Baecation | J.U

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Pairings: Jey Uso / Black Fem. OC (Indiyah)

Warnings: RPF, strong language, fluff and smut (unprotected p in v). Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: Sun, sex and vibes was both Jey and Indiyah’s motto going into their vacation to Hawaii.

Indiyah couldn’t believe that they had actually made it, after years of planning and many schedule changes, they made it out of the hustle and bustle of central London, to the soft susurrus of surf against the white sandy beaches of Hawaii. The plane had touched down in Honolulu, minutes after the clock turned to 6am. The flight to Hawaii from London proved to be a tedious journey for the couple, along with going through all the security checks and retrieving their luggage. Jey had arranged for an escort vehicle to pick the couple up from outside the airport and drop them off at the resort. As they stepped out of the airport, an aging man who held up a sign that read ‘Ucey’ smiled at them. “Are you Mr. Uso?” the man asked, while removing his dark sunglasses that were shielding his eyes from the sun. “Yes sir,” Jey said and shook the man’s hand, who introduced himself as Oscar, before they assisted each other in loading the luggage into the boot of the car.   

Indiyah could not help how her gaze fixated on her man’s arms and how they would flex each time he lifted a bag. If it was not for the freshly coated layer of lip gloss she had added a few minutes prior, she would have bit down on her plump lower lip. When the men were done, everyone got situated into the car for the journey to the resort. Jey looked over at his lover, admiring how the sunlight casted an angelic glow over her features. Indiyah blushed when she caught his brown orbs staring at her, “What?” she asked him. “Nothing.” Jey shook his head as a small smile spread across his face. “Joshua tell me,” she warned, raising her brows up at the Samoan. “Not you statin’ my government name out in these streets. Baby why?” Indiyah rolled her eyes at his theatrics, before flashing him her middle finger. Jey made a gasping sound when he saw her finger, “How dare you, woman.”  

“You so stupid,” Indiyah laughed out, unable to contain a serious attitude around him. Jey chuckled as he placed his arm around her thighs lazily, “And that is why you love me, yeet.” The couple burst out laughing before falling into a comfortable silence, as they took in their knew environment for the next two weeks. “Jey!” Indiyah squealed as she pointed out to the resort when it came into view. The architecture was beautiful, surrounded by a large pool and palm trees. Jey’s eyesight followed her finger and looked out at the resort as he whispered a quiet, “Fuck.” As Oscar drove the car down the only road that led to their paradise, the couple looked out both their windows, gushing over how well decorated the place was. The car pulled up to the entryway where a security guard was standing, “You will have to show him your paperwork for the resort, before I can drive you inside,” Oscar explained to the couple.   

Jey got out of the car and walked over to the security guard, Indiyah watched on, as Jey showed the security guard their paperwork. The security guard then scanned their documents and handed them back to him. Jey walked back into the car, just as the security guard lifted the barriers up, giving the go ahead to Oscar, to continue driving further into the resort. Oscar parked by entrance of the resort and assisted Jey in unloading the bags out of the boot of his car. “Thank you, man,” Jey said as he handed Oscar a generous tip. Oscar’s eyes widened at the action, placing his hand over his chest, “Thank you sir.” Both Indiyah and Jey said their farewells to the man and made their way inside the resort. 

After finally checking into the resort, Jey and Indiyah could feel the heaviness of their jet lag starting to linger. A concierge was assigned in helping the couple with their luggage and showing them to their room. The concierge tapped the keycard against the door, revealing the couple’s suite. “The pictures don’t do this place any justice,” Indiyah muttered to herself as she walked into the room, eyeing the crystal chandelier that twinkled above her. Jey smiled as he watched her reaction, loving how her eyes would light up each time she found a new fascination within the room. 

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Twelve Hours Later 

Jey licked his lips as he watched Indiyah walk around the room in her silk dress, his hungry eyes swallowing her up. He noticed how the dress hugged all her curves, accentuating her figure nicely. Jey stepped closer to Indiyah and wrapped his muscular arms around her waist from behind, pulling her into his chest slowly, “Do we need to go out tonight?” he asked her, while lightly placing soft kisses along the back of her shoulder. “Babe, are you for real?” Indiyah whined, turning her head slightly back to stare at him. “Indi, we have 13 more days to explore this place. It’s not my fault you strolled out here, looking all sexy and shit, getting me hard. I can’t go scare these kind people in the lobby with my anaconda.” Indiyah couldn’t hold back her laughter, “More like worm. Maggot even.” Jey stepped away from her feigning annoyance, “That hurt.” 

Indiyah turned around and stepped closer to her man, throwing her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry,” she said as she stood on her tiptoes and placed her lips onto his, before darting her tongue into his mouth. She moaned into his mouth when he placed his large hands onto her ass, gently foundling the two pieces of fat through the silky texture of the dress. Jey kissed her back tenderly, the sound of their breathing and the low volume from the tv was all that filled the room at that point. Jey began to kiss his way up to her neck, prompting Indiyah to let out a breathy moan. “Jey...-” she cooed as she guided his hand to the strap on the left side, hinting for him to begin removing her dress. Jey pulled at the material, sliding it slowly down her brown skin, then using his other hand to pull down the other strap, causing the dress to fall quickly. 

Indiyah stepped out of her dress, exposing her naked body, the sight alone made Jey’s cock stiffening up within his shorts. “You could do with less clothing,” she whispered whilst grabbing the ends of his shirt, tugging it off his body forcefully. She then dropped down to her knees and gently rubbed her hand at the front of his shorts, palming him through the fabric. Jey exhaled deeply, jerking his hips forward into her touch. Indiyah smirked at him, tugging down his shorts and boxers down together. Jey groaned when he felt his cock spring free, quickly stepping out of his shorts and boxers, whilst Indiyah began to stand up from her squat. In one swift motion, Jey had picked her up fireman style and flung her onto the bed, causing her to bounce a little when she hit the soft mattress. Indiyah laid in the middle of the bed, with her legs spread wide across the white sheets, her toes curled as she anticipated Jey’s next move. Jey positioned himself between her thighs, sitting up on his knees and rubbing the head of his dick over her folds. Indiyah moaned softly, meeting his eyes as he made the initial thrust into her.  

Indiyah gasped upon feeling the tip slide up inside of her, then bit down on her lower lip when he pushed a few more inches of his long brown dick into her pussy. Jey began to roll his hips and grind, both moaning at the feeling of his dick pumping in and out of her pussy. “Ohhhhh... my God,” she moaned, feeling Jey work into a slow rhythm with his thrusts. Indiyah wrapped her arms around Jey, who laid down properly, completing the position. He began to grind into her faster, focusing on the warm feeling of his cock being swallowed up by her tight walls. Indiyah’s moans grew louder with each breath she drew, her manicured fingernails raking across his back leaving sharp lines. She moved her arms over her neck and pushed their lips together for a sloppy kiss, as he continued his onslaught into her pussy.  

The sound of their bodies hitting together grew louder with each passing second. The bedframe began to slam against the wall, adding another layer of noises to accompany their fucking. Jey gritted his teeth, growling his moans, they were both close to reaching their breaking point with how vocal they had become. Jey’s balls began to slap against the undersides of her cheeks, over and over, he pumped into her pussy with his hard cock. Indiyah was close to reaching her climax, she bucked her hips to meet his thrusts, while her hand slid down her body to massage her sensitive bud. “Yes,” she whispered, rubbing her clit in small circles in a fast motion. Jey felt a tense tightness from within her body, shortly followed by a gush of her juices flooding out. Indiyah’s legs trembled, feeling her toes curl from the pressure. 

Jey continued to thrust into her slowly, letting her ride out her orgasm. With one final thrust, he stopped bucking his hips and cried out her name as his own orgasm took over his body. Indiyah moaned at the feeling of the thick droplets of his seed inside her. Both Jey and Indiyah felt truly fatigued at this point, ready to knock out. Indiyah looked up at Jey with a small smile, her hand reaching up to play with the silver chain dangling in front of her, as he returned the smile. No words needed to be spoken between them in that moment, just being in each other's presence was enough. 

THE END.

Angel | myg (m)

☾ Pairing: Mafia!Yoongi x Sex worker! F. reader

☾ Summary: Yoongi never meant to keep coming back. You never meant to become Yoongi’s favorite. Being Min Yoongi’s favorite has dire consequences. 

☾ Word Count: 15,551

☾ Genre: Semi-established relationship, mafia, smut, surprising amount of fluff

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Sex work and mentions of sex work, Yoongi and the reader are very confident in their relationship but also don’t want to ask for more, uses of the word whore negatively in some parts, vague references to dismemberment in an offhand conversation, intense action sequences, depictions of violence, reader is smacked around and kidnapped, depictions of injuries and pain, two sequences of detailed anxiety attacks, graphic depictions of blood, violent scene in which reader fights for her life and gores someone, depictions of murder/panicking while committing murder? Idk how to describe that one, mentions of nightmares/light reference to PTSD post-murder, explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (m. and f. receiving) light throat fucking, nipple play, ass play (f. receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, Yoongi… almost doing a strip tease but it’s not as goofy as that it’s more sensual?? Yoongi is a little bit possessive at the end. 

☾ Published: September 3, 2023

☾ A/N: You voted for it, you got it! Introducing the fic that came out on top for the Hali’s Happy Agust Bracket Challenge! Thank you to everyone who voted during the entire month of August, I had such an amazing time seeing everyone yelling and voting and sharing and having fun with it. It means the world to me that you guys have fun and enjoy doing these kinds of things! Here is mafia Yoongi in all of his glory - I did try to keep it tame with the murder/violence/criminal side of it because there are things in this genre I’d like to table in later (most likely on Hali’s After Dark) but I hope that you enjoy this! Somehow it really turned into two people who are just !!! eternally confident in one another, despite their strange trades. Shout out to the hurricane and covid for FAILING TO STOP ME FROM WRITING THIS I’M A GOD (not really I am very tired but I did it osifjdoigj). This is mostly edited.

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

Masterlist | Ask | Angel Playlist

Tonight We're Dancing | idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader

summary: All I wanna do is stare into your eyes all night long.

Established relationship. Married. Mention of kids.

Genre: Fluff. Drabble.

A/n: first fic for the new year. Took all of December off from writing on Tumblr, but I'M BACK. This fic is based on a song named: Tonight We're Dancing by Chris Young. And Sorry for any mistakes.

The lights are turned down low, and time is lost between shared smiles and glasses of red wine.

Barefoot in the kitchen on hardwood floors, Namjoon is spinning you along to a Lana Del Rey song. Your head dips back in drunk laughter like you swallowed the sun, and he looks at you like he's fallen in love with you for the very first time. And when it's just him and you alone, all he does is want to stare into your eyes all night long.

He pulls you in. Heart-to-heart and Hand-to-hand you and Namjoon dance from one end of the kitchen to the other end, stepping over toys the kids left lying around.

Namjoon steals kisses from you. Then steals a few more. He doesn't remember how long it's been since you two had alone time like this. Between work and the kids, you and he were pretty busy.

So tonight is all about you and him, even if it is just dancing in circles and drinking until you and him are a laughing mess.

“You look so good in love,” Namjoon whispered as he leaned in, kissing your lips with a slow, long, drawn-out kiss.

He's savoring every second of you—it'll be a while before you and he has time like this again.

Namjoon hands move to your waist, softly squeezing and pulling you more into him.

You give yourself away to him, melting against his body. You taste the semi-sweet red wine on his warm soft lips. His kiss sent your head spiraling and your stomach swirling with butterflies.

When he goes to pull away, you can't help but grab him by his shirt, tugging him back down to you for another kiss. You're needy and greedy, even. Namjoon knew if you kept kissing him the way you did, he would end up taking you to the bedroom.

🕸️ ₊ ˖ ་. “Cry for me” - Kinktober Day 17

you and namjoon really tried to keep business and pleasure different. you both realized the greatness of mixing the two though after namjoon’s mind was dazed, only thoughts of making a mess out of you filled his head. he didn’t think this simple favor would lead to him being buried in you with your clammy hands sliding down the glass for support. coughs and tears croaked out of you as you remembered exactly how namjoon asked you for this favor. you had recorded background vocals and ad libs for namjoon and the boys many times, the cut of the check was pretty nice too. so you were used to when they’d hit you up, especially namjoon who practically lived in his studio and needed samples of your voice frequently. this favor he was asking for was a strange one though. “can you cry for me?” his alluring, deep voice making you sit up at the strange words he just asked. cry for him? well that wasn’t what he usually needed from you.

“huh? you said cry?” your eyebrows furrowed. “that’s not nice joon.”

“it’s for a song i’m working on, i need it done by tomorrow. so yes or no?”

“what are you trying to make an edgy breakup song?”

“you could say that.” that’s how you found yourself in the recording booth, headphones over your ears as you tried pushing out fake tears. you looked pathetic trying to do something so stupid. namjoon sighed, seeing that you weren’t taking this seriously and realizing this process was going to be a lot longer than he wanted it to. he pressed down on the button to speak to you, wanting to burst into laughter at the face you were giving him. “why are you looking at me like that? i just need a clip of it.” he let out another laugh.

“i can’t just cry on command. i don’t have a reason to cry namjoon.” you glared at him through the glass trying to figure out why he thought you could do this naturally.

“how about i give you one then?”

and so, your salty, tear stained face was pressed into the glass after that, wet panties dragged down your thighs while he plunged that thick, meaty cock between your pussy lips. his large hand covered your head, keeping you grounded against the glass as your cries sounded throughout the studio. being split open with makeup mixed tears, your body went limp when you couldn’t take it anymore. “needed something to cry about? cry about this dick then sweetheart. wanna hear you.” your whimpers weren’t enough for him. he wanted you sobbing and blabbering. so he pushed in further, hitting your womb and turning your pussy to mush. he knew this was for a project, but he wanted to see you like this more. “always wanted this pussy, knew you felt warm like this– uhh–fuck.”

“joonie,” you sniffled out, eyes puffy and red from how relentless he was being when it came to your body. drool inched from the corners of your mouth while you went on a rampage of fucked out, rambled sentences he didn’t try understanding. instead he made those sentences more incoherent, lifting your legs slightly so that you were mid air being destroyed by his cock. he was chasing those pretty tears now, eyes never leaving your face and completely forgetting the reason why he wanted you to shed tears for him. fucking his prissy little background vocalist wasn’t on his list today but he was happy he could squeeze in the time. “joonie ahh– ahhh ‘m so wet, ‘s–so wet for this dick fuck!”

“yeah baby girl, who’s making you cry on this dick?”

“you joonie!” you looked back at him, black mascara stained cheeks bringing out all of those slutty features. your tears were making him grow inside you, if he knew you’d look like a goddess while crying for him he’d have been much meaner in the past. he was desperate to see what else could have you crying like a destitute slut.

“look at you,” namjoon pulled you up by your throat. he made you face the transparent glass now, making you look at how your tears were smudged up on the glass along with your faint reflection. “look at my fucked out crybaby. fuckin’ sexy ass.” he grabbed your ass, smack after smack landing on you while you threw it back on his dick, pushing that tight pussy on him so he was balls deep inside of you. you didn’t know if you were sobbing because of the stretch or because you desperately needed more. “gonna make my song go platinum with these cries sweetheart.” he wanted everyone to hear how hard you cried over him, maybe he’d add the squelch of your soaked hole for more affect too. “shit– you getting tighter or you cumming on my dick?”

he got his answer when relief washed over you, finally being able to nut right on his cock. namjoon buried himself inside, filling you up and mixing your mess. your hole leaked out onto the floor, trickling and dripping out of you like a waterfall. “so pretty, leaking with my kids, just like those tears leaking from your eyes darling.”

“did i do good joon? can i hear?” this was always the best part, listening to joon tweak and revise your sounds. you couldn’t wait to watch him play around with those beautiful moans and mewls. you took it easy when lifting your body from the glass you were pressed into. you pulled your panties up to prevent yourself from spilling even more and quickly followed joon over to listen with him. his expression fell when he realized the record symbol wasn’t a play symbol. “namjoon.”

he gave you that innocent golden retriever smile. “shit. guess i forgot to press record.” he laughed and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, all while his eyes narrowed lustfully at you. “session two?”

“i’m going to fucking kill you.” you grumbled, fingers hooking around your flimsy panties again and slipping the cum stained fabric back down your thighs.

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⊹₊ ⋆ “she hotter than july in california, tan skin, eyes on it, stretched legs like the roads in malibu,”

TAGS — sleazy baby daddy!jk woop woop, birthday sex, cunnilingus, fingering, messy blow jobs, face fucking, making out, drug use (weed), oc is a cunty mama, this is in the past when they were dating, unprotected sex, creampies, possessive jk + oc, dirty talk to the max, both r high during sex, jk calling his gf “mama”, slight(?) degradation, oc throws it BACK, don’t play w her that’s her man, me thinks they made jiho here by accident, it gets cute at one point LMAO

WORD COUNT — 3.3 k

You leaned against Jungkook with your back pressed close to his chest, throwing your arms up-over your head to wrap around Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook leaned in with a hum, leaving small wet kisses along the nape of your neck. His hands wandered all over your body—your thighs, waist, hips—he managed to snake his hands over your tits and give each mound a gentle squeeze.

cleaning day - k.nj

pairing: kim namjoon x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, lil bit of fluff, pwp, non-idol!au

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: established relationship, pet names, unprotected sex (don’t), lil bit of a breeding kink 🫣, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), praise, ass slapping, teasing, sex with joon over a counter (bc that needs a warning in itself), and multiple orgasms. (lemme know if i missed anything <3)

author’s note: this is my first time posting on here so let me know if y’all fucking with it and i’ll post more! <3 (also idk how to do the read more thing yet so i apologize for clogging up your dash🥲) i figured it out!!!

s e v e n

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : baby daddy au

t a g s : sleazy!jk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, messy sex, half assed blowjob, rough sex, possessive!jk, he’s a jealous mess, he’s also like a lost puppy following you around, pervy!jk, dirty talk, light degradation, jk literally wants you all the time, oc is mean n cunty, but she’s also weak when it comes to him, me thinks he’s toxic, toxic!jk tag to be safe (for now LMAO), hyunjin gets put in his place three times LMAO, sex tapes, THIS IS NASTY Y’ALL

w o r d c o u n t : 5.5 k

s u m m a r y : “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

“Jungkook,” you sigh deeply, “I’m not kidding you can’t miss this, it’s his special day and he wants his dad there too,” You grit your teeth while digging through the pantry with your phone balanced on your shoulder, “No! I already told you what he wants to do afterwards we’re not just going to cancel those plans because you wanna show off when you feel like it. He’s six!”

You’re already irritated and Jungkook clearly wasn’t making things any better with his nonchalant attitude and condescending words/tone. “Jungkook–you’re not listening–”

all mine | jjk (m)

summary - after a heated argument in the car, jungkook makes sure to set you straight in the only way he knows how.

pairing - jungkook x (f) reader

genre - smut/minor angst, established relationship

word count - 1.5k

song inspo - all mine by brent faiyaz (but also seven cause FUCKKKKKKK)

warnings - jealousy and misunderstandings, lowkey sexual harassment (not from jk ofc), explicit language (especially calling kook out his name 🫣), angry car sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex (yes yes bad we know), creampie, reader says sorry while she gets fucked and jk like doesn’t care 😭, they love each other a lot still

a/n - heard the explicit ver of seven and my jaw dropped and pussy started throbbing and this is the result of that :)

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Jungkook is having the worst possible time right now. When he came home from the studio this evening, he fully expected to see you laid out on the couch watching some random show in those tiny little pajamas he likes. He’d forget all his stress and the minor headache he’s had for the past hour and squeeze, and kiss, and touch his pretty girl to his heart’s content. He did not account for the fact that you’d be slipping into a form-fitting dress and fussing over how long it would take to do your hair and makeup.