that sounds filthy

Listen………. imagine 8th year Draco and Harry. They’re in potions, Harry’s always aware of Draco, always watching him out of the corner of his eye, it’s just a habit he never grew out of, you see, it doesn’t help that Draco is all slouched shoulders and deep frowns since he came back after the war, always keeping to himself.. Harry doesn’t have a crush, he really doesn’t…but then Draco messes up a potion and throws his head back muttering an annoyed “fuck” and it bares his neck since the top buttons of his shirt are open, the green tie hanging loose and his robe is discarded cause he’s more comfortable brewing that way and his hair is messy around his face and his sleeves are rolled up and he looks so sensual and it sounds so filthy that Harry’s quill snaps in his hand and he almost sets his table on fire. It continues happening throughout the weeks and how the fuck can Draco make cursing sound so erotic and eventually Harry snaps and kisses him.

Give You What You Like [Stiles Lacrosse Week]

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 2, 781

Warnings: nsfw, very sinful + daddy kink 

A/N: So this is my fic for Stiles Lacrosse Week for @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski, this would have been posted earlier but i’ve been super busy, but it’s finally here. 

listen to this song on repeat !!



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Phone Sex - Taehyung

WARNINGS : SMUT, graphic smut i guess

CONTAINS : phone sex obviously, guided mastubartion, dirty talk…

also… I’ve seen some texts (@bngtnonline I hope you don’t mind please tell me if you do I’ll change it! (I love you texts by the way)) where Taehyung called his girlfriend petal and I just find it so cute so yeah today you are petal.

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I tag @not-today-tae because she gave me the idea months ago and I promised to write it down and I forgot but then I remembered so yeah sorry my friend ! I hope you will like it ;) <3


“Taehyung”, you moaned at the sound of his voice, earning a loud grunt passing through the speaker of the phone. “I wish you were there”, you whispered, your phone almost falling from your finger as you felt your strength fading from the hand holding the device, the pit in your stomach growing bigger. You were alone, in your small flat, letting out all the sounds your boyfriend was dying to hear.

He had previously phoned you, as usual around 11pm for you, to talk. He spoke about how much Chicago was lovely, how the visit at the zoo was funny (even though he realized afterwards that the animals weren’t happy in captivity), and above all, that he missed you dearly. You heard some loud mocking giggles in the backgrounds, probably coming from Jimin and Jungkook, when he said so. But he just whined, annoyed, telling them go away and let him enjoy his time with his girlfriend.

Weirdly, they agreed –immediately. And after they teased him a few more seconds, they left; of course, slamming behind them the door. You had found it weird the second they agreed, but you soon understood their behaviour when Taehyung’s tone changed as he talked to you again. When he eventually asked about your day, his voice was deep, lower of a few octaves than before.

“It was fine, tiring but fine”, you replied, a small smile creeping up your lips; pointless to say that you already knew what your boyfriend was up to. He’s always been needy, particularly on tour, and the only thing that could ‘cure’ this –as he said- was you and the “melodious sound of your voice”.

“Great, great”, he sighed into the phone, and you heard him shift onto the sheets on his bed.

“What are you doing?”, you asked, doing the same so you could find a conformable position on your bed.

“Nothing much… Just thinking of you”, he began in a hoarse whisper, “and your cute lips, your sparkling eyes and even more those thighs of yours”, he grunted, and you smiled to yourself as your heard him talk.

“Why is that?”

“Ugh, petal, I’m so horny. I need you so bad”, he began, “I even asked the others to leave the room so we could have some time alone”, he eventually admitted, and you swore you almost heard a grunt again. “I think they know why I asked but I don’t care right now”, he chuckled almost darkly, “I really want you, you have no idea”.

“Well that’s too bad I’m not here”, you teased, running your hand up and down your inner thigh, teasing the skin a bit. You smiled when you heard him sigh. You knew he loved phone sex, he was fond of it. He sometimes even wanted to do it when you had the possibility to see each other. He was so sensible to sounds, and especially yours. When he pleased you, he made sure to put the right amount of pleasure to hear each of your moans, whispers, or other sounds your body made. All of these made his blood rush down his dick rapidly; and you knew that, and you always were ready to comply. 

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Don’t Do Anything

◦ pairing: reader x hyungsik

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 1.7k

◦ request: @damned-fangirl: GIRL I JUST FOUND YOUR BLOG BC THE THIRST FOR HYUNGSIK IS REAL so I was wondering if I can request a fluffy scenario with him? Like tons of Kissen and all that stuff maybe cuddling and a little sexy smth? Lmao if not its fine too LOVE YOU WRITING THO ❤

@nct-127am: hyungsik scenario where they come back from a date and have a makeout session (your writing is really good btw!!)

HIT ME WITH SOME GOOD HYUNGSIK FLUFF SMUT PLEASE

◦ a/n: I don’t know why but I’m honestly always surprised at the amount of Hyungsik requests I’m getting <3 the poor boy don’t get love wherever he goes (@AhRo look what you missed out on ya loser) BUT ITS OKAY CAUSE I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE TO LOVE HIM

R E Q U E S T || M A S T E R L I S T


You stumbled in backwards as the door pushed open, your chest lurching with panic at the falling sensation. Your boyfriend jumped forward, his strong arms cushioning your drunken hysteria with an amused chuckle. The fabric of his shirt was so soft, bunched under your tensed fingers at his shoulders. “You’re so strong…” you purred, hungrily dragging him in by the neckline of his shirt. The alcohol hummed through your veins and you could feel its grip on you as everything seemed to blur in your vision. The churning heat at the base of your stomach continued to burn strong as you felt your boyfriend’s strong arms firm around your back. Alcohol made you horny every time, without fail. Hyungsik pulled you up gently, keeping your body pressed against his to steady you. You let your lips drag along his neck sloppily as you soaked in the feeling of his heartbeat against yours. His skin was soft and warm to the touch, so familiar under your lips.

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You Love It (Hoseok/Reader)

Originally posted by kths

Genre: Smut - Drabble

Words: 1,566

Author: Admin JP

Summary: You love the attention. 

Tags: Public sex, stranger sex, toy use, oral sex, exhibitionism, etc. 


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anonymous asked:

Could you maaaaybe post a little preview of the blow job story please? ❤️

sneak peak!!! sneak peak sneak peak sneak peak!!!!!!!

Please do a sneak peak !!😭

Omg yes 😍😍

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He walks with her until he can’t go any further. Until she’s got to go through security and board the plane home.

‘Just think about—’

‘Sucking you off in front of your mates, I know, I’ve got a good memory.’ She rolls her eyes taking her suitcase back from him when he’d offered to carry it.

‘Well when you say it like that sounds fuckin filthy.’ He mutters.

‘Isn’t it?’ She smirks. ’S’why you want it so bad isn’t it?’ She pulls out her boarding pass and passport from her handbag to avoid holding up the line behind her.

‘Can’t do much showing off with a blender.’ He admits. She still thinks getting him a blender for his birthday would be a good present, a good present to place in their new home. She probably shouldn’t have told him about it, should have just surprised him with one and that’s it. 

‘You could, you could make one hell of a smoothie.’ She grins.

‘I could I suppose.’ He plays along sarcastically.

‘Can’t say it’d taste as good as you do,’ she inches closer to him. ‘Or how good I do.’ She traces his jawline slowly. ‘You could try.’ She shrugs casually. She’s properly asking for it now and she’s not being fair to him one bit. Because she’s got to get on that plane and he’s gonna be left thinking about filthy things for the rest of the night. 

‘Who keeps letting you talk like that?’ He covers her mouth. ‘Fucking Christ—watch your mouth.’

She can’t answer him with his hand on her mouth but for one, he likes it when she talks like that. Craves it too. He’s just plain bothered now, wants her again but this is the last flight tonight and she will yell at him if he makes her miss this one too.

She shifts her head to line her mouth with his fingertips, he catches on far too late when she wraps her lips around his index and middle. He glares at her, looks at her like she’s actually crazy. He presses his lips together tightly when he realizes that this is nearly what he’s asking from her for his birthday and the picture starts racing through his head. His stomach tightens when she begins sliding her lips across his fingers. Her lips wet, pretty pink gliding across. And he can’t do this right now, in the middle of a busy airport with people walking by them to stand in the line she has to start queuing in soon. He’ll lose it, he’s already bothered and already missing her. 

‘Wanted this didn’t you?’ She whispers. ‘This is what you want from me…’

‘Get on the bloody plane,’ he reluctantly pulls his fingers away and she laughs before he grasps her jaw tightly. ‘Before I never let you leave.’

‘M’going m’going. Just wanted to tell you I love you first.’ She grins wrapping her arms around his neck and he wraps his arms tightly around her waist. ‘Come back to me quickly yeah?’ She buries herself into his neck. ‘Too many episodes of the bakeoff to watch alone, in a house much too big for just me.’

He nods, this bit is always hard. ‘Travel safe.’ He kisses her forehead and his lips linger there because they too, are having a hard time saying goodbye. ‘I’ll see you real soon, not much longer.’ He whispers before kissing her hard then shaking his head trying to avoid getting too sad about this. ‘I love you.’ He whispers. It’s always been like this and it’s going to keep being like this, they try not to get upset.

She finds her seat before reaching for her phone in her bag. ‘You win, like always. Happy early birthday. Don’t say I never gave you anything. Much better than a paper weight and a blender I’d say.’

Harry has already stepped into a late meeting when he gets the message. He grins widely at it, his stomach tightens again but he knows he can’t afford to think about this right now. He’s about to turn over his phone to get back to the meeting when it vibrates again. A blender is on their way to their home, should be delivered tomorrow at noon. He chuckles softly into his hand turning the phone over after sending her a message.

-M’not making you any smoothies.

You have to, m’blowing you in front of your friends. Start practicing your blending.

Baby Project (Pt. I)

Tyler Joseph Series

Summary: Two long life enemies, who supposedly hate each other with a burning passion are forced to spend more time than preferred together.

(A/N): Hello party people, I wrote this because I fancy the thought of Tyler being a jock. I‘m quite positive that someone requested this as well. Enjoy x 

Words: 1,131

“Lastly, I‘d like to announce the big homework!“ the teacher calls out within the last three minutes of his lesson, making the whole class to let out a long groan and some muttered complains. “You‘re all thrilled to find out I see“ he adds wryly while bending down to take out a big cardboard box from under his desk, which seems to be quiet heavy, and drops it on the table, causing dust to fly everywhere. 

“I‘m pretty sure every one of you has seen one of these“ the professor says, as he pulls out a baby doll from the mystery box and holds it upside down by one of its leg. 

“What does that have to do with our homework, Sir?“ a guy asks, starting up a discussion among the other students. 

“Listen up!“, Mr Danforth exclaims quieting the class, “This is not just a simple task. It‘s what I like to call it, the Baby Project!“ he finishes enthusiastically and throws his arms in the air, letting go of the baby‘s leg at the same time, causing it to start crying the second it fits the wooden surface. Before any comments could be made, he continues speaking while trying to get the doll in his arms to simmer down. “Each one of you will be assigned a partner. Together, you‘ll have to take care of your very own baby for 14 days! Doesn‘t that sound exciting?“

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Trouble (M)

Originally posted by binguwinner

Originally posted by xxxjenniekim

Characters:  G-Dragon (Kwon Jiyong, BIGBANG) X Song Mino (WINNER) X You (Reader, OC)

Genre:  Smut, CEO!AU

Warning/s:  Hardcore Smut, Daddy kink, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Threesome, etc. (My pass to hell tbh)

Plot:  When you and your boss had an unexpected visitor while you are having a sexy time in his office.

A/N:  This is going to be short (I tried) and pure smut dedicated to the lovely @sm-gd  I hope you like this babe ;)  Also, I didn’t proofread at all haha I wrote this for about 30 mins so I apologize for any errors

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How does Harry wank?

why do you do this to me? i try my hardest not to think about this or that he could very well be doing it right now….or now….or now…or in five minutes from now…or in an hour…goodbye. BUT i think it depends on the situation. For example, him wanking when he’s in a rush is not going to be the same way he does when he’s just woken up on a lazy Sunday. So, him pulling his hand over his hard length is going to look a lot more desperate when he’s in a rush. When he just needs it, that release, now and right then. So I don’t think he’ll spend much time teasing himself, edging himself then. He’s probably just thinking about getting there and cleaning up as fast as he can. Those are the times when something has gotten to him, where he’s desperate and that’s all he’s thinking about…and he got hard…and he needs to get it down…maybe he thought something…saw something…so he’s just tugging on himself roughly and rapidly. But when he’s got a little more time I assume he takes his time, tortures himself a bit. So when he wakes up hard he’d tease himself, run his thumb over his tip, traces the veins that wrap around his length, strokes himself slowly but he won’t let himself get there, get too close. Even if he really wants to. I think he’s really good at the denied gratification thing, about holding off…denying orgasms for himself (and probably whoever he’s with.) So then he’d go about his day, get out of bed, tug on himself a little in the shower maybe and then he’d get dressed and go about his day…hard….and he sort of just goes about things normally and then when he’s decided that he’s had enough he properly tugs on himself, alternates between slow and rough strokes, probably with his rings still on but maybe i’m just making that up. he probably spreads that bit of precum that dribbles at the top over his now much redder head, thumbs over the very sensitive slit of him too, doesn’t neglect his balls either. and he wants it now, needs it. he’s bucking his hips hard into his hand, tightening his hand around himself…But he’s still teasing himself, getting himself really close, to where he can feel it in his tummy, the blood pumping to his groin, his toes curling, his neck stretching back but he stops, goes slow again. His room is probably filled with fucking filthy wet sounds from tugging on himself that good…those insanely pretty and big hands around his thick and throbbing cock…He’s probably thinking the filthiest fucking things…saying them too….And he’s by now and even before then, letting out helpless groans, grunts, whimpers…the whole nine and he’s loud….but he’s doing this all to himself isn’t he…maybe he stops at that point all together, goes downstairs to answer emails, watches a film all while he’s rock hard…properly dripping and leaking too. he’s got some willpower on him, really fucking disciplined. But when he does come…he knows why he’s held off for so long and the sight is probably art…like award winning….he comes…comes hard while he curses loudly…maybe so hard it stuns himself a bit too…spurts all over his hand (and the rings he’ll have to wash off), his stomach right where the ferns are and up to the moth…those tattoos have seen a lot haven’t they….and then he’s just panting, his forehead damp, his hair matted to it a bit, a proper mess drips down his body and he’s nearly shaking still. and when he’s got his head back on, thinking clearly again and his body has settled he gets to cleaning up….xxx

Sweet Boy

Summary: Credence is getting off by grinding against a pillow. All is great, except it gets unmistakably greater when Mr. Graves stumbles upon the erotic scene. Inspired by this Sin that I posted a week earlier. (WC: 2,041 words)

Warnings: Filth. Straight filth. Very NSFW.

Credence’s head thrashes as his eyes snap open, blown pupils casting up towards the ceiling and chest heaving as dim images of biting teeth and dancing tongues and entangled limbs linger in his thoughts. He isn’t quite sure if it’s arousal or guilt that turns over in the pit of his belly, but it still makes him swallow and shift uncomfortably in his too warm, too sticky bedsheets. His shirt clings to his damp back when he sits up, the prominence of his spinal column and shoulder blades visible even beneath the shirt, the outlines of the bones gliding with the thin fabric when he brings his hands up to rub his face. And when he hangs his head and runs trembling fingers through his disheveled hair, he is suddenly face to face with his throbbing groin.

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Of Dim Lights and Silent Nights (M)

Originally posted by tuanpumpkins

**GIF NOT MINE

Characters: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7) x You (OC/Reader)

Genre: Smut 

Length:   3,761 words

Plot:  Nothing seems unusual when your boyfriend invited you to drive to their dorms to give him and the boys’ ramen, until you step foot inside the dorm that you’ve realized something strange is happening.

Warning/s: Strictly boy x boy smut, Extreme make out session between two men, Voyeurism, Female Masturbation, Pillow humping (don’t ask alsdkgha), dirty talk, etc. (shit I’m going to fucking hell)

A/N:  HEY guys… SO this is again abrupt writing and I am honestly a thirsty hoe for Markbum and there’s not much Markbum smut out there so I wrote a quick (I guess) smut for the two of them (but this involves a female reader also) and it’s in the 2nd Voyeurism POV SO THAT’S IT ENJOY (I guess I should consider this as a birthday gift for myself LMAO)


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Alla Prima- Chapter 2

Prologue  Chapter 1

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“So, wait, what time are we going to dinner?”

           “4:30, Marsali said.”

           “Are we planning on getting a senior citizen’s discount?”

           “She said she wanted to give us plenty of time afterward to get ‘piss drunk.’ Her words.” The phrase ‘piss drunk’ sounded wrong coming out of Mary’s sweet, teacher voice.

           Claire cringed. She was not so young as she used to be, and being ‘piss drunk’ did not entice her as it once did.

           “Ugh. All right. Come to my place at 4. We’ll ride together.”

           “Okay. I’ve got to go. Got to pick up the small children from lunch. See you, Claire!”

           “Bye, Mary!”

           Claire hung up the phone with a sigh. She was not particularly thrilled with the evening’s planned activities. But, she felt it her duty as friend of the bride and cousin of the groom to make an appearance at all wedding events, including this bachelorette party. Even if her wallet didn’t agree.

           She gazed out into the empty lecture hall. Vacant seats echoing the beating of her heart. Was she so lonely that this sight should sadden her?

           It was more than that, she knew. Visions of red curls filled her mind, paint stained hands dancing across a page, dancing across her body…

           She wouldn’t get to see him today. Her artist.

           Had this stranger become so integral to her happiness?

           She was afraid of the answer.


           Whiskey. Her eyes. They were whiskey. Amber. Resin. Her hair the bark, her eyes the liquid amber that flowed out of it.

           He swirled his own a liquid amber, contemplating colors. Brown and yellow definitely. Maybe some orange? Not too much, though…

           “What’s wrong, Jamie?” He was surprised to see that his brother had crept up behind him. “Yer staring at that glass like its telling ye secrets.”

           Jamie couldn’t tell him the truth: that he was fantasizing about some woman in the park. He would never live that one down.

           “Ach, just tired. I woke up early. To paint, ye ken? The lighting— “

           “I gotcha.” Willie was as thrilled about the mechanics of painting as Jamie was about the hardware of a computer. “I invited a couple lads. Just Rupert, and Angus, and Ian, if Jenny’ll let him.” The mention of their sister brought a smile to Jamie’s face. They were thick as thieves growing up, and he missed her greatly. But she and her husband Ian had been expanding their family rapidly, which kept her busy. He usually only saw her once a week, for Sunday dinner.

           “Weel, Rupert will sure bring the good times.” Jamie glanced around the pub, The Usual Place. It was the Fraser men’s favorite, and was unusually quiet fir a Friday night, save for a few straggling drunks and a small group of women tucked in a dark corner.

           “Aye, they should be here anytime. I told them 8:30…” Willie craned his neck, scanning the large room for their friends.

           “Dinna fash. When Rupert and Angus show up, we’ll ken it.”


Claire pulled at the hem of her dress, trying to stretch it. It was an older dress, worn during the wild days of cheap liquor and strangers’ lips. Since then, her hips had rounded considerably, and it felt like her arse was showing with each step.

           “Where are we going, exactly?” Claire wondered to the bride-to-be. Marsali flipped her corn-silk hair, and turned around.

           “It’s called The Usual Place. It’s nothing special, just a regular pub. But the drinks are cheap, so we can get in the right state o’ mind for the rest of the night!” She twirled, her silver dress sparkling under the florescent street lamps.

           “Weel, I hope we get there soon! My heels keep getting stuck in the grates…” Geillis bellowed from behind, waddling as if she were in quicksand. “I dinna ken why we couldna get a cab…”          

           “We’re here!” Marsali led her ladies-Claire, Joan, Mary, Geillis, and Louise-into the dim pub.


Jamie heard them before he saw them. Always one to make an entrance, Rupert flung open the doors with a mighty bellow.

           “FRASERS!” He sauntered to them with the cockiness of a man that knew he was the biggest in the room. Which he probably was. Behind him trailed two smaller men- Ian and Angus. “We hear ye’ve pleased another man today.”

           “Why does everything that comes out of yer mouth sound filthy?” Jamie asked as Rupert clapped a paw on his shoulder

           “Dinna ken. Ye’ve got a filthy mind, probably.” He winked.

           “How will we be celebrating tonight?” Angus asked, scratching his scraggly beard with a look of false contemplation. “Shots?”

           “Nay!” Ian spoke up. “Ye’ll ken what happened last time…”

           “It’s no out fault ye canna hold yer drink,” Rupert teased.

           “Yer company is celebration enough, lads,” Willie appeased, placing a hand on both their shoulders.

           “Speak fer yerself,” Jamie muttered and waved the bartender over. He tried not to see her eyes in the bottom of his glass.


The pub grew steadily louder, and Claire found it more and more difficult to concentrate of her friends’ conversation. A mixture of the noise and alcohol.

           “And, when are we going to see ze dancers?” Louise’s question caught Claire off guard.

           “Marsali, you didn’t…”

           “I only plan on getting marrit once. I’m doing my bachelorette party right.” She giggled, disarmingly sweet compared to the plans she had. “We should leave soon, though. So we can get a good seat.” The twinkle in her eye made Claire shake her head in mock disgust.

           Much to Claire’s surprise, she was having fun. Not what she would have normally done on a Friday, she was glad to be out with these women. Her friends.

           As they filed out, Claire saw a flash of red by the bar. A trick of the light, probably.


Jamie knew he was drunk. Was he hallucinating? He saw his stranger, wild hair trailing behind her as she walked out of the door. Perhaps he should call it a night.

The Virtues of Sin

Summary: Your parish has a new priest.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters: Father Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count: 1855

Warnings: nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), a Catholic priest breaking his vows (seriously, if this idea offends you - DO NOT READ THIS), unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: You can thank (or get mad at) @nichelle-my-belle and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess for helping plant this thought in my head. Written for @torn-and-frayed Songs of Supernatural Season 3 Challenge. My song was Hell’s Bells by AC/DC.

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

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philtheo aesthetic

@alexandorhamilton and @lafyettes

ok first of all i’m rlly proud of this

second of all…. consider…… photographer au…….

either photographer!theo with model!phil being a total dick and she’s just like “wake me up (wake me up inside)”

or photographer!philip with model!theo being too perfect and he’s just like “WHAT THE HECK I GOTTA DO”

OR BOTH OF THEM ARE MODELS WHO SORT OF HATE EACH OTHER BUT STILL HAVE TO DO PHOTOSHOOTS TOGETHER AND THEY’RE JUST SASSING EACH OTHER UNDER THEIR BREATHS IN VERY COMPROMISING POSITIONS AND SWIMWEAR AND SHE JUST PUSHES HIM OFF HER AFTERWARD LIKE “I’M SO THANKFUL THAT’S OVER” 

“OH YEAH? I BET UR NOT AS THANKFUL AS I AM” 

“U R A GODDAMN FIVE YEAR OLD PHILIP” 

“WELL A FIVE YEAR OLD COULDN’T BUY YOU A DRINK COULD HE”

“what” 

“what”

this got so out of hand

7 Days of Heaven (Day 6 – Bambam)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-Mark  Day 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson Day 5-YoungjaeDay 7-Yugyeom

Characters:  Bambam (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Sense deprivation (sight), Bondage cuffs (leather), Softdom!Bambam (ASKGHDKAD), Fingering, Sweet Dirty talk (with Bambam’s sweet accent alksdghalksd), Orgasm Denial, etc.

Length:  3,633 words

A/N:  HI!!! SURPRISE!!  YES, So here is the 6th Day of Heaven (which is looooooooooooong overdue) feat. the “Who told you I am not big” Bambam!!!!  OK so… this is going to be straight-up smut, nothing else.  Again read the warnings before you proceed ;) Also, the inspiration changed a bit from the teaser, though it may still be a bit similar, but, yeah.  Whatever lmao.  Proofreading is also zero for this one, so my apologies for any errors!

Also, I am celebrating my first anniversary as an Ahgase and for reaching 2k+ followers!  I am surprised that I still gain followers despite being on hiatus for too long ;)

This fic is also dedicated to my bestie, @wearkpop ;) Love you to the bones!!


After the boys have recovered from your confession about Youngjae, they are contemplating if they should proceed in asking you about the youngest members of their group.  Jinyoung sighed when you stood up and sat on the table in front of them.

“I have not missed any member yet, have I?”  You placed your index finger on top of your lips; thinking.

“I think we have heard enough-“

“Yah oppa, I have not talked about Bambam yet!”  You cut Jaebum off and crossed your arms over your chest and the boys dropped their bodies against the couch, before they can even stop you, you already started.

“That kinky li’l shit.  That boy will be a fucking tease – a bit dominant but on the softer side.  Dirty talking will be his absolute favorite.. His accent is just too perfect in bed, imagine him groan and dirty talk with that freaking Thai accent.”  You giggled and Jinyoung stood up and Mark laid a hand on his arm.

“What?  You two had gotten off already, why can’t I?”


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