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starbandit · 6 months

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Requested- Namjoon ceo! Au with age gap with reader being a one night stand. Maybe a little toxic! Namjoon? Honestly as fic with namjoon ceo vibes

contains- ceo!namjoon, age gap, tipsy sex, oral (f!receiving), making out, semi-public sex, light degradation, dirty talk, slight hair pulling, unprotected sex, praise 18+ MDI!!!

word count - 2.4k/unedited

You couldn’t help but groan as you watched your boss leave his office. He had a stack of papers in his hand and you just knew they were about to be thrown onto your desk with some crazy demand.

“Hello, sir.” You greeted with a fake smile on your face. “How are you?”

You watched as he plopped the papers on your desk with a loud thud. “Well, I’ve been better, Y/N.” He stated with a sour look on his face. “I need these scanned in, organized, emailed, and filed all by….” He looked at the expensive watch decorating his wrist. “Five thirty p.m.”

You looked at the time on your computer. It was already three, there was no way in hell you would finish all of that in two hours. You tried to hide the expression on your face. “Of course, I’ll do my best.” You nodded at him.

“Great, I’d do it myself-” You knew that was a damn lie. “But I’m meeting up with some friends for drinks tonight so I need to leave early.” He flashed a smile at you. “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“You too, Mr. Kim.” You let your expression drop as he turned around. You watched as he got onto the elevator and disappeared from sight before you let out a loud groan, letting your head hit your desk. “I’m never getting out of here.”

“Sir, I got those reports done last night, and here is the coffee you wanted.” You set a quick pace behind Namjoon. He grabbed the coffee from your hand, trading it for yet another stack of papers.

“Great, I need you to take notes in this morning's meetings.” He stated, rounding a corner. “I’m trying to land a deal with a company overseas, so make a good impression.” He stopped in front of the meeting room. “Sit quietly.”

You nodded and followed behind him, waving as he introduced you to the room. You took your seat in the corner of the room and got ready to take your notes.

You let your thoughts wander as you walked down the street, getting ready to collect the lunch that you had called in for the executives. You had accepted the job as a stepping stone into the company, hoping to put your degree to good use. But it had been well over a year since you graduated and began working for ‘Mr. Kim’ and you were still stuck running errands. Unfortunately, the pay was too good for you to even consider getting another job, and… maybe you had a small crush on your boss.

You returned to the office with the bags of food and prepared the spread in an empty meeting room. The executives were expected to return any minute, so you wasted no time in setting it up.

“Ah, Y/N, thank you so much for doing this.” You quickly turned as soon as you heard your boss speak up from behind you.

“Absolutely no problem, Mr. Kim. I hope you all enjoy the food.” You painted on a kind smile and headed for the door, hoping to shove some food in your own mouth before Namjoon asked for some other ridiculous request.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. You were sent out a few more times to gather drinks and snacks, and said goodbye to the executives from your desk as Namjoon showed them the way out. You continued to type up your reports and tidy the office as Namjoon did some work in his office.

“Y/N, can you meet me in my office?” Namjoons voice came from over the speakers in the meeting room. You rolled your eyes. Here comes the request. Pick up my dry cleaning,Y/N. Go pick up this random imported cheese from across town, Y/N. You silently trudged across the office before painting a fake smile on and knocking on the glass door. “Come in!”

“You wanted to see me, sir?” You stepped in.

“Y/N, yes, take a seat.” He motioned to the chair in front of his desk. You slid into the chair and waited. “I just wanted to express my gratitude for everything you do.”

Your heart fluttered at the praise. “Oh! Well, thank you. I uh… I always wanna try my best for you and the company.” You stared into his eyes. His expression softened slightly as he smiled.

“I’m really happy to hear that.” He chuckled. “I would uh… like to treat you to a drink tonight, just as a thank you.”

“Oh!” You nodded. “Okay, yeah, that… that sounds great!” You instantly regretted accepting the offer. He wasn’t a horrible person by any means, but were you really about to spend your evening with the person that made you want to rip your hair out? Shit, there was no backing out now.

“Great!” He pushed out of his chair. “Go ahead and collect your things and we can head out.” He began picking up his items and packing them away in his bag.

Oh this was happening now, like right now. You quickly stood to collect your stuff. One drink and then you could leave. That’s all you had to do. It would be easy enough. Right?

“So, tell me about yourself.” Your boss set the glasses down on the table of the bar. “What happens in the life of Y/N outside of work?”

You muttered a small thank you to him and took a sip. “Well, sir,”

“Just call me Namjoon.” He interrupted. “We’re not in the office, this is casual.”

“Namjoon,” You corrected. “I can almost promise my life isn’t that interesting. No big trips or anything, I work, eat, and sleep.” You were a little embarrassed to not have much to say about your life.

Namjoon hummed and took a sip of his beer. He had taken off his tie and suit jacket, and loosened the top few buttons of his shirt. His hair was now gently tousled instead of gelled down, the black and gray locks falling onto his forehead. He looked… soft. Less like a CEO and more like a husband. You tried to shake off the weird feeling it was giving you.

The two of you fell into a nice conversation. You learned about his life. How he had been married in college, how she fell pregnant, how the baby wasn’t his. He gave you the details of the divorce and how he built up his career. Thrown in between stories were compliments and comments about how your blushy cheeks looked cute in the dim bar lighting.

You finished up your third drink, body feeling fuzzy and warm. You and Namjoon headed out of the bar, you holding onto his arm with drunken giggles coming out of your mouth. You can’t exactly remember what happened, or when, but you found yourself pressed against the wall of the bar in the alley, with Namjoon holding your face as the two of you feverishly made out.

“God, I’ve been wanting this for so long,” He moaned against your lips. “Take everything in me to not take you at work in those tight skirts.” His hand met the flesh of your ass from under your skirt. He kneaded the skin, sucking marks into your neck as he felt your body.

“You should have.” You teased back. Your hands trailed up his chest, toned muscle flexing under you hands, and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him back in for another kiss. “I’d let you take me right in this alley, Mr. Kim.”

“I’ll give you an even better offer.” He pulled you closer. “Why don’t we go fuck where all of Seoul can see us?”

Your legs went weak. Was he suggesting what you thought he was? You quickly nodded without another word and let him grab you by the wrist. Namjoon dragged you down the street and back to the office building.

Once in the elevator, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Namjoon had picked you up and pressed you against the wall, hands gripping and kneading your ass. You two messily made out, tongues twisting against each other, teeth clashing. Your hands slid from his shoulders to his biceps, squeezing the hard muscle under his shirt.

Namjoon didn’t even allow you to walk to his office, instead opting to carry you while you sucked red and purple marks into the tan skin of his neck. He slid the remaining objects on his desk to the floor and sat you on top of the wood.

You had never looked out his office window at night before. You could see almost all of Seoul, lights twinkled for as far as the eye could see. It was gorgeous. Namjoon had settled between your legs while you stared out of the window.

“Shit,” You gasped as his breath hit your thighs. Soft kisses trailed up the skin, stopping at where your skirt had ridden up. Your skin prickled at the feeling.

“I can stop.” He rested a warm hand on your thigh. His fingers traced shapes on the exposed skin. “We can stop, no hard feelings.”

You took a deep breath. Fucking your boss probably wasn’t the smartest decision you had ever made. But… he was hot. Fuck it, you nodded your head. “Please, I want you.” You buried your hands into his hair. “Keep going.”

He smirked and pushed your skirt up the rest of the way, bunching the fabric up at your waist. You sat exposed for a moment while he stared. “What a slutty choice of panties for the office.” He commented before running a finger over the, now soaked, lace. He continued to slid his finger around over your slit, collecting juices and teasing. He pulled his finger away and popped it into his mouth, humming as he licked it clean.

After that, he wasted no time. Namjoon slid your panties to the side and got to work, eating you out like you were his last meal. A shaky gasp left your lips as you threw your head back, a loud moan ripping its way from your stomach.

His warm tongue danced around your folds, licking around all the sensitive areas until he finally landed on your clit. He switched between fast motions and sucking, getting you close enough to teeter on the edge of an orgasm. You couldn’t believe how fast you had gotten to the edge.

“F-Fuck,” You whimpered as he slid his tongue into your entrance. “Fuck, Namjoon!” Your hands gripped his hair tight, pulling him in closer as you began to fall over the edge. “I-I’m, shit.” You couldn’t find the words to form a sentence.

The heat in your belly exploded as your muscles tensed up. Your hips twitched up as your pussy clenched rapidly around his tongue. Wetness dripped from your pussy down your thighs and ass, coating the wood of the desk.

Namjoon pulled away, lips bright pink and glistening. He looked up at you with hooded eyes and bit his lip. “Wanna keep going?” He stood up, now towering over you.

You nodded enthusiastically and pulled him down for another kiss as he undid his slacks. The pants dropped to the floor with a thud, his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor. By the time you pulled away, his underwear and pants were long gone, kicked somewhere in the shadows of his office.

Your jaw nearly fell to the floor when you looked down. Namjoon was rock hard, tip red and leaking, but the size is what got you. It was nearly as long as your forearm, and you weren’t even sure if you could wrap a hand around him. “There is no way that will fit inside of me.” You mumbled.

Namjoon chuckled. “Let's try.” He began to tease your entrance with his tip. He watched your face as he pushed in, stopping at the first sign of discomfort. He waited patiently for you to give him the sign to continue on.

He was filling you up so good. So deep. Touching and massaging places you never knew even existed. You groaned as he slowly began to move, hitting the perfect angle. You pulled Namjoon down and wrapped your arms around him. Your fingertips dug into his clothed back. His muscles tensed under your hands as he thrusted, the desk creaking under every movement.

“I knew you could take it, such a good girl.” Namjoon grunted. “Such a whore, letting me fuck you on my desk.” He pulled back to run a hand through your hair before tugging on it. “Who owns this pussy? Hm?”

You let out a loud whine. “You, you do, sir.”

A smirk painted Namjoons face. He mumbled out a quick praise and picked up the pace, absolutely assaulting your pussy. You weren’t sure if you would be able to walk right tomorrow.

“Shit, you feel so good.” He groaned. You whimpered in response and gripped him harder, holding onto your boss as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded. Like if you let go of him the ocean waves would pick you up and drag you away.

You could feel the waves building up in your lower tummy. The heat grew between your legs and through your belly. A slew of curse words left your mouth as the heat exploded, your fingertips dug into the firm muscle of Namjoons back.

Namjoon let out a groan as your pussy pulsed around his cock. The friction from that alone was enough to push him over the edge and he bottomed out before spilling inside of you. His cock throbbed deep inside of you as he came, hot seed coating your insides.

You sat for a moment, both attempting to catch your breath before he pulled out. When he finally did, a hiss left your mouth from the sudden emptiness and the feeling of cum dripping out of your pussy and down your ass. The fluid dripped down and pooled on the desk.

Namjoon had made quick work of getting redressed. By the time you had gathered yourself enough to pull on your underwear, he was fully clothed and standing by the door. He watched as you got yourself dressed and attempted to fix your hair.

“Y/N, would you like to see the view from my penthouse now?”

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mochilatae · 12 days

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A Matter Of Time (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count: 6.1k (ish)

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected sex, semi-public sex, night sex, flirting, kissing (tongue and other), making out, drinking, missionary sex, cumming on (you), orgasms (yours and his), dirty talk, oral sex (licking, sucking), intense sex, mouth fixation, finger sucking, fantasizing, semi/public nudity, spying/voyeurism (mild), thinking about Namjoon's big cock. Probably missed a few!

Genre: PWP, Strangers to lovers

AUs: Mildly CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: It's just a vacation at a beautiful resort. ..And it's just a matter of time until it becomes more.

Author’s Note: for @worldwideseal. Suffer well, dear sis. Purely for escape and sauce. Don't trouble yourself with the hows or gaps in this plot, just enjoy.

Thank you for reading, should you choose to. If you feel like letting me know what you liked with a comment, I'd love to hear. Reblogging is ALWAYS appreciated, but never required.

Tag List: @kiestrokes @askkrisachan

The travel agency had promised so many beautiful scenes. By far, this view outstripped them all. And this was not the result of losing track of time in tropical heat or some sun baked illusion.

This was as real as it got: A man, paused at the bow of a decent sized yacht.

The resort brochure had boats—all shapes and sizes. Certainly ones just like this, but being this close to one wasn’t on your itinerary. But snorkeling was, and you’d been doing fairly well at it.

Right up until you’d come to the surface to snatch a quick breath and saw the form, standing at the boat front. You sunk lower into the water, until only your nose and eyes showed.

Even the wide lens of the snorkel goggles didn’t diminish this impressive silhouette. Especially not such narrow hips. Or the way his body just widened the higher your stare went. You’d never seen a shoulder span like this, or a neck so elegantly long and thick.

He wore a smile as he rolled it right, face upturned to the sun.

Whatever might be on his mind, the man wore no concern, letting the sun wash across his sparkling face. Head to toe, every inch of skin shimmered.

You were certainly close enough to watch a few rivulets trickling down one side of his neck. And admire the way his hair was slicked along his scalp with almost artistic swirls. He ran fingers through a section, head rolling your way.

You snorted. A few bubbles broke the surface in front of your face as you bobbed, legs slowly kicking independent of where your focus was: fully zeroing in on this stranger. He certainly looked content relaxing one hip into the bow rail.

I KNEW I should have brought my camera. It was your best investment yet: a waterproof style that you’d saved a bit to purchase. Snorkeling had a purpose and you’d kicked yourself all morning after realizing the camera was sitting on the bed back at the hotel, unused.

Based on the man preening in silence, the camera’s full potential was going entirely to waste.

Wouldn’t have been a crime to sneak a snap or two of this hunk between shots of clownfish and stingrays. Or coral beds and seaweed.

It got better when you actually noted he wasn’t wearing a stitch. It was all bare skin top to toes. He spent a long time in the sun like this because the only parts a shade lighter were the rounds of his ass.

You had to give it to him, those were the best tan lines you’d EVER seen. Following the down slope of his abdomen, you caught the peek of familiar shape. Thick and bare. Your eyes popped as your gaze dragged to the other end of the boat, finding letters, painted immaculately in black with fleur-de-lis shapes accenting.

Fanta-sea

That’s cute. You had a passing concept of boat names, knowing enough that they were usually clever, humorous, or even punny at times. This name suited the owner. As far as you were concerned, he met the definition of a fantasy.

Foremost, yours but who even KNEW how many other women. There was no way on God’s green earth this man was here without company. And if he was? A resort this nice would soon fix that.

You took an unabashed eyeful of the man's ass when he turned away, readily deciding this was the choicest ass you’d ever seen. What you’d managed to see of his front was surpassed only with this angle. He was blessed with long legs and hamstrings defined by sections of tight muscle.

It was truly a delight for the eyes as he strolled towards the bridge, then ducked through an open door there. With him gone, your shoulders surfaced and tension ebbed away. That didn’t stop your lips trembling.

“Jesus..”

Yes, you’d been floating out here for a while, finally accustomed to the temperature, but now a chill ran the length of your body. Skin prickled against the flow as you began a sluggish dog paddle, heading for the shore.��

Although you’d started further down from where the yacht floated, it was hard to believe you’d missed it this easily. Every stroke against the current, you tried not to look back. Tried not to think about how he looked. How long he might be staying and was it the same resort?

For now, he seemed to be alone. There’d been no telling giggle, or signs of anyone else there to share the space and the view. No other body sprawled out on the deck, soaking up sunlight. That lack just added more questions to a rapidly growing list.

First and most pressing of all: What is his name?

The second followed just as doggedly, sinking claws into your brain: How could I even meet this guy?

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The ‘how’ came about all on its own, when you stood at the bar, watching the bartender pouring your drink. Until this moment, you’d been all too fixated on how close he could get to the top and not spill a single drop.

Just beyond the bartender’s left side, you noticed the stare. It wasn’t that you’d gotten to really see the face clearly, but you didn’t need to.

The shoulders were enough, even stressing the crisp white shirt of the form leaned against the bar, directly across the way.

And your confusion dimmed the lazy jazz and island fused beats down to a thrum as his stare held. You found the barstool suddenly so preciously high with both feet swinging inches off the floor.

Your fingers gripped the bar edge as you watched the man stand and make his way around. When he did, you knew that body, even a layer of clothing on.

With a warm evening breeze playing through your hair, your eyes followed the white, linen shirt approaching. It fluttered around the man’s chest as he braced an elbow into the counter next to your left side.

His smile had one dimple and the very subtle shadow of a second on the other cheek. The neon signs above the bar reflected in his curious stare. Both dark brows twitched up.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” At least you managed to speak up. Although the resort bar wasn’t packed at this hour, it was easy to hear your racing heart. The pace was much more than when you’d been kicking through the waves to chase exotic fish or explore coral reefs. And the view, even better.

A glass slid nearer. The man glanced there, then came back to your face. “Yours?”

As you lifted the glass the contents shivered briefly. Your lips met the rim with a responsive “Mmhmm.”

“Are you here alone?” He was moving along, another temperate breeze washing around you both. He wasn’t afraid to ask what you’d wondered earlier. You were beyond certain that this WAS that same man.

Your skin felt alive. It wasn’t just tropical heat, and it would soon be moving to other places. Several, ready to respond as intended around a good looking man like this.

You gulped down a mouthful of fruity coolness, hoping a little liquid courage would go a long way. Especially with your mind full of nothing but the recall of this man’s bare ass and smiling face, soaking up the sun hours ago.

But do you admit that? How could someone even approach that kind of thing? You couldn’t very well say ‘Yes I saw you naked, on a boat. No big deal..’ It wasn’t exactly a nudist resort here and he probably didn’t even think anyone would see as far down the beach as you’d gone.

It must have been written all over your face, because the man’s head inclined as his expression devolved into a cheeky grin. “What is it?”

“I’m alone.” You replied. His stare intensified, his upper body inching closer,closing off space for the breeze roiling its way down the bar, heading at you both again. Your skin was starting to get clammy.

“Is there something else?”

“..No.” Your eyes moved to the glass, sweating on the counter nearby and your nails drumming the wooden bartop. Out of beat and tapping the nail points in a nervous staccato.

He didn’t break eye contact. “I’m here alone too. How rare do you think that is?”

“Not that rare.” You ventured.

There was no way to really know, but you hadn’t missed the pairs and groups of people wandering around in the previous days. The beach was riddled with goers, all laughing and communing around you and your lone towel, umbrella pitched at an angle as you squinted into a book and sucked down a mimosa for a few hours.

It wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t like you’d been able to say you were having the MOST fun you could have. You had plenty of things to do and a partner or friends would just drag your schedule down.

“I think it’s interesting, anyway.”

While he was facing the bar and ordering a drink, you studied his face. The man’s skin had become dewy. The sheen went all the way down into the space at the top of his shirt. This wasn’t like ocean water evaporating in the midday sun rays.

This was a muggy summer sweat, which ALSO suited him well. It was getting hard to ignore the darker spots starting to appear where the sweat concentrated most, at the center of his broad chest.

He turned back with a glass in hand, raised it, then sipped, you spoke up with fingers circling your own glass. You didn’t sip. The glass never even left the bar.

“You’re here on that tour package–Island Escape?” It didn’t hurt to ask. “...I am. It was a great deal. Once in a lifetime thing, you know?” You added. Now felt like the right time to lay out your purpose for setting foot on these beautiful grounds, and it'd save him the trouble of asking.

He smiled again. “I’m more the self guided tour type.”

“You travel a lot?” Alone, hopefully.

The man nodded. You smoothed hair from your neck, winding the sweat dampened strand around one finger.

“Is it for work or…” Your voice trailed off. Bare toes curling, you came off the bar seat and went to the balls of both feet. You shouldn’t yield to the pressure pushing up from inside your hips, but there was every incentive NOT to ignore it.

“..Or something.” The man’s lids lowered perceptibly, watching you over the glass as he took another long sip, then set it down, entirely facing you.

Something about that was so satisfying, despite being overwhelmed. KNOWING he was looking at you, versus you looking at him–with him unaware–was an entirely different ball game.

“How often do you take these trips?” The man asked.

“Let’s start with the important question.” You retorted, a smile breaking out. He mirrored it, showing just how perfect his teeth were too.

“Hmm?”

“What’s your name?”

His head dropped with a chuckle, making both shoulders dance and drooping the shirt front lower. Giving a clear-as-day view of the tight valley between his pecs. And hints of muscle there, judging by the shadows playing. Your throat clenched.

“Yes, we SHOULD get that out of the way. A nagging detail, but probably important. I’m Namjoon.”

After he said his name, he held out a hand. You found his grip warm and measured as he pumped your hand but didn’t let go first. You wanted to hold it all night, but reluctantly pulled your hand back and rested it palm down on your thigh, feeling the heat through your gauzy skirt.

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s head bowed deeper this time, then he looked towards the resort, watching people further away. There were more couples. Somehow the attendance doubled between when you’d gotten here and when he’d come over. It wasn’t like anyone here knew you’d stumbled upon this man hours ago, when you’d seen him in a most intimate way–birthday suited and sun drenched.

For all you knew, this resort had a nudist beach portion. There was plenty to discover and you only had a handful of days. You’d only begun to check off a full list of activities, none of which stimulated below the belt.

Until tonight.

“You’ve been here a little while?” Namjoon asked, stepping closer. Standing that much closer. Within reach, more so than he’d been before. Unspoken respect, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more tempted to reach out and touch.

Underneath your skirt, the heat was becoming too much. So was the ache that was gnawing through you.

“A couple days.” You agreed.

“Me too. It’s nice this time of year.”

“Is that your..boat?”

Namjoon’s brows shot up again, then pinched briefly. “My boat?” He looked good, even feigning confusion, eyes shining playfully.

“Yes.” You puffed a little. “Out there in the water–I saw it earlier.”

“When?” He asked.

“Today. I was snorkeling and I saw it….saw you.” Fire clawed up your neck. Namjoon caught the flutter in your lids and lowered his own more. He took a brief bite of his lower lip, then scoffed.

“Did you? What was the name on the boat?”

“Fanta-sea, I think.” Don’t think. I KNOW. And Namjoon KNEW that you knew. His face came a little closer.

“Yeah. That’s my yacht. Didn’t think anyone would be on the section of beach, down that far. Usually it’s empty.”

Usually? You swallowed hard. “You’ve been there before?” Surely he meant the day before, or earlier than that.

“This time of year, yes. Other times it’s pretty packed. I try to avoid it in the dead of the season.”

“Season.” You echoed. Clarity was coming, rapidly. He wasn’t talking about it as a season vacation package-goer. This was so much more.

“Mmhm. Travel season. When vacationers overrun this resort. It’s not too bad right now. But there are times..” He didn’t finish, chuckling. When he grew quiet you stared into his eyes. And he looked deeper into yours, stirring something that had your walls twitching.

“Sounds rough..” You managed. You wanted to finish the rest of your drink but you were certain the glass would smash to the ground if you tried to pick it up right now. Instead, Namjoon pushed the glass further out of reach, following the bar top towards your hand. His fingers lightly rode the knuckles on the back of that hand.

“Y/n..” He was solemn as another breeze wrestled the shirt around his body. Your thinned lips refused to release any kind of affirmative sound—not that he needed it to continue. “..Have you ever been on a yacht?”

You managed a head shake.

“I want you to see mine. Come with me?”

You wanted more than that. You wanted Namjoon, just as you’d seen him earlier, except bathed in moonlight, naked under your gaze. If you could be guaranteed a chance at that….

Once again, he must have read the desire telegraphing in microexpressions across your face when he took your hand, fingers laced easily through. He tugged you closer, staring down his nose.

“Know you didn’t come here to see a boat, but trust me. It’ll be worth it.”

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You’d managed a few indulgences in your time on this planet–the occasional spa day with your closest friend. A nice dinner with your parents. A birthday shopping spree at the best stores on the rich end of town.

Stepping foot on a yacht wasn’t quite on your list, but not for the reason you’d assumed. Where you lived wasn’t close enough to a beach or convenient to fly to without sinking a whole day in and out of airports and planes.

But this trip came with bonuses that checked the lux yacht experience off your list after inking it right at the top.

Stepping onto Namjoon’s yacht proved it was even BETTER from on board than it had appeared floating in the ocean and stone’s throw away. Even with just the moonlight painting the finely finished wood deck.

The surface was cool under your feet as you paused away from the ladder and slipped off your flats. You laid them next to Namjoon’s shoes, arranged neatly side by side, then followed him as he moved towards the beam, where the yacht seemed to be widest. You could spin around, arms wide and never hope to hit a single thing–in fact ALL of your closest friends could do that very same thing with that guarantee.

Namjoon had turned, watching your big eyes roaming with a measured smirk. Slowly his arms crossed at his chest.

“View better from up here, hmm?” The wind was stronger here, and a bit cooler, coming off the water and the rocking of the yacht wasn’t noticeable as you’d expected. It was more an imperceptible sway.

“It’s beautiful.” You marveled.

Eventually your attention found its way to Namjoon, the darkness around consuming the taller portions of the ship, disappearing into the shadows if you squinted up or in any direction too far.

Not that it mattered.

This man standing just in sight, chest expanded, and the wind teasing his shape through whipping fabric was the best, most breathtaking view of them all. You weren’t even sure you’d noticed any stars in the sky as you gazed at Namjoon’s beaming smile.

“When you saw me today….What was I doing?” A step brought Namjoon close again and you braced, leaning into the soft tilt you could feel in your senses as a wave rolled the giant yacht body a little.

“Just…standing here.” You replied, skimming back more hair as it spilled forward over your shoulder, dragged by the wind. You knew he was watching that action, his eyes roving in matching directions.

“Standing here?” He glanced down. “I don’t think it was here.”

You held back a giggle. “Obviously not there.” You looked around, nodding towards the bow of the boat. “There… I think. It was hard to tell from down in the water but…I saw enough.”

“Did you?” He moved by you, but had your hand as he did, pulling you closer to the railing. You didn’t end up there, but you could see down into the water from the nose of the boat well enough. You had a sense of somewhere, in that dark ocean below, that he’d be lying to say he hadn’t seen you floating there–even as vast as the ocean was.

The water was too clear and calm earlier. And your bright pink snorkel set stuck out like a sore thumb, but you said nothing, combing back more hair on the other side, tucking it behind that ear.

Namjoon released your hand. His feather lite touch grazed your chin.

“I was standing near here.. Hmm?” You nodded, watching him do the same a little, fingers circling your chin. Pressure came as he squeezed softly, pulling the rounded shape up faintly. “..Just doing nothing?”

You managed another nod, grateful he didn’t let go.

“...What else did you see?”

“What do you mean?” You breathed. That building feeling that had nestled and filled up your pelvis became a massive, pulsing ache. There wasn’t a single, undisturbed nerve there.

“I think you can tell me.”

Whatever had compelled you to keep staring as you did earlier today, treading water, or not long ago, across the bar, on Namjoon’s approach, it was bigger than everything right now. And it kept you from breaking eye contact. It prevented any lie from growing roots.

“..Nothing.” Your tongue swept your lips and the wind sucked the moisture right off in a blink. “..You weren’t wearing anything.”

Namjoon’s face relaxed as his brows shifted as he nibbled his lip longer this time. “And what did you think of that?”

It wasn’t like you’d never seen a man naked. In your life you’d seen PLENTY of them. All shapes and sizes, but none like Namjoon. None had hit you so directly in the center of your need.

“I liked it.”

“I liked being naked. It’s freeing.”

You squeaked. It meant something, but you didn’t have time to figure out what. Namjoon’s thumb pried your lower lip down as he leaned towards you. His lips opened just a little. Dizziness rushed to your head as you swooned towards his approach.

At the last minute he stopped, the touch of his lips a silky heat as he spoke into your parted lips.

“Did you like what you saw?”

“Yes.” You whined. “Your body is—”

“Mmnnn..” He dragged his lips across yours for a peck and pulled back just so, again. “Be naked with me? I think you’ll find it’s liberating here.”

“Here?” You blinked, feeling your lips sinking around his thumb as he fed the tip past your lips.

“Yes. Out here. On my yacht. On the deck. Under the stars. Are you here to enjoy yourself and do what you want? I am.”

You didn’t answer, lips still tight around his finger, until it popped free from your latch. You chased it a little until Namjoon seized your chin again and leveled his stare on you, nose to nose.

“Y/n..” His tone dropped a level, dragged across gravel. Serious, to match his unflinching gaze. “What did you want when you saw me naked?”

Where could you even start? You went with the first thing your brain and loins demanded in unison.

“I wanted to feel you.” Confession felt so good, the heat spilling up out of your mouth as you spoke. Namjoon leaned his front into you, letting you get a good sense of his body. And it was exactly as firm and muscled as it looked from that big, deep blue world below.

You went about as wet too, right at your seal. Your nipples perked and you moaned when his chest dragged your top across the newly woken points.

Namjoon cradled one hip, then gathered the hem of your shirt, guiding it up your side. The other hand did the same, bringing your top to your breasts, peeling it away. Along with the bra underneath, he dropped both to the deck.

Smiling, Namjoon pulled your hands to his hips and nodded. “Go ahead. Help me out?”

This was really happening.

All the questions and pondering that had been building all day long and simmering all night were now about to find a happy realization. Fruition, in the form of your fingers, under Namjoon’s shirt, pushing rough and fast. He did the rest at his shoulders, hauling the garment off. It went right to the ground, atop yours.

Without speaking, your fingers walked the waist of his bottoms, finding them just like his shirt: a lighter material and quickly off his body. He kicked them clear after you stood up. Without waiting, his hands guided your skirt down.

As the stretching waistband widened and rolled down your hips, Namjoon mouthed over your bare belly. You moaned, listening to the sound carried away by the salty breeze. It didn’t matter–what mattered was how good this felt.

The water lapped the hull as Namjoon’s lips pressed into your skin. He tugged a bit of skin below your navel, shuffling your panties down last. When his open mouth found your pussy, your thighs shook and you melted down against his face.

Namjoon was ready, jaw flexing as his hands caught your hips, lifting you enough. His tongue dove against your folds, spreading you with a few long, firm licks. From the way his moan rattled your mound, he was more than pleased with the taste.

The stars you barely made out winking in the sky overhead, faded again as your eyes rolled shut when Namjoon pulled your clit tight between his lips. And sucked, deep. Hard. Pulsing his lips with a suction that didn’t falter.

It went on for some time until you felt like everything was flowing down, out of you. Your senses finally came back enough to groan his name as fingers scraped his scalp. Twisted hair through your fingers, tugging him closer, then trying to pull him away.

Namjoon wrestled himself free with a dulcet sigh. “You taste…so good…” He swabbed your slick from his lips in a lick, then palmed your ass. “...Lay down for me, baby..”

The deck was exactly as smooth as it'd been under your soles, when back and ass met it. No sooner and Namjoon went to hands and knees, then stroked both palms down the insides of your thighs to guide them apart and settled between. One leg he draped along the inside of an arm, the other he pushed up and out, angling the knee to widen you.

Opening you at the very center, wind spilling over slick coated skin. It felt good, but that didn’t last long. The gnawing emptiness was back and your hips twisted as you whimpered. The very last thing on your mind was the devilish details.

Small things, like what Namjoon said next.

“Y/n…You okay with raw?”

I shouldn't. So why do I WANT to? Vacations were about being care free, but this was about as far from sensible as you'd ever been. ...And every fiber said you WANTED it. Right-wrong-whatever, let it sweep you up.

Your palm struck wood, then dragged with a squeal of damp skin and sting of friction. Breasts jerked and rose higher as you arched. Impatience went right down to the center of your soul.

“Yes..” You gasped. “..Just want you.. Please… fill me up.”

Namjoon’s gripped cock drew close and he swept the head right up your center, coating the blunt end. You wanted to wither at the way he moaned in surprise. It wasn’t long before he guided his tip right against your opening.

A palm thumped against the deck, bracing right next to your hitched knee. The other arm bent, keeping your other draped leg angled shamelessly high. Then Namjoon slid inside. It was relief at first, as you stretched around his shaft. Then it was sweet pain as he sank deeper, stretching you more.

Your ass wiggled when Namjoon pulled back. Pushed in, with a single, firm body roll. He slid back out, then plunged again, this time falling immediately into a steady pump. He had a stroke that said he knew what to do with himself.

And how to take care of the perky tightness that was developing the more he thrust. Your fingers started at his forearms, circling there, then nails touched skin, sinking in, then dragging higher with a low moan. Your body shook with the impact, then gyrated counter to Namjoon’s marching pace.

“You feel so…tight. God..” He snarled, snapping hips harder. Less gentle, his head went back. The stars were back, under your lids, and when they opened, the shining started on Namjoon's skin.

Underneath your bare ass and back, the deck was alive with sound–you shifting up inch by inch with the power packed into each forward driving motion. Namjoon was heading quickly towards pounding and it was opening a pit of pleasure under your belly. Your walls gave a massive clench and chills washed over you.

An orgasm was right there, about to hit you hard. Your cocked knee recoiled more, snapping in place over Namjoon’s hip. The other heel sank into his back. Both climbed higher as he grunted. Added force. Barreled into you–through you. Waves of pleasure built on top of each other inside you.

Another dizzying rush and you barely gasped out “That’s it…Namjoon—” before it all hit you at once. Struck you dumb in a full body convulsion. His instroke faltered as you seized around him, clinging so hard onto his biceps that he shuddered. It must have hurt, but you couldn’t be bothered to notice.

You couldn’t help anything you did,except let out a high pitched shriek of relief. However far that carried, it wouldn’t be a surprise if it reached the shore. You’d taken more than enough time at 7 knots, getting further and further offshore, rising and boring through inky waters, deep into the approaching night.

And it led to this: you, under Namjoon, his cock stabbing relentlessly into you as he went on after a short reprieve. Enough that he could pummel you again, taking his own turn. Your nails slid through moisture again.

Had to be more sweat developing faster than the wind could wick away, but that was fine. Your pussy was ultra wet, just tight enough he could get away with more force. More depth. And it sounded so good. You were helpless to do much but lay here. Taking it with eyes bleary and fixed on a far away point of light. A single, white point blinking in the distant horizon.

It was just like that moment you’d seen him on the bow–under the golden sun. A mirrored moment, but bathed in white of the moon’s delicate aura now. Head craned, lines in his neck strong, taut skin aglimmer again. And like earlier, it pulled you in entirely. You couldn’t look away, eyes barely open, adrift in the afterglow.

And you, rocking against the final thrusts. Rocking like the waves against the ship’s hull, giving away as it was meant to: You, wet and pliant, melting around Namjoon with his last plunge in, before he pulled out and brought himself upright, head thrown back. His shaft speared once more through five tightly circled fingers, then the spurt of cum splashed onto your belly.

Hitting higher, shot by shot until he created a decent, milky pool between your shivering breasts.

Namjoon had to be proud of the sight: sweat and his load, mixed on your chest and torso. He openly admired, then his shoulders dropped. Eventually he leaned over you. In spite of however much effort he’d just put out, Namjoon was still just as careful laying against you with his full body weight.

His weary smile wasn’t lacking any satisfaction. A dreaminess painted his moon washed features. You found it easy to get lost, admiring in silence as he gathered thoughts then spoke.

“...God.. you’re…” That was YOU, robbing an obviously well spoken man of the coherency he was accustomed to. Probably even KNOWN for in his daily and professional life. I did that. And fuck does it feel AMAZING. If the girls back home only knew…

Not that you’d ever tell.

“Mmmm..You…didn’t want to finish inside me?” Was that really pouting in your tone? Were you really too fucked out to question yourself or hide it?

Namjoon chuckled, looking down at your breasts, and further, getting a much closer look at the chaos he’d left behind. The verdict was in–he was quite impressed at the handiwork.

“You didn’t ask.” When he dragged fingertips through his fluids on your belly, then headed for your mound, your hips lifted. His hand pulled back just before he reached what you were offering all over again. “..Mnnnngg…Good aim and distance.”

“You’d cum inside me if I wanted?”

Namjoon looked at you again,from under lowered brows, wearing a questionable smirk. “I’d consider it. Not the brightest move if we’re strangers.”

“Neither is condomless sex. Or sex on a boat, in the open ocean air.”

“Sex on the beach is an option too, Y/n. The night is still young and I know a stretch of beach that’s empty for SURE this time.”

“God..” You began. Delight tightened everything inside. Although you’d just cum, the body was quickly recovering and the mind was more than willing to meet this man’s unflagging energy. “..Namjoon..” you gasped, turning your face when shyness caught up for a moment.

He wasn’t letting that feeling gain any traction,bringing his face close, angling for a kiss. Ultimately soft, exploring your mouth lightly with his tongue. When yours flirted past his lips, he sucked the tip and you squeezed around nothing, drowning in a moment of pure desire. The kiss was over all too soon, and Namjoon was sitting up onto his knees.

“Let’s go below deck. Clean up and change.” He’d already begun indiscriminately collecting clothing, pausing to dab away the more plentiful globs he’d left behind on your chest and belly.

“Does that mean we’re heading back to shore?”

Namjoon sighed. “..Eventually, we have to.”

He WAS right, but you didn’t want to just yet. Not tonight and maybe not until tomorrow afternoon. It was much different enjoying the ocean being out on, rather than splashing hundreds of feet offshore or laying out on a towel in the sand.

Namjoon detected the concern in a pinch between your brows. “What’s wrong?”

“Does ‘eventually’ mean…now?”

“Not if you don’t want it to. I don’t…Is that okay?”

Relief felt as cool as the night air racing across your thighs and breasts. The puddled fluid on your skin was rapidly becoming distracting for different reasons: a persistent reminder of the temperature falling around you as the night wore on.

“Yes.” You smiled as he took your hand and brought you to your feet. Even entirely naked, you suddenly didn’t care much. It was a nice surprise. In the past, nudity hadn’t been the easiest for you. A vacation from that hang up was a bonus.

Standing face to face, Namjoon watched you for a moment. And you gazed up, remembering the moment you saw his eyes, around the bartender. You hadn’t done much and it hadn’t been long, but you felt different enough to ensure you’d come back from this trip a changed person.

“Let’s get settled. Sleeping on a yacht in the ocean…It’s like a waterbed. Best sleep of your life..” There was no need to promise. Namjoon had already guaranteed it. From the pleasant and relaxing heaviness seeping through every limb, this would be the most refreshing night of sleep you’d had in a long time.

And when it came to vacations and resorts, this would lead the pack for a long time too.

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You buckled the lap belt long before the flight leveled out and reclined back into your seat. It was routine. Everything, going off without a hitch. At the airport reasonably early. Breezing through security. And now, perfectly situated–magazine on your lap. Earplugs prepped for insertion. Carry on tucked under your seat. Your final step in the ‘routine’ was a look out the window.

Cruising altitude was a few minutes away, but peeking out the small window to your left, you could see it all easily enough.

The island. Large, pale squares of the resort’s most prominent buildings. Even the darker red clay tiles of the resort bar. Where your best night had begun. Better than the hikes. Better than the tours of the ancient landmarks.

And out there, at the shoreline, the thin white trail of the waves rushing at the shore line, then ebbing away as they slid back to where they’d come: the vast and endless ocean. You couldn’t make out figures on the beach anymore, from this high up.

And because of that, you knew looking for Namjoon was fruitless, until the moment you saw it: his ship there, anchored further down the shore, opposite from where you’d found him. A single, elongated white shape, alone on the blue.

For a moment a pang of sadness filled you dangerously to the top, bringing a brief heat to your eyes, but you blinked it away, smiling against the thick plastic of the window. You focused on his boat for a bit longer, then shut the window shade.

It was how you needed to leave things: the last sight should be what had made the most impact in your memory: Namjoon. And his smile as he let your hand go first,when you’d left this morning. Early–just before the sun was fully out, sweatshirt shapeless on your form, eyes puffy from sleep but still struggling to drink him in so close.

And what he’d said–that he’d see you again... How did you know?

Show and prove came in the form of a link: a text with a link. When you clicked it brought up a calendar with Namjoon’s name. There wasn't much detail beyond dates and locations--blocks of color hashing out days at a time.

Whoever Namjoon was here at the resort, beyond the boundaries and back in daily life, he was regimented. Private. Very secure. Protective of his time and much, much more.

Those walls were high but for a few hours he'd given you a peek over. This text brought them down again--something you had a feeling did not come easy or often.

He meant what he said. 'I'll see you again.'

Scrolling forward through his calendar, for a few months from now, you knew exactly when. Your mind was already doing the math farther ahead. Finding that perfect alignment.

All you had to do was pick a date and fly there. From here,and no matter how far apart you were, it was just a matter of time.

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London Calling | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x Vixen

Wordcount: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff, smut, pwp, established relationship!AU, idol!Au, Married!AU

Rating: 18+; minors, please do not interact

Synopsis: Vixen has decided to distract herself from Namjoon's incumbent enlistment by focusing on her job. She has accepted adding more international works to her portfolio and is currently in London; too bad Namjoon can't help but post risqué pictures on his Instagram, and it really seems he's doing so to try and get her attention.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Swearing, Fear of infidelity, Nostalgia. Extremely mild DDLG dynamics, Babygirl!Vixen, Brat!Vixen, Phone sex, Masturbation, Dirty talking. Mentions of: Oral sex (both male and female receiving), Lingerie kink, Sex toys, Spanking. Oh, and one of Joon's friends simps for Vixen.

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“Been hearing someone’s on their worst behaviour.”

Namjoon’s chuckle on the opposite end of the line is everything you need to know. “What can I say, my last moral anchor is busy girlbossing around the world.” He licks his lips and sits down on the sofa, his friends messing around his kitchen, beers and liquors spread around your marble counter. “I’m missing my lucky star.”

“Your guardian angel.”

“My only angel,” he flirts.

The game is back on between you and Namjoon. Ever since you decided to stop waiting around for his enlistment and have started accepting international projects on your portfolio, it’s like no matter where either of you are, it’s always time to flirt on the phone.

Or mess around even more.

He’s touched down in London for you about two weeks ago, showing up at your hotel room with an Agent Provocateur bag dangling from his pretty fingers and the kind of smile that always gets you shimmying out of your panties.

“What are you up to, love? What time is it over there?”

“Uh-huh. I’m the one doing the asking here, mister.”

He puts his glass back on the coffee table, and leans over with his elbows on his knees. “I’m just trying to feed my imagination, little fox. What’s a boy to do, with an empty bed and a sexy wife on the other side of the world?”

“I don’t know, maybe be more careful before talking talks he can’t walk?” you suggest.

He lowers his voice before saying, “You’d be over my knee right now, you know?”

You decide to talk back, just to mess him up further. Your voice is like midnight fog when you tell him, “you’d have to catch me first.”

He steals a glance towards the kitchen. This feels an awful lot like when the two of you began hanging out — the secrecy, the craving, the distance, and the pining. Except this time you have rings on your hands and there’s no doubting loyalty, not on his nor your behalf.

He toys with his own ring, tracing it with his thumb, twisting it a little to the left, then to the right, back and forth.

“It seems you appreciated that quick leak…”

You click your tongue. “One of these days you’re gonna end up naked in those pics and I’ll have to come home to do damage control.”

“Is that all it takes to have you back home? I miss my territorial little vixen.” He stares at your stash of books in the bookshelf, standing tall right next to his, but looking twice more put together.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been acting sluttier lately.”

“At least I haven’t gone entirely shirtless yet.” He picks up the glass again and you hear him swallowing through the line. “Unlike some of my friends. You should consider yourself lucky.”

“Lucky, you say?”

He hears the sound of a glass being put down. “Are you drinking, babygirl?”

You cock an eyebrow and stare at your glass of red wine. “I’m dined and wined. You know which bit is missing. But it seems you’re not that deserving.”

“What did you eat?” He doesn’t grant you the courtesy of winning this sensual verbal sparring. That tiny comment about being dined and wined was a trap, he can tell. Looking so casual and half-hearted can only mean you expected him to go there, and if he does, he’ll probably end up right where you wanted him.

He can do better.

“I had a steak. With a lovely truffle cream. I’ll have to make it for you next time you’re around.” Your reply comes off beat, and he smiles, happy that he caught you off guard.

If this were a match of martial arts, you’d be dwindling a little, your balance compromised. “I’d love to. Miss your tiramisu. Your cheesecake. Your aglio e olio. Your sweet little ass working around the kitchen.”

You laugh, the sound as bright and heartstopping as ever. Blood rushes to his cheeks. He loves making you laugh. “You got the guys over, I assume? Four in the morning?”

“We just finished working. Like maybe an hour ago or so.” He can’t keep calm anymore. Everytime you call him when he’s home, his gaze keeps wandering to every piece of it that belongs to you.

Sometimes it’s suffocating. Sometimes he sleeps back at the studio. Sometimes he stays over at other people’s places.

Now it’s the portrait of your orchids that you had commissioned for him. It sits next to his bonsais, so he can think of your collection each time he’s watering his own.

Sometimes he wonders who is whose subtext, because at times he thinks you’re the one who picked up habits from him, other times he thinks it’s him who accidentally got into certain hobbies through the years so he could be your exact shadow once the two of you finally met and aligned.

“Also, you’re calling at four in the morning,” he observes. “Oh…” He rubs the back of his head, then plops back on the sofa, as if he were deflating slowly. “Right. I’m your booty call.” He chuckles. “Almost forgot.”

“I can find someone else in a more suitable time zone, if that sits well with you,” you reply, your tone just a tiny bit annoyed. His nonchalance irks you just a little.

“That your sneaky link, man?” you hear someone holler on his side.

“So now I’m miss sneaky link, huh? Not bad, mister booty call.” You click your tongue. “I’ll leave you to your friends. I thought you were alone, didn’t mean to disturb.” This could be your chance to win this match.

“No, don’t go because they’re about to. Kind of right now,” he says, looking towards the kitchen and nodding towards the door. “Sorry guys. Vixen’s rule.”

“He don’t deserve you, honey,” one of his friends calls. “Just one chance, miss. Kindly.”

“We’re literally married,” he tells the guy, then to you, “Bum says hi.”

“Oh, hi sweetie. What are your thoughts on the London timezone?” you ask, coquettishly.

“Careful, fox.” Namjoon’s voice is stern when it comes on. It makes you sit taller on your seat, redirecting the pressure in between your thighs. “And you’d better not reply, Bum.”

The guy stares at Namjoon as he says. “For you, anything, my queen. Though, from personal experience, it’s excellent for your late nights and our early mornings. If you know you know,” Bum suggests.

Namjoon slaps the guy’s back with the most sarcastic smile on his face. “Time to go, dude.”

“Starcrossed lovers, that’s our fate, my queen.”

You laugh loudly and Namjoon is a little annoyed. “All the great loves are those that never happened, Bum.”

“Guys, I’m literally right here!?” Namjoon says, embarrassed and just a tad annoyed. “You, get out of my house. And stop trying to seduce my wife.”

“Bum, can you keep an eye on him? Kinda worried I might not be the only sneaky link of his.” You joke about it, but deep down, there’s always a sliver of worry in it. You wouldn’t be surprised if some of his friends were encouraging him to be unloyal to you just because you decided to push forward with your career.

“He’s too busy panting for you to even begin thinking about someone else.” Bum’s putting on his shoes by the door, hushered by Namjoon. His three other friends are similarly getting dressed, laughing at the exchange.

“Literally, Vixen—”

Namjoon looks like he’s baring his teeth at Bum using his nickname for you.

“He’s whipped. We keep him in check, but it’s like guarding a leashed little puppy.”

You giggle, sweet and endeared. “Good. That’s the way I like him.” You lick your lips. “Make sure he doesn’t bare his ass on Instagram.”

“So you’re falling for his little thirst traps?” Bum’s laugh booms in the room and Namjoon wacks him on the head, worried about the neighbours. Also, he doesn’t like admitting that when he posts, he’s thinking about the way you would react when seeing him.

“You know how I am, Bum. I’m always falling for him,” you confess, cheesy and utterly honest at the same time.

Namjoon smiles like the cat who got the cream. “That’s sweet, babygirl. The guys are leaving now. Bye guys,” he says quickly, finally kicking them out.

You try to say bye in return, but you hear the door close and Namjoon is immediately all over you. “Always falling for me, huh?” He heads back towards the sofa. “That’s new.”

“That’s actually so, so old.” You roll your eyes but smile through it anyways.

“You’re my only sneaky link, Vixen. Still got your claw marks all over my back, by the way. Lovely touch.”

“Gotta mark my territory,” you state matter-of-factly.

“Wanna switch this over to a video call?” he suggests, already undoing the first button of his shirt.

“Just so I can be reminded I’m not over there fucking you right?” You snort bitterly. “No way.”

“We could make this our own personal porno,” he suggests, grateful that his trousers are baggy enough to give him extra space around the crotch. “Just a little visual aid.”

“You’re telling me you don’t remember how I rode you last time?” You undo the little bow at the waistband of your pyjama pants, your fingertips tiptoeing around the elastic of your panties.

“Let’s say I wouldn’t mind having a bit more than a memory to hold on to.” As if telepathically connected, he’s also undoing the button and zip of his denim cargos.

“Fair. You usually hold on to my hips while I fuck you.”

He hisses, head thrown back. “And you hold on to my throat when I’ve been an exceptionally good boy.”

A shiver screeches down your torso, then spreads through your midriff and settles somewhere at the small of your back, as if recalling the phantom touch of his hand, of his thumbs imprinting themselves in the twin dimples at the base of your spine. He likes resting his fingers there when he’s taking you from behind. It’s like the little dips were designed for his digits to rest there.

“You’re such a lucky little fucker,” you tease him and he one-ups you,

“I fucking am, but last time I checked you usually sort of profit from it.”

Your sultry laugh is his favourite form of payment — right now he’s richer than he’s ever been.

“Are your hands free, love?”

You let him hang there for a couple long seconds, your breathing heavy. “They’d be freer if you were here,” you tell him. “Maybe not.”

“They’d be all over me, and you know it, little fox.” He purrs as his hand finds a good spot. He’s not yet actually touching himself, but he’s definitely teasing. “Got on a fucking plane for those hands.”

“You flew for twelve hours for these hands.”

“And for that ass,” he adds, quick-witted.

Your laugh is more of a snort. “And that too.”

His zipper is undone, he dips his hand under the waistband of his briefs, shifting it downwards. “For that smart mouth of yours,” he whispers. “Just to kiss it for a bunch of hours.”

“It was very grateful,” you remind him, trying to bluff the fact that your middle finger is now circling your clitoris.

“I remember that.” His heartbeat is starting to accelerate. “I had to stop it from being a little bit too grateful.” He remembers the silky feeling of your hair in between his fingers, the tension in your hand on his thigh as you tried to take more of him. “My birthday girl,” he hums. “And yet, I was the lucky bastard who got presents.” The sight of you in that powder pink corset, with the delicate ruffles, and the feather trims tracing the top of your breasts, palpitating with every single excited breath you took.

It had been like seeing a map of your arousal, goosebumps rising on any inch of skin he had dared lay his eyes on.

“You were so responsive,” he whispered. “You were so fucking wet.”

“You teased me for almost an hour,” you object.

“I’ll have to make it two hours next time then.” He’s throbbing in his own palm, circling his tip, hissing when he hits a too-sensitive spot. “Maybe with the tickler still.”

“It was delightful, I will admit that.” You’re leaning on your hand now, cupped between your thighs. “Wish your face was between my legs.”

“Wish you were sitting on it, baby.” He bites his lip, as if he could recall the feel, the taste of you on his mouth. “Can’t believe it’s been two weeks already.”

“I can’t wait to be home,” you moan.

He can tell you’re touching yourself, from your ragged breathing, and from the way your voice has become more vulnerable, and more impatient too. “I’ll make sure to clear my schedule when you do. We can do that ‘seven days a week’ type of shit.”

You moan and he laughs to himself.

“Are you gonna come for me, my love?” he asks fondly, his voice like a dark caress. “Are you thinking about my mouth fucking you? About my tongue stroking you, feeling how wet and warm and sweet you are?”

“Joon, please,” you beg, a desperate little laugh.

“No need to beg, babygirl. You can have everything you want when you’re with me,” he continues, with his calm, direct voice. “You can take it, love. You can have me deep inside you, and you can suck on my fingers if you’re struggling to keep your voice down.” He’s quickened his own pace, trying to climb as fast as you do. “Or you can be loud, and tell the neighbours who’s making you feel this good.”

“When I get home I want you to mess me up for days. You’re gonna mark me, and make love to me and fuck me and feed me. You’re gonna cuddle me to sleep, then wake me up with your hand between my legs.”

You’re holding your breath as you speak, your high approaching like an incumbent, massive wave.

“I promise, love.”

“Are you coming too?” you ask, and he hums simply.

“I’m close.”

“I want you to fuck me while I sit on your lap.”

“On the sofa?”

“On the sofa, on the floor, in bed, I don’t care.” You gasp, then chuckle as you hit an indecently good angle with your fingers. “I want to hold you as we make love.”

“You will, baby.”

“I wanna whisper in your ear that you’re my one and only. That you’re the only one in the whole world who can get me this good.”

He loves when you get emotional during sex. He loves when you start to ramble and you tell him all those things you usually keep to yourself. “I can’t wait either. I miss you in bed. I miss you at every meal, I miss going to our galleries. I miss every fucking thing.” He’s getting desperate. “And most of all, I miss those eyes on me.”

“I’m coming,” you gasp, out of the blue, the idea of sitting on his lap, naked, making love to him, your mouth clamped around the crook of his shoulder to keep quiet, his hands tracing your back, his eyes looking for yours, for confirmation, for loyalty, for reassurance, for companionship.

“That’s my darling.” He can let go now, and he fucks his hand with intention, with neat powerful jerks. He helps himself with strong thrusts of his pelvis, and precise tugs of his hand too. He grunts when he hears your sweet whimpers on your side of the call, and finally he follows you into pleasure, with the image of your head thrown back, your plump lips agape, your hair tumbling wild behind you as you bounce on him.

He can almost feel the aftertaste of your perspiration on the tip of his tongue.

“Wow,” you say as soon as you manage to recollect yourself.

He’s still sort of numb, his orgasm spilled on his stomach and happy trail. Just a glimpse down and he’s already envisioned the phantom of you studying his semen, lowering yourself to his navel and tracing it with your digit, only to bring it to your mouth to have a taste. He clicks his tongue in disappointment.

“Damn, I wanna cuddle the fuck out of you and you’re too far away.” He reaches for a tissue to clean himself quickly. “I guess that’s why we don’t do this more often. I miss the aftercare.” He pulls himself back in his briefs, then blocks his phone between his shoulder and ear and stands to get rid of the tissue. “How are you feeling, love?”

“Hunting for chocolate.”

“Oh, baby…” He giggles, endeared. “Should I order something for you?”

“No… it’s okay.” You’re a little bit sad, but you try your best not to let it show.”

“Not even those glass beads you’d seen on our favourite website?”

You widen your eyes. “Let’s not make say things we don’t mean now...”

Namjoon laughs fondly. “Thought so.” He waits a little. “We can just talk, by the way. Or you can go grab a toy and we can keep going with this. We could discuss in great details what you intend to do to me once you’re back.”

“We could do that. Or we could video call and you could watch me hump this little thing you got me.”

He grins. “Then let me get comfy. We’ve got quite the night coming up.”

You smile. “We do.”

He hesitates. “We don’t have to, you know? If you don’t want to video call. I’m okay with just hearing you.”

You pause. Your love for him multiplies exponentially in your chest. “Sure we don’t have to. But I want to.”

Namjoon smiles. “Okay.”

“Get comfy, lucky boy,” you tease him.

“I’ll be right there.”

It’s almost six in the morning when you fall asleep. He’s propped the phone right beside him on the pillow and though he’s found himself dropping it a couple times, he’s refused to let go until he was sure you were asleep.

Now he closes the video call and locks his phone, putting it back on the nightstand. He pulls your pillow close, hugging it to his chest, then throws a leg on top of it. He places another pillow in between his legs, where your thighs would normally tangle with his.

He breathes in the vague scent of you left on the bed — not much since the sheets have been changed and he can only smell the laundry scent you normally use, of sandalwood and cedar, warm and spicy.

Twenty-three days.

He can handle it.

He falls asleep with the memory of your body like ivy against his own. Even this far apart, he is and will always be covered in you.

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hobistyles · 1 year

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Late Night Texting

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warning/Tags: Cussing, sexting, dirty talk, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex (please be smart!), smut, use of the word daddy.

A/N: Please listen to this playlist while reading this. Joon is my bias wrecker and lately he's been making me feel some type of way, so I wrote this with no intention of it having a plot!

Your phone obnoxiously vibrates. A small groan left your lips as you open your eyes. The notification interrupted your orgasm and it frustrated every part of your body that you ended up giving up, throwing your vibrator across the bed to get your phone to see who the hell could interrupt you at this time.

Joon: You up? 👀

Y/N: Leave me the fuck alone, Namjoon! You just had to bother me at this time, huh?

Joon: Oh…may I know what I interrupted?

You roll your eyes and stop responding. He knew what he was doing, but you couldn’t entertain him right now. It wasn’t because you didn’t want Namjoon to fuck your brains out, because every opportunity that you could—you would. Everything about him was so mesmerizing, especially his size. You were just mad that you didn’t finish, so everything was annoying you at this point.

Joon: If I’m correct in what I think you were doing, you know daddy can help you with that.

Fuck. He was so sexy. You bite your bottom lip and close your eyes, remembering the last time you two had a night together. How he fucked you for hours. The way his large hands wrapped around your neck like a pretty necklace. Namjoon was such a gentleman, but he fucked you like a whore, and that’s what you loved about him. Everyone thought he was so innocent, but if they only knew how he was in bed.

You give in.

Y/N: And what exactly do you think I’m doing?

Joon: Mmm, baby. Let’s not act so pure. We both know what you were doing. By the looks of it, you’re horny, I’m horny, so respectfully, let’s fuck.

You shut your legs, tightly, feeling your pussy getting wetter the more he texts you.

Joon: Let me take care of you.

Y/N: I told you to leave me alone. You tease.

Joon: Fuck it, I’m coming over. See if you have that same energy.

You giggle to yourself, getting him exactly where you wanted him. You hated to admit how much you craved Namjoon. You didn’t want to seem like every girl you’ve ever spoken to. They always ran their mouth about how hopefully one day they would be able to sleep with him. Despite all that, you knew Namjoon was yours. He always told you whenever you were ready for a relationship—he was too. To him, this was more than just two best friends having fun, it was way more intimate than that. You cared a lot about him, but your last relationship kind of ruined the view of love and a relationship for you. Regardless, he always respected that and had patience.

About 15 minutes pass up and there’s a quiet knock at your door. You quickly jump out bed, fixing your hair a bit and wrapping the ties to your robe around your waist to hide the surprise you had for him underneath. His favorite pair of lingerie. You check the peephole to confirm it was him and open the door.

“Hey baby,” he wraps his arms around your waist. “I’ve missed you.” He whispers in your ear, giving your neck a peck.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you slightly moan at the attention he’s giving your neck.

“What happened to all that shit talking over text, babe?” He chuckles, “I thought you wanted to be alone.”

“Fuck you!” You roll your eyes, letting out a slight laugh.

“If you let me in, I can get started on that,”

Both of your hands intertwine together, leading to your bedroom. You definitely had set the mood, turning on red LED lights. He locks the door behind you as you waste no time in pushing him on the bed. Tonight was about him. You crawl over to him seductively, finding the waistband to his sweats as you flip your hair to the side. The bulge peaking through was very noticeable and you knew how hard you made him. Your small hands pull down his sweatpants.

“This time I’m taking care of you, Joon.” Your eyes don’t leave his as you slowly remove your robe and throw it across the room.

“Fuck, Y/N…all this for me?” He grabs you, sitting you on top of him, his warm hands gripping your ass as he pulls you in for a heated kiss.

You pull away, “I said this time I’m taking care of you, so just relax for me, okay daddy?”

The words that came out of your mouth caused him to groan, lightly. He quickly helps you to remove his boxers, finally releasing his thick hard cock. It perfectly slapping his stomach, making him wince at how badly he needed to be taken care of. You open your mouth and wrap your lips around his tip, then fully sinking down trying your best to take all of him. Your cheeks are hallowed and the tip is now at the back of your throat. Saliva forms around your lips as your head is bopping up and down.

“Shit,” Namjoon hisses, grabbing a fistful of your hair to prevent it from being in the way. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Gagging noises fill the room and tears slowly come down your cheeks. Fluids are running down your inner thighs, practically begging to be touched. Your hands cup the end of his balls and carefully squeeze them side to side, adding more pleasure. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, you know that?” Namjoon’s words make you moan, sending vibrations to his cock. You release the grip on his balls and wrap your hand around the base of his throbbing length, slowly jerking it up and down, still sucking him off. Nails clawing Namjoon’s thighs, for sure leaving marks behind. He pulls himself out of your mouth with a pop. Eyes were dark and full of lust, “open your mouth,” you do as he says, sticking your tongue out as he slaps his tip on your tongue. He gets up and motions, “come here,” you immediately get out of bed and stand in front of him.

“Get on the bed on all fours for me…show me that pretty ass, baby.”

You do as he says, while he kneels down in front of the bed. Ass all in his face. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Why didn’t you tell daddy how much your pretty pussy needed attention?” He removes your panties, throwing them on the ground.

“Joon, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please…touch…me…” you moan.

Namjoon runs his fingers on your folds, spreading your arousal evenly before spitting on your cunt. He inserts two fingers as well as his warm tongue, circling your clit.

“Oh shit, J-Joon! Feels so good…”

The gushing noises from your wetness echoed through the walls. His teeth nibble on your clit, that’s when you lose it. His fingertips brush against your g-spot, making you throw your head back as he took that opportunity to add a third finger. You wine, gripping onto the bed sheets tightly, feeling your climax coming like fireworks. Namjoon continuously flicking his tongue on your clit, persistent on pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Baby…g-gonna cum!” You squeeze your eyes shut, “p-please let me cum!”

“Let go, baby girl.”

And with that, you release your juices all over his fingers. He doesn’t hesitate to suck all your liquids up like nectar. He stands up, giving your ass a smack, lining himself up, pumping his length and pushed his dick inside you.

“You’re so tight,” he moans, having a solid grip on your waist. Namjoon’s pace quickens, the sound of skin slapping against each other. The position making you feel every inch of him deep inside of you. White cream perfectly coating his shaft.

“Holy shit, Joon!” You scream. He grabs a chunk of your hair, only to thrust aggressively in you. Moans unable to escape your mouth. Your head is spinning and feel your second climax coming in. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, fuck me just like that.”

Reaching for his hand, he grabs your wrist, pinning them against your back. “You take my dick so well, so good for me. I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

Your walls clench around his cock, making him twitch. Your back arcs and legs go weak as you reach your orgasm full on.

“Shit, I felt that!” Namjoon groans at the tightness around his cock. “I’m close Y/N, where do you want me?”

“In my mouth,”

He quickly removes himself from inside you and stands next to the bed. His large hands pumping himself in front of you. Your mouth open, patiently waiting for him to release.

“Ahh…fuck Y/N!” He moans, throwing his head back, his white warm load shooting right into your mouth, swallowing every single drop, sucking him off dry.

You giggle as you pump his length a few times before letting go.

“Come here,” Namjoon breathes, laying next to you as he wraps his arms around your waist. Your hot sweaty bodies glue together.

“That was fucking amazing, Joonie.” You lay your head on his chest, hearing his heart beat.

He laughs, finally catching his breath. “So…was this worth me interrupting you?”

“Mmm, what do you think?” You laugh, kissing his cheek.

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daegudrama · 11 months

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Daegudrama’s Spicy Festa Special D-7

Title:Lessons in Love Making

Pairing: Reader/Kim Namjoon/Jeon Jungkook

Summary:Jungkook lost his virginity but thinks he must've done a bad job by the person's reaction. He seeks out his two best friends, Reader and Namjoon, to help him learn how to make love. They gladly accept the challenge.

Word Count: 5564 words

Jungkook looks down at his hands as you sit next to Namjoon on the couch. He seems nervous which is odd considering how close the three of you are. The three of you tell each other everything. To the point where there’s a running joke between your other friends that he’s your third. Jungkook squeezes his folded hands as if that might relieve his anxiety. Neither of you are sure why he asked you here, but it must be serious if he’s acting this way.

Namjoon takes your hand, swiping his thumb over yours as he waits for Jungkook to speak. His eyes are soft looking towards the younger one. The two of you would do anything to help Jungkook. He is very important to you.

“Last week I went on a date with that girl I met at the gym.” Jungkook says keeping his eyes glued to his hands. His hair is falling into his eyes, soft waves hiding his doe eyes. “She brought me to her apartment and we had sex but it seemed like she didn’t like it. It was really awkward. I should’ve listened to you and done it with someone I care about.”

Your heart sinks as a dejected look takes over Jungkook’s face. Could it really have been that bad? You know it was his first time, but still you thought he knew at least a little. He sure talks like he knows how to please someone. I guess application of those skills is not always as easy. Or maybe she was difficult and unwilling to help him learn. You wonder if he disclosed the fact that he was a virgin.

“Are you sure? Maybe you just read the situation wrong.” Namjoon says with a comforting tone.

“No hyung, you should have seen her face. It looked like she was waiting for me to be done the moment I started. I’m surprised she didn’t roll her eyes.” Jungkook pauses, unfolding his hands and wiping away the sweat on his jeans. He finally looks up as he continues. “I know what I’m about to ask is a lot and you are free to reject it without any hard feelings.”

“What do you need, Tokki?” You ask, squeezing Namjoon’s hand while you try not to jump to conclusions. There are a lot of places your mind is going that you aren’t sure it should be.

“Will you please teach me how to have sex?” His voice is meek and he can’t hold eye contact as you look at him.

You and Namjoon have been friends with Jungkook for years, but that hasn’t stopped each of you from having a small crush on him. Everything about him is perfect from his bunny smile to the way he won’t leave you alone when you’re upset until you feel better. You’ve discussed how he makes you feel with your boyfriend and were just a little surprised when he said he felt the same. In any other situation between friends this would be an outrageous request, but it’s something you will happily do. It’s something that even excites you. Jungkook is one of your best friends and he trusts you to teach him how to be navigate some of life’s most intimate moments..

Namjoon looks into your eyes with a raised eyebrow and you nod your head slightly. Of course, he looks a little surprised but he’s not going to miss a chance to be a teacher. He’s too good at what Jungkook wants to learn for him to pass up this offer.

“We’ll help you, but you need to be in charge here. We need to know what you want to do and what you are okay with us doing to you.”

“I don’t know where to start.” He sighs walking the short distance to where you are sitting. Namjoon lets go of your hand and the youngest sits in the middle as you make room. “I need your guidance. Where should we start?”

“How confident are you about kissing?” Namjoon questions lying one hand against Jungkook’s back and rubbing small circles.

That is a good jumping off point. Jungkook has definitely kissed a few people but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it. It’s hard to imagine lips as pretty as his not being able to make a person’s knees weak.

“I don’t think I’m bad but I’m sure there’s things you could teach me.” He hums a faint sparkle in his eyes as he looks between the two of you. “Let’s start there.”

Namjoon pulls Jungkook off the couch and stands in front of him. The older man takes Jungkook’s jaw between his large hands hesitating for a moment. Jungkook’s hands rest on Namjoon’s waist trying to pull him closer. Namjoon comes closer just like Jungkook wants until their bodies are almost flush against each other.

“Are you sure?” Namjoon breathes out so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“Please kiss me, hyung.”

Your boyfriend leans forward and gently kisses Jungkook. Your stomach flutters like you are the one who’s being kissed. Jungkook’s hands are balled up into fists around the fabric of Namjoon’s shirt. Namjoon pulls away with a soft smile on his face. You have to be gentle with your dongsaeng.

“Koo, please don’t just stand there. Kiss me back.”

Jungkook’s head surges forward searching for a kiss but instead he bumps noses with his hyung. A nervous laugh leaves his lips and he makes eye contact with you. When you give him an encouraging nod he slowly presses his lips to Namjoon’s. Jungkook is so beautiful moving his lips in time with Namjoon.

Jungkook takes the initiative and coaxes the older man's mouth open, deepening the kiss with surprising skill. Namjoon seems to be enjoying the kiss. He slides his hand from Jungkook’s jaw to the back of his head threading his fingers through the younger’s long hair.

A groan escapes Jungkook’s lips and you can see the way his cheeks flame red. He tries to pull away but Namjoon holds him there kissing him with an open mouth in a way that makes heat pool in your stomach. Is it bad that seeing them kiss is turning you on?

Jungkook’s hands relax as they continue to kiss. His hands travel to Namjoon’s back, feeling the older one's hard body. Jungkook pulls back with Namjoon’s plump bottom lip between his teeth. Your boyfriend gasps and Jungkook pulls away cover his face with his hands.

He sits beside you, hands still covering his face. It’s obvious he didn’t realize that was a good sound. After years of being with Namjoon you are no stranger to that sound.

“Koo, I like that but not everyone will.” You rub Jungkook’s back while Namjoon speaks. He shyly removes his hand to look towards Namjoon. “You just want to nibble like this.”

Namjoon places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and leans forward to take the younger’s bottom lip between his teeth. He then sucks the soft flesh into his mouth before backing away.

“You want to be gentle and use just the slightest pressure unless they tell you they want more.” You say, noticing the slight bulge in Jungkook’s pants. Namjoon seems to have also noticed. “Namjoon likes it rougher than most people.”

Your boyfriend huffs but doesn’t try to argue because he knows you’re right. If this is going to work you have to be open and honest with Jungkook. He’s only going to get more discouraged if he feels like he can’t please the two of you.

For a moment you sit there rubbing circles on his back before Jungkook speaks turning towards you. His dark colored eyes are soft, almost innocent like he doesn’t know the effect he is having.

“Noona, can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as he leans closer to you.

He is careful putting a hand on the back of your neck under your hair. His fingers are warm and the slight pressure sends a flurry of butterflies to your chest. Jungkook leans forward gently pressing his soft lips against yours. He tastes like mint and you are surprised by how quickly he’s taking Namjoon's advice. Jungkook is leading the kiss, scooting himself closer to you. He rests his other hand on your hip and you are failing to see how he thinks he's mediocre. Jungkook is using the right amount of tongue inside your mouth with no darting.

You are glad you’re sitting because you don’t know if your knees could handle it. A surprised gasp sounds from your mouth when he pulls away and attaches his lips to your neck. Jungkook moves the hand from your neck to your shoulder blade. He doesn’t suck just tonguing and pressing his lips against your neck in a sloppy fashion. His hand traces over your stomach stopping just below your breasts. He pulls back slightly, eyes falling to the neckline of your shirt.

“Can I touch your…” He trails off suddenly shy again after making sparks play behind your eyes.

You steal a glance at Namjoon who seems to be enjoying the sight in front of him. He shrugs leaving the decision up to you. You are grateful for the level of trust.

You take the younger one’s hand and place it on your breast. Today you chose to only wear a bralette. There are only two thin pieces of fabric separating his strong hand from your breast. His hand is warm through the cloth as he goes back to kissing your neck. You lean your head to the side to give him better access.

His fingers are hesitant as they lightly squeeze your breast. Jungkook is treating you as if you are highly breakable. You hum appreciatively letting your hand wander to the hem of his shirt. You pause waiting for him to ask you to do something before continuing.

“Touch any part of me you want, noona.” He looks over his shoulder to your boyfriend. “You too, hyung.”

“Jesus christ.” Namjoon mutters, obviously as fired up by that sentence as you are. “Jungkook, are you sure you need us?”

“Yes I do. I need to be shown what to do.”

Your hand snakes into his shirt letting you touch the toned muscles of his stomach. All the work he puts on at the gym is really paying off. Jungkook nudges the neckline of your shirt to the side and kisses your shoulder.

Namjoon moves closer to Jungkook’s back and pulls the younger one's hair into a ponytail. Ever since Jungkook started growing his hair out Namjoon has kept a hair tie on his wrist in case one of us forgets. He secured the ponytail before dipping his head to kiss Jungkook’s neck. A shiver of pleasure runs through the younger one's body. He involuntarily squeezes your boob harder and a moan passes your lips.

Namjoon’s hand joins yours under Jungkook’s shirt, but he makes his way towards his defined pec. You know the moment Namjoon touches his nipple because Jungkook’s teeth sink into your collarbone. You draw in a sharp breath and catch Jungkook’s lips before he can apologize. Jungkook is moaning into your mouth as Namjoon rolls the younger one's nipple between his fingers.

Namjoon’s other hand reaches forward to grip the side of Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook shifts himself so he’s between Namjoon’s legs allowing the older one greater access. Your hand slides out from under his shirt and rests high up on his thigh. His cock is easily noticeable through his pants now and the urge to touch him is growing stronger by there second. Your finger dances at the edge of his pants and he pulls back to look you in the eyes.

“When I said anywhere I meant it.” Jungkook says finding your hard nipple through the thin layers of clothing. A flutter of pleasure runs straight to your pussy. “Please, noona, show me how I should practice on hyung.”

Is he innocent? These words feel too devious for how shy he was only a few minutes ago. Maybe his horniness has given him the confidence to ask. Jungkook is too beautiful to turn down. You place one hand on his hard cock and rub it through the fabric of his jeans. A truly desperate whine comes from Jungkook’s throat. A part of you feels proud that you can elicit that sound from his pretty lips.

“Should we go to your room?” Namjoon says with a low tone that tells you he wants to touch Jungkook as much as you do.

“Y-yeah let’s do that.”

Jungkook stands, first adjusting his pants, before he leads the two of you down the hallway to his room. You’ve been in his bedroom lots of time but not for anything close to what you are about to do. Somehow moving into his room makes this feel more real even though your hand was actually just stroking his cock.

He strips off his shirt and unbuttons his pants as soon as he closes the door. There have been lots of times you’ve seen Jungkook shirtless over the years and even with the crush you’ve had you never noticed how undeniably sexy is. He has the body of a god. His shoulders are broad but they lead down to a tiny waist.

“I have to make this clear again before we proceed. You can stop anytime you want and we won’t make you feel weird about it. If you don’t like something or don’t want to do it just let us know. We are here to help you, Jungkook.” Namjoon says, following Jungkook’s lead and stripping to his boxers which have a prominent tent in the front.

You decide to follow suit and strip to your matching bralette and panties. How convenient that you decided to match on a day your best friend asks you to teach him how to have good sex. Jungkook’s eyes study your form for far longer than he does Namjoon’s and you guess that’s to be expected because they’ve seen each other naked before.

“I want to do this.” Is all that Jungkook can say as he sits on the edge of his bed.

Your boyfriend joins him while you kneel in front of Jungkook looking into his wide eyes. He did ask you to show him how he should please his hyung. You think he will learn best through a hands on, or perhaps mouth on, lesson. You wonder if Jungkook’s heart is beating wildly in his chest. From the expression on his face you think it must be.

Jungkook doesn’t move when you reach for the waistband of his boxers. Only when he realizes you are struggling does he lift his ass off the bed. His cock hits his stomach and you gasp softly. Feeling his dick through his jeans didn’t tell you just how well endowed he is. He looks so pretty with his cock out waiting for you to suck it.

You lick the tip of his cock pulling another whine from his handsome mouth. He moans louder when you take the tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around. His hands are clenched at his side like he doesn’t know what to do with them. You look into his eyes while you sink your mouth further onto his long length.

“Y/N likes it when you stroke her hair while she’s sucking your cock.” Namjoon says keeping his hands to himself and observing. “But everyone is different. Communication is one of the biggest parts of having sex that is enjoyable for everyone involved.”

Jungkook pushes your hair away from your face and starts rhythmically stroking your hair. He is very vocal. A string of moans are leaving his mouth as you take all of him into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. Jungkook’s head falls backwards when you swallow around his tip. Namjoon is giving him more tips but you aren’t sure Jungkook is digesting a word he’s saying.

“Noona?” Jungkook asks and you pull your mouth off of his cock with a pop. “As much as I want you to continue, I think I should practice.”

You are amazed by his self control. When you first started having sex you don’t think you would’ve stopped someone from giving you head. He brushes his fingers over the apple of your cheek with a small smile before turning to your boyfriend.

“Are you ready?” You ask Namjoon, getting up and deciding to sit closer to the head board.

“Come here, baby.” Namjoon says lifting himself to pull off his boxers.

The shock on Jungkook’s face from being called baby almost makes you laugh. It’s not something he’s ever called you or him to your knowledge. You aren’t sure if you imagined it but you swear you see Jungkook’s cock twitch at the pet name.

Jungkook takes the position you were just in eyeing his hyung’s cock like it’s a foreign specimen. The first thing the younger one does is something you did not do to him. He leans forward and licks Namjoon’s balls. He takes one into his mouth and gently sucks like he’s done this a million times.

“Feel free to guide my head.” Jungkook says licking the tip of Namjoon’s cock tentatively before speaking again. “I’m not opposed to you pulling my hair.”

With a boost of confidence Jungkook dips his head and sucks Namjoon’s length into his mouth. He takes just a little bit at a time but he must be doing something right because faint groans are filling the air around us.

“You’re doing so well, Tokki. Look into his eyes while you suck his cock. Watch how you’re making him unravel.”

Jungkook looks up through his beautiful lashes to his hyung and Namjoon grabs the younger one's ponytail. Your boyfriend doesn’t push Jungkook’s head letting him continue what he was doing. There is a lot of spit on Jungkook’s face and on the hand he’s using to pump the part of Namjoon’s cock he can’t reach with his mouth. Despite that Namjoon’s brow is creased in a way you know well.

“Did you really get all of that from watching her?” Namjoon’s voice is breathy as if he might be close to reaching his high if Jungkook continues to play with his cock.

Jungkook caves his cheeks in trying to take more in his mouth. He opts for something else when he realizes maybe that’s not the best idea. The purpose is to learn how to please someone, not necessarily how to take a fat cock in your throat. That will come with more experiences.

“She’s a really good teacher.” He answers, flicking his wrist quickly as he strokes his hyung. Namjoon moans loudly at the change in pressure. “I can’t wait to learn more.”

You remove your bralette as you crawl back down the bed to be closer to the action. Namjoon’s free hand cups your breast running his thumb over the bare skin. Every second that passes you can feel yourself getting wetter. You wouldn't be surprised if there was a wet spot where you just sat. A quick glance at your light colored panties confirms you’ve soaked through already. Just from kissing and sucking the dick of this beautiful man.

Jungkook takes the tip of Namjoon’s cock back into his mouth. His hands are gripping Namjoon’s thighs as if he’s trying to steady himself. You lean forward to kiss Namjoon’s neck listening to the sweet moans coming from his mouth.

Namjoon moves one hand to grip Jungkook’s hair closer to the root. He gives it an experimental tug bucking his hips further into Jungkook’s mouth when the younger one hums around his member. Jungkook chokes, pulling his mouth away to look into Namjoon’s eyes.

“Kook, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” Namjoon takes Jungkook’s face in his hand with genuine worry on his face.

“Do it again, hyung.” Jungkook deadpans.

The younger one resumes what he was doing a moment ago. Namjoon talks him through this, telling him to take a deep breath and relax his jaw. Jungkook is a model student letting your boyfriend fuck into his throat until Namjoon cums. Dribblies of cum run out of the corners of Jungkook’s mouth and your boyfriend wipes them away.

“You took me so well, Kook. You’re a natural.” Namjoon whispers to the younger one just loud enough for you to hear.

“Do you need a minute?” You ask, scooting further up the bed again as you watch Jungkook get to his feet. He walks to the corner of his room to his mini fridge and pulls three water bottles. “Or are you ready to move on to the next lesson?”

He takes a swig of the water before he sits in front of you on the bed. He sets the water on the bedside table then leans towards you. Jungkook puts his finger into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down.

“Can I give you head next?” He bats his eyelashes as he says this like there is any chance in the universe you would deny him of what he wants.

“Yes. Touch any part of me you want, Tokki.” You echo his words from earlier.

Jungkook goes straight in licking your slit with a flat tongue. He presses kisses against your pussy lips and you can feel him losing his confidence already. His movements are slowing but not in a way that seems intentionally sensual.

“Am I doing this right?” He says meekly looking into Namjoon’s eyes.

“You were just drawing patterns with your tongue on my cock. Do that for her too. You can lead into eating her out with kisses on the sensitive areas around her pussy.” Your boyfriend points out a few areas on your body and Jungkook nods his head.

Jungkook hooks his arms under your legs so he can pull you closer to his mouth. His strong hands grip your delicate thighs as he dives back in with new confidence. He swirls his tongue around your clit after fumbling for only a few seconds to find it. Already miles ahead of most men in this world.

You thread your fingers into his hair letting your tugs at his scalp show your appreciation along with mewls falling from your lips. Maybe he just needed to be given a safe space to work this out because this is far from the worst head you’ve ever received. In all honesty you are really enjoying this slightly odd scenario.

“Kook, can you hear that? Listen to those pretty noises she’s making for you. You are making her feel so good.” Namjoon is sitting to the side watching. He’s waiting for a moment to give advice if needed. “You want to make her feel even better?”

Jungkook pauses what he’s doing, moving to use his finger to keep stimulation. He looks towards Namjoon waiting to hear how he can make the heat already pooling in your stomach start boiling. He slides his finger coated in your lust through your folds almost absentmindedly.

“Finger her pussy. Get yourself used to the feeling and start slow.” Namjoon thinks for a moment, hesitating before he continues. “If you’ve ever fingered yourself it's similar to that. This is just a little easier.”

“I’m a bisexual man that was a virgin until last week of course I’ve fingered myself.”

You and Namjoon giggle for a second before Jungkook plunges a finger inside of you with no warning. He still seems a little unsure as he pushes his finger in and out of you. He curls his finger upward and you gasp clenching around him. A soft moan passes your lips and that brings a smug look to the youngest’s face. How does anyone try to humble him when he looks so goddamn beautiful no matter what he’s doing?

“You are doing so well. Add another finger and go a little faster.” You ask trailing your hand to cradle his jaw.

“Yes, Noona.”

His words send a shock straight to your pussy as he adds another finger. He scissors his fingers stretching your cunt. Jungkook leans over to suck your clit into his mouth as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Tokki, suck a little lighter. There’s only so much a person can take.”

He laps his tongue over the sensitive area then plants a kiss as if you were asking him to kiss your boo boo. Your moans grow louder as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. This is one thing that he definitely knows how to do already. He is finding just the right angle without anyone having to say anything. Perhaps it’s selfish but you aren’t going to stop him. He is bringing you closer to your orgasm faster than most other people ever have.

Your eyes look towards Namjoon and find his eyes locked on Jungkook’s movements. Despite the blowjob he just received his cock is already hard again. Maybe he’s anticipating showing Jungkook how he likes to fuck you.

“Noona, do you like this?” He asks, looking up at you with innocent eyes once again.

His fingers continue to fuck into you at a steady pace that is driving you insane. Sure there are pointers that could help him but what he is doing to you still feels incredible. Nothing a few redirections couldn’t solve.

“Yes! Keep going, I'm so close!”

Jungkook uses his index finger to quickly rub your clit in time with the thrust of his fingers. Pleasure washes over your body in tingling waves until he replaces his finger with his tongue. He draws an S shape with his tongue and you cum legs shaking and mouth screaming the youngest’s name.

“That was so hot.” Namjoon mutters so quietly you aren’t sure he wants to be heard.

“I like hearing you scream my name.” Jungkook admits pulling his hands away from you and sitting back on his feet.

A shy blush is creeping onto his cheeks despite the way he just made you cum all over his fingers. His words send a flutter to your heart. He likes hearing you scream his name? He wants to make you feel good so he can hear his name moaned from your lips?

You sit up only to pull Jungkook down with you. He rests his head on your chest. You rub his back for a few minutes before his tongue snakes out to lick your nipple.

“Can I watch hyung fuck you, noona?” He asks cupping your breast in his large hand.

A low groan leaves Namjoon’s throat and he lightly slaps Jungkook’s smooth ass. Jungkook boldly turns over and pulls Namjoon on top of him. Jungkook pulls his hyung down by the neck and makes your boyfriend taste you on the younger’s lips. The way Jungkook continues to switch from shy to confident and hot is almost giving you whiplash. He is driving you crazy.

“Only if I can watch you afterwards.” Namjoon says sitting up in his straddle position.

“Anything for you, hyung.” Jungkook says in a strained voice trying to hold back whines as Namjoon grinds his ass against the younger’s ready cock.

“Joon, come here before you make him cum.”

Your boyfriend follows your request kneeling in front of your spread legs. Jungkook let’s out an embarrassed whine. You know he wants to deny what you just said but deep in his heart he knows you’re right.

Namjoon slaps his thick length against your soaked sensitive pussy. He slides it through your folds rubbing your over sensitive clit causing you to thrusts up to meet him. It’s like you are desperately craving him inside of you despite orgasming just minutes ago.

Your boyfriend speaks to Jungkook as he moves against you. Your brain is tuning out whatever tips he’s giving in favor of focusing on how he’s teasing you.

You take Namjoon’s cock in your hand and slide it inside of you with a sigh. Namjoon curses as his cock is enveloped by your warm pussy. He leans forward pressing a kiss to your neck as he thrusts into you.

He kisses up your jaw until he reaches your mouth, slowly pushes his hips forward. Namjoon’s kiss still makes your heart flutter despite the years you’ve been together. Your boyfriend is starting slow and sensual, showing Jungkook that not everything needs to be quick and hard.

When Namjoon pulls away from the kiss you steal a glance at Jungkook. His eyes are wide as he observes and listens to Namjoon’s words. The younger one's cock is standing tall leaking precum and just waiting to be sucked into your cunt. You clench around your boyfriend and he hisses.

Namjoon pushes your knees to your chest and resumes fucking you with more vigor. His strong hands grip your thighs as he finds a good rhythm. Both of you are moaning with each delicious thrust of his hips. Much sooner than you except Namjoon’s moans are getting more desperate alerting you that he’s close to finishing.

He pulls out scrambling up the bed to your mouth and lets you finish him off. Namjoon can barely hold himself up when you pull your lips away after swallowing every drop of his cum.

Namjoon lies back on bed reaching for the water and downing it. He watches as Jungkook takes the position he was in just a moment ago.

“Noona, can you hand me a condom from the drawer?” He asks, letting his fingers trail over the outer skin of your thigh. “Your skin is so soft.”

From your position on the bed you can easily reach into his bedside drawer. Inside you see a small box of condoms and two different vibrators. You tear off a condom and shut the drawer. There is a sense of pride in knowing your best friend isn’t stupid enough to fuck someone without a condom. Even if it is just you.

Your mind is making up various scenarios of how you’d use those toys on Jungkook. But that probably isn’t something he needs to learn if he already has them. If you asked, would he take you up on the offer?

Jungkook tries to take the condom from your hand but you push his hand away. His brows crease together

“Noona will do it.” You sit up as you speak.

You tear the wrapper easily and discard it on the bedside table. With one hand you take Jungkook’s cock and with the other you roll the condom on leaving a little room at the top. He watches your movements intently as if he’s never used one before. You are surprised you didn’t fumble. It's been quite awhile since you’ve used a condom.

Jungkook slides two fingers inside of you giving you a few hard pumps before he replaces his fingers with his aching cock. He feels so different inside you compared to Namjoon. His length fills you in a different way.

“You feel so much better than Momo.” Jungkook says his brow creased and eyes closed as if he’s never felt something this good.

He pushes in further bowing his head to watch himself slip inside of you. He really said another person's name while he’s inside of you. In any other situation this would’ve immediately made you stop but somehow you like that he's praising your pussy.

Jungkook slowly moves his hips mouth falling open as he does. You grip his strong biceps digging your fingernails in when he finds it in him to move quicker. His cock hits exactly the right spot and your moans encourage him to thrust even faster.

“Kookie, faster isn’t always better.” Namjoon says as if he knows what you are feeling right now.

“Namjoon shut up.” You take Jungkook’s face in your hands as he halts his movement. “Keep going at that pace. If I’m making good sounds you want to keep doing what you’re doing.”

Namjoon pouts but seems to understand why you cut him off. Jungkook leans forward to kiss your lips then snaps his hips earning a loud moan from you. There’s a smirk playing on Jungkook’s lips like he’s proud that you defended him.

As Jungkook continues fucking his cock in and out of your drenched pussy he gets sloppy. You can tell he’s about to come and you love the pretty moans that he isn’t trying to hold back. You are glad he feels comfortable enough to let you hear his most beautiful and vulnerable sounds.

“Noona, I’m going to—”

He cuts himself off with a deep groan as he spills into the condom inside you. His cock is pulsing as you clench around him. He stays put without moving for a moment letting his head rest against your collarbone.

Eventually, he pulls away and disposes of the condom in his bathroom. He returns with a cloth to help you clean up. Once you are clean Jungkook lies between you and your boyfriend on his bed.

“I think I’m going to need more lessons.” He says seriously.

“There’s more we can teach you, Tokki.” You say as you cuddle up to his chest on one side while Namjoon takes the other side.

Maybe this is the start of something wonderful.

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livingformintyoongi1 · 1 month

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The Han Family: Moodboards

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

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monvante · 8 months

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fic announcement ♡ lust academia | knj

summary: you were just study buddies. not close enough to be friends, but you not distant enough to be acquaintances. both of you were tied by a single link: the desire to succeed academically.

pairing: knj x f!reader;

genre: pwp | college au | oneshot;

rating: explicit | 18+;

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COMING ON SEPTEMBER 2ND, 2023!

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sopebubbles · 2 years

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Chapter Fifteen

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: body dysmorphia/yn trying to hide her scars, lots of fluff here tho AND THE SEXUAL TENSION AHHH (no sex here tho)

A/n from beastie🐾: sopebubbles 🧼 really out did herself here. This is all her! my brain has been all kinds of goo, so I've really been no help in the plot development department. but honestly, I'm really glad because I don't think I would have written this half as well as she did (my exact words to her were: "Forget screaming into your pillow, this is tearing your pillow open with your teeth and thrashing around your room." lmaooo) I know you all will enjoy this chapter as much as I did!

Word count: 9.3K

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Hoseok had heard you speak his name, and he was sure, even through all the fog, that it wasn't a dream. He heard you blame yourself for what had happened to him, but he knew that these risks were part of the life he led, a life he chose and wouldn't change. Even if you were caught up in a messy web together, he wouldn't blame you, ever. He wanted to tell you that, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak, barely even able to breathe. He felt your fingers skim the back of his hand, but he couldn't make his hands move to reciprocate the touch. He couldn't raise his arm to grab your wrist as you turned away. Turned to leave. He wanted to stop you, but he couldn't lift himself out of the heavy, morphine induced slumber covering him like a weighted blanket.

He heard Yoongi stop you. He heard Yoongi say all the things he wouldn't be able to say even in the clearest of head spaces. And then the two of you were gone and Hoseok went back to sleep.

When you awoke, the sun was already up, higher than it usually was when you got up. You felt tired, from the inside out, although you had slept better than you had in weeks. The bed you were in was comfortable, softer than your own. When your eyes opened completely you saw Yoongi, laying a foot away from you, hair messy and his cheek squished against his pillow. You remembered how you had fallen asleep with your head on his chest last night, and it made you ache to fill the distance between you again. But that was last night, and now it was morning. Would he still feel the same now as he did when he was tired and the moment was critical?

You should get up and go to the kitchen, find Jungkook, and act normal, if you could. You were staying but that didn't mean you had to stay in this bed, even if it was comfortable and inviting and you very deeply wanted to.

A new concern crossed your mind. What if you weren't here when Yoongi woke up? He would worry. Maybe even panic that you had left while he was sleeping. And that would hurt him, wouldn't it? Or at least scare him. Was it arrogance to believe so? Did you give yourself too much importance? It would be better to stay put until he woke up and made a polite excuse to leave or found a nice way to ask you to go. You didn't want to make him worry.

As if Yoongi could sense the potential energy generated by your thoughts, his hand reached out for you. A muffled, mumbled "Val," left his lips and his fingers searched for you across the cool sheets. They met with a fabric of a different texture, his t-shirt draped over your body, drowning you even more than it did him. His fingers curled into the fabric, gently pulling, too tired to really drag you toward him. Without even thinking you scooted yourself closer to him, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you until your chests were pressed together. His lips landed on your forehead.

"Still here," he mumbled against your hairline.

Your fingertips drew circles in the fabric of the shirt he wore. "I'm still here. Is that okay?"

"'S perfect," he smiled sleepily. Yoongi felt torn between staying in a soft, warm heap with you, lingering on the edges of consciousness. If you both stayed like this you wouldn't have to think about right or wrong or consequences. You could simply enjoy the comfort of each other's presence. On the other hand, he sensed that you were more awake than he was, and that meant you were probably already thinking. He should wake up and speak with you properly, to let you know that he still felt everything he had said the night before and so much more. That he cared for you and he wanted you to stay. That whatever you wanted was okay with him as long as you wanted it. So he tried to come above the drowsiness, but you were so warm and he was so comfortable.

While he was trying to wake up, he failed to notice how you melted into him, how you let yourself relax against his chest and nuzzled into his neck. Then your lips grazed his skin. They pressed against his jaw. Your mind had cleared of thoughts but felt hazy, and you unself-consciously allowed your body to seek him out and find comfort in him. Your lips had just found the corner of his mouth and he turned slightly to catch your lips when a sleepy groan reached you from the other room.

"Hoseok," you whispered, frozen in Yoongi's embrace.

"Uh uh," he mumbled against your lips. His body pushed back against yours, not wanting to let this moment be ripped from his grasp. Another, unidentifiable sound emanated from the other room.

"Yes, it is!" You smiled and pulled yourself away from him quickly, leaving Yoongi bereft.

In haste, you ran out unthinkingly, not considering your state or who else might be out there. You hadn't thought about only being in Yoongi's shirt and your underwear, or that Jin would already be by his lover's side. You stopped abruptly in the doorway when you saw both men. The extra large shirt may have fallen to your thighs, but it left just enough to the imagination to inspire thoughts in each man's mind.

"You're awake," you smiled as both men stared at you.

Yoongi appeared behind you, his head peeking over your shoulder, visible to both men.

"Am I still dreaming?" were Hoseok's first words, uttered in a raspy, mumbled Korean.

"I'm not entirely sure," replied Seokjin, still gaping at your appearance.

Before you could turn to disappear and put on pants or offer any semblance of explanation, the door to the clinic burst open to introduce a breathless Jungkook.

"Val is–" his eyes scanned up and down your body. "Gone," the word fell empty from his lips.

"No. Just her pants are," Hoseok grinned.

You turned instantly, understanding their Korean well enough to feel embarrassed, and pushed past Yoongi to go find some bottoms to put on. When you bumped Yoongi's shoulder he couldn't help the teasing smirk that lit up his face as he met Jungkook's eyes across the room.

While you were trying to get your feet into the correct holes of the jeans you had discarded last night, a sleepy Taehyung and an even sleepier Jimin joined Jungkook in the doorway.

"What's going on?" Tae wondered aloud, rubbing the heel of his palm into his right eye. His voice came out quiet and deep.

"She's not anywhere!" Namjoon came behind them, herding the youngest men into the clinic that was much too small for all seven of them. "All the cars are here. How did she go?"

"I didn't go anywhere!" You grunted from the other room as you jumped into your pants. When you came back to the door your shirt was still hiked up, showing a small sliver of your taught stomach as you did the top button. The other three stood staring at you, eyes wide and mouths agape just as the others had done.

"You slept with Yoongi hyung?" Jimin asked, impressed and amused.

"We just slept," Yoongi corrected calmly but there was a warning in his voice.

"Well, and we kissed a little," you admitted, a small smile creeping across your lips.

"You guys kissed?" Jungkook sputtered.

"Before you, as a matter of fact," Yoongi grinned back.

"Oppaaa," you whined as your cheeks and neck warmed.

"Sorry," he murmured, brushing a hand against your elbow and giving you butterflies. Only Jin noticed, and he found it rather sweet.

"You bastard!" Jungkook cried, enthusiastic rather than angry. "You sat there at dinner last night and asked if I used protection, while you were keeping a secret!"

"Guys!" You wailed to stop the embarrassment they were heaping onto you. That Yoongi had really asked that. That Jungkook had been discussing what you did together at dinner. It was absolutely mortifying. "Please, let's focus on what matters." You moved to perch on the very edge of Hoseok's bed. "Hobi is awake."

"Hobi was awake yesterday," Jimin informed you, leaning into Taehyung's shoulder. "I want to hear about this kiss!"

Taehyung gave the smaller man a harsh sideways glance and pushed him back with his shoulder.

You ignored them and looked at Hobi. "You were?"

He nodded, an unreadable smile on his lips.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know, or I would've come to see you."

"I understand. You had a lot to hide from, apparently." His smile became playful and you had to remind yourself that he was still healing to stop yourself from punching his arm. You glared at him instead and got off his bed.

Noticing your discomfort, Jin chose to change the subject. "Now that everyone is together again, Jungkook, we should celebrate your birthday properly."

Your eyes darted up to Jungkook's. "Today's your birthday?" You'd almost missed it. You'd almost left. You never really got to celebrate special occasions and you'd almost missed one.

Jungkook smiled affectionately at you, a slight tilt to good head. "It was yesterday."

"Oh. I didn't-I don't…" You had nothing to give him. Even if you had known you'd still have nothing to give him, nothing to add to the celebration.

Jungkook shook his head at the silly thoughts he could read on your face as if you had a cartoon bubble over your head. He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him. "Believe me, beautiful, you made it one of the best birthdays ever." He held you against his chest in a light, but comforting hug, resting his chin off your head before he added, "even if you slept in Yoongi hyung's bed."

You pushed away from him and made a face at his teasing, but you both knew there was nothing in it. There was too much joy in his eyes for you to feel any criticism.

"So what would you like to do, Kook?" Namjoon asked, threading a firm hand through his lover's hair. It was the most intimate gesture you'd ever seen between them in front of the whole group, but you were sure by the lack of reaction from the others that you were the only one who wasn't used to it. Maybe you just had never noticed before, too wrapped up in your own thoughts to mind what they were doing. Or maybe Namjoon was just feeling touchy this morning. You’d never know that the truth was he wanted to be touching you, but he could tell how uneasy all the attention was already making you, so he didn't want to add to it. Even though the first thing he felt when he saw you was relief so strong he wanted to wrap his arms around you.

Jungkook only dragged his eyes up and down your body once again, thinking that what he would like to do only involved one of the other men in this room and you. In the growing silence, Jimin offered, "we should have a pool party!"

All six men turned their heads to him, some with raised eyebrows.

"Not one of those pool parties," he amended. Not the kind that involved dozens of scantily clad men and women and a variety of drugs. "Just us, and Val."

At that, most of the attention in the room returned to you. Taehyung watched you with wary eyes, wondering if you would protest, wondering if you would own up to the fact that you didn't even own a bathing suit. He and Yoongi watched as you carefully folded your arms over your middle, as if you were already building up the shield around yourself.

Your throat bobbed before you said, "what about Hobi? He won't be able to swim."

Hoseok smiled up at you, warmly this time. "I don't mind sitting in the shade with Yoongi and watching."

"You don't swim?"

"You know cats don't like water," Jungkook answered with a teasing grin before Yoongi could respond. When Yoongi fired a lethal glare back, you wondered if this was Jungkook's regular teasing or if it was something more like rivalry.

"It's settled, then," Seokjin decided. "I will make some snacks, Val is on drinks, Taehyung is on music, and the rest of you can find something useful to do."

"Drinks? It's barely 9 am," you noted before they could all disperse on Jin's order.

"Why? Do you have somewhere to be later?" Jin teased.

You bristled. "No."

"Great! Then we'll start with mimosas and move on to margaritas later."

You merely shook your head and watched the others as they filed out of the room. With the space and a little more privacy, Yoongi went to Hoseok's side to look him over. You stood nervously to the side, not quite wanting to go, not sure what to do if you stayed.

"What can I do? Do you need anything?" You asked after a minute of hesitation.

"Can you get me some water?" Hoseok needed it, but more than anything he wanted a moment alone with Yoongi. You nodded silently and left for the kitchen.

"Is something wrong?" The doctor asked when he noticed his patient watching you until you left.

"No. I mean, my ribs hurt and the wound is a little sore, but I feel relieved. Thank you, hyung."

Yoongi wrinkled his brows as he checked Hoseok's arm where the IV was inserted. "What are you talking about?"

"You stopped her from leaving. I thought maybe I had dreamed it, but it was real. And if it wasn't for you, she'd be gone."

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck. "I'm not sure I did the right thing. Maybe it was…selfish."

"It wasn't. We all want her to stay, not just you."

"Just because we all wanted it doesn't mean I didn't do it for myself."

"I don't believe that and neither do you. Neither does Val."

"But if leaving was what she wanted—"

Hoseok looks at the elder with complete sincerity. "It wasn't. And you didn't stop her just because you want her, but because you know she isn't ready. Because she still needs to heal and learn. Running away isn't what she wanted. What she wants is to be loved, and you gave her that."

Yoongi lost his breath for a moment before quietly asking, "What if it isn't enough?"

Hoseok thought of Jin, of how good he was of gluing people back together with careful, considered love. The way he had done it when Hoseok was young. The way he did for Jungkook when he was still just a teenager, with a brotherly sort of affection. It wasn't too late for you. You could join Jin's family of broken toys, held together by love.

"Even if it isn't," Hoseok replied, "we'll all give her every kind of love she needs until she doesn't need it anymore. Until leaving is something she can do and not something she needs to."

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully at that just as you came in with water for the patient. He let Hoseok's words replay in his head and decided he hoped that one day you would leave, to know that you could go anywhere and know that there would be people who loved you. At least one person who loved you. Maybe when you left you'd take him with you.

"Oppa?"

Yoongi shook himself out of his thoughts and the fantasies that he imagined last night, making subtle alterations. He looked at you, eyes endearingly confused.

"Are you sure I can go swimming?" You repeated "I'm not fully healed…"

Yoongi's had tilted in further confusion. In all the days he had begged you to take things slow you had never once agreed with him that you were anything less than perfectly fine. You had jumped at the chance for pilates with Jungkook, had pestered the man for more without asking Yoongi. So why? Why were you hiding behind an injury that even Yoongi knew was healed now. Yoongi considered.

"Can I see your wound?"

You swallowed and gave a small nod. Carefully, you gripped the hem of Yoongi's oversized shirt and lifted it up to the bottom of your breasts. Your eyes glided over to Hoseok. You could have turned away to prevent him from seeing, but you had realized when you helped Yoongi with him the other night that the two of you had a wound in roughly the same spot. You had seen his while he was shirtless on the table under Yoongi's hands, and it gave you the feeling of some kind of equality between you. Besides, Hoseok only held your gaze calmly while Yoongi examined you, his eyes never leaving yours. Only the doctor's words broke your silent moment between his patients.

"I thought so. You're healed. I wanted to see if I could take out the stitches yesterday, but…Anyway, I can take them out now and as long as you let me put some antiseptic on it afterwards, you should be fine." Yoongi watched your face carefully as you lowered your shirt, noticing the misplaced disappointment there. But you nodded your head anyway, not willing to pass up the opportunity to be rid of the irritating threads. Yoongi looked over his shoulder at Hoseok. "We can go remove them in my bathroom, if you want some privacy."

It was a silly suggestion when the current proposal for the day was to let all seven of these men feast on you with their eyes. You rolled your eyes and climbed up on the exam table wordlessly. Yoongi knelt on the ground, reaching under the bed to grip the strap of your bag.

"If you want to change first, you can," Yoongi offered, assuming you would need your things.

You grimaced at him before leaning yourself back. "Just do it."

Yoongi gathered his tools and pulled on a pair of gloves while you settled and exposed your abdomen to him. He trained his eyes on your wound, focusing hard on the stitches instead of the lines that led beneath the waistband of your jeans, and hoping you didn't notice when he slipped.

"So, Val, is it four or five of our members that you've kissed now? Did you and Namjoon kiss yesterday, too?" His voice was full of teasing, deciding it would be better to make you uncomfortable in this way rather than through silence.

You stared a hole into the ceiling above instead of giving him the satisfaction of pointing your glare at him, but your face and your neck were hot.

"First Taehyung, then me, Yoongi, and Jungkook! Who will be next?" Hoseok pushed.

Without pausing his work or shifting his eyes, Yoongi retorted, "if I remember correctly, you kissed her, but she didn't kiss you back. So I don't think that counts."

You turned your head finally and stuck out your tongue at him.

Hoseok laughed hard enough to make his own wound hurt and winced. "So four then?"

You smiled slyly. "And maybe I'll let you be last."

"You're cruel, Val. But I'm a patient man. I can wait."

You closed your eyes, shutting him out as you tried to ignore the want growing inside of you. It wasn't an aching want, not yet. But somewhere deep inside you had begun to wonder just how much these men would really give you. When you opened your eyes to look at Yoongi, he seemed entirely unbothered. You could tell he had mocked Hoseok for his own amusement more than any kind of malice.

When Yoongi finished he stood, but leaned over you before you could sit up. He placed his hands on either side of your head and lowered himself to kiss you. He toed the line between sweet and sensual, his tongue remaining in his mouth, but his teeth nipped at your lower lip before he pulled away to say, just loud enough for Hoseok to hear, "since we got interrupted earlier."

When you reached the top of the stairs you met with Taehyung. Such encounters with you almost never occurred, since he'd been staying in Jimin’s room to help you both have the space that you needed. Now he came to you with an offering. He held in his hands the large stuffed bear that he had won on your very first date. The one you had left him as a reminder. He watched you gulp when you eyed him up and down, slow to meet his gaze.

"So you were going?" Taehyung asked when he saw your heavy duffle bag over your shoulder, although you didn't seem to be struggling under the weight of it.

"I was going to," you said flatly and went quiet. You stared at each other but avoided your faces. You studdied the way his thin veiny hands gripped the cheerful bear, and studied your smaller, calloused hand where you clutch the strap of your bag.

"I don't know what it is," you finally said. "Like an itch under my skin. Something that screams in my head when I make a decision. When I don't know what to do, I can only leave." You sighed and smiled wryly. "One of these days, I'll accomplish it."

Tae replied, "I'm sure you will." He gave the bear a squeeze. "But for now you're staying?" You nodded, your brown eyes looking up innocently at him. "Then, can I give you back your bear?"

"You don't want him?" You stretched out a finger to stroke his snout.

Taehyung shrugged like it meant nothing but his words said otherwise. "Me keeping him just makes me sad, but I hope you can still be happy when you have it. Whatever happened after, whatever we didn't or should have done, that day we were really happy."

You smiled softly at the bear, at the memory of that sun kissed afternoon when you really, truly felt like a new person. When you really felt happy. You held out your open palms to take the gift, and the weight on Tae's chest lifted a little. Your fingertips brushed the backs of his hands as you took ownership of the memory.

"I was really happy, for so much of it. I know it wasn't perfect, but I liked…being her. I wanted to be that way, fun and carefree and wild, but I'm not." You hoped he could finally understand that this was your fundamental problem, not him.

Tae tried to smile, but he didn't quite manage it. "Maybe you can take parts of her into yourself. You are fun, when you let yourself be, even if you can't be carefree."

"I'm still trying to work out…who I'm going to be," you admitted.

This time Tae did smile and it reached all the way to his eyes. "That's good. You should take some time to figure it out. And in the meantime, I just want you to be happy. Whether that involves me or my brothers. Just do what makes you happy."

You both became aware of Jungkook moving around in his room through the door at your back. You thanked Taehyung with a squeeze of your bear and walked into your own room. After placing the gift on your bed, you took your time putting your clothes back in their place. You didn't actually have anything appropriate to wear to a pool party, so you simply slipped on a short pair of athletic shirts and a worn cotton tank top. If Yoongi and Hoseok could sit to the side and still be part of it, then so could you. You could even sit at the edge of the pool and dip your feet in. Still, you dreaded talking about why you weren't fully participating, so you delayed as long as possible.

Instead you let your mind fill with sweeter things, Yoongi's lips, his smell when you awoke in his bed this morning; the way Jungkook and Namjoon looked at each other, at you; how it felt to be held between the two of them. You let those pleasant feelings warmth you up and soothe your nerves. You focused solely on them as you stroked the soft fur of the bear with mindless fingers, until you heard a splash from outside your balcony.

You went to the glass door to have a look. Below, Jimin was already in the pool, Taehyung following close behind with a cannon ball. To the side, under a shaded pergola, Yoongi and Hoseok were already lounging. Yoongi appeared to be covering his face with a healthy layer of sunscreen, while Namjoon spread some over Jungkook's shoulders, although it wasn't clear if he was applying it as much as stroking the man's supple skin. The only one missing was Jin, and you guessed he was still in the kitchen. He had given you a job and you had to get it over with, so you trudged down the stairs.

Seokjin was in the kitchen as expected, chopping fruit and placing it carefully on a large platter. When you moved around him to wash your hands you noticed he had already put out champagne and orange juice alongside a large glass pitcher.

He eyed you up and down. You could see the question in his eyes but you ignored it. "Why do I have to make the drinks?" You asked as you examined the bottle of champagne he had put out. It was obviously more expensive than any you had ever seen at your grungy, old dive bar. Jin watched you to see if you knew what you were doing, but to you a cork was just a cork and you covered it with a dish towel before you began to shift it.

"Because you have the most experience."

You let the cork out with a pop, moving quickly to get the liquid into the glass pitcher without spilling much. "I doubt that. I mean, everyone here must have several years of drinking on me." You gave Jin a teasing smile under your innocent eyes. "Right, Seokjin sunbaenim?"

The man narrowed his eyes at you before he continued chopping. "I was thinking, once everything settles down for you, we could hire you at the club. We could keep an eye on you, and you could get out of the house, make some money."

You stiffened for a moment, but tried to make it pass. "You still don't trust me? Or am I just too much of a burden?" You asked quietly.

Jin immediately put his knife down and turned his whole body to face you. "Val, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry."

You shrugged, but avoided his gaze. "I would understand if you're mad at me, after Hoseok." Your eyes burned with tears.

Jin shook his head. "No, I'm not. No one blames you. Hoseok made his choice. We each did. Honestly, I only meant to give you an option for when this…period of your life is over."

You loosened a breath and let your shoulders sag. "Then thanks, but when things 'settle,' I'll be going."

Jin sucked air through his teeth. "Where will you go? What will you do?"

You shrugged again. "I don't know."

Jin finished chopping up the cantaloupe on his cutting board and speared a cube on the end of his knife, holding it out for you. You took it without hesitation. "Well, think about it. The offer stands." He moved the rest of the fruit into the tray before he said, "I think when the time comes, you should do whatever you want. But you need to know what that is. And until you do, you have a place here. You're not a burden."

"Thank you, Seokjin sunbaenim," you murmured.

Jin smiled fondly. "Now take this out to Hoseok. And oppa will be just fine." He winked before he rushed you out the door with the fruit platter and drink pitcher.

You were so focused on not spilling anything out of the almost-too-full vessel that you didn't pay any attention to the looks you were given as you approached the pool area. Hoseok smiled at you as you set the tray on the table next to him. Someone has already brought glasses out and you filled one before handing it to Yoongi.

"Thank you, Val." Yoongi took the glass and then narrowed his eyes at Hoseok. "None for him."

The injured man scrunched up his face at his doctor. Jimin called your name from the pool. When you turned to look at him, Jungkook was standing at the deep end of the pool, poised to launch himself from the edge in a back flip, but he was still dry in his short swim trunks that showed off his powerful legs. The tattoos that climbed up his arm and spread onto his chest were also on display, a beaming smile topping it all off. The other three men were already wading in the pool. Although you had seen Taehyung and Jimin with their shirts off just a few nights ago, you hadn't yet had the pleasure of Namjoon's bare chest. It took real effort to keep yourself from staring at his broad shoulders and thick muscles, but Jimin demanded your attention.

"Where's your bikini, kitten?" Jimin's voice was a unique blend of pouting, teasing and leering at you. You were sure it was well practiced.

You could feel every eye on you as you stood silently, even Jin's from inside the house. "I don't have one," you admitted.

"You live in LA; how can you not own a swimsuit?" Jimin questioned as he tread water.

You shrugged, trying to make it seem like it wasn't weird. "I just don't."

"But that's the whole point of today." He was fully pouting now.

"I thought the point was to have fun with Jungkook. I can do that while sitting by the side, just like them." You looked over your shoulder at the older men, and Yoongi gave you an affirming smile.

"But-"

"Of course you can, Val. Do whatever makes you comfortable," Taehyung interrupted Jimin pointedly, his words barely escaping through his teeth.

"I'm sure we have a bathing suit that would fit you, Val, if you want to borrow one," Namjoon offered. You silently cursed him as you flushed with embarrassment. They were making this impossible.

Taehyung muttered something under his breath.

"Jungkook, take her into the pool house and help her pick something out," Namjoon ordered him when you continued to hesitate.

Jungkook smiled even brighter and came to take you by the hand, leading you away from the others. As soon as you were inside the small house, Taehyung turned on Jimin.

"What is your problem?" He hissed.

Jimin held his hands up innocently. "What? Don't tell me you don't want to see her in a bikini?"

"She's uncomfortable."

"Well she shouldn't be!"

"She doesn't want–" Taehyung let go of a ragged breath. "She doesn't want you to see her scars, idiot."

Jimin paused. He'd forgotten about that detail about your body. But he pushed it aside anyway. "Who cares?"

"She does!" The other emphasized.

"We need to push her a little out of her comfort zone until she becomes comfortable again! Everything is out in the open now, we might as well take the time to get her used to the idea that we all want her. It will be smoother in the long run." Jimin sounded sure, but Taehyung had to stifle the urge to strike him.

"Jimin, you're done pushing. We all need to act like it's not a big deal because it isn't. Try to make her comfortable," Namjoon growled.

Inside the pool house, Jungkook pulled open a drawer that was stuffed with parts of bathing suits, almost none of them complete. They had accumulated over time, an abandoned top or bottom here and there, until it made quite a colorful collection. Jungkook held up a few tops, trying to judge your cup size. You sighed impatiently before he decided on green bottoms with a yellow string bikini top, both of the colors popping against your rich skin. He held them out to you, but you didn't take them. He scanned your face before he asked warily, "what's wrong?" He wasn't impatient, but concerned.

"Nothing," you snapped as you snatched the green bottoms out of his hands, but his other hand retreated before you could grab it.

"Tell me, please."

You huffed. "I don't want everyone to see," you said thickly, trying to ignore the moisture at the rims of your eyes.

"See…your scars," Jungkook exhaled. He hadn't questioned why you didn't take off your shirt when you had sex in the gym yesterday, and he hadn't put together the pieces this morning. He felt like an ignorant fool, but he had just forgotten that particularly shattered part of you. The moment he saw the tear trip down your cheek, he stepped closer, discarding the offensive garment and cradled your face in his hands. He bent to kiss the tear away, his lips feathering against your cheek before he kissed your lips with the same gentleness. "Fuck Jimin. You don't have to wear anything you don't want to," he murmured as he pulled you against his chest. His hands wrapped protectively around your most vulnerable part. "But…:

You angled your head up without moving from his embrace. "You should know that seeing them won't change anything we feel for you. It won't change how beautiful we think you are."

"Don't say that when you don't know," you choked out.

"But I do know! You're beautiful, even where you're broken." He chuckled as you tried to bury your face in his chest. "I think you should wear it, not for Jimin or for any of us. Just so you can get in the water and have fun with us."

You sighed, pulling away from him. "I don't know."

"I have an idea," he smirked and you raised an eyebrow. Jungkook gripped your hip and spun you around, pulling your back flush against his chest. He wrapped his hands low across your stomach and spoke softly into your ear. "Put on the bikini, and once we get into the water, I'll cover you, just like this. I'll have your back," he smiled and kissed the skin where your neck bent to your shoulder.

A quiet moan left you. "The others will get jealous."

"Ah, so you did notice," he tears, lips still on your skin. "Even though it's my birthday, I don't mind sharing."

You lingered in his arms a moment longer before you groaned, "fiiine. Gimme the damn bikini."

Jungkook grinned triumphantly and picked up the top off the dresser where he'd thrown it.

"Turn around."

Jungkook clicked his tongue but turned. "I've seen you naked before."

"No, you haven't. You've seen me half naked."

"Yeah, so we should fix that."

You ignored him as you shimmied out of your shorts and into the bottoms. You tried to do the strings of the top as quickly as possible, but your shaking hands made it difficult.

"Do you need help?"

"No!"

You finally completed a secure knot and let your hair fall away down your back, hoping it would cover a good portion.

"You go first," you ordered him when you were ready.

"Let me at least see you!"

"Go!"

Jungkook didn't resist looking at you over his shoulder as he opened the door, but he didn't draw it out as he strode out toward the pool. You walked carefully behind him so that his body shielded you mostly from sight. Then he sprinted toward the pool and launched himself into a front flip, creating enough of a distraction for you to sneak to the pool's edge and slip with. Water splashed over Jimin and Taehyung and sloshed over the sides of the rectangular pool. And before anyone but Yoongi and Hoseok had seen you, you had submerged yourself in the water. You emerged, smoothing your hair away from your face while your shoulders remained below the water at the same time Jimin did. He met your eyes.

"Sneaky little kitten," he smirked.

Jungkook used his powerful arms and legs to swim over to you before Jimin could and wrapped himself around you exactly as he promised he would.

"Are you using Jungkook to hide from me?" Jimin asked with an arched brow.

"No."

"She just feels more comfortable with me. I'm protecting her from you." Jungkook made a show of holding you close to him, his thick arms protectively crossed over your stomach.

"You act like I'm gonna pounce on her," Jimin scoffed.

"Ignore Jimin," Taehyung told you. "He's particularly horny today and he tends to get rather predatory. But if he doesn't start to behave I'll put him on a sex ban." He shot Jimin a sharp glare.

"You don't mean that," the man replied seductively. He began to move lazily through the water, keeping his eyes on nothing in particular but conspicuously off of you. Jungkook kept his wary gaze on the man who came subtly closer to you. Just before Jimin could get close enough to touch you, Jungkook spun the two of you away, dragging your body with his through the water, toward Namjoon. You shrieked with laughter at the sudden change, giggling as Namjoon took Jungkook's place at your back. His large hands gripped firmly at your waist, thick fingers sinking into your flesh, causing goosebumps down your arms. He steered you away from where Jimin was struggling against Jungkook and finding himself at quite a disadvantage. Namjoon's broad chest covered your back completely with room to spare, and the heat his skin had soaked up from the sun radiated into your own. He pushed you toward the wall of the pool and caged you there. His hands moved to your arms and soothed down your skin.

"Is this okay?" He asked in your ear and a chill went down your spine. He slid his hands over yours and rested them at your hips, his middle fingers tracing over the top of your bikini bottoms. You went still except to nod. Namjoon's hands continued to roam over your body under the water, one feeling the taut muscles of your abdomen while the other caressed your inner thigh. "You have an incredible body, Val," he murmured, mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath on your skin. "I can't wait to explore you," he added as his fingertips ghosted over the fabric between your legs.

You squealed when Jimin jumped into Namjoon's back, water splashing around the two of you as he tried to reach for you. Namjoon put a foot against the wall and pushed off, giving you room to move away.

"What's going on?" Jin asked, looking at the commotion in the pool as he brought out two more plates of snacks and set them around Hoseok as if they weren't for everyone.

"I think they're playing keep away with Val. Either that, or fighting to get their hands on her," Hoseok answered as he watched you swim down the length of the pool.

You weren't thinking too much about it as you moved down the wall to the next sheltering body. You encountered Taehyung's legs where they hung into the water from his seat on the hot concrete.

"Hey," you breathed when you looked up at him.

He smiled at you easily and spread open his long legs. "I'll guard you," he promised. You slipped between his knees and he crossed his legs over your chest, letting you hold onto his legs to help keep yourself afloat. You kept your back safely pressed against the cool tile of the pool wall as you watched the other men horseplay, splashing and laughing loudly. Jin handed a glass to Jungkook before slipping into the water, taunting Jimin with something in Korean that you didn't catch. When Jimin slipped out of Namjoon's grasp and moved toward you again, you started, but Taehyung kept you locked between his legs.

"Wait," he said quietly. "I'll tell you when to go."

He let Jimin approach you while the others merely watched and waited. When Jimin was within touching distance of you, Taehyung stuck out both long legs, pressing his feet against Jimin's shoulders.

"Go, Val!" Taehyung exclaimed as he held the other man at bay.

Jimin's face scrunched as he stretched to catch you, but you giggled before you ducked out of Tae's legs. As soon as you were clear, Tae caught Jimin between his feet and pulled him into the spot you had vacated. Jimin's hand reached for you, grazing your arm but you carefully pulled it away and swam for the other end of the pool. Jin came out to meet you in the middle of the pool and towed you to the shallow end.

"Having fun?" He asked as he pulled you through the water.

"Yeah," you smiled more naturally than he thought he had seen before. Yet he noticed how as you got to where you could stand, you kept your shoulders below the water. Jungkook almost moved to take you from him, to cover you again. But Jin caught on without needing to be told and he pulled you against him before propelling you both to the edge of the pool once again.

"Look what I caught for you, Hobi," Jin crooned as he gathered your long hair down the middle of your back.

At the shallow end, you stood in front of Jin and the concrete came up to your ribs, leaving your breasts on display in the slightly too small top that Jungkook had picked for you. You hadn't bothered to say anything to him, since it was clear that getting a good look at you was clearly the purpose anyway.

Hoseok licked his lips when you leaned forward slightly and rested your elbows on the warm concrete. "Thank you, hyung. I love it."

"Are you okay, Hobi?" You asked sweetly as Jin continued to twirl a column of your hair, wringing some of the water out and watching as the water slipped down your back. His eyes traced over the pattern of scars over the majority of your back. He wasn't being a voyeur or looking for pleasure. There was no changing your value based on what he saw. But he needed to know. Hobi watched, knowing as he saw Seokjin’s face the tenderness the older man was willing to give you. It warmed his heart to watch his own lover accept you so completely. While his scars weren’t as physically visible as yours, Hoseok knew the heaviness that came with living with them each day. Slowly, Seokjin had taught him how to trust others to share the weight of that burden and he knew Seokjin could do the same for you too.

"I'm great right now, jagiya." Hoseok smiled at you and your chest heated.

Jin let go of your hair and leaned into you. "Yoongi can you get me a drink please." He said it so casually, politely but in a tone that made it an order rather than a favor.

Yoongi was happy to oblige. He stirred the contents of the pitcher to mix what might have settled and then he poured a glass for Jin. He rose and walked to stand in front you before he crouched down to be almost level with you. Then he handed the glass to Jin.

"Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" Yoongi asked as Jin took a drink.

"I'm good, oppa," you answered happily.

Jin squeezed your side. You turned your head up at him. "Yes, oppa?" You questioned.

Jin's free hand came out of the water to cup your throat, holding your face at that angle before he lifted his glass to your chin. "Open," he said with the same authority he had used on Yoongi a moment earlier.

So you parted your mouth slightly so he could put his glass to your lips. The liquid spilled into your mouth, sweet and sour orange juice coating your tongue, accompanied by the fizz of champagne bubbles. You swallowed a mouthful and both men watched a rivulet of yellow slip down the corner of your mouth. Jin pulled the glass away and released his hold on your jaw. You faced forward to Yoongi again, and he reached out to swipe the liquid back up to coat your lower lip with his thumb. Your breath stopped as Yoongi lifted the thumb to his own mouth. He smiled at the taste of oranges and chlorine, then he walked back to his seat. He opened the book he'd brought outside with him and began to ignore everyone.

Your thoughts became hazy with so many hands on you, so many teasing words, so many longing stares. You were vaguely aware of Jin and Hoseok talking over you, but not enough to tell if they were talking to or about you. To your left, Namjoon and Jungkook were tangled together, caught in their own small moment of wandering hands and soft lips. Whether the words Namjoon was murmuring against Jungkook's skin were sultry or sweet was only for them to know. Jin still stood at your back, but not against you, his hands on the concrete caging you protectively but not possessively.

You sank into the water and moved away from him, deciding your attempts to hide were pointless. They were going to see eventually. They seemed to already know. It wasn't as if they didn't already know you were broken. And they were willing to keep you anyway. You reminded yourself of what Namjoon had told you yesterday about accepting their feelings, that they were genuine. Until you could believe that yourself, you would just have to take his word for it. But you couldn't hide. You let yourself float in the water, felt it glide over your skin like another caress, soaked the sunlight into your cheeks.

You felt a hand wrap around your waist, too gentle to startle you, and you kept your eyes closed as the person pulled you closer.

"You've been running from me, kitten. You're not scared of me, are you?" You knew it was him from his hands, but you opened your eyes to look at Jimin anyway. You turned to have him directly.

"I was just playing, Jiminie. Isn't that what you want? To play?"

Jimin set his hands on your hips and pulled you close to him. To his surprise, you wrapped your legs and arms around him, lazily tracing the crescent moon tattoo at the base of his neck.

"You caught on quick, didn't you?"

You merely shrugged. Jimin's hands clasped behind your back as he moved the two of your weightless bodies aimlessly through the water. "Do you want to play?"

"What kind of game?" You asked it innocently even though you knew Jimin was anything but.

"Any kind. I know a lot of games. Some the others don't like to play." He pulled you tighter to him so your chest didn't lean so far away, so he could speak in your ear. "Maybe there are some things you'd like that you don't know to ask for. Things I could show you. You can come play anytime, with me and Tae."

Your legs squeezed around him and Jimin grinned. You looked over his shoulder to where Taehyung still sat at the deep end of the pool. "Would Tae be okay with that?" After everything, you didn't want to hurt him more.

Jimin chuckled softly. "Yes, he would. I think it would mean a lot to him. Even though he didn't want to share you before, his perspective has changed now."

You leaned back again to look Jimin in the eyes. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded. "Do you still play with Mariana?"

His face went stoney for half a second and then he shook his head.

"Not since the night you found out about everything."

Your brows furrowed just slightly. "Why not?"

Jimin shrugged. He honestly hadn't thought about it. "She was just for fun. A little distraction now and then while Taehyung was with you. She wasn't the only one. But since things fell apart between you two, I've been focusing on him."

You only gave him a squeeze in response and continued to let him float you around the pool for several minutes. After that you let each of them pass you around again, enjoying their touches and kisses. You laughed along with their teasing of one another and listened eagerly to stories they told. Morning turned to afternoon and you'd never been so happy to be tired in your whole life.

You nodded, taking in the information, and leaned into him again, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of his embrace. It was just like cuddling.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” you whispered. Jimin's chest bloomed as you settled into him. He nestled his face in your neck and stroked his thumb up and down an old scar. "I know you have Yoongi and everyone else, but just know you can come to me, too. For comfort or a cuddle or an itch you need scratched."

When everyone decided it was time to get out of the sun, you climbed out of the pool and moved with small but quick steps over to Yoongi to grab a towel from the stack beside him. You wrapped the thick, fluffy towel around your body, disappearing beneath the blue and white stripes. You sat on the other side of Yoongi on the double chaise lounge he had chosen to sit on in hopes you'd eventually find your way there. His book was still open against his knees, but his eyes were on you.

"Having fun?" He asked as he watched you examine your pruney fingers.

Your smile was blinding. "I'm exhausted. I need a nap." You rested your head back against the chaise and closed your eyes, your smile not faltering one bit. Yoongi moved a piece of hair from your face.

"You should go shower. Then you can nap in your bed. The chlorine isn't good for your skin."

You pouted and moaned at his words. Your body angled toward him and inched closer. "But I want to stay with you, oppa. Didn't get to hang out with you all day."

That wasn't entirely true. He'd been there the whole time, sneaking glances above his book to watch you share your joy with the other members. But there had been so much of the others and so little of him. Whenever you were with the whole group you were used to being close to him. He was like a security blanket and even though you had learned today that you didn't need him, you still missed him.

Yoongi's smile only grew more endeared. "How about you go shower and come up and clean your cut and then we can hang out a little bit, just me and you."

You opened your eyes to look up at him. His long black hair waved gently away from his face. His expression was so tender, you melted all over again. You could reach up just a little and kiss him. But maybe he would get tired of it if you did that too frequently. The smile you returned came more from your eyes than your lips when you replied, "come up to my room in ten minutes."

Yoongi knocked softly when he came to your room, worried you might not be ready. But you answered with a quiet command to come in. He found you in your bathroom, tying your damp hair into a thick bun atop your head. The air still hung wetly with the floral fragrance of the products you had used. It was mildly intoxicating. You were dressed already, in a loose pair of sweats that hung low on your hips, a bright strip of your underwear peeking out, paired with an old, thin t-shirt and–he could tell–no bra.

Yoongi swallowed as he stepped into the large bathroom. "I brought a cream that will help reduce the scarring. If you apply it frequently, it should be minimal."

You gave him a tight smile and thanks as you finished securing your hair. "Can I?" He gestured with the containers in his hands. You responded by sitting back on the countertop and lifting the hem of your shirt. Yoongi soaked a cotton ball with the antiseptic he had brought with him and dabbed it gently along the lines of your cut.

"There's something else I wanted to talk to you about," he said as he waited for it to dry. "As your doctor."

You chuckled lightly. "Sure."

"Birth control," he uttered, like ripping off a bandaid. You bit your lips together to keep from laughing or from showing how shy you were with your smile. "It's up to you of course. I managed to get a supply of pills, in case you want to start today. But if you'd like another method, I can get you in to see an OBGYN."

You blinked at him. "I'm not so good at remembering to take the pill every day."

"I can help you, make sure you take it on time." He nudged your thigh. "It will give me an excuse to see you."

"This is really happening, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"They all actually want to have sex with me," you almost laughed at how ridiculous it was.

Yoongi blushed, but he tried to ignore it. "We," he corrected, "all want to have sex with you. To be close to you. Not all of us in the same way. We're all different but…we all want to take care of you in the ways we know how." He let you take in his words for a moment, watching your face, but you gave away nothing. "Does that scare you?"

You let out a breath. "I don't know if scare is the right word. It's strange. It's going to take a while to get used to."

"That's understandable. Take everything at your own pace, Val. We'll be here."

You nodded and Yoongi unscrewed the cap on the jar of lotion he had brought you. He dabbed it over your skin with the lightest of touches. Then he straightened up to look you in the eyes.

"I meant everything I said last night, Val. I love you, but I don't mind being only one of many who do. I'll give you anything you need or want from me."

You fisted the front of his shirt in your hands and pulled him between your legs so there was hardly any space between you. You looked at him eye to eye, but almost too close to focus, so close his breath was on your lips.

"You're too—"

"No." He cut you off, hands raising to your shoulders, to tease his fingers along your neck. "Not too anything."

You paused, breathing the same breath, but not moving. "What if I don't know how to love you back, even though I want to?"

His thumb stroked along your jaw. Yoongi knew it scared you. But he also knew you were more than capable of it. He knew you would feel it and show it long before you could recognize it. And even if you didn't, he wasn't sure it would matter to him. "Will you stay until you figure it out or decide you don't want to?"

You nodded slowly. "I'll stay."

"Then there's nothing more to want," he smiled before he kissed you.

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pantoneyoongi · 10 months

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the sun & the sky | ksj ; knj ; kth

series ; the sun & the sky

summary ; a mini-series about two best friends, their love lives, and what they wouldn’t give to make sure the other was happy.

blog tag ; series: tsns

PREQUEL: THE MOON || THE SUN, THE SKY, & THE MOON ↠ featuring ; seokjin x you (sun), seokjin x sky word count ; tbd

description

your best friend means the world to you. that’s why you call her sky - she encompasses everything, always, whether night or day. you’d give anything to protect her, would do anything to keep her from getting hurt.

you were the one thing you didn’t think you had to protect her from. your life, maybe. your home, maybe. but not you, as a person. until seokjin happened. until seokjin becomes the catalyst threatening to rip all of your promises apart.

tracklist ; irresponsible - kiana lede; when i fall in love - bol4; urs - niki; when emma falls in love - taylor swift; like me, like me - katherine li; fools - troye sivan

part one: i think i fell in love

part two: to tell you the truth, sometimes i wish i was her

part three: everything is shattering, and it’s my mistake

part four: why would you look at me that way?

-- coming soon!

ORIGIN: THE SUN || THE SUN & THE STARS ↠ featuring ; taehyung x you (sun) word count ; 31.9k

description ;

taehyung’s known you almost his whole life - his sister’s best friend, the girl who invades his home and his life on the daily. you’re the one who gave his sister the nickname ‘sky’ to begin with - and also the one who relented when he whined about it at age five and said okay, you can be the stars, then.

it’s funny, because to him, you’re just the petty, mischievous neighbor from across the street with a penchant for stealing his snacks. but over the years, you’ve somehow landed yourself a reputation that stretches beyond the 1.5 year age gap he has with you - for someone who generally likes to keep things low key, you sure have a way of drawing attention.

sky’s friendly, teasing best friend is known for being cold, impassive, and immovable. which is weird, because when he’s around you, all he sees are unabashed grins and terrible jokes. until he realizes maybe he doesn’t know you like he thought he did. maybe they’re right - it just so happens that the walls you throw up around him look a little different from the walls you throw up around everyone else.

tracklist ; willow - taylor swift, give me your forever - zack tabudlo ft. billkin, limbo - keshi

blog tag ; series: kths

tags ; college!au, best friend’s little brother!au, childhood friends to lovers, cold/ice princess reputation!you, angst, fluff, mentions of absent parents and financial instability, brief mentions of infidelity, heavy emphasis on platonic friendships tbh, pov switches

SPIN-OFF: THE SKY || THE SKY & THE EARTH ↠ featuring ; namjoon x you (sky) word count ; tbd

-- coming soon!

#seokjin x you #taehyung x you #namjoon x you #seokjin x yn #taehyung x yn #namjoon x yn #series: tsns #series: kths #i did it i made the masterpost #:D

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bts-0t-7 · 6 months

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Under the Light of the ARMY Bomb | KNJ

Pair: Namjoon x idol reader

Summary: Surprising your long-distance boyfriend as a singer has its perks. But when an unexpected double surprise came for ARMY’s in the stadium that day, it was the absolute highlight of the event.

Genre: Pure tooth-rotting fluff, idol reader, idol Namjoon, established relationship au

WC: 1189

If you are ARMY, regardless of whether you have attended BTS concerts in person or virtually or even if you were just watching through clips, you know the exhilarating energy that they possess. Together with that, ARMY’s cheers and sing-alongs make the environment a thoroughly different environment.

Today marks the last day of the world tour for BTS and they were performing at the Seoul Olympic Stadium. Even standing outside, you were already alight with energy, a sea of ARMY’s waving their light sticks and singing along to the electrifying performance on stage. From the little slit along the stages, you saw Namjoon commanding the stage with his powerful presence, leading his members with equal amounts of charisma.

Every time, you would be part of the audience - a part of ARMY. But today will be unlike any other. Today, you had fully intended to join them on stage and give Namjoon the fright of his life.

Amidst the crowd, you were hiding in plain sight. With your own fandom and performances, it was rare to find a moment of spare time where the both of you could just enjoy each other’s presence without the worry of the future. It has been four years since the both of you have come out to the public about your relationship. Saying that there were no hard times would be a big fat lie.

You got threats on threats, making you constantly fear for your life. But there was also a section of ARMY and your own fan base that gave a positive output. You had changed your energy from them and did your best for them. You were glad that over time, people also grew accustomed to the fact that the both of you were dating. Not to say that there were no haters but just… lesser than before.

When you found out that your precious boyfriend and his brothers were performing in Seoul, you couldn't resist the temptation of surprising him. Of course, you had told his members and talked to the company and their managers, ensuring that it was indeed okay for the surprise to happen. Arranging the preparation with the help of BTS’s management, it was still a challenge to keep your presence a secret from your boyfriend. The boys were not the best at keeping secrets from Joon and his sharp eyes just seemed to see everything. And your resistance was diminishing by each second when you see your boyfriend performing, hot as shit and cursing his way through.

But it was all part of the thrill.

As the concert reached its peak and the vocal line was performing ‘Dimple’, you slinked backstage with the rest of the dancers, heart thumping with anticipation. The crowd was in a frenzy and this was the perfect moment.

Joining the line of backup dancers as they got onto the stage, shrouded in a hoodie and a cap, the spotlight was completely focused on the vocal line, allowing you a few seconds to prepare.

As they got to the chorus, you stepped forward, voice steady and heart full of love and excitement. The vocal line continued singing with you, harmonising their voices with yours with ease. In the background, ARMY’S cheers increased in volume as the ARMY bombs went crazy, but all you could see was Namjoon’s surprised expression. It took a moment for the realisation to set in that you were actually here. The wide smile that adorned his lips made your heart explode.

All that waiting was worth it.

It was unforgettable.

You and the boys continued performing, having the best time teasing their leader during the remainder of the song. As you faced ARMY and waved your own ARMY bomb, you could feel Namjoon’s eyes on you the whole time. But he couldn’t seem to take them off of you as the crowd erupted into cheers and applause as you bowed to them. Your presence on the stage was unexpected and everybody was living off it - including him. It was the best surprise that he could have ever asked for.

When the song ended, Namjoon ran out from backstage, clumsily tripping over himself. As he stepped forward, his hands trembled uncontrollably when he held your own. The rest of the boys were rowdy behind the both of you, shouting and teasing, revelling in the romantic surprise unfolding before their eyes. But all of that turns into the background when Namjoon looks into your eyes. All he could see… was you.

The crowd quickly hushed as Namjoon spoke, his voice thick with emotion. “Y/N, what an announcement spoiler you are.” He laughed. “From the moment we met, from the days we spent together to the nights after every concert and phone call, I’ve always been thinking about it. You brought so much light into my life, to the rest of the boys, and to ARMY. I wanted to tell you when we decided to go on that date two days later but after this surprise, I can’t think of a better time to ask than now.”

The crowd went crazy and then went silent again.

Tears welled in your eyes as your heart rate rose to a dangerous level just thinking of the possibility of -

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up every day with you by my side and go to sleep every night with you in my arms.” Namjoon kneeled down on one knee, an open ring box in one hand and a microphone in the other. “Will you marry me? Can you take this clumsy, absolutely hopeless kitchen man in?”

The stadium fell into absolute silence, the air tense with anticipation.

But you didn’t hesitate. There were so many things you wanted to say but the words caught in your throat. Your mind was moving miles per second but all you could say was, “Yes! Yes, oh my gosh Namjoon, yes!”

The stadium erupted in applause and maybe you were just high from the adrenaline, but you swore that even the ground was shaking. But it was because of the cheers from the crowd and the ecstatic reactions of the rest of the members that made the moment even more unforgettable. Namjoon slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing the promise of a lifetime together. Namjoon’s hand cupped the back of your neck and brought you in for a heated kiss.

You prepared a surprise for him but got a larger surprise instead. You knew that you were going to forever be teased on this by the boys but you couldn't bring yourself to care. It was you and Namjoon - against the world.

As the concert continued, the atmosphere was even more electric. The unexpected love and joy in the air was palpable and your surprise appearance and engagement became the highlight of the night. Namjoon’s confession of love in front of thousands of fans marked a clear, new beginning - not just for you as a couple but for BTS and their dedicated ARMY as well.

It was a night of music, love, and memories that none would forget.

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dearlyanqels · 2 years

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The Boyfriend Series

bored as hell. truly I am, so I'll be writing some you guys can request, I do say i suck at some shit, I'll try to write it as best as I can, please give me enough details, so I won't mess up on your things.

this can be as soft as it can or as nsfw as it can. I can do separate, group, or duo.

this is also very shitty

Asking You/Them Out

Seokjin, Kim.

the day he ask you out, is the day neither of you will forget.

beforehand he was your coworker, you both were in a work project, and he was the one in charge.

after the drinks, you two walk to the nearby apartments, since then you two had a bond.

how he asks you out was kinda funny, you two were out eating ice cream and walking around Han River when something made you gasp.

a small little ducklings was lost, and you couldn't help yourself but to help it into the water, until the mother duck came swatting at you that made you bump into seokjin.

his ice cream, cream his whole shirt, your drink of thick milkshake fell on his face and your body then landing right on the ground.

"is a bad time to ask you out?" he said laughing while wiping his face off. you couldn't stop laughing, but accept his offering.

he still buys you the thick milkshake, but walks a bit apart, afraid it might spill on him again.

Namjoon, Kim

namjoon adores nature, everyone knows that, but he loves you as well.

it was not to long ago that he ask you out, it started two weeks ago, you had stay the night with him just for the weekend.

and this was his chance, his moment that he and hobi were working on (hobi only help as impersonating you) he had to do this.

he open the door to his room, and followed the smell of your cooking for him. "you got this namjo-" he didn't get it.

he notice that weren't in the kitchen area, but next to his beloved bonsai tree, petting it. oh he was head over hills over you already.

"oh joon bug, food is finish, I saw on tiktok that talking to plants. so I wanted to talk it" he couldn't help himself, so when he walk to you, he trip on the coffee table

you tried to bit your laugh back, but failed. "oh honey" you said parting his hair, and kissing his forehead. "date me." he sounded more demanding then asking. "weren't we always dating we literally had-" he kiss your lips before you brought up the moments of last night's.

Hoseok, Jung

he could never ask you our without being utterly shy, like shy.

during his down time, he was laying down on the little cot the staff provided the members and rethink his practice performance like he usually does, that was until he heard your voice.

you came skipping to the cots and laid right next to him, you always cherished his after practice cuddles very much, and he knew you did becaus how sleepy you get.

"hobi" you quietly said, almost a whisper into his ear, he smiled and held you closer "yes?" he said equally as quiet. "you're warm" you said, he chuckled and grab your cheeks. he stared at your lips, your nose, and those beautiful and peaceful eyes.

"what are you doing after our concert?" he whisper you could practically fell the chills on his arm, and his heart race against your cheek. "I'm your stylist, I have to pack up" you stared deep into his eyes, seen the red around his cheek turn dark.

"let's go on a date, tomorrow, I'll get you at your hotel" he quickly got up and walk right out the room. you could tell he was very embarrassed how his mind didn't register what he just ask you, but you couldn't wait.

Taehyung, Kim

you two have been dating for nearly three years, and out of you two, he was the most romantic person.

he planned everything out, the lake spot, the meal that was cook (by seokjin, forgive taehyung he still learning).

he made sure to wrap your eyes, so you wont see the surprise, he even got your favorite flowers to make sure it was perfect.

he sat you down and grab your favorite drink and poured it for you. seokjin place off your blind fold and let you gasp at the view and thoughtful setting. "taehyung, babe" you looked at him, thanking your lucky stars for this moment.

"I know we been friends for so long, but I want to cross that bridge. the bridge of dating. will you go-" you couldn't help your self, you just had to kiss him.

he smiled into the kiss, thanking his lucky stars as well. every day since that day he couldn't stop loving you more than ever. "you remember when I ask you out, and you kissing me" he said kissing your leg as he massage your feet from a rough work.

"everyday, thank you for dating me" you said, he look at you with so much love and adoration. he really loved you.

Jimin, Park

just line hobi, he was shy. his confidence was gone when you walk into the room, because the way your smile was huge and the way you look just made him shy.

but today was not one of those precious days, you were crying and holding his Chimmy. he felt his heart shatter, and break into so many pieces. "why are you crying?" he lean on his feet and remove your hoodie from your face. "my friend-- the one who-- she" he watch as you tried your best to spurt out a sentence. "come let's go, we're in Busan, let's go to my father's restaurant" she shook her head.

"minnie, my clothes.. no" he didn't care and still pulled you to the door. the drive was silent but also had a little sniffles here and there. he open the door for you and just walk into the restaurant, not caring about the whispers or stares.

"thank you dad" he said, and pulled your chair. "you been planning this?" she ask, nothing could get passed you really. "yes, but we'll get to that later" he said showing his adorable smile. "yes, I would love to date you" you said, it wasn't how he wanted it, but he was still glad. and glad to make you smile.

"you were supposed to wait til we get back to hotel and I wipe your tears and we eat the little dessert. -- let me not be shy around you" he whined, you laugh and kiss his hand. "let me be the romantic one" he whined more and grumble some words, but in reality it was for to escape the sadness and smile around him.

Jungkook, Jeon

rain, dog walking and puddles.

oh how the two of you adore the rainy days, it's how you two met. your dog was running off her leash and bam ran after your dog that made both of you run.

he couldn't thank his dog enough for that faithful day.

he watch as you dance around and kick some water, your dog was just like you as well, jumping in puddles and all around happy, he was happy.

you stop, and stared at him for a little longer until the thunder roll making the dogs bark. "ah let's get to your house" he said you two both job through the rain and to the covered surface your home.

"-- wait, I gotta ask you something." he did pulling you out of the rain. he didn't notice your face when you jump into a big puddle that he accidentally got drag into. "fu- go out with me, let's have a date here" he pick you up throwing you over his shoulder and into your house as you giggled. in reality, you two have been dating for a little over seven months.

Yoongi Min

he was not one for spontaneous things, he liked to just do it as it is plan.

but you were spontaneous, and adventurous. it was one of the many qualities he enjoyed about you. so he had help from his family and friends to put togther a scavenger hunt.

and oh boy did it take a lot of time, a lot of planning, he was tired but he needed to do this.

hoseok and you were walking around until he received a text and instructions on a note to hand to you. "take a small trip to the ice cream store, its where we firste right?" the note read, you and hoseok begin the journey from there up until the second to the last note.

"and after you met my parents I needed you to meet my friends who are like brothers. they mean a lot to me. I know they mean a lot from you as well. ask namjoon for the note, but dear god don't let him drive i know he recently got his driver's license, still."

you felt namjoon's eye roll and gave you the last note "okay good, now follow these coordinates" the bottom was numbers, jimin jangle the kiss to the van, you all gladly accept and went along.

there he was, kicking rocks and looking at the waterfall. he nervously look up to see you gazing at the moment. "very adventurous and well planned out mr. min" you said smiling. "all to ask out the most important person I want to see every day" he said. "oh yoongi, oh my yes yes yes yes" he ran up to you and kiss your cheek. "I would have cried if you said no" he whisper, earning a laugh from you.

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mochilatae · 2 months

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No One Else (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count: 5.0kish

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n/Reader

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected sex, semi-clothed sex, creampie, biting, groping, pinching, slapping, kissing (tongue and other), aggressive Namjoon, jealousy, possessive undertones, rough/intense sex, orgasms (yours and his), squirting (implied), hair pulling, scratching, cuddling, softness (at the end), rich Namjoon/CEO Namjoon elements, Established (early) relationship stuff

Genre: PWP, Established Relationship

AUs: CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: Namjoon is a man who gets what he wants. Nothing is out of his reach. You find out what happens when he thinks someone else might get something that should be his. It brings out a side of him you never knew existed.

Author’s Note:

For my sis @worldwideseal

This is a standalone story from the CEO AU and isn't the same CEO Namjoon from previous stories, although there are some of the same elements (established relationship).

Thank you for reading. If you liked it, feel free to comment. If you reblog, it's also very much appreciated but not required.

Tags: @askkrisachan @kiestrokes

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The penthouse door shut behind you and Namjoon’s footsteps followed shortly after.

Although the foyer hall was dark, you knew it well enough to identify every single shape like you’d lived there for years. You’d certainly leaned into the comfort and confidence of accepting that you did in fact live here. It was as official as could be: you’d gotten a couple bills and updated your mailing address.

It didn’t get any more real than that.

As you wandered past the tall mirror mounted on the wall, you glanced at yourself, enjoying the site of your legs in the heels chosen for the night: slightly taller stilettos that made your legs look as long as you’d always wanted.

It was that much better hearing Namjoon’s dress shoes pacing at your back. You finally slowed at the end of the hall, facing the den unfolding before your eyes. Based on the warmth suddenly rising at your back, Namjoon had stopped just behind you.

His breath grazing your shoulder only confirmed the fact a moment later. His words chased the fading wisps when he spoke.

“Did you have a good time?”

Whatever reason he was asking, you hid your confusion and smiled, noting the far off night sky through the massive picture windows framing the room across the way. The night sky looked surreal this high up. Living in one of the tallest buildings in the center of a bustling city had its perks–and this one was high on your list.

“Yes.” You whispered. A beat passed.

Namjoon’s lips pressed your skin then slid towards the outside of one shoulder and departed just there. “Good.” He murmured.

Another moment slipped between the silence that followed.

“..It was nice to show you off.”

Hearing him say that ALWAYS felt amazing, and Namjoon never seemed to get tired of announcing it. You often suspected that was the whole reason he insisted you come along to these events.

Gatherings. Galas. Whatever they were, whenever they happened, it was almost a guarantee he’d send you a message ahead of time with a save the date notice.

Which was followed by a visit to his tailor for fittings. Beautiful dresses that you’d never imagined being in, customized to your shape. Emphasizing what you had and making you feel like a model. A goddess.

Skin treatments that had you smelling like heaven and glowing like an angel come to earth. You couldn’t get enough. The hours of prep was always worth the end result: eyes on you.

Attention of the most surprisingly good kind. It was a wonderful change you’d grown into with this relationship.

For once sensing eyes on you from all directions didn’t scream ‘be on guard’. It lifted you. Pumped your ego and fed it to a healthy size.

You always came back to a single home truth: the only eyes you really desired belonged to Namjoon. His stare was what you craved. Dined on, when it was served.

Like he’d done earlier tonight, all through the drive over. In steely silence, city lights washing features and his jaw muscle writhing. From next to you at the banquet hall table, shoulder to shoulder among his friends and associates.

And just like now: when you turned and spotted his gaze leveled your way again. There was something amiss in the sparkle there, beaming from those narrowing eyes.

“What?” You scoffed playfully, offering a coquettish pose, fanning lashes at him. Your lips pursed just a little and Namjoon’s own thinned into a very taut smile.

One that you’d seen after many unpleasant work meetings or a particularly busy work day. He did move a lot of money so his mood could be mercurial.

Nerves rising a little, sending goosebumps along your skin, you straightened a bit, waiting for him to speak. But Namjoon didn’t. He waited just long enough to break the silence, right when your lips parted to speak.

“What did you think of him?”

“Him.” You repeated, now fully turned to face Namjoon. He was slow, tugging each cuff of his suit jacket sleeves and sliding arms out one after the other. Even in spite of the broad shouldered design of the garment, Namjoon shedding it did little to diminish his stature.

This man managed to look just as broad. Except now the more fitted shape of his dress shirt thoroughly outlined his triangular shape. As if you needed the reminder he was spending more and more time at the gym in the mornings.

Like it wasn’t enough he could destroy you as he was if he never stepped foot in there again, but that wasn’t enough for him. Namjoon cared about his body and keeping it ready to work at peak performance. He didn’t just keep his mind sharp. He kept every muscle ready. Trained.

He wanted the best and he did not sit back until it came to him. He chased it down, made it his own. Just like he’d done to you.

The way he stepped closer after hanging the jacket on a nearby wall hook shrank the air around you. This room’s high ceiling wouldn’t stop you if your soul departed and sailed up with the energy of a rocket off the launch pad.

You swallowed, chest dangerously tight. That was easy enough to ignore–you had to or you’d panic.

“Him?” You repeated, letting all the confusion and nervousness out in this single word.

It didn’t change that slowly deepening glare that had taken residence on Namjoon’s face.

“Him.” He grunted, tone like granite. And just as warm. Now he was within reach, chest puffing. His fingers found your chin, tracing the shape, then circled and held tight. Slowly he tipped your face up so he could see you clearly.

Knowing Namjoon was looking into your eyes, there wouldn’t be any way to retreat because you couldn’t look away, no matter how hard you tried.

“The man who was talking to you by the champagne fountain.”

Your mind scrambled backwards in the evening, combing over every mundane detail. Things you might have missed, down to the color of the salad fork and the way Namjoon had unfolded his napkin and laid it on his lap.

The big, plump warmth of his palm on your thigh there, under the table. The way it climbed slowly until you’d almost choked on a mouthful of red wine between courses. Just before you’d gone to the dancefloor.

“Oh.” The admitting came in a low wheeze from your lips. You resisted licking them, lest you ruin the lipstick you’d purchased just for this evening.

Namjoon released your chin. Smiling, he leaned closer. It was hard to see that smile didn’t go further than the apples of his cheeks because you’d never seen it directed at you. He was not pleased.

“Yes.” He cooed but it was a rumble. From deep in that broad chest. The buttons of his shirt looked like they were as stressed as you felt. His free hand was at the top button, popping it open. “..Him. What did you think of him?”

“You want me to say something specific, then tell me.” You replied. Playing mind games with Namjoon was dangerous when he was in a mood like this. It couldn’t have gone well for anyone who tried it in the world of business and you were far more woefully underskilled to even begin trying.

You’d be crushed like a bug.

Namjoon’s smile stayed. He opened a second button. More skin came into view, the v shape of parting shirt material widening. Tempting your attention and the beginnings of a sweet ache much further below your navel.

“I just want the truth.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I know you wouldn’t, Y/n. Which is why I trust that I can ask you and get the answer.”

“I can’t make something up. I just said—” You sputtered weakly and Namjoon’s finger drew a rail of fire down your lips,heading for the center divot at the base of your throat. You were helpless as your head lolled backwards.

The ceiling was all you could see, starlight making a white aura there as his touch stopped and he traced a spiral there just near one collarbone. His lips feathered your neck on one side and your knees shook.

He growled. Sank teeth gently to pinch just a bit of skin. So careful that you knew it could be so much more dangerous than he was letting it become. And you knew HE knew how much this turned you on. The danger contained and wielded by such a powerful man like Namjoon Kim.

Beyond-billionaire. Earned his stripes and his reputation. Earned the privacy and mystery of his success and the corners of his life he kept locked up tight. You’d only just gotten into the inner circle but there were doors you knew were still closed.

Especially when it came to his appetites. You’d never thought that you could walk around on this earth feeling perpetually wet like Namjoon had you doing since you became serious.

Your knees locked as you drew in a deep breath. Instead of helping, your head spun.

“So don’t. The truth gets MUCH better rewards than lies,my sweet. Unless..” He dragged a finger over the wet spot where his teeth had been, then massaged into the depression left. You bit back a moan.

“...Unless you like that kind of thing? Are you that type? Do you like to be punished, Y/n? I know we’re still learning about each other–we’ve got a long way to go. But I wouldn’t mind knowing that. I can oblige if you’re into going through it. Wouldn’t be my first time.”

Oh my god. The ceiling wobbled and you blinked. Shaking your head had you unsteady in the heels you’d managed to strut successfully in most of the night. Good thing it didn’t last long before the ceiling stilled again.

Namjoon moved onto your shoulders, bringing one finger under the stress strap and tugging it aside. It fell down to your bicep. The tickle was so intense you almost shuddered. Everything was so alive with Namjoon so close.

Having him in your life had EVERYTHING much brighter and more fresh, so this should stop being a surprise, and yet…

After he guided the other strap down and it was hanging the same way on the other side, Namjoon’s eyes came into view after he cupped the back of your head and pulled it upright. Placing your attention solidly where he wanted. Getting his way.

Exactly what he deserved.

The only remaining sign of his former smile were two dangerously thin pink lines, even tighter than you felt.

“Are you that type?” He was speaking so low and quiet, forcing you to strain beyond your thundering heart just to hear.

“I’m not.”

“..Mmmhm.” He barely nodded. Something entered his eyes–a new kind of flame. Flickering and hungry. Was that …jealousy? Namjoon’s lips parted and his forehead barely touched yours. He spoke again.

“Then tell me what you thought of him.” He wasn’t going to let this go.

At least you’d finally remembered who he was talking about: some nice older man from your trip to the champagne fountain while Namjooon made his social rounds. One of the only moments he’d left your side.

An exotically handsome man. With an accent thick enough you mostly understood and pieced together what he’d asked. Basic questions. A compliment, and his reaching for your earring–the 24k dangling drop with a real pearl at the center.

He’d been brief in his conversation and your gut dropped when you remembered the man leaning close to speak in your ear and whispering his compliment on the accessory. It wasn’t a long conversation and enough people had been around, you hadn’t realized Namjoon was still aware enough to see.

But he had. His sneering smile slowly opened the door to whatever lurked underneath his composure as he waited.

Two of his fingers walked right down the center of your chest, stopping at the top of your dress, where it dipped low between the swells of both breasts, then curved into a hook shape.

“I didn’t..” Your lips shook. It was a bleating plea. No room to feel pathetic or weak. You meant it so much right now.

The plea in your eyes hit whatever wall was up in his mind. Namjoon smirked a little, heat rolling from his flaring nostrils with the sound.

Your body jerked forward as he pulled away, dragging you with him. You barely kept up, stumbling along, heels dangerously unsteady as you both moved towards the hallway. It never seemed so long, passing doors as you plodded along, going from marble to tile to carpet, paving the way to the last door at the very end.

Namjoon only let go to reach forward and open the door. He pushed a little with one palm, then stepped aside and jerked his chin towards the inner chamber.

You moved over the threshold. Just like he’d done with the front door, Namjoon shut the bedroom door. Even so, closed off from the rest of the place, this room was massive and always felt that way. Day or night, it didn’t matter. This space was just as big as everywhere else here.

Namjoon wasn’t about to live small. He demanded room and made his own, no apologies.

You turned around, seeing his form striding for the closet. Without looking at you, Namjoon was at work, stripping his shirt off. It fell to the floor as a crumpled heap. His hands went to his belt as he stood in the open closet doorway.

It was like he’d felt your hands rising to the back of your dress, arms twisting and fumbling to find your dress zipper. His words were ice, cutting across the darker space.

“Don’t you dare. Face the bed. Bend over, palms flat.”

Your eyes opened wider but you turned away and did as told. You hear the sounds of hangers moving along the rails in the closet. He disappeared then, the sound of material rustling coming from around the door that blocked your sight.

Forever seemed to pass as you stared at the headboard further up, so many pillows arranged neatly. Almost nearly perfect. Namjoon was no slouch in housekeeping efforts either. His cleaners knew their standard and never slipped an inch.

A hard squeeze on one ass cheek, through the material of your dress made your thighs tense. You went up on toes and your ankles threatened to quit entirely. Fingers curled into the perfectly smooth bed sheets. Your nails dug deep into the cool surface, sending an ache through the first knuckles on every finger.

Your lips retreated from your teeth as you sucked air through. “Joon..” You whined. Heat rushed through your folds, daggering right up into your center. You felt the rush of pressure and warmth building just behind your seal.

Namjoon’s laugh behind you was long and faded. His single slap was hard. A little bit more pain than pleasure and you took it, eyes rolling a little. You quickly focused on a single pillow at the center of the collection directly ahead.

“Love it when you say my name.” His fingers pinched. Groped a solid handful of your cheek and kneaded. He let go and the ache stayed there for a few seconds. “..You remember his name too?”

“No.” You spat out. Even if you did you wouldn’t have said it for all the money in the world. You wanted to forget you’d even met this guy, whomever he was, that Namjoon suddenly couldn’t think about anything but that stranger.

“No?” Another snicker and Namjoon’s fingers traced the hem of your dress and tugged it up over your ass. He bunched the material around your lower back. You wanted to feel shame but the fire didn’t stay at your face, it ran right down to your pussy.

“Please.” You began. A low moan came out when Namjoon ran the back of a knuckle across the crotch of your panties.

“So hot, kitten. Is that me..or him?”

“Namjoon..” You whined now, thighs openly shaking. Your knees bent briefly and you struggled, straightening them again. Your ass jerked and Namjoon kissed the small of your back.

“Don’t you hear me? I’m talking to you. You weren’t noticing me when he was next to you.”

You had so many things you wanted to say–every word bottlenecking at the back of your lips. You worked, chewing invisible sounds but nothing made it out. It was peak frustration borne of the pinnacle of arousal.

And it was going to burn you alive. Namjoon was quite clearly happy to see you spinning so far out of control while he was slowly gathering the reins.

His monologuing continued as he followed both sides of the cotton center panel with a pointer finger, debating which side to move first. As if it was a when, not an if. Time warped, extending into the unknowable future as you waited. Suffered. Found it harder to focus on anything but survival.

The sheets under your palms warmed and sank a little deeper when your weight listed forward. A knee rutted the inside of your right thigh, hinting. ‘Spread’ wasn’t said in a word, just in that action.

“Seeing him close to you made me realize something. I’m a jealous man. I want what’s mine. What’s mine…is MINE. I don’t share. Why should I have to? Is that impractical, Y/n?”

You couldn’t speak still, lips twisting. Your eyes rushed with wet heat. Shock was filling you to the top–you’d never been so emotional over desire in your life until now. Whatever was happening, you needed Namjoon to make it all disappear. To imagine he was somehow misunderstanding a casual conversation this much…

But you’d never plunged this far into the depths of a dark enjoyment: having someone so into you they were being unreasonable by more and more measure. You, a woman so desired that a man this powerful would be so swept up to lose some semblance of control.

He could have it ALL–every inch of you. Whatever he’d ask in trade, let him take it all. Crush it in his big, strong fist. And let him put that same hand around your neck. Squeeze until you can't think or feel. Until the resistance that might be there flowed out, like the last breaths and the high that promised to rush through you at that perfect moment…

You came back to reality with Namjoon tracing something warm and blunt along your sex. It was heavy, the thump when he slapped it against you. That impact made you jump.

Your ankle rolled and you whimpered, kicking that heel off. The other went too, shooting across the carpet and ending up somewhere in the dark, chased by Namjoon’s giggle.

“I know…it’s so much, isn’t it? But…I’m not being totally crazy, am I?” He pushed against you, his belly brushing over your ass and the pressure over you increasing as the blunt shape nosed hard into your folds. You realize: it was the tip of his cock and it was fat.

Your senses dulled and the world grayed as you nearly fainted in need. “N..no. You…want…it..” It was hard to even hear your own voice, tinny and breathless in the dim space ahead. No need to finish your thought. He did it for you.

“---I do want it. I want YOU. You’re mine…aren’t you?” A hand clapped over your other hip and he pulled you into his rolling hips. His cock brushed against the inside of your thigh, silky hot. Burning to the touch.

Your arms trembled and you let your face touch the sheets with a pained moan. Namjoon wound his free hand through your hair and pulled you right back up.

“Stay there. Listen to me when I’m talking to you. Couldn’t hear me there.. You hear me now, don’t you?” Cool air washed over your pussy as the panties slid to the side and took your seal with it, breaking you open.

The head of his cock bulldozed through your flesh, spreading the slick. He used a single, spiraling stroke to coat himself and leaned back enough to seat his tip right inside of you, then leaned forward, pulling your head back to bring you into his stroke.

It was white sparks showering through your closed eyes as he filled you up. Your walls bloomed in tightness as they filled. Stretched. Expanded to take in every inch of this thick cock pushing into you until his belly met your ass.

When he was hilted, Namjoon tugged your hair again, firmer. Growled and let his head roll back. Pulled back just enough, then snapped his hips. Still speaking, he set a pace–a stroke every second. Not wasting time or waiting around like he’d done hours ago.

In the elevator.

The car.

In line to get into this dinner.

In line to get a drink, with you against his side, demurely, fingers wound through his own and greedily choking on his cologne.

Wetness oozed from deep inside, cresting the outer edge of your pussy lips as he drove in harder. Began to really heave with each forward thrust.

“This..I bet he was thinking about this.. But it isn’t his. He couldn’t see or touch this–could he Y/n? You wouldn’t bend over his bed like this. You wouldn’t spread wide open and take every inch for him, would you?”

Even if he demanded you play along and answer, your body rocked and jerked so hard as he fucked you that the words would have been jostling too. Lost bouncing up your throat if they even made it to your lips.

The grip on your hip tightened and nails scraped your skin there, leaving stinging that melted into nothing as seconds passed, overlapped by the slapping sound of your skin meeting his. The bed began to tremble when Namjoon went harder.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, ass raising up and head dropping,letting your face crush against the fresh cold of the sheet's surface. Your makeup made a rainbow of colors, the color of your lipstick leaving streaks below that you only glimpsed before your eyes shut again as a clamp seized your insides. Chills rushed through you, pushing out a warning moan–he was getting you close.

You were going to cum. And it was going to be hard.

Whether or not he was actually aware, Namjoon continued to pound away at you, snarling–muttering something you couldn’t hear. Squeezing your skin so hard vessels burst underneath. He slapped and pinched, the sting biting through the ecstasy.

“J..Jooonieee.” You keened, head heavy and turning, giving you a chance to turn your profile to one side and suck in a much needed lungful of air. You could taste his scent. Taste that cologne. Namjoon made some belly deep sound behind you.

His weight fell into you as he pushed your body onto the bed, forcing you into a prone position. Now his thrusting went from forward and back to almost straight up and down. Dunking into you, sinking down hard and rising up. Like a piston into the ground, pulling up oil. Pumping for the desired fluid, relentlessly steady.

It was no use. Namjoon stabbed his cock deep and stayed there with a boom of pleasure.

The clench came again and your body vibrated. Your hands clenched at sheets, tugging them towards you in desperation. Trying to pull away a little and find some moment of relief. To think a little.

Most fruitlessly of all: to save yourself against the rushing inevitability on your heels.

“Fuck baby..You feel so good…” Barked at you this time, loud like he didn’t care to remember where he was. And if he did? He gave no fucks because it was all about what he wanted and how close it was to being in his grasp.

He felt you within his reach, like his hand rising from your hip to your throat to grip tight, and his weight along your back as he barely planked.

You weren’t escaping.

You were trapped and you were exactly where you belonged.

“C..close. Ple…please..Don’t..”

“What is it?” Namjoon’s tone dripped in evil. In such an offensive pretend innocence, the way he nudged at your few remaining senses.

You barely blinked, just at the edge. Ekeing out a the few words you could to warn. To beg, one last time.

“--He can’t be me. He can’t stop me. NO one takes what’s mine. THIS is mine..” The pumping started, hard and furious as Namjoon lips found your ear.

Like he wasn’t pounding your insides into nothing but a creamy mess. He fucked into you with angry strokes. Going deep. Into your guts. Almost into your lungs.

Your throat, where his fingers circled and squeezed more. You barely gasped out the last remains of air, eyes rolling so hard it was static graywash as the orgasm hit.

You seized under him as Namjoon pulled back and gave a few more strokes before you squeezed so tight he couldn’t move. He fell against you with a satisfied grunt, feeling you convulse and squeeze. Your pussy rippled, sending spastic ripples down the length of his thick cock.

Namjoon ground into you as he rode out the high, then stirred himself until he shuddered.

“Make me cum..” He breathed, growling again in a long, creaking exhale as he did just that, hips blanching from how hard they pushed into your ass until he was done. Namjoon’s weight fell onto you completely as he took time to recover himself.

Eventually he came away enough and your hair slid free from his fingers, falling across the sweating span of your shoulders. The room air washed across your skin, giving much needed air a chance to cool you off.

You laid there until your eyes opened, then turned your face the other way, barely spotting one of Namjoon’s naked palms digging into the mattress near your head.

He leaned down enough to look into your eyes. The bridge of his nose was glittery. His temples and brow fared the same but Namjoon didn’t seem to notice.

Instead he offered a pleased grin. Both dark browns rose. “Still with me, Y/n? Here..look at me.”

Right now doing that took every ounce of energy you could muster. And that wasn’t much. Your ass clenched with the occasional aftershocks in your pussy. As your hips shifted you felt the dampness under your mound. It was a sizable circle that spread almost wide enough to both hips.

“I..” You licked your lips, then tried again. “...I..came.”

“Did you?” Namjoon winked. How he still had any ability to be upright was sending you right now. It must have looked like you’d been shot, the way you just posed there on the bed, boneless. Feeling weak and wasted.

Dick drunk. The very definition.

Whatever his jealousy had inspired, Namjoon had done well above whatever he needed to do to prove himself to whatever his name was. You could barely remember anyone from hours ago, let alone the man he’d fixated on. Maybe that was how he’d wanted and planned it.

Namjoon stripped your dress off your body and peeled the panties away. Seeing the soaked panel earned another laugh.

“I love the mess you made..” He praised, bunching your panties up and brushing them over his nose and lips. A moment later he tossed them up the bed and your dress followed. Your heels rolled across the carpet, just in view off the bed.

Namjoon’s body melted into the bed next to you and he rolled onto his side. You were still fairly helpless as hands found you and turned you over to one side, facing him. As you gazed at Namjoon from lids raised to a pathetic minimum, he watched your face.

And he did it for a long time. Long enough your blinks started to last longer and longer. Fatigue crawled into your mind, pushing out any thoughts and making conversation an impossible and unnecessary thing. By the placid expression you kept coming back to when you could open your eyes, Namjoon didn’t mind. In fact, maybe it was that he expected this result.

When fingers traced your temple and stroked through your hair slowly, it sealed your fate. You yawned and it ended in a fitfully weak moan.

Namjoon caught your hand against his chest and pulled it up to his lips, kissing the curled fingers, then opening them to lay your open palm against his cheek.

“Mine.” He murmured.

You nodded. Or it might have been a dream. But it felt so real. Like his kisses, each one following your nose down. He kissed you deep and slow, taking his time, letting his tongue explore your mouth for a little bit before he pulled back.

Your tongue swabbed the wetness his kiss left behind as he drew you against his front and wrapped an arm over you in an unyielding hug that was a perfect fit. It was only Namjoon’s steadily slowing breathing that you heard. Not even your own registered as you inhaled him again.

Floating in sweet, heady nothingness, you stayed silent. He did the same.

It was the kind of night you dreamed about. The kind of world he’d opened to you: expensive sheets. Massive, spanning beds. Big spaces with glittering, clean furniture, more expensive than you could calculate.

Sitting at the top of the world with a man who might as well own it–well on his way to doing just that. But all he really wanted was you. And if there was truly ever any doubt he could get you, it ended here. Tonight. If jealousy was a motivator for him, he used it as a tool like an expert at the craft.

Let him want and covet. Let him desire and buy it all up. He had you lock and stock.

Except when he mumbled in the dark, minutes later.

“There’s no one else, Y/n.”

You couldn’t say it, but you thought it. Distant hope was eternal that he’d hear you, even in your unfocused and fuck drunk state.

There’s no ‘someone else’. It’s just you. Always.

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Natural Connection | KNJ | Ch.5

A Small Town Swoons story

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Plum)

Wordcount: 3.6k

Genre: stragers to lovers, fluff, mild angst; ranger/trainer!Namjoon, Chef!reader

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: Plum wakes up needy, too bad Namjoon has already left her room. Their confrontation doesn't go where expected.

Trigger warnings: swearing, semi-public sex. Making out, grinding, dry humping, mutual masturbation, peaches and cream (i guess???). Musings on unprotected sex. Just a pinch of postcoital misunderstandings. Feral, possessive kissing and light biting.

A/N: Holy moly it's been two years???, but I guess it's better late than never, right? 😅💖 I decided to post this only now since I've already written the final 2 chapters. It's been tought, but I've decided it's time to return to this story and finally complete it (even though Ranger!Joon will be oh so dearly missed. I really didn't want to let go of him LOL, esp since it's time to drop this sunshine baby's full back story 😞🥺🥺🥺)

Here is my Masterlist, enjoy!

Navi: Part 1 – Part 2 — Part 3 – Part 4 - Part 5

When you saw Namjoon the next morning, you only remembered waking up to an empty bed.

It wasn't a pleasant feeling and you weren't ready to acknowledge it like a mature, emotionally stable adult.

“Good morning, Plum,” he murmured, standing very close beside you as he waited for his band of jocks to join you.

“Morning,” you replied, a bit grumpy, but hiding it behind the pretense of courtness.

“Did you sleep alright?” he asked, gentle and apprehensive.

“Uh-huh.”

“Not very wordy, mh?” He nodded to himself. “Okay.” And just like that, conversation was over.

You hated having him right beside you and wasting time in silence when all you wanted to do was hear him talk, but apparently you had to make do with what you had.

The guys arrived all together maybe two minutes after he stopped talking to you.

“Okay, let's stop by the equipment office so you can all get your climbing gear.”

Cruelty didn't even begin to cover the ugly feeling coursing through your every limb. It was a sour kind of betrayal, both from your own body and from the person who has so perfectly won you over in nothing but four days of half smiles and hard work and competent guidance.

It felt like your stomach was being played tennis with, slammed from one side to the other.

Namjoon seemed entirely oblivious to the wretched state you were in, especially once he knelt in front of you and tugged at the straps around your thighs, slipping two fingers in between the harness and your skin to make sure there was enough space for your muscles to flex comfortably. “All set?” he asked, but his voice was dark and once his eyes shot up to your face he couldn't hide a flicker of lust lighting up his guts.

This angle, he thought, was just the same as when he'd lifted your leg and placed the back of your knee over his shoulder, his nose diving in the metallic, earthy scent of you.

He was getting hard. He could tell.

But you took a step back. “Yes.” Your reply was glacial, and it seemed as if you couldn't remove your harness fast enough.

“I'll be right back,” you told him over your shoulder as you headed for the closest restroom in the sports hall.

Namjoon just nodded and watched you go.

“What did you do to her?” Jackson asked him, an unwelcome afterthought, like his personal little devil perched on his shoulder.

“I have no idea,” Namjoon replied, sincere and confused.

“Did you tell her something rude? With your typical lone wolf harshness?” Jaebeom pitched in.

“Who made her mad?” Asked Wooyoung, staring at your figure as you dashed across the hall.

“Namjoon,” said Jackson, not even bothering with stating that maybe you weren't mad at all, and that Namjoon had done absolutely nothing to upset you.

Yet, it was his interaction with you that had made you dash. Or so he thought.

“Go check on the girl, you fool! Didn't mother teach you anything?”

All the guys turned in Bangchan's direction and he seemed to quote, “Broke your heart I'll put it back together, I would wait forever and ever, and that's how it works, that's how you get the girl.”

Jackson and Jaebeom just stared at him, as if they couldn't recognise their friend at all.

“She literally said what every girl wants and we still act like girls are a mystery. Just listen to them, for goodness’ sake.”

Namjoon nodded for a couple seconds, then started in the direction you went.

He entered the corridor to the restroom, and hesitated by the shared washing room that gave access both to the men's toilets and the women's ones. He walked through the women's door. Three other doors in front of him.

He really, wholeheartedly hoped there weren't other women around.

“Plum, are you okay?”

Silence followed.

“I know you're here, Plum. I just need to know you're alright. I don't know what I said or did to upset you, but—”

A door opened and for a second he thought he would die of mortification, then he registered your face.

Relief, at first.

Then something else.

Your cheeks were aflame, and your chest too seemed to be on fire.

Your lips were as red as he'd ever seen them, and it wasn't makeup because he hadn't noticed any bright colour on your face earlier.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded, still speechless.

“You don't seem okay. What is it? Did I—?”

“I am fine, Namjoon. Don't worry. I'm alright. Perfectly okay.”

“But you—”

“Wonderfully fantastic, Namjoon.” Your tone was clipped

You made your way to the door when he stepped in front of it. “Are you?”

You rolled your eyes. “I just told you so!”

He pinched a lock of your hair in between his thumb and forefinger, straightened it, then released it. “You were grumpy this morning.”

“Just stressed about climbing.”

“Nothing to do with me, so?”

You rolled your eyes. Why would he be so perceptive? “Absolutely not.”

“Am I frustrating you?” he asked, and stepped closer.

“Yes, immensely, with all your questions and— The guys will be suspicious. Do they know you—”

“That I came after you? Yes, they saw you dash and suggested I check in on you, which I wanted to do myself, but I wasn't sure it was a good idea, and their validation sort of helped. I know you're mad at me, I don't know why, though!”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You don't know why?!”

You tried to sidestep him, but he was like a wall in front of you. “I don't.”

“I woke up! Alone! I was…!” You gesticulated as if to complete your accusation, but the words wouldn't come out.

“I see,” Namjoon replied, and he immediately noticed it was patronising, which made you seethe at him, pointing a finger against his chest.

“Do not use that tone with me, mister. You could at least have left a note.”

He looked at you like you were nothing but a tiny little mouse he was about to thwart with his big bearish paws. “I'm sorry, Plum. You're right, I should have left a note.”

It was true, he'd dashed earlier that morning, but it was only because a deer had been found not far from the main road, his hind legs severely damaged, and he'd been called to help the local wildlife ranger to pick the animal up for rescue. “It was an emergency and I dashed out and—”

“I woke up and you were gone.” Your eyes were wide, perfectly showing the disbelief you'd felt. “I woke up—” you said, and the pause that followed was like you were looking for words and only the wrong ones were coming up. “I woke up,” you repeated, “wanting you,” you added, cheeks aflame again, eyes aimed at him like guns, like saying ‘you know what I mean’, “And you weren't there,” you concluded.

He stared at you for one or two blinks. “Wanting me?” He asked, and you shoved him back with both your hands, even more fed up.

He, however, caught your wrists and brought them down to your sides, jutting his chin forward in a cocky expression. “You wanted me.”

Your cheeks were boiling and your eyes couldn't bear his face any longer, so you turned them down, to the floor. “Yes.”

“Plum,” he called, his hands trailing up your forearms, all the way to your shoulders.

You shivered, but he proceeded still, headed for the sides of your neck, then your cheeks.

“You want me still, sweets?” His thumbs forced your face up, but your eyes were glued to the floor. “Come on, Plum. Look at me, darling.”

Reluctantly, you did.

“Oh, sweets,” he spoke, ever so gently, so tender. “I was called on an emergency by the rangers of the local park. We were rescuing a deer.”

Your pout was still glued to your face, and you weren't sure why. You're used to commandeering around ten men at a time, but this one, this specific man is not a force you can reckon with.

“I wanted to stay, Plum. I truly did.” He kissed your temple when your initial frustration seemed to subside. “Let me make it up to you, sweets.”

He touched the curve of your neck with his forefinger. “Was it when I asked about your day this morning?” He asked, his finger roaming across your collarbones. “When I asked how you slept?” His finger aimed even lower, just a few millimetres beneath the neckline of your top. He lowered his mouth to your ear, and when he spoke “Or was the sight of me kneeling in front of you, like when you came all over my mouth?”

Your insides clenched like you hadn't just given them the sort of satisfaction they were looking for.

“How can I make it up to you?” He asked, as if he needed to be in your good graces. “Anything you want, sweets.” While one hand drew the line of your side, coming to rest on your waist, the other rested on your jaw, the pad of his thumb tracing your lower lip, and his brow knit as if he were in physical pain from the longing. And goodness, if he knew how to pine…

You let your lips disclose for him and he inhaled sharply as the warmth of your exhale slithered past his fingertip.

His right hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded.

“Do you want me to?”

You nodded again, and he smiled, so softly it killed you.

“Use your words, Plum.”

Your heartbeat skipped, your temper now entirely dissolved into warm honey. “Please, kiss me.”

He nodded, his smile so blindingly happy. And he lowered himself to you.

His lips were soft against your own, so delicate and tentative. No tongue, just tiny pecks.

He seemed ready to let go of you, but you had other thoughts in mind. He was already rising, and all you could do was grip the nape of his hair, and keep him still, kissing the line of his jaw now that his mouth was out of reach.

He pulled back, fighting you a little as you kept delivering open mouthed kisses to his throat, by now reaching his collarbone.

He tipped his head back to make eye contact with you and you stopped.

“You wannit?” He said, the words coming out like a dark purr, smooth and vaguely threatening.

You nodded, exasperated, then remembered his correction from before and whispered, “Will you fuck me, please?”

His grin was devilish and helpless at the same time. He shook his head and tried to angle himself away from you, running his hands through his hair.

He had only as much restraint as a well-disciplined, civilised, mannered man, no more no less.

Even a saint would break for you.

You thought he was about to head for the door and leave when he stood before it, locked it shut and turned back to you, with two great strides before slamming his mouth to yours and grabbing your ass, picking you up like you were nothing compared to what he usually lifts in the gym.

You found yourself with your back to the wall and him pressed up against your front, squeezing you in a way that could have been suffocating, except you loved the way he was so explicit in wanting you, and how easy you could read the restraint he was imposing on himself.

You ground against his navel and he lowered you just a little, so that your core was square against his pelvis.

“Woke up late,” you told him in between kisses and gasps. “I stretched over to your side—“

He tried to focus on your words but all he could do was stare at your mouth and register the bits he needed.

“I wanted you,” you said, and it came out like a cry.

“I know,” he said, soft, understanding, soothing.

“You weren’t there, and I was late, and I couldn’t—” You gasped as he dove for your throat, biting gently, making you arch into him, against him, your bodies flush against each other. “I was so mad. So frustrated.”

“Let it all out, sweets,” he said, reliable, steady, strong. “Lay it all on me.”

“I didn’t even have time to pull myself together ‘cause I was late,” you whine, and it came out so weak, so silly.

“I can fix that for you, if you want me to. Just say the words.” He didn’t even need anything done to himself, he just wanted to please you. So many years of well-spent solitude and self-control had taught him everything about patience, everything about himself. It was not his own pleasure he’d learnt to desire, but the pleasure he could give to someone else.

“Want you inside,” you mumbled, chasing his mouth, needing his lips sucking your own, tongues tangled together. Feeling him through his shorts, through your own shorts too was torture when he could be skin to skin against you, inside you, even.

“We’d need to stretch you first, it’s gonna take a bit, baby,” he reminded you, worried.

You bit your lip and looked away. “What if I’d already handled that?”

His eyes went wide, then he bit your chin fondly with a curious enthusiasm. “Just cause I looked at you while kneeling?”

You felt your cheeks flush with fire. “You were— It was like when, the other day you—”

“Hold tight,” he said, then freed an arm by using his forearm to hold you up from beneath both your thighs. With his spare hand, he shoved his shorts down before stopping. “Condom. Damn!”

You squeezed your eyes shut, then let your forehead fall to his shoulder. “Please…”

“Plum, I—”

You weren’t on birth control, and you couldn’t risk going bare. You possibly never could. Not with your period being the most irregular thing ever, and knowing that you could be ovulating any day now.

He helped you slide down his body. “You don’t happen to—”

“Left them in my bedside drawer.”

He let his forehead fall against the wall.

“I cannot go bare—” you offered weakly.

He kissed your temple. “I wouldn’t ask you that. Not even if we were both one hundred percent sure.”

You bit your lip again, thinking, a frown forming on your forehead. And then—

You took his hand in yours, dragged him to the washbasin, with its mirror right in front of you, and as you stood against the counter, his body pressed up behind you, you lowered your shorts, exposing your naked behind to him.

“Plum, I don't think this is a good idea,” he said, biting his tongue.

“You can just grind and I'll—” You brought your hand to your labia and traced a circle against your core that almost made you shiver.

“This could get messy,” he said.

You turned to look at him from over your shoulder and with a flirty smile you added, “I don’t remember it being a problem last time.”

He shook his head and grinned, wolfish and sexy.

You couldn’t quite align the sight of him now with the person he had been out in public about thirty minutes ago; and it got worse when he grabbed the left side of your face with his right hand and brought his mouth to your cheek, biting it gently, his lips giving it a slight suction, as if he were half between nibbling and kissing.

Your head was playing some hard rock soundtrack while it all happened, and it was feral, and you were almost disconnected from yourself but it was heavenly.

It was all heavenly until they knocked at the door.

You stared at each other in the mirror and he cursed under his breath.

“Keep going,” you whispered. “Let them eat cake.”

It took maybe a millisecond to win him over, and it got even rougher, his hand was at your neck, grabbing at the base of your jaw, and he gave a little jerk as your eyes rolled shut. He called for your attention and as soon as you mustered the strength to open your eyes, he brought his other hand to the hill of your pelvis, his hand dwarfing you as he cupped you. “Eyes on me, Plum.”

And you kept your pupils glued to his as he stuck two of his beautifully long, perfectly thick fingers inside you.

Your jaw went slack and he grinned, your hand reaching behind you to grab his ass, pushing him even closer up against you, clawing at his glute.

This time it was his jaw that was left hanging.

You were moving just right against each other, and the knocking stopped, and the last thing you knew was that he groaned, head thrown back before you felt it, hot and wet against you. His head snapped forward next, teeth sinking at the spot between your neck and shoulder as he tried to muffle a moan.

Similarly, you pressed the ball of your hand to your lips as your left one assisted his own between your legs, his fingers inside you while your digits worked on the outside.

He murmured sweet nothings in your ear as he focused on you, kissing, sucking, nibbling at the sensitive skin near your neck and jaw and collarbone. “Come on, Plum,” he whispered. “Come on my fingers, sweet thing. I promise I’ll be so good to you.” His mouth was everywhere on you, and his hand — the one not inside you — was so sweet on your face and your hair.

“I’ll give you anything tonight, I swear, Plum. Anything you want, you’ll have it. It’s all yours,” he said, back to his chivalrous, servicing self. “You’re so beautiful, so precious, so lovely.” His nose was deep in your hair, inhaling you, the osmanthus and elderflower of your shampoo. “I never thought I would find something like you. You’re unbelievable.”

And there was so much pining, so much longing in his dark and shimmering eyes, that when you looked at him again, you crumbled, your legs giving out, and you were lucky his arms had you locked in his embrace: his left one holding your torso and head upright while his hand cradled your face; his right arm instead ran across your waist and navel, his fingers still deep inside you, and it was only thanks to his forearm that you didn’t melt to the floor. His hips were pinning you to the hard edge of the counter, and you knew it would feel tender later, maybe bruise even, but in the haze of your ecstasy you almost found it sexy.

“There you go, Plum,” he cooed at you, his smile all gentle and apprehensive. “That’s my good girl.”

Your head fell back on his shoulder and he kissed you on your lips, a polite little peck that made your stomach flutter.

He was strong, he was dependable and steady, responsible, and it came so easy to you to give up control and just let him take over.

You’d always been neurotic — is that the right word? — about sex. About letting yourself be vulnerable and weak and passive, but with him you just let yourself float to his current, and that was probably one of the best choices you’d ever made.

Your eyes opened and when you finally put him on focus, he gave you this dreamy little smile, and just then you realised how rare it is to see his face like that, up close, but also so serene. So… happy?

“Hello?” you said and he shook his head slowly, as if amused.

“Hello,” he answered.

And you both giggled. “Are we in trouble?” You asked.

“Not sure. But I’m sure you’re nothing but trouble to me.” He gave you a squeeze as you were still in his arms and you were about to frown, not sure how to interpret his sentence. “Despicable, unresistable trouble.” His hand was still inside you and you clenched a little, ready to take more. He inhaled sharply. “Sweet, lovely trouble.” His thumb skimmed your hipbone fondly.

You breathed out slowly, trying to steady yourself. “I guess we should go before we get into any more trouble than this.”

He froze for a second, then nodded and let go of you. “Sure. I’ll just clean you up.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I’ll take care of that.”

“I don’t mind,” he said, but he was staring at the floor, and he was covering himself, and you could tell you’d made a mistake somewhere.

“You sure you don’t mind?” you ask, and he stopped and looked at your reflection.

You were dishevelled and half naked, but he stared at your face like that was the only thing that mattered.

“Of course I don’t?” He said, but it came out almost as a question. He grabbed a towel and soaked it under the tap. “I don’t know the etiquette about this kind of situation,” he murmured while rubbing the towel gently against your glutes. “I’d like to think this would be the polite thing to do. Fix the mess I make.”

Is it just a matter of politeness? you asked yourself, eyes averted. “Sure,” you said and smiled, like it’s no big deal.

Navi: Part 1 – Part 2 — Part 3 – Part 4 - Part 5

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ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴇᴀᴍꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴄᴇᴏ!ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ, ꜱᴇᴀᴍꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ!ᴏᴄ,

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴀʟ. ʙᴜᴛ,

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ..

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴏᴜʟ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ʀᴜᴅᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʙᴜʟʟʏɪɴɢ, ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀꜱꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ-ᴘɪᴇ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ!ᴋɪɴᴋ, (ꜰ.ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ), ʜɪɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ɪɴꜰɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ,

ᴇʟɪᴢᴀ'ꜱ ᴊᴏᴛ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴡɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱᴋ. ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙɪɢ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴄᴇᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ. ᴛʜᴇɴ, ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏꜱꜱ!ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ꜰɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ..?

ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

Main Masterlist

Songs:

High For This

Daddy Issues

“Almost got it…” Your hands steadily attach the sticky panel meticulously to the piece of work you’d been working on the whole day. “Please please please..” You silently pray to any God who could hear the trembling in your voice, delicately pressing the panel to the bust of your masterpiece.

“And..g-”

“OMG!!!” The loud pitched squeal knocks your hand from its place, completely destroying the glue that was holding the panel to fabric. You groan, sending a death stare Sandy’s way.

“Sandra!!” Yelling, she looks back your way, mouthing a small ‘oops’ before returning to her phone. You make a b-line to where she’s leaned up against the counter, her many projects still having yet to be touched. “This puppy’s so cute!!” You snatch her phone, turning the small device off before sliding it into your jeans pocket. “HEY! Give that back, Y/n!”

“No!” You start pacing your way over to your corner of the store, continuing the project that’s due in less than 2 days. Now because of Sandra, you’ll have to practically beg the production studio to not cut your pay for tardiness.

“I said give it back!” She keeps yelling, but you ignore her whines. She scoffs, going over to sit at her work table. A mumbled word you could only assume was profanity, spoken grumpily under her breath. You happened to catch the vulgar slang, sighing at her childness.

“Bitch..”

~ ~ ~ ~~ ~

“Finally..” It took you almost 5 more hours, but the mold had finally attached to the fabric. You sigh in relief, checking the clock to make sure you’d have enough time for the rhinestones. You grab extra glue, carefully placing the jewels on with tweezers.

Ding

“Sandra” You call softly, too distracted by this tedious task.

ding

“Sandra, go help them” You repeat, eyes focused on how the expensive gems shimmer from the warm afternoon light that seeps into your workspace.

ding

“Ugh!” You frustratingly place the tweezers down, walking up to the counter to help the customer. He sports a raggedy gray tee, multiple holes punctured through the thin fabric. The man, slouched and dazed by something. The holes match his bottoms, ragged and dirty. Nevertheless, he’s still a human being.

“Hi, how can I help you?” His gaze runs over all of the costumes and pieces that decorate the store.

“A suit please.” His voice gruffed and harsh. Long stubble covers most of his lips.

You nod, calling Sandra in here -because it was her forte-

“God, you’re so annoying sometimes y/n! What do you-” She unplugs her earbuds, face contorting to disgust at the man.

“Ew..” She mumbles under her breath, switching her eyes to fixate on your own.

You embarrassingly clear your throat, silently letting her know that you’d have a very important conversation after this.

“W-what she means is ew…she has to go clean the bathrooms now-” The man doesn’t look convinced, but doesn’t say anything.

“WHAT?!” You crane your neck her way, giving a death glare. Surprisingly, she cowers down.

‘Y-yeah…Bye.” She walks back behind the sheer curtains that blocked off the customer section from employees only.

There had been silence for a second, before he had cleared his throat. “Maybe I should come back another day..” He starts to make his way to the exit.

‘No, sir! I’m so sorry for her behavior.” You follow, trying to stop the man. You’d felt really bad after the introductions, you had to make it up to him somehow.

“It’s okay young lady..I’ll just come back later. I need to clean up apparently..” His voice sounds very saddened.

‘Please sir, she didn’t mean it. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, I promise. I feel terrible for her behavior. I’ll make sure to properly set her straight later..” That last part you had mumbled, hoping to keep it to yourself. He’d heard. He meets your eyes, your hand unconsciously wrapped around his forearm. He felt built..

He thinks for a second, and nods. “No, she’s right. I probably do smell..” He sadly chuckles, keeping the gaze you have between you two.

“Please… Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” He stops. A nervous energy settles into the store. Wrapping around you the most, like a possible poisonous snake.

After a few seconds, he shakes his head, continuing to walk out.

You felt terrible. How could Sandra not even treat this man with at least a little respect!??! You’re pissed now. Not only had she lost a customer, disrespected him, she just dragged the whole store’s reputation. She practically treated him like a pile of dirt.

By this time, you’re furious.

You make your way to the back of the store, seeing Sandra scrolling Tik Tok using your computer. What. The. Fuck. No, you’ve had it. You stand in front of the desk, slamming the device shut. “Hey! What gives!?”

“What gives!? Your behavior, Sandra!” She stands, pushing her chair out from up under her. The piece of metal making a huge screeching sound across the concrete floors.

“It was unacceptable! First, I tell you to start on the plastic ties for Miss Calthy’s dress form, you ignore me. Second, you just disrespected a customer, no, A HUMAN BEING just because you can’t learn how to SHUT IT.”

She looks shocked from your sudden burst of emotions.

“I don’t care if you came from fucking LOUIS VITTON. That’s NOT how you treat someone! Especially the elderly!” Your words pushed her into a corner, tears starting to well in her eyes. You stop, finally taking on a calmer disposition.

‘Look, I can’t fire you. But, if you don’t clean up your act and start actually working, I’m going to file a listless complaint to Mr.Kim.” Her eyes go cartoon-wide at your words. She falls to the ground, begging on her knees.

“N-no! Please Y/n, I-I promise I’ll be better! Please don’t tell him!” She weakly crawls over to the broom and dust pan, making quick of her poor job of sweeping. “L-look I-I’m cleaning like you said!” Tears still swelling in her ducts. You fold your arms across your chest, sighing.

This was pitiful.

The weaker side of you gets the best “Fine. But you’d better keep your word” She nods uncontrollably, smiling while still crying. “Thank You! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She hugs you tightly.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Interesting..” He pulls away from the tall brick wall, peeling himself from the gum filled plank. He slides his phone back into his eaten-away pocket, a small smile presses his lips.

“She’ll do wonderfully.”

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Ding

The first time Baek-hyun had introduced you and Sandra both, she had this puppy-like innocence to herself. Well she did hold up to her puppy side. Leaving messes everywhere she went, cups, food, and even snotty tissues across your workspace. A customer had to even come to you, complaining on how she would try taking selfies with the ‘hot’ men who were about to get married. As the manager, you actually had called your company’s label, asking for a listless complaint sheet. They told you to wait a few days. It’s been almost a year. You’d given up, submitting to the fact that she was now in your everyday life, and that you’ll just have to deal with it.

The ding of the front door alerted another presence once more. “Sandra, get it, I’m bu-”

“On it!” She rushed past your focused self, rushing to get the door for the person. Well, she definitely has changed for the better. Let’s hope it stays like this.

“Welcome to Kim’s secret wor-” You heard her stop the introduction. You sigh.

It might be another ‘not 10’ according to Sandra. you thought.

“Sandra what’d I tell you about being ni-” You stop. A man dressed in a Chanel dress suit, gold cuffs accentuating the slim wrists he possessed. His waist, cinched perfectly to hug his built figure. He looked.. Wo-

“Ah, there she is.” He makes his way over to your stunned self, meeting to look in your eyes. Sandra had been just as stunned. “Miss..” He glances at your nametag.

“Miss Y/n.” He gets a taste of your name on his tongue, liking the feeling of it.

“Can I help you sir?” You ask, trying to maintain your professional demeanor.

“Actually, I can help you. Can we…” He glances back at Sandra, who’s been making googly eyes at him for the past ten minutes.

“Talk somewhere private, please?” You didn’t know who this man was. A sales rep? No, he would’ve gone through Mr. Kim. Landlord? No, they would’ve contacted headquarters for that. Loan sharks?!?!

Your mind races with possibilities, which haven't been the best outcomes.

“Miss Y/n?” He calls again, finally pulling you out of your own head.

“Y-yes..Uh. In the back, here.” He nods, following your movements while holding a hand up to Sandra, silently demanding that she does not follow you two.

“Lucky bitch…” She mumbles, while going to grab the broom.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You immediately start apologizing, What had you been sorry for though?

“I’m so sorry sir I-” She starts chuckling at your speed.

‘Sorry? What are you sorry for?” You pause, not really knowing. He smiles, pulling a chair out from up under the metal table that you usually take lunch at, motioning for you to sit. You oblige.

He takes a seat, starting off. “About the other day-”

Oh God. The man went to HQ about us!! He’s probably gunna fire me for having an insufficient employee. I knew Sandra would make us go-

“What? No, no. I’m not here to fire you, Y/n.” His words stop your spiraling train of thought. If he’s not here to fire me… then what happened the other day..?

“I’m here to propose a job to you. A task, really.” You nod, your heart starting to slow down. His voice was very soothing and calm. His blonde hair making the whole black-on-black choice, insufferable. He looked good enough to eat.

What?! Stop it, Y/n! You just met him! He might even just want money!!

“So, what do you think?”

“Wa-..huh? I-I’m sorry..” He chuckles, continuing the proposal.

“I would like you to be my wife.”

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“Your..what??” You stand up, not believing what he'd just proposed.

AH! Not proposed, y/n!!

“Not a wife, but a partner. See-” He gently tells you to sit back down, motioning for you to calm down. Once he sees that you’re a little more calm, he starts again.

“You see, our company needs a female representative for the face of ‘allure’. With me being a man, people would assume I’m gay.” He chuckles at the ridiculous thought.

“But my assistant said the best rep would be someone people could trust. And from what I saw yesterday..”

He leans forward, you finally being able to process the woodsy-vanilla scent cologne he modeled.

“I saw your beauty from both sides.” His chocolate eyes meet yours, soft spoken and tranquility is the only thing you feel and hear.

“You wanted to see my face from both sides..?” He laughs at your ridiculous answer.

“Well, I can obviously see that as of now, but what I meant is that I saw your beauty on both the outside, when we first met, and inside, when you had been so kind to me. Wanting to do anything to make it up to me.” Your brows furrow. Then, it hits you.

“You..you were the old man..?” He leans back, hand on his chest, playfully acting offended.

“Did I really look that old?” You shake your head furiously, mentally hitting yourself for insulting the head of your company. “No! No! That’s not what I meant- I’m so sorry-” He laughs, fixing his posture once more.

“Relax, Y/n. I was only joking. Well, I had only not shaved for a couple days..” his words trail off.

“That’s not the point. The point is; You’re obviously a beautiful and kind woman, and I'd like to represent my company.”

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After the whole shock session that had happened only a few hours before, you had politely walked him to the front door. Before you could kindly kick him out -of his own fucking store, idiot- he had smiled, meeting your eyes.

“I’ll be in touch.”

Pssh. He’ll be in touch. Yeah right. He’ll probably go to the office tomorrow and see a woman ten times prettier than you could ever be. He’ll forget about you in just a few hours.

That’s what they all do.

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The office couldn’t look any more luxurious. Monochromatic colors filled the room, along with golden massage chairs for the higher ups, with a …holy shit.

This office had a mother fucking swimming pool.

Psh. Rich people, you thought.

Your hands are now shaking even more from the Mcdonald’s one dollar coffee you had sparingly picked up on the way here. Now you’re wishing you would’ve taken that girl’s offer for their coffee. You could probably sell it online or something, Make a few good bu-

“Miss y/n, welcome.” A familiar voice stops your thoughts, now examining his newly pressed suit. It looked like heaven. The hems are perfectly aligned with each other. The suede black textiles hug his frame like a woman putting on her favorite body-con dress. Each stitch obviously being hand-sewn with tiny embroidered details letting every onlooker know that this was their work of art.

That suit was a seamstress’s dream.

You lift from the couch, eagerly holding your hand out for a handshake.

Let’s be honest. It wasn’t a nice gesture from you. You’d actually wanted to feel the stitching on his sleeve. Pathetic you thought.

“Uh, yes. I did.” He flashes a professional smile, starting to stride alongside you.

‘Well then, follow me.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

If the office for employees was crazy, his own was insane.

A bright golden chandelier hangs from the ceiling. Dress forms of all shapes and sizes align the big window that looks out to the other 100 foot high skyscrapers. Purple accents dance along the edges of his desk, mixing along with an L shaped piece attached.

Holy. FUCK.

“Holy fucking shit balls!!” His eyes widen at your sudden foul language usage, until he starts laughing at the reason.

“Is this THE Singer machine that created the most beautiful dresses in the WORLD??!” He chuckles, walking over to meet your fascinated state.

“You’re a follower of Walter Plukett?” You nod, smiling while silently asking if you could touch the beautiful work of art. He nods, allowing permission for you to fan.

“Not just Walter Plukkett, but his whole creation sets for Gone With The Wind movie! Along with The Most Dangerous Game! I LOVED these growing up!” Your hands carefully trance along the worn metal, weary to not impose any damage to the old machine.

“I see. I had picked it up from a random auction one day. Didn’t know it was actually something..”

“It’s more than just something! This machine was caressed by the hands of the greatest designer for the film industry!” He leans down, shrugging, seeming unamused.

‘Looks like any other sewing machine from the 1930s to me.” He walks over to his desk, taking a seat, studying how your face lights up even brighter every time you see a new component to the machine.

“How can you be a billionaire seamstress but not know the history! That’s like making a movie without knowing who invented the first camera! Which by the way was; Louis Le Prince and Johann Zahn” He chuckles, leaning back in his chair to study your moves.

Cute. he thought.

“God, this machine created some of the best dresses for its time.. How can people just throw that history away??” You mumble, still fascinated by the old antique.

He clears his throat, finally pulling your attention away from it.

“Y/n? Can we get started now?” You contemplate. Him, or this beauty.

Wait y/n.. He pays your rent, dumbass. Obviously you’ve gotta-

“Uh…well..”

IDIOT. HE’LL FIRE YOU FOR THIS.

“That’s alright, take your time. You must really like history as well?” You nod, thanking him for the wonderful opportunity. You start talking, not knowing for sure to whom though. Your thoughts are just being too grand to keep inside.

He wasn’t complaining at all. Your voice sounded like an angel to him. The way your black pencil skirt wrapped around your protruding hips has the back of his throat drying up, needing to clear his airway, But, he just can’t help it. Your knowledge beyond anyone else’s in the company has him so intrigued. How long have you been studying Walter’s work? What’s your favorite of his? Are you single-

“Alright, I’m ready.” He pulse from his trance, nodding to the papers placed in front of you.

‘These are the terms and agreements for this… arrangement.” He clears his throat, loosening the tie which had suddenly become very constricting. You glance up through your eyelashes, something that had definitely not gone unnoticed on his end.

‘And… what is this arrangement exactly?” Lifting the glass to his lips, quenching his thirst.

‘This is not the time, Namjoon’ He thinks.

“Just a proposal. Nothing within legality. We won’t actually be married.. not unless you wish to..” That last part he hoped had gone unnoticed by you.

It wasn’t.

‘So, I can still date whomever I want?” He pauses. No, he doesn’t want to see another man hanging all over you! Hold hands, kissing you, sleeping in your bed-

‘Yes.” He dryly gets out, before his jealousy gets the best of him.

“Okay.” You reply, too focused on the documents to make sure there’s no funny business going on.

Once you’re done, you slide the paperwork back over to his side. He grabs then, knocking them on the table once to straighten them all out neatly.

“One question;” He nods, closing the drawer of his desk, giving you all ears.

‘Why me?”

He stops. Smile, lessening a bit. She’s right. Why her? He had many candidates lined up outside his door for weeks..why her?

“Because you’re my ideal type.”

WAIT NO- FUCKING IDIOT

His eyes blow up, shaking his head repeatedly.

“No! I mean you’re the COMPANY’S ideal type! Not Mine! Well I mean you’re very gorgeous- Not that I only look at physical attributes! I admire everything about a woman’s physique- SHIT” You adorable laugh cuts him off. Leaning over, you couldn’t help but laugh at his clumsiness.

“I understand. Thank You for the clarification.” He shyly nods, wanting the whole earth to swallow him whole.

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“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” You pause the clicking of your heels. “For..?”

‘We’ve got a branding session tomorrow at 3. I’ll get my assistant to send you the details.” You nod, waving him bye as you make your way out.

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“Great! Looks amazing, Mrs. Kim! Yes, now to the left- Perfect!” These black heels had been killing your feet for the last 5 hours of shooting. He said a branding session. Not a photo session. Little prick-

“What do you think, Mr.Kim?” The photographer pans the camera screen to Namjoon, a soft nod is confirmation he needs to continue. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she Pierre?” The photographer smiles, continuing to snap photos of you. “One of the best models I’ve worked with. She’s a natural.” That makes you internally blush, not being able to handle all the candy-rotting sweetness.

Thankfully, the buzzing of Namjoon’s phone stops the session, giving you a break to sit down in a nearby chair.

A few sips of water later, and he clicks his phone off, signaling you that everything’s okay.

“That was Mr. Arnault” Your eyes blow wide.

“You mean Bernard Arnault!? The HEAD of Louis Vuitton??” Namjoon nods, sliding his phone to the inner part of his suit.

“We’re collabing on a piece together this winter, and he asked me personally to showcase it in his next show, but…” His voice treads at the end, softening the more he talks.

“But..?”

Sighing, he takes a seat next to yours. “I’ll be in Paris that time around. We’re trying to reschedule but he’s really persistent.” You couldn’t believe that your ‘husband’ is so desired by so many luxury companies.

‘Well…Why not move the showing to Paris. That way, you can be at the show and the meeting at the same time.” His eyes light up, standing quickly.

“Wonderful idea, y/n! Bernard’s always been a sucker for France anyways. Thank You, love” He kisses your cheek before hurrying off to schedule everything, leaving you with burning cheeks.

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“Phew…glad for that to be over..” You step out of the ridiculously high heels -remembering to praise models and Bella Poarch for doing that for hours, later- turning the knob on your shower. The warm water feels so soothing to your aching muscles.

*ring*

“Ugh..come on..” You step out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around your frame. Pulling the door open, you see a familiar face standing in the doorway. This time, he’s sporting just a gray tee and basketball shorts. Still, none the less attractive.

“Oh.. sorry. Is this a bad time?” He motions to your choice of outfit.

“Shit! Sorry-” you run quickly, letting him in while going to turn the shower off and putting on a quick choice of clothes. Once you’re decent, you join him in your apartment’s living room.

“How’d you find this place?” You question, adding along if he wanted something to drink.

“No thank you, and I had pulled your files from the employees section.” He takes a seat on the couch, observing the room more intensely.

Of course he could find where you lived. He’s your boss.

“Oh..right.” You play with the hem of your oversized tee, not knowing what to do with your boss literally standing right in your living room.

“So.. what are you doing here?” He looks up to meet your gaze, sporting the awkwardness that engulfs you both.

“I’m here to help pack your things.”

“I’m sorry … what?” For the third time that day, you’re shocked. What does he mean, pack your things!?

“Well, since we’re ‘married’ it would only be right to move in together. And-” He looks around your apartment, an unfamiliar look creeps his expression.

“I think my place would be the best option.”

“And you just decided that I wanted to move in with you?” He slumps down, a little hurt by your words.

“Well I.. thought that you’d..” You interrupt him.

“Yeah, you didn’t think. If you haven’t noticed, I quite like my ‘not best option’ of a place. Sure it doesn’t have an indoor swimming pool or jacuzzi, but it’s my home!” Your anger is starting to peek through.

“Y/n, please calm down. I was only suggesting, I would never force you to move in with me. I just thought that since you said your lease is almost up, that’d it be the best option.” His voice is still calm and collective, unlike his clammy, sweaty hands.

“How’d.. How do you know that my lease is almost up?”

He pulls his phone from his pocket, showing you an app on his home screen.

“Because I own the building you work in? I have cameras everywhere- not for perverse things though! It’s just so we don’t have any incidents with employees. You know, because some like to..ahem..” He clears his throat, shifting to support his weight on the other leg.

“Do some certain activities during a shift. It’s just to prevent a lawsuit, that’s all.”

“Then if it’s just cameras, how’d you listen to what I said?” His face turned a light shade of pink from being caught.

“Our..cameras also have an option for audio recordings as well. I just happened to be looking for something, and you popped up on screen instead.”

“Huh.” You mentally laugh. He obviously was lying, but you haven't done anything embarrassing at the store, so you let it slide.

“Give me a few days, okay?” He nods, walking to the front door, making himself leave before he embarasses himself even more.

“See you then?” He asks, turning to walk out.

You flash him a sweet smile. “See you then, boss.”

He chuckles at the given nickname.

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“Ugh” You groan, tossing to your right side, trying to get some much needed sleep. However, your mind had much better ideas.

“Aish! Shut it, stupid thoughts!” You yell out, frustrated at your brain’s sudden liking to activity at night.

How long has it been..?

Too long.

Something in the back of your mind answers your own question. Sighing, you give into the temptations on the promise of actually sleeping tonight. You reach into your nightstand drawer, pulling the small black item from its encased little box discreetly hiding in the back.

You trail your hand down your torso, silently crying to the sudden pressure applied to your aching clit.

Yep. Definitely too long.

You cup your hand on your mouth, trying to silence the small whines and cries your body can’t help but release. Images of hot celebrities fill your mind quickly. Ryan Renyolds, Dwayne Johnson, Chris Hemsworth, until your mind drifts to a certain face. You couldn’t really tell who it was, but you decided to use them to indulge in your sultry acts. Imagining riding their cock so deeply, breasts bouncing up and down, making your force on his body ample in roughness. Deep groans emit from his chest, whines bubble up in the back of your throat. Speaking of throat, you switch the image to him pinning you to your bed, one hand around your neck squeezing it firmly.

“F-fuck..” You moan, legs beginning to shake from the buzzing sensation that’s been applied to your clit. This time, you’re tossing and turning for different reasons.

His sandy blonde hair hangs above your figure, brushing the top of your forehead as he pounds into you at God's-speed. Him telling you how dirty of a little slut you are; or better yet- begging you to let him cum inside of your pretty pussy, creaming your smooth, velvet-like walls. His own hand, replacing yours that’s been mercilessly abusing your poor clitorus for the past what feels like hours. Probably only around two minutes though.

“Oh- God!”

“Yeah, you like that baby? My cock splitting this little pussy open so well? Hmm? You wanna cum? Tell me darling, tell me what you want. Look how dirty my girl is, huh? Being so good for daddy. You gonna cum, sweetheart? Come on, show daddy how well you can cream his cock. Gunna fill you up so well, be my own fucking cream filled donut. Hell, maybe if I’m lucky enough, you’d get big and swollen with my children. Huh, you’d like that baby? You wanna have my babies? I bet you do, dirty whore. Gonna get you nice and pregnant. We’re gunna have such beautiful babies, y/n- fuck.” He finally looks up through sweaty brows. The blur of his face now clearing to reveal-

N-namjoon!??!

“HOLY FUCK!” You scream out, not giving a rat’s ass who’d hear. Your breaths now calming down from such an intense high. The toy now feels like pins and needles against you from every stimulation. Quickly turning the vibrating object off, throwing it somewhere on your bed, you lay flat on your sheets. That had to be one of the best orgasms you’ve had in forever. But-

You just came to your boss’s face.

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“And we’ll be adding a second store right on the corner of 5th and areche.” The dulling sounds of pen against paper, and a man showing graph charts couldn’t be less of a bore. Your legs, swinging from side to side nonchalantly under the table.

“Sounds good, everyone?” They all nod, no one being opposed to Namjoon’s idea. Once the area is all cleared out, Namjoon starts packing up his briefcase, neatly stacking papers on the inside pouch of the case.

“You ready to go, y/n?” He asks, glancing over at your dazed state.

“Uh, what? Oh. Yeah.” You excitedly stand up, packing your things as well.

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“Looks delicious, thank you.” He kindly thanks the waiter, before taking a sip of his wine. “Everything alright, y/n? You look a little off..” You straighten your posture, nodding to confirm his answer. “I’m okay. Just..” You sigh, letting the silverware in both of your hands, rest on the untouched plate.

“Just..?” He presses, leaning forward so it doesn’t feel like you must yell it to get his attention.

‘I just couldn’t sleep last night, that’s all.” He smiles, cutting into his steak.

“That’s because I wasn’t there, darling” He teases, taking a bite of the juicy meat slice.

You chuckle at his stupidity, lifting your glass to take a few sips.

“I’m serious. Like- something wouldn’t let my mind calm down. It felt like I was on a rollercoaster.” He hums, tilting his head to ponder a solution.

‘Why not try some soothing music?” You shake your head.

“I’ve already tried. And bird, ocean, and rainforest sounds. I even took 3 melatonin gummies! Nothing would shut this thing up.”

“Hmm. Maybe it’s stress? Your deadline is coming up soon for your place.”

You shake your head again.

“I don’t think that’s it. Besides, I’m planning on moving in with you.” His face lights up, but not with a happy emotion. More so … mysterious.

He leans in, a hushed voice soon taking over his normally deep and calm one.

“Maybe.. I’m the reason you’re up all night.” He smirks, continuing to eat more of his food. Your face flushes a light pink tint. Well… he’s not all wrong..

He leans back, resuming his normal happy demeanor. “I’m just joking”

“Oh.. hah.” Is all you can reply with. His eyebrows raise in suspicion.

“Y/n.. A-” The phone ringing in his suit pocket cuts his sentence off.

“I’ll be right back” You nod, as he stands to make his way towards a quieter place of the restaurant.

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“Is that all?” You nod, looking around to your now completely bare apartment. You hadn’t decided to bring up your restless nights anymore since a few days ago at the restaurant Of course this is all just business.

“Alright, let’s head out.” You follow suit behind him, stepping into his luxury car.

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“This is your room” The ‘room’ has been bigger than three of your dinky apartments combined.

One wall, just filled to the brim with cabinets and wardrobes. The bathroom connected with the room. A huge porcelain tub sits inside the huge glass encased shower; omg it has a rain shower head!

“I know it’s a little small but my apartment’s pretty messy right now. I’ll be clearing out a room for us to coincide with projects in.” You nod, mouth still on the floor from the level of detail everything was in. A huge golden and glass chandelier hangs about the tub, adjacent to the marble-stone countertops, with gold accents trimmed along the edges. So. Much. White.

“Well..I’ll leave you to it.”

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Once you’d finish unpacking all of your boxes, you glance over to the huge clock that had come from your old apartment.

2am.

Holy shit- When did it get so late?? You’re probably keeping Namjoon up by making all of this ruckus!

You turn off all the lights, tip-toeing to the kitchen to grab a quick bite. An illuminating light comes from up under another door across from the living room. Didn’t Namjoon say that he’s just across the hall?

You silently walk over, cracking the door open a bit to take a peek inside.

There sat Namjoon. White button up shirt -now unbuttoned down by two- paired with the trousers he’d been sporting earlier. Usually style and slicked back hair, now messy and tousled. He had been conversing on the phone with someone in a language you didn’t speak.

“Bien, merci bien pour tout ton soutien, Pierre. Oui. Bonsoir” He tosses his phone to the huge king sized bed which had sat in the middle of the room. It’s like the decor came straight out of a piece of art.

Namjoon goes to sit on the edge of his bed, taking a sip from the circular glass he’d already downed around three times now. He sighs, falling backwards onto the comfy sheets.

“Are you just going to stand there the rest of the night?” He asks nonchalantly, taking your aback.

“I..I’m sorry- I thought you were sleeping..” He chuckles.

“I never sleep, only rest my eyes.” He says, grabbing another glass, motioning you to come sit down.

“So. I’m guessing you’ve finished unpacking?” You nod, thankfully taking the glass from him.

“Thank You..” Silence creeps over like rain upon a flowery meadow.

Has he always looked this tired?

You take a few glances around his room, studying all of the different pieces carefully put together.

“You’ve got really good taste..” You mumble, not expecting him to hear.

“I should. Put me to shame for being a fashion designer and not having good taste” He jokes, sipping from his glass, before setting it down next to yours.

“True.. it was a stupid thing to say. Sorry I’m dumb..” He turns to meet your gaze, bringing his hand to gently lift your eyes to meet his.

“It was not stupid.” Your breaths slowly mix together, a certain type of taste could be relished.

‘And if you ever call yourself stupid again, I won’t hesitate to tie you to this bed and spank sense into you.” He smirks, taking the glass from your hands, placing it on his side of the seat.

Your breath catches in your lungs at his choice of wording. Did he really mean it? He wouldn’t actually do that, would he? You’re just one of his employees.. He doesn’t like it like tha-

“Y/n..” His voice softens, trying to coerce you out of your spiraling state much like the first time you met.

“Y/n, it was just a joke.” He chuckles.

‘You’ve got to learn how to take a joke '' He smiles, laughing at your flustered face.

‘That’s mean..” you mumble. He raises his eyebrows.

‘How?”

“You don’t just tease someone like that. That’s like saying; I’ll suck your dick-” You cut yourself off from embarrassment

Too late.

Your eyes catch his, seeing a new look glinting behind them.

“Well, I never said I wouldn’t follow through with it..” His voice changes to a hushed whisper tone, making the room even more sultry than it had previously been.

“Me neither..” You admit, scooting closer to his side, laying a hand onto his thigh.

You’d never been this brave before. With anyone. But… something about Namjoon had made you want him to submit to you.

Both sets of eyes not daring to break the spell you’d both casted on each other. Lust, growing impatient with every ticking second. His pants tightening against the fabric of his trousers, indicating his arousal even more.

“Y/n.. we should..” You press your lips to his, quieting his attempts to reject the tension. He immediately tenses under your touch, hands leaving a fiery blazing trail wherever your hands could grasp onto. Lips crashing into one another like waves upon a seaside shore. Both, fighting for dominance.

His hand travels up the back of your graphic tee, resting the palm of his hands against the dips of your hips. Ever so slightly squeezing bits and pieces of your skin along the way. Your hips dig impatiently into the fronts of his trousers, His own, meeting you in unison.

“N-namjoon..” You wantonly moan against the flushed flesh of his mouth, his own desire returning the sound.

His hands dip even lower, reaching into the front of your underwear, rubbing gent;e circles against the throbbing bud. The other, coming to clasp around your breast, messaging the soft, plush flesh, tweaking your nipple between his thumb and index. His motions earn louder sounds from your side. His lips trail down your neck, sucking deep marks into the fleshy bit, before sliding your shirt over your frame.

“No bra?” He pants, examining your physique.

You shake your head. “I was about to go to bed..” He chuckles, resuming his motions, this time, lips meeting the protruding bud of your breast, taking it between his teeth.

“O-oh shittt” You throw your head back, an old friendly feeling coming back into your core.

“You like that?” Shit. His voice sounded exactly how you’d imagined that night.

Your hips rock gently against his, increasingly harder by each passing minute. Your entire breast almost soaked from his tongue.

‘F-fuck..Just like that.” His hips grind against your own, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass through your thin sweatpants.

“Off.” His deep voice commands, flipping you onto your back. He makes quick work of the belt tucked loosely around his hips. He lifts your wrists to hug the metal Xs on his headboard.

“Are you okay with this?” You crane your neck upwards, checking out his neat work on your wrists. Now, being belted to his headboard.

“Mhm.” He slaps the outside of your thigh.

‘Imma need words for this, baby” You smirk, teasing the bulge of his trousers with your knee.

‘Yes daddy.”

He smirks, tightening the belt around your wrist.

“Good girl.”

Hooking his fingers around the thin materials, he easily removes both your sweatpants and underwear in one fine swoop. The cold air brushing against your core has your thighs clenching.

“The first time I walked in the store..” He tells, while lowering his face to kiss just above your public bone. Moving lower with each soft kiss to your skin.

“I wanted to taste this pussy for so long, baby” He mumbles, yanking your hips down to meet his eyes.

“To know how you taste.” He slides the tip of his finger past your folds, a slight squelching sound fills the silence.

‘To know how it feels when you’re wrapped around me” You moan, his thumb coming up to toy with your throbbing bud. Soft circles rubbed against the aching muscle.

“God, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already wet. Tell me darling” He grabs hold of your panties, opening your mouth forcefully to shove them inside. The sensation is new, nonetheless even more of a turn on.

``You a virgin baby?” You shake your head.

“Naughty baby” He licks a slow stripe up your core, making you moan against the slightly wet material that had been so forcefully shoved in your mouth.

“How dare you let another man inside this sweet pussy.” His voice is deep, a growl threatening to escape if he doesn’t get satiated soon.

“Looks like I’m going to have to punish you, kitten.”

His tongue immediately dives deep past your folds, the strong muscle making circles along the inside of your slick walls. You throw your head back against the headboard, not caring if you had accidentally hit it. The pleasure was far more overpowering than the paint you’d felt.

His thumb trails up to draw figure eights against your bud, moans slipping from the crack of the cotton material shoved down your throat.

You were so close. Practically being able to taste your release. His thumb, tongue and fingers were more than enough to juice you of all your worth. Your legs wrapped around his head so tightly, you might think you’d accidentally pop his head like a pimple. But, he stays put, using both of his strong arms to push your thighs apart. A string of saliva and your juices hangs from his swollen lips.

“As much as I’d like to die by these thighs right now, you still haven’t received your punishment.” His smirk is dark and hell-iously tempting. This man was the epitome of ‘sin’.

You wanted to do anything. Touch anything just to cum. But alas, your hands were tied. Literally.

“Cum on my tongue baby girl. I know you want to. You can do it, come on” His words of encouragement are all you need to send you over the edge. Like a rollercoaster about to drop down the hugely inclined rails. But-

His smirk is one only the devil portrays well enough. Dark, lustful eyes meet you halfway. You scream out of frustration, wanting nothing more than to come on his tongue like he said.

“Sorry darling. That was for sleeping with other men besides me.” You almost have tears in your eyes at his words.

‘And this,” He unties your wrists. Before you could jump him, he flips you around once more, bending you over his knee.

“Is for teasing me this whole fucking time.” One firm slap is applied to your bare ass. You yelp in shock -and pleasure- from the impact.

“nnmmjoon!” He continues to spank your ass, hard. Every smack though, earns you a soft bottom rub while he whispers to you;

“That’s my good girl. Taking your punishment so well,”

Smack.

“It’s alright, love. I’ve got you. It’s almost over.”

Smack.

“You’re liking this, huh? Getting spanked by daddy so hard. I bet you could cum just by this.”

Smack.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Being so good for daddy. Can’t wait to fill you up after this.”

Smack.

“You dirty little slut. I’m gunna fuck you so hard you’ll forget every man’s name you’ve ever met. Only having my name in your mouth, got it?”

You can only lay still and take it like his; good, dirty slut..

You’re confused, horny, on the verge of crying, and you just want his dick now. Once you feel the final ass rub, he carefully leans you up, helping you slowly lay back down on the bed. His kisses trail all the way down your chest, hot puffs of air rests before a chilling cool air mixes them both.

“You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for daddy. Do you want your reward now?” He questions, but you’re too exhausted to answer. His voice, now a lot more soothing and calm, questions.

“Do you wanna go to sleep now?” You immediately sit up.

“NO! Pl-Please!” He looks up at you through glassy eyes. Somehow, you both are modeling the same dirty look in each other’s eyes.

“What do you want me to do, love? I need words, honey”

“F-fuck me! Please!” He nods, quickly stripping himself of the boxers he’d been wearing.He reaches over to his nightstand drawer, opens a square packet to slide it over his cock.

Before you could finish your sentence, he slides his cock in between your folds, already throbbing from how tightly your cunt is wrapped around his cock.

“F-fucking s-shit, y/n- You’re so tight, baby” After a few pauses, his thrust began to commence, sending you both into a loud stream of moans and groans, while skin slapping together mix in harmony. You tightly wrap your legs around his waist, not losing a second to begin to match his pace.

‘S-shit y/n.. Y-you’re gonna be the death of me” He chuckles, never missing a beat. Your hands finding the beginnings of his roots, fisting around them for support. Switching back and forth between scratching the living hell out of his shoulders and back, and almost ripping his hair out from such force.

“Fuck baby!” His lips came to catch yours, a heated makeout sesh was just what the doctor ordered for the cream filled pastry to be made. His switch positions, throwing you on top of his own body, making you ride him the rest of the way.

‘Fucking cum with me, baby” his hips thrust up to match your own pace, set to accord.

“F- ComING!-” Your breaths are now slowly coming to a controlled pattern. His sweat drips from his forehead onto your cheeks. His body lays limp on top of your own. His backside now has bruises in straight lines. Once he’s gained a little energy, he leans up to trail sloppy open mouthed kisses along your neck. The intimate act is not going unnoticed.

Before long, his back bedroom door swings open. A woman standing around 5’9 stalks the frame. Black bags and sunglasses sport her look.

“What the fuck Namjoon!!”

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