skirt (m)

Title: Skirt 

Pairing: Jimin + Reader

Theme: Five litres of smut with a light, sprinkle of fluff. 

Warning: Coarse language, Explicit Sexual Content, and Mature Subject Matter. 

A/N: Re-post. The one on Ao3 is fixed if you would prefer to read it there. 

Originally posted by sosjimin

Part I: 


There’s sweat dripping down his face and neck. He dabs it off with his hand towel and proceeds to dig through the contents of his duffel bag as you watch from around the corner. You know it’s wrong but you can’t stop yourself from staring. He’s one of the most simultaneously loved and hated students at school. Kind and considerate when you’re on his good side, and a complete nightmare when you’re on his bad side. Just last week, he made your friend cry after she accidentally spilled tea on him in the cafeteria. It was a total disaster. You went home furious that night, praying for the chance to get back at him … and now you have it.

For whatever reason, the academically challenged jerk-off is using the girls locker room. All you have to do is scream bloody murder and the school administration will handle the rest. It’s fool proof … but the second you open your mouth, he reaches back and tugs his shirt off. You rapidly lose focus. Whatever you were going to say is shoved all the way down your windpipe, and you watch in quiet disbelief, holding your breath as he undresses in front of your eyes.

The soft th-thump in your chest grows louder and heavier as you pan a look down his body.

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Santa Baby 

A John Winchester (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) fanfic

Warnings: This is SMUT. All of it. Daddy!kink, dirty talk, orgasm denial, just smut smut smut! There’s NO SPN Spoilers. 

WC: 1936. On AO3. 

Thanks to my Over 30 Sisters who gave me this idea, and as always my Twitter babes & writer girls. Tags under the cut! JDM smut shall be my Christmas gift to you! @winchester-writes tagging you too, this is an unplanned submission for the SPN Christmas song challenge if you’ll still have me! ♥︎ Enjoy! 

The steam from the hot water dampened my chest and neck as I leaned over the sink. The radio station in the background started to play a familiar tune, and I began to hum along. I swayed my hips back and forth as I started to sing,

Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me

Been an awful good girl

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

I swayed back and forth as the song built, performing my own Christmas number at the kitchen sink. I didn’t notice John was in the room until he was behind me, his hard chest pressed against my back. I breathed in the scent of the soap bubbles mixing with his aftershave and the faint scent of whiskey. His work worn hands wrapped around my hips, swaying with me as he gently pushed my hair behind my ear and dropped his head to my exposed neck. Soft, fluffy fabric brushed across my skin as he gently nibbled, prompting a quiet moan from me as he kissed teasingly under my ear.

“What’re you think you’re doin’, John Winchester?”

“Mmmm…just enjoying the show.”

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Worth It; Kim Taehyung

Because who needs rules when you’re with Taehyung?

Words: 1.8k

(A/N): I’ve had the 3 word prompt request in my inbox for sooo long, I’m sorry anon for the wait!! The flow hasn’t been good to me lately :/ But I quite like this one I guess and it’s my first 3 word prompt so yeah! Here’s our fun boy, Taehyung :) Request here

1. spontaneous 

You’re convinced that the word “spontaneous” was only invented just so that describing Kim Taehyung in one word would be a tad easier. How you ended up being best friends with a boy like him was completely beyond you but you did have to admit, he did add that bit of energy back into your rule abiding, goody two shoes life.

The chime of your phone had ruined yet another attempt to sleep. You sighed, ready to whine at whoever was texting you at this hour of the night.

‘Let’s go out, I’m bored.’ A text from Taehyung made you rub your eyes free of any sleep that you may have started to gain (which wasn’t much anyway).

'You do realise it’s two in the morning, right?’ you typed back as quickly as your fatigued reflexes let you.

Your point?’ you scoffed at his response.

'Being asleep at this hour is pretty normal.’

'Sorry, according to you apparently I am anything but normal ;)’

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