling that your orgasm is approaching.
Your boyfriend guides your body, and encourages you to move in the rhythm he favors. You don’t protest because you’re too busy shoving your tongue down his throat. Honestly, you don’t even care as long as he’s buried deep inside of your heat, giving you the pleasure you crave.
“Gonna come?”
You nod your head. “Yeah, mmhm. I can’t hold it.”
He leaves kisses up your neck until he reaches your ear. “Me either. I wanted to come the second you started choking me.”
You have to cling onto him when his thumb touches your clit. He uses your slick to assist him in drawing swift circles over your bundle of nerves, bringing you closer and closer to your peak.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he starts fucking you from beneath and you bury your face in his shirt to brace yourself for the impact. The coil tightens and eventually snaps, sending an orgasm rippling through your entire body, “you’re so fucking hot.”
You hear him whispering praises in your ear, but eventually his words start to come out as soft moans. Quickly, you climb off of him and wrap your lips around his pulsing cock. His cum squirts into your mouth within the first few seconds of you bobbing your head. You swallow it up greedily, not leaving a drop behind.
“Damn, babe. You really swallowed me up like that? Lemme see.”
You stick out your tongue and show him that nothing’s left. Your boyfriend curses in response then helps you to your feet.
Like a gentleman, he helps you fix your appearance before you step into the hallway. Not saying a word about the encounter in case your parents are standing there waiting for you.
“I love you,” he whispers.
He’s trailing behind you, still tucking his dick in his pants and trying to calm himself down before he has to face your father.
“You can’t sneak into my room tonight, Hoseok.”
“Hey,” he grabs your arm and spins around, pouting when he sees the frown on your face, “I’m serious.”
Your features soften at the sight. “I love you too, Hoseok.”
Satisfied, he wraps his arm around you and you both proceed down the hall in silence until he stops just before you round the corner. He pins your shoulders against the wall and stares at you with those mischievous orbs, the smirk from earlier returning like it never left.
“What about in the morning before they wake up? Can I slip into your room then?”
You roll your eyes and push him off of you.
“Fuck off,” you say as you start to walk away, “ but yeah, you can come.”
⤞title: mu$ic fairy
⤞pairing: rapper!yoongi x podcaster!female reader
⤞genre: angst | smut | pwp
⤞summary: When Yoongi’s career started to kick off, he never imagined he’d have a secret admirer this early in the game. Sure, random women throw themselves at him all the time, but this one has a different approach when it comes to getting his attention.
⤞teaserword count: 0.4k
⤞teaser warnings: swearing | sexual tension | sexual references | mature themes
⤞rating: 18+
⤞a/n: So, I literally just finished the last scene for this and I wanted to share a teaser to celebrate because this is going to be one of my favs. This is unedited, straight from the doc so please don’t judge me lol. For one time only until I return, I’ll be opening a taglist for this fic. You may click here to join(18+), but please only join if you plan on reblogging and/or leaving feedback. Thanks! I hope y’all enjoy this one. Release date is Friday June 10th @ 8pm cst.
He shouldn’t crave the warmth beneath his palm while his hand grips your forearm, but he does. The skin to skin contact should not arouse him so easily, but there’s no denying the bulge forming in his pants. Despite all of this, Yoongi keeps his composure the best he can; you’re too cocky for him to just slip up and expose himself.
“Out of all the times to fuck with me…” he pauses when your glossed luscious lips part to blow the strawberry bubblegum you’ve been chewing. Your tongue darts out to pop and collect the medium-sized pink bubble, and he can feel his knees buckle when you suck it back in.
He’s usually not this fond of people and gum, but the way you handle it, the way you slowly rolled it over your tongue in preparation was a fucking sinful, and he can’t get enough of watching you do it.
“Why tonight?” he asks you.
You bat your thick lashes, probably knowing good and well what you’re doing to him. He knows you’re taunting him, silently asking for him to make a move, but he won’t. You’ll have to beg him for it.
“Because…I’m horny, and tired of waiting for your clueless ass to figure this out.”
Yoongi scoffs. “Bullshit.”
He looks down as your finger loops underneath one of his chains and tugs him closer, something he wouldn’t allow anyone to do, but somehow you already earned privileges. You don’t know how dangerous of a game you’re playing with him, but he silently prays you’ll get to find out. He’d give anything to bend over the hood of his car and—
“Actually, I think you owe me something,” you inform, placing your other hand on his shoulder once he slides his to your waist.
“And what might that be, love?”
Your smirk widens as you hypnotize him with your brown orbs. He can smell your perfume and flavored gum even better from this proximity, and your scent makes him feel like he’s in some sort of blissful haze—intoxicated by the smell of you. It’s no secret that he wants you bad; he just can’t let you know that. Not until you tell him why you’re doing all of this.
“An orgasm.”
⤞title: the art of vengeance
⤞pairing: criminal!seokjin x female reader
⤞genre: angst | horror | smut | suspense | thriller | strangers with benefits | crime au
⤞summary:An eye for an eye is the old saying. But sometimes, people are greedy when it comes to revenge. Seokjin is that guy. Cross him over, and he’ll burn down everything in his path. People may compare him to a monster, but you see him as a man who’s been wrongfully accused. He’s your dark knight, and you are his angel. Ride or die describes your relationship perfectly, but you wouldn’t compare yourself to Bonnie and Clyde.
If revenge is best served cold, then betrayal must be delivered with a block of ice.
⤞word count: 2.3k
⤞warnings (Please look over all the warnings before reading!):dark themes | mentions murder | crime | violence | strong language | weapons | mentions affairs and infidelity | plot twists | torture | oral sex(male receiving) | gagging | masturbation/fingering | deep throating | throat fucking | cum swallowing | exhibitionism | praise kink | sadism | manipulation | trust issues | unlawful imprisonment | forced voyeurism | pet names | mention prison escapes | mentions killing sprees/hit lists | mentions arson | revenge | betrayal. Please proceed with caution. I am not glorifying or romanticizing any of these acts but the story does include all of the above. If you know that darker themes are not for you, then do not read this story.
⤞rating: 18+/R
⤞a/n: This is my submission for the Bangtan Deadly Sins collab. It’s slightly edited and reposted from my old blog. The sin I was given is wrath which happens to be represented by Seokjin. I hope I was able to deliver. Please read responsibly.
You’re unable to recognize the man who was once so gentle and kind. His face is adorned with the same grin that he’s always used to lure you in. Only now, it’s much darker, more sinister than it’s ever been.
The man you admired is long gone. Only a monster remains, a damn-good looking one, in fact. Seokjin used his appearance to his advantage while he was in prison. He sweet-talked you into believing he was an innocent man, framed by the system.
But shortly after you assisted him in his prison escape, losing your job and freedom in the process—you discovered that Seokjin should have remained locked away until he died. However, now it is too late for regrets. You’re too deep in the hole you’ve dug for yourself.
“Only give her what she deserves, angel.” His delicate plump lips form a smirk. You observe them carefully, wondering how they feel. Are they as moist and soft as they look? “I’m just gonna make sure this bitch burns for what she did.”
The woman tied to the chair begins thrashing and squirming when she hears those words because she knows better than anyone that he will. Seokjin shows no mercy, especially for his ex-wife—and honestly, neither do you.
What Seokjin is doing is wrong and unjustified, but this isn’t just some innocent woman he chooses to torment. No. She’s nothing but an evil bitch, and everything she’s getting is well deserved.
She cheated on him with a married man. On Seokjin’s birthday, he found her and her lover having sex in their marital bed. She laughed in his face and told him he was lucky that she was even still with his boring ass. She’d been using the money he gave her to buy her lover nice things behind her husband’s back.
Seokjin was furious, and his rage was inflicted on the other guy. He roughed him up and kicked them both out on the street. Of course, his leech of an ex-wife tried to tail behind her boyfriend, but he rejected her advances.
The man had no intention of leaving his wife, and that infuriated her. She killed him in the driveway, and with the help of her crooked detective dad, she was able to frame Seokjin for the crime. She took everything after his arrest—the money, the house, his business. And he was left with nothing and no one.
You decided to help him after you heard this story. Putting the pieces together, you concluded he was telling the truth. You felt for him, and could relate to the feeling of being cheated on. It wasn’t easy, but somehow you managed to help him escape from prison. You two have been on the run since—only stopping to check another person off of his hit list.
First, was the dirty prosecutors and judge over his case, then his ex-father-in-law, and now, the woman who started it all, the former Mrs. Kim. But you’ve dreaded this moment. Not because he’s about to commit another murder, but because the next person on his list is innocent in all of this. The wife of his ex’s deceased lover, who has nothing to do with this. However, Seokjin wants everyone to suffer.
You thought you could save him. You really wanted to be his reason to love again—but only vengeance lies in Seokjin’s heart now. It’s far too late for love.
“But isn’t that too easy for her, babe? What if we dragged it out a little bit.” He raises one of his perfect eyebrows with a bit of interest.
“And what would that be, angel?” He’s slightly amused by the sudden boldness, but also fond and a bit impressed.
Curiosity covers his face when you drop to your knees. He clears his throat when you reach for his belt buckle, but does not stop you.
“Seeing you happy, that’ll kill her.” You wink at him while unbuttoning his pants.
You pull them down enough to remove his dick from his boxers, watching how he bites his lip when you begin moving your hand up and down his length.
Seokjin releases a small sigh as your tongue rolls over the tip of his cock, licking up a small amount of precum that has seeped out. You use your spit to lubricate him while he hardens in your hand.
Seokjin grabs your hair and chuckles. “Angel’s gonna show you how it’s done. Maybe next time you’ll actually be able to snatch someone’s husband if you pay attention.”
Your mouth opens wide, and he guides your head forward until his dick touches your lips. You take him in until he’s nestled deep inside of you, moaning at the taste of his dick. Your eyes water from the stretch, but you adjust quickly by relaxing your throat.
Breathing through your nose and keeping eye contact, you bob your head up and down while slurping and salivating over his length. The muffled cries of his envious ex-wife only fuels you to keep going, and pride swells in your chest when you notice Seokjin’s blissful state.
You know his mind is no longer on the woman who broke his heart, but on the woman who tried to fix it. He acknowledges your efforts, and that is all you can ask for.
“Shit, I’m gonna come, angel,” he grunts, grabbing both sides of your head and holding you still.
Seokjin then uses your mouth to finish himself off since time is limited and you cannot get carried away. You’re sure to breathe through your nose and relax your muscles so that his dick can enter as smoothly as possible.
A puddle forms beneath you—a mixture of saliva and both of your arousals. Two of your fingers work at a rapid speed to provide the self-pleasure you’re craving. Your eyes involuntarily roll back in response to satisfaction from the feeling of having both holes filled at once.
“You feel so good, angel…gonna feed you well, okay?” Seokjin promises, and your stomach bubbles with excitement.
The sensations of your moans drive him closer to his release. He thrusts deep into your mouth unexpectedly, hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.
Your orgasm also hits you without a warning, and your walls pulse around your fingers as you ride out your climax. Your sounds of pleasure have Seokjin shooting his load shortly after, and his cum warms and soothes your sore airways.
You swallow him greedily, enjoying the way his humming travels through the room like soft tunes. It’s captivating how someone so cold has such a beautiful voice. It’s just amazing how ethereal and god-like he is, especially as he stares down at you during his post-orgasmic bliss.
“You’re everything I could ever want,” Seokjin whispers, slowly sliding out of you.
He wipes away the tears you have shed and your cum-stained lips before helping you up and smoothing out the tiny wrinkles in your dress.
You cannot deny the joy that fills your heart when he says those words, but your breakthrough is short-lived when the woman bound and gagged begins to thrash around again. She’s angry, and you can make out the disgusting things she is calling you both.
“I think it’s time to shut her up.”
Seokjin tucks himself back in his pants and grabs his machete from the table behind you, prepared to make his way towards her.
“Wait.” You grip his arm to stop him. The scowl on his face softens when he looks at you. “Let me.”
“Angel, I don’t think you have it in you,” he chuckles.
“But I’d do it for you.” He pulls you closer and you look at him with pleading eyes. “I just want to make you happy.”
And that does it.
“Okay, angel.” Seokjin sighs, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. He places a small kiss on your lips; it’s his way of showing you what little affection he possesses. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”
You nod, and he pulls away before turning to his ex-wife one last time.
“You’re the one who should be calling her angel because she just saved your ass, bitch.” He tells her before leaving the old farm.
Once he’s out of there, you turn to the pathetic excuse of a human sitting in the middle of the room.
“Don’t call me your angel.” You remove your handgun from your thigh holster and set it on the table. “…because I’m not here to save you. The only mercy you had just walked out of the door.”
Her face turns pale when you pick up a knife and make your way towards her. When you straddle her, she freezes with fear. Tears form in her eyes when the weapon comes up to her cheek. You slide it under the dirty rag used to muffle her screams then tear the fabric so she can speak. The blade leaves a small cut on her skin in the process, but you could care less.
“Do you know who the fuck I am?” you ask her, and she shakes her head nervously. “Hey, open your mouth when I ask you a question, whore. You had no problem keeping it wide when my husband was shoving his dick inside of it.”
The woman’s eyes widen at the realization of how fucked she is. You smile at her and give her a second to take it all in before you speak. When she tries to look away, you grab her face and force her to return her attention to you.
“Gives you chills, doesn’t it? Looking in the face of your killer, knowing that this is the last thing you’ll ever see before you leave this earth. I bet my scumbag husband felt the same way.”
“Ma’am, please. I’m so sorry for ruining your marriage, but I didn’t kill your husband. I swear—”
“Stop your fucking lying. I had been thinking of ways to get rid of the son of a bitch anyway,” you confess, and the woman is at a loss for words.
“And honey, a bit of advice, cheat with men who are actually worth the risk. That loser was terrible in bed. But Seokjin…that man can please you without even lifting a finger.”
A smirk forms on your face. “I had a blast fucking your ex-husband. Too bad I’m next on his little list.”
“You need to stay away from him. He’s crazy,” she warns.
“No…he’s pissed off. But so am I.”
You move some of the hair out of her face. She’s by far one of the prettiest women you’ve ever laid eyes on, but unfortunately her soul is hideous.
“He’s manipulating you, using you to fulfill his twisted plan. You’re following him around like a lost puppy. Can’t you see you’re being used?” she cries.
“Ha! Is that what you think is happening here? Oh sweetie, you really are dumb as a box of rocks.” You get directly in her face. “Bitch, you have no idea who you’re fucking with, do you? I am the whore you’re inspiring to be. The one that’s fucking your man so good that he can’t even take a shit without consulting with me first.”
It’s your specialty; men always fall for the obedient type. All you have to do is worship the ground they walk on, and they’re hooked. They want your attention, need your approval, and that’s what gets them caught up in your web.
“You know I was minding my own business, and your homewrecking ass just had to ruin everything. You killed my husband—”
“You didn’t even love him!” Her interruption earns her a slap across the face.
“Let me fucking finish,” you seethe. “What I mean is that you killed him before he could make me sole beneficiary. I could have had it all, but you had to fucking be bitch.”
You stand to your feet.
“Now, both you and your handsome ex-husband are going to have to pay for it. I know he emptied your accounts behind my back, and when I’m done in here, I’m going to put a bullet in that empty heart of his,” you wink.
“Seokj—” You stuff her mouth with the torn rag before she can scream his name.
“Goodbye, love. I hope you pass out before the flames start scorching that beautiful skin.”
Her screams and pleas fall upon deaf ears as you make your way to the exit. Hopefully, she’s learned her lesson about stepping outside of her marriage to fuck up another.
“…all of you motherfuckers can burn in hell,” is the last thing you say to her.
Seokjin’s been played too many times to fall for a pair of doe-like eyes and a nice ass. He knows exactly what you’re doing, acting all innocent and obedient. You aren’t fooling him at all. He remembers the twisted look on your face when you saw your own name on his hit list. All trust was lost at that very moment. Because he then knew that you were just as fucked up as he.
You are beautiful, intelligent, sexy…every man’s dream—but also his worst nightmare. The power your cunt holds over him is fatal, and Seokjin’s been playing a game of Russian Roulette. It’s going to suck putting a bullet between your pretty eyes, but it must be done. You’re just a snake that’s wrapped itself around his neck, and it’s only a matter of time before you constrict.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but you were hard to resist. And to be honest, the thought of wrecking the man’s wife who did the same to his satisfied Seokjin in more ways than one. It’s such a shame that it all has to end here.
“Babe, it’s done…light her up!” He hears your sweet voice call out from behind him.
Seokjin smirks as he cocks his gun.
“Don’t worry, angel. I will.”
