Acridity II
Sub!Namjoon x Domme!Reader
Warnings: Futa/Girlcock, Joon has a pussy, fingering, gratuitous nipple play, size kink (small top/ big bottom), creampie,
Summary: Sometimes you just need a good romp in the comfort of your home.
AN: This is part 2 of Salinity, go read that first for some context. Enjoy the bedroom hair esque pic. :))))
You push yourself back onto your knees, pushing your own shorts down your hips to fish out your cock. It twitched in your hand as you gave it a few strokes, you wanted to to fuck him slow and deep.
He glances down at you from over the bridge of his nose, his eyes were soft. A wordless request to feel you again, your warmth felt so much better than his.
Your breath jumps in your throat, you can feel your cock jump in your loose grip. He just didn’t understand how easily he was just able to do this to you.
Releasing your dick, you plant your hands around his hips and lay back against him. He seizes up for a second, head curling backward with a silent whimper. Your dick was thick enough to press between his folds and spread them open. Nestling between his fat Venusian tongues, you lean forward and press your nose against the base of his neck.
Anise and almond. You’d never regret purchasing this cologne from the roadshop for him. Herbaceous and aromatic, your drag the tip of your nose up the column of his throat. Hypnotized, your fingers come to gently curl around the base of his neck. His sigh is cool against the shell of your ear.
Nutty, toasty, warm. He smelt like the pits of a home, well loved, the kind that remains a fond memory.
It reminds you of the dampened earth squishing under your bare feet as a child. Rain. One that chooses to create and destroy within its prior breath, nourishing green that has yet to flourish.
Your lips seal around the juncture of where his shoulder meets his neck, suckling on it. The taste is so uniquely him. Acridity. The tip of your tongue undulates over the small sliver of skin. It tastes fresh and powdery, salty, yet acerbic.
His flavor bites back at you. His fingers curl into the bottom of your shirt, holding you against him as if you would drift away. You imagine you can taste the plums he loved to eat in the summer. Your teeth graze his skin just as he would to the plump flesh of fruit.
You climb further up his neck, equidistant to the previous mark which began to flush already. It’d ripen completely later.
“Baby,” he is neither begging nor pleading this time. Rather, beckoning.
You dot the rest of his flesh with hickies before you reach his mouth. He consumes you before you do him. His lips wrap around yours, smacking gently against your upper lip. You suck his tongue in between your lips, running your own along beside it. It’s a gentle exchange back and forth.
He gains his foothold, slipping his hands up the back of your shirt. His fingertips leave behind stinging trails that spread their fire over the rest of your body. He could surely feel your cock jumping against his cunt, you could almost feel the confidence swelling in his chest. You were just as trapped to him as he to you.
“Let me fuck you,” your whisper was breathless against his lower lip. His heart skips forward, his softened eyes boring straight into you.
You lean backward and sit back on your haunches. Your eyes never leave his as you clumsily reach for the nightstand. The drawer closes with a thump that you nearly missed as you pop open the cap on the K.Y Jelly.
You squeeze it over the base of your cock, piping a line all the way to the fat pink tip. You grip it with a trembling hand and begin to massage it over your length.
You didn’t neglect the rest of your responsibilities, watching him shift toward you and tilt his hips toward you. Your mouth runs dry as you watch his adonis belt ripple and stretch, blending down toward the pussy nestled between the swell of his inner thighs.
You squeeze a generous dollop on your fingers before carefully tossing it onto the nightstand again. You lean forward, slipping your fingers past his thick folds and smear it around his hole. You pepper soft kisses against his mouth as you press the tips of your fingers around the velvety entrance.
You resist the urge to groan, you couldn’t wait to feel him stretch and open up around you. His head lolls to the side with a mewl that sends blood rushing straight to your dick. His hand comes to rest on your forearm, gripping it.
You work your fingers in, curling them in and out for a short moment. You could hardly wait, pulling your fingers away eventually. You position yourself between his thighs, his legs coming to rest around your thighs easily.
You grip your cock with your left hand, dragging it in between his meaty folds. You waste no time, pressing into him before dropping your hand to rest on the other side of his waist. He raises his arms, wrapping them around your upper back to guide you to lay against him.
You sighed, pressing your nose in between his pecs as you slowly work your way in him.
“Fuck, you’re stretching me, babe.” He breathes into the air.
A sharp breath squeezes through your lips, your hips jerked forward as his cunt greedily swallows in more of you.
It made him feel so sexy when you were like this, the prey holds the predator on a leash. His hips tilt forward, opening him up to take you even deeper. Right there, he shifts his thighs and locks them around your hips, bordering on your waist.
Your growl is muffled between his tits, Namjoon keens beautifully in response. You carefully shift your weight onto your elbows, planting them deeply in the mattress before rearing back.
There it is, that feeling that made his toes curl. Your skin claps against his gently as you plunge in deep. His moans are slurred, drunk from the pleasure.
He doesn’t need to ask for more, you just understand when he starts lifting his hips to receive more of you. Your teeth set tightly in your jaw as you take it, flesh rebounding from his noisily. He whines breathily as thanks.
Your need to consume him only grows, a clumsy hand gripping some of his shirt and pushing it upward. He releases his grip around your shoulders, allowing you to scrunch his shirt up to his collarbone. Then you see it, his pecs bouncing lightly with each thrust.
“Oh my god, Joon,” you hiss as you snap your hips against his with more force. His beautiful lips spread into a smile before parting in a wail that makes you burn.
You tilt your head, allowing your tongue to fall from your lips and dangle over his right nipple. The hardened nub flicks back and forth against the tip of your tongue. You can feel him nearly glaring at you, you spoiled him by playing with them so often.
You never failed to suckle on them, pinch them, twist, and rub them whenever you made out with him. He at first found it strange, until it became something that he needed.
You couldn’t only tease him for so long and engage. He makes a choked noise as you suck it into your mouth and roll your tongue right over the center.
Your eyes squeeze shut, rolling your head back slightly and tugging his nipple with it. Your moan sends tingles across the expanse of his chest, it drove you crazy when he bucked back against you.
“Sto-” he squeals as you roll his nipple between your teeth. You release it with a harsh suckle and smack of your lips, diving back in.
Your hips move of their own accord, fucking him harder and faster. You can see the shadow of the headboard rocking in the corner of your eye. His other nipple calls your attention, bouncing right along with the rest of his chest.
You shift sides, occupying his right nipple with your finger tips. His back arches off of the bed as you squeeze it between your fingers, tugging until he whined.
You could feel the tension building in your stomach, your head was beyond thought. Blips of static twinkle in place of what would be your inner voice.
You flex your tongue, dragging it over his breast flesh like some dirty beast. He was your pretty maiden, preening and singing for you.
“Fuck, I-” your breath stutters as you hammer in and mold your body against his for the final stroke. His pussy responds noisily, his cum smeared over your length some time ago.
His head thumps against the headboard with a mewl, his cum caked up around the base of your cock. Neither of you mind making a mess on the sheets.
You lean in and press gentle kisses in the seam of his pecs and collarbone. You could always clean later, you always loved to bask in the warmth of after. His arms come up loosely, wrapping around your waist and a large hand strokes your upper back.
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It’s all about the foundation (part 3) (makeup artist!reader x ruki)
A/N: HELLO I AM FASHIONABLY LATE AS USUAL BC I’VE BEEN SO BUSY AFTER EXCHANGE SETTLING DOWN AND TRYING TO FIND A JOB ;____; but yes, this could be the final part of this series (unless you guys want another part?), so i hope you guys enjoy reading this and please give a like or reblog if you’ve read <3
Part 1 / Part 2
Pairing: girl reader x ruki
Genre: fluff
After the main setlist, the boys came back into the dressing room to freshen up before the encore
You knew how stressful this time was, as idols usually had only 5 minutes before they had to go back to the stage
However, while the band were in the middle of playing main setlist, the stylists told you the band had 10 minutes before the encore, so you didn’t have to stress as much
But....you had to help touch up Ruki’s makeup, which was the hardest out of the members
Yikes that oily af skin and those blemishes
I’m not roasting him at all :)))
As Ruki went into the other makeup room to change into the tour goods, you grabbed the towel the stylists gave you to pat off his sweat later
As you were waiting, you felt your heart begin to race at the thought of doing Ruki’s makeup again.
Why were you nervous? He was just another client...a really charismatic and good looking client.
Your thoughts were interrupted when Ruki sat in the makeup chair you stood next to and saw that he was already changed into the tour shirt and black jeans, so you began to quickly pat his face with the towel
You then carefully wiped makeup remover across Ruki’s face, avoiding the eye makeup, to remove the foundation
Ruki felt his heart race slightly again at the distance between the two of you, and the light scent of your perfume as you wiped his face, but he quickly banished the thoughts from his head, since he needed to think about the upcoming performance
During that time, the two of you didn’t speak a single word to each other because were so concentrated on your work, and he was focused on the encore, so both of you didn’t have time to think about your feelings
You thoroughly reapplied the MAC primer, concealer, and foundation that were provided with your light technique that you used on idols, since MAC products could feel quite heavy on the skin
You then set everything with your holy grail Etude House Fix and Fix loose powder (of which you tried to hide from the senior stylists so they wouldn’t scold you for using a Korean roadshop product on Ruki)
Surprisingly, you managed to finish with two minutes to spare so Ruki could re-hydrate before the encore
FAST FORWARD TO AFTER THE CONCERT
Everything was packed up and finished by 11pm, and you were invited to go to dinner with the staff
At first, you were hesitant because it was late and you just wanted to go home and crash, but the senior makeup artists offered to pay for the food since you were the youngest there
So you agreed to go because free food
You joined them in their van, while the band members got their own van to the BBQ restaurant
After settling into a seat in the van, the other stylists were chatting among themselves while you scrolled through your Instagram feed
As you were scrolling down the “GazettE” hashtag to get to know the band better, Reita’s makeup artist nudged your arm
“Say, _______-chan, how did you find it today?”
Your cheeks turned slightly pink as you could only think of Ruki and how handsome he was. However, you shook off the thoughts before answering, “It was interesting. I’ve never worked with a visual kei band before, so the experience was quite different to what I’m used to. Especially because the makeup style was pretty different to idols.”
Aoi’s makeup artist giggled. “Was that all? I think Ruki-san seemed quite excited every time he saw you.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks and ears. Did you hear correctly? Ruki? Excited about you? Even though you wanted to know more about his reactions, you knew they were joking, so you only giggled and shook your head.
Reita’s stylist nudged her co-worker’s shoulder in disapproval. “Don’t say stuff like that in front of the rookie! You know how much trouble we’ll be in if a scandal breaks out.”
The other woman only rolled her eyes. “Oh, you know I’m only playing around. As if a scandal can break out from talking among ourselves in a private place. Even ________-chan knows, right?”
You felt a slight drop in your chest when she said it was only a joke.
You had no choice but to swallow and nod quickly.
Why did you feel this way towards a man you barely knew?
Before you knew it, the vans arrived at the front of the BBQ restaurant in Shinjuku
You got out of the van along with the senpai stylists, keeping close to them.
You looked around to search for the other staff and band members themselves, to which you saw them coming out of the vans a few metres away from you.
Your heart felt like it skipped a beat when you saw Ruki’s figure and blond hair
When he took a glance at you, you gasped softly and turned away to face your senpais
Ruki smirked when he saw your reaction.
The cute types, huh...there’s always something about them...
When everyone had gathered, the managers and band went in first, while the rest of the staff including you followed.
Because there were so many people in your group, you had to be assigned two tables
The band, managers, and some staff took one table, while you, the stylists, and other staff took the other
Of course you were a bit disappointed that you couldn’t sit near the band (ahem, Ruki), but you couldn’t complain
So you just sucked it up and sat next to Reita’s stylist
After all the orders were made, your senpais made conversation with you, asking how you found working with the band
You told them that the guys were really nice and pleasant to work with, and that they treated you well especially since you were new to working with them
Little did you know that a few seats away on the other table, Ruki was listening to what you were saying, especially to the things you said about him
Upon seeing Ruki’s expressions, Uruha nudged his arm with his elbow.
“You look unusually happy about something,” he teased. “Is it that girl?”
Ruki made a disgusted expression. “As if. She looks too young for me anyway. You know I’m not one of those love-at-first-sight people.”
Uruha chuckled in amusement. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that. But something tells me you’ve got a thing for her already.”
“Shut up.”
A few minutes later, you excused yourself from the table to go to the bathroom.
Ruki noticed this as a perfect opportunity to talk to you privately, but he decided to wait before going so it wouldn’t look like he wanted to follow you.
After you finished washing and drying your hands, you opened the bathroom door to see Ruki leaning against the wall as he was waiting outside in front of the door.
Your heart felt like it stopped. “R-Ruki-sa-?”
“Shh,” he hushed, putting his index finger to his lips, and covering your mouth with the other hand.
Your eyes widened at the sudden closeness and intimate contact. You could feel your face turning pink while your heart began to race.
“Call me Taka.”
You blinked in surprise as he pulled his hand away from you.
Taka? Is that his real name?
“T-Taka? Why-”
Ruki leaned closer to you, making your face heat up. “There might be fans around,” he said quietly, “You can call me by my stage name when we’re in a quiet place.”
You gulped, and nodded reluctantly, still uncomfortable with calling him by a name other than Ruki.
“Alright...Taka-san.”
Ruki gave you a small smirk, making your heart race again
You smiled and bowed your head shyly. “I-I’ll get back now-”
Ruki grabbed your wrist as you began walking off.
“T-Taka-san?” you said, facing him completely flustered at this point.
“Give me your LINE. I just wanna make sure that this isn’t the last time I get to see you.”
At that moment, your eyes widened. You felt like your breathing and heart stopped at the same time.
HOLY SHIT!!!! THE HOT CLIENT ACTUALLY SAID THAT TO ME. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! What does this mean?! How could someone as cool as Ruki want to see me again?
“Are you sure? I’m still a rookie makeup artist, so I don’t think I can-”
“Fuck the rules,” Ruki jammed in nonchalantly. “I’m not about that life.”
Your jaw dropped.
How could someone just disregard rules so easily like that? Doesn’t he care that the both of you could get into serious trouble if your seniors found out?
Not that you were complaining. Ruki had captivated you since you first saw him.
You swallowed a gulp again before pulling out your phone to exchange LINE IDs with Ruki.
After doing so, you excused yourself to get back to the table.
“Enjoy the rest of the night,” Ruki said to you.
“Thank you. You too.”
When you got back to your seat, the food had already arrived, and everyone on your table was waiting for you.
“_______-chan, you’re finally back!” Reita’s stylist said.
“Ah, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Never mind that, your face is so red!” Kai’s stylist called out jokingly, “Have you been drinking in the bathroom?”
You clapped your hands to your cheeks. SHIT!
“N-no, of course not!”
“I’m kidding. Sit down, you must be starving!”
You nodded. “Y-yes. I’m sorry again to make you wait.”
The night passed by without you or Ruki speaking to each other.
When it was time to leave, you went into the van with the rest of the stylists.
As soon as you sat down, you felt your phone vibrate to signal that you received a LINE message.
Taka: Text me when you get home
You furrowed your eyebrows. That’s it? I guess he is a man of a few words...
_______: Okay, I will.
_______: It was nice meeting you today!
You didn’t get a reply after that, though you weren’t surprised
It was 1am by the time you were dropped off in front of your apartment block.
You said your goodbyes to the stylists as you left the vehicle, wishing them goodnight.
As soon as you got into the elevator, you suddenly felt the fatigue hit you all at once.
You were up since 6am, so you couldn’t wait to crash
When you got inside your apartment, you greeted your parents sluggishly. “Tadaima...”
“_______! Okaeri,” your mum called from the kitchen. “Did you have dinner yet?”
“Yeah, we had yakiniku, and the staff paid for it.”
“How was it today?” your dad asked from the dining table, looking up at you from the newspaper he was reading.
You only yawned. “So tiring...” you mumbled as you took your shoes off. “I hate working such long hours...”
“Yes, I know,” your dad replied, “But it’s part of life. How were the clients?”
“It was a visual kei band called the GazettE,” you answered, “They were really nice guys. Apparently they’ve been around since 2002.”
“That long?” your mum said, “They must be very good musicians. Anyway, don’t get involved with visual kei men. They only cause trouble for women from what I heard.”
You rolled your eyes as you made your way to your room. “As if I would. Besides, these guys are a lot older and more mature than other visual kei artists, and they have a big reputation to uphold, so I don’t think they would want to get involved with girls anyway.”
As soon as you got into your room, you put your duffle bag next to your desk before flopping onto your bed.
You suddenly remembered Ruki’s message, and grabbed your phone to text him.
_______: I just got home!
You then changed into your pyjamas before going to the bathroom to brush your teeth and cleanse your face.
After you had finished the rest of your skincare routine, you checked your phone to see that Ruki had replied.
Taka: Alright. Thanks for today. I hope to see you again soon.
_______: Me too. It was fun today!
Taka: It was. Lives are always like that.
Taka: Who are you gonna work with next?
_______: I think I’ll be working with another Korean idol group, since they’re always coming over here
Taka: Well then, goodnight. You did well today.
_______: Goodnight, Ruki-san, rest well
You squealed into your pillow, kicking your legs up and down on your bed as if you were a high school girl in love
Though, you weren’t in love with Ruki; you just found him super attractive and charismatic
Let’s just say you went to sleep on cloud nine
On the other side, Ruki was lying in bed with his hands on his face in embarrassment.
He couldn’t believe what he did.
He literally told you in real life AND in text that he wanted to see you again, and made it sound like he was interested in you when he knew he shouldn’t be.
Ruki then remembered Uruha’s words earlier that day: “...if you do end up dating her, or someone like her, don’t break her heart. She seems too innocent for people like us.”
He didn’t realise how you could unearth the feelings he worked so hard to bury for so long. He didn’t want to risk it again, and he didn’t want to risk hurting you either. After all, you were a lot younger than him, so he didn’t want to take that innocence away from you.
But there was something about you that he couldn’t take his mind off from.
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