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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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The Threesomers

(Jack x Rin x Roland)

Word Count- 4600

Warnings- language, oral sex (m/f receiving), masturbation (m/f), penetrative sex (anal and vaginal), slight alcohol use, use of special abilities (empathic, telepathic, symphokinesis)

A/N- Jack and Rin had everything they could want, especially in each other. A surprise visit from Roland shows them that's not exactly the case. Original Robert GIFs by @vousnavezrienvu new one by @neuroticpuppy love of my life

Rin was giggling as she linked arms with Jack and Roland as they headed back to the cottage. There was a feeling in the air that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

One that emanated from both men equally. That caused her to continuously lock her lips with Jack’s. To dip her tongue far in his mouth while he emitted noises of shock. Roland was left to tap out a nervous rhythm on his pint glass.

Then, as she remembered he was there, Rin would face forward with a secret smile. Jack, distracted by pleasurable discomfort, wouldn't notice as she had reached into Roland’s lap. Her small hand surreptitiously squeezed his cock until it hardened. Her boyfriend was sitting right there, oblivious.

Now she drowned out their banter as they fumbled along the cobblestones. Jack's hand pinched Rin’s ass and she squealed. The atmosphere felt topsy-turvy just to spite Roland’s sullen demeanor. He remained cryptic over his break up with Keevy, citing creative differences.

“That's because she makes music, mate. You just fuck about like you’re wanking a radio antenna. I want to Gaelic folk songs mashed in with glam rock. Not some bloke dressed like a funeral director making a racket that sounds like murdering a baby.”

Jack took the piss most of the night. Including now. The tequila emboldened him. Made him relentless in his pursuit. Roland was, to put it mildly, vexed. It wafted from him. Rin felt the steady growing timpani drums that lined his blood as it boiled.

“Says the homeless schizophrenic who pretends to speak with the dead and terrorizes families at their loved ones' gravesites.”

The air grew thick just then. Jack clenched his jaw and squeezed a handful of Rin. She grimaced. His only response was to yank her away from the other man and to give Roland a wide berth. He started to speed up while yanking his girlfriend along.

Rin was overwhelmed with embarrassment coming from both men. That flirtation in the pub. Her sexual urges were inclinations that she siphoned right from Jack into Roland and vice versa. Under the weird jealousy (from the medium more than the musician), was desire. A confused one, but there all the same, from her partner and best mate.

Jack spun around to face Roland.

“You made decisions for a woman you barely knew and THEN insisted that you loved her after MAYBE about a week together in THREE years. Like what the fuck, mate? You put a woman in a situation where she says no and is ungrateful or says yes and she's stuck with you.”

“JACK!!” Rin cried in shock.

“Aint ye the one who took advantage of a woman in a clear manic state post suicide attempt!?”

Jack stepped to Roland. His fists balled his sides. Rin didn't think either of them could fight. Even knew how. She stifled a laugh at the image of gangly limbs and thin bodies rolling on the ground. Then she flushed as that fight turned into something more in her mind.

The Irishman started yelling. A feat Rin never knew him capable of. His anger was often quiet and simmering. But whatever was going on was being filtered through their common ground. The empathic woman they both loved.

Roland persisted, “THEN YE SHAGGED HER AND CONVENIENTLY PRETENDED YE COULDN'T REMEMBER HER!! WHO COULD FORGET WREN?! I'VE FECKIN TRIED!!��

“ROLAND!”

“You're an insufferable cunt,” Jack seethed.

To Rin’s surprise Roland unfurled. His shoulders sagged. He pushed the heels of his palms into his temples.

“The music inside my head that ye play is so sad. It has this weird,” he waved his arms around, “fake happy harmony. That makes ye a selfish bastard. You've got a home and a family and love. That's it mate love. How can ye take advantage of it? That's all I want is someone to lo-”

Roland’s words were cut off by Jack all but smashing his mouth into the musician’s. He had the Irishman by the lapel of his leather coat while the kiss deepened.

Roland’s hands searched for anything to do so they settled on Jack's hips. One found its way to the back of the medium’s head. Then their mouths parted leaving the men to stare at each other on the poorly lit path.

Rin let out a strangled sound of both desire and envy. She longed to be between the two men. All hands and mouths and tongues and bodies sharing each other. So a thought came to mind.

“Boys,” she took each man by the hand. She plugged herself back into their lascivious feelings. “Let's play a game.”

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“What do ye mean you've never danced with anyone?” Roland looked at Jack, incredulous.

Jack sat on the couch with Rin at his feet. She was, for a lack of anything else to do, painting the fingernails on his right hand. She had all but given up on the threesome she had proposed when they came home.

There had been more kissing, but Jack let his nerves take over. He wasn't quite as eager with Roland as he had Rin back when he was new to her. Both the musician and the empath knew it was because Jack was just awakening to it. The feelings he might have for another man, other men in general. This was literally his first experience.

Roland could tell as easily as Rin that Jack enjoyed it. Not only physically by the stiffening in his jeans, but the music around him became lighter. Roland had taken that to match the music coming from the radio they had found inspecting the living room. Their kisses followed suit: soft and sweet.

Now as they sat opposite ends of the couch, Rin literally had him in her hands. She sent tendrils of calm from herself into Jack. Reassurance that it was alright. The knowledge that Roland had done this before with other men. That her partner could be sexually attracted to more than just her gender.

“Nothing ever comes up when I'm called for dancing with Birdie,” Jack's moniker for Rin. “We aren't exactly crawling with wedding invites, Rolo.”

Roland stood up and held his hand out to Jack, “Right on then; I'm an expert.”

Jack’s shoulders had relaxed but his fuzzy eyebrows were now lost in his bangs. “Whot? Dance with you? Don't you reckon we’ll look like two scarecrows?” There was a smile in his question though, and he took the proffered hand.

Roland pulled Jack off the couch and into his arms. “Of course it won't exactly be like dancing with Wren, but we’ll make due. Yeah?”

The music changed to Regina Spektor while the men figured out positioning. There was nervous giggling, a sound that was like a shot to Rin’s veins. Better than any street drug or anti-psychotic she had been prescribed by shrinks who believed she was broken. That Jack was broken. Roland could easily hide his gift, to funnel it into a career or teaching.

“It's musical empathy and kinesis,” he answered before Jack had a moment to ask. They had settled with their hands on each other's waists. The music bending into something with a steadier beat.

“How does it work?” Jack allowed Roland to sway them both back and forth. Their hips found a rhythm with ease.

“I hear music in everyt’ing. Every living t’ing has a melody. I can use music like Wren can manipulate emotions. I also give it to other people.” Roland’s voice trailed off as he pressed his forehead to Jack's, “Can we kiss again?”

Rin was overwhelmed as she watched the two of them. Her heart raced whole she saw their tongues dart back and forth. She felt a pulse take up between her legs. It was like she couldn't control herself as she began to create a friction against the cotton of her panties while the two men switched to more of a grind than a sway.

Roland grabbed Jack's ass so that he was forced to feel the erection he had created beneath the Irishman’s pants. A moan escaped Jack before he did likewise to the other man. Their kisses grew more aggressive with tongues that delved as far as they could.

Rin fingered herself now. She matched the zeal of their mouths. She let out a loud gasp mixed with a squeak that startled the men. Men who forgot she was there who now watched as she masturbated with her head back. Lost in herself now more than them.

“Care t’ join us, love?” Roland asked. His voice was thick.

Rin opened her eyes and flushed while she got to her feet. Joining them, the woman opted for standing behind Jack. She remained silent as she reached around to lift his shirt up. Jack raised his arms so she could remove it completely.

Then she ran her hands down Jack's raised arms and over his sides to his lower half. She undid the button on his jeans and unzipped him. Rin tugged them and his boxers to the ground so that he was naked.

Jack's breathing grew heavier and more ragged. He had no way of hiding his erection now as it twitched and came alive in Rin’s small hand.

Roland’s gaze lowered so he could watch as she let her grip lazily pass up and down the shaft of Jack's cock. He bit his lip and shifted on his feet as Jack reached around to hold on to his girlfriend. His head hung back like hers had been while she touched herself.

She stopped and took his hand in her own. Together, they repeated what Rin had done to Jack but with Roland’s clothes this time. Except she let her boyfriend do most of the undressing. Let him take off Roland’s shirt. Rin undid Roland’s pants, but Jack removed them and his underwear.

Only Rin remained clothed as she pushed herself in the space that had opened. She took each of them by the cock and started her strokes once more. Her fingers tightened around their erections equally. Rin twisted down the length to their balls where she squeezed and moved back to the heads. Her thumbs both pass circles around their foreskin and the slits underneath.

Jack and Roland shuddered and groaned. Above Rin, who continued to knead them nimbly, they began to kiss again. Moans of pleasure passed between them as their hips bucked under her hands. The friction she created became unbearable in the most delicious way.

The young woman felt her cunt grow slick over the sounds the men were making. The power she felt with a cock in each hand. The way she poured a bit of herself into Jack and Roland. Then each one into the other. Like mixing drinks or candy from the pick n mix. They were Whiskey and rum and tequila. Perhaps wine gums and Maltesers and fairy floss.

It had been so long since Rin had felt Jack overtaken by insatiable hunger. It wasn't that he didn't crave her sexually, he had found a way to keep it at bay. This was new. A part of himself that had been deprived through no one's fault.

Rin was growing bored of no honest inclusion. She let go of the men and turned her back to Roland. Her warm lips found Jack's chest and stomach. Soft pink tongue carved a path in the indentation from his navel up to his sternum. Rin let it flick at one of his nipples before she bit it. Her grip on Jack's shoulders to push him to his knees.

Jack gazed up at Rin while she stepped out of her panties. His large hand around her thigh got lost under her dress. His fingers explored deep inside her walls. Pumped in and out a few times while making a hook. Jack's middle finger probed Rin’s clit in fluid circles. It went unspoken how pleased he was with her wetness.

Roland meanwhile was slowly unzipping Rin’s dress. The sensation of his light touch on her bare skin up the course he had just followed down. He kissed her shoulders and her neck while she reached out for Jack's head to hold.

The Englishman pumped away at her as the Irishman massaged her breasts. His calloused fingers took in handfuls; tugged at Rin’s nipples until they hardened like his cock in her back. She leaned into Roland now that his thumbs began to trace wildly over her nipples. His motions matched the way Jack attacked that bud of nerves just inside the hood of her cunt.

Almost as quickly as they began, they stopped. Roland looked down at his friend and her partner on his knees. “Jack. Why not have a lie down? You take care of Little Bird,” Roland turned her face towards him so he could kiss her briefly, “let her sit on your face?”

The musician clipped Rin lightly on the chin. She smirked. Both she and Roland glared at Jack in such a way either indicating a desire to kill or fuck. Roland reached to palm Rin’s cunt with his hand, eyes never left Jack's who was biting his lip at the two of them.

“Roland will suck your cock,” Rin promised. A girlish grin came to her face as she bit the tip of her manicured nail. “It'll be fun.”

Jack obeyed without hesitation. He laid down on the shag carpeting. His cock at full attention; he was eager. He was filled more with the anticipation you get at the top of a roller coaster. He trusted Rin, loved her unconditionally. He couldn't believe it, but Jack trusted Roland too.

“You alright, love?” the empath asked.

Jack nodded enthusiastically, “Buzzin’.” They both laughed.

Rin was kneeling beside her boyfriend. She let her lips mingle with his. Their tongues danced ever so slightly before she crawled over Jack's face. Her fingers gripped his head again and pulled it upwards.

Instinct took over and Jack's tongue ran along Rin’s slit. He lapped at her a dozen times: long strokes and then small ones over her clit. She started to rock her hips into his face. Her grasp tighter as Jack's tongue worked deftly. He created a vacuum on the outside then dove his tongue further inside than ever before. A back and forth began that switched from sucking on Rin’s cunt and her clit.

Roland took to straddling Jack's shins so he could lower himself forward. His mouth found the medium’s stomach. He let his tongue trail along Jack's skin that quivered each time Roland exhaled. The man under him breathed in and held it when the musician finally licked the head of his cock.

Jack’s reflexes took over. He held on to Rin’s hips helping. His own body lifted off the floor. Roland allowed for the entirety of the cock to hit the back of his throat. He sucked hard as he raised his head back to release the shaft. Switching to take long licks along the length. Then he made swift little swirls around the tip.

There was a dance the two men found themselves in. Rin had a fleeting thought that she wasn't doing enough. That she could take turns between her touch and Roland’s mouth. Which was absurd to think as she felt herself begin to orgasm. She did well to not tighten her thighs around Jack as a reaction to the pleasing convulsion that started to course through her.

Just as Rin was about to cum completely, Jack's mouth stopped. He pushed her back from his face so that she was situated on his chest. He sat up and interrupted Roland as well. He knew, knew if the Irishman kept going he would explode too soon in his mouth.

“What's wrong?” Roland was confused. “Was it too much? You alright, love?” He used the same affection with both his friend and her partner.

“Our little bird is feeling a bit left out.”

“Crikey, left out? Any further north in her twat ye could've seen Scotland.” Roland winked.

“Steady on, Music Man. I mean left out from being with you.”

Jack sat up so that Rin was again positioned between the two men. Roland took to showering her shoulders with kisses. His facial hair tickled her skin until goose pimples raised up along her arms.

The medium followed suit with Rin’s breasts. His lips treated each nipple like her clit. Teeth teased them erect as his tongue went ‘round them at a dizzying speed.

“Fuck!” Rin cried out. Her one arm embraced Jack as she hooked her other backwards around Roland. Her small fingers caught in his curls.

“Would you be alright shaggin me a little. Just to the edge like I did you? Then you want to give Roland a go?”

Jack searched Rin’s eyes. She nodded with enthusiasm. “But are you sure? About Rol and me? You’re not gonna go all weird after?”

She held Jack's cock and taunted him with her slit. Her pelvis rolled painfully slow until he was fully inside of her. Rin started to grind back on Jack.

“You can fuck me too, Jax,” Roland had Rin by the waist to guide her motions.

He pulled her back so that he knew Jack was buried into her up to the hilt. Then forward and back. Now the rhythm, the dance, was the two of them. But Jack joined in by lacing his fingers with Roland's so the two of them could manipulate Rin’s body with total control.

The empath cried out as the men built a friction between her cunt and Jack's cock. His body shook, but his eyes never left hers or Roland’s.

Roland, who kissed her while Jack watched. Their fingers still linked with one hand as Roland’s other found its way around Jack's neck so that he could be pulled into a kiss as well. The three alternating tongues between them. Jack's body bucked wildly; Rin knew he was at that proverbial edge.

“Fuck me,” she exhaled in Roland’s mouth. Her neck craned at weird angles like her body to accommodate each man’s mouth.

“Go on then,” Jack instructed, “fuck her.”

Rin was bewitched by the smell of sex and the taste of herself on Jack's lips and the tribal bass of whatever Roland projected into the air around them. She was drunk on the heightened emotions as she arranged herself on all fours in front of her friend.

Roland knelt behind Rin with his cock in hand. The his free hand firm on the curve of her body. He teased her cunt with the tip as if it was his finger. Felt her grow even more wet under his touch as he lost himself inch by inch. He twisted his fingers cautiously in Rin’s hair before plowing into her. All the while Jack underneath sat back on his elbows to observe.

Rin let Roland bang her. He always loved control. Not in the dominant way. In the Type A personality way. She let him do that now, control her. Ram against her ass with his pelvis. Release all that frustration he had giving himself up for Keevey. The compromise he made to do what she wanted which triggered his self preservation. He was fucking that pain away.

She was an instrument for him to play. Aggressively so as he slammed into her with the same fury he played that stupid theremin. His grip an inch thick in the fat that cushioned her. His cock slid in and out of her with ease the way his fingers flew up and down the antenna. Fluid. Without hesitation.

Jack was in awe. His own cock remained stiff while he studied the way Roland rutted like a wild animal. Rin’s breasts as they swayed back and forth. Her teeth biting her bottom lip so hard it might bleed as she panted and cried out. The way she struggled to remain upright.

Jack was fascinated by it all. He absently reached down and yanked on his erection while watching the concentration on that Irish face. The twisted rapture on that feminine Welsh one. Their bodies made an audible slapping sound over the music. The Englishman’s wanking joined that chorus.

It wasn't very long. The theremin player was so boisterous Rin knew it would happen soon. That she would make herself cum knowing what Jack and Roland longed to do. Her cunt ached at the thought. Between Roland’s sudden explosion inside of her as he growled with satisfaction and the picture she created of the two of them in her mind.

Rin removed herself from the situation and climbed, drunk on overstimulation, to her feet.

“Why don't you lot snog a little? I’m just gonna pop off and get us a wonderful potion my beautiful broken man will need. I've got some tucked away for special occasions!” Rin giggled and stumbled towards the stairs.

“What?” Jack laughed.

“She means lube,” Roland informed him.

He cupped Jack's face and kissed him. Their tongues lingered together long enough for one to nip at the other’s. An eagerness started inside of the medium. One to learn and please as he remembered that first time with Rin.

Jack laid Roland back on the carpet and crawled on top of him. Their mouths never break as their tongues continue their strange tango. Uncertain what to do as he now let his tongue glide down over the Irishman’s neck, Jack reached for this cock.

Roland had been flaccid, still recovering from getting off with Rin. Now he shuddered and came to life in Jack's hand as his collarbone became showered with kisses. He exhaled a heavy moan when that hand rubbed quickly over his shaft. There was nothing for Jack to learn with Roland. A cock was a cock.

Rin came back in time to see the men on the floor. Jack settled between Roland’s legs that were bent at the knee. His hand expertly jerks off the musician whose hands were splayed across Jack's back.

That hot mouth and soft lips Rin knew well were moving down towards Roland’s stomach. She sat down beside them just as Jack swiped his tongue now over the head of the cock in his hands.

He was testing the waters. Rin was sending him images, feelings from each time she gave him head. From her view so he could mimic her. Jack lapped at Roland’s erection like he had Rin’s cunt, which swelled yet again as she bent to kiss her friend. Her tongue and Jack's worked in unison.

Roland started to spasm, his hips had a mind of their own as they reacted to Jack taking more of his cock in.

“Jack,” Rin said, full of love and lust, “love he's gonna cum. Are you ready for that?”

Jack looked up at her and shook his head. He raised up on his arms so he could kiss Rin. Then he looked down at Roland, “You’ll both have to show me how to do this.”

Rin opened the little tube she held and requested Jack give her his fingers. She added some of the jelly to them and gestured at Roland. “You’ll have to get him ready like you do me. Think of it like fingering a twat only..”

“Tighter,” Roland finished for her. He bent his legs in a sort of frog position. Rin was impressed by his flexibility.

“That's debatable,” she teased. “Go on love, one finger and then the other.” Rin laid down and propped up on her elbow.

Jack reached to find the hole. Roland gasped but happily not out of shock as Jack slid his finger inside. In and out a few times, hypnotized by how quickly he treated it like Rin’s body. It wasn't much different he thought to himself as he added the second finger.

He pumped his fingers at a constant tempo. Further each time with Roland encouraging him. Jack went quicker, deeper as he locked eyes with Rin. There was a fire in her he hadn't seen that spurned him on.

“A bit more,” Roland groaned.

Jack obeyed and watched as the Irishman shivered and contorted like Rin when he managed her GSpot. Was this it? Men had one too? No wonder they liked getting fucked here. Why would women?

“Now lube your cock, and do the same.” Rin found a way to kiss Jack. Then Roland. Her own fingers followed along with her boyfriend’s as she played with her clit.

Jack sat up on his knees and took a generous handful from the bottle. Rin smirked beside Roland who could only bite his lip and stare at Jack's cock as he stroked it harder. He pushed down on Roland’s knee so that he was spread further apart. The young woman flicked at herself faster, her fingers getting lost inside of herself.

“Steady on, sweetheart.” Roland could only moan and anchor himself on the medium’s thin hips.

Jack started to deliberately thrust his shaft inch by inch inside of Roland. Rin was right, it was tighter. But that didn't stop Roland from encouraging Jack to go further. He was alright. More than alright he cried out.

“To the hilt, Jack,” he whinged.

So he complied. His hands under Roland’s ass to lift it upwards as he dove in. Jack's pelvis met Roland’s body and he rolled his hips so that he was nearly out of the other man. Then slowly inside of him one more.

The medium was gentle. Soft and careful like he had been with Rin, or so he thought. Well, at first. Until Roland took to begging him to fuck harder. Faster. So Jack pumped at him until their bodies made that symphonic sound of bone and skin and cock and ass.

Rin fucked herself harder. Her fingers worked her clit at the same wavelength as Jack fucked Roland. She knew it was happening for all of them. Her back arched off the carpet and her cunt contracted around her fingers.

“FUCK!” she squealed.

That white hot volcanic explosion tore through her and Jack and Roland. The three of them connected in an endless cyclical orgasm. Rin sent out those tendrils, the filaments of experience so that the men she loved knew what it was like to cum as a woman.

The same, as whatever song crescendoed in their heads, for Rin. That salty liquid that spilled from her men, her Irishman and Englishman, felt like it was pouring from her walls too.

“Blimey, Aderyn!” Roland laughed as Jack collapsed on top of him. He scooped both of them up in his arms and held them to his chest. A kiss on each of their foreheads before nuzzling his own into Jack's.

Rin and Jack shared breathless little kisses. They locked fingers, and he lifted her small hand to brush his lips across the back of it. The light reflected something shiny and gold.

“Birdie, where’d ya get that ring?”

Rin held her hand up and flexed her manicured fingers. “Isn't it DIVINE?! I found it on the floor in our things. I think someone left it here, but we can ask Mrs Barrow. It's such a lovely little diamond at the center of this gold flower.”

“It's not too small?” Jack propped up on his elbow.

“No! Look at the two hearts beside the beautiful daisy. Whoever it was loved this ring and his partner very much.”

Roland had the biggest grin on his face, “Go on then Jax. Do it proper. One knee and all.”

“Jack?”

“I had a question to ask."

#robert sheehan #jack #roland #rin davies #jack x rin x roland #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan smut #three summers #the messenger

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greyknm · 5 years

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Let's Date | 데이트하자

Kim Namjoon/RM fic

Smut/Fluff/Idols!au

☁summary: You and Namjoon go on a Korean Show called "Let's Date|데이트하자" where they get two idols to go on a fake date for a day. Feelings stay attached to one another after the end of filming.

"I don't even know the first thing to do, say or wear on a date!" You've been complaining about the inventation to the show ever since your manager came with the news. You were going to decline the offer until Bang PD said that it would give you more exposure to the public. With you being the newest act in BigHit that's a girl, things would be harder for you. Trying to be better than the senior- now disbanded group GLAM, BigHit's first girl group, and trying to keep a clean slate. You've stated many reasons on why THIS show in particular is not the best for exposure but, with all your hard work trying to convince, it didn't work. Now you're on the set where you meet your stranger idol- soon to be fake boyfriend.

You're complaining to the stylist as you watch her try to figure out what you should wear. She takes a black dress with red cherries splattered over it. You immediately shake your head no. "No way that you think I'm going to wear a dress!" The stylist looks at you in annoyance and sighs. "It's just for one day. It won't kill you. And you're wearing these black heels with it." You do a little tantrum in your chair. "Unnie, please don't make me. You know I don't do that....girly stuff and showing legs. NO." Her eyes go wide. "Don't tell me you don't have them shaved!" You pout your lips. "I do..." Then a big smile spread on her face. "Then you're wearing it. No ands, ifs or buts." She hands you the clothing items and you get up reluctantly going to change.

You come out with the choosen outfit and everyone applauds and awws at you. Maybe to make you feel better about the fit or to make you more annoyed. You shake your head and head to a seat where they can finish your make up and hair.

You filmed your introduction- greeting, who you were and what company you came from. Then you had to go to this rotary thing on the floor. It would rotate to this wall that lifts up and reveals your partner for the day.

The filming starts and the wall rises. Your eyes grow big and you cover your mouth. Who you see was surprising and relieving. Kim Namjoon.

You bowed to Namjoon and he did the same.

The crew stranded you two in the middle of Gangnam. The objective of the show is for the couple to find things to do on their own.

"What should we do newly found girlfriend?" Namjoon asks putting his arm around your shoulder as you continue to walk. You give him a side glare. "Hhmmm...no clue."

"What? So we walk around Gangnam mindlessly for some hours?"

"If that's what you want...then we can." You respond to his sarcastic question. That's one thing about Namjoon that always ticked you. Whenever you guys got the chance to speak, if you do or say something that ticks him off he doesn't get mad. Oh no, he never gets mad he just lets his passive agressiveness show. And you're not slow to catch on. Everytime he does it, it annoys you. So him being sarcastic will not help.

A colorful sign on a building catches your attention. You squint your eyes to see what it says. It's an aquarium. You let out the biggest gasp. Namjoon quirks an eyebrow at you. You sqeal and hit Namjoon with excitement.

"What?! What?!" He asks confused as ever.

"Look look! An aquarium! I'VE BEEN WANTING TO GO TO ONE FOREVER BUT NEVER HAD THE TIME! PLEASE PLEASSSE CAN WE GO!"

He looks at the sign contemplating. "And see sea animals confined in boxes and not free? No chance." You slump your shoulders in disappointment. Then you hop back up when a special animal came in mind. "crabs."

"What?"

"The aquarium has crabs. You can go see the crabs, Joonie."

It seems like he paused for a moment when you called him Joonie.

"Did you call me...Joonie?" He asks with a small smile forming on his lips.

"...yes." You replay what you said and it hit you that you did in fact call Namjoon, Joonie. Mental face palm.

"Joon! Aquarium! Crabs! Pleasssse!"

"Ok! For the crabs." He sighs.

"Wow. For the crabs and not me." You pout in fake hurt.

He turns his head to the side and sighs. He bends down grabbing your face and kisses your forehead. "AND for you baby." He leans away from you with a smirk. You stand there shocked and trying not to smile. You shake your head and go back to thinking about the aquarium. You grab Namjoon's hand and rush to the aquarium. "Come on!"

You guys entered the aquarium and gawked at all the animals of the sea. You go around pointing to all the things you can point at. Your excitement made Namjoon laugh. You made it seem like it was the first time you've ever been to an aquarium. You took alot of pictures with Namjoon and, without him and took pictures for him.

You went to the snake exhibit, holding Namjoon's arm because you were scared that they could pounce out of the glass somehow and attack. "I've always wondered how a snake so small can take in something so big. Something so small taking in something so big."

"Ya know, you can always find out yourself." You look up at him confused. Does he want you to try and get eaten by a snake? He looks down at you and smirk. Then what he means hits you. You elbow his side hard making him grab his side and groan. Pervert. You walk away from him. "That hurt by the way!" He shouted towards you. You kept walking. "I'm going to the gift shop!" Is all you respond with.

You guys head to the strip of stores and go to what seems like every single store. One thing that's good about Namjoon is that he likes shopping so, no moaning about how he doesn't want to be there. Both of you try on different styles of clothes and laugh when one of you looked absolutely ridiculous. Namjoon ended up buying two matching jackets because it was getting late and it was going to get cold soon.

"Ahh. I'm hungry." You expressed your hunger, poking your stomach.

"Hmmm...we should get some food and sit out on the field and watch the boats pass by in the river." Joon suggested.

"Seems like you had that one planned out." You laugh. Joon wraps his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on top of yours. "Nah..just something...romantic." he laughs and walks away from you. You sigh and follow him.

Joon buys some food and a blanket to place on the grass when you go to sit down. You guys play with the food seeing who can catch it with their mouths and who's chopstick skills are the best. You take a break from the food to watch people. A little boy walks up to you guys and just stares. You hold up your hand for a high five and surprisingly he gives you one and runs away. You chuckle.

"Kids are cute and very weird." You say mindlessly.

"Would you like some, someday?" Joon asks you sounding genuinely curious.

"Mmm...yeah...someday..." You start to pick at your dress.

"Oh! Joonie I got us something while I was in the gift shop at the aquarium." You turn and crawled to your purse. You were on all fours your backside facing Namjoon. Your dress lifts just enough to see your underwear. Namjoon gets flustered and puts his hand on the top of your butt and pushes you down. You look back and realize why. "Oh sorry. But look!"

You showed him two necklaces with a cute crab charm on it. "I was going to give it to you earlier but I felt like it was trash after you got us jackets...very stylish jackets...." He doesn't say anything for a while until you look up at him.

"These are way better than the jackets. I get to have a crab with me at all times now. C'mere let me put it on you." You turn around and he moves your hair out the way to clasp the necklace and you do the same for him. He smiles letting his dimples show as he looks at the cute crab charm. You laugh.

You go to get the last stuffed tofu pouch but Namjoon also reaches for it. You gave him a challenging stare. "Let's play a game." He suggests and you agree. He grabs a piece of paper and puts it to his mouth. "Objective:don't drop it. Three rounds." Simple you thought. You got it from him and he got it from you last round you had to take it back. You looked at him and closed your eyes hoping you don't drop it. Namjoon had removed the paper as soon as you went to get it making you kiss him. You open your eyes and looked at him in shock and hit him. You fell on your back and covered your face in embarrassment.

"I can't believe you've done that." You said in a mumbled voice. You can hear Namjoon laugh. "Open your eyes." You shake your head. "Aw come on open them." His voice got closer. You're still stubborn to keep your eyes covered. You feel hands on your wrist and your hands are no longer covering your face. You open your eyes to see Namjoon's face hovering over yours. His eyes fall to your lips and back to your eyes. He takes his chances and kisses you. It's only a short kiss. He looks at you to see your reaction. You stare at him then smile. He rest his head on your shoulder then laughs. You start to laugh along too.

As you're laughing little drops of rain started to turn into big groups of rain. Namjoon picks you up and runs to the nearest shelter. "Joonie our stuff!" You sqeal as he runs. "The crew will get it!"

"Oppa! Put me down I can walk!" He finally gets you guys to a food tent still holding you.

"You called me oppa." He smiles at you.

"No I didn't." You're quick to deny but it won't stop him from teasing you.

"You never called me oppa. Even when I asked you to." You rest your head on his shoulder.

"Joon~~let it go please." You beg.

"Oh no. This is forever in my book of memories." You sigh in defeat.

Namjoon puts you down finally and you wobble once you hit the ground. You start to yawn. "I'm sleepy."

"You're sleepy. Cute." Namjoon chuckles.

You checked the time on your phone. "Filming will be done soon. I think my body knows."

The staff finally ended the filming for the day and you and Namjoon thanked everyone and changed into the clothes you came in.

"It was fun filming with you out of all people today. I'm glad you were my blind date." You thank Namjoon.

"I never wanted to go on this show but the group needs someone to get on variety shows and this was one of the offers. I'm glad it was you, since I know you and all...it wasn't weird. I liked it." Namjoon confessed. You smiled at his last sentence. I liked it.

"Right! See you for filming tomorrow!" You have to come back and express how you feel and what not after the date and watch the clips with the MCs the following day.

As you got home you layed in your bed thinking about the kisses that you and Namjoon had. Your brain replaying stuff in your mind just so you can overthink it. Throughout the time that you came back home to getting ready for bed you kept thinking why he kissed you. Was it his true feelings or just for the show. If anything you just wanted his lips on you again.

You hit your wrist scolding yourself of thinking of your colleague that way. It was just for the show and thats it. Though thats what you wish you could truly think.

You start thinking about how his lips would feel other places and what he said when you were thinking out loud. Ya know, you can always find out yourself.

How big is his-

There were knocks at the door. Who could be here at this time.

You get out of bed and walk to the door. You unlock it and leave the chain lock on. The door creaked when you opened it slowly. You cringed at the sound. Your eyes trail up to a face. A very familiar face.

"Namjoon?"

"Hi." You close the door to unlock the chain and open it again to let Namjoon in.

"I know it's late but...I couldn't stop thinking about today...and you. Especially you." He rubs his neck and shifts from one foot to the other. "I kept thinking about how cute you were and then how much you had irked me throughout the day." You raised a brow at him.

"I-i irked you?" You asked in conplete confusion. You irking THE Kim Namjoon.

"Like when you crawled to get the necklaces and you flashed me. When you looked back you smirked at me then said sorry but there wasn't an ounce of you being sorry in your face." You bite your lip remembering that you did smirk at him.

"Or how that dress fitted you so well. Everytime you walked it twisted on you good enough to show your figure."

"Namjoon-" Namjoon had cornered you to the wall, grabbing your leg holding it to his side. He pushes up on you to make you feel his growing bulge. You breathed shakily. When you go to bed you don't wear underwear and he for a fact didn't know that... yet. He pushed up on you again making you squeeze ypur eyes shut. He had touched your clit.

"And I scolded myself for thinking of you that way. But my mind goes back to when I was on top of you in the field, and how if we were on our own you would've been undressed immediately. Or back to when you flashed me and I saw your ass and i was thinking on how it would be so good if I fucked you from behind. Just seeing how your ass bounces everytime I thrust into you while you moan out my name." Namjoon whispers in your ear. And you're mad at yourself on how turned on you're getting. You'd be surprised if you weren't wet right now but you are.

"I-I've wondered how your lips would feel on other places. And also h-how good you could fuck m-me. Iscoldedmyselftoobutfuckmeplease." With that Namjoon picked you up, letting you hit his bulge again making you moan. He kisses you on the lips as he guides your hips to grind on his bulge. He trails down to your neck. You let out small moans while you bend your neck for more access. "Namjoon please fuck me." He groans at that and takes you to the room.

He throws you down on the bed and spreads your legs. "No panties, naughty girl." He smirks. You watch as he looks down at your cunt like a man that hasn't eaten in days. He kisses your thigh in down and where you want him the most he misses. He goes to the next leg and kisses on down. You feel his breath on your cunt making your pussy squeeze on nothing. "Greedy." He kisses your clit and sucks on it for a second. You jolt up in response. He spreads your lips with his fingers and starts to to do soft licks.

You whine and moan at every lick. It's been a while since you've touched yourself. This would be the first for you to let anyone have sex with you. Namjoon starts to do long strides with his tongue and with every lick the tip of his tongue would brush your clit. He would go from long slow strides to quick soft licks. You grab his hair for something to hold on to as you start to grind into his face. He doesn't seem to mind only moaning into your cunt that has you arching your back. He pulls back having you whining in protest.

He takes his fingers and puts them in your mouth. You look him in the eyes as you take his fingers in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around them. He looks at you with hooded eyes. He gets his fingers back and slide them up and down between your lips. "Joonie please." You beg him. He slides his fingers in slowly, mesmerized by how your pussy takes his fingers in so well. He looks up at you. You had shut your eyes, whimpering.

"Look at me." He demands you. You open your eyes and look at him. He speeds up the pace still giving you eye contact. Everything's too much with the change of pace and the eye contact. Then just when you thought you could adjust he starts to slowly rub your clit. Your legs snap close. "Joonie I-I can't." He still does his movements and looks back at you.

"Open your legs baby." You shake your head.

"Baby. I'll only say it once. Do what I told you." You slowly open your legs again. You look down and see how his fingers glide so easily in and out of you as he abuses your clit with a slow circle movement. You curl your toes and grab the sheets. "You like that don't you. Seeing how dirty you are letting me do this to you." Namjoon moans to you. You nod your head yes. He pushes down in your clit making you cry out. "Joonie please!"

"No. Only on my cock." He pulls his fingers out of you leaving you pouting. He pulls down his joggers and underwear in one go. You finally get to see his cock. It's thick and long and you wonder if it would even fit in you. He signals you to come foward. You crawl to the edge of the bed. You know what he wants you to do but you don't know how. You've seen girls do it hundreds of time but you don't know how. You look up to him with wide eyes.

"You don't know how?" You shake your head no. He grabs your hand a wraps it around his dick. "Move your hand up and down" he guides your hand to slide up and down his shaft. He grunts in pleasure and lets go of your hand, letting you take over. "W-when- shit! When it starts to get a little hard to s-slide you gotta put it in your mouth."

You do as told, not caring what the directions were and put your lips to the tip of his dick, only sucking that part. You think you have the dick in your mouth part down, watching many porn videos, looking at the women suck the men's cock. You bobb your head and swirl your tongue around his dick. Taking his dick fully out your mouth to do open mouth kisses and licks down his shaft while still sliding your hand in the motion he told you. You remember of course to not forget his balls and suck them, soon heading back to his cock. You moan at the feeling of him in your mouth and how he has his head tilted back as he gives you praises. "Shit, baby. Just like that. You're doing so well. Daddy's gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours" You whimper at the name he gave himself your pussy reacting to it as well clenching to nothing.

Namjoon grabs your head making you still, pulling out his dick completely. He pulls your hair back to make you look up at him. "Daddy's gonna want you to do well, ok? You've done so good so far, tap me if it's too much, ok?"

You nod "o-ok."

"Ok who?"

You bite your lip and let out a small whimper. "Ok daddy." You'd never thought that, that would turn you on but it did in every way. You feel your arousal drip down your thighs.

"Good girl. Open your mouth for daddy." You open your mouth, feeling eager to have him back in your mouth again. He groans looking at how innocent you look waiting for him to destroy your mouth. He slides his cock in your mouth again making you moan. He keeps a steady pace but he gets eager and start to fasten the pace. You keep up, loving the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You look up at him through teary eyes watching how much he's enjoying fucking your mouth. Him being turned on only wants you to make him fuck your cunt. You start to rub your cunt on the sheets, moaning around his cock. He opens his eyes to the sight of you being turned on, cock in your mouth and grinding on the bed for friction. He smirks. "Dirty girl. You want daddy's cock, don't you?" You look up at him and nod.

He pulls out of your mouth letting you gasp for air. He lays you back down and kisses you sweetly. Bringing his hand down to your clit he starts to play with it. You jerk your hips up and start grinding into his hand. Your moans are more like whinpers and cries. "I could make you cum like this. Just playing with your cute little clit. Watching you beg me to fuck you with my cock. I might just do that."

"N-no no please Daddy. Fuck me please!" He hears your pleas but doesn't abide to them-not yet. He kisses your collarbone and abandons your clit to start playing with your breasts. Rolling your nipples in between his fingers he enjoyed the moans you made and how you rolled your hips on nothing. He enjoyed the way you closed your eyes tight and furrowed your eyebrows. He wonder how you'd act once he was inside of you. That thought made him throb and he let a moan himself. Like a mantra you chanted please over and over again almost making a little pout if it wasn't for you catching your bottom lip between your teeth. He chuckled. He kept one hand busy on your nipple while the other went to fish out a condom in his pants pocket. He rips open the pack and slides it on as he bends down to suck your tortured nipples letting go with a lewd pop! noise.

Spreading your legs he pulled you towards him positioning you where he could easily slide in. You look at him with pleading eyes, begging for him to fuck you.

"You sure baby?" He holds your thighs, his thumbs massaging deep into the insides of your thighs.

"Yes, daddy." You nod frantically really wanting this. "Please." You wiggle your hips to show him how eager you were. He chuckles at your small action.

As if you haven't been waiting long enough he comes down and kisses you deeply as he slowly enters you. You whimpered at the stretch he gave you. It felt new to you, you were breathing heavily. Namjoon grunts at the way your walls clench around him-just begging him to move. "You ok, baby?" You didn't realize but you've grabbed a hold of him with your head buried in the crook of his neck. You calmed down and nodded. "Let me see your face." You loosen your grip on him and look him in the eyes. He searches yours for a moment and finally moves.

His thrust were long and slow. Taking his time to feel you around him and let you adjust.

"Fuck baby you're doing so good." He praises. It made you moan louder and clench making him hiss. "You like that? You like when daddy praises you?" You nod. "Use your words baby."

"Yes! Yes! I love it when you praise me, daddy! G-go faster p-please?" You cried out. He wastes no time in fucking you faster and a little rougher than before but you didn't mind. You liked this much more than what you were doing at first and he could tell. Your moans were getting louder and slowly started to turn to screams of just his name mixed with small whines.

Each thrust had you bouncing on the bed and crying. He felt so good and you felt so full of him. He steadies himself, hands beside your head so he could look at you. You looked up at him with eyes filled with tears and adoration.

"Shit. Mmmm- baby you were made for me. You feel and sound so good. You hear how wet you are for me right now. I started that and no one is going to make you feel like how you are got that." You arched your back and moaned. Fuck. You love it when he talks to you. The way his dominanceoozes out and you enjoy every drip of it. He places his hand around your neck and you focus back on him. "I asked you a question, i want an answer."

You place your hand over his. "W-what i-if i don't want t-to?" You asked him. He tightens his grip on your neck that makes you moan. You didn't think you'd be into that but you liked it.

"D-daddy, N-no marks." You managed to choke out. If you had marks on your neck for tomorrow staff would become suspicious.

He stops his movements and you look up at him. He only smirks and tightens his grip. He fucks into you harder and lets go of your throat. He dips his head in the crook of your neck and sucks and nibbles your skin till it turns pink.

"You are mine. I'll mark you how I want and everyone's gonna see. Got it." You clench around him again. His voice was husky and demanding you didn't feel ashamed letting out a moan when he finished his statement.

"And you never answered me like you should've, don't think I forgot."

He pulls out of you and you whine of the absence.

"Hands and knees, ass up. Now." You looked at him bewildered but you obeyed.

He rubbed your ass and smacked it. You yelped and looked back at him. He only smirked at you and repeated the actions. You grunt again, curling your toes and grabbing the sheets.

"This is what you get for not answering. So start answering me when I speak to you. I'm going to fuck you now. And it won't be soft, ok."

"O-ok, d-daddy."

And he didn't lie that's for sure. He fucked you slow but hard each thrust earned a grunt from him and a cry of his name from you. He slapped your ass a couple of times with the thrust. He held still for some time making you look at him.

"Fuck into me baby." You hesitated at first but did what was asked. You grind your hips into him moaning everytime, enjoying yourself. He gripped your hips and guided you. You stifled when you hit your g-spot. Namjoon noticed and started thrusting into you, each thrust he hit the spot. It had you crying.

"N-namjoon p-please I-I can't hold anymore." He noticed your slip up but didn't say anything. He reached down and started to rub gentle circles on your clit each time he found your g-spot. At this point it was silent cries, grunts and moans. Only sound that was noticeable was your slick newd sounds and the slap of skin wich turned you on more. All this was so much to handle for your first. You couldn't go on for long and neither could Namjoon. You felt him twitch inside you. You clawed at the sheets and screamed out his name.

You tightened around him as you came down. He let you ride out your orgasm. Once you were done he slipped out of you and turned you on your back. Slipping off the condom he fucked himself in his hand looking at you and your worn out body. With one of his hands he wiped your cunt and it made you flinch since you were so sensitive. He got his hand that he wiped you with and put it in his mouth and moaned. Even though you were done the scene before you made you want to pounce on him again. His breathing got heavy and you knew he was close, stroking himself faster.

Since he was close you wanted to tease him.

"Mmmm...daddy?" He looks at you in question. "You know you look so sexy like that. Fucking into your hand in front of me. It makes me want to take you again." You moan at the thought of him in you again and maybe even letting himself soften inside you.

"Daddy, you wanna know what I'm thinking right now?" His breathing gets even heavier he's almost there. "You releasing inside my warm, wet pussy as I cry out your name and tell you how you feel." You rub your hands down your self, one playing with your breasts and the other spreading your lips so he can see inside you and imagine with you.

He watches your hands and follows your hand going to your pussy and watch as you spread yourself for him. He stutters out a shit and finally releases and cums on your torso. You take your finger and scoop his cum up and put it in your mouth and moan.

"Daddy, you taste so good." You moan. He chuckles and bends over you. He pulls your hand away from your mouth and kisses you sweetly. No lust in this one just love.

"You're very naughty in the bedroom, baby." You give him a soft push.

"Yeah? You too...daddy." He laughs at your statement.

"You got me. Now lets clean up and get some rest. Remember we have a show to do tomorrow." He climbs off of you and you get hit with reality. You have a show tomorrow and you're going to be in a good mood. Too good of a mood, they'd know something was up. How'd you act knowing what you did the night before.

"Oh yeah good luck to your make up stylist for trying to cover up those marks." You throw a pillow at him.

"Namjoon you bitch!"

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