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Kinktober '23: Threesome | Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin

Pairing: Husband!Kim Namjoon x Wife!Fem!Reader x Kim Seokjin

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), established relationship

Summary: Namjoon isn't one for sharing, but Seokjin is his best friend, and there's a lot of things he'd consider trying out with Jin by his side

WC: 4.3k

Warnings: homoeroticism, pet names (Princess, pretty/pretty girl), threesome, multiple orgasms, light cum play/cum eating, fingering, oral (Fem receiving), creampie, heavy subspace implications, Reader passes out, light aftercare

A/N: Yall this is a bit rocky but I love it, best of luck. If you like it, please consider reblogging and checking out my links below. Appreciate your reading, and I hope you enjoy!

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You hated Namjoon's damn work events. They were boring, and stuffy, and the drinks weren't as strong as they should have been if they were going to taste so awful. You sipped your champagne anyway, hand tucked carefully into the crook of his elbow while he talked to...well, you couldn't remember their names, but they were some higher ups that Namjoon was keen on impressing. So you stood next to him, and you giggled at their ridiculous anecdotes, and you played up being the pretty little wife that he so deserved to show off. That was something that you could never tire of.

When the conversation finally ended, you slumped against him, chin propped on his shoulder and a pout sitting pretty on your lips.

"Joonie, why do you hate me?" You asked him. He laughed, his dimples showing and his eyes curving into crescents. He had that lovesick look that he saved just for you, and you basked in the sunshiney feel of it.

"If I hated you, I would have made you do all the talking." He argued back, tipping your chin up to press a chaste kiss to your lips. One that you desperately wished would linger, but you knew better. Not when you were surrounded by his coworkers and bosses and so subject to judgment. Namjoon wasn't one for PDA, preferring to keep his worshiping of you behind closed doors where he could make sure he was showing you sufficient adoration.

"Well if it isn't my favorite lovebirds." A smooth voice wrapped around the two of you, and you looked up, your heart leaping into your throat at the sight in front of you. Seokjin was one of Namjoon's closest friends, he'd been a groomsman at your wedding, and you'd gotten reasonably close with him over your years with Namjoon. They had been friends since college, now working at the same company, though in different departments. You had to admit that seeing him was always one of the highlights of these dreaded parties.

"Jin, wondered where you were at." Namjoon grinned, the two pulling each other into a quick embrace before Jin did the same with you, pressing a polite kiss to your cheek that made you go warm.

"Socializing. It's what we're being forced to be here for, right?" He laughed, taking a swig from whatever was in his glass. You nodded, making note of the fact that he seemed to want to get out of there just as much as the two of you did. "Are you two having fun?"

You hummed noncommittally, smoothing out the orchid fabric of your dress against your thighs. It was the best you had, especially when you didn't want to blatantly say no. This most definitely was not the sort of thing that you'd consider fun, but you appreciated the invitation extended to you, and you definitely appreciated seeing the boys get all dressed up.

Namjoon looked like sin on legs, brown-blonde hair pushed back neatly and his damned turtleneck hugging his chest and sculpting his waist, all covered in a dark purple blazer that you'd been wanting to take off of him since the moment he'd put it on. And Jin standing opposite him, looking neat as ever in his steel gray button down stretching across the endless planes of his shoulders and his black tie looking like it was begging to be tugged on, his jacket presumably left on a hanger in the front closets.

"She's been asking to go home since we got here." Namjoon answered, large hand settling on your waist and pulling you close to his side. The proximity, and the warm, dark scent of his cologne did nothing for the pool of warmth swirling in your lower stomach. Damn your mind and its ability to wander so freely. You wondered how hard it would be to get Namjoon to take you into the bathroom of this overpriced venue and take care of your growing problem.

"How could you want to go home? Free drinks, and you get to show off that pretty dress. You do look beautiful by the way." Jin leaned closer as he laid out his compliment, voice as smooth and light as his fingers were as they dragged down your bare arm. You shivered, a tiny gasp slipping from your mouth followed by a hardly convincing clearing of your throat.

"You're too nice, Jinnie. You look amazing yourself." You said, reaching out to smooth his shirt. Namjoon chuckled, low and dangerous and you knew he saw exactly what you were doing. He wasn't the sharing type, but he knew well enough about your little attraction to his best friend, and he knew that Jin had his eyes on you too. He wasn't the sharing type, but it was you, and it was Seokjin, and he couldn't imagine anything being more appealing.

His hands traveled to your hips, pulling you close to his front and looking up at his older friend. His eyes were dark, hands warm even through the fabric of your dress. You weren't sure if they exchanged words at all, or if they just spoke with their eyes, but it was hardly another few minutes before Namjoon was suggesting the three of you be on your way before it got too terribly late.

You whined, breath coming out ragged and your eyes squeezing shut. With your body trapped between the two of them, you felt like you could hardly move, Namjoon's hands pulling you back against him, his lips on your neck while Jin's long fingers slid into your hair, guiding your head back so his lips could descend against yours, plush and hungry and tasting like champagne and peach chapstick. Your lips parted against him, the tiniest noise being swallowed by him as his tongue dipped to explore the new terrain.

His kisses weren't like Namjoon's, Joon was much slower with his, taking his time to savor the feeling and reveling in how easy it was to get you worked up and desperate for him. His mouth against your neck was the same way, tongue dragging lazily against your jugular and nipping at the skin there until a tiny mark bloomed under his lips. You wiggled, pressing your ass back against the growing bulge in his pants, trying to draw him in, urging him to touch you more, to make you feel good.

Jin pulled away from you, and you chased his lips, only for him to gently tug you back with a small tut. Namjoon looked up at him, still working over your delicate skin. Jin stood in front of you, still looking so goddamn put together except for his spit slicked, swollen lips that were curling into a self-satisfied little grin.

"Waited so long to see you like this, pretty girl." He hummed, carefully undoing his tie and tossing it in the general direction of your bedside stand. You reached up, brushing his hands out of the way to make quick work of the buttons on his shirt. And then it was falling away, sliding off his shoulders and leaving him so bare and so goddamn pretty in front of you. You reach out, hands exploring his toned chest, skating up his broad shoulders where you dug your nails in and dragged them back down just to hear the way his breath hitched. And it did hitch, just like you'd always imagined, and the warmth pooled heavily in your stomach.

"Enough of that," Namjoon said, pulling you away from his best friend and sliding the zip on the back of your dress until the fabric began to pool. He guided it off of you, and Jin held a hand out to help you step out of the puddle of fabric. With you standing there, braless and wearing only the tiniest silk pair of panties that left hardly anything to the imagination, you felt so entirely vulnerable, and so desperately wanted that you couldn't help but bloom under the attention. Your nipples prickled in the cool air, growing hard and desperate for attention. Namjoon nudged you towards the bed, firm but gentle in his touch just like always, and then he was taking Jin's tie, winding it carefully around your wrists and knotting them together.

Jin let out a dark laugh, one of awe and lust and pure amusement as you sat there, propped against the numerous pillows that decorated the bed, and looking up at the two of them so innocently.

"We should entertain our guest first, right angel? It's only fair," Namjoon hummed, his fingers sliding down to tweak your nipples. You jolted lightly, chest pressing towards his hands and you nodded.

"Please. Wanna take such good care of him. Promise I'll be perfect for you, Jinnie, I swear." You said, voice like velvet and lips curling into an irresistible smile. Jin palmed himself through his dress pants, his cock aching already just from the feeling of your mouth against his and the way you laid yourself out for him.

He undid the button on his pants, kicking them off to climb onto the bed with you in only his boxer briefs, his length straining the fabric and his precum leaving a wet spot on the front as he leaked into them. You batted your eyelashes at him, spreading your thighs and letting himself crawl between them like he belonged there. He leaned down, lips finding yours again, and the only sound in the room being the sound of your lips smacking against each other desperately and Namjoon's belt coming undone, his clothes sliding off and landing dully against the carpet.

The bed dipped next to you as Namjoon sat on his knees there, his hand stroking along your bare side, kneading against the plush of your thighs as you and Jin kissed until eventually Jin was pulling away, his mouth being replaced by Namjoon's much softer kisses, and his hands busying themselves with pushing your soaked panties aside. Jin thumbed at your clit, rubbing slow circles against it and coaxing even more arousal out of you. Your legs twitched shut, stopped by his hips and easily spread again, one of his hands on your knee, Namjoon pulling at your opposite thigh to open you up for them. It was almost intimidating how well they worked together without a word of communication passing between them.

Jin's fingers returned to your core, dipping between your folds to slide through your wetness, then back up to pass back and forth over your aching clit. You needed more, a desperate emptiness growing between your legs. You squirmed, gasping out a tiny plea into the kiss that Namjoon was still guiding you through. Jin hummed, his fingers speeding up against your clit until your hips were rocking to meet his movements. His touch was hot, burning and yet somehow not igniting you as a whole and you wanted to wail with need.

"Jin, please," You gasped out, head falling back and forcing Namjoon's mouth to detach from yours and drag down the slope of your jaw.

"Please what?" Jin practically cooed, and you huffed, giving your hips a wiggle to emphasize your displeasure at his teasing, but it didn't do anything to wipe the proud look off his face. "Use your words, babygirl."

"Please, want your fingers in me." You answered, too far gone already to worry about how you sounded. You heard Namjoon groan, shifting so he was laying alongside you, his hips pressing desperately into your thigh as Jin eagerly fulfilled your wish. He sunk one long finger into you, curling it slowly and searching until he found the spongy spot at the top of your walls, drawing out a gasping moan from you. "There,"

"So bossy, aren't we," He hummed, but he gave you what you asked for, pulling out and sliding a second finger into you before grinding his fingertips firmly against the spot. You arched harshly, nails digging into the flesh of your palms as the waves of pleasure started to take over, rippling through your lower body and raising your body temperature by a good few degrees. You turned your head, burying your face as deep into the pillow as you could as Jin sped up, his thumb flicking and swirling around your clit being almost too much to handle. However, Joon was having none of your hiding, gripping your chin firmly and turning it so your sounds weren't muffled.

"Wanna hear you. Gotta make sure Jin hyung knows how good he makes you feel. Not polite to hide from him." He cooed in your ear, and you shakily hummed a reply. He tutted, sliding his hand up, pinching at your nipple on the way, giving your throat a barely there squeeze, before he settled on sliding two of his fingers into your mouth, tugging your jaw open and forcing out all the sounds you'd been holding back.

Jin groaned, his fingers faltering for a moment before finding their rhythm again, fucking into you and pressing into the spot that had you gushing around his fingers.

"Close," You said, though the word came out slurred and nearly indistinguishable, but you were sure that they understood with the way you writhed between them, your thighs shaking and squeezing around Jin's hips, and your walls pulsing and clenching around his fingers. But if they did, neither of them said anything, just letting you release on his hand, a broken cry filling the room as the tension building in your body snapped and sent you careening into pleasure untethered.

Jin slowed his movements then, letting you breathe and adjust as your muscles relaxed and you melted against the bed. He brought his hand up to his mouth, making a show of sucking his fingers clean and looking entirely too pleased with himself when your pussy clenched around nothing and a tiny whimper slipped out of your mouth.

"Feel good, babygirl?" He asked gently, stroking along your thigh and very kindly not pointing out the way that your body tensed and flexed and fluttered under his touch. You nodded, still basking in the afterglow of your long awaited orgasm. Then his shit eating grin was back and he squeezed your thighs. "Good, guess you don't need another then,"

He was teasing, you knew he was, but that didn't stop your eyes from going wide and your lips from curling into a little pout. Namjoon tried not to laugh, which led to you turning your pout and puppy dog eyes combo back on him.

"Don't be mean, hyung," He said, pecking your lips. "She's wanted your cock since she met you, you can't tease her like that." He said. You nodded along, too far gone to be embarrassed by the confession you were confirming.

"Want it so bad, Jinnie, please. Wanna feel you inside me. Want you to make me dumb." You rambled on, your tied hands flexing and clenching between your breasts as you looked up at him. He groaned, reaching down to rub at his aching cock, still confined and straining to get out.

"How can I say no when you ask so pretty," He cooed, pushing his boxers down enough to free his cock, his length rivaling Namjoon's, though not as thick and with a pretty curve to it. He tapped the tip of his cock against your dripping folds, easily sliding between then to tease you and chuckling at the desperate way your hips canted up against his, chasing the friction.

You didn't have to beg again, because beneath all the teasing, he was just as desperate as you were. He pressed into you slow and steady, feeling your walls eagerly open up around his cock, sucking him in deeper. He fought off a groan, eyes fluttering shut as he basked in the feeling. It wasn't like Seokjin didn't get laid, he had people falling at his feet, but this was better than any pussy he'd had before, maybe just because it was yours.

You purred at the pressure of being full, and Namjoon pressed closer to you, his mouth running up and down your shoulder before dipping low enough to catch your nipple in his mouth. Your breath came out stuttered and shaky and you tugged at your binds, desperate to touch one of them and ground yourself. But Namjoon brought his hand up, gripping your wrists and guiding them above your head and out of his way gently.

You gave in, opting instead to clench around Seokjin's cock and admire the way his grip on your thighs tightened. Then he pulled back, leaving you with a glaring emptiness inside of you before he was thrusting back into you firmly. He didn't pick up his pace fast, seemingly contented to roll his hips slowly, the friction setting you alight all over again.

"Faster," You begged, blinking up at him. "Need more, need you to use me."

The words made his pace falter, his hips slamming forward just a little harder and then staying there a moment longer. You could see it in the clench of his jaw that he wanted that too, so you whined his name, high and long, more a frustrated huff than anything, and watched his hesitation fade away.

"Say it again," He demanded, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into you and grazing exactly where you wanted him. "Say my name, princess."

You obeyed, letting strings of his names flutter off your tongue, long and sweet and whiny enough to have Namjoon rutting against your hip. You almost could have forgotten that he was there if it weren't for the wet warmth of his mouth on your tits, worshipping them as he always did and adding just a little more to the overwhelming pleasure you were being washed in.

"Jinnie, please," You nearly sobbed, squirming so hard that Namjoon had to hook his leg over yours to keep the friction against his barely covered cock, and Jin pushed the other up, spreading you open and fucking into you harder, chasing the sound of your voice curling around his name.

Namjoon's hand slid down, pressing between you and Jin's body to strum at your clit, harsh, messy movements that were immediately overwhelming to your senses.

"Can't," You nearly sobbed, body trying to thrash against the two men but immediately being overpowered.

"You can." Namjoon cooed sweetly. "Can cum as many times as we want, I know you can. Just gotta let go. You wanna do that, wanna cum on his dick?"

His words clouded your mind and any doubts holding your body back. You came hard enough to make your vision fade black, your sobs and moans sounding so distant to your own ears that you weren't entirely sure if you'd made a sound at all. But once you were coming down, you noted the emptiness between your thighs, blinking to find Jin stroking himself, brows furrowed together and his lips pressed tight before he came, painting the inside of your thighs with his seed.

You hummed, not entirely back in your body but absolutely delighted to see how pretty he looked when he finished, to have him mark you with his pleasure. Namjoon sat up then, untying your hands and rubbing at your wrists, worried about how hard you'd been tugging on them.

"Joonie," You mumbled, looking up at him through heavy eyelids. He turned back to you immediately, always so attentive. "Want you to cum too. Want you to feel good."

"Baby," He half laughed, and Jin didn't answer, too busy scooping his cum onto his fingers from your plush thighs.

"Please? Want you to fuck me too. Been good, you promised you'd fuck me after your dumb party if I was good." You huffed, pulling at Seokjin's wrist to bring his hand to your mouth, dutifully cleaning his seed off of his skin. He stared at you in awe, then looked at your husband who was watching you with dark eyes.

"Greedy," He huffed. You just giggled, watching him strip his underwear off and setting his painfully hard cock free. He took Seokjin's spot which the older of the two willingly gave. He leaned down, dragging his tongue over your inner thigh to clean off the rest of his hyung's cum before leaning forward, slotting his mouth over your sensitive cunt and lapping up your juices.

You writhed, hands finding purchase in his hair as he ate you out slow and steady, lapping between your folds and swallowing down your juices. You hummed, letting him suck at your clit the way that you loved. He knew you inside and out, knew exactly how to make you feel good.

Jin had sat down beside you, his fingers stroking your hair and brushing against your cheek as Namjoon ate you up and brought you back to your high. This one was intense, but less sharp, the orgasm washing over you like crashing waves that pulled you under instead of electric shocks. Namjoon was gracious, using his tongue to gently work you through it before pulling back and lining up with your weeping hole.

"You sure you want another one, pretty? Don't wanna hurt you," He hummed, hands rubbing grounding strokes along your sides and back down to your hips. You nodded.

"Want it. Need you. Don't care if it hurts, need you to take me." You said, voice airy and lost in the pleasure in a way he recognized. He hummed his agreement, giving in easier than he'd really planned to.

He guided himself into you on sheer muscle memory. The new experience of having Seokjin fill you up was amazing, but nothing could beat the absolute familiarity of Namjoon's cock splitting you open. He wasn't as long as Jin, but he girth was enough to have tears pricking at your eyes, aided by the oversensitivity of your previous three orgasms.

You reached down, fingers catching with Namjoon's and tangling together as if searching for a lifeline. He gave it to you, holding your hand and letting you adjust to his size before setting a steady pace, folding your legs out of the way and spreading you open.

He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, his free hand coming up to push through his hair, loosening it from the gel he'd used and letting a few locks fall around his face. He looked ethereal, so consumed by the feeling of your walls around him, so tight and warm like you'd been molded just for his cock.

"So pretty," He hummed, reaching up to brush the few overstimulated tears starting to fall from your eyes. "Take me so well, don't you? Doing so good for both of us."

Seokjin took his place, stroking your cheek and pressing chaste kisses to your parted lips. You melted against the bed, losing all ability to think, or doing much of anything besides let Namjoon take care of you. He was hitting the spot that turned you to a whiny mess, one hand still holding onto yours, and the other one rubbing at your clit while he pounded into you.

His words were fading straight to the back of your mind, washing over you and dragging you deeper into your floaty mindset. You could barely process what he was saying, but you didn't mind, not with Seokjin's praise going in the other ear, his voice muffled against the skin of your neck. You were surrounded, held so close that you couldn't move if you wanted to.

Then you were tipping over the edge again, your orgasm tinged with pain as he chased his own pleasure. It only took a few more thrusts into you before he fell with you. He pumped his load into you with a broken growl, his head falling low as he chased the feeling, pushing through as many thrusts as possible, trying to ride you both through the pleasure before it became too much.

It took a good few minutes for you to come back to consciousness, long enough for Namjoon to pull out of you and grab a rag to clean you up while Jin held you close, pressing kisses to your head. You blinked slowly, registering the ache between your thighs and thee tenseness in your muscles.

"Welcome back, princess," Seokjin said with a grin. You smiled back, though a bit groggily. Then Namjoon was back, kissing your cheek.

"Feeling okay? You were out for a minute there," He said, hands pressed against your sides in the grounding way that you always needed. You nodded slowly.

"Good. I'm good." You said, registering that everything had really happened and hadn't been another one of your overdeveloped fantasies. "Stay?"

You turned to Jin, your hand seeking his. You didn't know what this meant for the three of you now, and you couldn't comprehend figuring it out now, but you desperately wanted him to stay so you could figure it out come morning.

Jin opened his mouth to argue, not sure if that was something that was really acceptable, but Namjoon repeated your word a little more firmly.

"Stay. You can sleep in here, or the guest room is open." He said, finishing cleaning you up for the time being. Jin looked at you, at your sleepy, pleading eyes, then at Namjoon's with his sincere expression.

"Okay. Yeah, I'll stay." He agreed, and then you were curling into him like it was where he belonged, wrapping around him and nuzzling into his shoulder."Thank you for this," You mumbled, and before he could even turn the sentiment back on you, you were asleep in his arms. With your weight against him, and Namjoon turning off the lights to join the two of you, Jin wondered if maybe this was right where he belonged.

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Needy- NAMJOON

"Hi baby."

Namjoon's deep voice rumbled in your ears, an almost pavlovian response triggered in your body.

You'd think by now, this far into your relationship, the crush you had on him would've worn off. Instead, it seems to have gotten even stronger- your mouth watered whenever he was in front of you, your entire body lit up with anticipation- hoping, wishing, begging for him to come closer to you.

Joon covered your body with his, wrapping you into a secure hug. A smile grew on your lips as you felt his long, strong arms wrap around you and his weight in your body. He put pressed on you as you pushed your face into his chest, breathing in his scent. His lips pressed to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck- making his way down as he squeezed your body like a snake wrapping around its most precious prey-

"I missed you," He mumbled against your skin, breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

"It was only a couple hours-"

"And here I raced home for you," Joon tssked, "Thought about you the entire way, figured we could do date night here at home, yeah? Maybe watch a movie together, take a bath later? I'll wash your hair for you, remember how much you like that?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the memory of the last time your boyfriend washed your hair. A psychological study had to be conducted about the aphrodisiac properties to a head massage and lavender soap.

You exhaled slowly, Joon's eyes tracking yours with the upmost concentration. The heat of his gaze warmed your belly and you tilted your head at him, wondering what exactly it was that put him in this kind of a mood.

"What was Yoongi's show about again? Did it happen to involve something with alcohol maybe?" You hummed, feeling his hand dip under the hem of your shirt and massage your lower back.

His hand crept upwards, calloused fingers rubbing your soft skin with all the desperation in the world. The way he touched you was like a starved man, begging, aching for any crumb of you that he could get.

"What are you insinuating?" Namjoon said suspiciously, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra.

"That every time you drink you get needy," You teased, letting him wrap his other arm around your waist and hoist you into the air, carrying you with ease.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and gripped his arms, face so close to his your lips grazed each others', teasing each other endlessly.

"Don't you need me baby?" Joon mumbled against your lips.

You held him there, close to you, where you could feel his body heat warm you up and smell him- that spicy, woody smell that was all his and now it was spiked with liquor.

"Of course I do," You assured quickly, "You know I do."

He smirked up at you, pressing his lips to yours in a possessive, greedy sort of way that made your head spin. It was like you were the one who was drunk, the way he set your body on fire as he set you down gently, spinning you around so fast you had to catch yourself against the wall, back arched as he pushed your legs apart roughly.

"Lemme go down on you, please? Can I please put my mouth on you?" He asked, large hand working your pussy through your pants.

You moaned, nodding half a second before he ripped your pants halfway down your legs, mouth kissing down the length of your spine almost immediately. He ate you out like that, chest shoved against the wall and holding on for dear life. His tongue was rough and thorough, leaving no part of you untouched.

You felt like a bolt of lightning had struck from your head to your toes, opening up for him as he thrusted in and out of your pussy. He added his fingers as if his tongue wasn't enough, thumb flicking and prodding at your clit until you were cumming against his face, back arched so sharply you were sure to feel sore tomorrow.

It was like all the air had been sucked from the room as he manhandled you, lifting you back up in his arms to take all the work away from you, "You still with me?" He asked, looking down at you with an exhilarated, chaotic look on his face.

You hummed in response, nodding at him as he gathered you in his arms. He gave you his cheekiest grin before you heard the clink of his belt hitting the floor, slamming his hips up into you in one fell thrust. You moaned loudly, raking your nails down his back so sharply it would've broke skin if he wasn't wearing a shirt still.

There was something so satisfyingly lust filled about the way your bodies moved against each others, rough and intense like you hadn't seen each other in ages. He fucked into you hard, filling you in every way possible and then some. The pace Namjoon set was ruthless, burying his head in the crook of your neck and sucking bruises into the skin that would last days.

You grabbed at his hair, tugging on thick black locks with no reservations as he pushed your legs even wider, one pinning your thigh out and the other keeping you half wrapped around him, ankle hooked against his lower back.

"I'm so c-close," You whined, your voice hoarse and dry from moaning out his name.

"Tell me how much you need me," Joon demanded, "Tell me how good you feel and I'll let you cum."

You obliged immediately, never turning down and opportunity to praise your boyfriend. You whined and begged and pleaded for him to make you cum, to touch you the way only he could, to cum inside of you so that you could be his and his only the way you knew you were.

He kept his eyes on your as he touched your clit, thrusts quickening as you came all over his cock, Namjoon finishing closely behind you. The two of you basked in the afterglow, your breathing synced as you floated back down to earth. He didn't bother setting you down, instead simply adjusting his grip on you so that he could carry you more securely.

"Time for that bath, huh?" He suggested, carrying you off towards the bathroom you shared.

It was going to be a long night...

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Interrogated | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 6.0k 

Genre: smut, a hint of fluff and angst, but lowkey. Basically pwp

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: Namjoon sends a mysteriously threatening text to Vixen. Convinced of her innocence, Vixen confronts him. Little does she know what her lover has planned…

Warning: Swearing, power dynamics, Dom!Namjoon, Sub!Reader, roleplay (professor x student), masturbation (m/f receiving), unprotected oral sex (f receiving), cock worship (mild), dirty talking (description of sexual fantasies, description of blowjob, cumplay), spanking (ass, pussy), marking (hickeys, bites), unprotected sex (stay smart, kiddos), mild assumptions regarding cheating, grabbing (face, hair), mild edging. The power dynamics are extremely delicate because there is some safewording (yellow - slow down), and consent is actively negotiated in a couple moments where Vixen is feeling very delicate. Remember that as a reader, you can always quit reading when a scene gets too much: check in on yourself and feel free to safeword and not finish a piece if you’re no longer aligned with what you’re reading. 

I love you, please stay safe 💜✨

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My office. Now. 

Namjoon’s message was cryptic to say the least. Also intimidating. 

You wondered whether he’d found out just how expensive that beautiful Le Creuset blue casserole was, or maybe you had messed up the watering of one of his tiny trees… It could really be anything. 

You don’t usually mess up. You are diligent. Namjoon is a neat man, he knows how he wants stuff done and he gives clear instructions about it. So you keep a page on your Notion account just for his plants, so you always know how or when they need to be watered. You keep lists on lists about small things that make him happy. 

His favourite detergent. His favourite fabric softener. His favourite set of sheets. His favourite brand of shampoo. 

Being diligent about his preferences fulfils you. It’s like playing a complicated game of Nintendogs. Some quirky, hyper realistic version of Animal Crossing. 

With your heart in your throat you open the door to his home studio.

Your fight or flight mechanism is going berserk in your guts, telling you to stand very still and not speak until he speaks first. 

Do not give him anything he can use against you. 

“Namjoon,” you say, just to make sure he has acknowledged your presence. 

He does this dramatic thing where he turns around with his chair. 

And your breathing stops. 

Wow. 

God. 

Wow. 

“Is this what you wanted, babylove?” 

He’s in a charcoal three piece suit. And he’s wearing glasses. 

He’s so sexy. 

“Yes, sir.” The words come out shy, unsteady. 

He snickers. “So I’m ‘sir’ tonight… Interesting.” 

He places his elbows on his knees and props his head up, his dragon eyes luring you in. 

He’s intimidating and it makes watery want roll in your belly like the surface of a lake being titillated by the breeze. 

This is how you play it, how he plays you, his desire like a snake, moving sinuously, insinuating your mind. A siege. A constant siege.

The chemistry between you and him is like an abyss, calm around the edges, and fierce in the depths, with currents so strong and unsuspected that venturing under the surface is dangerous and exciting at the same time. 

“Come here, pet.” His voice is as deep as the ocean of your desire, and you walk to him, standing in front of him, eyes to the floor. 

“Kneel,” he orders. 

You bring your gaze to his face, brow furrowed in disagreement. “But what did I do?” You ask, too confused about what’s coming for you. 

“You don’t know?” His expression conveys surprise and disappointment. 

“No I don’t?!” You are truly perplexed. It’s not like you did something to provoke such behaviour. Usually you would deliberately tease him if you crave some rough treatment, but this?! Not part of the plan. Dammit, there wasn’t even any plan to start with! 

“What did I do?” You ask, wide eyed and sweet mouthed. He can’t resist that, usually. 

“It’s yours to tell, sweet cheeks.” He cackles cruelly and you feel torment start to boil in your chest, like ugly, nasty tar. 

“I don’t know.” You feel helpless and it’s not a thing you like. It reminds you of feeling cornered, and when you’re cornered you start biting back. 

“Then you’re gonna kneel, little thing.” 

You frown some more. “No?” you object. 

Namjoon arches an eyebrow in disapproval, then leans back against his chair and runs his hands through his hair. His beautiful, dark chocolate hair, your favourite. “Come again, fox?”

“I said no.” You cross your arms in front of your chest. 

“Excellent. I gave you a chance to behave and go easy, but as usual you need to make my life impossible.” 

“I’m not kneeling for something I don’t even know I did,” you spit back, vitriolic. 

“But you’re a smart girl. You have an excellent memory, my love.” He waits some more. “Can’t be that you have forgotten.”

“Is this about my new casserole? Because I love it and you love what I cook with it, so fuck it, I’m not saving money for my god blessed pans and pots. Fuck it!” You turn around, ready to leave, but he’s as fast as a viper, he snaps up and grabs your wrist, pulling you to him, your back pressed to his chest.

It cuts your breath short. You feel even more acidic at the slick, treacherous want pooling between your thighs. 

“It’s not for the pan, love,” he whispers at your ear. “Still, thank you for your confession. We’ll deal with that later.” His voice is as dark as the witching hours, obscure and lush and dangerous like a Venus flytrap. And what a silly fly you are. 

“What did I do?” You speak, voice tender and thin.

“At this point, I assume you remember, but you don’t think it was that deep, huh?” He bites your earlobe and you whimper, a short, miserable sound that makes him feel wicked and beastly. “Maybe I’ll let you play little detective with it, yes?” He clamps his lips around the curve of your neck, as if you were a ripe peach and he was trying with all his might to hold you with his mouth without even bruising you. It was not a bite, not a kiss, not even anything really. Just the inside of his lips touching your skin. “I know you like your witty games, but I won’t make it easy on you, Vixen.”

You bite your lips, your sex clenching around nothing. 

Your breath coming short, your blood rushing wild — he is high on them both, on the crazed thumping of your heart. It feels forbidden. 

“Yes,” you say, and you frown at your own word. 

“Only if you want it, fox.” Namjoon’s hold gets more gentle. “Remember your safeword, babylove.”

That is the last straw. You turn around for him and look in his eyes. “Yes. Green. Very green,” you tell him. This is your man. This is your safest place on the entire earth. Nothing can go wrong when you’re his.

He pecks your lips with a kiss and you almost forget how dangerous he is to you. “Will you kneel for me now, pretty thing?” He asks, saccharine, and the way his voice bends and breaks into silence makes it one hundred percent certain that he is the one begging, he is the one wanting the most, he is the one who will break of lust.

Your hands touch his waist, using it to prop yourself as you lower. 

He caresses your hair fondly as you do so. “Such a good girl. An adorable, obedient, smart girl.” You look up, and he’s so in love, his stomach in knots at how perfect you are. Beautiful, terrifying thing. 

He takes a few steps back, sits on his chair and looks at you, still dressed, not a single ounce of indecency on you if not for those sinful eyes, and those wretched and divine lips. “I thought the outfit would be a good enough hint,” he says, standing up again, wanting his full height on you, but also wondering whether he should find a way to prop himself upright. 

You blink at him, shake your head innocently and plop your ass on your heels. 

He stands again and moves towards you, his steps slow and well-thought. He circles around you, studying your position. He is rather pleased with your hands clasped together behind your back. 

Once he is in front of you, he crouches down, looking you in the eye and grabbing your face with one large hand, squishing your cheeks together just a little, your mouth even more improper this way, tender and red, skin flush with excitement. Your pupils are blown wide, so black. “You’re such a doll.” His other hand caresses your head, stopping at your nape. “And I bet you’re soaked, mh?”

You look at the floor, just a tiny bit embarrassed. 

He chuckles, and it feels like a purr, like a set of claws tickling down your spine. “Pleased to know it’s true.” He tilts your chin up, and new arousal sends a shiver across your belly. “Are you wearing makeup, love?”

You keep your eyes on his as you shake your head. 

He nods to himself, then stands up, interrupting all contact with you. You feel your body sag imperceptibly, but he seems to notice. He loves you being his sunflower, the way you move for him, follow him whenever. 

A strong, independent, beautiful woman, polished head to toe, well-mannered, well-educated, elegant, intelligent, unreadable and mysterious, and so classy… You shouldn’t be allowed to new money kids like him. And yet, in those rooms full of strangers, full of men who could perfectly match you, you still chose him, always, over and over. And he reads you, like no one does. He still is the only one who can tell your focus is only somehow shifted his way whenever he’s in the room. 

He circles around you again, and again, edging you, letting you sizzle with nerves. And once he pounces, he makes sure not to miss. His hand goes to your hair, tugs at it a little as he forces you up on your knees, your face reaching his hip.

“Isn’t the material of this suit lovely?” He asks, cupping the back of your head and dragging your face across his crotch, the friction delicate as he is afraid of hurting you with the metal of the zipper. He holds back a moan as your cheek connects with his sex through the fabric. “Isn’t it, Vixen?” He asks again, though this time he’s a bit more feral, and speaks through gritted teeth. 

“It is, very,” you concede.

His grip gentles. “Colour?”

You shake your head. “Green.” You look up at him, looking for reassurance as you nuzzle your face, your nose, your cheeks and mouth against him, rubbing all over his crotch. Your eyes are piercing through his as you trace him with your nose, with your chin, as if you were learning him with the touch of your face alone. 

“Do you want a hint or do you want me to undo my belt?” He asks you, fondling your hair without an ounce of malice. 

You try to smart-ass your way out of it and add some sprinkles of sweet talking, just to better your chances. “Can’t I have both?” 

God, he loves you. You’re so smart and he loves you. “Not this one time, sweetheart.” 

You pout and he loves you even more. “Okay,” you squeak. 

He watches you quickly calculate the better route. And then he wants to mess your mouth, because your lips part and he sees your pearly teeth and he watches them wrap around the bit of leather that goes inside the buckle, tugging at it. 

You’re wicked and holy and he will die for you. 

He would love to watch your struggle. “What are you doing, Vixen.” 

You try to act coquettish and innocent as you reply, “If I can remove your belt, then I can ask for the hint and have both.” 

His eyes turn into fiery slits. “Cunning fox. Always trying to play by her own rules.” 

He stays quiet for a little bit, thinking. “As a reward for your miserable attempt at a coup, you’re getting neither.” 

You watch him retreat, no longer touched, no longer fondled or admired. He flops onto his chair and turns around. “Stay there. If you can obey that, then maybe I’ll play with you later.” 

You’re staring at the back of the chair. You’re wishing for everything and nothing suddenly. You could stand up and leave. You could crawl your way to him and be a good pet and quit battling around. 

But maybe he wants you to be a brat. Maybe he wants you to keep butting heads with him, making him fierce with authority and power. 

Maybe he doesn’t want a servant, maybe he wants an opponent. A rival. 

The clinking of metal awakens you, then the sound of a zipper. The chair creaks a little and then you recognise the heavy exhale. 

Really? And you can’t see? Can’t watch? 

Your face turns sour. You’re on the verge of complaining when you hear a moan. 

Oh, he’s doing… That. 

“Maybe I’ll teach you to listen, this way,” he says, and you feel wetness ooze out of you, it coats your core, seeps into your underwear. “If I damn notice you touched yourself, I will punish you Vixen. And not the way you like, mind you.” 

The memory of him edging you last time you went too far has you almost tearing up. “Yes, sir.” 

“Fantastic.” He’s a voice without a body right now, denied to your sight. “Would you like to hear what I’m thinking about, fox?” 

You hesitate, then nod imperceptibly. He can’t see you, you remind yourself. “Yes,” you mewl. 

He clicks his tongue, then you hear a deep mumble, a humming that feels like an earthquake on your body. It presses play to a super cut of him on top of you, below you, behind you, up against you, and endless desire, him drawing pleasure out of you like a puppeteer. 

“I’m imagining you under my desk. Mouth full, eyes glossy. You’re licking me up like I’m a popsicle, and the pink of your tongue compliments the red of my dick.” He stops, and you know he’s gathering his thoughts, venturing deeper into the specifics of his fantasy, hyperfocusing on the details until they feel almost real. “You’re there, like a devilish nymph, dressed in a soft, see-through robe with lots of feathers. They tickle you a little, and sometimes you squirm because of it, and it edges me a little, but I love it. You’re lovely and wicked and dirty.” His breathing is a little more laboured now, and you follow it, your hips syncing up without you even realising, and when you do realise, you feel only partly surprised by how deeply you and him connect.

You adore hearing his fantasies. You enjoy playing them out even more. 

“Don’t you want me under your table, right now?” You suggest. 

“It’s how I wanted you from the start, isn’t it?” He chuckles and slows down his movements. “But you were a brat and you had to mess it all up.” 

You want to slap yourself for a quick second, then try to remember that you can still play it as it lays. 

“Okay. I’m sorry.” 

Namjoon hears the little limp in your voice, he knows you’re truly sorry, but he doesn’t acknowledge it out loud. 

“Oh fox… If only you could play fair once. Just for one time.” His words choke a little and you hear him stop moving. He breathes deeply, once, twice. He’s on the edge and he’s holding back, you can tell just from the sound of him, by the depth of his voice, by how ragged it is, how rough and dark. “You could be with your back on my table, screaming by now. I could be inches deep inside you right now. Instead, you make me chase you, like a ghost. Like a dream.” 

“I can make you feel good, Namjoon, you know I can.” You try to persuade him, “I can be so good to you. I want nothing but having you in my mouth. Please.”

He quivers at the thought, almost caving him, vibrating with want — no, with need. “No,” he still replies. 

You decide to sit silent, in penance, chastising yourself. 

You don’t listen to him, you don’t do anything but sit deep in your thoughts, pondering over your knack for insubordination. Not even Namjoon’s deep, growling moans manage to get you out, not even his sweet exhale as he finally meets his pleasure. 

He cleans himself up quickly, and when he does turn around and finds you there, staring at the void, he’s almost disappointed that you did exactly as he told you. Your clothes are still on, and you’re precisely where he left you. 

He tests you, picks up your hands, turns them around and presses his lips to them, but he can tell you didn’t touch yourself. They have no wetness, no taste, no smell but that of your clean skin. 

He questions the look on your face . “What did you do, Vixen?” 

You keep your eyes low, avoiding his gaze. “Nothing. I listened, like you told me to.” 

Namjoon stares at you, confused, almost worried. You feel your hair being pushed back. 

“Vixen?” 

You lazily open your eyes to meet his. He seems worried. “What?” Your tone is dry, laconic.

He kneels in front of you and pulls you to him. “You’re such a smart little fox,” he whispers into your hair, his chin propped on the crown of your head. You feel like crying, just a little, because you’re so confused by everything that is happening. 

Too chaotic, too incoherent, you can’t make sense of it. Why is the pace so inconsistent?

“I love you, Vixen. I love you a lot, baby.” He kisses your head, again and again. “But I like you much, much better when you toy with me.” He cups your face as he looks into your eyes intently. “When you make my life a little impossible and perfect at the same time.”

“Does this mean I’m allowed to disobey?” You ask, hopeful. 

“Just every now and then. Maybe we should get a safeword for when we need to quit the games and just go straight at it.” 

You agree with several nods. “Did you want me to disobey you right now?” 

He looks at you and yeah… He for sure wanted some mischief. But you’re still in time for that, right…? “I want you to be my stubborn, cunning, clever little Vixen.” His hands feel so big against your cheeks and you abandon yourself in them. “Anything you do makes me so happy. Even when you disobey me.”

You crawl a little closer to him, and he notices it, moves his palms to your waist and gives a gentle squeeze that makes your laugh glitter with joy. “I was scared. I don’t know where this is coming from. I thought I’d better not make my position worse.”

Namjoon’s face softens with a feeling so deep, his body cradling you protectively. “I’m sorry I scared you, Vixen. I love you so bad, babylove.” He kisses you like you hung the entire universe for him and for a second you believe in being extraordinary. He caresses your face and you can tell he has no bad intentions when he says, “but you still owe me an apology,” with the sweetest, least threatening look on his face.

Your brow wavers with genuine unawareness. “I really don’t know what I did.” 

The innocence in your eyes is not counterfeited, and he is convinced. But he’s not done with the game. 

He kisses the tip of your nose, and you know he now is the gentle lover who’s overly eager to please. “Then since you behaved I’m giving you two bonuses. First, you get a hint. And then I want to see you come, love.”

You lick your lips and he stares at the movement with a slow nod, chasing the pink of your tongue with his hungry eyes. “I wanted to see you come,” you counter, mimicking his tone, with a hint of patronising.

“Let’s consider that a lesson,” comes his composed reply. 

You stare at the ceiling, thinking. “What if I don’t want you to watch me come, since you denied me?”

Namjoon’s face is blank for two seconds before he lights up. “Then I guess I can fuck you with my tongue and see how long you resist not coming.”

A shiver runs down your spine. “I guess you can.”

Namjoon’s smirk is cruel and almost manic as he asks, “Colour?”

You shake your head with disbelief and excitement, and you know your smile is the mirror of his as you reply, “Green. Get me on that desk.”

He’s so fast it almost makes your head spin. You’re bent over, and your leggings are so tight and he loves watching the curve of your ass in them. He loves that he can trace your folds with his nose and he can feel the moisture. He bites the curve of your ass and he feels the muscle squeeze as you hiccup at the sudden aggression. 

“Shut up, you love it,” he scolds you, with mild mocking. And then both your leggings and your panties are on the floor and dammit, his tongue is inside you. 

“You still owe me a hint,” you manage to utter, cheek flush against the desk, wrists pinned to your back by one of his hands.

“Call me teacher, Vixen.” He purrs, and you almost miss it. He sometimes launches the two of you in impromptu roleplay. But… 

The suit.

How could you not get it? How did you not?

He’d seen you fawning over him the other day as you rewatched the Dionysus performance. One hundred percent certain. 

Maybe he thought you were fantasising about one of his mates? Is he jealous?

Is that even the point? You’re getting tonguefucked, you’re in heaven, he’s got a point to prove, which makes him driven, and a driven Namjoon fucks like a god, like he has a purpose, like a man on a mission. So why apologise about something you just realised you might have potentially messed up — and you’re not even sure about the details — when you can enjoy a very determined Namjoon?

No, you won’t deprive yourself of that. There’s already too much a girl has to say no to. 

It’s decided, you’ll play naive and get fucked till you can’t even form sentences anymore, and once he’s spent, you can say sorry about whatever it is and give him some peace of mind. 

“Please, teacher, I did nothing wrong! I’ve been your best student!” You whine, pressing your folds against his mouth, grinding against his face, and the middle finger landing on your clit has your vision going blurry. It feels like your entire body is spinning so fast, and the angle bares your clitoris, no longer protected by the hood that usually numbs the stimulation a little. 

Your knees buckle and he stops. It’s like he entirely detached himself from you. You can’t feel him and it makes you panic a little. You turn to look at him, but he growls minaciously, “Don’t you dare move.”

So you stay still, especially since this first taste of edging is already too bitter on your tongue. 

“I’m admiring how sloppy you are.” His tone is full of himself. “You’re dripping. You’re oozing precum. It’s liquid and glossy and thick.” He stands and slaps your ass, which makes you gasp. The burn is delicious. “Lovely. I adore seeing your pussy clench when I surprise you with a spank.” He widens your stance, exposing you even further, and taps some slight slaps to your folds. “So, any clue what you did wrong, Vixen? Want to apologise to your professor?”

You’re now sure about your decision not to confess. “Not for anything that I know of.” You almost want to grin in victory.

He hums in acknowledgement. And then a spank comes across your bottom. “Such a naughty student. So smart, and yet I think you deliberately act dumb so you get some extra time with me.” He bites your ass again, and this time he stays there, sucking a bruise onto your skin. “Do you do this with other teachers too?” This time his hand moves against your soaked, slippery, warm folds. And then he enters you — only with his digit, sadly.

It causes a strangled moan to leave your throat. 

“One would think you’re doing it for your grades, but I’ve seen your tests. They’re perfect without any need for… Incentives.” He adds another finger and you push back, trying to get him knuckle-deep inside you. “Do other teachers get to come in this warm, perfect cunt?” He bends over, and his voice is suddenly so intimate, so close to your ear. “Or do I get special treatment?”

“Just you,” you squeak, your lungs incapable of emitting enough air for proper words.

“Just me, you say…” He wants inside. More than anything. He’s ready to go again and damn him, he just wants to watch his cum slide down all the way to your ankle. Keep you bent over and still until the liquid is tickling you and you’re squirming. “Then you won’t mind me marking you up, so I’m sure that other people will know you’re already owned, mh?”

“Mess me up, please,” you beg, a tad pathetic and so, so needy. 

He lowers himself again, using his thumb on your clit, torturing your entrance with his tongue, which is so slick and fleeting and wet, and there’s so little friction, and you need it so much. You try to find purchase on the desk, but you claw at nothing as you get closer and closer to the edge. 

And then he stops. And sucks another mark at the curve of your ass. 

“Oh, goodness, fuck!” You scream with frustration. 

“I’m messing you up, Vixen. Unless you apologise for what you did, then I’ll fuck you proper.” He keeps insisting and maybe he knows you have some idea of what you did and keeps going still. Maybe he wants to break you?

“I can apologise, professor, but you would need to accept me not knowing what I’m asking forgiveness for.” 

“Or maybe you’re just a starved little slut who’s so needy that she’s happy with whatever reason to get manhandled.”

That made you frown a little too much. “Colour’s yellow.”

Namjoon takes a couple heartbeats to realise what he did, and then he’s pulling you up, turning you around. He cups your face and you can read the fear in his eyes. “I’m sorry, babylove. I didn’t mean that.” He holds you to his body, tucking your head beneath his chin. 

“I’m alright,” you reassure him, hugging him, knowing just how terrified he must be. You do use your yellows every now and then, but it’s rather rare, so it wouldn’t surprise you for him to get scared. You tip your chin against his sternum and stare up at him. “Can you fuck me good enough to get the apology out of me?”

His jaw flexes, and you can see him swallow. “Be honest with me, fox, you do know what you did wrong, didn’t you?”

“I guess I know now… The hint was pretty obvious. I didn’t know it at first. And I’m still not sure about the specifics, but I do know what this is about, circa,” you admit, vague and honest at the same time. 

He chuckles. “Well, then…” 

You reach to your tiptoes, trying to get a kiss, trying to bask in the taste of you forever marking his lips, his tongue. Mine, mine, mine, the beastly, possessive part of you seems to chant. 

He gives you a peck and you let your disappointment show as he pulls away. The hands on your waist help your sweater up, exposing your undershirt and some skin of your torso. Meanwhile you kick off your panties and leggings, which were still scrunched around your calves and ankles.  

“You cold, babylove?” He asks apprehensively.

You shake your head and shiver at the same time. “I’m just excited.”

“About me messing you up?” He asks, and he’s excited too, eager and impatient more than the first time. He’s never had sex that got better and better with time, and this, with you? A revelation. He can’t help growing more and more in love with you. 

“About you fucking me like a man possessed. You get determined and strong and so, so sexy. Your ambition is like an aphrodisiac,” you admit with a fond smile that feels just a bit silly and humiliating. You never thought you would come to admit that such a small thing has such a high power over your libido.

He grins and leans back, “You wanted that?”

You nod, suddenly very serious. 

“You’re so incredibly easy to please, babylove.” He licks his lips and you follow the movements for the millionth time, drawn to him as if each part of your body and his had created a magnetic field by rubbing against each other over and over again. You sit on the desk and he’s undoing his belt and the sight of his hands… Have mercy. 

He doesn’t waste time, just slides his slacks and boxers down, not even to his knees, but to his mid-thigh, and he’s grabbing himself, tugging a little, and he has that evil smile, and those dragon eyes, and he’s the god of lust and you want to kneel and worship, but you also want to sit still and enjoy the ride you’re about to be blessed with. 

“Lay back. Hand to yourself, naughty thing.” The order is barked out and it makes you want to offer yourself even more selflessly. 

Once he enters you, there’s only him, his heat, his girth and the sight of him above you. 

“Anything you want to tell me?” He growls.

You tut, shaking your head coquettishly. “I want to apologise…” you let him hope for a second, and then continue, “for being so inexperienced about sex, professor.”

You lower your lashes innocently, stealing a glance at the dark, short hair at his pelvis, at his flesh melting in yours. “I might be a hungry slut indeed. After all, after our first time, I’ve been thinking about this all the time. I don’t want it from anybody else.” You let your expression play the harmless, dependent girl who truly can’t live without her man making love to her — and a part of you really empathises with that. Maybe a part of you has truly become dependent on Namjoon’s way of loving you down. Maybe you really need him taking care of you to stay focused, to function as an adult human being. “I feel complete only when you’re inside me,” and though you know you’re perfectly complete by yourself, that you would survive without him, you love to indulge him with being exceptionally needy.

Namjoon gives a luscious thrust, slow and rolling and it makes you feel so full. 

“Girls my age say boys are lazy, and clumsy, yet they fuck all the time even if it’s lame. Some say they like it—” The words choke in your throat as he touches a deliciously sensitive nook of your inner walls. “But I know they’ve never known the pleasure you give me.”

Namjoon leans down, and you look at your hands, at his neck. You think about wrapping your arms behind his shoulders, to get closer. 

He leans further down, and it feels like a permission. 

You know he’s struggling, so you ease the squeezing of your insides and he seems to find an easy breath. 

“If anyone had pleasure like this, I don’t think they would want to do anything but this. I don’t ever want to do anything but this. But your mouth on my cunt, your fingers teasing me…” And this sentence is indeed true. You don’t want sex with anybody else, and sometimes you do wonder if you could just shrug off your responsibilities and turn into his pretty toy. You spend half a second wondering how many weeks it would take for you to get bored of doing nothing but fucking him and being taken care of in return.

“Touch yourself,” he grunts, sliding a hand beneath you, where your back arches in pleasure as he hits the perfect spot with the new angle. 

He watches your finger reach down, watches where he moves inside you, and he feels your insides flutter at his focused gaze. 

“Come on, Vixen, Come,” he urges you. 

You hold your breath, control your kegels for three, maybe five seconds, and then, with your fingers filling your mouth, you explode. 

You’re not coherent for almost a minute, and he keeps going, he keeps pushing you. 

You place your hand around his throat, a possessive hold with no grip, to avoid hurting him. You’re just claiming him, claiming the power to hurt him but not doing that. His eyes are glossy and dark and his glasses are in the way, but that allows him to focus his eyes on you, and that’s enough. 

He’d dishevelled, uncivilised, and you’re not even sure he can comprehend his mother tongue. And yet, you speak, “Sorry, for thirsting over you in that Dionysus video I was watching the other day. Sorry for hiding away as I… relieved myself.” 

He nods and kisses you, but the hand around his throat doesn’t allow him anything more than a peck. 

“Now you’re getting off me, you’re going to lay on the carpet and I’m gonna ride you until we both come,” you say, assertive and in command. 

Namjoon goes still inside you, feeling blessed that he survived your high — and that’s probably thanks to his earlier solo session. 

“You think you’re in command?” He asks, eyebrows raised, a mocking expression on his face. 

You give a quick, harmless squeeze to his jugular. “I know I’m in command. The point is, do you know it?”

He exits you, removes his jacket, then his vest. 

You watch him like a hawk as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, leaving it on and open. The soft curve of his tummy turns you on all over again and you reach with your fingers between your thighs.  

He’s so attractive, solid, masculine… He’s powerful the way a gladiator had to be. He removes his slacks next. “Don’t want you dripping all over those,” he says, eyebrow arched in cockiness. You have to swallow as he steps closer, sexy and powerful and confident. You watch him wrap his hand around his sex, red and swollen and pulsing. You watch his lashes as his eyes lower, as he stares at the tip of his dick trace the shape of your folds. He manoeuvres himself slowly, his tongue wetting his lower lip before his jaw unlocks and his mouth hangs open, head tipping back as he enters you with a groan, your mouth still agape at the erotic vision of him. You nod and stare at his pulse echoing at his jugular.

“Lift it up, love,” he purrs, his hands grabbing your ass as he leans over, your arms clasped behind his shoulders. 

He’s effortless as he lowers himself and you to the floor, kneeling first, then with your back to the lovely, plush carpet you chose together. 

And then he yields his power, rolling so that his back is on the floor. 

He moves his hands to your ass, caressing the curve of it, then climbing up your hips, to your waist, tracing you the way he would test the shape of a rounded vase, and the narrow neck of it. You help yourself to the luxuriant fullness of having him inside you, to the lush feel of his girth moving inside you. 

He smiles lazily at the wondrous first grind, then moves his hands to your hips, his palms so wide as he grips your hip bones and starts leading your movement. “Fuck yourself on me, love,” he whispers, his chest so alive and full and plush and you can’t wait but to collapse on it, to feel his heart still beating wild as he’s just come inside you, as you lay spent on top of him. “Ride me, babyfox.”

From the grin you give him, he knows you must be related to the devil itself.

“Let me show you what a clever little fox can do,” you speak with a cunning, lustful expression.

His eyes spark up. “God bless Kinky Professor Roleplay,” he speaks in awe. 

“Long live,” you agree. And then you get to work. 

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Take My Picture~ Namjoon 2

Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 1k

Includes- sex, riding, multiple orgasms

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J POV

I'm gonna kill him

He moves across the stage, rapping and having fun

And he's so fucking hot

His shirt clinging to him with sweat

His hair drenched

The camera is so close to his face, I can see droplets running down his neck and face

His gorgeous smile

My baby is the sexiest man alive

And he's turning me on, panties drenched and clinging to my pussy

It's not fair

I'm always horny during concerts because he looks so good with sweat all over him

I hate having to wait until we get home to fuck him

But I will and when we get home, he's gonna pay for making me suffer like this

🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨

Namjoon POV

Stepping off the stage, I walk to the back while some of the guys do their solos

I have a little bit of time to spend with my baby now

I spot her and as I walk towards her, I see her legs clenching together

She's horny and that fact just turned me on

Getting to her, I take her hand and drag her away with me, going further backstage to the dressing room and into the first room that's empty

As soon as the door closes, my lips are on hers

Her arms go around my neck while she kisses me back

Her hands move lower and she drops my pants and boxers down

"You're so fucking hot Joonie"

I smirk, "Yeah baby? I'm all sweaty though"

She scoffs, "You know I don't care about that. You know I think it's hot"

I know she does

It's crazy but she really doesn't care if I'm sweaty

I pull her with me to the chair in the room and sit down with her standing in front of me and I reach up her skirt

Thank God she listened to me and wore one

"No more panties when we're at a concert", I growl, pulling and snapping the strings, ripping them off, "I want you bare and ready all the time"

She bites her lip and nods

Her lip biting fucking kills me

Everytime

I love it

"Get on my cock and ride me fucking hard", I order

She immediately climbs on me and takes me inside her, sliding down my length until she's sitting on my legs

"Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good", I moan, "So goddamn tight"

"Mm baby, you're so big. Love having your cock stretch me open"

I know she loves it

She's on my dick all the time

She starts moving slowly, up and down, pleasure filling my body

She starts squeezing my cock with her pussy, making herself tighter and holy shit the pleasure becomes so intense

She knows I love when she does that

"Like it baby?", she whispers in my ear, "You like the way I fuck you?"

"Yyyy....yes...oh god yes", I moan

Sex with her is the best I ever had

She knows what to do to my body to get me off

And she always gives me what I want

I glance up at her, her eyes closed as she moves harder on me and she's fucking biting her lower lip again

I pull her to me and kiss her, my tongue against hers

I love the feeling I get when I kiss her, like everything in me comes alive, like she was meant for me

Because she was meant for me and I was meant for her

She kisses me back, bouncing harder

When she comes back down, I thrust up and hit her exactly where I want to, right into her spot

"Fuck", she cries, her hands burying in the back of my hair and pulling tightly

I love that spot inside her that causes intense pleasure

I know where it is and I always give it to her hard right there

The orgasms she get from there are so fucking powerful and I love to watch her

Love to feel them

I slam there again and once more, then she cums hard, screaming my name

"Namjoon, Namjoon!"

I love hearing her scream my name

God she feels so good, her body shivering and holding on me so tightly as pure pleasure runs through my body

"Again baby girl. Give it to me again", I whisper, slamming into her again, over and over

"Yes Joonie, God Namjoon!"

She explodes again in seconds, her pussy creaming my cock so much

I know I'm running out of time but I want more

"One more baby", I demand, moving her along my cock as I bury deep inside her

I thrust up as hard as I can and her body slams into mine when her back arches and she cums so fucking intensely

"Namjoon", she screams at the top of her lungs.

It feels incredible and I cum so goddamn hard, screaming her name

"Joanne baby girl, Joanne, fuck!!!"

"Joonie", she sighs softly, taking all my cum deep inside her

I pull her to me in a kiss as I finish, arms around each other

All too soon we have to pull away

I do have a concert to finish

I'll kiss her everywhere later when we get home

We get dressed quickly, then she takes my hand pulling me out of the room

"Hurry Joonie", she says, "You gotta change then go on"

I just smile at her worry

They can't go on without me so they have to wait

We weren't long anyway

Right before we get backstage, I stop her and spin her to me

"I love you"

"I love you too Joonie", she smiles

I kiss her soft lips, so grateful I have her

The kiss ends and we continue walking, where I'm immediately pulled into wardrobe

I glance back at her and she smiles giving me a thumbs up

After getting dressed, I go back on stage, exited for the night I have planned for my baby

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Wrong Right One [JJK]

"I say we kill her," He presses the gun harder against your skin , making you whine in pain. Your tears start to fall involuntarily as you shake in fear but, your eyes showed little to no fear. In fact, you had no will to even try to fight back, or beg for mercy.

Because did they know, you had no reasons to stay alive until one of the members of the most claimed mafia group accidentally kidnapped you, giving you a second chance to live.

• mafia!Jungkook x reader

• Angst, fluff, smut

Warning: This story contains strong language, sensible topics and mature content. Please read at your own discretion.

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A/n: surprise!! I began this story a while ago but wanted to have a few chapters ready before posting it! So far I’ve only posted two but I intend to advance it throughout the month as much as I can! Hope you guys enjoy it !

I will be posting it on tumblr but only as long chapters (chapters 1-5 on wattpad = one chapter here) so if you prefer to read them faster I recommend you read it on wattpad!)

Happy readings, Ceci x

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My enemy | 09

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Synopsis: Namjoon being your biggest rival and the person you hate the most. But after some time you came to the realization that do you really hate him or is it an act?

Warning: Strong Language, mature content

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, College Au, enemies to lovers

Word count: 4,1k

Other parts: 01| 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09

“Can we talk?” you nervously played with your fingers, not sugar coating the whole reason to why you called him. For the past two weeks you had time to think about everything, about what you wanted and didn’t want.

It took a lot of courage for you to admit you were in the wrong, that Namjoon wasn’t completely to blame and even though you hated to admit it, you also were at fault. For letting those little moments slide when you shouldn’t have. When making decisions just for the other person to be affected by them. And now you are facing a wall, ready to come out of that room you've been in, that room you've been stuck in because you were too afraid to come out.

“Sure, where would you want to meet?” he softly asked, making you feel a bit creeped out by the sudden soft tone. Mostly for the fact that you both have talked so harshly towards each other this past time, and have expressed so much hate towards each other. That now his soft tone feels empty to you.

When you and Namjoon were in a relationship, things were sweet, maybe not all the time but there were many good things about it. Things that had you happy and joyful, and now those memories from before don’t seem real.

Now whenever he shows his soft side again, you can’t help but feel weird, awkward even. You’re used to all of that hatred he has shown you, that now the kindness seems weird. And it shouldn’t be. Because in the end, you both were once a couple. A normal couple.

“Um well” you said, taking a deep breath as you tried to keep yourself calm. You weren’t sure if a coffee shop would do the thing mostly because this talk isn’t quite friendly, but the idea of having him in your apartment wasn’t quite pleasant either. But for this sake. “In my apartment”

“Yeah that’s fine, i’ll be there in 5 minutes”

Nodding, you had your final goodbyes, before you ended the call and started to get everything ready. You weren’t here to impress him or anything, you just wanted your apartment to look decent. Yeah it was already cleaned, you started cleaning it hours before you decided to call him, but giving it a few more cleans doesn’t hurt anyone.

While you continued to check if everything was clean, and if things were in order, you heard a few soft knocks coming from your door. Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the door, feeling a bit hesitant at first, but you still opened it. You had to anyway.

Slowly, you peeked through the door, just to find Namjoon standing there not smiling or anything, just his new awkward persona.

Opening the door wider, you got to take a closer look at him. He still looked as handsome as you remembered him. It was his usual outfit, the gray oversized sweaters, with his nice gray sweatpants, and with his hoodie up that covered his silky black hair. You always loved how he managed to look good with everything he wore.

And you wouldn’t have paid much attention to his outfit, if the sweater he was wearing wasn’t the one you always told him to wear, since you really liked it. And no matter the weather, he always wore it because he loved to hear your compliments. The way you would take pictures of him and he would feel so shy about it. He remembers it all, it will be one of his favorite memories.

“Hello” you said, no smile, just a simple word. You weren’t sure if smiling on this occasion was right, mostly because you both haven’t been on the best talking terms. “Hello” he quickly replied, giving you a small smile, that if you wouldn’t have looked at him straight in his eyes, you would’ve missed it.

For a few seconds there was a bit of silence, of uncomfortableness as you both stared at each other, until you realized what the purpose of him being there was. Moving out of the way, you extended your hand out, almost like telling him to come in. He quickly got your sign and headed slowly inside. Carefully looking around once he did.

The apartment looked like the last time he came in, like the last time he ever saw it before he walked out of the door he just came through. Nothing much changed, just a few new decorations you bought, and some new frames in the wall, but other than that everything looked just as he remembered. Like those times you invited him over.

All of those times, you both spended time here. Watching movies in the couch while eating popcorn that somehow it turned out with you both having sex in the room. All of those times he would stay over and you both would cuddle or have sex.

Sex was something he always enjoyed whenever it came to do it with you, he enjoyed every moment of it. And for him looking back to those times makes him feel sad, guilty even. Guilt always creeped up to him whenever he remembered those beautiful memories. When he remembered you.

And now here he was.

“Come, sit on the couch” you quietly said, walking towards the couch as he followed behind you silently. Softly he sat down, as you did the same right beside him, still keeping your distance between the two. Something he immediately noticed.

“Do you want anything to drink? Some water, coffee?” you offered, watching him shaking his head, denying the nice offer. There was a silence that followed right after, this awkward silence you weren’t familiar with. It didn’t feel like you were talking with Namjoon, your ex boyfriend. It felt as if you were talking with a stranger.

The idea of comparing Namjoon with a complete stranger sounds rash, but it was reality. You were starting to see Namjoon as a stranger, as a person you didn’t quite know. It may seem sad or even depressing, but it was the reality of two people who broke up after all of that love they supposedly had for each other.

And just like that you felt nervous.

“I don’t want to sugar coat this at all” you started it off, watching the way he quickly averted his eyes towards you, something that made you even more nervous then you already were.

“Listen” you started it off, fully averting your attention towards him. “My decisions were wrong, i admit it” you started it off smoothly, making him know what you were going to say.

“But I did them because you hurt me. You broke my heart so much that it made me make decisions I would've not thought about taking” you softly said, watching the way guilt started to eat him whole. And as much as you want him to feel guilty for his actions, you know half of it was your fault.

For playing his game.

“I don’t want to blame you for all of it, because I had my fair share in it as well” you confessed, watching the way his eyes widened at you. The way his eyes looked so lost and so sad. It was even making you want to pull him into a hug, but you weren’t. Not yet.

“Namjoon” you paused, sighing at yourself. “I still love you, i always did” you admitted, slouching your shoulders as you felt so much weight being thrown off your shoulders. At last, you finally told him the truth, the sad truth.

“And your actions hurt me, but it never made me stop loving you” you looked up at him, watching the way he shyly smiled at you as his eyes turned glossier than yours. You were feeling like crying and he was just the same.

“I don’t want to let you go” you confessed as your voice softly cracked. Quickly, he shook his head, grabbing both of your hands.

“We don’t have to” he said, letting a tear fall from his eyes. And it didn’t take you long for you to let your tears out. It was hard to finally face him and it was much harder to confess your still feelings for him.

“We have to though” you said, taking your hands away from his, as he didn’t move them at all. As much as you wanted to go back to Namjoon and be the happy couple you both once were, you can’t. Not after all that has happened.

“Now for the part i called you here” you wiped away your tears, taking a slow deep breath. A breath you really needed.

“I want us to take a break. To think of ourselves, to focus on your own things”

“What are you trying to say?” he quickly asked, already knowing what those words meant. He was aware of them, but he was in denial.

“What i’m trying to say is that, we need to be away from each other” you smiled at him, now taking his hands with yours. Softly caressing the back of his hand with your thumb.

“We are beginning to be very toxic towards each other. And I don't want it to be like that. I love you but because i love you i have to let you go”

Things between you and Namjoon weren’t going well, even when you both were dating. There were misunderstandings, untrustworthiness, no honesty, and above all of that, no proper communication.

The relationship went to hell because you both decided it too. You both lacked a special element when it came to dating and you both had to pay the price for it. Which is why you took the decision of taking a break.

You weren’t sure for how long that break would be, but you wanted to see him when you were ready. When your heart wouldn’t hurt whenever you saw him, when you would smile instead of feeling hurt. You want time, space, and most importantly, to be away from him. Not because you don’t love him. But because that love is dangerous.

“But we can fix that, we can change”

“And even if we do, we will still make the same mistakes. We will still mess up on that and i don’t want to”

Sighing, you took your hands away from his, feeling like tearing up already at the sudden feeling of hurtness. You called him to make things better between the two of you and you know this is the right decision. That this is for the best, whether you both liked it or not.

Smiling, you looked over to him while he looked at you with hurtful eyes. Eyes of despair and sadness, and although they were hurting you it was the best decision you have taken in a while.

“So this is it?” he asked, biting softly to his lower lip as you silently nodded. That was it, maybe not the end but a new beginning. The one you thought you would never reach.

“I’m sorry” you spoke up, looking at your palms as his eyes stayed on you. “Don’t be” he quickly responded, to which you didn’t look up to. Not really wanting to cry now, you’ve been strong for this whole time and you won’t cry now.

“You did what was best not just for you, but for both of us” he silently said, that last part sounding more of a whisper than he intended it to. You’re happy that he understands that he isn’t lashing at you, asking for a second chance.

It makes me feel hope, hope that he’s changing.

“I’ll always be here for you like i always said” he softly added, making you slowly look up at him. Remember how many times he mentioned those words to you, the amount of times that made you feel safe around his arms. And for once, you smiled.

A genuine smile.

“I wish you and us the best, and whatever happens in the future then let it be” you said, something he now smiled too, nodding along to your sentence.

And after a long time, you were both okay. You were both on good terms now, and even though it may have not ended the way you both intended it too, you are happy. Because you know that things will change, and for the better this time.

Until the future says otherwise.

________

“So just like that?” Hoseok said, wide eyes softly staring at you as you nodded along in silence.

After Namjoon left and Hoseok decided to show up to your apartment because you invited him over, you told him everything. The whole new decision you decided to take, the new risk that woke new emotions inside of you. But overall the happiness you felt for that weight being thrown off your shoulders.

“Wow, i didn’t expect that” he confessed, finding it very surprising the news you just told him. You always mentioned to him how much you loved and cared for Namjoon, how you wouldn’t leave him no matter what. And now hearing this is surprising.

“Yeah, me neither” you chuckled, rubbing your hands on your face. “But it had to be done” you added, sighing to yourself as you rested your head on the couch. Softly, you felt his arms wrapping you closer to him, which you didn’t hesitate to accept.

Hoseok always gave you this amount of comfort whenever you felt sad, so whenever you didn't feel well he was the first person you would call, the first one that would come to mind for you to text. You’re grateful for having him in your life.

Thankful even.

“Well i’m sorry to hear that” he softly whispered, resting his chin on the top of your head as your head was in his chest. You know he did, you knew he felt bad, he felt guilty, sorry even. But it wasn’t his fault, actually thanks to him now you are feeling much better.

You and Namjoon always had that type of toxic relationship, even before Hoseok came. Those types of arguments and jealousy moments were there before, you just didn’t take them too seriously since you loved him. You loved Namjoon dearly and no matter how many times you both fought, at the end of the day all you felt for him was love.

And that was your toxic trait.

Hoseok being here showed you that there was more to life than loving someone that will hurt you for having friends. For having other people to talk to besides him. And figuring that out was a whole step ahead. It may have taken you a long time, but you got there.

You're glad that you’re now making decisions for yourself. Decisions that you want, because you know they are the best thing to do. And even if they hurt, they are the right thing.

“So, coffee?” he asked, as you couldn’t help but chuckled. There’s always time for coffee in situations like this and either way, you can never say no to such a thing.

“I would love to” you smiled, as he held you tighter in his arms.

________

A few light knocks were softly heard on the door, making you look towards the door. “Come in” you loudly said, going back to the stack of papers that were on your desk.

The door swung open, as footsteps approached you closer and closer. “For you madam” a familiar voice caught your attention. Looking up at the voice, you spot Hoseok flashing a gentle smile at you while he extended his hand with a black folder on it.

Confused, you stared at it for a bit, but then rolled your eyes with a chuckle. More work being added to work. “This is from?”

“The boss” he playfully said, making you laugh. Opening the folder, you start scanning the document, it was a typical document you had to sign and hand back in to your boss, nothing new. Nodding, you walked over to your cabinet, as your heels echoed through the whole room, sitting on your chair, you opened the drawer and took a pen out.

With a sigh, you rescanned the paper carefully once again, and with that you signed it off, standing up from your chair, you walked over to Hoseok. Handing him back the folder with a smile.

With a soft ‘thank you’ from Hoseok, he walked out. And once the door slammed shut, you went back to your original work.

It’s been a couple of years since your College years ended. It’s been approximately 5 years ever since. You finished off your last two years of college, and then moved on to doing what you loved doing the most, photography.

Before you graduated from College you applied to many photography agencies, many that you didn’t get lucky enough to get into. You continued to apply but it felt as if that dream job of yours wasn’t going to become true in the end. But once you got accepted into the PT agency, everything felt much better.

You started working as a photographer for a company that adored you for your work. They all congratulated you every time a photoshoot would end. You started from a low position, to now having your proper office and being payed well enough.

After a year of fully being in the company, Hoseok joined the agency. He was also into photography and sketching of designs, something that this agency offered a job to. You were happy to know that you would be working with your best friend. With the person you trusted the most.

All those hard times back then had nothing to do with the now, with the person you are now. It makes you feel proud of yourself for the person you have become and how far you have come. It still feels unbelievable.

And now you have officially worked for three years in that agency and you couldn’t be happier about it.

As you continued to finish off the last photoshoot’s pictures and Hoseok’s sketching designs, you put everything on the folder, making you sigh in relief. It was taking you all week to put everything together for this month's catalog.

In your head, everything had to be perfect. It all had to go according to what you had planned and wanted. Although some things did change, you didn’t make the changes too drastic though, just a few changes here and there.

Once everything was set and ready to hand in, you stood up from your seat, stretching your arms in the process. You’ve been too caught up with work that you forgot about your own needs. All you were craving for was coffee.

With how busy you have been, coffee has been one of the least things you have been thinking about and if it wasn’t for Hoseok who would kindly bring coffee to you without you telling him to do so then you’re sure you wouldn’t have drank coffee at all.

Slowly you walked out of the office, closing the door behind you as you headed towards the coffee machine. And it just happened that Hoseok was there, smiling and talking to one of his female coworkers. And if the girl wasn’t smiling like crazy you wouldn’t have assumed he was doing his usual behavior.

Flirting.

Hoseok has gotten into the habit of flirting with every female worker that was in the company, you being included in them. And although you know it was just him teasing, you still found it funny.

“You and me, what do you say?” you heard him say, as you chuckled, turning on the coffee machine. This was going to be very interesting, starting with the fact that you knew what he was talking about.

“I mean, definitely” the girl silently said, not wanting for you to hear, but it was too late for that. Trying to contain your laugh, you looked over for the cups for the coffee. With a few more words and Hoseok saying his address, you knew his dick appointment was set.

“My skills are getting better” he said, softly patting your shoulder as you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Turning around, you are met with Hoseok’s smile, knowing that he was ready to laugh with you.

“They sure are, what’s this your 6th dick appointment this week?” you asked, crossing your arms as he finally laughed. He probably had more appointments than that though.

“Not even, it’s my 2th one actually.” he corrected you, leaning his arm on the counter. You would assume that for the way he flirts around he would’ve sex often, but it looks like you were wrong. Not that you will ever judge him if he has, and he knows that.

“How so?” you asked, pouring the hot water into the cup as you looked for the coffee. “I cancel the other ones” he said, shrugging it off as he watched you look for the coffee, to which he ended up pointing you to where it was.

“I wasn’t feeling it– do you want me to help you?” he asked, changing the topic as you mixed the coffee into the cup. Shaking your head, you smiled at him. “No” you said, and as you were about to take a sip from it you heard your name being called.

“Y/N”

“Here” you shouted, putting the cup down as a worker rushed over to you, trying to catch his breath as well. He probably looked around for you since you weren’t in your office at all.

“The boss is looking for you” he said in between his breath, chuckling, you thanked him for the news as he nodded and softly walked away from you and Hoseok.

“Probably about the project” you said, sighing as you turned to Hoseok. “I’ll see you around” was all you said, before taking your cup of coffee and rushing towards your office, as you walked in you placed the coffee on the desk and grabbed the folder as quickly as possible.

And with that you walked towards his office, which wasn’t far from yours. Giving the door a few light knocks, you heard a ‘come in’ making you open the door softly, just to be met with your boss, occupied on his desk, his computer covering his face.

“Y/n, take a seat” his voice followed with your movements. With a silent nod, you walked towards the chair, the sound of his keyboard becoming louder as you got closer. Once you took a seat, the typing stopped, as he turned fully towards you with a smile. With that beautiful smile he had.

“Here’s the full photoshoot and designs for the catalog, everything is already done we just need your approval sir” you extended the folder towards him as he softly took it, and before he could look at it, he looked at you.

“I made myself clear with the formalities, didn't i?” he chuckled, as you nodded slowly. “Just Jimin, call me Jimin, no sir or Mr. Park” he added, as you followed along, chuckling in the process, once he got that out of the way, he opened the folder, scanning carefully through everything.

There was something about formalities that wasn’t much your thing, but whenever it came to people like him you would keep it. And even though he may say you don’t need to go by those formalities, you still feel awkward. Mostly when he’s a very handsome person and talking to him with his actual name makes you feel shy.

“I’m in love with each piece of your work” he said, continuing to look through the papers as you couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m amazed with Hoseok’s design as well” he added, something you quickly nodded to. Hoseok had amazing skills when it came to designs. When it comes to designing articles, the background of things, or the format and theme. Everything about his style was so fitting with your style of photographing.

“Of course I'll approve of it” he said, looking up at you with a smile. “This month's catalog will be amazing” he continued to smile at you as you smiled back at him.

He always showers you with compliments, something about his words and honesty makes you very happy. It brings this new joy into your heart.

“Oh actually” he said, looking over to his computer as he opened something, the sound of the mouse clicking several times. “No pressure at all, but there’s a new project offer” he said, typing quickly on his keyboard until he found what he was looking for.

“This is a much bigger project than I expected, it will include models from different countries, both females and males and it will include a world wide design.” he said, motioning for you to come over as you did so. Leaning closer towards him, you took a closer look at his monitor.

“This project has to do with a new clothing line, these outfits will be displayed on the runway after this photoshoot is complete.” he added, showing to you the images of the clothing, to which you loved each and one of the designs. And some information about the models, about where they are from, their age, basic information.

“We have about a month for this to be exact” he said, scrolling through the various pieces of information being displayed in front of you. Nodding, you focused on each and every single one of the outfits trying to imagine ways for this photoshoot to go.

Being a photographer isn’t as easy as everyone makes it seem, there’s many responsibilities that go with it. For example, taking good quality photos, having the right angles, making sure what’s being promoted stands out well enough, having to take many retakes, having to take more than one hundred pictures in just two to one models.

It’s not the easiest job, and the stress that comes with it can be very suffocating at times, however you love what you do. All the hard work and mindset goes to everything you have put out in this company. Disappointment isn’t part of your vocabulary anymore, you succeed not fail.

“Excuse me sir” the secretary rushed in as you and Jimin both looked up at the same time, Jimin's face getting a little too close to yours. Once he noticed the lack of space between you and him, the lack of space between your face and his, he softly backed away with a small smile on his face, as you stood up behind his chair.

“Amy, is something wrong?” Jimin asked, feeling the concern of her tone, something you also noticed when she walked in. Playing with her fingers, she hesitated to say what was so daring to come up, it felt as if she was scared.

And before she could even voice out her thoughts, the door swung wide open, revealing a tall figure behind the secretary. Jimin quickly stood up from his seat, as he looked over to who the person was.

“Who are you?” Jimin firmly said, his voice sounding very bitter. You understood where the tone was coming from, it’s very disrespectful when someone just comes and barges into your office as if it was theirs.

The tall figure stepped away from the secretary, softly apologizing to her in the process for the way he came in. As the person continued to walk forward, you couldn’t help but feel your heart dropping to the floor.

There was no way, no actual way you were seeing him in person. Something in you was expecting it at some point. You knew there wouldn’t be a way to avoid him forever, but you didn’t expect to see him now.

“I’m Kim Namjoon, the leader of the project you will be working for”

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[memphisfaith]

Chapter 15: Dionysus

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fantasy Au

Warnings: Racial slurs, discrimination, torcher, death, murder, mentions of enslavement, kidnapping, mentions of suicide, attempted suicide.

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: There have always been tales of creatures in the world, all described in different ways. Some labeled as ruthless, others heroic, or even powerful. The world is filled with magic of all types and monsters of every kind. But there are whispers of family so great they could rival the heavens if tempted. A Legacy grown from love, heartache, and magic.

The Witch sat with her sons in the garden much like they always do, Jimin off to the side doing his best to master flight but has only managed to flutter a little bit off the ground. Jungkook sat beside her snapping his fingers attempting to practice the trick his mother taught him.

“Are you sure you enchanted the object?” The Witch questions, The Boy beside her nods determinedly. “Then the best best advice I can give you is picture yourself using it when you snap your fingers. Focus on it, sense it, feel it.” She instructs softly.

The Boy beside her nods his head and closes his eyes. He sat like that for a moment, until slowly he snapped his fingers. The Witch grins as a cloud of blue smoke swirls in his hand before quickly dispersing, in its place sat The Boy's stuffed wolf.

“Very good my littlest wolf,” She smiles as The Boy’s eyes slowly open. He grins ear to ear upon seeing the object in his head. “With enough practice you’ll be able to change clothes with the snap of your fingers,” She chirps. Jungkook shrugs at the thought, “Or summon and change weapons mid battle should you please,” The Witch sighs. This thought causes a giddiness to perk up in The Boy.

“MAMA!” the loud cry of Jimin calls, The Witch snaps her head in his direction. A large smile forms on her lips as Jimin, a bit wobbly, floats in the air. His wings flutter rapidly to keep him in the air but they look beautiful as the sheer white of them has slight rainbow patches from the sun filtering through.

“Look at You!” A voice gasps, turning The Witch turns to see the blue haired Warlock. “Come to take them so soon?” she sighs, “I apologize my dear, but it is my turn to teach.” He chuckles. The Witch sighs out playfully, “I suppose you can take them,” she muses with a hand wave.

“I’ll see you boys soon, I hope to see your father has actually taught you something other than to be clumsy.” She smirks, pink dusts all three of The Boys cheeks. A rather bad habit the children picked up from their father is being rather clumsy, Jimin seems to trip over nothing while Jungkook tends to get messy with his magic.

As The Boys got ready to leave Hoseok came breezing over, “Would you mind if I went with them on this trip?” He questions shly, The Witch smirks knowingly and leans down to proper her head up with her hand and knee. “I don't see why not. Say hello to Yoongi for me, beloved,” She chimes, Hoseok’s cheeks painted red as his feathers ruffled but he doesn’t object.

The Witch watches the group of four depart off to The West, The Witch now remained with The Demon who if she had to guess was off in the strawberry patch. The Witch herself made her way back to the flower section of her garden, She sat in peace and admired her favorite statues and fountain.

However The Witch lets out an irritated sigh as she watches her water fountain turn to wine and a man emerges from its depths. Her face remains passive as the joyous man steps from the fountain, “Dionysus,” She greeted the man coldly. The man grins ear to ear upon hearing his name despite the cold tone.

“Is there something I can do for you?” She snips, The man laughs before curling both his hands in a circle. Magically two gold goblets are summoned, one in each hand. The god dips them into the wine fountain before making his way over, he holds one of the goblets out but she refuses.

“What is it that you need from me Dionysus?” She questions harshly, The God simply laughs. “Only your company,” He smiles, “My offer still stands my love,” He grins. Before The Witch can reply Taehyung emerges in a cloud of black smoke, his eyes an all consuming black and veins of ink litter his face and body. 

“The lady said no,” He rumbles, however The God in question merely laughs. “You can’t be one of Hades, I would have gotten an ear full if he knew my love set one of his souls free,” He chirps. Taehyung pays the God no mind, “Taehyung, darling.” The Witch calls.

Taehyung’s attention immediately turns to her, “Take ease, Dionysus has made himself a problem to me for the last several years now and he is a problem I can most certainly handle myself.” The Witch soothes. “Wanting you to be my Goddess is a problem?” The God muses swirling his goblet of wine.

“It most certainly is,” The Witch snips, the God laughs. “Interesting conclusion, because I recall a time where I’ve spent many summer nights within your sheets.” He sighs, “Ancient History, I was young and naive then. I have grown since then and now know better, thank the stars” The Witch mutters as she waves him off coldly.

“But you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it,” He muses, “You are the god of wine and pleasure Dionysus, It’s impossible to not find pleasure with you when experienced. However, it is possible for me to withdraw myself from you.” The Witch sighs tiredly. “All because I told you I loved you and wanted to make you into a goddess, MY Goddess!” The man grunts.

The Witch merely shrugs, “I do not love you, I do not care for being a god.” The Witch snaps. “You gods are always so materialistic and self centered! I did not care for you then and I do not care for you now!” she snarls. “Watch who you are speaking to!” The God before her rumbled, The Witch didn’t even so much as blink.

“It will be you who will need to watch their words Dionysus, I may be mortal but the power I possess is anything but,” The Witch spoke darkly. The God before her sinks back at her threat, he knew she was powerful, It was one of the many things that drew him to her. 

“(Y/N)!” A voice shouts, The Witch’s eyes widen as a blue haired Warlock comes charging through the gardens. Their eyes meet and The Witch can see them filled with nothing but concern. However the next words to fall from his mouth causes her chest to flare with anger. 

“LEAVE MY WIFE ALONE!” The Warlock had yelled, “YOU DARE CLAIM SUCH A TITLE?” The god beside her thundered. Both men now standing inches away from each other buzzing with tension. “SILENCE!” The Witch finally snapped, thunder clapped in the cloudless sky. 

“You! You immortal swine, you have no place to challenge that claim and if you DARE find the gall to harm the father of my children I will bend the heavens and hells to my whim to kill you myself if deemed necessary!” She snarls viciously to the God.

“And you! You will not be challenging a god when we have children to look after! And who do you think you are charging in here, and this is MY home and you WILL respect it!” The snaps angrily to the blue haired Warlock.

When The Witch’s shouts are finally silenced both men are still visibly stunned. The Witch glares at the God, “Why are you still here? Begone!” She snaps. So without so much as a complaint the God left, sinking back down into the fountain of wine. The Witch knew he had really left when the Wine slowly turned back to water.

As soon as the fountain was back to its clear blue she turned to The Warlock sharply. “What were you thinking Namjoon! Challenging a God!” She stresses throwing her hands up in the air. “I know! I know! I’m sorry! But Taehyung had showed up in a panic, ranting about some god pressing you to marry him! And I... I couldn’t let him do that. If you left I wouldn’t know how to raise our boys! I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself if you left!” The Warlock rants in return.

The Witch took a deep breath, “It’s...Alright. But I am a bit insulted that you think I would trade my place here for something as foolish as immortality.” she sighs. The Warlock said nothing but stepped close enough to wrap his arms around her tightly. The Witch wraps her arms around him in return, unable to say anything else.

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The Two magic casters stood there within each other for what seemed like forever until The Warlock let out a sigh, “You know, You never did deny the fact I called you my wife,” He teases. The only response he received was a sharp shock to his side.

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[likeastarstar]

Break line - NAMJOON

for the anon requesting a fluffy ending argument w joon! sorry for the wait!

It took you a second to remember where you were, why the walls were a soft tone of pink instead of the creamy eggshell Namjoon preferred. You looked around, staring at the room you hadn't spent a night in for months, feeling strangely foreign in it all. It was all so ironic, how Joon always nagged you to end your lease and just officially move in with him.

"You're always here anyway," He'd whine.

"And what if we break up?" You'd retort, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Never going to happen," Joon grumbled, pulling you closer to him just in case.

You felt your eyes start to burn with tears and closed them again, rolling onto your back with a sigh.

You and Namjoon never really fought.

There were discussions, sure, and disagreements- but never fights. There wasn’t ever that moment of anxious anticipation wondering, is this it?

Is this the moment where things go bad?

Fights were so rare that sometimes you felt like you were constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop- that he was too good to be true.

“I guess I don’t have to be worried about that anymore,” You mumbled to yourself.

You felt a shudder go down your spine thinking of what happened the night before, how you had rushed out of his apartment in the middle of the night because you needed space.

Dim blue light filtered through your curtains, a sign that you woke up far too early for no reason. Your body felt tense, eyes dry from a fitful sleep filled with nightmares.

Was it that you couldn't sleep without Namjoon anymore?

It was like muscle memory, the way your hands searched for him underneath the covers, trembling slightly when they came up empty. Nothing would soothe you back to sleep now, so you shoved the covers off and stormed out of bed- you didn't want to lay there just thinking of him anyway.

It was torture.

You wandered out into the kitchen, wondering if there was a single thing in your fridge that wasn't expired. The entire apartment looked like it was vacated- too clean for anyone to actually live there.

There wasn't a thing out of place, except for a random black jacket thrown over a barstool. You stopped in your tracks, narrowing your eyes at the jacket. Oversized and worn in with a hole in the left shoulder.

That was Joon's jacket.

You stared at it for half a second too long, eyes zipping to the entryway where a pair of shoes too large to be yours were carelessly tossed next to the door. Your eyes then turned to the living room, where your boyfriend lay spread out on the couch.

He was so large he took up all of the surface area and then some, belly down and stretched out so that one leg was thrown over the back of the couch and an arm was hanging off the other end. He was asleep, hair a mess and still in his clothes from the day before.

You felt anger twist in your stomach, unsure of what to do. Was it anger? Or anxiety- pain or annoyance? Maybe it was all of the above but you couldn't decide on which emotion was strongest so you deserted them all and made coffee instead.

You looked at the mugs in your hand- one for you and one for him. You set yours down gingerly, walking over to where Joon was still sleeping entirely too soundly and resting the hot mug on the center of his back with enough pressure to snap him awake- the searing heat shocking him into consciousness.

"What the fuck-" Namjoon yelled, reacting so slowly by the time he flinched, you had set the mug down on the coffee table.

"Wake up." You said in the flat tone, "What are you doing here?"

Joon rolled over, staring at you with wide, confused eyes, "Good morning?"

"Good morning. I made you coffee but I don't have milk or sugar, so...whatever." You said in a bland tone, "What are you doing here?"

"Thanks for the coffee," Namjoon yawned, completely ignoring the question as he stretched, sliding up into a seated position, "This couch is so small."

You stared at him in annoyance, watching him take his sweet time in adjusting himself. His hair flopped around as he leaned forward, taking the coffee gingerly in his hands.

"How did you even get in?" You questioned, realizing he had seemingly broken into your apartment.

"You kept the spare in the same place we keep ours at home," Namjoon explained, the use of shared pronouns shooting a dagger in your heart. "By the time I got here, you were already asleep."

"I said I wanted space," You reminded.

Namjoon looked up at you with focused, intense eyes that surprised you. They were full of accusation, as if you were the one at fault here.

Were you?

"Which is why I slept on the couch and not in bed with you where I would've preferred to have been," He said in a biting tone, "I'm not sleeping under a different roof than you- are you kidding me?"

"Well you seemed just fine doing it on tour," You grumbled, walking away.

Joon grabbed your hand, stopping you quickly before standing up. You turned around quickly, about to lash out when his facial expression stopped you. You hadn't ever seen him like this- so entirely serious, so...angry.

"Don't put that on me," He snapped, "Why do you keep walking away? Even last night, you think running away and coming here was okay? You think walking away from me when I'm trying to talk to you is okay?"

You didn't say anything, staring at the floor instead. The truth was- you couldn't justify it. You couldn't explain why some unmovable force kept pushing you away from Joon. You were running to avoid having to face him, you knew that much, but what you couldn't explain was why.

"How is this a valid reaction to me asking you to marry me?" Joon questioned, tilting his head down at you so you couldn't look away from him.

The word marry cause a ringing in your ears and spread through your entire body as if you had been dunked in cold water. He just said it so casually- without warning just now and last night. The word kept coming up again- marry, marry, marry. It filled you with anxiety, your body begging you to choose flight instead of fight.

"I don't- I can't..." You trailed off, feeling a lump rise in your throat, "You don't mean it."

He didn't, couldn't, mean it. The anxiety built up in your body and found it's release as you felt tears well up in your eyes. Too bad the only source of relief you had ever known was standing right in front of you, hurt by your own actions. You shoved your face into his chest to hide, hugging Joon tightly like a child clinging to its last source of comfort. Joon reacted instantly, wrapping his arms around you protectively and leaning his cheek on the top of your head.

"Why on earth do you feel that way?" Joon asked softly, large hand stroking your back soothingly.

You wished you could answer it in a simple sentence. It would take several, and hours of time you didn't want to waste on thinking about it.

"Hey- just breathe, okay? It's fine- just breathe," He mumbled, noticing how your chest was heaving.

"I'm so sorry," You sobbed, small hands fisting the material of his shirt, "I d-didn't mean to hurt you- I just, I'm really sorry."

"Shh, you're fine, we're fine," He assured, "I love you, just calm down. Can you breathe for me?"

You nodded, letting him pull your face back so he could get a better look at you. He wiped your tears and smiled at your big, watery eyes looking up at him nervously. He watched you take a couple of deep breaths before humming contently, kissing your forehead sweetly.

Namjoon didn't press you to explain, simply took you in his arms and back to bed. Your hands left without the need to search for Joon anymore because they were already filled with his. You spent the entire day like that, not talking much but entangled together like vines.

"I want to be with you forever, you know." You mumbled quietly, resting your head on his chest as he played with your fingers.

"Yeah right- you ran out so fast you forgot your birth control on the counter," Joon laughed, grinning down at you harmlessly.

"Shit- did you bring it?" You realized, turning to look him in the eye.

He nodded easily, gesturing towards where his jacket was, "Left pocket. But seriously- it's okay if you need time."

"I don't need time for forever," You said quickly, "But maybe for the whole...marriage thing. Like a couple of days- a week? Just to wrap my mind around it?"

He nodded, a soft look in his eye, "Whatever you need- just don't leave me again."

"Never," You nodded solemnly, fully intending on keeping that vow.

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[oftenderweapons]

Three Sugars | Masterpost

Members: Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung

Status: Ongoing

Author's Note:

Hello there! Three Sugars is a project that unfolds as a mix of Social Media AU's and traditionally written chapters. It will follow three different main characters and their own storyline after their agreements as sugar babies for each of the Kims. They will be narrated in second person (you, Y/N) form mostly. The main point of view will be stated at the beginning of each chapter.

Links to Q&A's

About physical touch | About their hobbies | About love languages | About confidence | About the future | About their most prized possession | About a holiday | About their type | About criminal records | About manicures

| the inbox for asks is open, send an ask here! |

Three Sugars' Masterlist

Introduction, the guys | Introduction, the girls

| 1. Mutually Beneficial | 2. Arrangements | 3. Wants and Needs | 4. First Impressions | 5. Facepalm.

General information

Title teasers | Playlists | Visuals |

Here is oftenderweapons' complete masterlist

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[bteezxyewriter12]

Mrs. God of Destruction

Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 3.5k

Includes- injury, Namjoon is the best bf, blow job, oral, pussy eating, missionary, from behind, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Namjoon POV

A loud crash in the kitchen gets my attention

"I'm sorry Jinnie!", my girlfriend gasps and I immediately get up, running to the kitchen

"Jo? You ok?", I ask, walking inside

"Don't come in Joonie! There's glass on the floor", she shrieks

I stop where I am, peering into the kitchen

She's standing there with tears in her eyes, broken plates and food in the floor, Jin comforting her

"It's ok. It's just plates Jo"

"I'll pay for them. I swear"

"Please, it's fine. We needed new plates anyway", he assures her

"What happened?", I ask

"I tripped Joonie and dropped everything", she says

She's looking down at the floor and I can tell she's very upset

"Baby it's ok"

"No it's not! That was our food Joonie. And I tripped over my dumb feet again. There wasn't anything on the floor to make me trip. Just my stupid self"

"Hey don't talk about yourself like that baby. It was an accident"

I hate when she says thing about herself like that

And she always does

She's clumsy and accident prone

Like me

The guys call her Ms. God of Destruction

Yeah they're a fucking riot

I warned them not to call her that where she can hear

I don't like it but they don't care about teasing me

But I won't have them make her feel worse than she already does

Especially when she breaks things

"I'll clean it up", she murmurs, skirting around the glass and food on the floor

"I'll do it Jo", Jin offers

"No Jinnie. I made the mess, I'll do it", she answers not watching where she's going

She steps down and she gasps in pain, falling to the floor

"Baby!", I shriek, running to her, making sure I don't step on anything

She's holding her socked foot, tears in her eyes, "Ow ow ow"

I kneel next to her and notice a large shard of glass sticking out of the bottom of her foot

Blood is seeping through her cute mint green socks with hearts on them

"Joonie", she cries

"It's ok baby. I'll bring you to the bathroom and fix it"

"Don't make it worse", Jin mutters under his breath

I shoot him a glare before I pick her up

"I'll clean up", Jin says, shooing us away

In the bathroom, I sit her on the sink counter, then look at her foot

"I gotta pull it out princess"

"It's gonna hurt", she whispers

Yeah, it will

"It'll be ok baby. I'll take care of you ok?"

She bites her lip nodding

I quickly pull out the shard, her little shrieks echoing in the bathroom

Her sock fills up with more blood

Putting her foot in the sink, I take off her sock slowly, drops of blood falling into the sink

I carefully turn her foot so I can see the bottom of it

A slit cut on the bottom

Not deep but still bleeding like a mother

"It's ok baby. It's not too bad."

She just nods

"I'm gonna wash it ok?"

Again she nods

Turning the water on, I quickly use soap to clean the cut

She hisses in pain, "It stings"

"Sorry princess"

After rinsing her little foot, I grab some ointment we have and put it on the cut

It's still bleeding so I use a non stick bandage and wrap her foot with gauze a few times

"Better?", I ask when I'm finished

She nods, "Thanks for taking care of me Joonie"

She never has to thank me for that

I always will

Not matter what

I love her more than anything

Of course I'm gonna take care of her

"Always baby", I tell her, then kiss her softly

Scooping her up again, we go back to the living room where I sit on the couch, keeping her in my lap

"What are we going to do about food Joonie? I don't think Jinnie made so much that there's extra. I can try to cook something"

I shrug, "We can order food princess"

I don't want her to cook

She shouldn't be on her injured foot

And she sucks at it, just like I do

It's always a disaster when either of us tries to cook

I don't want her to feel bad again if she breaks something

Take out is simple and safe

Taking out my phone, we look together at the food app, pick a restaurant and order food

She cuddles in to me, her head on my shoulder while we wait for our delivery

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"Let me see your foot princess", I ask

I have her back on the sink counter

We're going to bed in a little and I want to make sure the cut is ok, cleaned and not infected

"Joonie-", she whines

"Come on baby, I don't want the cut to get worse. I'm just gonna clean it again and change the bandage

She pouts but lets me unwrap her foot

Peeling off the bandage, I can see the cut stopped bleeding

It's long and red, dried blood smeared around it, I guess from when I pressed the bandage against it

I've been carrying her everywhere so she didn't spread the blood that away

Turning the water on, I quickly wash her foot, put ointment on it and change the bandage

"C'mon baby. Bed time"

Scooping her up again, I carry her to my room, kicking the door closed

Getting her in the bed, I tuck her under the blankets, shut the light, the only light source from the lamp on my bedside dresser

I get in next to her, with her rolling right into my arms

She giggles, cuddling into me, pressing kisses to my neck

I smile, holding her close, loving the love she's giving me right now

"My princess isn't sleepy?", I tease

She shakes her head, "Nope. Want you"

"Oh do you now?"

She nods, "Yeah Joonie. Wanna be bouncing on your big thick cock, feeling you ruin my pussy"

Holy Christ

She goes from zero to one eighty, from sweet and cute to fucking sexy in less than a nano second

"Well baby", I tell her, getting excited, "Who am I to deny you?"

"Good", she answers, "Get naked"

I just laugh loudly

Apparently I'm taking too long because she starts pulling up my shirt

"Can't wait baby?", I tease

She shakes her head, "Too long Joonie. Wanna oogle your sexy body"

Sometimes I still can't believe the things she says to me

Or that she really feels that way

I never thought I'd ever have a girl who just loves to touch me, look at me, compliment me

Someone who loves me unconditionally like she does

I'm so fucking grateful I found her

"Joonie!", she scolds, "Lift your butt up!"

I do, letting her pull my shorts and boxers down and off

I grab her arms to pull her up so I can undress her but she pushes me off, her tongue furiously licking the underside of my cock

"Oh fuck baby!", I moan, pleasure filling my body, "So good. Fuck, suck on my cock. Please"

She listens, half of my length instantly in her mouth, sucking hard

"Oh my god, yes baby!", I groan, just letting the pleasure from her mouth roam my entire body

Threading my fingers in her hair, I tug softly as she goes at it

"Baby god. You're fucking mouth is amazing"

I'm not lying, she's always gives me amazing blow jobs

Her sex drive is so high, my cock is either in her mouth or her pussy

All the time

And I'm so good with it

I watch her open her mouth wider, pushing down, taking more and more of me in

"Fuck", I whimper when she gets all of my cock deep in her tight throat

She bobs her head, sliding in and out of her throat and fuck me the pleasure is insane

I move my hand in her hair, helping her move up and down

She moans when I'm all in her throat, the vibrations running through my whole body

She swallows, making her throat even tighter and I can't stop the moans coming from my throat

God she makes it so amazing and I can't believe that she loves to deepthroat me

It doesn't bother her, she's never choked and she moans while she does it

There's been a few times she's came from blowing me

Those times were fucking insane and impressive

She's bringing me so close but I don't want to cum

I want, no need, to fuck her

Gently, I push her off me and get her under me in a second, tearing her clothes off her body

Sitting back on my knees, I look at her perfect body, running my hands all over her soft, smooth skin

"Fuck baby, always so pretty", I murmur

I love her body

Looking at it, touching it, kissing it, anything

She is literally perfect

My hands move to her breasts, squeezing, my thumbs running over her nipples, making them hard

And making her moan

"Mine?", I ask, "All this is mine?"

She nods, "All yours Joonie. Always"

I slowly move my hands down, running my thumb over her clit and getting a loud groan from her

"Is my baby girl horny?", I tease

She bites her lip, looking at me with those huge brown eyes, nodding

Her eyes are gorgeous

The first time I looked in them, I was a goner

"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you", I assure her, moving my hand

Sliding two fingers inside her, she immediately tightens her cunt on them

"Oh fuck, baby wants to cum bad"

"Please Joonie"

"Ok baby. I'll make you cum"

Sliding my fingers out, I move them back in, making sure I hit her spot

She cries in pleasure her body arching beautifully

At the same time, I rub her clit with my thumb, making sure she gets as much pleasure as she can

She's my baby, the love of my life and I'll do anything for her

The fact is that I love making her cum

I know some guys don't care about their girl orgasming or they think one is good enough

Not for me

She cums at the very least three times every time we have sex

I won't settle for less

And most of the time, I make her orgasm more

I love it

The way she feels, the sound of her screams, the sound of her calling my name, the pleasure on her face, the way she shakes against me

I love everything about it

"So close baby girl", I murmur, moving my hand faster, "I need you to cum for me so I can eat your pretty pussy"

"Joonie", she moans, her legs shaking as she orgasms, her hands twisting in my sheets so hard her knuckles are white

"There we go, such a good girl for me", I praise her

Laying down, I suck her clit into my mouth, tugging and playing softly

"Namjoon!", she yells, her hands plunging into my hair, pulling hard

I don't mind, it actually turns me on

Pulling my fingers out, I move my tongue to her hole, licking up her cum and moaning from how fucking good she tastes

So fucking sweet, I can eat her cunt every fucking day

I normally do

I can't get enough of her

Swirling my tongue around her cunt, I listen to the sounds she's making

They're so pretty, I can listen to them all day

Rolling my tongue over her clit, she shouts, begging me for more

Which I happily oblige

"Joonie, wanna cum. Please baby", she cries

Taking her clit in my mouth, I suck fast, knowing this will get her off

She loves getting her clit sucked and it gives her massive orgasms

Which is what I want

"Joonie, Joonie, Namjoon fuck!", she screams

She holds my head to her cunt while I furiously lick around her slit, swallowing her cum

"So good baby", I moan in her pussy, "So fucking good"

"Joonie, your tongue, fuck"

When she finishes, I pull away, moving on top of her

Getting her legs around me, I sheath my cock inside her, both of us moaning from the contact

I looked down at her, watching her shiver under me, her hands squeezing my ribs hard

"Ok baby?"

She nods, her eyes closed, breathing in, "So big"

"Yeah?", I smirk

I love hearing her talk about my cock

How much she likes it

"So hard. So thick. Feels so good", she breathes out

Leaning down, I kiss her cheek, then move to her neck, pressing another kiss

"Yeah baby? Well my princess' pussy is so tight for me. So warm, so wet", I praise her, "So fucking good"

"Please Joonie. Fuck me", she begs, "I want you"

"You have me baby. Always"

Crashing my lips to hers I kiss her deeply as I move my hips, fucking into her perfectly tiny cunt

Her pussy opens enough just for me, sucking me in with every stroke

I bottom out over and over, my head slamming into her spot as she clings on to me

Dragging my lips from hers, I press kisses into her jaw, moving down to her neck, listening to her screams of pleasure as I fuck her hard and wild

"Mmm baby, you feel amazing. This pussy throbbing around my cock so fast. Sucking me back in. You want me inside you that much?"

"Yes Joonie. So much", she gasps, pressing her body against mine as much as she can

Moving faster, my bed hits the wall over and over, the sound mixing with our moans

I don't care, I'm not stopping

It feels too good

Reaching in between us, I rub her clit while I plunge my cock so deep in her

She shakes under me, her eyes rolling into the back of her head

Moving one arm under her knee, I push her leg up, opening her more, giving more room to fuck her open

"Fuck this cunt feels so good. Wanna feel it cum all over my cock. Drench me, squeeze me. I want this pussy so tight, choking my cock", I urge her, "Give me your orgasm baby. It's mine and I want it now"

"Namjoon, fuck fuck fuck!"

She gets impossibly tight, squeezing hard, gushing squirt all over me, my body and my bed

Her screams are so loud, her body spasming, her fingers digging into my back

"That's it baby", I choke out, pleasure from her orgasm rolling over me

Jesus Christ it's so intense

"Such a pretty squirting cunt"

When she finishes, she gasps for breath but I'm not done with her yet

Flipping her over, I help her onto her hand and knees, going right back in and fucking her mercilessly

"Oh fff...oh", she whimpers, her cunt pulsing around me already

The slapping sound of her ass hitting my thighs sounds in the room along with the erotic sound of her wet cunt taking my length over and over

And strangely, a creaking sound that I don't know what it is or where it's coming from

I run my hands along her back, feeling her skin tremble against mine

"More Joonie", she cries

Gripping her hips hard, I split her open on my cock, watching her tiny slit stretch and strain around me

Cream is pouring out of her, covering my cock completely and I can't help but moan at the sight

She spasms hard, screaming my name, telling me she's going to cum

I know

I feel it

The creaking sound gets louder, the harder I fuck her

Ignoring the sound, I move right into her spot, too concerned with getting her to cum

"Please baby. Cream my cock. Want it so bad", I beg, desperate to feel her orgasm

She shudders, falling over the edge, screaming in my pillow, her cunt pulsing and creaming my length so fucking amazingly, stars blasting in my vision from the intense pleasure

I keep fucking her, helping her ride it out

Then I pull out, lay down and get her on top of me

"Please baby. Ride me", I beg, "Make me cum. I wanna cum deep in your pussy"

She nods, so out of it

My cock is so hard it hurts and I need to be back inside her warm pulsing cunt

Helping her sit on my dick, I pull her all the way down, bottoming out

"Please. Ride me"

She leans over, her hands on my chest, her hips rocking back and forth on me, rubbing her spot on my tip

She's pulsing so hard and it's such a relief against my hard length

Her rocking changes to small bounces, sliding higher up my cock the more she moves

I watch her cunt take my cock, leaving a huge creamy mess along my length

My dick throbs inside her but I push back my orgasm

I want her to cum first

She's always first

She moves faster, harder, jumping up and down my cock, taking me deep inside her, fucking me wildly

The creaking sound is back along with the continuous sound of my bed hitting wall

I'm in too much bliss to care about anything except us coming

My fingers dig into the skin of her hips, helping her move her up and down

"Baby...please. Make me cum"

"Joonie", she cries, moving so fast and hard, her orgasm starting

"Namjoon!"

Fuck

Ecstacy blinds me as I finally cum with her, my whole body shaking, screaming her name

Suddenly there's a crashing sound and I feel the mattress fall down, hitting the floor with a loud thud

Which neither of us care about, both of us still in the throws of pleasure

I can't think, only feel, her pussy milking my cock for all my cum and I gladly give it to her

When it's finally over, I open my eyes, looking at her

She sways to the side, starting to fall off of me

Quickly sitting up, I catch her, pulling her against me

I lay down with her in my arms, both of us soaked in sweat

"Baby? You ok?"

She moans weakly, nodding

I know she's probably sore and tired, this time more rough than usual

She cuddles into me, breathing hard and I just hold her, running my fingers in her hair

Now that I'm back to my sense, I remember that my mattress is now on the floor

She's breathing evenly, already asleep

Gently, I move her onto the bed, on a pillow, then I get up

"Well shit", I mumble

My mattress is completely on the floor, the sides of the bed frame around it

I'm guessing the bottom broke from how hard were going at it

I shift my eyes to the wall, gaping at the huge hole the bed left

This isn't good

Shit

I'm gonna have to pay for this

I'm so gonna hear it from Jin tomorrow

Looking back at my bed, I notice that my sheets are soaking wet

We were sweating profusely, so I assume that wet the sheets along with her squirt and our cum

We can't sleep here and I'm way too exhausted to deal with any of this right now

Pulling my boxers on, I leave my room, heading to the bathroom

I clean myself up then grab a bunch of tissues and head back to my room

She's still knocked out and I just smile

Sitting next to her, I clean in between her legs and her thighs, then get her back into her PJs

I change into mine, then grab my pillows and head for the living room

After setting up a spot for us on the couch with pillows and a blanket, I go back to my room

Picking her up, I carry her to the living room

She stirs, her eyes barely opening

"Joonie? Where?"

"It's ok baby. We're sleeping on the couch in the living room tonight"

"Huh? Why?", she yawns

"Well we kinda broke my bed"

Her eyes open some more, "We what?"

"Yeah baby. The mattress is on the floor and there's a huge hole in my wall. I'll deal with it in the morning"

"I'm sorry Joonie", she starts but I shush her

"It's fine baby. We had fun right?"

She nods

"That's all that matters baby. Right now all I want is to sleep and hold you all night. Sounds good?"

"Yeah Joonie"

I smile, pressing a soft kiss her to her lips

Laying down, I help her lay on top of me, making sure she's comfortable and pulling the blanket over us

"I love you", I tell her, kissing her forehead

"I love you Joonie. So much"

She cuddles into me as I hold her tightly

She's already out and I feel myself ready to pass out

Kissing her forehead again, I close my eyes, settling in for the night

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[sugarushsuga]

Coming up in 2023 @sugarushsuga

Hi everyone,

One of my goals for this year is to commit myself to some of my works and put them out. And I think the best way to commit is to let people know some of the projects that I’m expecting to put out.

They don’t have a specific date to be posted yet, for some of this fics I have a general idea of when they’ll be posted, if I finish them on time, but if I don’t, I’ll just post them when I’m done.

The bellow order is not their order of posting -they are on alphabetical order because I need a sense of control on something. I’m just summarizing most of the info of the fics, to let you know what to expect of them. I May do a fic preview once I'm in the editing phase of them.

18- Drink this, you’ll feel better

Gender: Angst; Fluff;

BTS Member: Seokjin

23- I’ll wait

Gender: Fluff;

BTS Member: Yoongi

47 – Did you get my letter

Gender: Fluff;

BTS Member: Namjoon

Gender: Smut; Fluff;

BTS Member: Namjoon

Synopsis: Company Christmas parties are always boring on your eyes, just a bunch of people that you don’t want to spend time with trying to impress people that don’t care about them. Your boyfriend takes you to his company’s Christmas party, which isn’t very different, the difference is that is a bunch of famous people trying to prove themselves mor popular or better than the other. But his studio is just a few floors down to where the party is being hosted and you both have all night.

Gender: Smut; F2L;

BTS Member: Namjoon

Synopsis: Namjoon has been your best friend for years. He’s the listening ear to your problems and the one who always finds a way to make your wishes come true. All you need to do is say it out loud.

This is a trilogy, of fics sightly connected to one another all in the same universe. The titles are yet to be decided - I can’t decide the title of one of them, the other two are set. I'm still on planing phase.

Gender: Fluff (For now);

BTS Members: Seokjin; Taehyung; Jungkook

Synopsis: Sometimes we lost things in our lives, and we can never find them back, sometimes is because someone else found them. Sometimes we lose our way, and we can’t understand why or find it again. Seems like the more we look for our way the further way we get from it. But what if we need to lose ourselves to actually find who we actually are meant to be?

Gender: Fluff; Smut; Fake dating;

BTS Member: Jungkook

Synopsis: Seems like none of your relationships were made to last, they always end because you are not the one, they are looking for, that is until your last one. Three years later he is happy with someone new, and you come face to face with them when you least expect it or need it. Luckily Jungkook is there to save you. And you have no way of thanking him enough. But he does have something in mind. Take you to his sister’s fancy wedding as his fake girlfriend. A week at one of the most exclusive resorts in the country, with all paid for, just to pretend that you are in love with your attractive friend. What can go wrong?  Besides the fact that he is your best friend’s friend, his whole family will be there, his longtime ex-girlfriend (whom he almost proposed to) is going to be there too, and you may be falling in love with him.

There may be more fics than just these ones, it all depends on my dedication and inspiration to write. These are the ones that I’ve committed myself to put out this year, yes or yes. But if I don’t do it, at least I’ve tried.

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[keehosburner]

LIVE AND LOVE: A KIM NAMJOON FANFICTION

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This is the first chapter of the fanfic I'm writing. It's a bit of fluff, but there is definietly going to be some smut, so I'll give it a mature rating. This will be crossposted on AO3 and Wattpad if you're interested in reading (though AO3 will probably take priority!! If you want me to update Wattpad, message me!)

★ Desc: ★

After months of training, Leo Evans became one of HYBE Label's first global idols. He had been involved in the K-Pop community for years and now he will be with the people he looked up to. But now here comes the real fun: debuting. Meeting after meeting, all the rehearsals and vocal lessons really take a toll. Not to mention moving to a new country where you barely know the language. How will Leo and his fellow global idols survive?

That's why the buddy system was created. Every global idol will be paired with a current artist at HYBE. Members of any group from TXT to LE SSERAFIM were able to become mentors and friends to the new idols. Little did Leo know he would be paired with one of the biggest names in the world (and his bias): Kim Namjoon. So now he must fall out of love with a straight man whom he only met through a screen prior, all while playing it cool and allowing him to be the friend he signed up to be. Add the life of an idol and you've got a recipe for a complicated story full of twists, turns, and surprises.

Warnings: Fluff, SFW

Chapter 1:

I stare at my phone in a failed attempt to calm my nerves. This 30-minute ride from the airport feels like the longest car ride of my life. Every bump, every turn, every press of the break made my stomach turn in knots in the back of this van. Occasionally, I would look out the window and see the bustling streets of Seoul. I had made a long list of mental notes of all the restaurants and shopping centers I’d visit in my new home. It calmed me for a moment. But then just as quickly as I found peace, my stomach bubbled once I reminded myself of where I was going.

After months of auditions, contract signings, and other meetings to prepare for this very day, I had become HYBE’s newest solo artist. It’s still hard to believe. HYBE had hosted global auditions, which quickly turned into a mock trainee program. After months of dance classes, singing lessons, and perfecting my rap skills, other trainees began to drop like flies. Many of us were between 20-25, which is a lot older than the other trainees that are usually taken in by these big companies. The structure of auditions being so new to us as Americans didn’t help either. Every day we took some sort of class, whether for dance, singing, or acting. At the end of the week, we took an assessment, and if you didn’t pass, that was it. Many went home even if they did pass, the stress and homesickness being too much for them. Not to mention the heavy restrictions placed on us as trainees. One hour of phone time, no social media, and you only ate what they allowed. Honestly, it was brutal. The only thing to get me through it was knowing that I had a chance to be something great. I knew my passion for music was going to take me far.

Trainees were given studio time, where you may record a song with three to five other people, but that doesn’t mean that you would be in a group together, nor did it mean you’d debut. I think that was one of the hard parts for me. Getting really close to someone you’ve worked with, who’s shared the same experience with you, even sharing a dorm with them, just for them to go home the next week. You start to feel like you’re going crazy. That sense of isolation and hopelessness. What’s the point of all this? Why are they making this so hard? You almost want to give up. That is until you look around and see that 10 of you are brought into a conference room. Five boys and five girls. Dazed and confused, wondering where the others went too fast. Wondering where the time went. I sat in silence with the remaining trainees.

I snapped out of my daze when Bang PD himself walked into the room. We all look around at each other in disbelief, trying to make sure we’re all seeing the same thing. Still, we sat in silence as he went to the head of the table, other staff members sitting in the remaining chairs. He looks around the room, noting who was left of the brutal training. He seems to softly nod in approval.

“Congratulations!” he said loudly. I jumped at the sudden break in silence and tension. But then, a mix of joy, excitement, and overall calm washed over me. I sat back in my chair, elated and smiling from ear to ear. I could have almost cried. And some of the others did. All that training had finally paid off. There we sat, the newest additions to HYBE Labels.

Bang PD smiled as he motioned to the girls. “You five will be a group,” he said. The girls looked at each other and squealed, hugging each other in their newfound sisterhood. Well, that must have meant we five were the next big boy group. I was already prepared for the group to be called “HYBE’s next TXT.”

While the girls still giggled with excitement, he looked over at the boys. “One, two, three, four…,” he stopped before he got to me. “…you all will be a group!” The boys turned to each other, excited and high-fiving.

Excuse me?   I thought. So, he’s not putting me in a group? What the hell did he bring me in here for?! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! I feel the anger starting to pool in my stomach. Now hold on, before you get mad hot head, let’s just listen to what he has to say…

I sit silently, though the confusion on my face must have spoken volumes. Bang PD looked at me and laughed. “Don’t worry, I didn’t bring you here just to torture you. I will be making you a soloist,” he said. Relief washed over me, the other looked at me in awe.

“Congrats dude!” Dean said to me quietly. He was always so supportive of me; we had become fast friends over these past few months. “Thank you,” I mouthed.

We all looked back at Bang PD, who looked at us with pride in his heart.  Though this is our first time meeting him, I can tell he has kept up with us since the beginning. Always in the background, watching our assessment tapes. It’s good to know we made him proud.

“Now,” he said. “Let’s get you all to Korea.”

  As I got closer and closer to the building, I started to doubt myself. Was I supposed to be here? How the hell am I going to pull this off? Are people even going to like my music? My mind raced in the back of the van. The fear was starting to set in.

I sat there, reliving everything I had been through in the past 3 months. The hardships, and the sleepless nights, all led up to this very moment. This is exactly what I fought for. The van had come to a stop. The staff began to get out and grab all the bags. I sat there for a moment. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Reminding myself of how I got here gave me that sense of relief I needed. I opened my eyes and began to shuffle out of the van. I paused for a moment before I stepped out. Today was the first day of the rest of my life. I vowed that no matter what, I’ll take whatever life throws at me, whether good, bad, or ugly. I can do this. It’s time to show everyone what I’m made of.

I took a step off the van and looked up at the giant gray building. “Let’s do this,” I said to myself.

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[joonsmagicshop]

Professor Rapline

Summary: Mr. Kim is your English Literature and Poetry teacher and while he is known for being a strict teacher is he is also hot. So incredibly hot! So when he gives you an outlet for all your exam stress how can you possibly say no? Little do you realize it wont be just him you are getting pleasure from

Paring: Namjoon/Reader focused! Eventually Yoongi/Reader Hobi/Reader

Word Count: 15K

Rating: M/18+ because smut

Tags: A/U, Professor/student relationship,slow burn, flirting, pet names, Joon calls her princess Yoongi calls her Kitten, Hobi calls her baby, dirty talk, spanking, hand jobs, blow jobs, cum licking, eating out, sex, so much sex, basically she gets fucked three times in one night, choking, face fucking, power dynamics, dry humping.

Authors Note: I was possessed by a horny demon when I wrote this. This idea has been stuck in my head for months and once I started writing I didn't want to stop. This is a work of fiction and I do not recommend fucking your professors.

No one warned you about Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Jung Hoesok.

But then again, you doubted you would have believed them if they did.

It was the last semester before your time at University would be over for good, and honestly, you couldn’t wait. You were over the long nights studying, the assignments that had to be handed in on time or you would lose marks, and the group projects that were just as pointless as they were frustrating.

You had done everything you wanted to do, you went to the parties, kissed random strangers in bathrooms, and even hooked up with a few. You had a boyfriend for three months and decided it was better for you to be single and now you were ready to graduate and move on with your life.

Which found you sitting in the Academic Adviser’s office nervously shifting in your chair as you watched her go through your file. The office was painted a soft blue color and the heater was pumping out hot air on blast making the whole space dry and stuffy. As you wait, you unwound your scarf from your neck and placed it on your lap.

Her eyes met yours and she smiled softly at you.

“Well Miss Y/L/N it seems that you have a bright shining future that’s for sure. You have a wonderful file here and honors too, you must be proud.” She said beaming at you as you crossed your legs nervously and unzipped your coat.

You understood that it was the dead of winter outside but did it have to be so incredibly stuffy in here?

“Thank you. So I’m on track to graduate? Everything looks good?” You ask leaning forward in the chair.

“Well here’s the thing…” She trails off as she pushes her glasses back on her nose and scans the computer again.

Your heart drops.

“As I said bright and shining future for sure but you are missing just one credit. If you are unable to fit another class in this semester you would be unable to graduate.” She says with a frown as you see her eyes scan the computer to double check as your heart drops down to your boots.

There is no way.

You spent four years busting your butt, there was no way you were going to stay any longer than you had to.

“I can fit another class in! Which class do I need?” You ask in a panic as she clicks some more on the mouse and you watch her concentrate on the screen.

“Well, the good news is you just need one more elective class. The bad news is most of them are filled up…well. Except…” Her voice trails off again as you squirm in your seat, panic taking over.

“Whatever it is I’ll take it!” You respond eagerly.

“Miss Y/L/N it’s English literature and poetry with Mr. Kim.” She says in a serious tone as her eyes finally leave her monitor to look at you.

“Okay fine sign me up!” You say as you lean so far forward you are almost pushed right against her desk.

“Miss Y/L/N I understand you want to graduate on time but you must know. His class is notoriously known for being… quite difficult. I never want to slander a teacher but Mr Kim is very serious about his job and a lot of students come to me trying to drop his class.” She says staring at you with a serious look on her face.

You had no idea who Mr Kim was. The campus was so big you hardly knew where half the rooms were let alone half the teachers. But you had to graduate on time. You were not about to spend more money to have to go back to school for one elective course. There was just no way.

“That’s fine sign me up.” You say boldly as she frowns at you and types away on her computer. Well-manicured nails fly along the keyboard.

“Only if you are sure, you can always change your mind.” She says as you nod and she clicks something, you assume it’s to enroll you into his class.

"Okay, you are set. The class is on Wednesday nights at six pm. His classroom is 0994B which is in the basement.” She says as she pushes her glasses off her face to stare at you again.

“If you have any trouble at all please let me know.” She says as you nod and gather your things. You wrap your scarf around your neck and wave goodbye, leaving the stuffy office to head to the textbook shop to grab your book, having no idea what you just agreed to.

.........................

Two days later you found yourself searching the basement for the classroom you are looking for. While the University is beautiful with a rich history the basement is spooky and dark, especially in January when the nights are long and you rarely get sunlight.

Just as you approach the door you see a paper taped to it and you frown.

Basement heater is broken. Mr Kim’s class moved to 0294.

You let out a frustrated sigh and begin to ascend the stairs, hiking your messenger bag up on your shoulder as you climb.

The second floor is much nicer than the basement and you luckily find the new classroom with ease. You slip inside and take stock of the students. The lecture hall is large and set up like a theater with a podium at the front and the seats ascending upwards. You see most of the front rows are already taken with giggling girls.

You made your way to the back and plopped your things down in a seat slightly to the right of where the empty podium sat. You pulled out your phone to make sure it was on silent and as you took out your textbook and pens you couldn’t help but overhear the girls in front of you talking.

“That’s not a reason to take this class! I’m not carrying you though because you only signed up for this class because Mr. Kim is hot.” A blonde girl teased her friend as her friend shushed her and giggled.

“Come on that’s why people try and survive his class. He’s such a hardass but so nice to look at it makes up for it!” Her friend teased as both girls dissolved into giggles.

You wondered what the hell they were talking about. Mr Kim was hot? You had many English teachers throughout your years and they all were mostly the same type of person. Lanky, nerdy, either a tortured poet or a Shakespeare lover. You never pictured your teacher to be attractive at all and now thoughts of what he could look like clouded your mind.

But it didn’t take long for you to find out.

The second the door opened the entire class fell silent.

No one warned you about Mr. Kim.

But you’re sure if they did you wouldn’t believe them

Hell, you didn’t believe the girls who were sitting in front of you until you saw it with your own two eyes.

He was tall and handsome with blonde hair slicked back from his forehead and eyes narrowed as he looked through the crowd of students. When his eyes met yours you shivered but he didn’t linger as he made long strides towards the podium and set his brown briefcase down on the floor.

He took out a small laptop and set it up as you watched him in fascination. He was no doubt handsome and even though he had not spoken a word he had already commanded the class to be quiet.

It was quite impressive.

He took his time fiddling with the laptop as the class stayed deathly quiet. Once he got everything hooked up and the projector running he finally addressed the class.

“Hi I’m Mr Kim and I’ll be teaching you English lit and poetry.”

And then he smiled

When he smiled two beautiful dimples appeared on his cheeks and you knew you were undeniably screwed.

Not only was his class notorious for being difficult, but it also didn’t help he was drop-dead gorgeous.

Well, shit.

Your small crush on Mr. Kim lasted well in February. As the ground started to thaw and the days were very slowly becoming longer you spent most of your time buried in a book trying not to drown in your coursework.

While Mr. Kim was in fact the hottest man you had ever seen, the rumors were true and he was also a hardass about his subject.

By the second week, twelve people had dropped his class. He didn’t seem to mind or even acknowledge it, he just kept teaching.

By the time the first month was over twenty people had left and the class had once again been moved. This time to a small lecture hall on the same floor that was a lot more cozy and less intimidating than the original one.

You hardly noticed how many people dropped the class come March as midterm exams were approaching and you were too worried about your grades and future to worry about anyone else.

Your crush on Mr. Kim even took a backseat as you spent most of your time in the library, wistfully staring out the window at the sunny days wishing you were outside instead of in a stuffy old library going over poems written by people who had passed away ages ago.

In the last week of March, you got a break. Mr. Kim was teaching about Robert Frost and going over the poem “Nothing Gold Can Stay.” You were lucky enough to study that poem in high school so you sneakily took out your psychology homework and began to work on that, nodding and making occasional eye contact with Mr. Kim so he thought you were paying attention.

Lucky for you, you had finished most of the essay during Mr. Kim’s lecture. Unlucky for you class had ended five minutes ago and everyone had left the lecture hall, leaving you sitting there alone typing while Mr. Kim packed up his stuff.

You were so absorbed in your work you didn’t notice his hard gaze on you, how his eyebrow quirked when he saw how concentrated you were, and how he let out a low sigh as he made his way up the steps to approach you.

You did however notice when he was about two feet away from you and you gasped and slammed your laptop lid shut in alarm

“Miss Y/N.” He said smoothly as he took a seat in the aisle opposite yours and smiled softly at you.

You felt a blush appear on your cheeks as you hastily tried to come up with an excuse.

“Please Y/N tell me what you were working on. I know you aren’t typing that much about Robert Frost.” He teases as he stretches out his legs and you can see his slacks stretch under the pressure of his thick thighs.

“I-Mr. Kim, I’m so sorry. I…well I studied Robert Frost in high school and I have this big psychology essay that is due and I just wanted to get a head start on it.” You admit shyly as you shove your laptop in your messenger bag and gather your things.

You stand up to leave but a strong hand stops you.

“My class and Psych? I’m impressed.” He says as his hand leaves your arm but you can still feel the heat from where he touched you, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Well, I… yeah I need Phych and I needed one more class to graduate so I picked yours.” You admitted as you stood there in front of him.

“And the Academic advisor let you do this? Take both?” He asks as he remains seated and gestures to the chair you vacated. Knowing he wasn’t going to kick you out of his class you graciously sat down, placing your bag on the floor.

“I…well I kind of didn’t give her a choice. I don’t want to come back for a year to take one course.” You admit.

He smiles at you, dimples present and you feel pleasure bloom in your chest.

“That’s very admirable of you. I’m sure she warned you about me and my class and you still decided to go for it? I like that.” He says.

You nod not sure of what to say.

“What do you want to be when you get out of here? What are your goals?” He asks you breaking the silence.

“I want to be a high school teacher. Educate the future generations.” You say shyly as his smile grows bigger.

You smile back at him.

“Ah. Very admirable. A girl after my own heart.” He teases and you feel yourself blush at his praise.

You both lapse into silence and you feel your heart hammer against your chest. He is staring at you softly and you slowly reach out to play with the hem of your skirt, hands desperate to do something so you don’t reach out for him.

“I’m sorry for keeping you late Sir. I should let you go.” You say as you gather your things and almost miss the way his Adam’s apple bobs when you call him sir.

You don’t waste any time and make your way down the stairs, leaving Mr. Kim still in the seat watching you go.

“Y/N?” He calls back for you as you stop and turn to face him. He looks so nonchalant sitting there, and so incredibly handsome you bite your lip to stop yourself from saying something stupid.

“I'll speak to Mr. Min about your caseload and see if he can ease off a bit. He can be kind of a hardass.” He says as he stands up and stretches and you can’t help but sneak a peak when his cream-colored sweater rises to show a flash of taunt skin.

Fuck.

“Oh, Mr. Kim you don’t have to it’s okay.” You say flushed at his generosity as he makes his way towards you to gather his things.

“It’s okay I have to talk to him about something anyway. I won’t mention your name I’ll just tell him to lay off a bit.” He assures you as you nod.

You wish him a good night and make your way out of the classroom. Your hands grip the straps of your messenger bag tightly as you hurry across campus to your car. By the time you get into your car, you are sure the flush on your face is gone, but the butterflies in your stomach are fluttering around like crazy.

April.

The dreaded month of April.

April was prep for exam season and you were once again buried in your books. Spring was finally here and when it wasn’t raining buckets you spent your time outside, spreading your books on the picnic tables as you got to work catching up on things you had to finish before exams.

After your essay for Mr. Min, his class did seem to get easier. You never asked Mr. Kim about it, instead, you pretended to be oblivious about the whole thing though you did have a feeling a conversation was had because you noticed Mr. Min staring at you more than usual as he taught.

Every free hour was spent studying or revising or writing essays so you hardly had time to think of that day with Mr. Kim. How gorgeous he looked sitting across from you, and how his cream-colored sweater fit his body perfectly and showed off his sculpted chest and broad shoulders.

You only let these thoughts run ramped late at night, when the stress of the day caught up to you and you wondered what would happen if he did lean in and kiss you. How soft his full lips would feel against yours. Would he be soft with you or would he be in control and command you just as he did that first day when he walked into the room?

Often times you would let your hand wander into your underwear and you would circle your clit. Imagining it was his strong deft fingers instead of your own. You would imagine him pinning you against the wooden podium and pulling down your pants to finger you.

How his huge body would cage you in and how he would whisper dirty things in your ear, his voice low and gruff as he would prep you to take his cock.

Most times you could cum around your fingers thinking of him. Wondering what it would be like to have someone as tall and handsome as Mr. Kim fucking you.

The weather was getting even warmer and your stress was at an all-time high. At this point, you lived off coffee and would often take it to class with you as you worked.

Mr. Kim was going over the structure of your final exam and as much as you tried you were having a hard time keeping your eyes open. You had slept a total of three hours last night and his late-night classes were getting to you.

You fought your body as much as you could. Trying to take notes, trying to focus but before you knew it your eyes were shut and you were snoozing softly on your textbook, face smushed cutely into the cover.

Unbeknown to you Mr. Kim had been keeping a close eye on you since your private conversation and he caught you sleeping the moment your head rested on the textbook. He bit back a smile as he continued to address the class.

You had slept for half an hour. You were awoken by a strong hand lightly shaking your arm and you looked up to see Mr. Kim staring down at you, his lips curved in a smile as you blushed with embarrassment.

“Oh my god Mr. Kim I’m so sorry I just- I don’t even know what to say this is so embarrassing and I missed most of what you said about the exam and oh my god I can’t believe I fell asleep in class what’s wrong with me!” You babbled on as you frantically shoved all your stuff in your bag and avoided eye contact with him.

You were sure he was beyond mad. A student falling asleep in his class is super disrespectful.

“Y/N deep breaths please, I don’t want you hyperventilating in my class.” He teases you with a smile as you freeze and turn to look at him.

“I am so sorry!” You cry out as you bury your face in your hands and stare at the floor.

“It’s okay really.” He says as his hands circle your wrist to pry your hands away from your red face.

His big hands engulf your wrists and you let out a shaky breath as your mind goes haywire at his soft touches.

He is staring at you with concern written all over his face and you look around, once again the classroom is empty except for the two of you.

“It’s not Mr. Min this time I swear! It’s just exams and revisions and I want to keep my honor roll so I have to work hard I haven’t been sleeping much because of all the work and I’m so so sorry!” You blurt out eyes shifting from his sharp eyes to his plush lips that are still drawn up into a smile.

He catches you staring and cocks an eyebrow

You were really in trouble now.

“Y/N you have big dreams and it’s amazing how much you are taking on. Honestly when you told me your plan and the courses you are taking I was and am very impressed. You should be proud of yourself.” He says lowly. You glance down to see his hands are still holding your wrists steady and you wonder if he can feel your heartbeat pounding against your skin.

“Thank you.” You whisper out hearing your voice echo in the empty room.

“Being an almost University graduate can be stressful and challenging.” He starts as his thumb caresses your wrist and up into your palm.

You can’t help it, you bite your lip in anticipation as his fingers work your skin soothing you but also making your heart beat faster.

“It really is. I just want to graduate and be done.” You admit shyly as his sharp eyes are locked on yours.

“I totally understand that. I remember those days. I lived off coffee and ramen.” He admits standing up from his crouch to sit on the chair right next to yours, his thick thighs bumping against your knee as he lets go of your hands to get situated.

“Mind you I wasn’t trusted in the kitchen so my roommates did most of the ramen cooking.” He teases as you giggle.

He runs a hand through his hair and pushes it back from his forehead. The tension in the room is thick and you can’t stop staring at his lips, your mind flashing to two nights ago when you came around your fingers moaning his name.

He clasps his fingers together on the table and your eyes dart down to them. He grins when he catches you staring and you blush further.

“I guess what I want to say is it’s important to study hard but also important to take breaks when you need to. Stress can do major damage to the body.” Mr. Kim advises as you nod wordlessly at him.

“What do you do for fun? That’s not schoolwork? Do you have an outlet of some kind?” He asks softly.

You were sure it was wildly inappropriate to tell him that you orgasm to relieve stress so instead you tell him a little about yourself and your life.

How your parents live a ten-minute drive from the University so you never felt the need to stay on campus. How you like to take your dog on walks when the weather is nice and how he wears a little raincoat on days when it drizzles. You tell him about your friends and how you try to get together for movie nights but you all are so swamped with school you haven’t had time.

He listens intently and soon enough you realize you are blabbing so you shut up much to his dismay.

“You sound like you have good hobbies though maybe a balancing problem. You need to work hard but also play hard too. This is University after all that’s why people party so much to get rid of all the stress from teachers like me.” He says with a laugh as you laugh along beside him.

You explain how you did go to the parties in your first year but grew out of them and he nods along in understanding.

“I get that. And with being so close to the end I get you want to rush through and graduate to get it over with but you have to find outlets to relieve all the stress. Once you get into the workforce you’ll still have this stress and even though I’ll let it slide you fell asleep in my class the workforce won’t be so gracious.”

You nod along at his words as he adjusts himself in the seat, his knee bumping yours and sending your heart racing once more.

“I am truly sorry Mr. Kim I have never fallen asleep in a class before in my life.” You admit to him, brushing your hair behind your ears.

“Ah, so I must have been boring you.” He jests which has you protesting right away.

“No not at all! I would never think that of you!”

He smiles at your words and you push your knee into his as silent reassurance.

His eyes dart down to your lips and back up again and you smirk at him.

“So what you need to do is find an outlet for all that stress and built-up frustration. Some people choose to drink, but I think you might be over that, some people choose to lift weights or run. But there are…other options you know.” He says letting his voice dip dangerously low and you stare at him in shock when he winks at you.

Is he suggesting what you think he is suggesting?

Because if he is?

How the hell do you even say no to that?!

“I-uh. I’m not sure what you mean….sir.” You say putting on your best sultry voice and watching as a slow smirk appears on his face.

So he does mean what you think he means.

Well….wow.

“You know a lot of people have….experiences in University. Great time to get to know yourself and what you want…and like.” He hints as you push your knee boldly into his and his smirk grows wider.

The tension in the room is palatable at this point and you can almost feel the want radiating off both of your bodies.

You don’t want this flirting to end so you tease him some more, seeing how far you can take it.

“Oh, I already went through all that. Too bad University boys half the time don’t know what they are doing. Such a shame I have to do it myself.”

His eyes widen and his tongue darts out to lick at his dry lips. You wink back at him and feel him once again push his knee into yours with more force.

Your body is on fire when you lean in closer to him, letting his cologne cloud your senses.

“What a pity.” He almost growls out as you look up at him fluttering your eyelashes.

Boldly he unclasps his hands and places one on your knee, the same knee that is currently pressing into his under the table.

You let out a small gasp when his hand sneaks into the inside of your knee and his thumb caresses your other leg.

You wish with all your heart that today of all days you had chosen to wear a skirt instead of jeans but your skin is on fire as he traced fine lines into your jeans, eyes not leaving yours.

Neither of you speak as his hand climbs higher. The rational part of your brain is screaming for you to stop this because he is your professor, your teacher, your senior, but the horny part of your brain is begging his fingers to climb higher where he would for sure find you soaked for him.

Before you can do or say anything he squeezes your thigh and you let out a squeal of shock when his hand leaves you, before you know it he is standing up and making his way down the stairs back to the podium seemingly unbothered and unaffected by the whole thing.

You realize this is him dismissing you so you grab your things and make your way down the stairs. Trying to hide how aroused you are and how badly your pussy is aching for his touch.

When you make it to the podium, messenger bag slung over your shoulder he looks up at you and reaches out to hand you a little white card.

You see it's blank on one side but when you turn it over you see an address scrawled on the back.

His address?

“Pity University boys don’t know how to please a woman. As I said you need an outlet for all that stress. Friday night come to this address. Seven pm.”

Your eyes widen in shock

He was inviting you to his house?

“I- I don’t know what to say.” You admit still holding the card in your outstretched hand and as you stare him down.

“Show up or don’t your choice ultimately.” He says closing his laptop and packing up his things for the night.

“What if someone finds out? Or sees this card?” You ask him with a tilt of your head.

He chuckles softly.

“No one ever has before. I’m not too worried. But if you are… don’t show up. Shred the card.” He offers as he shoves stuff in his briefcase not bothering to look at you.

“You’ve done this before?” You ask hating how your voice sounds so scandalized. As if you weren’t egging him on the entire time.

“I think you know the answer to that Miss Y/N.” He says with a cock of his eyebrow as he places his briefcase down and finally locks eyes with you.

“I see the way you look at me. They all have the same look. The want. The desire. I’m just here to get a paycheck and maybe have some fun. Though I will forwarn you if you do show up you will be punished for sleeping in my class.” He adds with a smirk as you gasp.

“Balls in your court Y/N. And if you do tell anyone well you still have your final exam to write.” He says boldly.

Your mouth drops in shock.

“You're going to fail me if I don’t show up? Are you insane?” You cry out as he smiles down at you.

“If you don’t say a word regardless of whether you show up or not I won’t have to fail you. If it does get out, whether you show up or not…well.” He shrugs as an answer and you gasp at him.

You shouldn’t find this hot.

You really shouldn’t.

“Fine.” You bite back and his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Have a good night Miss Y/N,” he says gesturing at the door.

Friday you tell your parents you are going to a study group. You have no idea how long this will take or what will even happen so you tell them to not wait up.

The drive is about twenty minutes from your house and you are shaking in anticipation the entire way.

Of course, you didn’t tell a single soul. You knew Mr. Kim was true to his word and you didn’t want to put your grades in the balance so you kept the note hidden in your wallet and double triple checked it before you drove over.

The sun was just starting to set casting everything in a beautiful glow as your hands tapped on the steering wheel and you turned down a side street.

The weather was warm today so you opted for a pale blue sundress with small yellow flowers on it. You dug out your best bra and underwear and tied your hair up to keep it from your face.

Your tote was on the seat next to you filled with textbooks you would never open as you finally made your way to the address and the big house.

It was a two-story white house with white shutters and a long driveway with three separate cars parked. You decided to park on the road and you pulled out the card to double-check again as the door opened and you saw Mr. Kim standing there staring at you.

You never told him you were coming but you guess he was ready anyway because when you grabbed your things and closed the car door he was smiling at you.

He looked so different than how he did in the classroom but still drop-dead gorgeous. His blonde hair was pushed back from his face in his signature style, he was wearing a black tight shirt and grey tight sweatpants that had your mouth watering.

He looked so good.

It really wasn’t fair.

“Hi.” You said softly as you made your way to the door.

He smiled at you and quickly ushed your inside as you took in your surroundings.

The living room was a good size with a big couch and a TV. Of to the side, there was a galley kitchen and you smiled when you remembered he said he was a terrible cook. You saw a staircase off the kitchen and a small bathroom off the living room.

“Mr. Kim thank you for this.” You start but he shushes you with a finger pressed to your lips.

“Please. I’m Namjoon. We don’t need the professional titles here.” He says as you kick off your shoes timidly and he puts a hand on the small of your back to bring you over to the couch.

“Namjoon.” You say his name as he smiles down at you when you both sit.

“Exactly. Or you can call me sir if you're into that.” He teases with a smirk as you blush.

“I think you are the one who would like that…sir… I saw the way you reacted when I called you that.” You tease back suddenly feeling bold as you drop your bag on the hardwood floor.

“You little tease. And getting all dolled up just for me, You shouldn’t have.” He mutters as his fingers come to play with the small straps holding the dress up.

“Yeah, you like it?” You smirk, standing up and swishing your dress around, giving him a full view of your legs.

His hands grab your hips and he pulls you down on his lap as you straddle him staring at him with lust-blown eyes.

“You absolute tease.” He grumbles as his hands come to play with the straps once more, taking his time to pull them slowly down your shoulders and letting them hang.

“What do you want?” He asks staring up at you not daring to make another move until you answer his question.

“You.”

Without warning he leans forward and captures your lips in a searing kiss. You put your hands on his shoulders for support as you kiss him back.

His lips are just as soft as you imagined and you take your time with him, letting him control the kiss as he pushes his body into yours.

You feel his half-hard cock in his sweatpants and when you grind down on it a small moan leaves his mouth.

His hands run up and down your thighs and finally settle on your waist as he kisses you harder pushing his lips into yours and nibbling on your lower lip.

You moan at the feeling and his tongue darts in your mouth to rub against your tongue.

You rake your hands through his soft hair and grab the hair at the nape of his neck as you push your body into his, letting your breasts press into his chest and making more moans fall from his mouth.

This was hands down the hottest makeout session you have had and you start to feel yourself grind against him as pleasure courses through your body.

He pulls away and grins lazily up at you as you continue to rock your core against his now fully hard cock.

“Bend over my lap I promised I’d punish you, princess.” He says as you stare down at him and continue your grind on his cock, the sensation too good to stop.

“What if I don’t want to be punished?” You tease him as he rolls his eyes at you.

His hands grab your shoulders as he pushes you down on the couch and in a flash he has your dress hiked up so your ass is on display.

You moan out when you feel his strong hands massage your bare skin.

“Lacy underwear for me? You shouldn’t have,” He jokes as his hand comes down to smack your ass.

The sting causes you to close your eyes and you moan against the cushion when he continues to spank you, ranging from hard spanks to soft little taps.

Your pussy is throbbing at this point and you are almost humping the couch with how aroused you are. Namjoon isn’t letting up though and after ten spanks he is kneading the sensitive skin and praising you.

“Mr. Kim please!”You cry out.

“What did you call me?” He asks, delivering a sharp smack to your left and right buttcheek causing you to push your face into the cushion harder and moan out.

“Namjoon! Namjoon please!” You cry as he lifts you up and once again positions you on his lap. You can feel the hard ridge of his cock and you grind down on it some more.

“What do you want princess?” He asks massaging the skin he spanked raw as you bury your face in his shoulder, turned on beyond belief.

“You. I want you.” You beg out as he smirks and you lift your head.

You don’t waste time grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. You gasp when you are met with toned tan skin, broad shoulders, and a muscular chest.

“God Namjoon your body.” You whimper as you lean down to pepper kisses along his collarbones and chest, arching your back so you can reach more skin and have your core press harder into his cock.

“I could say the same about you.” He says lowly as he pulls the straps of your dress down to free your bra to his hungry eyes.

He quickly gets your bra off and his large hands come to cup your breasts. You throw your head back and moan as his thumbs flick over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure to your already-soaked core.

“God princess I can feel how needy you are, you're soaking my pants.” He says as you look down to see a stain forming on his crotch.

“That’s so fucking hot.” He admits as his hands continue to work your nipples and you continue to grind against his cock chasing your high.

“Princess you're so fucking wet for me I bet I could just slide in huh?” He says as his hands leave your breasts to run down the expanse of your stomach to the hem of your underwear

“Please. Joon. Fuck. Please.” You beg as his hand slips inside and your eyes roll back when he gathers your wetness and begins to circle your clit agonizingly slow.

“Use your words, princess.” He teases as he continues his slow torture on your clit. You throw your head back and grip his strong shoulders for support as you grind against his skilled hand.

“Want you to fuck me. Please, sir. Please.” You whine as he removes his hand and you watch as he licks his fingers clean, sharp eyes never leaving yours.

Your pussy pulses with want and a broken moan leaves your mouth.

“Gotta prep you, princess. Not to brag but I’ve been told I have a big cock. Don’t wanna break my girl before exams.” He teases as he taps your butt so you lift yourself and kneel on the couch giving him full access to your pussy as he pulls your underwear down and completely off leaving you in just your dress with nothing underneath.

He smiles up at you as his finger dips back into your underwear and he circles your clit again. You moan out and grip his shoulders when he inserts a finger inside of you.

You were right when you told him University boys didn’t know what they were doing

You had never experienced something like his before

And it never felt so good being right.

He took his time opening you up on his fingers. Adding another one and scissoring them, making beautiful whines and moans fall from your lips. You already felt close to the edge and when he curled his fingers upwards and thrusted deeper you let go.

Your body arched forward and you cried out his name as you orgasmed around his fingers. He chuckled darkly against your skin as you rode out your high. Feeling yourself pulse around his digits as he worked you through it.

Once you came down you straddled his lap once again and pressed your face into his chest letting your breathing even out as he stroked your hair and praised you for being so good for him.

“Please Namjoon.” You whined out as you pushed yourself up so you were face to face with him.

“Tell me, Princess. Tell your Professor what you want.” He says as you scoot back and stroke his cock through his sweatpants.

“Want you to fuck me Joon.” You beg as he wraps one hand around you to lift you and the other hand tugs at his sweats pulling them down so his hard cock is flush against his stomach.

He was right, his cock was big.

Thick and veiny, the tip was bright red and leaking precum down the shaft. You carefully wrapped a hand around his cock and began to slowly jerk him off, wanting to give him the pleasure he gave you.

“Princess you are too good at that.” He whines out when you twist your wrist at the top making his cock leak more precum.

“Princess you gotta stop I gotta get a condom.” He says as you stop your movements and giggle when he reaches for his wallet you didn’t even notice was on the coffee table and retrieves a condom from it.

Your pussy throbs in anticipation and right as he is about to roll the condom on the door bursts open.

Standing there is Mr. Min your psych teacher and you scream and bury your face in Namjoons shoulder as he looks unbothered by the whole thing.

“Jesus Joon on the couch?! Really? Thought we said bedrooms only!” Another voice says and you look up in time to see another male standing in the doorway. He is beautiful with slightly wavy brown hair and wide eyes, his features are soft giving him a look of unearthly beauty.

“Sorry, it just kind of happened,” Namjoon admits as you are still frozen in shock at the fact your other teacher is here watching the whole thing and seeming so chill about it.

“Mr. Min I’m so- I- shit I don’t know what to say.” You stammer as Mr. Min’s eyes lock on Namjoon’s in a harsh stare.

“You didn’t even tell her Joon? Jesus, do we have to do everything?” He asks as he comes around the couch and you push yourself closer to Namjoon in worry of what will happen.

“Listen Kitten. Come to my room when he’s done fucking you yeah? Up the stairs last door on the right.” He says pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your back as he walks away from the couch and smacks Namjoon on the back of his head.

“No more fucking on the couch or you’re going to pay the cleaning bill.” He says as he makes his way up the stairs.

Your heart is still hammering in your chest and you are frozen in absolute shock

What the fuck is going on?

“Why do you get her first?” The other man complains as Namjoon pushes his head into your shoulder and whines in embarrassment.

“Because I’m her teacher too. She has no idea who the fuck you are!” Mr. Min calls from the top of the stairs in a teasing tone.

The other man comes around the couch and grabs your hand to shake it with a big smile on his face.

“I’m Mr. Jung but you can call me Hobi. We’ve never met but I’m the performing arts teacher. Once these two buffoons are done with you come to my room. I’m the last door on the left.” He sends you a sultry wink and before you know it he is heading up the stairs as well and you are frozen in shock.

“What the fuck.” You whisper as Namjoon is groaning into your shoulder and you look down to see his cock softening between your bodies.

“I… Shit, they are right I should have explained things before we started.” He admits as he pushes his head back to stare at you.

“I’m so confused.” You admit still in shock.

“Yoongi, Um I guess he’s Mr. Min to you, Hobi, and I were roommates at University. After we graduated we couldn’t afford housing alone so we decided to rent a big house and live together. We all work at the same place so it just made sense. Anyway, we found that there are…students who take an interest in us beyond academics and figured why the hell not? We are young and if we want them and they want us and it’s consensual…” His voice trailed off and you nodded.

“Anyway, sometimes we share our students and sometimes we keep them to ourselves. When I talked to Yoongi about how he was stressing out my students he admitted he had an eye for you, but so did I. So we agreed to share as long as I got you first. Hobi is…well he’s Hobi he’s not picky and usually is down for anything. You don’t have to do anything with them if you don’t want to. You can let me fuck you and walk out this door. It won’t affect your grade with Yoongi at all. I should have told you sooner, as soon as you got here but you in that dress…good god I had to get my hands on you.” He says running his hands up and down your hips as you whine and grind against him.

“Again you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You can walk out the door right now, write your exams, and never see any of us again. Your choice princess.” He says.

You shake your head at him and slide off his lap.

You see his face fall.

And quickly turn to shock when you lower yourself down to the floor and engulf his soft cock in your warm mouth.

Namjoon grunts and grabs your hair that has started to fall out of your ponytail to keep it away from your face as you suck him down, loving the feeling of his cock starting to harder in your mouth.

You suck and bob your head as your tongue dances over the sensitive flesh.

“Fuck! Is that a yes then?” Namjoon pants above you as his hands tighten in your hair and force you to look up at him.

“Have sex with the three hottest teachers on campus? I’d be stupid to say no to that.” You tease as you jerk off his quickly hardening cock and get off your knees to get back on his lap and kiss him.

His hands tangle in your hair as he frees it from your ponytail and you kiss him wildly. Your tongues and teeth clash as you feel his now fully hard cock press into your abdomen.

“Fuck me Joon. Please.” You cry out as his hand comes down to spank your ass once more.

“Are you just saying that ‘cause you wanna rush to Yoongi?” He teases as he finally rolls the condom on his cock.

“Nah you made me wait a whole semester. If I wait any longer I’m gonna explode.” You admit as he positions his cock at your entrance and teases your folds with the tip.

“Well, I won’t make my princess wait any longer then.” He says as he inches his cock inside of you.

The sting is immediate and you bury your face in his shoulder as he pushes himself in inch by inch until he is fully sheathed inside of you, his large hands coming up to hold your hips steady and give you time to adjust to his length.

“God I made you cum and your still tight.” He grits out as it’s taking everything in him not to immediately thrust inside of you.

You take your time and slowly move your hips back and forth. His hands grip your sides harshly and he hisses every time you move.

You know he is being a gentleman and waiting for you to adjust and it makes you smile.

“Joon. Move.” You plea as he begins to thrust into you shallowly letting your body get used to the feeling of being stuffed with cock.

You let out a moan when he starts to pick up speed. Your hands rest on his shoulders and you use your legs to fuck yourself on his cock as he picks up the pace and is fucking you rather harshly.

The noise is obscene and you wonder if the other men can hear how Namjoon is fucking you. It makes your pussy clench and Namjoon lets out a hiss as he tilts his hips and pushes his cock deeper inside of you to hit your g spot.

You are moaning above him, hands holding onto his for dear life and feeling the coil of pleasure get tighter and tighter.

He must understand because one hand leaves your hip to come and circle your clit and a high whine leaves your mouth as you feel yourself get closer to the edge.

Namjoon once again picks up the pace and fucks into you harder and you capture his lips in a kiss and before you can warn him you are flying off the edge and cumming hard around his cock.

You whine against his mouth as you ride out your second high of the night and Namjoon fucks you through it. His hand leaves your clit and he continues to pound into you bringing you to the brink of overstimulation before he groans into your neck and cums hard into the condom.

You cry out when you feel his cock twitch deep inside of you and his thrusts become erratic as he works himself through his own high.

You slump your body against his and let your breathing settle as he does the same.

His hands still have a vice-like grip on your hips and when he finally releases them you look down to see they are slightly red.

You grin.

“That was wow.” He says pushing his sweaty hair back from his face as you grin at him feeling euphoric.

“I agree.” You say with a smile as you climb off his lap and try to stand, only to have your legs shake and your body nearly tumbles into the couch.

Namjoon steadies you and takes the condom off his softening cock and ties it up throwing it in a garbage nearby.

You pull the straps of your dress up and search for your bra and underwear but Namjoon stops you.

“Don’t bother, save the others the trouble of taking it off again.” He says which has you gasping.

“Remember you always have a choice. You can walk out the door now or go to Yoongi.” He says as you lean against the couch and smooth everything down trying to at least look presentable.

“You know my answer Joon,” you say as you raise your eyebrows at him.

He stands up and pulls up his underwear and sweatpants. Without warning he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You squeal in delight as he carries you up the stairs and to the last door on the right. He kicks it open with his foot and you find Yoongi hunched in a desk chair working on something on a laptop. His hair is messy under big headphones and he looks up with a slow smirk when Namjoon deposits you on his bed.

“Special delivery. No bra or underwear just a skimpy sundress. You’re welcome.” He teases as he winks at you and closes the door.

Now you are left alone with Yoongi having no idea what to expect.

“Did Namjoon fill you in?” He asks taking off his headphones and saving whatever he was working on.

“Yeah, he did.” You say suddenly breathless at the prospect of getting fucked…again.

“And did he take good care of you? Namjoon is the youngest of the three of us. Gotta make sure we trained him well.” Yoongi says as he rolls his chair over to sit at the foot of the bed, eyes roving over your disheveled appearance.

“Yes Sir.” You say watching Yoongi smirk at you as his hands trace small circles on your legs.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as his fingers take their time with your bare skin.

“Good. A little sore. Namjoon spanked me. But overall good.” You admit as your eyes are glued to his long fingers which are climbing slightly higher with each stroke.

“Why did he spank you kitten? Were you bad?” He mutters lowly as his hands come to your knees to part your legs.

You sit up for him and scoot your butt to the very edge of the bed and let your legs fall open. You hike your dress around your hips and give him a full view.

Yoongi’s eyes darken.

“I have this teacher called Mr. Min. He gave me so much homework I stayed up all night completing it and hardly slept. I fell asleep in Joon’s class so he had to punish me.” You tease as you watch Yoongi’s hands trail higher and higher on your skin.

His cheeks are flushed and his brown hair is falling into his eyes as he watches his hands caress your skin.

“Ah well if it were me I’d do the same thing. Naughty girls get punished.” He says giving your upper thighs a soft smack as you whine.

You start to pout but just as you stick your bottom lip out, he leans forward to kiss you.

You plant your hands on his jean-clad thighs as you lean forward to kiss him back. His lips are soft as he presses them to yours. You flutter your eyes closed and focus on the sensation of his good his lips feel against yours.

You feel your core throb with arousal and you push your lips harder into his, loving the way he grunts against you and tangles his hands in your hair.

You spend awhile just kissing and testing the waters and soon enough Yoongi pulls away and his eyes are dark, clouded with lust and you can see an obvious bulge in his jeans.

“Can I suck your cock?” You ask as you stand up and stare at him.

“Namjoon didn’t let you suck him off?” Yoongi asks as he stands up and takes your spot on the bed. He throws you a pillow to kneel on and you take your spot between his legs palming at his bulge eagerly.

“I mean he did but hardly. Think he was too excited to fuck me.” You admit as Yoongi lets out a quiet laugh and your hands come to pop the button of his jeans open and tug the zipper down. His eyes widen when you see his cock straining against his dark boxers.

“I don’t blame him,” Yoongi mumbles as he pushes his hair back from his face to look down at you kneeling on the floor between his legs.

A sight he wants to commit to memory.

You slowly pull his jeans down and he helps you kick them off. You take in the sight of him, already looking fucked out and you hardly touched him.

“What were you working on when Joon dropped me off?” You ask as you bring your hand up to palm at his erection.

“M-Music. I make music on the side.” He admits as you push your palm into his cock and soak in the moans that are falling from his lips.

“Hard ass Mr. Min makes music on the side? That’s cool.” You tease as his eyes snap open and he stares you down dangerously.

“What did you call me?” He asks in a low voice as you hook your hands into his boxers and he lifts his hips to assist you with pulling them off.

“A hardass? Come on you knew that already.” You tease letting your hands run up and down his hard shaft, smearing the pre-cum all over it as his eyes threaten to flutter closed again.

Before he can reply you lean forward and wrap your lips around his cockhead causing him to moan and lace his fingers tightly through your hair.

You take your time sucking him, loving the feeling of your tongue lapping up his precum and loving even more that you are making big bad intimidating Min Yoongi fall apart.

You slowly take him in deeper and smirk when he grips your hair harder and bucks his cock into your mouth.

You bring your hand up to work in tandem with your mouth and you hollow out your cheeks and continue to suck him.

He throws his head back and whines as you take him deeper. By the time you get his cock down and your nose is brushing against his neatly trimmed pubes, Yoongi has his hands laced through your hair and is grunting above you.

He tastes salty on your tongue and your eyes water when your gag reflex kicks in but you do everything you can to relax your throat and swallow around him.

Rough hands tug at your hair as he pries you off his cock and you look up at him with tearful eyes, as a string of spit is still connected from your mouth to his very red cockhead which is slowly leaking more precum.

“Kitten you are far too good at that.” He complements as you smile up at him and he leans forward to grab your arms to help you up.

You stand on shaky knees as Yoongi grabs you and pushes you down on the bed. You let out a squeal of delight as he flips you onto your back. He hikes up your sundress and lets it pool around your midsection as he eyes your still-soaked core.

“You’re still all puffy for me Kitten.” He comments as one finger comes to trace at your clit and you whine and buck your hips into his hand.

“Mmm Yoongi.” You moan letting your eyes close as he teases your clit with the tip of his finger, his eyebrows scrunched up in concentration and his tongue darts out to lick at the corner of his mouth.

“What do you want kitten"?” He asks plunging a finger inside of you making your body arch off the bed and your hands come to grip the sheets below.

“You. I want you Yoongi. Real bad.” You cry out as he adds another finger without warning and begins to take his time opening you up.

“You already got fucked by one man now you want another so soon. You're such a greedy kitten.” He purrs reaching up to kiss and suck at your neck.

You tangle your hands in his hair and let the sensation of his soft lips on your heated skin take over.

He takes his time plunging his fingers inside of you and stretching you out. You felt like you didn’t need stretching out after Namjoon’s cock but you weren’t about to say anything as Yoongi’s fingers felt like magic.

“Wanna come around my fingers?” He asks as his lips are still sucking at your neck and you are grinding your butt down to meet his thrusts, fucking yourself on his long fingers.

“Would rather cum on your cock.” You admit as his head snaps up and his eyes meet yours. His eyes are dark and lustful and when he pulls his fingers out he licks at them taking his time cleaning them and leaving you whining out on the bed.

“Kitten doesn’t know how to use her words.” Yoongi teases as he sees your frustration but still takes his sweet time.

You frown at him.

“Kitten did use her words you just chose to ignore them.” You fire back which causes Yoongi to pounce on you, resting his whole body weight on yours as you feel his cock press against your center.

“Did you just talk back to me?” He growls as he grabs the base of his cock and runs it through your folds.

“Sorry, Sir. Guess I’m just impatient. You like to take your sweet time.” You answer back not bothering to hide your attitude as Yoongi’s hand wraps around your throat.

Your eyes bulge when he squeezes it and you let out a choked moan when he stares you down with an intensity that has your core throbbing.

His hand tightens on your neck, pressing into your pulse which has it racing against his fingertips. You flutter your eyes closed but with his free hand, he lightly slaps your cheek.

“Look at me when I speak to you. Naughty Kitten comes into the lion’s den to get fucked by three different men. Now she thinks she can sass back to a man who holds her future in his hands. I could fail you right now if I want to. I could squeeze your throat until you passed out. I could throw you up against a wall and fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week. “

Your eyes roll in the back of your head at his words.

“Now are you going to behave or am I going to add to the spankings you already received? Hmm? Gonna drop that attitude yet or still think your hot shit around here.” He growls out as his fingers start to ease on your throat and you expand your lungs taking in as much air as you can.

“Sorry, Sir. I’ll behave.” You say softly as Yoongi smiles down at you and presses soft sweet kisses to your neck, soothing the area he just had his hand wrapped around.

He slowly gets off the bed and reaches over to the nightstand where he pulls out a foil packet. He opens it and rolls it down his hard cock, jerking himself off as he goes.

You watch him work his cock with nimble fingers and soon enough he is on top of you again positioning his cock at your entrance.

“Let me know if it’s too much.” He says softly as he slips his cockhead inside and begins to inch in slowly.

You can’t help but whine when he finally gets all the way in. His hips are flush against yours and you both breathe heavily at the sensation.

He stares down at you with hair falling into his eyes and slowly presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow and sweet and the complete opposite of how he choked you earlier. You tangle your hands into his hair and give your body time to adjust.

This time it doesn’t take your body long to adjust and you start to wiggle your hips to give him the signal to move.

“You good Kitten?” He asks pulling away to stare at you.

And what a sight you were.

Hair splayed out on his pillow, eyes blown wide, and cheeks dusted with a pretty blush.

"Please.” You beg as Yoongi begins to thrust inside of you shallowly, slowly picking up the pace as he goes.

His hands are on either side of your head holding himself up as he fucks into you. You tear your eyes away from his gorgeous face to see his biceps bulging and you moan out his name.

The sound of slapping skin, grunts, and moans fill the room and you shift down to meet Yoongi’s every thrust.

But something is missing. You want more.

“Yoongi please.” You cry out when he thrusts into you harder and his cock hits that spot inside of you that has your toes curling and your lips parting in an obscene moan.

“Again Kitten use your words. Did we teach you nothing? Fuck.” He cries out as he tilts his hips to get a better angle deep inside of you.

“Choke me. Please fuck. Yoongi.” You beg as your hands come up to claw at his back.

He stops his movements. Completely stills and you whine at the loss of friction.

“You…sure?” He asks staring down at you with eyes wide. Like he couldn’t believe you had just said that.

“Please.” You beg as Yoongi smirks and slips out of you.

You let out a frustrated noise as he positions himself at the foot of the bed and taps his bare lap, signaling you to come over and ride his cock.

“Can’t hold myself up and choke you kitten. You have to decide.”

You scramble to the end of the bed and sink down on his cock. He feels so much deeper in this position and when his hand comes up to your neck you let out a moan and feel your eyes flutter closed.

“Fuck your a vision like this with my cock stuffing your pussy and my hand around your throat.” He mutters as you use his cock and begin to ride him.

He has one hand on the bed holding himself up and the other is around your neck.

You are seeing stars, absolute stars. The pleasure from his hand around you slightly choking you and the feeling of his cock stuffing you full has you riding him harder, chasing the high you so desperately craved.

Yoongi pushes a little harder on the sides of your neck and you're a goner. You arch your back up and feel the pleasure that was building and building finally crescendo into an orgasm that punches the air out of your lungs, or maybe that was the fact Yoongi was still fucking up into you wildly and his hand was still wrapped around your throat.

“My pretty Kitten cumming with my cock stuffed inside her and my hand around her pretty neck, fuck you are so hot. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.” He blabbers as he chases his own high and is soon cumming inside of you. His hand leaves your throat to steady himself on the bed so you both don’t topple forward and hit the floor.

You let him ride out his high as you come down from yours. He buries his face in your shoulder and grunts low and dangerous as he finally stills his hips.

He slowly shifts you up and off his lap, plopping you on the bed and standing up so he can crack open a window.

The whole room reeks of cum and sex and you flop back down on his bed putting a hand on your chest to feel your heart beating rapidly.

Yoongi pulls up his boxers and fishes around in his drawers for some looser pants pulling them over his legs before he sits down beside you.

He shoots you a rare smile and you smile back at him.

“So I’m not actually going to fail your class am I?” You tease breaking the silence as he giggles and you smile at him.

“Nah that was a heat of the moment thing. You are top of my class I would have no way of failing you.” He admits and you sit up and stare at him.

“Wait really? I’m top of the class? I…wow. I didn’t expect that.” You say shyly as he messes up his hair and smirks at you.

“How? You actually show up. You hand in assignments. You work hard. There is no reason you shouldn’t be top of my class.” He says and you flush at his praises.

“Even if a teacher had to come to talk to me and tell me to lay off a little bit.” He says with a teasing tone.

“He told me he wouldn’t say specifically who!” You say with a laugh rolling your eyes to the ceiling.

“He didn’t say it was you specifically but I could tell you were working yourself to death and needed a break. Or a release.” He says wiggling his eyebrows as you smack his arm.

Before you can answer there is a knock at the door and you pull your dress down and smooth it out as Hobi appears.

“Ah just in time,” Yoongi says as he smiles up at his friend.

“I know I heard you fucking her.” He grumbles as he leans against the door frame and you take him in.

The other two you were familiar with, but Hobi was a stranger so you took your time.

Your eyes roved his lean dancer’s body and how he leaned up against the door frame and crossed his arms with ease. He looked intimidating except for the small smile on his face.

“Only if you want to Kitten. You can walk out of here now. Your choice.” Yoongi reminds you.

“I don’t want to pressure you but I’m so fucking hard right now,” Hobi admits with a bite of his lips which has you standing up on shaky legs.

In two long strides, he reaches you and holds you steady against his strong frame.

“What did you do to her? She can hardly stand.” He accuses as Yoongi smirks and grabs a sweater on the floor, throwing it over his head and making his way back over to his desk and opening his laptop.

“Have fun kitten.” He says as he winks at you and puts his headphones over his ears.

Hobi leads you out into the hall and you take a shaky breath staring up at his beautiful face.

“Only if you want to.” He says shyly and you nod.

“Words please.” He says crossing his arms and staring you down.

“Yes. I want to. Though I might be extra sore.” You say with a grimace as you feel how tired your legs are and how your ass still stings from Namjoon’s earlier spanks.

Hobi grabs your hands and leads you to his room across the hall. You enter and take in the bright walls and decor and the big bed in the middle.

You can’t help yourself as you flop down on his bed and curl up in a ball. You take in the smell of his bed sheets and you sigh as he comes to sit next to you.

“You don’t have to baby. Seriously I want this to be good for both of us.” He says massaging your back as you peek up to look at him.

“Sorry Hobi I want to. God, I want to. It’s just the last two were…intense.” You admit suddenly feeling shy when he rolls you onto your back and stares down at you.

“How about we take it slow? Let me massage you and we will see where it leads hmm?” He asks and before you can answer he rolls you onto your stomach and his long fingers begin to massage the back of your legs.

You close your eyes and rest your cheek on his bed as he gets to work. He takes his time applying pressure to your sore muscles, digging his thumbs in where he feels like you need a little more pressure being respectful the whole time, and not letting his hands trail too high up your body.

You let out a whine when he massages a particularly sore spot and you spread your legs for him wider, letting his hands dance over the skin of your inner thighs.

“God baby you’re so tight.” He mutters as his hands travel down your calves and back up again earning a broken moan from you.

“So dance teacher huh?” You ask as he continues to work your muscles this time his hand inches high on your hamstrings and you push your face into the mattress at the feeling.

“Yeah, I’ve always loved dance and music and I had some teachers change my life and the way I see dance so I decided I wanted to be just like them. I love what I do.” He says softly as his fingers dig into your flesh and you feel yourself start to relax.

“How come I’ve never seen you on campus?” You ask voice muffled by his sheets as his hands continue to work your right and left leg.

“The dance studio is the furthest away from your building. We are the complete opposite sides of campus. Can’t have us blaring our music and having fun while you are trying to study for a test.” He teases as he gives you a small smack on the ass causing you to jolt and let out a pained whine.

He lifts the skirt of your dress and stares down at the red marks Namjoon left behind. His skilled hands massage the tender flesh and you let out another satisfied moan.

“T-True. But might be nice you know, to see you guys perform, might take away some stress.” You admit as his hands still wander your butt cheeks.

“I thought that’s what we were doing here?” He teases as you crane your neck to look at him and he flashes you a toothy smile.

His hands come to your hips to flip you over to your back. You stare up at his beautiful face and lean yourself up on your elbows capturing his lips in a kiss.

His hands cradle your head and hold you steady as he kisses you back. You feel blissed out as just like the others he takes his time exploring your mouth and pushing his lips into yours.

The kisses are slow and sweet, with no urgency just two people taking their time to get to know each other.

You shift so you are kneeling on the bed and you run your fingers through his dark hair and he sighs happily against your mouth.

You let your hands explore his hair, moving down to his neck and exploring his body.

You grab the hem of his shirt and your lips part so you can pull it off of him.

You press soft kisses to his neck and collarbones and smile against his skin when he throws his head back and whines.

You take your time with his body, kissing every freckle or mole you find as he holds your hair back and allows you to explore.

You stop at the hem of his loose-fitting pants and you can already see a sizeable bulge which causes you to giggle.

"So eager.” You tease as you lean up to capture his lips again and palm at his hard cock. He whines in your mouth as you push your palm into him and make sure to grind against his cockhead.

“You have no idea what it was like. Having to sit in this room and hear Namjoon and Yoongi fuck you. Torture.” He admits as you continue to palm him through the material.

“Did you like hearing how good I was getting fucked?” You say to him as you dance your fingers along his cock which is straining against the material, when you give him a squeeze you realize he is not wearing anything underneath and you gasp.

“Had to take them off. I was so fucking hard my cock needed some room. Didn’t wanna jerk off in case I came. The noises you make. Fuck Y/N I know why Namjoon picked you.” Hobi admits as you pull his pants down and watch as his cock smacks up against his toned stomach.

You take your time circling the base of his cock with your hand and he buries his face in your shoulder and whines at your touch.

You feel yourself start to get wet but you want to take your time and focus on him, he needs this more right now.

“If I make you cum now would you be able to still fuck me?” You ask as you begin to jerk him off, applying just the right amount of pressure and smearing his precum down his aching shaft.

“I-fuck-” He says as you flick your wrist at the top and watch as he bites his lip burying his face into your shoulder harder.

“Words please.” You say with a smirk as he pulls away and stares you down.

“I can tell you have been with Joon and Yoongi. I know I’m too pent up to fuck you right now I probably wouldn’t last. So yes. Please. Make me cum and I’ll fuck you.” He says as you nod and begin to stroke him harder.

He leans up to pull you in for a searing kiss and you tighten your grip on his cock which has him moaning against your mouth.

His hands are tangled wildly in your hair and you continue to jerk his cock harder and faster until he can no longer kiss you and instead is just moaning and whining against your swollen lips.

When you run your thumb under the head of his cock his hips jerk, fucking himself into your fist.

He continues to snap his hips forward and back, using your hand as his own personal fuck toy and you let him, loving the way he throws his head back making his hair push back from his sweaty forehead and the way the veins in his neck strain against his skin.

“Gonna cum for me?” You growl as you watch his eyes flutter open and he nods.

“Cum all over my hand Hobi. Come on now. Be a good boy and cum.” You demand and he loses it.

His body convulses forward and he buries his head back into your shoulder as he cums. Ropes of hot cum coat your fist as you let him work himself through it. He is still fucking up into your tight fist and when he finally stops you release his cock and begin to lap at the cum he left behind.

“Fuckkkk.” He groans out as he watches you lick and suck the cum up, his taste exploding in your mouth as you take your time, keeping your eyes locked on his as you finish the job and completely clean yourself.

“How are you real? Holy fuck how are you real?” He whines out as you smirk at the way his jaw is dropped and his eyes are blown wide.

You smile at him as you drop down on his bed and lie on your back, your knees starting to get sore from all the kneeling you had to do.

Hobi smirks and crawls off the bed, his hands grab at your hips and he pulls you to the very edge of the bed and kneels on the floor. Your eyes widen when his hands come to your knees and he flips up the skirt of your dress and prys your legs open as he gets comfortable between them.

“Gonna eat you out.” He mutters as he places hot kisses on your thighs and you spread them open wider for him.

When his mouth finally gets to your core you are almost shaking on the mattress. He laps at your clit and begins to swirl his tongue around it making you see stars.

Your hands grip the sheets below as you bring your legs up to wrap around his back caging him in place.

He chuckles against your core and continues to suck and lick at your clit, you can hear the wetness of his tongue lapping at your wetness and it makes your pussy pulse.

His tongue runs up and down your slit and he buries his face into your core causing his strong nose to bump against your clit sending you arching off the bed and a broken moan falling from your lips

His hands hold onto your thighs keeping you steady as he licks and sucks, pressing harder and working faster as you feel your orgasm start to build in your lower stomach.

You are squirming on the sheets and his name is falling out of your mouth in a prayer as he works harder and sucks up everything you are giving him

“Ho-Hobi stop you gotta stop.” You cry out as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Not wanting to fall off too soon.

“Baby your sopping wet for me.” He says as his head pops up between your legs and you see his lips shiny with your arousal, some is even leaking down his chin, and you swear it’s the hottest sight you have ever seen.

“Want you to fuck me Hobi.” You say as you sit up and watch him get up from the floor. His cock is once again rock hard against his stomach and he smiles at you.

He grabs a condom and rolls it onto his cock, pumping himself a few times as he leans down on the bed.

“How do you want me?” He asks as you sit up and close your legs giving him room to sit next to you.

“However you want. I just don’t think I can ride you. I think my legs will literally fall off.” You say with a laugh as Hobi eyes you mischievously.

“Did you ride both Joon and Yoongi?”

You nod.

“Don’t they know there are other positions to choose from? Fuck no wonder you are tired.” He says sitting on the bed beside you and stroking your knee in a comforting way.

“Well Joon I didn’t mind but with Yoongi we had to….for…reasons.” You say blushing at the memory of his hand wrapped around your neck.

“Reasons?” He asks with a cock of his eyebrow.

“He um..was choking me. Consensually of course!” You reply as you choose to stare at the floor instead of Hobi’s surprised face.

“Kinky.” He says with a soft giggle as you face him and smile shyly.

“Okay how about this lay against the headboard feet flat on the bed, I’ll do all the work baby.” He says patting you as you follow his instructions.

You spread your legs as Hobi crawls up the bed towards you. He places his hands on the headboard to hold himself steady and is on his knees running his cock through your folds.

You let out a broken whine and his eyes snap to yours in concern.

“I’m okay just…sensitive.” You admit already knowing that having a third cock inside of you in a short span of time will only make the soreness worse.

“I’ll go easy baby.” He says as he uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips even more and he slides his cock in.

Hobi is just as big as the others and even though you have lost track of how many times you have cum you can still feel a slight stretch as he bottoms out.

You close your eyes and scrunch your face, letting your body get used to the sensation as he stills and gives you time to adjust.

“Fuck you are so wet inside. Your soaking my cock baby. So fucking wet. And all for me.” He mutters in your ear causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

He starts to thrust shallowly inside of you and you bring your knees closer to your chest giving him more access to your core as he starts to pound into you with force.

Hobi is skilled with his hips and you can see why he would be a good dancer, he alternates from wild thrusting to burying his cock deep inside of you and grinding his hips causing his cock head to brush against your g-spot.

Hobi holds your legs open almost bending you in half and giving his cock room to go deeper inside of you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach but your eyes are too heavy to open right now so you take deep breaths and focus on the sensation.

The view you are missing is immaculate.

Hobi’s hips are thrusting deep inside of you and his head is thrown back in pleasure. His hair is sweaty and stuck to his forehead and his lips are sucked into his mouth as he works on bringing you over the edge.

You feel the coil of pleasure start to tighten and you know you are close.

Hobi is so good and once he gets into a rhythm he starts thrusting erratically making you shake on the bed and whine out his name.

Your eyes are screwed shut when you cum. Crying out his name in a broken moan that is ripped from your lungs. You want to cry from the feeling of having another orgasm as euphoria washes over you. It is too much and not enough at the same time and you feel tears slip out of your eyes when he continues to work his cock deep inside of you chasing his high.

“One more baby can you give me one more?” He asks in a desperate tone as his thrusts become erratic and you hold onto his shoulders for dear life as the overstimulation is almost painful.

“Ho-Hobi please please it’s too much… fuck!” You cry when his hand comes down to circle your clit and you feel your walls clamp down on his cock.

“Want you to cum with me can you do that baby. Come on one more on my cock.” He says breathlessly as you quickly reach the edge one more time and you cry out and feel your walls pulse against his cock which twitches and cums deep inside of your pussy.

He has his cock buried all the way in and is panting above you as you both ride out your highs.

When you finally come down the soreness in your body takes over and you slump against the headboard.

He pulls out of you and tosses the condom and leaves you spread eagle on the bed. You don’t mind though you are too worried about trying to force air back into your lungs after that intense orgasm.

Faintly you hear running water and you open your eyes to see Namjoon standing there leaning against the door frame with his hands tucked into his pockets.

He changed out of his clothes into soft green pj pants and a big baggy sweater, the hood was thrown over his messy hair and he stared at you affectionately.

“Come on princess we have to get you cleaned up now.” He says as he enters the room and walks over to Hobi’s window throwing it open to air out the room.

You groan and bury your face in the pillows, the last thing you want to do is stand up right now.

“Come on I got you.” He says softly as he scoops you in his arms like you weigh nothing and you bury your face in his soft sweater as he carries you towards the source of the running water.

The bathroom lights are dimmed and you see Yoongi is already there testing the water with his finger. Namjoon sets you down on shaky legs and you look around at the three men standing in the bathroom, all of them grinning at you.

Namjoon slowly slips the straps of your dress down and he lets it pool at your ankles. You step out of it as Hobi holds you up and helps you into the warm bath.

You sink into the warm water and let out a content sigh as Hobi and Yoongi leave the room, leaving you with Namoon who is still staring at you affectionately.

“Take as long as you need Princess. Towels are over there and there is a change of clothes on the vanity. It’s our stuff so it might not perfectly fit but it will do.” He says with a dimpled smile.

“Yoongi is making some food so take your time we will bring it up to you.” He says softly as he closes the door.

You inhale the lavender scent of the bubble bath and you sigh and sink deeper in the water, hoping it will ease some of the ache in your legs.

You flutter your eyes closed and aren’t sure how long you are laying there when the door cracks open and Yoongi is there with a plate of noodles that smell wonderful.

He places it on a mini folding table and leaves the room again, giving you time to eat in peace.

You spend a total of forty minutes in the bath and as you dry off and throw on the soft sweatpants and sweater someone knocks on the door and you see Namjoon standing there again.

“How do you feel princess?” He asks still leaning against the door frame as you let your hair down and throw the hood of the sweater over your messy hair.

“Relaxed. And so sleepy.” You admit as he comes behind you and hugs you, letting his chin rest on your shoulder.

“You did amazing tonight princess. So good for us. It’s pretty late so if you want to crash here we have a spare room. Or if you're comfortable you can sleep next to one of us. Or if you want to go home you can. Your choice.” He says as he raises his head to stare at both of your reflections in the mirror.

“Wanna sleep next to you Joon? Is that okay?” You say feeling small and safe in his arms.

He shoots you a smile as he takes your hands and leads you to his bedroom. The small bedside lamp is on and you see the duvet already rolled down. He assists you over to the bed as your legs are still shaky and he helps you get under the covers.

He crawls in on the other side and flicks off the lamp casting the room in darkness as he comes behind you to spoon you, his hands holding you flush against him.

“What time is it anyway?” You ask craning your neck to look out his window where you can see a small sliver of the moon illuminated in the sky.

“Almost eleven.” He replies as you gasp.

You didn’t think that much time had passed.

“Time flies when you're being fucked.” He teases as you smack his arm and he laughs, face buried in your neck.

“You should give me bonus marks on the exam for dealing with your terrible jokes.” You grumble as he is still chuckling behind you.

“Maybe I will.” He says as you can hear his voice drop a couple of octaves, he must be as tired as you are.

“Night Mr.Kim.” You tease pushing your butt back so it’s flush against his cock as he groans low in your ear.

“Goodnight Miss Y/N”

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NEW WORKOUT PLAN

trainer!namjoon x fem!reader

in which... your new trainer is hot, you're horny, and it's past closing hours

warnings: pwp, smut, use of the word "slutty", this is rlly short so be ready for a fast pace, im imagining a chubbier reader but the fic is for everyone !!!

an: just a little drabble, i was listening to the college dropout and the new work out plan played, it inspired me ;)

when your trainer walks in, you swear the world stops for a second

you just joined a new gym, it's marketing said it was rigorous and had the top trainers in the country working to get people in shape. so when a 6'2, bulky, handsome man walks into your assigned training room and says he'll be helping you work out for the next few months with the sweetest smile on his face, should you really be as surprised and horny as you are?

your first day is extremely embarrassing, you swear the universe cursed you to be the most unflexable person on earth. but your trainer, namjoon, says it's all right with a small smile and proceeds to lay you out on the ground and help you stretch. his big arms grab your thighs and pull them back until your knees hit your chest and fuck, you pray to the highest power that you aren't leaking through your tight little leggings.

"you are so tense, is everything alright?" he asks with a concerned look on his face. the hands on your thighs go higher and start gently massaging your calves as an attempt to get you to relax. it does quite the opposite. you can't tell if he's teasing you on purpose or if he is just that oblivious.

"n-no i'm fine namjoon.. i just don't stretch a lot, that's all!" you say with a tremble in your voice, trying to hold back a pleasured moan from the way he's touching you. he lets out a noise of understanding and starts bending you more.

"if that's the case then we should probably spend a lot of time stretching in our first few sessions," he looks down at you and smiles, "i don't want you to accidentally hurt yourself because you haven't stretched." the look on your face after he said that must have been very amusing, because he had to lower his head to let out a chuckle.

namjoon is an excellent trainer. he insists on doing the workouts alongside you "to make it fair" but it honestly just makes things a lot worse. by the end of the workout his voice is breathier, there's a shine of sweat all over him, and the image of a big man dripping sweat and saying your name alongside praises of "keep it up, you're doing so well" leaves you in more of a debauched state than you should be in after a work out.

by the end of the first month you're sore and very sexually frustrated. you've been trying to seduce him in any way possible, wearing the tightest work out gear you own, blinking up at him with eyes that scream "please fuck me!" any time that you can, you really give props to namjoon for being so respectful and proper during your sessions. but every once in a while his polite persona will break and he'll look at you like he wants to devour you right in there in the training room. but it will quickly go back to normal, leaving you a horny mess.

the closest you think you came to him fucking you was the yoga day, you purposely wore shorts that made your ass look amazing. he told you to do the downward dog position and you swear you heard a quiet "fuck" coming from him behind you, quickly covered with a cough. by the end of the session a blush was set high on his cheekbones and the hands around your waist positioned to check your form were gripping firmer.

by the middle of your second month, he finally breaks.

"do you know how much of a tease you've been, huh?" he questions while giving a slap to your ass. he has you pressed against the wall, backside jutting out to flush against his moving hips. his pace is ruthless, one hand holding your own above your head and the other hooking two fingers into your open mouth. "i had to endure your slutty little outfits for all these weeks, shit, take it."

you moan uncontrollably, his thrusts becoming faster as the hand in your mouth snakes down to your core, playing with your clit.

"namjoon! too much, gonna cum," you whine out, grinding your hips back onto his. he gives another slap to your ass and speeds the fingers on your clit and you're cumming, arousal squirting onto his hand and the ground. his groans become louder as he feels the mess you made and angles his head down to suck along the column of your neck.

"fuck, baby, you're so good. so good for me. just let me use you a little longer." his pace slows to shallow thrusts that feel like they hit your guts until he comes with a low moan, filling your insides.

you are both panting, sweat and cum dripping off of each other. he lays his head on your shoulder and slowly pulls out of your cunt.

"so–" he clears his throat, "would you like to go out somewhere?"

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