pairing(s): taehyung x reader if u squint, jungkook x reader, brief mentions of namjoon x oc
genre(s): fluff and smut.
word count: 5.4K
warnings: some strong language, both jungkook and y/n being idiots lol.
for the spicy content: fingering in front of a mirror, dirty talk, praise, mentions of an erection. (hope i'm not forgetting anything).
summary: how long will it take until the dam bursts and one of you says what the other one longs to hear?
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A/N: i gotta thank my beautiful @daechwitatamic because she's always there to help me, she read this SO FAST (wtf). pls go check her profile <3
he had grown so used to it that he kept looking for it the first time you stopped doing it. with a silent, simple tug on your shirt or a whine whenever you’d cut the hugs or kisses a second short. full of hesitance, you’d simply wrap your arms around him tightly, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath; you’d cup his jaw with your slightly tremorous hand, pulling him to your mouth again as he had wordlessly begged you to.
meanwhile, for you? you noticed it that time he held your wrist as you walked behind him between the crowd. his touch had never meant anything special outside the bedroom, until that night. he had made you feel a thousand things in mere seconds, your heart lighting up the same way the buildings’ lights lit up the street. it was amazing how something as basic as holding one’s wrist had helped you put the puzzle pieces together. suddenly, it made sense how you kept running away from his touch when possible, skipping reunions where you knew he would be.
because your heart couldn’t handle the truth. it couldn’t bear knowing that jeon jungkook only belonged to you behind closed doors, between messy sheets and underclothed bodies, where only whispered pleas were welcomed and not love confessions, nothing but lust. and as much as it hurt, it only hurt more trying to deprive yourself of him.
“y/n?” his voice calls, warm hand finding its place on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze.
“i’m sorry, yes you can press play.” placing your hand on top of his, you give it a squeeze back and lean backwards on the couch, looking for a way to ease your internal discomfort by getting comfortable externally.
“it’s been rolling for at least seven minutes, angel…” he trails off, not being able to take his eyes off your constant fidgeting with the blanket you were sharing. “are you okay?”
“mhm,” was the only thing that left your throat, making sure it came with a reassuring - yet very fake - smile to ease the tension. everything screamed that he didn’t believe you, knowing him well enough to notice it was a huge effort from him to stay quiet and not ask any more questions.
jungkook thought it was best to let you be. maybe his touch was offending you? or was it the pet names he had decided to use for you as they were worth it only for you? one thing you hadn’t managed to notice, though, was the fact that his hands were the fidgety ones now. they were itching to pull you closer to him and wrap his arms around your waist like you’re used to every movie night.
“it was hilarious because taehyung was complaining about her, talking about how she had eaten the last donut and that it was his favorite flavour and he hadn’t eaten a single one. suddenly, she enters the office and you just hear him go: ‘good morning, miranda!’” tone chirpy and mocking, seokjin tells the story from his point of view, not being able to hold back the cackles that leave his lips.
“taehyung! i didn’t know you despised her that much.” covering your mouth, unlike seokjin, you giggle quietly.
“i just know you wouldn’t have done that to me, you would’ve defended that donut with your last breath,” the aforementioned man rolls his eyes, head resting on your shoulder as a pout rests on his lips.
“i’ve already apologized thrice. i was in a meeting, okay?” you shake your head as a smile slowly makes its way onto your face, looking down at taehyung and ruffling his hair.
"you look like you want to explode his head." yoongi whispers, next to jungkook who’s been looking at your interaction with a clenched jaw and his tongue prodding his cheek.
"i'm trying." jungkook admits, glaring at taehyung like he had just insulted his family when all he was doing was acting cute with you. with a forkful of pasta into his mouth, he decides to take his eyes off you, knowing deep inside him it was useless feeling like that when you were coming home with him at the end of the evening. or that’s what he hoped.
“anyone up for dessert? i am full, but my sweet tooth is asking me for that cheesecake i read on the menu. i’m willing to share.” looking around for someone wanting to share the creamy dessert with you, you lean forward, resting your weight on your forearms.
“me, me! i’ve been eyeing that cheesecake since we arrived, too.” taehyung chirps, eagerly raising his hand to call the waitress’ attention. his eagerness is short-lived, though, since jungkook speaks up.
“i want cheesecake, too. you think i could share with the two of you?”
“uh… let me ask the waitress how big the slice is.” shooting jungkook a tiny smile, you turn your attention to the kind waitress who is expectant.
in the end, you two do end up sharing the slice with jungkook, as it turned out he only wanted “a couple of spoonfuls” of the dessert. he is not a cheesecake guy, which makes you wonder what had caused him to suddenly crave some of the dessert.
leaving your bills to pay your part of the check, you get up and walk to the restroom, letting everyone know they could head out if done before you came back. they tend to complain about how long you take in the restroom, and knowing jungkook is waiting for you to ride together, you make sure you hurry.
your memory sometimes fails you. and one of those cases is tonight as you can’t seem to locate jungkook or his car. letting your legs lead you to where you think you might be able to find him, you recognize taehyung’s back and hair. he might know where jungkook is.
“for god’s sake, dude. just confess your fucking feelings for her,” taehyung groans at the younger man’s behavior, covering his face.
that sentence alone makes you halt, leaning back against the brick wall so they can’t see you. eavesdropping is not appropriate, but right this moment it feels like it is.
has he had feelings for someone else this whole time he’s been fucking you? are you his go-to option when he needs it?
“what are you talking about? we were talking about cheesecake and now you’re telling me i should confess to y/n?” jungkook scoffs, about to walk away when taehyung grabs his wrist, preventing him from leaving.
“you don’t get all whiny over cheesecake, jeon. all it took was me saying i wanted to share dessert with her for you to go all ‘oh i want dessert, too’ when you weren’t even halfway done with your pasta. you kept giving me death stares if i even breathed around her.”
“whatever,” jungkook laughs, a little too loud for his liking, making him scrunch his nose. “i’m not going to confess my feelings just because of some cheesecake.” he mocks taehyung in the last word, carefully releasing his wrist from the man’s grip, walking to the car.
does that mean… no, he never confirmed it.
“jungkook!” you call him, jogging to where he is, “are we still on for tonight? you were about to leave without me.” you adjust your purse that’s almost falling off your shoulder, rocking back and forth on your tiptoes.
“yeah, i’ve been looking forward to it all night,” he confesses, pulling you closer to his body by your waist. one of his hands removes your purse from your body, the other cupping your cheek. “you ready?”
“yeah! bye, tae-tae,” you wave at the man, flashing him a smile before getting inside the car.
the traffic at this hour is never heavy, if anything, it’s the best it’s ever been. the wind coming from outside is making you get goosebumps, but it’s nothing jungkook’s hand on your leg can’t provide relief to.
his phone lights up just as you’re reaching the last traffic light before his house.
taehyung [21:02]: i’m pretty sure she heard us talking. just so you know.
jungkook scans his phone screen, reading the text quickly before shutting off the device and placing it somewhere else where it won’t distract him.
“what did tae want?” you ask, tilting your head.
“nothing important,” he murmurs, tone leaving no room for discussion as he speeds off once the traffic light turns green. “is it my turn to pick the movie tonight?” trying to change the topic, jungkook squeezes your thigh and parks the car smoothly, but doesn’t get out yet.
“uh, i think? but maybe i can bribe you with some kisses? there’s this movie i really wanna watch,” you confess, leaning over the console once your seatbelt is off, your face dangerously close to his.
“bribing me, huh? okay, hit me with your best shot,” he smirks, hungrily latching his lips to yours, hands holding your cheek softly - the perfect juxtaposition to the way he laps at your mouth.
the kiss rides like a wave - intense when needed, but also soft at times, steadying you and leaving you craving for more. more him, more jungkook, all the time.
“mmm get inside before i change my mind,” jungkook whispers against your lips, already chasing them for more, but you’re quicker than him, getting out of the car and using your set of keys to unlock the door.
he seems pretty compliant tonight, agreeing to everything you say, letting you kiss him all you want even if you had bribed him already to choose the movie… yet he never complains, never says anything about how you’re not paying attention to the movie, eating at him or his snacks.
“did you bring your pajamas this time?” jungkook turns to look at you, moving some strands of hair off your face so he can look at the blush that’s starting to cover your cheeks. “i’m gonna take that as a no.” he snickers at your pretty much silent response, pausing the movie and pulling you to his lap.
“i keep forgetting them. i don’t really use them around you, but they’re pretty and comfortable,” a pout takes over your lips, playing with the hem of his shirt.
“i mean, i’m never against seeing you in my clothes. but you gotta start remembering to pack your pajamas, y/n.” jungkook carefully secures an arm around your waist as he moves to take off his shirt, letting it rest on your lap once taken off. “put it on. let’s get our pajamas on and then we’ll continue with the movie, sounds good?”
you nod, giving his nose a tiny kiss, enough to hear him chuckle and make you leave with a smile on your face. the floor feels cold under your bare feet as you make your way to the bathroom next to his room; the night is chilly enough that you already know you’re gonna be seeking jungkook’s body warmth throughout the night since you tend to get cold pretty easily.
it's almost like your heart is inside a cage and fighting to be set free the second jungkook's fingers trace your curves. every square inch of your body responds to him - blushing, smiling, getting goosebumps. your body knows better than your mind. and as much as you try to tell yourself that you don't have feelings for him, you do. you hope he does, too.
slipping the cotton material over your body, you look at your reflection on the mirror, adjusting the shirt so it covers your body the most it can. his shirt smells like him, like the cologne that drives you crazy and can’t get enough of. a knock interrupts your train of thought, and you open the door for him to come in as you move away from the door to collect your clothes and fold them.
“wanna know something funny?” is the first thing jungkook says as he sees you, leaning against the door frame, shamelessly eyeing your figure.
“what’s up?” you turn to him, looking at him as you finish folding your pants, recognizing the hunger in his stare but saying nothing about it.
“as i was getting dressed this morning, i kept picturing you in my clothes every time i picked out a shirt,” he starts, taking a few steps to be closer to you. “wondering which shirt of mine would look best on you. but now…” his tongue wets his lip, removing the pants from your hands and putting them next to the sink.
“n-now?” you murmur dumbly, waiting for him to keep talking.
“i think i picked it for another reason.” he pulls you closer to his body by the shirt, cradling your face in his hands. “i think i picked what shirt to wear based on what i wanted you to wear as i fucked you. or as i took it off your body.” he simply states, moving one hand down to your neck. he doesn’t even bother to apply pressure on it, he just lets his hand rest there.
"so what are you gonna do? are you gonna keep it on or should we take it off?" you trace the ink on his forearm, moving your head to place a kiss on his palm.
"wouldn't want you getting cold, would we?" his hands move you in mere seconds, letting your pelvis rest against the edge of the vanity, right in front of the mirror.
you can see him, can see the way he puts your hair up in a messy ponytail so he has space to scatter kisses around your neck, decorating it with a couple of marks. your hands replace his on your hair, holding it up the way he wants it. jungkook hums, pleased, while you quietly gasp when his hands move to your inner thighs, making you spread them wider so his hands can roam freely where they want to.
“mmm, good girl.” he praises, his fingers leaving feather-like touches on your clothed cunt before they wrap around the waistband of your underwear. jungkook crouches down as he removes them, leaving a trail of kisses on your legs, too.
“no matter,” he starts, hugging you by the waist once he’s back to his full height, “how hard i try, you’re always on my mind. it’s not fair.”
“it’s as fair as it can be. you’re always on mine, too,” you whisper to him, almost like you’re telling him a secret, even if it’s just the two of you in the room.
maybe it is a secret with the way you’re baring your heart to him by saying that.
silence follows your words, filling your chest with something close to restlessness. had it been too much? did you cross the line with your words? your gaze moves to the floor, enjoying his embrace the most you can because you’re sure he’s gonna step away–
“look at me. not at my reflection, but at me,” he orders, and you’re surprised by the way you quickly obey, without second thoughts.
“what’s going on in that little head of yours, angel?” jungkook whispers, hovering your lips, giving you space to talk freely.
jungkook’s not sure what just happened. he is sure, though, that with the way your expression fell in that moment, he doesn’t wanna see that again, ever. the sincerity in your eyes when you confessed that he’s constantly in your mind too had made him feel… something. not sure what to make of it, but with a persistent thought in his head:
taehyung was right.
“i want you.” you respond after a while, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. your nose nudges his playfully, a grin on your mouth rapidly replaced by his lips on yours.
jungkook kisses you as if he’s never going to see you again, feeling lonely when your mouth’s not on his, when your body is half an inch further than he’d like it to be. his lips chase yours, they chase the sweet, lingering taste of the chamomile tea you had drank during the movie.
the movie. he doesn’t even know what the fuck it had been about since he was just thinking about you, when you were next to him the whole time. what if taehyung found the way to your heart and stole you from him? he should confess, shouldn’t he?
at least he’s past the denial phase.
your confession should be more than enough for him to know you probably feel the same too. unless you’re constantly thinking about him because you’re needy, because you want him.
deciding to shove those thoughts away, he pulls away from the kiss, pushing you with a hand on your back so your chest is against the vanity, making you hiss at its coldness.
“thought you were gonna fuck me with it on,” you confess, angling your hips so they’re slightly lifted. you rest your chin on your forearms, finding a comfortable position; you know you’ll be here for a long time before he fucks you.
“tsk, who says i’m not? don’t be greedy,” he tsks, running his cold hands over the warm skin of your butt, squeezing it a little. “i don’t think i’ve ever fucked you in front of a mirror, have i?”
“nuh-uh. there’s always a first time with you.”
there’s this side to you that only comes out when jungkook’s around. he knows who you truly are and helps you express that side, a judgment-free zone if you will. if restlessness ever clouds your thoughts, a look from jungkook is all you need for everything to quiet down and dissipate.
“keep your eyes on me, or i’ll stop.” jungkook leans down to leave a trail of kisses on your upper back, allowing you to feel his hard-on right on your butt. “y/n.” biting down on your skin, hard enough to leave a tiny mark, he tilts his head when you only blink at him, whining desperately. “did you hear what i said?”
“yeah, yeah, not taking my eyes off you,” you reply, gripping the counter as his fingers make contact with your now-bare cunt, collecting your wetness before easing two fingers in one go.
every drag of his fingers inside you manages to turn you into a moaning mess, legs trembling because of his touch, eyes trained on his just like he expected. it takes a huge effort from you to not close your eyes once he curls his fingers, aiming for your g-spot.
“look so pretty bent over the sink for me, aren’t you my pretty girl?” he whispers, hot breath fanning in your ear as the fingers from his free hand move to rub your clit, enjoying the way he can tell you’re about to lose it. when jungkook has you like this, you let your inhibitions get lost. your body trusts jungkook, feeling safe under him, letting him do whatever he wants to you because you know he would never hurt you.
it’s about time your heart trusts him, too.
you manage to nod, trying to keep your eyes open as he instructed you to. the sound of your whimpers and loud moans fill the bathroom; as jungkook pulls you by the hair so your back is against his chest, you lean your head on his shoulder, turning your head so you can kiss his neck.
“words, princess. let me hear you say it.” he requests, slowing his thrusts as he expects your reply.
“i-i’m your pretty g-girl. i’m jungkook’s pretty girl,” you whine, hips having a mind of their own and rutting against his hand to get some more friction.
“what was that? i’m sure you can be louder. no need to be shy.” he pouts, smirking condescendingly right after he angles his palm so your clit rubs against it, thumb wiping the fallen tears on your cheeks.
“i’m your pretty girl, fuck! jungkook, please. i need you.” moving your head to face him through the mirror, your hands grip his forearms in order to control yourself. “yours, all yours. just– take me, please.”
he takes his sweet time with you that night, reminding you that you’re his, and reassuring himself he’s not gonna lose you. even if the voices in his head wouldn’t shut up about how he could lose you any second, the way your hands reach out for him so you can hold him a little longer, how you won’t stop showering him with kisses as your eyes struggle to stay open because of how tired he has left you…
eventually, sleep wins the fight. you pull the blanket jungkook got you closer to your body, scooting closer to his body - his chest has always been more comfortable to you than a pillow - and clinging to him like a koala.
he can’t take his eyes off you. you’re laying there, asleep, and he feels like you’ve cast a spell on him. when jungkook used to think about you, he’d either picture you naked or as someone who’d be there unconditionally like the great friend you are.
however, now? he cannot focus on anything other than your lips and how he yearns to kiss them over and over again just to hear your muffled, angelical giggles; how your body feels meant to be next to his like two puzzle pieces.
despite the fact that everyone can see how much time you two spend together, they know you’re not dating. they know about your - basically - best friends-with-benefits relationship, leaving both of you on the market. all that jungkook can think about is changing everyone’s line of reasoning from “they’re fucking” to “they’re dating”, they’re in a relationship”.
yeah, he’s screwed.
he feels like his heart is gonna explode, and he tries to convince himself with all of his might that it’s because of the way you look tonight and not because of taehyung’s arm around your waist as you both move to the table you got assigned for tonight. if he could rip it off your body, he would, but the weight of someone else’s body on his arm reminds him you’re not his date, this other girl is. he’s walking with somebody else, too, so he has to keep it together for the sake of jimin’s party.
when jimin sent the invitation to the group chat, both of you felt excited and had already started to plan what you’d wear, who was going to drive who, and what you two were going to gift him. the conversation fell when you reached the bottom of the invitation, where in bold, it said: remember to bring a date!
sure, it said other things, but that was all both of you could focus on.
“so… uh, you and i are not dating–”
“yeah,” you squeak, interrupting jungkook. “we aren’t, so we should find a date, right?”
“yup, you could go with taehyung! he’d love that,” jungkook lets out an insincere laugh, keeping himself busy with another app to stop thinking about how badly he wanted to be your date.
fast forward to today and jealousy is eating him alive. that night, he had texted jimin privately, asking him to sit you at another table in order to keep his feelings controlled, to be able to spend time with leslie, his date for the party. now, he doesn’t know if it was a good idea.
you two fit perfectly together, he realizes. he’s mesmerized by you, the color of your dress suits your skin incredibly well and he finds himself smiling when he sees the way you grin at the others at your table, greeting them quickly in order to continue listening to whatever taehyung is telling you.
right, taehyung.
he’s one second away from getting up, chair in hand, to sit between the two of you because he can’t stand one of his closest friends taking his place, talking to his girl.
“is everything okay?” leslie asks, noticing jungkook’s clenched jaw and tight grip on the tablecloth.
“what? yeah, why do you ask?” he turns to look at her, eyebrows furrowed together subconsciously. he’s quick to soften his gaze, moving his chair so it’s closer to leslie’s.
“you seemed… angry, i don’t know. if something’s bothering you, we can leave,” she suggests, wrapping a hand around his wrist, trying to intertwine her fingers with his.
“the party hasn’t even started,” he scoffs, pressing his lips together right after. “sorry, i’ll keep it in mind, okay? i’m just a little distracted, had a small situation at work before coming here, that’s why i was late.”
because he was certainly not debating whether he should go to the party if it meant seeing you with somebody else. nah, not at all.
jungkook manages to keep his feelings at bay for the second half of the night. almost like the situation had been flipped around since you’re the one about to lose it now.
the food was delicious, taehyung kept making you laugh every now and then with his funny stories and bad jokes, you had also met namjoon’s girlfriend, kimberly. everything was sailing smoothly. jungkook who?
that was, of course, until he and his date joined the other couples on the dancefloor. you feel like they’re dancing on top of your table, too close for your liking. too close to you, too close to each other. leslie keeps laughing like a teenager in love at prom; at this point, you think he’s a second away from kissing her if you don’t do something soon. taehyung’s deep in conversation with jimin, so that leaves you without your dance partner.
almost as if he’d read your mind, jimin stands up and pulls the two of you to the dancefloor. taehyung moves his free arm to be able to reach your hand, making sure you don’t get lost in the crowd. bingo, you think to yourself, standing up and reaching for his hand, securing your grip on his.
“i love this song, i was about to interrupt your conversation,” you confess, taking advantage of the position you’re in now that taehyung spun you around to the rhythm of the music to peek around the room, trying to locate jungkook.
your eyes meet his almost instantly, your gaze changing from soft to something close to “did i interrupt something?” when you see how close leslie’s mouth is to his. jungkook steps away from her at breakneck speed, making you smirk now that your line of sight is not infected. you don’t mind taehyung pulling you closer to his body if it means giving jungkook a taste of his own medicine. besides, his grip feels snug.
“didn’t know you were such a good dancer,” taehyung’s warm breath in your ear startles you.
“we’ve never had the privilege of dancing together, have we?” the music is loud enough, almost like you’re in a club, making you lean to talk in his ear too.
you don’t step away or move your head when taehyung cups your cheek and makes you look at him, not even when he tilts his head and his eyes flutter shut, lips mere inches away from yours.
“y/n, i think i left my gift in your car, can we go get it?” jungkook’s voice is heard out of nowhere, making taehyung jump and step away from you.
“but we didn’t even r–”
“now,” he growls, reaching for your hand.
there’s a tiny window open for you to refuse if you don’t want to listen to him. jungkook could be filled with rage, but he’d never force you to do something you don’t feel like doing. the moment you take your hand in his, he leads you to the hallway, hoping you two could have a decent conversation.
“this is not the way to the parking lot, i should’ve guessed you were bringing me somewhere else since we didn’t ride together, but i still don’t understand what we’re doing–”
you’re hotly interrupted by jungkook. “were you about to kiss taehyung?”
“were you about to kiss leslie before i caught you redhanded?” you closely scrutinize his body language.
he is not going to put the blame on you, oh hell no.
“i think i asked you first, y/n. were you, or were you not?” he questions you again, tongue prodding his cheek.
“last time i checked, you’re not blind. you definitely saw my lips hovering over his, his hands on my waist, my chest pressed to his…” you trail off, biting your lip to contain the smirk that’s about to take place on your lips.
“if you were so okay with him kissing you, why did you get all bothered by me being close to leslie? if i recall correctly, she was standing close to me like this,” he pulls you to him by the waist, wrapping your arms around his neck. “and i was here…” he leans down, about to kiss you until you push him off you.
“if you wanna go kiss her, just go. sorry i interrupted your majestic movie scene with my jealousy.” it escapes your mouth before you could even think twice about it. your arms, that were still wrapped around his neck, leave his body in order for you to be able to cover your mouth.
“what was that? i’m sure you can be louder. no need to be shy.” he uses the same sentence he uttered the other day in his bathroom, enjoying the way you get all flustered.
“imma go shove my tongue down taehyung’s throat. this is a waste of time.” you spit, eyeing him up and down before turning around and taking a couple of steps.
“over my dead body, get the fuck back here and kiss me,” he practically growls, making you halt in your steps.
“not so cool picturing the other person about to kiss someone else who’s not you, is it?” you reply, back still turned to him.
“i was not joking when i said you should kiss me. i was also not joking when i called you my pretty girl the other day.”
that makes you turn to look at him.
“it was the heat of the moment, don’t twist your words.” you’re able to recognize when jungkook is bullshitting his way through life, and you hope this is not one of those moments because that is the closest thing you’re ever gonna get to a confession coming from him.
“i’m not.” he simply states, walking up to you. “if what you felt tonight was indeed jealousy, then i’m not ashamed to say i’ve spent the whole night imagining it was me holding your hand in front of everyone, holding you close, making you laugh and dancing so close to you.”
“why now?” you ask, deciding to break the one-step barrier between the two of you, being able to spit one question out of the thousand in your head.
“because i hated seeing someone else take my place, and i’ve tried to hide it. i’ve tried to ignore these feelings, but i can’t anymore.” he gulps, throwing his head back in exasperation. “my date, you were supposed to be my date. not leslie.”
“why didn’t you say something?”
“why didn’t you say something?” jungkook returns the question, obviously a nervous mess because of your interrogation.
“look, can we pretend i never mentioned i felt jealous? it was stupid and useless and this conversation’s going nowhere.” typical you trying to escape everything that seems complicated.
“too bad, y/n. because i’m not letting you go so easily now that i know you feel the same way.”
before you know it, jungkook’s kissing you. if he’s kissed you before, this kiss makes you forget all those previous kisses. nothing feels better than the way jungkook leaves you breathless just by licking your bottom lip, or the way he breaks the kiss for a nanosecond before tilting his head to deepen the second best kiss you’ve ever had.
the need for air becomes predominant, making you reluctantly step away from him. jungkook is quick to chase your mouth, eyes still closed and a low whine leaving his mouth.
“mmm. let’s go home, ‘kay?” you giggle, cupping his face like he usually does to you.
“i’ll follow you everywhere, y/n.”
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summary: After an eventful evening, it’s the morning after and Jin’s there to take care of you.
a/n: Third part in the series! As always other parts’ links are below and I highly recommend reading them in order as this chapter probably wont make much sense without the one’s prior! Enjoy <3
sleeping | waking | sweeter | breaking
The cries of your safe word echo across the apartment and everybody freezes, heads lifting from phone screens, hands pausing in their scribbling and alarmed eyes meeting each other before everyone is moving at once. Namjoon freezes above you, blood running cold at the pain in your voice, and when he doesn’t react fast enough, Hoseok is right behind him; pushing him out of the way without care and covering you with the blanket draped over the lounge.
Heavy running footsteps thud down the stairs until the room is crowded, Yoongi and Jimin bursting into the living room and nearly tripping over each other to get to you first. Yoongi’s viciously protective side has him instantly on edge, wide eyes assessing the scene before him and quickly grasping the situation, Jimin and himself separating with their approach; Jimin towards you and Yoongi towards Namjoon.
Yoongi’s hands grip the collar of Namjoon’s shirt, heated gaze piercing through the younger’s shocked eyes. “What the fuck have you done?!”
pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jimin.
genre/warnings: Smut, daddy!kink, multiple partners, hints at ot7.
words: 3,133.
summary: Yoongi and Jimin come home to find you asleep on the couch. To say they were happy they beat the other members back would be an understatement.
a/n: after such a long time of writing and deleting, editing and procrastinating, I am finally posting my first fic here on tumblr. Hope you enjoy, feedback is welcome!
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→ Pairing: Namjoon x reader (female)
→ AUs: non-idol, one-shot
-> Genres: couple
→ Warnings(s): pure smut, NSFW, +21, exhibitionism/voyeurism, public sex, against tree, doggy style, dirty talk, fantasizing, in the forest, pool sex, handjob, hardcore sex, fast and hard, rough, in front of strangers, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, spitting, hand job, overwhelming, overstimulation and more.
→ Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.)
→ Word count: 12.7K
Author Notes:
Author Q is here,
Hello everyone.
It’s all about exhibitionism and voyeurism. If you'd prefer not to read this, please feel free to check out other stories. If you’d like to read it, please be aware of what you’re getting into.
Namjoon is your boyfriend, you and Namjoon and your and his friends decided to go on vacation to Jeju Island for 2 weeks, but you had a fight with Namjoon on the first day of your arrival place and your friends were embarrassed by you two.
You were sitting in a hotel room with your friend, it was 10 pm and almost all of your friends to a party at the club, including Namjoon.
"You and Joon really should make up, you're just spoiling the good mood, it's our first day here." your friend said.
"I know but he started it." You rolled your eyes.
Your friend sighed, "Just go make up with him, we both know you can't stand not talking to him for an entire two weeks."
"I can't believe he has this power over me." You rolled your eyes once more, annoyed that your friend was right.
Your friend laughed, "You know it's because you love him like crazy."
"I do, but his stubbornness is really a pain in the ass." You groaned, reluctantly getting up from the bed.
Your friend looked satisfied that you were finally going to talk things out with Namjoon.
"Now go, before I push you out of that damned door." your friend teased, giving you a light push towards the door.
With a huff, you finally left the hotel room, mentally preparing yourself for the conversation you were about to have with Namjoon.
The club music pulses through the air as you step inside, scanning the crowded space for Namjoon. After a few minutes, you spot him leaning against the bar, nursing a drink while Hoseok animatedly talks next to him. Taking a deep breath, you make your way over.
ge turns, his face unreadable for a moment before his eyes soften just slightly. He sets down his drink.
"Oh hi. Did you finally come to yell at me some more?" His voice is light but there's an underlying tension as he crosses his arms. Hoseok immediately makes an exaggerated exit, mouthing 'good luck' at you as he slips away into the crowd.
You glare at Hoseok as he scurries away, leaving you alone with Namjoon.
"I didn't come here to yell at you, I came here to talk," you say, trying to keep your voice level.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? You've been giving me the silent treatment all day, so pardon me if I don't believe you."
You can't help but roll your eyes at his response.
"Oh, please. You weren't exactly being a saint yourself, you know."
Namjoon lets out a scoff. "Me? You're the one who overreacted in the first place over something stupid."
"Overreacting? You're the one who started it!"
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, but the anger is still bubbling just beneath the surface.
"You completely disregarded my opinion and brushed it off like it was nothing. Is it so hard to respect what I have to say for once?"
Namjoon's jaw tenses as he looks down at his drink, swirling the ice cubes before meeting your eyes again. His voice drops to that careful, measured tone he uses when he's trying not to escalate things.
"You're right. I should've listened better. But you shutting down and giving me the cold shoulder instead of talking to me? That hurt too." He runs a hand through his hair.
You're taken aback by the hint of vulnerability in his voice. It's rare for Namjoon to express his feelings so openly, especially when you're angry.
"I just... I needed some space to cool off. But you have a knack for getting under my skin sometimes, you know that?"
Namjoon lets out a dry chuckle. "Oh, believe me, the feeling is mutual."
A small smirk tugs at your lips despite yourself. "Yeah well... you're lucky I think your dumb face is cute."
Namjoon finally cracks a real smile at that, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. He reaches out to gently flick your forehead. "And you're lucky I put up with your dramatic ass." The warmth in his eyes makes your heart do that stupid little flip it always does when he looks at you like that.
The bass from the club speakers thrums around you both as he nudges your shoulder. "Wanna get out of here? I know a quiet beach nearby where we can actually hear each other talk."
You can't help but smile back, the anger you felt earlier already starting to fade. You nod in agreement.
"Yeah, that sounds nice."
Namjoon finishes his drink in one gulp and sets down the glass, gesturing for you to follow him. He leads you out of the crowded club and into the cool night air.
The walk to the beach is quiet, but it's a comfortable kind of silence. You walk side by side, your shoulders brushing against each other occasionally.
The beach is deserted, save for a few scattered boats in the distance. The sand feels soft and cool under your feet as you and Namjoon walk along the shoreline. The waves crash gently in the moonlight, creating a soothing soundtrack.
You let out a sigh, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. It feels like a world away from the club and your argument.
Namjoon stops and drops down onto a dry patch of sand, patting the spot next to him. "Come here."
You sit down beside him, the warmth of his body next to yours a comforting contrast to the cool night air. He puts his arm over your shoulder, pulling you a little closer. For a few moments, neither of you speaks. You just watch the waves roll in, lost in your thoughts.
Finally, Namjoon breaks the silence. "I am sorry." His voice is soft.
You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.
"And I'm sorry too," you admit. "I should've talked to you instead of shutting you out."
Namjoon lets out a breath and nuzzles his nose into your hair. "We both messed up, huh?"
You nod slightly. "Yeah... we do seem to get into a lot of arguments for two people who supposedly love each other."
Namjoon snorts at that, but his grip on your shoulder tightens just a little.
"Love doesn't mean everything is going to be perfect and easy. We're gonna argue, we're gonna piss each other off. But we also know when to apologize and when to make up." He rubs his thumb over your shoulder absentmindedly. "I just don't like it when you give me the silent treatment."
You lift your head to look at him, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "And I don't like when you dismiss my opinions like they're unimportant. We both have things to work on."
He rolls his eyes, but there's a fond smile on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, we're both stubborn jerks. We're a match made in heaven."
A laugh bubbles out of you, the tension finally completely fading.
"Heaven? More like hell. We probably drive each other insane most of the time."
Namjoon laughs too, the sound deep and rich in his chest beneath your ear. "But you wouldn't have it any other way."
You can't deny it. Even with all the petty arguments and stubborn disagreements, there's a reason you've stuck together for this long.
"No, I wouldn't," you admit.
Namjoon presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. "Good. Let's go to our room. It's been a long day, and I want to rest."
You nod in agreement, standing up and brushing the sand off your clothes. Namjoon takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. You start to head back to the hotel, the cool breeze pleasant against your skin.
As you walk, you can't help but feel a warm affection for the man next to you. He might drive you crazy sometimes, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
When you arrive back at the hotel, the lobby is mostly empty. The elevator ride up is silent, but it's a comfortable kind of silence this time. Namjoon's thumb brushes lightly against the back of your hand, a small gesture of affection.
As soon as you enter your room, Namjoon kicks off his shoes and practically collapses onto one of the beds. He groans and stretches his arms out, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of toned skin.
Namjoon lets out a deep exhale, eyes already half-closed as he pats the space next to him without looking. "Come here angel," he mumbles, voice rough with exhaustion.
You can't help but laugh at his needy tone. But you oblige, slipping out of your shoes and climbing onto the bed next to him. Namjoon immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. He buries his face in your hair, his body warm and solid against yours.
You snuggle into his embrace, feeling your body relax against him. All the stress and tension from the day seem to melt away in his arms. Namjoon's hand rubs soothing circles on your back, his fingers tracing invisible patterns against your skin.
You close your eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a sense of peace.
Namjoon's voice is a low rumble against your ear. "I love you, you know."
Your heart skips a beat at his words, even though you've heard them countless times before.
"I love you too," you reply, your face still buried in the crook of his neck. "Even when you're a pain in the ass."
Namjoon laughs softly, squeezing you tighter.
He pinches your side playfully at that. "Look who's talking, Miss 'I-give-the-silent-treatment-for-fun'." His words are teasing but the hand stroking your hair is achingly gentle.
You can feel him press a sleepy kiss to your temple as he settles deeper into the pillows. "Now sleep. We're making up for lost time tomorrow - breakfast on the balcony, then that hiking trail Hoseok and Jimin won't stop raving about." His voice is already slurring with exhaustion.
The last thing you register before drifting off is the way his fingers instinctively tighten around your wrist - like even in sleep, he's making sure you won't go far.
The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting warm golden stripes across the tangled sheets. Namjoon stirs first, blinking sleepily at the unfamiliar ceiling before his gaze lands on you still curled against his chest. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face as he carefully extracts his arm from beneath you, trying not to wake you.
But the moment his warmth leaves your side, your brow furrows in protest. With a sleepy grumble, you blindly reach out and grab a fistful of his shirt, dragging him back down with surprising strength for someone half-asleep.
Namjoon chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest as he lets himself be pulled back into the cocoon of blankets. "Guess we're sleeping in then," he murmurs, tucking your head under his chin with a contented sigh. Outside, the sound of waves crashing and distant seagulls creates the perfect lazy morning soundtrack.
You let out a content huff as you settle back into his arms, your head resting over his heart. You can feel it thumping steadily underneath you, a soothing rhythm that almost lulls you back to sleep.
Namjoon starts to run his hand through your hair, his touch gentle and almost absent-minded as he absently plays with the strands.
He breaks the comfortable silence, his voice soft and gravelly with sleep. "...We should probably get up before the others start banging on our door demanding brunch." But he makes no actual move to get up, perfectly content to stay tangled in the sheets with you.
You nuzzle deeper into his chest with a sleepy whine, tightening your grip on his shirt. "Five more minutes," you mumble against his skin, your voice thick with sleep.
Namjoon lets out that deep, rumbling laugh of his, the one that vibrates pleasantly against your cheek.
The sunlight shifts across the bed, warming your legs tangled with his. Neither of you moves. Outside, the faint sound of laughter floats up from the pool below—probably Jin and Jungkook already causing chaos. But here, in this quiet little nest, time feels deliciously suspended.
Namjoon's fingers trace idle patterns along your spine. "...This is nice," he murmurs, almost to himself. You hum in agreement, already drifting again to the rhythm of his heartbeat. The vacation can wait. Right now, this is exactly where you both want to be.
You're drifting off again when Namjoon's voice cuts through the drowsy haze.
"Hey."
His fingers under your chin tilt your face up, and you crack open your eyes, blinking against the morning light. And then your brain catches up—because god, he looks unfairly good. Tousled hair, warm eyes, sleepy smile. He brushes a thumb along your jawline, his touch sending a flutter through your stomach.
"As much as I am loving the koala impression right now," he teases, "We might need to actually get out of bed at some point."
You grumble again, wrapping yourself even more tightly around him. "But... warm."
Namjoon snorts, patting your ass indulgently. "Yeah, that's true. But I think the others are getting impatient."
Your protest turns into a reluctant sigh as his words sink in. You know he's right. The thought of getting up seems about as appealing as jumping into a lake during winter.
Namjoon gently disentangles himself from your grip, rolling out of bed. He stretches, the muscles in his back flexing under the white T-shirt he slept in. You don't bother hiding your appreciative stare.
Namjoon catches you staring and smirks, stretching a little more dramatically just to watch your eyes follow the movement. "Like what you see?" he teases, running a hand through his messy bedhead.
You throw a pillow at him with a sleepy laugh. "Stop showing off and help me get up, you conceited ass."
He dodges the pillow easily and grabs your ankles, yanking you toward the edge of the bed with a yelp from you. Before you can retaliate, he swoops down to press a quick, laughing kiss to your lips. "There. Now we're both up. Happy?"
You feign annoyance but the effect is ruined by the broad grin that spreads across your face as you push yourself upright. "You're a pain."
You're just about to swing your legs off the bed and then he wraps your legs around his waist.
Without warning, Namjoon scoops you up off the bed, hoisting you into his arms effortlessly. You let out an undignified squawk, clinging to his neck.
"Jesus, a little warning next time," you gasp, even though a thrill runs through you at how easily he handles you.
He laughs, shifting you into a more comfortable position against his chest. "But where's the fun in that?" He starts walking toward the bathroom, carrying you like you weigh nothing.
"Besides," he continues, "I like the noises you make when I catch you off guard." He punctuates the statement by giving your ass a playful spank.
He sets you down on the edge of the bathroom counter, standing between your legs and tilting your chin up to look at him.
Namjoon's expression softens as his thumbs brush along your cheekbones, his voice dropping to that quiet, intimate tone that still makes your pulse stutter after all this time. "You look beautiful in the morning light." He leans in, pausing just inches from your lips - close enough that you can feel his breath mingle with yours. "Even with the drool mark on your cheek."
You swat at his chest, but he catches your wrist mid-air, pressing a laughing kiss to your palm before finally, finally closing the distance.
"Just one kiss.." he whispered. "After that, we'll clean up and have breakfast."
His lips barely brush against yours, light as a feather, and you almost whimper at the teasing. You reach up to grip the front of his shirt, trying to pull him closer, but he leans just out of reach with a knowing grin.
"Ah-ah." He grabs hold of your wrists, pressing them down against the counter.
Your breath catches as Namjoon pins you in place, the muscles in his arms flexing under the thin material of his T-shirt. His eyes roam your face, his gaze lingering on your wide eyes and parted lips.
He leans forward, bringing his mouth close to your ear, his voice a low murmur that makes a shiver run down your spine. "If I start kissing you properly now, we won't be leaving this bathroom any time soon."
You're torn between wanting to smack him and wanting to melt right then and there. "Maybe I don't care," you manage to retort, proud that your voice doesn't waver.
Namjoon's grip tightens slightly, almost possessive, and it sends another jolt through you. His eyes darken as a smug smile curves his lips. "And as much as I'd love to take you right here against this counter..." He gives your thigh a light squeeze, making you shiver involuntarily. "...Not now."
A huff escapes you at the teasing, but there's no hiding the way your body reacts to his touch. He knows he has this power over you and he uses it shamelessly.
"Fuck you." you grumble, but there's no real heat in your tone. Namjoon chuckles, finally releasing your wrists to step back. He pats your thigh lightly. "Oh, I will."
time skip.
You and Namjoon finally make it to the hiking trail Hobi and Jimin have been raving about, and you have to admit, the view is stunning. Verdant mountains frame an endless blue sky as far as the eye can see, and even though it's a bit humid, the breeze feels refreshing against your skin.
Namjoon lets out a low whistle. "Okay, I'm starting to see why they couldn't shut up about this place. It's incredible."
"Yeah, it really is." You take a moment to just soak in the beauty of the landscape before digging your phone out of your backpack. "I should probably send Hobi and Jimin a picture. They'll never believe we actually made it out of bed."
Namjoon laughs and slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a quick selfie. You take a few shots, trying to capture the breathtaking view behind you.
You send off the pictures with a quick caption to the group chat before putting your phone away and turning your attention back to Namjoon. He's gazing out at the horizon with a thoughtful expression on his face, one arm still slung around your shoulders. You nudge him with an elbow.
"What are you thinking about?" you ask, taking in his contemplative expression.
Namjoon exhales slowly, his grip on your shoulder tightening just a fraction. "How I almost ruined this entire trip over something stupid." His eyes flicker with uncharacteristic vulnerability before he looks back at the view. "I don’t want to waste another second of it arguing with you."
He turns to face you fully, the mountain breeze ruffling his hair. "From now on, let’s just... enjoy it. Together." There’s a quiet intensity in his gaze that makes your breath catch, the same look he gets when he’s composing something important.
Your heart clenches in your chest at the rawness in his voice. You know how hard it is for him to open up, even to you. You step closer, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair in what you hope is a soothing gesture.
"Hey," you say softly, "we've had stupid fights before and we've always made up. This one was just a little longer than usual, that's all."
Namjoon covers your hand with his, leaning into your touch like a cat seeking warmth.
"Yeah, but... I don't know. It just felt different this time." He lets out a humorless laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I guess it made me realize how much I hate fighting with you. And how much I hate going to bed knowing you're pissed at me."
The earnestness in his voice hits you hard, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his waist in a tight hug. He buries his face in your neck, his breath warm on your skin.
"I hate it too," you confess quietly. "I hate not being able to just talk things out like we usually do. It's like... a part of me is missing when we're mad at each other."
Namjoon's arms tighten around you in response, his embrace practically squeezing the air from your lungs. "Me too. It's like this weird emptiness that's... it sucks."
He pulls back just enough to place a soft kiss to your forehead. "Promise me we won't let it happen again. No more dumb arguments without talking it out. No more silent treatments."
You nod fervently, looking up at him with a determined expression. "Promise. No more stupid fights. No more ignoring each other."
Namjoon's expression softens when he sees how serious you are, his gaze searching your features as if he's making sure you mean it. Finally, he leans in and brushes a tender kiss along your jawline before murmuring against your skin.
"Good. I hate it when you give me the silent treatment anyway. Drives me crazy."
You can't help the small grin that spreads across your face at his admission. "Oh, yeah? Does it drive you crazy?"
You reach up to run a hand over his chest, fingers toying with the collar of his shirt in a way you know is more taunting than comforting. Namjoon’s eyes darken ever so slightly, but he doesn’t miss a beat.
"It does,” he says evenly, hands sliding down to grip your waist. “Makes me want to find ways to get your attention back on me."
You try to keep a straight face, but a shiver runs down your spine at his words. Before you can reply, he grips your waist tighter and pulls you closer, his body suddenly flush against yours.
He lowers his voice to a murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. "And when you're all quiet and sulky..." His hands slide under your shirt, fingers tracing light patterns against your bare skin. "God, you look so hot when you're mad."
Your brain practically short-circuits at the sudden contact, the feeling of his hands on your bare skin sending goosebumps across your flesh. You try to scoff, but the breathy sound that comes out only serves to make Namjoon smirk smugly.
"Can we keep walking?" you murmur, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your gut. Namjoon leans down, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear.
Namjoon's grip on your waist tightens, his lips dancing over the skin just below your ear as he lets out a low, smug chuckle.
"Trying to get away, angel?" His fingers lightly skim the waistband of your pants, dipping just below it to brush against the bare skin above your ass.
The sensation makes your knees weak, and you barely bite back a gasp. You're fully aware of how affected you're becoming, but Namjoon is clearly enjoying himself too much to back down.
You try to keep your voice steady as you speak, but your words come out as a breathy whisper. "We're in public, Joon."
Namjoon's hands slide completely under your shirt, his palms flattening against your stomach as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder. His breath is hot against your neck.
"We're in the middle of the mountains, no one's around." His hands slide higher, grazing your ribs. You swear you feel his lips curling into a smirk against your skin.
But despite the heat flaring in your gut, you try to keep a grip on rational thinking. "Someone could see us."
Namjoon seems unconcerned, his hands still exploring under your shirt, his fingers teasing the underside of your bra. His voice is a deep rumble in your ear. "Then let them see." He brushes your skin with the barest graze of his knuckles, sending electricity pulsing through your core. "Fuck, this sports shorts..."
You swallow hard, trying to get a handle on your breathing as Namjoon toys with the waistband of your shorts. It's getting increasingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. You grab his wrists in a futile attempt to stop his hands from wandering. "I don't want anyone to see us."
Namjoon huffs, clearly amused by your feeble attempts to stop him. He nuzzles his face into your neck once more, his lips grazing your sensitive skin. "So you want me to stop?" His hands still, lingering just above your waistband.
His voice is low and taunting, but you know Namjoon well enough to know he's testing your resolve.
Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, torn between the thrill of the danger of getting caught and the desire coursing through your veins. But you manage to force out a reply. "Yes. We’re in public." You turn your head slightly to glare at him.
Namjoon's hands slide back up to your sides, fingers grazing your ribs through your shirt. He sighs disappointedly but there's a hint of a smirk on his face. "Fine, if you say so."
You try to regain some semblance of composure, straightening your shirt where it's rumpled from Namjoon's wandering hands. You ignore the throbbing ache between your legs, willing it to go away. "We should keep going." You can't quite keep the huskiness out of your voice.
Namjoon's grin widens, clearly pleased with the effect he has on you. But he obediently steps back, the glint in his eyes showing he's far from finished with you.
"Lead the way, angel.”
You can feel his gaze burning into your back as you start walking again, the air thick with palpable tension. You keep your eyes straight ahead, determined not to let him see how flustered you are. And yet, you can’t help the way your steps falter occasionally, your mind buzzing with memories of Namjoon's hands on your stomach, your waist, your chest.
The silence between you is charged, the sound of your feet against the gravel the only thing cutting through the tension.
The walk seems to stretch on for ages, each step a painful reminder of the desire coursing through your veins. But you refuse to look back at Namjoon, knowing that one look in his eyes would be enough to shatter your resolve.
After what feels like an eternity, Namjoon finally breaks the silence, his voice cutting through the air like a gunshot.
"You alright back there, sweetheart?" His tone is casual, almost innocent, as if he hadn't just reduced you to a mess a few minutes ago. You try to keep your reply nonchalant, even though your heart is beating out of your chest.
"I’m fine, why do you ask?" You don't dare look back at him but you can feel the heat of his gaze boring into your back.
Namjoon lets out a low, knowing chuckle, but he keeps his voice light. "Just checking. You've been pretty quiet."
You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to snap back and tell him exactly what he’s doing to you. Instead, you force out a scoff. "Can't a person enjoy the scenery in peace?"
Namjoon's footsteps quicken, closing the distance between you. "Oh, you're enjoying the scenery, huh?" His tone is low and amused. The smug bastard seems to be having way too much fun with this.
You can feel his presence right behind you, the heat radiating from his body making you shiver.
"Yeah, the mountains are beautiful." You manage to get the words out without your voice cracking, though it's a wonder considering how dry your throat suddenly is.
Namjoon's hand brushes against the small of your back, the touch almost scorching even through the fabric of your shirt. You inhale sharply, his proximity making it impossible to think straight.
His voice is barely above a whisper, right by your ear. "They are, but I think I prefer something else right now."
His other hand finds its way to your hip, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm against your neck. "You say we're in public... but I remember you said you wanted to try exhibitionism."
Your brain stutters for a second, struggling to process his words past the fog of desire clouding your thoughts. You remember that conversation, but you never expected Namjoon of all people to bring it up.
His grip on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your skin. His chest is pressed against your back, and you can feel his rapid heartbeat matched with your own.
His next words are more than a little smug. "You're thinking about it, right? Admit it."
You swallow hard, torn between the urge to give in to the fire burning in your core and the knowledge that anyone could see you right now.
"...Maybe." You reply grudgingly, your voice coming out breathy betraying your efforts to keep a level tone.
Namjoon's hands slide under your shirt again, hot against your skin. His mouth brushes the shell of your ear. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His hands slide higher, thumbs grazing the underside of your bra. "Being out here, out in the open. Anyone could see us." His hips grind against your ass and you can feel his growing hardness pressing into you. "Anyone could see how affected you are."
You can't stop the moan that escapes your lips at the sensation, hips bucking helplessly back against his.
The feeling of him, hard against your ass makes your legs weak, and you stumble forward a little. Namjoon's hand on your waist steadies you, his grip firm.
His nose brushes the sensitive skin of your neck, a quiet laugh against your ear. "I was right, huh?" He sounds far too self-s satisfied, knowing exactly what he’s doing to you.
His hands slide higher, palming your breasts through your bra. "Tell me angel."
Your mind is swimming, the feel of Namjoon's hands on your nipple making you squirm. But you manage to bite back another moan.
"Maybe." You repeat, your voice cracking at the end.
Namjoon's hands leave your breasts, sliding back down to your waist. His hands feel almost possessive gripped on your hips.
"No, no, no." He tsks, his hands tightening the grip. "I think we should try being more honest with each other, don’t you agree?" His thumbs dig into your hip bones. "Be honest with me."
Your mind is too overwhelmed to come up with a sassy reply. So, instead you nod, trying to find the will to speak without moaning.
"Yes." You manage to choke out.
Namjoon's hands trail over your stomach, his touch lighting up every nerve in your body.
"Good girl." His voice is a low purr in your ear, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "Now tell me... what are you thinking about right now?" He gives your shorts a tug, pushing them lower on your hips.
The feeling of the fabric sliding over your skin sends a shiver through you, the night air suddenly feeling cool against your overheated skin. You let out an involuntary gasp, feeling the goosebumps rise all over your body. Your brain struggles to form a coherent thought.
"I'm... I'm thinking..." You struggle to speak, feeling your shorts being pushed halfway down your thighs.
Namjoon's hands slide back over the bare skin of your ass, squeezing possessively. His voice is a low murmur against your neck.
"I am listening angel." he murmured.
You can barely form a sentence without moaning, your brain hazy with want.
"I'm thinking that... that someone... could see us." You manage to gasp out. Namjoon's hands still on your hips, his fingers twitching against your skin. "And fuck.. that makes me so wet.."
You can almost feel the smug smirk against your neck.
"Good, we’re being honest with each other." His hands slide lower, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties. "Keep talking."
You have to concentrate to keep your knees from buckling, your legs shaking as Namjoon's hands pull your soaked underwear down your thighs.
"I'm... I'm thinking that.. " you whispered.
Namjoon's fingers trail teasingly up the inner part of your thigh, his words almost a taunt against your ear.
"Use that dirty mouth of yours, baby."
You can't stop the soft whine at his fingers barely grazing over your clit. Your hips try to grind down on his fingers for some relief, but his other hand grips your hip, holding you still. "Fuck..” you breathe out helplessly.
You can feel Namjoon's smile against your neck. "You're dripping." He murmards, fingers brushing against your folds. "Just look at you. Such a mess already.." His fingers slide through your folds with ease, teasing your opening.
His voice lowers into a growl, low enough not to carry. "Tell me baby, you like this right? out here in the open, where anyone could see us, where you're so exposed... so free."
Your legs feel weak, your whole body trembling as Namjoon's fingers toy with your slit. You clench your eyes shut, focusing on the sensations.
"God... Yes." You whine, your voice already breaking. "I liked it."
Namjoon's fingers withdraw from your soaked folds, and you can hear the sound of his zipper being undone. "Turn around."
You obey immediately, turning around to face him. Your eyes rake over his face, taking in his flushed cheeks and the way his jaw clenches. His eyes dart behind you for a split second, looking at something behind you.
His hands grip your thigh, the roughness of his palms sending shivers up to your core. "Bend over."
It's an order, and you obey eagerly, leaning forward to grip your hands against the rough bark of the tree in front of you. Your legs feel like mush almost immediately, but you manage to stay put.
Namjoon stands behind you, his hand running up your leg. “Spread them more.” His voice is dark and commanding. Your legs move, spreading further apart.
You hear the sound of Namjoon spitting, and a moment later, the head of his cock prods against your leaking slit. You let out a gasp, feeling him press against your entrance, just barely spreading you.
"You're so wet." Namjoon lets out a low groan.
You whine at that, unable to deny his words, but before you can reply, he pushes inside of you with a powerful thrust. Your moan echoes through the night air, the sudden stretch of your walls around him making your hands grip the bark of the tree tightly.
The feel of him inside of you is overwhelming, and you try to muffle your mewls in your sleeve, your legs almost giving out. You feel his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh, keeping you upright.
He starts a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and hard. He leans forward, covering your body with his, his chest pressing against your back. He growls near your ear, voice low and rough. "You'd let me do anything. I could bend- Oh fuck, someone is coming."
Your body freezes, dread sinking like a stone in your stomach. You manage to peek over your shoulder, not able to see anything from this angle. Someone is nearby. Your heart hammers against your ribcage, your whole body tense.
But Namjoon holds you in place, not slowing his pace for a second.
His hands grip your waist, keeping you pressed against the tree as he continues to piston his hip, not giving you a chance to adjust to the new angle. "They're coming closer."
You can hear the steady crunch of footsteps on the gravel trail, moving closer to you guys. You try to pull away, but Namjoon holds you firmly. "Shhhh."
His hand clamps over your mouth, effectively muffling your moans as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You can't make out the conversation, but you can hear the deep timbre of a male voice and a soft laugh.
Namjoon doesn't slow down for a second, his pace unrelenting as the voices get louder.
The voices draw closer, and you can make out the words of the men's conversation now. It's two guys, seemingly lost and trying to find their way to the parking lot. They're only a few meters away, on the other side of the tree you're pressed against. They turned the corner now, and they see you.
Your body goes taut as you watch the two guys notice the two of you, their conversation faltering and then stopping entirely. They stand there, frozen in surprise. Your body shudders helplessly, the adrenaline coursing through your body.
Namjoon doesn't stop his movements, not even now that the men are standing just a few feet away from you.
Their eyes go wide, and you can see one of them nudge the other, whispering something. Their gazes are firmly locked on you and Namjoon.
Namjoon he leans over you, voice rough in your ear. "Look at their eyes."
You take a peek over your shoulder in their direction, and sure enough, the two guys' eyes are locked on you. You can see their Adam's apple bob as they swallow.
One of them opens his mouth, as if to speak, but whatever words he was going to say seem to get lodged in his throat.
"They want you baby. They want to be me." Namjoon murmured, his pace still consistent as the men gawk at you.
You can see one of them move awkwardly, as if trying to adjust his pants. You bite down on your lip, the heat in your stomach growing as their gaze roams over your body.
"Yeah, that one there. He can't take his eyes off you." Namjoon huffs a laugh, sounding almost amused.
One of them is definitely still staring at you, his eyes locked on your legs.The other one has now noticed, too, staring at the two of you with open interest. It's one thing thinking someone could stumble upon you, but the fact that they're watching you?
Namjoon lets out a low, possessive growl in your ear. "They're staring at you angel." He bites down on your neck playfully, and you barely suppress a gasp.
The two men continue staring, mouths open as they take in the scene in front of them. One of them whispers something to the other. You can't make out the words, but you can tell they're both enthralled by the show.
Namjoon's hands grip your hips tighter, possessively. "They're not even trying to look away. What do you think they're thinking right now, sweetheart?"
You can practically feel their gazes burning into your back.
Your heart is hammering in your chest, the mixed emotions inside of you almost overwhelming.
"God... They're still watching." You choke out, your voice hoarse.
Namjoon's fingers dig into your skin possessively. "Yeah, they are. Because that's all they can do—watch." He punctuates each word with another deep thrust.
One of the men lowers his hand to his pants, trying to adjust the bulge in them.
You swallow hard, watching as the man's hand lingers for a second longer than necessary. He looks away when he realizes you're watching.
Namjoon's voice is smug against your ear. "He's hard, just for you."
Sure enough, the other man's hand has drifted down to his pants now, trying to do the same as his friend.
Your body is taut as a bowstring, the situation both mortifying and exhilarating. "Are they.. are they touching themselves?" You manage to whisper.
Namjoon's hands tighten on you. "Yeah, they do." The roughness in his voice tells you all you need to know about how he feels.
The two guys are still standing there, unmoving. The first one drops his hand down again, palming himself through his pants again.
Namjoon lets out a low growl, the possessiveness in his tone all the more apparent now.
"They want you more than anything right now, don't they?" He pulls you back, making you take more of him.
You nod desperately, words eluding you. The men seem to be transfixed, their eyes glued to your body. The first one gives up, his hand rubbing his bulge shamelessly now.
Namjoon lets out a low laugh, the smug satisfaction evident in his voice. "They can't help themselves." He thrusts into you harder, the roughness of his voice betraying his control slipping.
Your eyes are still locked with the second guy, his hand now mimicking his friend. His eyes are dark, and you swear you can see his tongue dart out to lick his lips. You let out a strangled gasp. "Oh god, they're... Oh god."
Namjoon lets out another growt, hands gripping at your waist possessively. "Yeah, look at them. You drive them crazy, angel. I bet they'd do anything to be in my place right now." His voice is rough but reverent.
The second guy is practically undoing his pants now, his hand visibly squeezing his bulge. You can feel yourself dripping around Namjoon's cock, the thought of them watching you making you clamp down around him.
You're starting to lose control of your body, hips bucking involuntarily against Namjoon's. You're on the edge of coming.
A low, guttural sound rumbles from Namjoon's chest. His hands hold you in place, almost possessively. "They want you so badly. They'd give anything to touch you, to be inside you."
You can't stop your head from rolling back on his shoulder, your hand moving to grip his thigh. "Oh god... They look... So good."
The man's other hand is squeezing the base of his cock now, the veins on his forearm standing out. His eyes dart back up to yours, and the sight of him sends a shiver up your spine. His chest heaves as if he's panting. He stares at you for a few seconds before looking away again.
Namjoon's voice drops to a deep growl in your ear. "They're desperate, angel. Desperate." He punctuates the last word with a hard thrust. "They're aching for you."
You moan aloud, no longer caring if they hear you. The man's breaths are getting heavier, his hand moving faster. "Oh god." You breathe out, struggling to stay upright.
Namjoon's hands grip your hips tightly, possessively. "Yeah, they're desperate for you. All they can do is watch you get filled over and over again, getting what they'll never have." His voice is rough, possessive. "Because you're mine."
Those words send a shiver down your spine, making you clench around his cock even tighter. The guy's hand jerks faster, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Oh god, Namjoon... " you manage to gasp out. You can feel his grip on your hips tighten to almost painful levels at your words.
Namjoon's pace is relentless, his grip on your hips unyielding. "Yeah, angel?" He pants out, voice low and rough. "You close?"
You nod desperately, your hips bucking against him. The tension in your stomach is almost unbearable. "God, yes. I'm close." You manage to get out.
The guy lets out a strangled noise, his hips twitching with each stroke. His eyes are locked on you, almost glazed over.
You can feel Namjoon's grip on you tighten possessively. "Yeah? You gonna come for me, baby?" He whispers in your ear, voice rough and uneven. He leans forward slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts.
Your eyes flutter closed, your fingers clawing at the tree trunk in front of you. "Oh god, yes. I'm gonna come." You manage to gasp out in a whimper.
The guy is now letting out breathy moans, his hand working faster and faster. His eyes are locked on your face, almost pleading.
Namjoon's grip on your waist is almost bruising as he increases his pace, his thrusts growing more erratic. "Yeah, come for me, angel. Let them hear you." His voice is raspy, rough with desire.
Your head rolls back on his shoulder, your neck exposed and bared to him. "Oh gods, I'm coming." You moan out, your voice echoing through the night air.
The guy's hands move away from his cock, clenching into fists at his sides. He lets out a low, strangled sound, looking close to tears. His eyes are still locked on you, watching.
Namjoon lets out a deep groan at your words, his hands holding you in place. "Oh, God, you're so good to me." He pants out, voice rough and uneven. "That's it, come for me."
Your body is wound up so tight, and the sight of the man's desperation sends you over the edge. You come with a gasp, legs shaking wildly as the orgasm washes over you. It takes all of Namjoon's strength to keep you upright, his hands gripping your hips.
Your knees almost give out, your body going limp against Namjoon's chest. His hands hold you up, his grip on your hips a little painful.
"Good girl." He murmurs, his mouth against your ear.
You're still trying to catch your breath, your body wrung out and boneless. You can feel Namjoon's rapid heartbeat against your back, his body trembling ever so slightly.
You slowly turn your head, making eye contact with the second guy. He looks wrecked, his breathing heavy and raspy.
His eyes are still locked on you, his gaze dark and intense. But he doesn't move, his body taunt like a bowstring.
You hear Namjoon chuckle darkly behind you."Your fantasy comes to life angel."
Your mind is a mess, still reeling from your orgasm. You struggle to form coherent thoughts, your face heating up under the guys gaze.
"Oh god." You murmur, burying your face in Namjoon's neck. He lets out a low laugh against your ear, his grip on your hips tightening possessively.
"They left. Look at me angel. " Namjoon murmurs, pressing a soft kiss top of your head.
You lift your head up, still feeling a little dizzy. Your neck is still slightly sore from Namjoon's grip.
You look around, and sure enough the two guys are nowhere to be found.
Namjoon leans forward, his chin resting on your shoulder. "So how was that, sweetheart?" He asks, voice nonchalant.
You're still trying to process what happened, trying to control your breathing.
"Surreal." You manage to say, your mind conjuring up the image of the two men watching you. "That was... insane."
Namjoon lets out a low chuckle, his breath hot against your neck. "Surreal huh? Did you enjoy it?"
His hands slide up your waist, his fingers tracing patterns over your shirt.
"I did.. You?" you murmured
He presses a lingering kiss to the sensitive skin just below your ear. "You want the honest answer angel?" He murmurs against your neck.
You shiver at the sensation, goosebumps running down your spine. "Yeah." You murmur, still trying to regain control over your breathing.
His hands continue to roam over your body, seemingly unable to keep them to himself. "Then, I loved it." He murmured, voice smug. "I loved the way they were looking at you, how desperate they were. But most of all..."
You can't help but shiver as his hands grip your hips possessively again. "Yeah?" You whisper, your mind still reeling from everything that just happened. "Most of all?"
Namjoon's mouth brushes against the shell of your ear, his voice low and rough. "I loved the fact that they'll never have what I have.." His hands give your hips a squeeze. "You."
time skip.
You're lounging on loby, mindlessly scrolling through your phone with your friend. Namjoon is out with his friends.
"Hey." Your friend Minsoo says suddenly, catching your attention. "Is it just me or have Namjoon's friends always been lowkey hot? Like Jimin.. Fuck I wish he fuck me."
You nearly choke on your ice cold water, your phone dropping to your lap. "What?" You sputter out, trying to process her words. She's not wrong. "Jimin? Since when?" you laughed.
Minsoo rolls her eyes, a smirk playing at her lips.
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed." She crosses her legs, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I've always had a thing for him. Ever since I first met him. He's just so… Ugh." She lets out a sigh, fanning herself dramatically. "He's so hot."
You raise an eyebrow, a grin spreading across your face. "I didn't know you had a crush on him."
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, shaking her head.
"Don't get that smug look on your face." She huffs. "I've had a thing for him since you introduced us."
Your smirk widens. "Well, well, well look at that."
Minsoo playfully swats at your shoulder. "Shut up." She huffs, a hint of pink spreading across her cheeks. "It's not a big deal."
You can't help but chuckled, shaking your head. "It is a big deal if you've had a crush on him forever and never said anything."
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, a defensive edge to her voice. "What's the point of saying anything? He's your boyfriend's friend. You know how weird friendships can get when feelings are involved."
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. "Not really. My and Namjoon's friendship didn't change at al—"
She interrupts you. "No offense, but you two were practically made for each other."
You can’t argue with that. It's a fact. But still, you can't help but poke at Jill just a little bit more.
"But Jimin could still be interested in you." You can't help but tease.
Minsoo scoffs, shaking her head. "I seriously doubt it. Have you seen the guy? He's gorgeous. He could have any girl he wants."
You laugh at Minsoo's self-deprecating comment, shaking your head. "He is gorgeous. But I think you're underestimating yourself."
She looks at you skeptically. "Oh really?" Sarcasm laces her voice.
You nod, leaning back against the couch. "I'm being serious. You're pretty, smart, funny, and you're successful. He'd be stupid not to be interested in you."
Minsoo huffs, trying to downplay it. "It's easy for you to say, your boyfriend is literally a god among men."
You can't help but smile at the compliment. But you also can't resist the opportunity to needle your friend a little more. "You have a point. But Jimin could still be into you, ya know?"
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, but a small smile plays at the edge of her lips. "Let a girl dream, okay?"
You laugh, shaking your head at Jill's stubbornness.
"You're missing my point, Minsoo. It's not just about looks or successes. It's about what you can offer." You say softly.
"You're smart, witty, funny. You have a heart of gold. Those are things he can't just find anywhere."
Your friend lets out a sigh, her defenses seeming to lower slightly. "But what if I'm not his type?"
You can't help but roll your eyes at Jill's insecurities. "Minsoo, who cares about types? Types are stupid."
She looks at you skeptically. "You're only saying that because Namjoon is basically your ideal type."
You shrug, a small smile playing at your lips. "True. But I didn't fall for him because he fit my type. I fell for him because he's him."
Jill sigh, still unconvinced. "God, you're such a sap."
You throw a pillow at her, laughing. "And you're such a cynic."
She dodges the pillow easily, sticking out her tongue at you. "I'm just realistic."
You let out an exaggerated huff, crossing your arms. "Realistic my ass. oh perfect fucking timing. They're coming, I can hear them."
Minsoo's expression changes instantly, her eyes widening and her body going tense. She smoothens out her clothes, running a hand through her hair.
"Oh god, I look like a mess." She mutters, trying to fix her disheveled appearance.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "You always say that." You murmur.
Minsoo shoots you a panicked glare. "This time I actually do." She says frantically.
The sound of Namjoon’s deep voice echoing through the foyer suddenly fills the space. Minsoo instantly straightens up, trying to look composed.
You can hear the rest of the guys laughing and chattering but Namjoon's voice stands out the most, your heart skipping a beat as usual. Minsoo is practically vibrating next to you.
"I look fine right? I don't look like I just rolled out of bed or anything right?" She asks, still attempting to fix her hair.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. "You look fine. You're overthinking."
Minsoo doesn't seem convinced, still messing with her hair. "I should've worn something fancier. I look so basic."
You roll your eyes again. "You look great. Stop being ridiculous."
Namjoon and Jimin walk into the lobby. Minsoo immediately goes stiff, her cheeks turning a bright red as Jimin’s eyes land on her.
"Hello beautiful ladies." Namjoon murmured and smiled.
Minsoo is practically malfunctioning next to you, her eyes locked on Jimin. "Hi." She croaked out. You have to resist the urge to facepalm.
You exchange a glance with Namjoon, trying to hide your smirk. He raises his eyebrow slightly, clearly finding the situation amusing.
"I am so sorry Jill. It’s okay if we leave you alone with Jimin, right? We need to go back to the room with Y/N." Namjoon smiled.
Minsoo's eyes flickered away from Jimin to Namjoon, her face red.
"Y-yeah, it’s fine." She stutters out, still avoiding eye contact with Jimin. You exchange another glance with Namjoon, this time unable to hold back your smirk. He gives you a subtle nod, clearly enjoying the situation.
Namjoon wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.
"Great. I'm going to borrow her, then." He murmured.
Jimin's eyes flicker to Namjoon's hand on your waist, a flicker of something unrecognizable crossing his face for just a split second. He quickly schooled his expression, turning back to Minsoo.
Minsoo manages to drag her gaze back to Jimin, her cheeks still flushed. She tries to summon a casual tone but fails miserably.
"S-sure, go ahead." She manages to squeak out.
Namjoon nods, then steers you away from the couches, hand still possessively on your waist.
As you walk away, you can feel Jimin's eyes on your back, and you can practically feel the tension between him and Minsoo from the distance.
Namjoon guides you down the long corridor, his grip relaxed but still possessively on your waist. He glances at your face, a smug smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Lets go baby." he murmured.
You try to act nonchalant, but you can't help the way your heart races as Namjoon’s hand rests possessively on your waist, the weight of it both comforting and exhilarating. You shoot him a sidelong glance, trying to appear unaffected.
"Going somewhere?" you ask casually, though the effect is ruined by the breathiness of your voice.
Namjoon doesn’t miss the hitch in your voice, his smirk growing wider.
"Just taking you private pool." His hand slides lower, possessively grabbing your hip, pulling you a little closer.
Your heart skips a beat in your chest, the possessiveness in his grip making your knees feel weak. You clear your throat, trying to hide the effect his touch has on you.
"Private pool, huh?" You murmur, feigning disinterest.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, the smug smirk still on his face. He stops in front of a door, turning to face you. His hand on your hip tugs you even closer, leaving barely any space between your bodies. "I hope you're wearing your bikini."
Your heart is pounding now, his proximity making it hard to think straight. You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence as his fingers dig into your hip possessively.
"Yeah, I am." You manage to get out, your words coming out breathy.
His other hand reaches up to push a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your earlobe. His thumb brushes against your neck, feeling the rapid pulse throbbing beneath your skin. His gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips, a smug glint in his eyes.
"Good, cause I have a feeling it won't stay on for long."
He lets go of you and opens the door, revealing the private pool.
You try to regain control of your hammering heart, stepping inside the room. The pool is lit up by the bright moonlight filtering through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room.
Namjoon follows you in, closing the door behind him with a click. The sound echoes through the room, and you feel goosebumps break out on your skin.
Namjoon's eyes on you are heavy, his gaze scorching hot. You can feel his eyes roving over your body, burning through your clothes. He steps closer, closing the distance between you. His hand reaches out, fingers grazing your waist. His touch sends a jolt through you, goosebumps erupting on your skin.
"Let me take it off this shirt." he murmured
Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers slide under your shirt, his hands skimming along the bare skin of your waist. His fingers move higher, grazing the sides of your breasts, his touch sending shivers up your spine.
You nod, your mouth dry, unable to form words. Namjoon's hands slide up your body, gripping the hem of your shirt and peeling it off.
You stand there in your bikini, feeling exposed under his intense gaze. Namjoon's eyes rake over your body, a possessive heat in his eyes.
Namjoon's fingers trail over your belly, his eyes following the path his fingers take. He steps even closer, his body pressed up against yours. His hand moves up, over the swell of your breasts, fingers grazing over your skin. His touch is tantalizing, barely there, and it's driving you crazy.
"Let's dive in baby," he murmured. ''Come on.''
Your heart is pounding in your chest, your skin burning from the intensity of his touch. You nod, unable to form words, and let him lead you to the pool. The cool water feels good against your overheated skin as you step into the pool, the water reaching your waist. Namjoon follows suit, the water splashing around you.
''Cold?'' he murmured.
You shiver, the sudden drop in temperature a shock to your overheated skin.
"Yeah, a little." You reply, your voice trembling slightly.
Namjoon smirks, stepping closer to you. He places his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him.
"You'll warm up, don't worry." He murmured, his hands sliding over your back, pulling you flush against his chest.
Your breasts press against his chest, your skin sliding against his.
His arms wrap around you, holding you close. His hands slide up your back, his fingertips gliding over your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. His fingers find the strings of your bikini.
His fingers deftly untie the strings, the top of your bikini falling away and leaving your breasts exposed to him.
Your nipples harden in the cool air, your breath hitching in your chest. He cups your breasts in his hands, squeezing them.
A moan escapes your lips as he cups your breasts, his hands rough but gentle. His fingers teasingly graze your nipples, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. They pebble under his touch, your nipples stiffening.
“God, you’re perfect.” He murmured, his fingers continuing to tease your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
Your legs spread instinctively, making room for him as he places himself between your thighs. His hands slide down your thighs, squeezing your flesh. He grabs your bikini bottom, pulling it to the side.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, your hands gripping his arms for support. His fingers pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He lifts you up. You sit down on the edge of the pool.
"Spit on my hand baby." he murmured.
You nod, reaching down and collecting saliva in your mouth. You then spit into his waiting hand, your face flushing red at the dirty act. He smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Good girl." He murmured, his hand moving down to his shorts.
His fingers grip the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. There's already a bead of precum forming at the tip, and he uses your spit to slide his hand up and down his length. He lets out a low groan, his eyes locking with yours.
He keeps his eyes on you, his hand working himself. The sight is mesmerizing, his cock hard and thick in his hand. He lets out a low groan.
"You make me so hard." He murmured, his hand tightening around the base of his cock.
You can only watch, your mouth dry, mesmerized by the sight of him. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your legs spreading wider. You're so close, you can almost feel how hard he is, how hot and hard he is for you.
You reach out, your hand grazing over his cock. He lets out a groan, his head falling back at the slightest touch.
“God….” he moaned. "Need you."
His grip on his cock tightens, his breaths coming in quick pants. His eyes lock on yours, dark with desire. "Get in the pool."
You swallow hard, your throat dry. You nod, getting up from the edge of the pool. You step into the water, the cool liquid embracing your body.
Namjoon follows close behind, his hands immediately finding your waist. He pulls you to the shallow side of the pool, pressing your back against the edge. The roughness against your skin makes you shiver.
Without a word, he pulls you up, wrapping your legs around him. He holds you up against the edge, his hands gripping your ass.
"Hold on." He murmured.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your grip tight. He hikes you up higher, aligning his cock with your entrance. And then, with one swift thrust, he slides into you.
Your head falls back against the edge of the pool, a gasp falling from your lips. He fills you up completely
He lifts his head up, his eyes dark with desire. He takes your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth. He swallows your moans, his hands moving to the back of your head to hold you in place. His hip snaps up, hitting that spot deep inside you.
Your back arches, your thighs clenching around him. You claw at his back, the pleasure coursing through you almost overwhelming. It’s intense. You pull away from his mouth, your breaths coming in short pants. He doesn’t stop his movements, his pace relentless.
“Too good." You gasp out.
He lets out a guttural groan, your words sending shivers down his spine.
“Yeah? You like that? Like how I’m filling you up?” he murmured.
Your nod, unable to form words as he continues to move inside of you. He’s hitting that spot each time, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time. His pace is relentless
"Yeah, god, want you.. all of you…. god, more." You gasp out, the words just a jumble of moans and pleads.
“Yeah baby?” He murmured, his grip on your hips almost bruising.
"You want more?” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust. “Is this not enough for you?” He asks, his tone low and rough. “Or do you want me to give you everything I’ve got?"
His words go straight to your core, his grip, and the roughness of his tone sending shivers down your spine. Your nails dig into his back, trying to hold on.
"Everything," you beg. "Everything, please."
He lets out a deep growl, his movements growing more urgent. He pushes deeper, harder, the pressure building up inside of you. It’s too much, too much, but not enough.
He leans forward, his head dropping to your ear.
“You want everything, huh?” he murmured. “Turn around."
You nod, your body too weak to do anything else. You turn around, your hands gripping the edge of the pool. Namjoon doesn’t waste any time. He grabs your hips, pulling you back towards him.
Without any warning, he slams into you from behind. You let out a strangled cry, your fingers scrabbling for purchase against the edge of the pool. He sets a ruthless pace, his hands holding you in place.
His hips slam into yours with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the pool.
Your body is completely at his mercy, the pleasure too intense to process. His grip is bruising on your hips, holding you in place. And yet, you want more. You push back on him, desperate for more.
“You wanted everything,” he murmured. “You’re getting it.”
His words are like a switch, turning you into a wanton mess under him.
He leans over you, his chest pressed against your back. His hands slide up your waist, trailing up your body to your breasts. He cups them in his hands, squeezing them roughly.
“You like that, huh?” He murmured, his fingers pinching hard on your nipples. “Like how I’m using you.”
You can only moaned in response, the roughness of the edge of the pool against your chest adding another layer of sensation. The water splashes around you, the sound echoing in the room. You can feel him everywhere, inside you, behind you, all over you.
It’s too much and you’re going to lose it soon
“Oh god, I’’m gonna- ah-“ you cry out.
His hand shoots up, grabbing your jaw and turning your head to the side. His mouth crashes into yours, his tongue invading your mouth. Your hands come up, grasping at his hair as he kisses you.
His tongue muffles your moans, but they were just replaced by the sound of the water sloshing around you as he continues to pound into your from behind. It fills the silence, his hips pushing against your ass, his skin sliding your skin..
You pull away from his mouth gasping for air, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.
“Not yet.” He murmured, his hands tight around your waist.
His pace is brutal, his hips slams into yours with a force that sends waves of pleasure through you. He’s gripping you like his life depends on it and you feel like you’re going to break. But you wanted this.
"You asked for this, didn’t you? You wanted me to give you everything." He murmured, his voice low and rough in your ear.
You nod, unable to form any words.You feel him thicken inside you, his pace picking up even more. He’s close, you can tell by the way he’s panting in your ear. And yet he doesn’t stop.
“Open your mouth baby.” He murmured, and you clench around him at his words.
You part your lips, opening your mouth obediently. His fingers slide into your mouth, filling it up. You suck on them, your tongue swirling around them as if it was his cock. You moan around his fingers, your tongue swirling around them. It’s filthy. It’s dirty.
"God," he growled, his fingers still in your mouth. "You need your mouth full don’t you? You need something to keep you full."
And then, just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, you feel him slide a third finger into your mouth, filling your mouth even further.
You moaned around his fingers, the sounds coming out muffled and obscene. You could feel your clit twitch and throb at his words. You needed him everywhere, you needed more. You tried to push back against him, your body crying out for more, for release.
“God, you’re so loud.” He groaned. “You’re going to get us caugh. Do you want someone to watch you again? huh?"
His hand moved to your jaw, tilting your face up, forcing you to look ahead. And there, in the far corner of the room, was a mirror.
You could see everything. You couldn’t look away. You could see the way you were bent over, your back arched and your ass up in the air. You could see his hips slamming into you from behind, the way his cock was covered in your juices.
You could see his face, dark and almost feral as he stares back at the mirror, his eyes fixed on yours face. Your face burned with humiliation and it only turned you on even more to see yourself like this.
“Seeing this turns you on, doesn’t it?” He murmured in your ear. "seeing yourself like this." Your hands scratched at the edge of the pool, your mind going blank as the pressure built up inside you.
His fingers pull out of your mouth, leaving you panting and gasping for air. His hands settle on your hips again, his grip tight as he pounds into you from behind. You could feel his balls slapping against your clit, the sensation driving you insane.
”God I’m close,” he groaned, his pace becoming even more unforgiving. His fingers dig into your hips, his hands holding you in place. You could feel him grow even harder inside you, the pressure almost too much to bear.
“Me too,” you managed to gasp out, your voice wrecked.
"You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you, huh? Take every last drop." He murmured, his pace becoming even more relentless. "God, fill you up so pretty. " he murmured, his grip on you tightening. "Come with me."
And with that, you’re tipped over the edge. A loud moan tears through your throat as your orgasm hits you, your body trembling and clenching around him.
He lets out a low groan, his fingers digging even deeper as he follows close behind. His hips still as he fills you up. His hand clenches around your jaw, “You’re so good to me, baby." He murmured. A shiver ran through your body as his words sunk in, your skin on fire from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you.
You collapse boneless on top of the edge of the pool, you panting for air. Namjoon slips out of you, leaving you feeling empty and drained. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. His chest is resting on your back, his breaths coming in short pants against your skin. No one says anything for several moments. The only sounds in the room were the soft slapping of the water, as it splashes around you, and the sound of your uneven breaths.
Then, finally, Namjoon lets out a low groan and straightens up. You feel his hands on your waist, turning you around to face him. You look up at him, and finds him looking down at you with a small smile on his face. His hair is messy, sticking to his forehead in damp clumps. His cheeks are tinged red, his lips red and slightly swollen. He looked absolutely wrecked. You’ve probably looked worse.
He reaches one hand out, pushing your hair out of your face. His hand cups your chin, tilting your face up. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"You okay, angel?" He murmured, his hands running up and down your arms. You nod, unable to form words still. He smiles at you, his other hand reaching down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Told you you'd warm up." He murmured, his grin turning smug. He reaches down, lifting you up bridal style. You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling too boneless to protest.
“You’re terrible, that was so dirty.” You groaned, burying your face into his neck. Your legs still felt week, your legs still shaking around his waist.
He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Just the way you like it, baby.” He murmured. He steps out of the pool, his arms still holding you up. The cool nighttime air hits your heated skin, causing goosebumps to pepper your skin. Namjoon lets out a low whistle at the sight of your naked body.
He carries you over to a nearby bench, sitting you down gently. He kneels down between your thighs, his hands running up and down your legs, chasing away the cold.
“You good? Need an ice pack for that perfect ass?” he murmured jokingly.
You laugh, shaking your head. "God no." You murmur, still feeling too boneless to move.
Namjoon chuckles, his hands still running up and down your legs, warming you up. He stands up, picking up your discarded bikini top from the ground. He hands it to you, a small smirk on his face.
You groan, reaching out to take the bikini from him. You put it back on, struggling a bit to hook it back together. Namjoon watches you with amusement, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin as you fumble with the straps.
He chuckles, his hands sliding up your back to help you put the top on properly. His fingers graze your back as he hooks up the straps, sending goosebumps erupting over your skin.
“You’re so cute, it’s almost painful.” He murmured, reaching out to help you when you struggled with the strap, his fingers grazing your skin.
You stick your tongue out at him, trying to hide the fact that you were secretly preening at his words.
“Fuck off.” You huffed.
“So rude.” He murmured.
You roll your eyes, trying to act nonchalant. “You love me.” You murmur, your breath hitching in your chest as his fingers trail over your skin. He chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.
“Damn right I do.” He murmured against your skin.
Something about the way he said it, the possessiveness in his tone, has your stomach doing flips. You try to shake off the feeling as Namjoon sits down next to you on the bench.
“Come here.” He murmured, reaching out to pull you onto his lap. "Hug me."
You let out a small 'oomph' as he pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck like usual.
Namjoon lets out a satisfied hum, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence, his fingers running up and down your back, tracing your spine.
After a few moments, Namjoon speaks up. “I hope we didn’t traumatize anyone.” He murmured. His tone is light, a hint of humor underlying his words.
You let out a small chuckle, lifting your head from his neck to look at him. "You know we did." You joked.
Namjoon lets out a low chuckle. "I love you, angel." He murmured, his hands running up and down your back.
You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. "I love you too." You murmur against his skin. His hands slide up your back, reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of your neck.
He lets out a soft sigh, his arms tightening around you. You feel his nose nuzzle into your shoulder, his face buried into the crook of your neck.
“I wanna just stay like this forever.” He murmured.
"You'd get sick of me." You murmured, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.
Namjoon shakes his head, his hands sliding up to cup your face. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes soft.
"No, I wouldn’t." He murmured, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. "Never."
You feel your heart flutter at his words, your stomach doing flips. His gaze is unwavering, his eyes searching your face, as if he's trying to commit every feature to memory.
You take in his face too, tracing the outline of his jaw with your fingers. "Never?" You murmur, your voice soft and vulnerable.
Namjoon's hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you in place. His other hand remains on your cheek; his thumb strokes your bottom lip. "Never." He says, his voice firm, certain. He leans in, his lips hovering close to yours. "Not in a million years."
→ Pairing: Namjoon x reader (female)
→ AUs: non-idol, one-shot
-> Genres: couple
→ Warnings(s): pure smut, NSFW, +21, exhibitionism/voyeurism, public sex, against tree, doggy style, dirty talk, fantasizing, in the forest, pool sex, handjob, hardcore sex, fast and hard, rough, in front of strangers, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, spitting, hand job, overwhelming, overstimulation and more.
→ Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.)
→ Word count: 12.7K
Author Notes:
Author Q is here,
Hello everyone.
It’s all about exhibitionism and voyeurism. If you'd prefer not to read this, please feel free to check out other stories. If you’d like to read it, please be aware of what you’re getting into.
Namjoon is your boyfriend, you and Namjoon and your and his friends decided to go on vacation to Jeju Island for 2 weeks, but you had a fight with Namjoon on the first day of your arrival place and your friends were embarrassed by you two.
You were sitting in a hotel room with your friend, it was 10 pm and almost all of your friends to a party at the club, including Namjoon.
"You and Joon really should make up, you're just spoiling the good mood, it's our first day here." your friend said.
"I know but he started it." You rolled your eyes.
Your friend sighed, "Just go make up with him, we both know you can't stand not talking to him for an entire two weeks."
"I can't believe he has this power over me." You rolled your eyes once more, annoyed that your friend was right.
Your friend laughed, "You know it's because you love him like crazy."
"I do, but his stubbornness is really a pain in the ass." You groaned, reluctantly getting up from the bed.
Your friend looked satisfied that you were finally going to talk things out with Namjoon.
"Now go, before I push you out of that damned door." your friend teased, giving you a light push towards the door.
With a huff, you finally left the hotel room, mentally preparing yourself for the conversation you were about to have with Namjoon.
The club music pulses through the air as you step inside, scanning the crowded space for Namjoon. After a few minutes, you spot him leaning against the bar, nursing a drink while Hoseok animatedly talks next to him. Taking a deep breath, you make your way over.
ge turns, his face unreadable for a moment before his eyes soften just slightly. He sets down his drink.
"Oh hi. Did you finally come to yell at me some more?" His voice is light but there's an underlying tension as he crosses his arms. Hoseok immediately makes an exaggerated exit, mouthing 'good luck' at you as he slips away into the crowd.
You glare at Hoseok as he scurries away, leaving you alone with Namjoon.
"I didn't come here to yell at you, I came here to talk," you say, trying to keep your voice level.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? You've been giving me the silent treatment all day, so pardon me if I don't believe you."
You can't help but roll your eyes at his response.
"Oh, please. You weren't exactly being a saint yourself, you know."
Namjoon lets out a scoff. "Me? You're the one who overreacted in the first place over something stupid."
"Overreacting? You're the one who started it!"
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, but the anger is still bubbling just beneath the surface.
"You completely disregarded my opinion and brushed it off like it was nothing. Is it so hard to respect what I have to say for once?"
Namjoon's jaw tenses as he looks down at his drink, swirling the ice cubes before meeting your eyes again. His voice drops to that careful, measured tone he uses when he's trying not to escalate things.
"You're right. I should've listened better. But you shutting down and giving me the cold shoulder instead of talking to me? That hurt too." He runs a hand through his hair.
You're taken aback by the hint of vulnerability in his voice. It's rare for Namjoon to express his feelings so openly, especially when you're angry.
"I just... I needed some space to cool off. But you have a knack for getting under my skin sometimes, you know that?"
Namjoon lets out a dry chuckle. "Oh, believe me, the feeling is mutual."
A small smirk tugs at your lips despite yourself. "Yeah well... you're lucky I think your dumb face is cute."
Namjoon finally cracks a real smile at that, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. He reaches out to gently flick your forehead. "And you're lucky I put up with your dramatic ass." The warmth in his eyes makes your heart do that stupid little flip it always does when he looks at you like that.
The bass from the club speakers thrums around you both as he nudges your shoulder. "Wanna get out of here? I know a quiet beach nearby where we can actually hear each other talk."
You can't help but smile back, the anger you felt earlier already starting to fade. You nod in agreement.
"Yeah, that sounds nice."
Namjoon finishes his drink in one gulp and sets down the glass, gesturing for you to follow him. He leads you out of the crowded club and into the cool night air.
The walk to the beach is quiet, but it's a comfortable kind of silence. You walk side by side, your shoulders brushing against each other occasionally.
The beach is deserted, save for a few scattered boats in the distance. The sand feels soft and cool under your feet as you and Namjoon walk along the shoreline. The waves crash gently in the moonlight, creating a soothing soundtrack.
You let out a sigh, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. It feels like a world away from the club and your argument.
Namjoon stops and drops down onto a dry patch of sand, patting the spot next to him. "Come here."
You sit down beside him, the warmth of his body next to yours a comforting contrast to the cool night air. He puts his arm over your shoulder, pulling you a little closer. For a few moments, neither of you speaks. You just watch the waves roll in, lost in your thoughts.
Finally, Namjoon breaks the silence. "I am sorry." His voice is soft.
You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.
"And I'm sorry too," you admit. "I should've talked to you instead of shutting you out."
Namjoon lets out a breath and nuzzles his nose into your hair. "We both messed up, huh?"
You nod slightly. "Yeah... we do seem to get into a lot of arguments for two people who supposedly love each other."
Namjoon snorts at that, but his grip on your shoulder tightens just a little.
"Love doesn't mean everything is going to be perfect and easy. We're gonna argue, we're gonna piss each other off. But we also know when to apologize and when to make up." He rubs his thumb over your shoulder absentmindedly. "I just don't like it when you give me the silent treatment."
You lift your head to look at him, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "And I don't like when you dismiss my opinions like they're unimportant. We both have things to work on."
He rolls his eyes, but there's a fond smile on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, we're both stubborn jerks. We're a match made in heaven."
A laugh bubbles out of you, the tension finally completely fading.
"Heaven? More like hell. We probably drive each other insane most of the time."
Namjoon laughs too, the sound deep and rich in his chest beneath your ear. "But you wouldn't have it any other way."
You can't deny it. Even with all the petty arguments and stubborn disagreements, there's a reason you've stuck together for this long.
"No, I wouldn't," you admit.
Namjoon presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. "Good. Let's go to our room. It's been a long day, and I want to rest."
You nod in agreement, standing up and brushing the sand off your clothes. Namjoon takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. You start to head back to the hotel, the cool breeze pleasant against your skin.
As you walk, you can't help but feel a warm affection for the man next to you. He might drive you crazy sometimes, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
When you arrive back at the hotel, the lobby is mostly empty. The elevator ride up is silent, but it's a comfortable kind of silence this time. Namjoon's thumb brushes lightly against the back of your hand, a small gesture of affection.
As soon as you enter your room, Namjoon kicks off his shoes and practically collapses onto one of the beds. He groans and stretches his arms out, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of toned skin.
Namjoon lets out a deep exhale, eyes already half-closed as he pats the space next to him without looking. "Come here angel," he mumbles, voice rough with exhaustion.
You can't help but laugh at his needy tone. But you oblige, slipping out of your shoes and climbing onto the bed next to him. Namjoon immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. He buries his face in your hair, his body warm and solid against yours.
You snuggle into his embrace, feeling your body relax against him. All the stress and tension from the day seem to melt away in his arms. Namjoon's hand rubs soothing circles on your back, his fingers tracing invisible patterns against your skin.
You close your eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a sense of peace.
Namjoon's voice is a low rumble against your ear. "I love you, you know."
Your heart skips a beat at his words, even though you've heard them countless times before.
"I love you too," you reply, your face still buried in the crook of his neck. "Even when you're a pain in the ass."
Namjoon laughs softly, squeezing you tighter.
He pinches your side playfully at that. "Look who's talking, Miss 'I-give-the-silent-treatment-for-fun'." His words are teasing but the hand stroking your hair is achingly gentle.
You can feel him press a sleepy kiss to your temple as he settles deeper into the pillows. "Now sleep. We're making up for lost time tomorrow - breakfast on the balcony, then that hiking trail Hoseok and Jimin won't stop raving about." His voice is already slurring with exhaustion.
The last thing you register before drifting off is the way his fingers instinctively tighten around your wrist - like even in sleep, he's making sure you won't go far.
The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting warm golden stripes across the tangled sheets. Namjoon stirs first, blinking sleepily at the unfamiliar ceiling before his gaze lands on you still curled against his chest. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face as he carefully extracts his arm from beneath you, trying not to wake you.
But the moment his warmth leaves your side, your brow furrows in protest. With a sleepy grumble, you blindly reach out and grab a fistful of his shirt, dragging him back down with surprising strength for someone half-asleep.
Namjoon chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest as he lets himself be pulled back into the cocoon of blankets. "Guess we're sleeping in then," he murmurs, tucking your head under his chin with a contented sigh. Outside, the sound of waves crashing and distant seagulls creates the perfect lazy morning soundtrack.
You let out a content huff as you settle back into his arms, your head resting over his heart. You can feel it thumping steadily underneath you, a soothing rhythm that almost lulls you back to sleep.
Namjoon starts to run his hand through your hair, his touch gentle and almost absent-minded as he absently plays with the strands.
He breaks the comfortable silence, his voice soft and gravelly with sleep. "...We should probably get up before the others start banging on our door demanding brunch." But he makes no actual move to get up, perfectly content to stay tangled in the sheets with you.
You nuzzle deeper into his chest with a sleepy whine, tightening your grip on his shirt. "Five more minutes," you mumble against his skin, your voice thick with sleep.
Namjoon lets out that deep, rumbling laugh of his, the one that vibrates pleasantly against your cheek.
The sunlight shifts across the bed, warming your legs tangled with his. Neither of you moves. Outside, the faint sound of laughter floats up from the pool below—probably Jin and Jungkook already causing chaos. But here, in this quiet little nest, time feels deliciously suspended.
Namjoon's fingers trace idle patterns along your spine. "...This is nice," he murmurs, almost to himself. You hum in agreement, already drifting again to the rhythm of his heartbeat. The vacation can wait. Right now, this is exactly where you both want to be.
You're drifting off again when Namjoon's voice cuts through the drowsy haze.
"Hey."
His fingers under your chin tilt your face up, and you crack open your eyes, blinking against the morning light. And then your brain catches up—because god, he looks unfairly good. Tousled hair, warm eyes, sleepy smile. He brushes a thumb along your jawline, his touch sending a flutter through your stomach.
"As much as I am loving the koala impression right now," he teases, "We might need to actually get out of bed at some point."
You grumble again, wrapping yourself even more tightly around him. "But... warm."
Namjoon snorts, patting your ass indulgently. "Yeah, that's true. But I think the others are getting impatient."
Your protest turns into a reluctant sigh as his words sink in. You know he's right. The thought of getting up seems about as appealing as jumping into a lake during winter.
Namjoon gently disentangles himself from your grip, rolling out of bed. He stretches, the muscles in his back flexing under the white T-shirt he slept in. You don't bother hiding your appreciative stare.
Namjoon catches you staring and smirks, stretching a little more dramatically just to watch your eyes follow the movement. "Like what you see?" he teases, running a hand through his messy bedhead.
You throw a pillow at him with a sleepy laugh. "Stop showing off and help me get up, you conceited ass."
He dodges the pillow easily and grabs your ankles, yanking you toward the edge of the bed with a yelp from you. Before you can retaliate, he swoops down to press a quick, laughing kiss to your lips. "There. Now we're both up. Happy?"
You feign annoyance but the effect is ruined by the broad grin that spreads across your face as you push yourself upright. "You're a pain."
You're just about to swing your legs off the bed and then he wraps your legs around his waist.
Without warning, Namjoon scoops you up off the bed, hoisting you into his arms effortlessly. You let out an undignified squawk, clinging to his neck.
"Jesus, a little warning next time," you gasp, even though a thrill runs through you at how easily he handles you.
He laughs, shifting you into a more comfortable position against his chest. "But where's the fun in that?" He starts walking toward the bathroom, carrying you like you weigh nothing.
"Besides," he continues, "I like the noises you make when I catch you off guard." He punctuates the statement by giving your ass a playful spank.
He sets you down on the edge of the bathroom counter, standing between your legs and tilting your chin up to look at him.
Namjoon's expression softens as his thumbs brush along your cheekbones, his voice dropping to that quiet, intimate tone that still makes your pulse stutter after all this time. "You look beautiful in the morning light." He leans in, pausing just inches from your lips - close enough that you can feel his breath mingle with yours. "Even with the drool mark on your cheek."
You swat at his chest, but he catches your wrist mid-air, pressing a laughing kiss to your palm before finally, finally closing the distance.
"Just one kiss.." he whispered. "After that, we'll clean up and have breakfast."
His lips barely brush against yours, light as a feather, and you almost whimper at the teasing. You reach up to grip the front of his shirt, trying to pull him closer, but he leans just out of reach with a knowing grin.
"Ah-ah." He grabs hold of your wrists, pressing them down against the counter.
Your breath catches as Namjoon pins you in place, the muscles in his arms flexing under the thin material of his T-shirt. His eyes roam your face, his gaze lingering on your wide eyes and parted lips.
He leans forward, bringing his mouth close to your ear, his voice a low murmur that makes a shiver run down your spine. "If I start kissing you properly now, we won't be leaving this bathroom any time soon."
You're torn between wanting to smack him and wanting to melt right then and there. "Maybe I don't care," you manage to retort, proud that your voice doesn't waver.
Namjoon's grip tightens slightly, almost possessive, and it sends another jolt through you. His eyes darken as a smug smile curves his lips. "And as much as I'd love to take you right here against this counter..." He gives your thigh a light squeeze, making you shiver involuntarily. "...Not now."
A huff escapes you at the teasing, but there's no hiding the way your body reacts to his touch. He knows he has this power over you and he uses it shamelessly.
"Fuck you." you grumble, but there's no real heat in your tone. Namjoon chuckles, finally releasing your wrists to step back. He pats your thigh lightly. "Oh, I will."
time skip.
You and Namjoon finally make it to the hiking trail Hobi and Jimin have been raving about, and you have to admit, the view is stunning. Verdant mountains frame an endless blue sky as far as the eye can see, and even though it's a bit humid, the breeze feels refreshing against your skin.
Namjoon lets out a low whistle. "Okay, I'm starting to see why they couldn't shut up about this place. It's incredible."
"Yeah, it really is." You take a moment to just soak in the beauty of the landscape before digging your phone out of your backpack. "I should probably send Hobi and Jimin a picture. They'll never believe we actually made it out of bed."
Namjoon laughs and slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a quick selfie. You take a few shots, trying to capture the breathtaking view behind you.
You send off the pictures with a quick caption to the group chat before putting your phone away and turning your attention back to Namjoon. He's gazing out at the horizon with a thoughtful expression on his face, one arm still slung around your shoulders. You nudge him with an elbow.
"What are you thinking about?" you ask, taking in his contemplative expression.
Namjoon exhales slowly, his grip on your shoulder tightening just a fraction. "How I almost ruined this entire trip over something stupid." His eyes flicker with uncharacteristic vulnerability before he looks back at the view. "I don’t want to waste another second of it arguing with you."
He turns to face you fully, the mountain breeze ruffling his hair. "From now on, let’s just... enjoy it. Together." There’s a quiet intensity in his gaze that makes your breath catch, the same look he gets when he’s composing something important.
Your heart clenches in your chest at the rawness in his voice. You know how hard it is for him to open up, even to you. You step closer, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair in what you hope is a soothing gesture.
"Hey," you say softly, "we've had stupid fights before and we've always made up. This one was just a little longer than usual, that's all."
Namjoon covers your hand with his, leaning into your touch like a cat seeking warmth.
"Yeah, but... I don't know. It just felt different this time." He lets out a humorless laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I guess it made me realize how much I hate fighting with you. And how much I hate going to bed knowing you're pissed at me."
The earnestness in his voice hits you hard, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his waist in a tight hug. He buries his face in your neck, his breath warm on your skin.
"I hate it too," you confess quietly. "I hate not being able to just talk things out like we usually do. It's like... a part of me is missing when we're mad at each other."
Namjoon's arms tighten around you in response, his embrace practically squeezing the air from your lungs. "Me too. It's like this weird emptiness that's... it sucks."
He pulls back just enough to place a soft kiss to your forehead. "Promise me we won't let it happen again. No more dumb arguments without talking it out. No more silent treatments."
You nod fervently, looking up at him with a determined expression. "Promise. No more stupid fights. No more ignoring each other."
Namjoon's expression softens when he sees how serious you are, his gaze searching your features as if he's making sure you mean it. Finally, he leans in and brushes a tender kiss along your jawline before murmuring against your skin.
"Good. I hate it when you give me the silent treatment anyway. Drives me crazy."
You can't help the small grin that spreads across your face at his admission. "Oh, yeah? Does it drive you crazy?"
You reach up to run a hand over his chest, fingers toying with the collar of his shirt in a way you know is more taunting than comforting. Namjoon’s eyes darken ever so slightly, but he doesn’t miss a beat.
"It does,” he says evenly, hands sliding down to grip your waist. “Makes me want to find ways to get your attention back on me."
You try to keep a straight face, but a shiver runs down your spine at his words. Before you can reply, he grips your waist tighter and pulls you closer, his body suddenly flush against yours.
He lowers his voice to a murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. "And when you're all quiet and sulky..." His hands slide under your shirt, fingers tracing light patterns against your bare skin. "God, you look so hot when you're mad."
Your brain practically short-circuits at the sudden contact, the feeling of his hands on your bare skin sending goosebumps across your flesh. You try to scoff, but the breathy sound that comes out only serves to make Namjoon smirk smugly.
"Can we keep walking?" you murmur, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your gut. Namjoon leans down, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear.
Namjoon's grip on your waist tightens, his lips dancing over the skin just below your ear as he lets out a low, smug chuckle.
"Trying to get away, angel?" His fingers lightly skim the waistband of your pants, dipping just below it to brush against the bare skin above your ass.
The sensation makes your knees weak, and you barely bite back a gasp. You're fully aware of how affected you're becoming, but Namjoon is clearly enjoying himself too much to back down.
You try to keep your voice steady as you speak, but your words come out as a breathy whisper. "We're in public, Joon."
Namjoon's hands slide completely under your shirt, his palms flattening against your stomach as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder. His breath is hot against your neck.
"We're in the middle of the mountains, no one's around." His hands slide higher, grazing your ribs. You swear you feel his lips curling into a smirk against your skin.
But despite the heat flaring in your gut, you try to keep a grip on rational thinking. "Someone could see us."
Namjoon seems unconcerned, his hands still exploring under your shirt, his fingers teasing the underside of your bra. His voice is a deep rumble in your ear. "Then let them see." He brushes your skin with the barest graze of his knuckles, sending electricity pulsing through your core. "Fuck, this sports shorts..."
You swallow hard, trying to get a handle on your breathing as Namjoon toys with the waistband of your shorts. It's getting increasingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. You grab his wrists in a futile attempt to stop his hands from wandering. "I don't want anyone to see us."
Namjoon huffs, clearly amused by your feeble attempts to stop him. He nuzzles his face into your neck once more, his lips grazing your sensitive skin. "So you want me to stop?" His hands still, lingering just above your waistband.
His voice is low and taunting, but you know Namjoon well enough to know he's testing your resolve.
Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, torn between the thrill of the danger of getting caught and the desire coursing through your veins. But you manage to force out a reply. "Yes. We’re in public." You turn your head slightly to glare at him.
Namjoon's hands slide back up to your sides, fingers grazing your ribs through your shirt. He sighs disappointedly but there's a hint of a smirk on his face. "Fine, if you say so."
You try to regain some semblance of composure, straightening your shirt where it's rumpled from Namjoon's wandering hands. You ignore the throbbing ache between your legs, willing it to go away. "We should keep going." You can't quite keep the huskiness out of your voice.
Namjoon's grin widens, clearly pleased with the effect he has on you. But he obediently steps back, the glint in his eyes showing he's far from finished with you.
"Lead the way, angel.”
You can feel his gaze burning into your back as you start walking again, the air thick with palpable tension. You keep your eyes straight ahead, determined not to let him see how flustered you are. And yet, you can’t help the way your steps falter occasionally, your mind buzzing with memories of Namjoon's hands on your stomach, your waist, your chest.
The silence between you is charged, the sound of your feet against the gravel the only thing cutting through the tension.
The walk seems to stretch on for ages, each step a painful reminder of the desire coursing through your veins. But you refuse to look back at Namjoon, knowing that one look in his eyes would be enough to shatter your resolve.
After what feels like an eternity, Namjoon finally breaks the silence, his voice cutting through the air like a gunshot.
"You alright back there, sweetheart?" His tone is casual, almost innocent, as if he hadn't just reduced you to a mess a few minutes ago. You try to keep your reply nonchalant, even though your heart is beating out of your chest.
"I’m fine, why do you ask?" You don't dare look back at him but you can feel the heat of his gaze boring into your back.
Namjoon lets out a low, knowing chuckle, but he keeps his voice light. "Just checking. You've been pretty quiet."
You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to snap back and tell him exactly what he’s doing to you. Instead, you force out a scoff. "Can't a person enjoy the scenery in peace?"
Namjoon's footsteps quicken, closing the distance between you. "Oh, you're enjoying the scenery, huh?" His tone is low and amused. The smug bastard seems to be having way too much fun with this.
You can feel his presence right behind you, the heat radiating from his body making you shiver.
"Yeah, the mountains are beautiful." You manage to get the words out without your voice cracking, though it's a wonder considering how dry your throat suddenly is.
Namjoon's hand brushes against the small of your back, the touch almost scorching even through the fabric of your shirt. You inhale sharply, his proximity making it impossible to think straight.
His voice is barely above a whisper, right by your ear. "They are, but I think I prefer something else right now."
His other hand finds its way to your hip, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm against your neck. "You say we're in public... but I remember you said you wanted to try exhibitionism."
Your brain stutters for a second, struggling to process his words past the fog of desire clouding your thoughts. You remember that conversation, but you never expected Namjoon of all people to bring it up.
His grip on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your skin. His chest is pressed against your back, and you can feel his rapid heartbeat matched with your own.
His next words are more than a little smug. "You're thinking about it, right? Admit it."
You swallow hard, torn between the urge to give in to the fire burning in your core and the knowledge that anyone could see you right now.
"...Maybe." You reply grudgingly, your voice coming out breathy betraying your efforts to keep a level tone.
Namjoon's hands slide under your shirt again, hot against your skin. His mouth brushes the shell of your ear. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His hands slide higher, thumbs grazing the underside of your bra. "Being out here, out in the open. Anyone could see us." His hips grind against your ass and you can feel his growing hardness pressing into you. "Anyone could see how affected you are."
You can't stop the moan that escapes your lips at the sensation, hips bucking helplessly back against his.
The feeling of him, hard against your ass makes your legs weak, and you stumble forward a little. Namjoon's hand on your waist steadies you, his grip firm.
His nose brushes the sensitive skin of your neck, a quiet laugh against your ear. "I was right, huh?" He sounds far too self-s satisfied, knowing exactly what he’s doing to you.
His hands slide higher, palming your breasts through your bra. "Tell me angel."
Your mind is swimming, the feel of Namjoon's hands on your nipple making you squirm. But you manage to bite back another moan.
"Maybe." You repeat, your voice cracking at the end.
Namjoon's hands leave your breasts, sliding back down to your waist. His hands feel almost possessive gripped on your hips.
"No, no, no." He tsks, his hands tightening the grip. "I think we should try being more honest with each other, don’t you agree?" His thumbs dig into your hip bones. "Be honest with me."
Your mind is too overwhelmed to come up with a sassy reply. So, instead you nod, trying to find the will to speak without moaning.
"Yes." You manage to choke out.
Namjoon's hands trail over your stomach, his touch lighting up every nerve in your body.
"Good girl." His voice is a low purr in your ear, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "Now tell me... what are you thinking about right now?" He gives your shorts a tug, pushing them lower on your hips.
The feeling of the fabric sliding over your skin sends a shiver through you, the night air suddenly feeling cool against your overheated skin. You let out an involuntary gasp, feeling the goosebumps rise all over your body. Your brain struggles to form a coherent thought.
"I'm... I'm thinking..." You struggle to speak, feeling your shorts being pushed halfway down your thighs.
Namjoon's hands slide back over the bare skin of your ass, squeezing possessively. His voice is a low murmur against your neck.
"I am listening angel." he murmured.
You can barely form a sentence without moaning, your brain hazy with want.
"I'm thinking that... that someone... could see us." You manage to gasp out. Namjoon's hands still on your hips, his fingers twitching against your skin. "And fuck.. that makes me so wet.."
You can almost feel the smug smirk against your neck.
"Good, we’re being honest with each other." His hands slide lower, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties. "Keep talking."
You have to concentrate to keep your knees from buckling, your legs shaking as Namjoon's hands pull your soaked underwear down your thighs.
"I'm... I'm thinking that.. " you whispered.
Namjoon's fingers trail teasingly up the inner part of your thigh, his words almost a taunt against your ear.
"Use that dirty mouth of yours, baby."
You can't stop the soft whine at his fingers barely grazing over your clit. Your hips try to grind down on his fingers for some relief, but his other hand grips your hip, holding you still. "Fuck..” you breathe out helplessly.
You can feel Namjoon's smile against your neck. "You're dripping." He murmards, fingers brushing against your folds. "Just look at you. Such a mess already.." His fingers slide through your folds with ease, teasing your opening.
His voice lowers into a growl, low enough not to carry. "Tell me baby, you like this right? out here in the open, where anyone could see us, where you're so exposed... so free."
Your legs feel weak, your whole body trembling as Namjoon's fingers toy with your slit. You clench your eyes shut, focusing on the sensations.
"God... Yes." You whine, your voice already breaking. "I liked it."
Namjoon's fingers withdraw from your soaked folds, and you can hear the sound of his zipper being undone. "Turn around."
You obey immediately, turning around to face him. Your eyes rake over his face, taking in his flushed cheeks and the way his jaw clenches. His eyes dart behind you for a split second, looking at something behind you.
His hands grip your thigh, the roughness of his palms sending shivers up to your core. "Bend over."
It's an order, and you obey eagerly, leaning forward to grip your hands against the rough bark of the tree in front of you. Your legs feel like mush almost immediately, but you manage to stay put.
Namjoon stands behind you, his hand running up your leg. “Spread them more.” His voice is dark and commanding. Your legs move, spreading further apart.
You hear the sound of Namjoon spitting, and a moment later, the head of his cock prods against your leaking slit. You let out a gasp, feeling him press against your entrance, just barely spreading you.
"You're so wet." Namjoon lets out a low groan.
You whine at that, unable to deny his words, but before you can reply, he pushes inside of you with a powerful thrust. Your moan echoes through the night air, the sudden stretch of your walls around him making your hands grip the bark of the tree tightly.
The feel of him inside of you is overwhelming, and you try to muffle your mewls in your sleeve, your legs almost giving out. You feel his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh, keeping you upright.
He starts a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and hard. He leans forward, covering your body with his, his chest pressing against your back. He growls near your ear, voice low and rough. "You'd let me do anything. I could bend- Oh fuck, someone is coming."
Your body freezes, dread sinking like a stone in your stomach. You manage to peek over your shoulder, not able to see anything from this angle. Someone is nearby. Your heart hammers against your ribcage, your whole body tense.
But Namjoon holds you in place, not slowing his pace for a second.
His hands grip your waist, keeping you pressed against the tree as he continues to piston his hip, not giving you a chance to adjust to the new angle. "They're coming closer."
You can hear the steady crunch of footsteps on the gravel trail, moving closer to you guys. You try to pull away, but Namjoon holds you firmly. "Shhhh."
His hand clamps over your mouth, effectively muffling your moans as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You can't make out the conversation, but you can hear the deep timbre of a male voice and a soft laugh.
Namjoon doesn't slow down for a second, his pace unrelenting as the voices get louder.
The voices draw closer, and you can make out the words of the men's conversation now. It's two guys, seemingly lost and trying to find their way to the parking lot. They're only a few meters away, on the other side of the tree you're pressed against. They turned the corner now, and they see you.
Your body goes taut as you watch the two guys notice the two of you, their conversation faltering and then stopping entirely. They stand there, frozen in surprise. Your body shudders helplessly, the adrenaline coursing through your body.
Namjoon doesn't stop his movements, not even now that the men are standing just a few feet away from you.
Their eyes go wide, and you can see one of them nudge the other, whispering something. Their gazes are firmly locked on you and Namjoon.
Namjoon he leans over you, voice rough in your ear. "Look at their eyes."
You take a peek over your shoulder in their direction, and sure enough, the two guys' eyes are locked on you. You can see their Adam's apple bob as they swallow.
One of them opens his mouth, as if to speak, but whatever words he was going to say seem to get lodged in his throat.
"They want you baby. They want to be me." Namjoon murmured, his pace still consistent as the men gawk at you.
You can see one of them move awkwardly, as if trying to adjust his pants. You bite down on your lip, the heat in your stomach growing as their gaze roams over your body.
"Yeah, that one there. He can't take his eyes off you." Namjoon huffs a laugh, sounding almost amused.
One of them is definitely still staring at you, his eyes locked on your legs.The other one has now noticed, too, staring at the two of you with open interest. It's one thing thinking someone could stumble upon you, but the fact that they're watching you?
Namjoon lets out a low, possessive growl in your ear. "They're staring at you angel." He bites down on your neck playfully, and you barely suppress a gasp.
The two men continue staring, mouths open as they take in the scene in front of them. One of them whispers something to the other. You can't make out the words, but you can tell they're both enthralled by the show.
Namjoon's hands grip your hips tighter, possessively. "They're not even trying to look away. What do you think they're thinking right now, sweetheart?"
You can practically feel their gazes burning into your back.
Your heart is hammering in your chest, the mixed emotions inside of you almost overwhelming.
"God... They're still watching." You choke out, your voice hoarse.
Namjoon's fingers dig into your skin possessively. "Yeah, they are. Because that's all they can do—watch." He punctuates each word with another deep thrust.
One of the men lowers his hand to his pants, trying to adjust the bulge in them.
You swallow hard, watching as the man's hand lingers for a second longer than necessary. He looks away when he realizes you're watching.
Namjoon's voice is smug against your ear. "He's hard, just for you."
Sure enough, the other man's hand has drifted down to his pants now, trying to do the same as his friend.
Your body is taut as a bowstring, the situation both mortifying and exhilarating. "Are they.. are they touching themselves?" You manage to whisper.
Namjoon's hands tighten on you. "Yeah, they do." The roughness in his voice tells you all you need to know about how he feels.
The two guys are still standing there, unmoving. The first one drops his hand down again, palming himself through his pants again.
Namjoon lets out a low growl, the possessiveness in his tone all the more apparent now.
"They want you more than anything right now, don't they?" He pulls you back, making you take more of him.
You nod desperately, words eluding you. The men seem to be transfixed, their eyes glued to your body. The first one gives up, his hand rubbing his bulge shamelessly now.
Namjoon lets out a low laugh, the smug satisfaction evident in his voice. "They can't help themselves." He thrusts into you harder, the roughness of his voice betraying his control slipping.
Your eyes are still locked with the second guy, his hand now mimicking his friend. His eyes are dark, and you swear you can see his tongue dart out to lick his lips. You let out a strangled gasp. "Oh god, they're... Oh god."
Namjoon lets out another growt, hands gripping at your waist possessively. "Yeah, look at them. You drive them crazy, angel. I bet they'd do anything to be in my place right now." His voice is rough but reverent.
The second guy is practically undoing his pants now, his hand visibly squeezing his bulge. You can feel yourself dripping around Namjoon's cock, the thought of them watching you making you clamp down around him.
You're starting to lose control of your body, hips bucking involuntarily against Namjoon's. You're on the edge of coming.
A low, guttural sound rumbles from Namjoon's chest. His hands hold you in place, almost possessively. "They want you so badly. They'd give anything to touch you, to be inside you."
You can't stop your head from rolling back on his shoulder, your hand moving to grip his thigh. "Oh god... They look... So good."
The man's other hand is squeezing the base of his cock now, the veins on his forearm standing out. His eyes dart back up to yours, and the sight of him sends a shiver up your spine. His chest heaves as if he's panting. He stares at you for a few seconds before looking away again.
Namjoon's voice drops to a deep growl in your ear. "They're desperate, angel. Desperate." He punctuates the last word with a hard thrust. "They're aching for you."
You moan aloud, no longer caring if they hear you. The man's breaths are getting heavier, his hand moving faster. "Oh god." You breathe out, struggling to stay upright.
Namjoon's hands grip your hips tightly, possessively. "Yeah, they're desperate for you. All they can do is watch you get filled over and over again, getting what they'll never have." His voice is rough, possessive. "Because you're mine."
Those words send a shiver down your spine, making you clench around his cock even tighter. The guy's hand jerks faster, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Oh god, Namjoon... " you manage to gasp out. You can feel his grip on your hips tighten to almost painful levels at your words.
Namjoon's pace is relentless, his grip on your hips unyielding. "Yeah, angel?" He pants out, voice low and rough. "You close?"
You nod desperately, your hips bucking against him. The tension in your stomach is almost unbearable. "God, yes. I'm close." You manage to get out.
The guy lets out a strangled noise, his hips twitching with each stroke. His eyes are locked on you, almost glazed over.
You can feel Namjoon's grip on you tighten possessively. "Yeah? You gonna come for me, baby?" He whispers in your ear, voice rough and uneven. He leans forward slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts.
Your eyes flutter closed, your fingers clawing at the tree trunk in front of you. "Oh god, yes. I'm gonna come." You manage to gasp out in a whimper.
The guy is now letting out breathy moans, his hand working faster and faster. His eyes are locked on your face, almost pleading.
Namjoon's grip on your waist is almost bruising as he increases his pace, his thrusts growing more erratic. "Yeah, come for me, angel. Let them hear you." His voice is raspy, rough with desire.
Your head rolls back on his shoulder, your neck exposed and bared to him. "Oh gods, I'm coming." You moan out, your voice echoing through the night air.
The guy's hands move away from his cock, clenching into fists at his sides. He lets out a low, strangled sound, looking close to tears. His eyes are still locked on you, watching.
Namjoon lets out a deep groan at your words, his hands holding you in place. "Oh, God, you're so good to me." He pants out, voice rough and uneven. "That's it, come for me."
Your body is wound up so tight, and the sight of the man's desperation sends you over the edge. You come with a gasp, legs shaking wildly as the orgasm washes over you. It takes all of Namjoon's strength to keep you upright, his hands gripping your hips.
Your knees almost give out, your body going limp against Namjoon's chest. His hands hold you up, his grip on your hips a little painful.
"Good girl." He murmurs, his mouth against your ear.
You're still trying to catch your breath, your body wrung out and boneless. You can feel Namjoon's rapid heartbeat against your back, his body trembling ever so slightly.
You slowly turn your head, making eye contact with the second guy. He looks wrecked, his breathing heavy and raspy.
His eyes are still locked on you, his gaze dark and intense. But he doesn't move, his body taunt like a bowstring.
You hear Namjoon chuckle darkly behind you."Your fantasy comes to life angel."
Your mind is a mess, still reeling from your orgasm. You struggle to form coherent thoughts, your face heating up under the guys gaze.
"Oh god." You murmur, burying your face in Namjoon's neck. He lets out a low laugh against your ear, his grip on your hips tightening possessively.
"They left. Look at me angel. " Namjoon murmurs, pressing a soft kiss top of your head.
You lift your head up, still feeling a little dizzy. Your neck is still slightly sore from Namjoon's grip.
You look around, and sure enough the two guys are nowhere to be found.
Namjoon leans forward, his chin resting on your shoulder. "So how was that, sweetheart?" He asks, voice nonchalant.
You're still trying to process what happened, trying to control your breathing.
"Surreal." You manage to say, your mind conjuring up the image of the two men watching you. "That was... insane."
Namjoon lets out a low chuckle, his breath hot against your neck. "Surreal huh? Did you enjoy it?"
His hands slide up your waist, his fingers tracing patterns over your shirt.
"I did.. You?" you murmured
He presses a lingering kiss to the sensitive skin just below your ear. "You want the honest answer angel?" He murmurs against your neck.
You shiver at the sensation, goosebumps running down your spine. "Yeah." You murmur, still trying to regain control over your breathing.
His hands continue to roam over your body, seemingly unable to keep them to himself. "Then, I loved it." He murmured, voice smug. "I loved the way they were looking at you, how desperate they were. But most of all..."
You can't help but shiver as his hands grip your hips possessively again. "Yeah?" You whisper, your mind still reeling from everything that just happened. "Most of all?"
Namjoon's mouth brushes against the shell of your ear, his voice low and rough. "I loved the fact that they'll never have what I have.." His hands give your hips a squeeze. "You."
time skip.
You're lounging on loby, mindlessly scrolling through your phone with your friend. Namjoon is out with his friends.
"Hey." Your friend Minsoo says suddenly, catching your attention. "Is it just me or have Namjoon's friends always been lowkey hot? Like Jimin.. Fuck I wish he fuck me."
You nearly choke on your ice cold water, your phone dropping to your lap. "What?" You sputter out, trying to process her words. She's not wrong. "Jimin? Since when?" you laughed.
Minsoo rolls her eyes, a smirk playing at her lips.
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed." She crosses her legs, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I've always had a thing for him. Ever since I first met him. He's just so… Ugh." She lets out a sigh, fanning herself dramatically. "He's so hot."
You raise an eyebrow, a grin spreading across your face. "I didn't know you had a crush on him."
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, shaking her head.
"Don't get that smug look on your face." She huffs. "I've had a thing for him since you introduced us."
Your smirk widens. "Well, well, well look at that."
Minsoo playfully swats at your shoulder. "Shut up." She huffs, a hint of pink spreading across her cheeks. "It's not a big deal."
You can't help but chuckled, shaking your head. "It is a big deal if you've had a crush on him forever and never said anything."
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, a defensive edge to her voice. "What's the point of saying anything? He's your boyfriend's friend. You know how weird friendships can get when feelings are involved."
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. "Not really. My and Namjoon's friendship didn't change at al—"
She interrupts you. "No offense, but you two were practically made for each other."
You can’t argue with that. It's a fact. But still, you can't help but poke at Jill just a little bit more.
"But Jimin could still be interested in you." You can't help but tease.
Minsoo scoffs, shaking her head. "I seriously doubt it. Have you seen the guy? He's gorgeous. He could have any girl he wants."
You laugh at Minsoo's self-deprecating comment, shaking your head. "He is gorgeous. But I think you're underestimating yourself."
She looks at you skeptically. "Oh really?" Sarcasm laces her voice.
You nod, leaning back against the couch. "I'm being serious. You're pretty, smart, funny, and you're successful. He'd be stupid not to be interested in you."
Minsoo huffs, trying to downplay it. "It's easy for you to say, your boyfriend is literally a god among men."
You can't help but smile at the compliment. But you also can't resist the opportunity to needle your friend a little more. "You have a point. But Jimin could still be into you, ya know?"
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, but a small smile plays at the edge of her lips. "Let a girl dream, okay?"
You laugh, shaking your head at Jill's stubbornness.
"You're missing my point, Minsoo. It's not just about looks or successes. It's about what you can offer." You say softly.
"You're smart, witty, funny. You have a heart of gold. Those are things he can't just find anywhere."
Your friend lets out a sigh, her defenses seeming to lower slightly. "But what if I'm not his type?"
You can't help but roll your eyes at Jill's insecurities. "Minsoo, who cares about types? Types are stupid."
She looks at you skeptically. "You're only saying that because Namjoon is basically your ideal type."
You shrug, a small smile playing at your lips. "True. But I didn't fall for him because he fit my type. I fell for him because he's him."
Jill sigh, still unconvinced. "God, you're such a sap."
You throw a pillow at her, laughing. "And you're such a cynic."
She dodges the pillow easily, sticking out her tongue at you. "I'm just realistic."
You let out an exaggerated huff, crossing your arms. "Realistic my ass. oh perfect fucking timing. They're coming, I can hear them."
Minsoo's expression changes instantly, her eyes widening and her body going tense. She smoothens out her clothes, running a hand through her hair.
"Oh god, I look like a mess." She mutters, trying to fix her disheveled appearance.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "You always say that." You murmur.
Minsoo shoots you a panicked glare. "This time I actually do." She says frantically.
The sound of Namjoon’s deep voice echoing through the foyer suddenly fills the space. Minsoo instantly straightens up, trying to look composed.
You can hear the rest of the guys laughing and chattering but Namjoon's voice stands out the most, your heart skipping a beat as usual. Minsoo is practically vibrating next to you.
"I look fine right? I don't look like I just rolled out of bed or anything right?" She asks, still attempting to fix her hair.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. "You look fine. You're overthinking."
Minsoo doesn't seem convinced, still messing with her hair. "I should've worn something fancier. I look so basic."
You roll your eyes again. "You look great. Stop being ridiculous."
Namjoon and Jimin walk into the lobby. Minsoo immediately goes stiff, her cheeks turning a bright red as Jimin’s eyes land on her.
"Hello beautiful ladies." Namjoon murmured and smiled.
Minsoo is practically malfunctioning next to you, her eyes locked on Jimin. "Hi." She croaked out. You have to resist the urge to facepalm.
You exchange a glance with Namjoon, trying to hide your smirk. He raises his eyebrow slightly, clearly finding the situation amusing.
"I am so sorry Jill. It’s okay if we leave you alone with Jimin, right? We need to go back to the room with Y/N." Namjoon smiled.
Minsoo's eyes flickered away from Jimin to Namjoon, her face red.
"Y-yeah, it’s fine." She stutters out, still avoiding eye contact with Jimin. You exchange another glance with Namjoon, this time unable to hold back your smirk. He gives you a subtle nod, clearly enjoying the situation.
Namjoon wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.
"Great. I'm going to borrow her, then." He murmured.
Jimin's eyes flicker to Namjoon's hand on your waist, a flicker of something unrecognizable crossing his face for just a split second. He quickly schooled his expression, turning back to Minsoo.
Minsoo manages to drag her gaze back to Jimin, her cheeks still flushed. She tries to summon a casual tone but fails miserably.
"S-sure, go ahead." She manages to squeak out.
Namjoon nods, then steers you away from the couches, hand still possessively on your waist.
As you walk away, you can feel Jimin's eyes on your back, and you can practically feel the tension between him and Minsoo from the distance.
Namjoon guides you down the long corridor, his grip relaxed but still possessively on your waist. He glances at your face, a smug smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Lets go baby." he murmured.
You try to act nonchalant, but you can't help the way your heart races as Namjoon’s hand rests possessively on your waist, the weight of it both comforting and exhilarating. You shoot him a sidelong glance, trying to appear unaffected.
"Going somewhere?" you ask casually, though the effect is ruined by the breathiness of your voice.
Namjoon doesn’t miss the hitch in your voice, his smirk growing wider.
"Just taking you private pool." His hand slides lower, possessively grabbing your hip, pulling you a little closer.
Your heart skips a beat in your chest, the possessiveness in his grip making your knees feel weak. You clear your throat, trying to hide the effect his touch has on you.
"Private pool, huh?" You murmur, feigning disinterest.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, the smug smirk still on his face. He stops in front of a door, turning to face you. His hand on your hip tugs you even closer, leaving barely any space between your bodies. "I hope you're wearing your bikini."
Your heart is pounding now, his proximity making it hard to think straight. You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence as his fingers dig into your hip possessively.
"Yeah, I am." You manage to get out, your words coming out breathy.
His other hand reaches up to push a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your earlobe. His thumb brushes against your neck, feeling the rapid pulse throbbing beneath your skin. His gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips, a smug glint in his eyes.
"Good, cause I have a feeling it won't stay on for long."
He lets go of you and opens the door, revealing the private pool.
You try to regain control of your hammering heart, stepping inside the room. The pool is lit up by the bright moonlight filtering through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room.
Namjoon follows you in, closing the door behind him with a click. The sound echoes through the room, and you feel goosebumps break out on your skin.
Namjoon's eyes on you are heavy, his gaze scorching hot. You can feel his eyes roving over your body, burning through your clothes. He steps closer, closing the distance between you. His hand reaches out, fingers grazing your waist. His touch sends a jolt through you, goosebumps erupting on your skin.
"Let me take it off this shirt." he murmured
Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers slide under your shirt, his hands skimming along the bare skin of your waist. His fingers move higher, grazing the sides of your breasts, his touch sending shivers up your spine.
You nod, your mouth dry, unable to form words. Namjoon's hands slide up your body, gripping the hem of your shirt and peeling it off.
You stand there in your bikini, feeling exposed under his intense gaze. Namjoon's eyes rake over your body, a possessive heat in his eyes.
Namjoon's fingers trail over your belly, his eyes following the path his fingers take. He steps even closer, his body pressed up against yours. His hand moves up, over the swell of your breasts, fingers grazing over your skin. His touch is tantalizing, barely there, and it's driving you crazy.
"Let's dive in baby," he murmured. ''Come on.''
Your heart is pounding in your chest, your skin burning from the intensity of his touch. You nod, unable to form words, and let him lead you to the pool. The cool water feels good against your overheated skin as you step into the pool, the water reaching your waist. Namjoon follows suit, the water splashing around you.
''Cold?'' he murmured.
You shiver, the sudden drop in temperature a shock to your overheated skin.
"Yeah, a little." You reply, your voice trembling slightly.
Namjoon smirks, stepping closer to you. He places his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him.
"You'll warm up, don't worry." He murmured, his hands sliding over your back, pulling you flush against his chest.
Your breasts press against his chest, your skin sliding against his.
His arms wrap around you, holding you close. His hands slide up your back, his fingertips gliding over your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. His fingers find the strings of your bikini.
His fingers deftly untie the strings, the top of your bikini falling away and leaving your breasts exposed to him.
Your nipples harden in the cool air, your breath hitching in your chest. He cups your breasts in his hands, squeezing them.
A moan escapes your lips as he cups your breasts, his hands rough but gentle. His fingers teasingly graze your nipples, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. They pebble under his touch, your nipples stiffening.
“God, you’re perfect.” He murmured, his fingers continuing to tease your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
Your legs spread instinctively, making room for him as he places himself between your thighs. His hands slide down your thighs, squeezing your flesh. He grabs your bikini bottom, pulling it to the side.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, your hands gripping his arms for support. His fingers pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He lifts you up. You sit down on the edge of the pool.
"Spit on my hand baby." he murmured.
You nod, reaching down and collecting saliva in your mouth. You then spit into his waiting hand, your face flushing red at the dirty act. He smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Good girl." He murmured, his hand moving down to his shorts.
His fingers grip the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. There's already a bead of precum forming at the tip, and he uses your spit to slide his hand up and down his length. He lets out a low groan, his eyes locking with yours.
He keeps his eyes on you, his hand working himself. The sight is mesmerizing, his cock hard and thick in his hand. He lets out a low groan.
"You make me so hard." He murmured, his hand tightening around the base of his cock.
You can only watch, your mouth dry, mesmerized by the sight of him. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your legs spreading wider. You're so close, you can almost feel how hard he is, how hot and hard he is for you.
You reach out, your hand grazing over his cock. He lets out a groan, his head falling back at the slightest touch.
“God….” he moaned. "Need you."
His grip on his cock tightens, his breaths coming in quick pants. His eyes lock on yours, dark with desire. "Get in the pool."
You swallow hard, your throat dry. You nod, getting up from the edge of the pool. You step into the water, the cool liquid embracing your body.
Namjoon follows close behind, his hands immediately finding your waist. He pulls you to the shallow side of the pool, pressing your back against the edge. The roughness against your skin makes you shiver.
Without a word, he pulls you up, wrapping your legs around him. He holds you up against the edge, his hands gripping your ass.
"Hold on." He murmured.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your grip tight. He hikes you up higher, aligning his cock with your entrance. And then, with one swift thrust, he slides into you.
Your head falls back against the edge of the pool, a gasp falling from your lips. He fills you up completely
He lifts his head up, his eyes dark with desire. He takes your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth. He swallows your moans, his hands moving to the back of your head to hold you in place. His hip snaps up, hitting that spot deep inside you.
Your back arches, your thighs clenching around him. You claw at his back, the pleasure coursing through you almost overwhelming. It’s intense. You pull away from his mouth, your breaths coming in short pants. He doesn’t stop his movements, his pace relentless.
“Too good." You gasp out.
He lets out a guttural groan, your words sending shivers down his spine.
“Yeah? You like that? Like how I’m filling you up?” he murmured.
Your nod, unable to form words as he continues to move inside of you. He’s hitting that spot each time, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time. His pace is relentless
"Yeah, god, want you.. all of you…. god, more." You gasp out, the words just a jumble of moans and pleads.
“Yeah baby?” He murmured, his grip on your hips almost bruising.
"You want more?” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust. “Is this not enough for you?” He asks, his tone low and rough. “Or do you want me to give you everything I’ve got?"
His words go straight to your core, his grip, and the roughness of his tone sending shivers down your spine. Your nails dig into his back, trying to hold on.
"Everything," you beg. "Everything, please."
He lets out a deep growl, his movements growing more urgent. He pushes deeper, harder, the pressure building up inside of you. It’s too much, too much, but not enough.
He leans forward, his head dropping to your ear.
“You want everything, huh?” he murmured. “Turn around."
You nod, your body too weak to do anything else. You turn around, your hands gripping the edge of the pool. Namjoon doesn’t waste any time. He grabs your hips, pulling you back towards him.
Without any warning, he slams into you from behind. You let out a strangled cry, your fingers scrabbling for purchase against the edge of the pool. He sets a ruthless pace, his hands holding you in place.
His hips slam into yours with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the pool.
Your body is completely at his mercy, the pleasure too intense to process. His grip is bruising on your hips, holding you in place. And yet, you want more. You push back on him, desperate for more.
“You wanted everything,” he murmured. “You’re getting it.”
His words are like a switch, turning you into a wanton mess under him.
He leans over you, his chest pressed against your back. His hands slide up your waist, trailing up your body to your breasts. He cups them in his hands, squeezing them roughly.
“You like that, huh?” He murmured, his fingers pinching hard on your nipples. “Like how I’m using you.”
You can only moaned in response, the roughness of the edge of the pool against your chest adding another layer of sensation. The water splashes around you, the sound echoing in the room. You can feel him everywhere, inside you, behind you, all over you.
It’s too much and you’re going to lose it soon
“Oh god, I’’m gonna- ah-“ you cry out.
His hand shoots up, grabbing your jaw and turning your head to the side. His mouth crashes into yours, his tongue invading your mouth. Your hands come up, grasping at his hair as he kisses you.
His tongue muffles your moans, but they were just replaced by the sound of the water sloshing around you as he continues to pound into your from behind. It fills the silence, his hips pushing against your ass, his skin sliding your skin..
You pull away from his mouth gasping for air, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.
“Not yet.” He murmured, his hands tight around your waist.
His pace is brutal, his hips slams into yours with a force that sends waves of pleasure through you. He’s gripping you like his life depends on it and you feel like you’re going to break. But you wanted this.
"You asked for this, didn’t you? You wanted me to give you everything." He murmured, his voice low and rough in your ear.
You nod, unable to form any words.You feel him thicken inside you, his pace picking up even more. He’s close, you can tell by the way he’s panting in your ear. And yet he doesn’t stop.
“Open your mouth baby.” He murmured, and you clench around him at his words.
You part your lips, opening your mouth obediently. His fingers slide into your mouth, filling it up. You suck on them, your tongue swirling around them as if it was his cock. You moan around his fingers, your tongue swirling around them. It’s filthy. It’s dirty.
"God," he growled, his fingers still in your mouth. "You need your mouth full don’t you? You need something to keep you full."
And then, just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, you feel him slide a third finger into your mouth, filling your mouth even further.
You moaned around his fingers, the sounds coming out muffled and obscene. You could feel your clit twitch and throb at his words. You needed him everywhere, you needed more. You tried to push back against him, your body crying out for more, for release.
“God, you’re so loud.” He groaned. “You’re going to get us caugh. Do you want someone to watch you again? huh?"
His hand moved to your jaw, tilting your face up, forcing you to look ahead. And there, in the far corner of the room, was a mirror.
You could see everything. You couldn’t look away. You could see the way you were bent over, your back arched and your ass up in the air. You could see his hips slamming into you from behind, the way his cock was covered in your juices.
You could see his face, dark and almost feral as he stares back at the mirror, his eyes fixed on yours face. Your face burned with humiliation and it only turned you on even more to see yourself like this.
“Seeing this turns you on, doesn’t it?” He murmured in your ear. "seeing yourself like this." Your hands scratched at the edge of the pool, your mind going blank as the pressure built up inside you.
His fingers pull out of your mouth, leaving you panting and gasping for air. His hands settle on your hips again, his grip tight as he pounds into you from behind. You could feel his balls slapping against your clit, the sensation driving you insane.
”God I’m close,” he groaned, his pace becoming even more unforgiving. His fingers dig into your hips, his hands holding you in place. You could feel him grow even harder inside you, the pressure almost too much to bear.
“Me too,” you managed to gasp out, your voice wrecked.
"You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you, huh? Take every last drop." He murmured, his pace becoming even more relentless. "God, fill you up so pretty. " he murmured, his grip on you tightening. "Come with me."
And with that, you’re tipped over the edge. A loud moan tears through your throat as your orgasm hits you, your body trembling and clenching around him.
He lets out a low groan, his fingers digging even deeper as he follows close behind. His hips still as he fills you up. His hand clenches around your jaw, “You’re so good to me, baby." He murmured. A shiver ran through your body as his words sunk in, your skin on fire from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you.
You collapse boneless on top of the edge of the pool, you panting for air. Namjoon slips out of you, leaving you feeling empty and drained. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. His chest is resting on your back, his breaths coming in short pants against your skin. No one says anything for several moments. The only sounds in the room were the soft slapping of the water, as it splashes around you, and the sound of your uneven breaths.
Then, finally, Namjoon lets out a low groan and straightens up. You feel his hands on your waist, turning you around to face him. You look up at him, and finds him looking down at you with a small smile on his face. His hair is messy, sticking to his forehead in damp clumps. His cheeks are tinged red, his lips red and slightly swollen. He looked absolutely wrecked. You’ve probably looked worse.
He reaches one hand out, pushing your hair out of your face. His hand cups your chin, tilting your face up. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"You okay, angel?" He murmured, his hands running up and down your arms. You nod, unable to form words still. He smiles at you, his other hand reaching down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Told you you'd warm up." He murmured, his grin turning smug. He reaches down, lifting you up bridal style. You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling too boneless to protest.
“You’re terrible, that was so dirty.” You groaned, burying your face into his neck. Your legs still felt week, your legs still shaking around his waist.
He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Just the way you like it, baby.” He murmured. He steps out of the pool, his arms still holding you up. The cool nighttime air hits your heated skin, causing goosebumps to pepper your skin. Namjoon lets out a low whistle at the sight of your naked body.
He carries you over to a nearby bench, sitting you down gently. He kneels down between your thighs, his hands running up and down your legs, chasing away the cold.
“You good? Need an ice pack for that perfect ass?” he murmured jokingly.
You laugh, shaking your head. "God no." You murmur, still feeling too boneless to move.
Namjoon chuckles, his hands still running up and down your legs, warming you up. He stands up, picking up your discarded bikini top from the ground. He hands it to you, a small smirk on his face.
You groan, reaching out to take the bikini from him. You put it back on, struggling a bit to hook it back together. Namjoon watches you with amusement, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin as you fumble with the straps.
He chuckles, his hands sliding up your back to help you put the top on properly. His fingers graze your back as he hooks up the straps, sending goosebumps erupting over your skin.
“You’re so cute, it’s almost painful.” He murmured, reaching out to help you when you struggled with the strap, his fingers grazing your skin.
You stick your tongue out at him, trying to hide the fact that you were secretly preening at his words.
“Fuck off.” You huffed.
“So rude.” He murmured.
You roll your eyes, trying to act nonchalant. “You love me.” You murmur, your breath hitching in your chest as his fingers trail over your skin. He chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.
“Damn right I do.” He murmured against your skin.
Something about the way he said it, the possessiveness in his tone, has your stomach doing flips. You try to shake off the feeling as Namjoon sits down next to you on the bench.
“Come here.” He murmured, reaching out to pull you onto his lap. "Hug me."
You let out a small 'oomph' as he pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck like usual.
Namjoon lets out a satisfied hum, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence, his fingers running up and down your back, tracing your spine.
After a few moments, Namjoon speaks up. “I hope we didn’t traumatize anyone.” He murmured. His tone is light, a hint of humor underlying his words.
You let out a small chuckle, lifting your head from his neck to look at him. "You know we did." You joked.
Namjoon lets out a low chuckle. "I love you, angel." He murmured, his hands running up and down your back.
You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. "I love you too." You murmur against his skin. His hands slide up your back, reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of your neck.
He lets out a soft sigh, his arms tightening around you. You feel his nose nuzzle into your shoulder, his face buried into the crook of your neck.
“I wanna just stay like this forever.” He murmured.
"You'd get sick of me." You murmured, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.
Namjoon shakes his head, his hands sliding up to cup your face. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes soft.
"No, I wouldn’t." He murmured, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. "Never."
You feel your heart flutter at his words, your stomach doing flips. His gaze is unwavering, his eyes searching your face, as if he's trying to commit every feature to memory.
You take in his face too, tracing the outline of his jaw with your fingers. "Never?" You murmur, your voice soft and vulnerable.
Namjoon's hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you in place. His other hand remains on your cheek; his thumb strokes your bottom lip. "Never." He says, his voice firm, certain. He leans in, his lips hovering close to yours. "Not in a million years."
Blind date set up by your mother? Sounds like a horrible idea. Blind date on Valentine’s Day? Even worse. But your date is Namjoon - tall, handsome, and unexpectedly charming. What starts as a potential disaster turns out to be… well, you’ll see.
genre: Art nerd Namjoon X psychology nerd reader. Pure fluff. Cozy date vibes. First date.
word count: 5K
a/n: here's a little something for valentine’s 🥰 I didn’t have time so this is not edited, proofread or anything. So it might be repetitive, and there might be mistakes. Hope you'll still enjoy it and I love you all ❤️
Why did you say yes to this?
You roll the question again and again in your mind as you struggle through the rain to get to the restaurant.
You normally wouldn’t want to go anywhere after work, especially not when it’s raining. Especially not for a blind date with a dude you know nothing about. And frankly, don’t care to learn.
But your mother insisted.
She told you it’s her friend's son, he’s tall and nice and handsome, and... you basically stopped listening because you were anyway not interested.
But she continued. Didn't even leave an option to refuse.
I gave him your number already. He’ll contact you to schedule a date.
Ugh.
And he indeed sent you a message. Apologizing that he doesn’t have the time to call you properly because he’s busy with work, but would love to schedule a date.
You said yes…
What else could you do??
He suggested a time and a place. You agreed, and that’s where the conversation ended.
So, you know nothing about him.
Because you haven’t listened to what your mom had said, and you didn’t feel like asking questions to someone who just told you “he’s busy with work.”
And his profile picture is of a flower field. So you don’t even know what he looks like. That can’t be a good sign.
And on top of all that, it’s fucking Valentine’s Day.
This is probably going to be a disaster.
Blind date on Valentine’s Day? How have you agreed to this? At the time, you didn’t even realize it when he asked if you were free Thursday night.
Only when you talked with your friends did you connect the dots. To be honest, it’s quite impressive that he managed to get a reservation for Valentine’s Day on such short notice. And at a nice restaurant at that.
You finally get there, shaking water off your umbrella and yourself. You check your phone - nine minutes early. Good, it’ll give you a moment to collect yourself and manage the mess your hair is probably in.
You approach the hostess, hoping the table is ready so you’ll be able to put down your coat and go to the restroom to freshen up.
“Hi, I have a reservation for…” You realize you have no idea if he made a reservation or under what name. You don’t even know his last name.
“…Namjoon?” you mumble weakly.
The hostess looks at her screen for two seconds before she nods as she talks. “Yes, Kim Namjoon, two people, 8 PM.”
You’re about to ask her if maybe the table is ready as you came a bit early when she looks up. “Follow me.”
You walk behind her as she makes her way through the busy restaurant. It really is a nice place, warm lighting, white tablecloths, some old tunes playing in the background, low enough to hear the person next to you, loud enough to be heard over the murmur of the space full of people.
You look around as you cross the space of the restaurant. All the tables are fully occupied, mostly couples. Until you get closer to the end of the room, where you see a table, tucked in a corner, the only table where a single man is sitting.
Is he already here?
As you move closer, you start to notice… he’s big. Like his back and shoulders dwarf the chair, kinda big.
And... handsome. Like your mom said. Very handsome.
A panic starts to rise in you. What the actual fuck? It was supposed to be a flop date with your mom’s friend's loser random son.
You are definitely not mentally or physically prepared for a nice date at a nice place with someone looking like that.
Maybe it's not him. This couldn’t be him? Right?
You look at the hostess, she’ll probably divert at any moment now, take you to a lame table near the toilet or the kitchen. But she walks in confident, long strides directly in his direction.
He’s looking at something on his phone, glasses low on his nose. As you get closer, he seems to notice, and he looks up, as a bright smile breaks on his face. And when you are a few steps away from him, he pushes himself up, takes his glasses off, and puts them down on the table.
You get to the table, and the hostess turns to you. You wonder if she can read the panic on your face. “Enjoy your night,” she says brightly before leaving you there alone. Well, alone with him.
And for as much as you feel terrified, he looks delighted.
He's dressed nicely, with a linen shirt tucked into light dress pants. You try to ignore how the shirt disctactivly stretches on his pecs. And he's tall. Like, towering-over-you, you-need-to-tilt-your head-to-see-his-face tall. He takes a step towards you, hand reached out, you look down at it and then back up at his face as you put your hand in his.
You didn't need to know how much larger his hand was than yours. And how warm it is, compared to your icy hands that still haven’t warmed up from the outside cold.
“Namjoon. Nice to finally meet you,” he introduces himself as he shakes your hand. His voice... It’s… not good for you. What it does to you. The final nail in your coffin.
“y/n, nice meeting you too,” and you’re very aware how shaky your voice sounds.
He lets go of your hand as he circles you. “May I?” he gestures to your coat.
You just nod, and you help him to slide it off your shoulders. He hangs it on the back of your chair, and he pulls it out for you.
But you don’t sit down, you need a moment. “Umm.. I need to go to the restroom. Real quick.”
He nods, and he chuckles a bit, like he finds you amusing, “Sure.”
You lock the door quickly after you, letting out an exhale that has been sitting in your chest since you got here. You hurry to check yourself in the mirror, and well, you look just like the mess you’ve imagined. You look down at your clothes, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. Maybe you should have worn something nicer to work today. Nothing you can do about it now. You hand-comb your hair, making it look somewhat normal. Adding some lip gloss and a spray or two of perfume.
You examine the result in the mirror; this is the best you can do right now. You take another deep breath. You can do this. This is just a date. What is the difference from before? That he’s hot and tall and handsome? And it looks like he has pecs you want to rest your head on?
Okay, this isn’t helping.
Maybe he’s still a total loser.
Yeah, his personality might suck. Like, he could be a complete dick.
But he did choose a nice restaurant. And he got up when you arrived... And he took off your coat and pulled the chair out for you... That’s quite gentlemanly actually...
Maybe you’ll go out and find out instead of talking to yourself in the restaurant bathroom?!
OMG, how long have you been here? He probably thinks you’re having explosive diarrhea or something.
One last look at yourself. You can do it.
And with that, you got back out.
You stroll back to the table and slide into the chair in front of him. Your Valentine’s date. Namjoon.
He puts down his phone right away, takes off his glasses, smiling at you as you sit down.
You look at each other for a moment, you don’t know what to say, where to start, and it looks like he doesn’t know either.
“Well… this is awkward,” he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. And you catch that he’s also a bit nervous. Maybe not as much as you are. But he is. And it’s somehow reassuring.
You laugh lightly with him, “Yeah, it really is. I’ve never been to a blind date. What is supposed to happen now?”
“Neither do I,” he nods. “I was just visiting my mom’s when your mother was there. And she started showing me pictures. She really talks about you a lot,” he giggles as he shakes his head. "And she might have asked me to take you on a date."
Oh, fuck your life. You cover your face with your hands. “This is mortifying.”
“No, no, it really wasn’t. She’s cute,” he giggles again, “and very persistent.”
“How is it not embarrassing that my mom basically told you that I’m chronically single?”
He laughs, a full laugh. “Because that makes the two of us.”
And just like that, the ice starts to break. You feel a tiny bit more at ease. Maybe you can actually do this. Go through this date.
“Wait, you knew how I looked?” You suddenly realize what he said earlier. “So it’s not actually a blind date to you,” you say, it like a complaint.
He takes a sip of water before talking. “Yeah, I saw some pictures of you, so I already knew you were pretty,” he flirts easily. “You haven’t seen any picture of me?”
You shake your head as you raise the glass of water to your lips. You need to cool yourself down.
“So I hope you’re not disappointed,” he says cheekily, tilting his head forward, grinning.
You’re about to open your mouth to say God knows what, but luckily, you’re saved by the server who stops by your table, “Ready to order?”
You panickily fumble with the menu you haven't even opened yet.
“I think we need a few more minutes,” Namjoon answers calmly. “Do you want to order drinks first?” he asks you as he opens the drink menu.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Is wine okay? Or do you want something else?”
“Wine is fine. You can choose whatever.”
He says something that sounds French as he points to what he wants for the server.
You then busy yourself with reading the menu as you need to prepare for when she’ll come back. And he follows suit, opening his own menu, “Do you want to share starters?”
Umm, duh? You’re starving. And because you haven’t really had many expectations for this date, you just planned to eat. Because at least you’ll always have food. “What do you think about fried zucchini flowers from the specials?” you suggest.
“That sounds good. And the burrata dish?” he asks as he looks at you above the menu.
You hum and nod. Your stomach already growls.
And right on cue, the waitress arrives with your wine. She uncorks the bottle and pours a small sample into one of the wine glasses. “Who will try the wine?”
Namjoon is gesturing with his hand to you, “Please.”
She places the glass in front of you, and you take a small sip, feeling suddenly embarrassed as he is looking at you, waiting for your approval. You don’t know much about wine. But it’s good. It feels smooth, and the taste is nice.
“I like it,” you nod as you look at him.
He smiles at you, then turns to the waitress and gives a nod of approval. And she follows by filling both of your glasses.
“Are you ready to order?” Namjoon asks you.
“Yeah, I’ll take the risotto,” you tell the server, and he orders the carbonara and the starters you agreed on.
When the waitress leaves, he takes up his glass and swirls the wine in it before taking a sip. He hums, and you wish you could ignore how low and attractive it is. “It’s a really good wine.”
You drink your wine as well, humming in approval.
“Your mom told me you’re doing your PhD now,” he says as he puts down his glass. “In psychology?” he adds a beat later. It takes you a bit by surprise, because he is obviously more prepared for this date than you were. If it wasn’t acutely obvious already.
“Yeah, I’m doing my research in behavioral psychology.”
“What is it about?”
“The connection between addiction and stress.”
“Oh, interesting," he lights up, sounding genuinely interested. "How have you got into the field?”
“Well, originally, I was more on the neuropsychology side. I was doing my bachelor's seminar on the HPA axis. The whole reward-stress dopamine-related response.”
He nods, drinking more of his wine.
“And then I got really into the world of addiction, how it's, as a phenomenon, shows how the brain reacts to extreme situations. How we react to them. I look at addiction more as a stress response and less as… lack of control. If that makes sense.”
“Yeah, totally,” he answers, and there is something in his voice, and a sparkle in his eyes that makes you want to keep talking.
So you continue, and he asks more questions. Looking at you, listening intently. He asks good questions, adding intelligent comments. Surprisingly, it goes well. You’re actually enjoying yourself talking with him about this. When the food arrives at some point, you feel more like yourself, more in your element.
Before you even notice, your glass is empty, and he immediately suggests filling it up for you.
“What do you do?” you finally ask him.
He looks up at you, fork in one hand and knife in the other, frozen in the middle of motion. “You really don’t know anything?”
You feel yourself blush as you shake your head. And he laughs, like he finds your obliviousness so funny.
“How did you even agree to this date at all?” he says as he shakes his head, not really expecting to get an answer. “I’m a curator. I work with several galleries, and I also help connecting business who look to buy local art with the artists.” He looks around, adding, “I actually worked with this restaurant. I helped them with getting all the art that’s around here.”
You look around as well, mimicking him. “You did a good job.”
He seems pleased with the compliment, smiling brightly, “Thanks.”
“Is this how you got a reservation here on Valentine’s Day?” you ask. Now it makes more sense.
“Yeah,” he answers proudly. “The owner is a good friend of mine, I told him I have a very important date and that he has to help me out,” he adds with a wink.
You almost choke on a bite, and you swallow it forcefully. Not knowing what to say more. You try to continue the previous conversation, “I actually don’t know much about art."
“You don’t need to know anything. Art is meant to be enjoyed, to be perceived. To evoke a feeling for the consumer. That’s the only thing you should know.”
You blink at him. "That sounds very nice in theory, but I'm sure you need to at least understand something about what you're looking at?"
“Have you ever been to a gallery before?” he asks. You shake your head, busying yourself with the food. You can guess where it’s heading.
“Then... maybe... I can take you?”
You just nod, mouth full of food. Not that you’d know what to say in response anyway.
The main courses arrive, with a new refill of your wine glass. You're not really good at responding to his flirting yet. But you feel much better than when you just arrived. This is going way better than expected.
For a moment, the conversation pauses, forks clink softly against plates, and steam curls up between you. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until now, and judging by how he’s already digging in, neither did he.
“This is dangerously good,” he says after his first bite, eyes widening slightly. “I might need to apologize in advance if I start ignoring you.”
You smile around your fork. “As long as you don’t steal my food.”
He raises a brow. “I was actually planning on snicking a bite of your risotto.” And his fork is already making its way to your plate. A moment before he reaches your plate, he looks up at you, checking if this is really okay with you. And you nod with a smile. You planned to steal a bite of his pasta anyway.
You laugh, the sound coming easier now, more natural. It surprises you how comfortable it feels.
“So,” you start a conversation again after you both ate enough to relax, swirling your wine absentmindedly, “Do you go on a lot of dates arranged by your mom?”
He winces. “God, no. I’m usually okay with finding dates on my own.”
You look at him, mischief glints in your eyes. “So... you go on a lot of dates?”
“Very smooth,” he chuckles as he takes a sip of wine. “But no, I usually work too much. Doesn’t leave much room to meet new people.” He says with a shrug, accepting it for what it is, but it sounds like it saddens him. “At least that’s what my mom says.”
“What about you?” he asks.
“Does my mom set me up on dates? She tries, but I usually refuse,” you say cheekily, trying to lighten the mood back again. Knowing this is not what he intended to ask.
“Then how did I get so lucky to land this date?” he asks, flirty again.
“She already gave you my number before talking to me. I couldn’t really back off at this point,” you say with an exaggerated sigh.
“Can I be honest with you?” he says conspiratorially, lowering his voice, leaning closer over the table.
You nod, eyes locked into his.
“I actually begged your mother for your number. After she showed me a picture of you, all she told me about you. I just really wanted to meet you.”
Your throat feels dry all of a sudden, and you feel hot all over.
“I hope it’s okay with you,” he says, voice even lower.
“Y-yeah, it’s okay,” you barely stutter.
And he smiles in response, a light laugh laced with his words. “Good. I’m glad you said yes to this date.”
“Me too,” and you look down at your plate, digging in for another bite.
For a few moments, both of you are back to concentrating on eating. You’re suddenly very aware of everything - your heartbeat, the warmth of the wine in your stomach, the way his gaze flickers to you when he thinks you’re not looking.
“Are you always this concentrated when you eat?” he asks suddenly, teasing, but there’s something in his tone that makes you feel like he’s only asking because he wants an excuse to keep the conversation going.
You blink at him, caught. “Uh… I don’t know. Maybe.”
He smirks, leaning back slightly, still eating, though. “You look so lost in thought. Like you’re trying to figure something out.”
You giggle. “And what exactly am I figuring out right now?”
He shrugs, but his eyes don’t leave yours. “If I’m completely charming you or completely terrifying you.”
You bark out a laugh, unable to help yourself. “I’m leaning toward terrifying.”
“Nah. I don’t buy it,” he says, and it sounds so dorky, you can’t help but laugh. How does he even manage to say something like that and not sound like a complete douch?
“Okay. And what about you?” you ask, biting down on your lips, feeling somewhat self-conscious. You haven’t openly flirted like that in a long, long time. But you want to.
“Oh, I’m completely charmed. Wasn't I obvious enough?” he says right away, not even a slight waver in his tone.
You feel the heat creeping to your face; you hope that it’s dark enough that he can’t really see it. And you try to hide your smile behind a sip of wine. Not that you think you manage to.
You lower your glass slowly, trying - and failing - to compose your face.
“Oh, you were obvious,” you say, attempting nonchalance.
He squints at you slightly. “Obvious in a good way or in a ‘please escort this man out’ way?”
You pretend to consider it, tilting your head. “I’ll return to you with an answer by the end of the night.”
“I’ll wait patiently.” He nods seriously. “I did come in strong with the eye contact. Rookie mistake.”
You can barely hold your smile in as he refills both of your glasses, finishing the last drops of wine. “You did hold it for a very long time,” you agree.
“I read somewhere that long eye contact can build connection,” he says matter-of-factly. Then he pauses, thinking for a moment before he continues. “Or it can trigger a fight-or-flight response. It was a fifty-fifty gamble on my side that it'll work my way.”
“Fifty-fifty? You’re generous,” you say with a teasing smirk.
“Ouch,” he laughs under his breath. ”So, how are my chances looking right now?”
You pretend to muse, finger tapping your chin. “Like.. 30 percent?”
“Oh wow, that bad?” he says, but his big smile tells you he knows you’re bullshiting.
“What can I say? I’m hard to impress,” you giggle as you say.
“I figured. Or else, how someone like you would still be single?” he grins as he says.
You narrow your eyes. “Wow. That sounded like a compliment and an insult at the same time.”
“I’m talented like that,” he replies proudly. “It’s a niche skill.”
“So what are you implying?” you challenge, but there’s not a real bite.
“That you have standards,” he says simply. “High ones.”
You hum. “Correct.”
“And possibly a low tolerance for nonsense.”
“Also correct.”
He nods thoughtfully. “That explains a lot.”
“Explains what?”
“Why I need to be on my best behavior.”
“And is this your best behavior?”
“This is me trying.”
“That’s concerning.”
He laughs. “Okay, fair. But in my defense, I don’t go on many dates.”
You lift a brow. “Because you’re busy reading about cheap psychology theories about eye contact?”
He laughs. “Next time, I’ll check with a psychology PhD candidate if she approves the data.”
You shake your head, smiling. “So you don’t date at all?” You circle back to the topic, now that you're more relaxed. And have more wine in your system.
He shrugs. “Like I said, I get busy. And then when I do have time, I convince myself I should use it productively.”
“That’s the most responsible excuse I’ve ever heard.”
“I once cancelled a date because I remembered I had laundry,” he admits.
You almost snort wine out of your nose.
You level with him and rise up the stakes. “I once cancelled a date because I started a new show the night before.”
He nods slowly. “Dangerous.”
“I realized I prefer to go home watching what happens than going on a random date.”
He presses his lips together, trying not to laugh. “Did you at least lie creatively?”
“I said I wasn’t feeling well.”
“That’s technically true,” he says solemnly. “You were unwell. Emotionally. And probably also mentally.”
You fake gasp, punching him on his arm. Ignoring how solid it felt.
“You cancelled for laundry.”
“Laundry is important,” he argues.
You roll your eyes, and he laughs.
“Okay,” he says calmly. “Once, I cancelled a date because I found a parking spot directly in front of my apartment.”
You’re laughing before he even finishes. “You sacrificed a chance for romance for convenient parking?”
“You don’t understand,” he says, shaking his head. “It was rush hour, in the middle of the city, right next to the building. I felt it was a sign.”
“A sign you should stand up?”
“I texted her and said something came up.”
“A parking spot came up,” you say, and you both laugh a little too loud for the vibe of the restaurant.
You wipe at the corner of your eye, still smiling. “You’re worse than me.”
“Thank you,” he says proudly.
“That was not a compliment.”
“I’m taking it as one anyway.”
You’re still smiling at him when the waiter appears beside the table, clearing your plates.
“Desserts?” she asks, placing the dessert menu between you.
He looks at you, and you just nod your head.
“Yes, please,” he answers.
There’s a moment of silence as you both read the menu.
“I’m kinda eyeing the tiramisu and panna cotta,” you say, and you look up at him, only to see that he’s actually already looking at you, not at the menu he holds.
“Let’s do both,” he says simply, still holding eye contact with you. He shifts a bit, his knee brushes yours under the table, and when you don’t move it, he leaves it there. You smile, and he smiles back.
The waiter returns, and he orders the desserts. “And espressos, please,” he adds.
You look at him. “It’s like, very late at night.”
“And the problem is?” he asks.
“You’re not sleeping tonight.”
“I rarely do.”
“That explains a lot,” you mutter.
He nudges your foot lightly under the table. “Rude.”
You feel so different from the beginning of the date. It’s almost hard to believe it was today. It’s hard to believe you just met a couple of hours ago. When have you ever been so comfortable next to people you just met? When was the last time you enjoyed a date?
The conversation flows easily now. You tell things about yourself, your life. He listens and gives you some of himself in response. Share bits of himself. Giving commentary when it’s appropriate.
The desserts arrive. With his espresso.
You dig into the tiramisu immediately.
He takes his own spoonful, eyes widening slightly. “Okay. This was the right choice.”
You nod, mouth full. “Mhm.”
After a few moments of just eating in silence, he put down his spoon, declaring, “The tiramisu was better.”
You giggle. “Are you always this decisive?”
“About dessert? Absolutely.”
“About other things?”
He leans back slightly, studying you. “Depends.”
“On?”
“Whether I care.”
You raise a brow. “And tonight?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “I cared enough to find a reservation for Valentine’s Day on less than a week's notice.” He lifts his brow, like he thinks it’s obvious.
“And now I owe a favor. Which is probably gonna cost me,” he mutters, laughing.
“Hope it was worth it,” you say with a bashful smile.
“Oh, totally.” He leans in closer, resting both hands on the table, eyes narrowing as he looks at you. “And still, I got only 30%.”
You pretend to consider it again, tapping your chin dramatically. “Fine.”
His eyebrows lift, expecting.
“Thirty-five.”
He gasps softly. “Five percent? That’s huge.” He says it all sarcastically.
“Don’t get cocky.”
“Never,” he says, already looking extremely pleased with himself.
You lean back in your chair, buzzing from wine and sugar and the way he keeps looking at you.
“Okay,” you say. “Make-or-break question.”
He straightens again. “I’m ready.”
“Would you eat the last bite if I offered it, or sneak it when I’m not looking?”
“To be honest? I’d probably sneak it.”
“And here I was, thinking you might be a gentleman.”
“I am a gentleman,” he protests, pouting slightly.
“So you’re not patient,” you tease.
“I’ll have you know I’m plenty patient,“ he says, voice low, eyes locked on yours.
You smirk. “Plenty patient, huh? I’m skeptical.”
He tilts his head, eyes glinting. “Skepticism is healthy. Keeps me on my toes.”
You laugh softly, finishing the last bite of tiramisu. A yawn escapes you, the exhaustion of the day, the food, and the wine finally catching up with you.
He clears his throat, “I feel like this is the time I’m obligated to say I had a lot of fun tonight.” Something else is painting his tone, more gentle, almost shy. “And I’d love to see you again,” he says, and you notice his ears are tinted pink. “If you’d-”
“I’d love to,” you don’t let him finish.
He looks at you, smiling, and he moves his hand to rest on yours. You feel the warmth climb up from it, and it’s like it sets your whole body on fire.
“I didn’t expect to enjoy tonight as much as I did,” he says, softly.
You tilt your head. “You came with low expectations for this date?”
“I came with high expectations.” He squeezes your hand. “And you exceeded them.”
He holds your gaze, rubbing his thumb gently on your hand, until the waiter clears the plates and he signals for the check.
You gather your things, still smiling, as he helps you on with your coat. “Do you want me to call an Uber for you?” he asks, keeping his tone casual, but there’s a hint of care in it.
“That’d be great,” you reply, buttoning up your coat and trying not to stare at how good he looks in the soft light of the restaurant.
You step outside together. The city is wet from the rain, lights reflecting in the puddles. The night is beautiful, almost cinematic. He tilts down his head, smiling, and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine - not from cold, but from the way he’s looking at you.
He comes closer, standing right in front of you.
“So…” His hand brushes yours lightly. “This was… fun. Very fun.”
“It was,” you murmur, matching his smile.
He smiles brighter, he leans in and presses a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. Short, sweet, yet enough to make your heart race. When he pulls back slightly, his eyes search yours, sparkling in the streetlight, full of emotion.
Neither of you says a word, just your breath swirling together in the cold air.
Then his hands go to the collar of your coat, and he pulls you back in. Or that you lean forward. It’s hard to tell when the only thing on your mind is him.
Your lips meet again, this time for longer, warmer, more certain. And for a moment, the world narrows to the rain-soaked street and the soft press of his lips. His thumbs brush along your jawline, and the kiss depends. His tongue teases your bottom lip gently, and you slightly part them for him. He tastes like cream and wine. He holds your head gently, fingers brushing your hair. And it feels right. You feel sure and steady in his hands. They are gentle and calm, keeping you in place but not pulling you hard. His lips move without a rush, like he savors every minuscule movement of your own. And you feel yourself melt more and more into the kiss. Wanting more of him. More of his calmness. More from how steady he holds himself. You feel like he can hold you too. You never looked for someone to hold you. But maybe it’ll be nice to have someone like that in your life.
You break apart just slightly, eyes immediately connecting.
“What are my chances now?” he asks, voice low and slightly breathless.
When hoseok makes you look at yourself in the mirror while he fucks you from behind ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚
Tags: this is so filthy… she in subspace🫠, as the title says . Mirror sex, manhandling, hes rough, fingers sucking, praising, she cry a bit, really descriptive creampie, he cums alot like omg, cum tasting, hes so sweet in the end.
Mdni 18+
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You were already soaked from making out earlier. Hoseok settled between your thighs, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds making you shiver.
He took his time kissing your neck sloppily as he squeezed your breasts until you were squirming on your bed.
“Hobaa.. please,” you whine, needing him to put his cock inside already.
“I know, princess,” he whispered in your ears as he slowly slid into you with one smooth deep thrust.
You gasped, arching off the bed as he started immediately moving. A steady rhythmic pace that was almost lazy, Breathing so heavily on your face.
The feeling of his shaft sliding in and out, stroking your sensitive walls was so overwhelming, your eyes rolled back into your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, trying to get him deeper.
“Fuck,” He let out a a soft grunt feeling you squeeze around his cock.
He kissed you, swallowing your moans. His hands were everywhere—in your hair, on your face, gripping your hips to keep his slow, maddening pace. You were getting lost in it, in the feel of him moving inside you, in the heat of his skin, soft wet noises that your pussy makes.
He watched your face change. Seeing your eyes get a little unfocused, your mouth soft and slack. He saw the moment you slipped into that quiet, pliant headspace. He smiled nudging his nose and lips on your cheek.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured against you, his voice thick with affection. He kept the pace steady, rocking his hips into you. Keeping you right there on the blissful edge.
His gaze drifted to the huge mirror in front your bed, and the corner of his lips lifted as an idea struck him.
Then, he slowed. Pulling almost all the way out making you whine at the loss. "Shh," he soothed, kissing your cheek. "I've got you. Turn over."
Rolling you to your stomach. you went easily, boneless. He arranged you on your knees pulling you hips up as you arch your back, his hands wrapped gently around your forearms pulling you back to him, supporting you as your hazy headspace made your entire body weaken.
“Eyes up, princess,” he said softly.
You blinked slowly, dizzy enough that it took you a few seconds to finally look up.
The mirror on the wall was right in front of you. You saw yourself—hair messed up, skin flushed pink, lips swollen. You looked fucked-out and peaceful.
You saw him move behind you. He guided his throbbing cock back inside with one hand as the other locked around your elbows like it was nothing, keeping you still. You moaned, your head dropping for a second.
“Look,” his voice firmer now. Setting a deep and hard pace, his hips slamming into your ass with a sound that filled the room. Your head was too heavy to hold up. Dropping forward, voice so small as you let out incoherent words.
“ i- i can’..” voice vibrating from the force of his thrusts.
He tsk a sound, wrapping one arm around your waist pulling you hard on his chest as his hand help your chin up.
“Open up,” he demands.
You opened your mouth, pushing two fingers inside. They pressed down on your tongue, making you drool on his fingers.
“Suck,” he said
You closed your lips around his fingers and sucked. Applying a weak rhythmic pressure. It was easy. Almost comforting as It gave you something to do.
“Yeahh..good girl”
“Now look at your pretty face on the mirror,” he said pounding harder into you.
You were trapped. In a good way. Your eyes went back to the mirror.
You saw it all. You saw your face, your cheeks hollow from sucking his fingers. Watching the tears that tracked silently down your cheeks from the sheer, overwhelming everything of it. You saw how your breasts bounced every time he pushed into you. You watched his face, a mask of fierce concentration and adoration, his eyes glued to where his fingers disappeared between your lips.
It was a lot. Too much. But you couldn't look away. He wouldn't let you.
“That’s it ,princess” he rasped, His breath was hot on your neck. “Juuust like that. See how pretty you are? See how well you take it?”
He was everywhere. Inside you. In your mouth. In your sight. He was the only solid thing in your soft, dissolving world.
“Good girl,”he rasped, the words vibrating through his chest and into your back. The praise sank into you, warm and steady, even as his thrusts became frantic, losing their rhythm. “Perfect girl. Just like that. Don't look away.”
It happened fast. One second you were lost in the rhythm, his fingers heavy on your tongue, your eyes glued to your own wrecked reflection. The next, a hot, sharp wave curled low in your belly, a clenching, electric pulse that stole your breath and your thoughts.
You didn't make a sound. Your mouth just hung open around his fingers as you held your breath. Your eyes went blank in the mirror. Your body locked up, every muscle tight, and he could feel your cunt pulsing around him, gripping him in waves.
“Oh fuck—” his voice cracked.
It sent him over the edge. slamming into you hard, burying himself deep, and then he was coming. The first spurt hit inside you, hot and thick. He groaned, a low, broken sound, his hips jerking against your against your ass.
It was so warm. So wet. It filled you up spreading deep in your belly. The feeling of it, the sudden wet heat, made your own orgasm kick harder. Your pussy clenched again, milking him, pulling more out of him.
“Shit—“ he gasped. “Keep doing that—“
He kept coming. Long, thick spurts that he could feel pumping out of him. Each one made you twitch around him. Your body kept squeezing, kept pulling. It was like you were trying to take everything he had.
The feeling was dirty and perfect. You were Stuffed. warm and slippery. It was too much to hold. Some of it leaked out around his cock, dripping down your thighs, wetting the sheets under you.
His chest pressed against your back, his breath hot and ragged on your neck. His cock kept twitching inside you, giving little spurts of cum even after he thought he was done. Your pussy kept squeezing back, little aftershocks that made him whimper.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, baby.”
You just stayed there, limp and used, your body still shaking. You could feel everything. The mess between your legs. The wet spot growing under you. The warmth of his cum inside you. The weight of him on your back.
He finally moved. He slowly pulled out, and the feeling made you gasp. Empty. Wet. A gush of his cum followed, warm and thick, sliding out of you and down your thighs.
He turned you onto your back. His eyes went straight to the mess between your legs. His cum was still leaking out of you, a slow white drip that pooled on the sheets. He stared at it. His jaw was tight. His eyes were dark.
“Look at that,” he said, his voice rough. He reached down and ran two fingers through the mess, spreading it around. “Look at what I did to you.”
You looked down. Your thighs were wet. Your pussy was red and swollen. His cum was everywhere, slick and shiny on your skin.
He brought his fingers up to your mouth. “Taste.”
You opened your mouth and he pushed his fingers inside. You sucked them clean. The taste was salty and bitter and him. His eyes watched you, hungry.
“Good girl,” he said. “All mine.”
He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You could taste both of you mixed together. It was filthy. It was perfect.
When he pulled back, he was smiling. Soft now. His eyes looked almost doe-like, open and unguarded, filled with affection. He brushed your hair off your face.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
You shook your head. Words were still hard.
“Good.” He kissed your forehead. “Let's get you cleaned up ᡣ𐭩.”
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A/N: holy… this was so intense and im very proud of this one cuz it really effected me lol just honest emotions here.
jungkook has always been your forbidden fantasy — the one man you could never have. unbeknownst to you, he yearned for you just as badly, fighting every urge and dark desire because you were his son's girlfriend. until that one night, heartbroken after being cheated on, you run into his warm safe arms and every rule breaks. what happens when the best raw passionate night of your life turns into the sweetest revenge and the beginning of something new?
⁽ PAIRING ₎ ex-boyfriend's father!jungkook x f.reader
⁽ GENRE ₎ forbidden love, dark romance, age gap, yearning and pining, long term mutual secret attraction, angst & drama, fluff, smut
⁽ WARNINGS ₎ 18+, explicit smut, minors dni, reader is 23 & jungkook is 41 (18 years age gap), cheating and infidelity (by the boyfriend), revenge and heartbreak, sexual fantasies and masturbation, alcohol consumption and smoking, sensual dancing, angry love confessions, arguments, mirror sex, multiple sex scenes and orgasms, different positions, rough sex, dirty talk and degradation, praise kink, size kink, power imbalance, semi public sex, creampie and breeding kink, oral sex (f. receiving), breast and nipple play, face sitting, clit play, fingering, cum eating, overstimulation, oral sex (m. receiving), blowjob, throat bulging, hair fisting, cum on tits, body worship, manhandling, cum stuffing and cock warming, jungkook teaches his son a good lesson, more tags to be added... (each part will contain their individual warnings)
⁽ NOTE ₎ i'm so excited to share this fic with y'all! it's something different and unlike anything i've tried before so i really hope you'll enjoy it. it'll most likely be a three-shot and i wanted to share a little teaser, let me know your thoughts sweet darlings, i love you bunch <33
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“ah... ah… ah…”
the slap of wet skin on skin was all that was ringing in your ears along with jungkook's low manly groans as he fucked you deep and hard from behind on the bed.
the very bed that you once shared with his son.
your dress was bunched around your waist, panties long gone and his big hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise.
“fuckk you feel even better than i imagined.”
he growled against your ear, thrusting hard, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast.
“so tight for me baby, been waiting forever for this pussy.”
you moaned loudly pushing back against him, lost in the feeling of his huge cock stretching you, you could barely breathe and it felt like he was inside your stomach.
“jungkook oh god y-yes.. harder...”
that's when the door suddenly flew open.
your ex, his son stood there frozen, eyes wide with shock, phone still in his hand like he'd been about to call you once again.
“what the actual fuck?!”
jungkook didn't stop, not even for a second, he just smirked, hips snapping forward again so hard that you squealed not being able to stay still.
his one hand stayed on your hip while the other tangled in your hair, tilting your head up so his son could see your tear streaked face twisted in pleasure.
“surprise.” jungkook said casually yet roughly.
“took you long enough to show up.”
“dad what the hell are you doing with her?!”
he yelled, his face turning red with rage and disbelief.
the embarrassment made you want to pull away for a bit but jungkook held you firmly in place, starting to pound into you now with perfect rhythm and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your pussy clenching hard.
“what does it look like i'm doing?”
jungkook chuckled darkly, not missing a beat, he leaned down, biting your shoulder lightly before looking back at his son.
“i'm fucking the girl you were stupid enough to cheat on.. she came to me crying about your sorry ass, figured i'd show her what a real man feels like.”
his son took a step forward, fists clenching, not even registering the words properly.
“get the fuck off her! that's my girlfriend!”
“was.” jungkook corrected.
his pace picks up again while you whined helplessly, the thrill of being watched while being owned by the man that you've always wanted made you even hornier and wetter.
the sick twisted part of you loved that jungkook was taking his revenge so sweetly.
“jungkook...”
you gasped, shame no longer left in you as your back arched more for him.
he leaned down and pressed his chest to your back, placing open mouthed kisses almost lovingly against your shoulder blades.
“shhh baby, let him hear how loud you get for daddy.”
his son looked like he might just hit someone but was not being able to do anything about it, clearly intimidated by his father like he always was.
“you're sick, both of you.”
jungkook laughed low, enjoying it a little too much.
“sick? nahh this is payback.”
jungkook glares, his jaw clenched, tongue poking the inside of his cheek hotly.
“for every time you lied to her, every time you made her cry… i'm making it right. you think you deserve her huh?”
you cried out from his words and also when the tip of his cock nudges on that spot inside you that makes your brain reduce to a mush, your hand scratching against the bed sheets, fisting it and pulling it until it bunches around you.
you both felt absolutely crazy and wild for each other.
“hahhngh jungkook!”
“that's it.” he praised, eyes locked on his son the whole time.
“tell him whose cock you're creaming on baby, loud enough for him to hear.”
your voice breaks, your body trembling uncontrollably.
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word count: 6.5k
warnings: Be prepared for lots of Daddy/Dom Jimin and dirty talk.
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word count: 2.5k
warnings: cussing, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (be smart, use protection always lol), having sex during a phone call, an oblivious grandma, choking, creampie, is this a crack fic idk LOL.
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genre: smut, small YoonKook fluff
rating: explicit
description: Maybe it was a good thing you lost that bet to Yoongi. The punishment was cruel, but it lead you to a threesome with him and your crush so… yay for that.
word count: 6.9k
warnings: sexual content (I mean… it’s a threesome fic), use of a vibrator in public, cussing, masturbation, oral sex, Dom!Yoongi + Dom!Jungkook, double penetration, slight choking, Daddy kink, spanking, creampie, dirty talk, and unprotected sex (I advocate protection, I promise lol).
a/n: It’s been so long since I’ve written and I was doubting my abilities. So I’m a bit nervous, but I hope you all like it! Ever since I saw the pictures of Jungkook in the 2017 Seasons Greetings, I got janitor vibes and had to write something. He looked so~ good. Didn’t think Yoongi would join in the fun but hey, you can’t say no to YoonKook. We’re all weak for YoonKook, okay? Thank you for reading! Don’t be shy to tell me your thoughts. ❤ (Update: I posted it again b/c the tags weren’t showing up properly)
genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst, slight idiots to lovers
rating: explicit
description: So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can’t exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom…
word count: 6.7k
warnings: size kink, JK has a big dick (no, really), slight pain kink, light choking, dirty talk, Dom!JK, flustered/shy JK at first, unprotected sex (this is fiction, we all wanna be raw-dogged by JK okay), lube, JK loves OC’s panties a LOT, fingering, mentions of masturbation, OC gets embarrassed at first but JK is sweet about it, oral sex (male & female receiving), cursing, Soft Dom!JK, JK is overly concerned with how big your dildo is, embarrassing moments from both parties, spanking, prone bone, creampie, confession scenes,
a/n: As soon as I saw JK’s OJO face from that GCF, it kicked me into gear to write this. I’ve had this idea for SO long, but never had the motivation to finish it. I was supposed to release it last winter, so hope you’re all excited for it! Asks and reblogs are much appreciated (I read them all!). Also, much love to @jkeuphoriadreamland for bouncing ideas around with me.
“[Y/N], I can hear you in there.”
The muffled, disgruntled voice came from the other side of your door. Your eyes fluttered open and your hand stilled in your panties, your heart rate spiking. Maybe if you didn’t move a muscle, he’d go away.
“I know you’re up,” he added. You rose up from your bed.
“Um… exactly what did you hear?” you squealed, face burning up at your terrible acting skills.
“Unlock this door.”
You didn't know what compelled you to saunter over and open the door a mere crack, but oh the sight before you was almost worth the humiliation. Jungkook was in nothing but gray sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips. He had a bad case of bedhead, but his locks looked so soft that you wanted nothing more than to grab onto them and make out with his beautiful lips, which were captivating you just as much as that intense gaze of his.
“Hey… you…” you said with a meek smile, which he did not return.
“It’s 2 AM in the morning. I have work at 5. As hot as you sound, we either do something together so we both get satisfied or you let me get my rest because I am incredibly frustrated right now.”
Your eyes widened at his curt response. You’ve never seen him so tense, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as his glare bore into you. He leaned against your door frame with one arm, leaning in close enough to make you break eye contact. He tapped on the wooden frame with his index finger, awaiting your response.
“Sorry…”
God, you sounded absolutely pathetic .
“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?” Before you could respond, he let out a tsk sound and retreated back to his bedroom. You stood there in a trance until his door shut loudly, snapping you out of it. You wondered if he realized how much worse he left you than when he found you.
Fuck, was he always this hot when mad?
You went back to your room after closing the door. Climbing into bed, you got under the covers and laid flat on your back deep in thought. The only reason you were masturbating in the first place was because your room was freezing cold. You thought the heater was fixed, but your room was somehow still the coldest one in the apartment. You knew you’d never be able to go to sleep at this rate, so you decided to do something that would tire you out and hopefully lull you into the rest you craved.
It was supposed to be simple. You, your hand, your phone, and sweet, sweet release. Damn Jungkook for interrupting you. It’s bad enough his room was nice and toasty while you were suffering. Yeah, you heard his loudass snores. You assumed he was deep in the REM cycle so how the hell did he catch your moans? Ugh.
If he was so annoyed with you, then he should have warmed you up instead!
You shook your head and got under the covers, groaning at your lewd thoughts.
He’s my roommate. And he’s too good of a roommate for me to fuck things up.
“Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?”
Those words echoed in your mind. The way he changed his tone to a lower register with his Busan dialect slipping through was incredibly sexy. It was the perfect mix of frustration and anger and made your thighs rub together in want. Leaning over your nightstand, you opened the drawer and grabbed a velvet drawstring bag. Slipping off your pajama shorts, you pulled out your trusty dildo. Impatient, you closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook taking you right then and there. However, the moment you allowed the tip of the dildo to touch your entrance, all pleasure was lost. It was cold!
“Damn it…” you muttered. “I gotta warm it up. Ugh!”
You left your room in frustration and entered the bathroom, turning the sink on to the hottest setting and running it over your toy.
This might’ve been the most desperate masturbation session you’ve ever had, but you didn’t care. This was all Jungkook’s fault!
The next morning was Saturday. You were eating your breakfast on the kitchen island while mindlessly scrolling on your phone when Jungkook came out of his room. As soon as you two locked eyes, you almost choked on your food and had to chug some water to calm down. The man, confused, ruffled his hair and watched you through drowsy eyes.
“Are you okay?” he said, followed by a yawn.
You nodded as you beat your chest with your fist to get everything down. “Yeah… I just… didn’t expect you to be home. I thought you had work.”
“Oh,” He sounded more awake now. “I read my schedule wrong. Turns out I’m off every other Saturday now.”
“... Oh. Cool.”
He circled around the kitchen island to get to the fridge and you recalled last night’s events, mortified he had heard you. Should you apologize again? After all, you’re both two grown adults; there’s nothing to be ashamed about. If you didn’t say something now, that icky feeling would only fester inside you.
“Hey Jungkook.”
“Yeah?” he said from behind the fridge door.
“About yesterday… I hope you can forget all about it.”
As the refrigerator door shut, you were greeted by the sight of the most adorable man sipping a carton of banana milk. His eyes were wide and brimming with curiosity from your words.
“Did something happen yesterday? I was knocked out.”
You blinked at him twice. “Do you… not remember talking to me last night?”
“Hmm? I did? I was fast asleep, don’t remember a thing.” He took the seat next to you. “Why? What did we talk about?”
Pure relief washed over you like a tidal wave as you shook your head. “Oh, nothing much. My room’s a bit too cold. It was hard for me to sleep.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to the landlord. Do you want to sleep with me?” You shot him an incredulous look and he began to stutter. “I-I mean! Sleep in my bed! Not with me in it. Unless you wanted to—ah—fuck me!
There. That’s the Jungkook you knew. He’s never crossed the line and flirted with you, so you didn’t either out of respect. But… It was too hard to resist teasing him. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
“Unless I wanted to… fuck you?” you repeated innocently. This was new territory for you—teasing him. His flustered reactions were so damn adorable though. The way his nose scrunched and his eyes darted around everywhere except for your face. If anyone was watching you, they’d swore you had hearts in your eyes.
He set his drink down and proceeded to cover his face with both hands, panicking at his poor choice of words. “That didn’t come out right. Oh god… this is embarrassing.”
You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. “It’s okay. I don’t want to peg you—I mean, take your bed.”
Jungkook dropped his hands, speaking the next sentence in pouts. “Hey, I don’t want to be peg—not the point. No, seriously. My room’s really warm.”
“I mean… if you really want me in your room, all you have to do is ask, you know,” you remarked. Jungkook’s cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink, adding an extra charming element to his already cute self. Were you being too bold?
It didn’t matter because seeing how his lips trembled and how he could barely hold himself together was fun to watch.
“I didn’t realize it was that easy…” he mumbled, more to himself than you. You tilted your head at him and he noticed how you crossed one arm over another “Not that I’m calling you easy!”
“Uh huh. I’m watching you, Jeon Jungkook. Hmph.”
“No, wait. I’m sorry.”
You placed your index finger on his lips to shush him, even going so far as to tap his lip piercing teasingly. “Is that all your pretty lips are good for? Apologizing?”
You watched as his eyes widened once more and that caused you to realize what you were doing. My god. Using his own words against him was satisfying, but all this newfound confidence was going to get you in trouble. You cleared your throat and withdrew your hand, grabbing your breakfast plate and heading over to the sink before things could escalate.
“Uh… I’m gonna go to the gym. Run some errands or something,” Jungkook stammered as he got up, nearly toppling out of his stool. You bit your lip to hold in your laughter as he recomposed himself. Walking in the same direction, he flinched when you got near his proximity. “W-What are you doing?”
He’s so cute when nervous.
“Nothing. Grabbing my keys. I’m heading out too.”
“O-Okay.”
Your smile made his heart rate escalate. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
You spent the day with your closest friends on a brunch date, followed by a trip to the mall, and then hot cocoa in the evening. It was much needed after the week you had and after bidding them farewell, you went back to your apartment. Upon entering, you took off your shoes and put them on the shoe rack.
“Jungkook? Are you home?” you called out.
“Yeah! I just finished showering!” he called back in the distance. You went further into the apartment and plopped down on the couch.
“Damn,” you muttered, rubbing your arms. “Wish I could have showered with him. It’s so cold outside…”
As if on cue, Jungkook called for you again. “[Y/N]? Could you come here?”
You took off your purse and slowly rose up from the couch, hesitant. This had to be a dream. Why would he need you to come to the bathroom? He must’ve forgotten a towel. Or a t-shirt. Or pants. The specifics didn’t really matter because your hormones were going berserk at the possibilities.
You walked through the narrow hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door, excited at the thought of teasing him again. “I’m here. What’s up? Did you forget your towel or something? Silly boy.”
The door swung open and the shit-eating grin you had on your face dropped to the floor in an instant.
“Why is there a dildo in the bathroom, silly girl?”
Shit. Quick, say something. Anything. Don’t just stand there like a gaping fish! Oh dear, how many seconds have passed? You must look like a total idiot.
Fuck! I forgot I left it here!!!
“Well…” you started to say, “I’m assuming it’s yours.”
Out of all the things your roommate could be calling you for, this was not on your radar. The awkwardness was more suffocating than the steam from his blazing hot shower minutes ago and you wished it lingered around long enough to make you disappear.
Jungkook made a puckered face at your accusation, picked up the object, and shook it side to side, the bendy silicone material flopping everywhere. His big doe eyes were the highlight of his classic OJO face, the blatant confusion so adorable if you weren’t absolutely mortified. For the second time this week.
God, and how could you even focus when he was dressed in nothing but a towel, his hair still slightly damp. The bulging muscles of his biceps were a feast for the eyes as well as his tattooed sleeve. You yearned for the day he’d use his arm as your necklace, but of course that shouldn’t be a priority at the moment. If anything, it was his fault you had to use a dildo anyway.
“[Y/N], you know damn well this isn’t mine.” He met your gaze and flashed you a soft smile, biting his lower lip. “I like mine bigger.”
You covered your face in shame, wishing the floor could open up and swallow you whole. “Good god, Jeon.”
“You still didn’t answer my question. Why is it in the bathroom?”
You gulped, finding enough strength to not die of embarrassment. “It’s getting colder outside and the heater doesn’t reach my room as well as it reaches yours. So…”
“Yeah…? But I’m not following.”
“The… thing in your hand—”
“Dildo?”
You visibly cringed. “Yes, okay, THAT. It got cold and I don’t like cold objects... Inside me. So I took it to the bathroom to run hot water on it to warm it up.”
“Before you use it?”
“No, to melt it. Yes, to use it!” you snapped, feeling the humiliation burning through your body. “I wasn’t aware you weren’t working today, remember? I clean it after each use so please just give it back!”
You ran over to yank it out of his hands, but he lifted it up high out of your reach. While cackling. That motherfucker. “Hey, maybe I want a turn.”
You had to bite back. “I knew you liked being pegged.”
“I do not!”
“Then give it back!”
“This thing is huge though. It fits?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” You jumped up but failed to reach it due to his quick reflexes.
“Doesn’t it hurt? Because if something this big went up my—”
“Jungkook!”
“I’m just saying!” he said with his arms up in the air like you were about to tase him. “I find it hard to believe, that’s all. It’s really big. Like damn.”
Without thinking, you ripped his towel off his waist and he gasped, scrambling to shield his privates while you seized the opportunity to get your toy back.
You stormed out of the bathroom and ran to your room, locking the door afterwards. Falling to your knees, the embarrassment caught up to you, causing you to hang your head low in shame. You could hear the soft shuffling sounds of his footsteps approaching your door, followed by a gentle knock.
“[Y/N]? Are you okay?” He pressed his ear against the door to hear small sniffles. “Shit. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you upset. I was teasing, I thought you wanted to tease me back and—I guess I took it too far.”
“Go away, Jeon,” you said, throwing the dildo at the door. Jungkook nearly had a heart attack at the loud thump and jolted back, clutching his chest.
“Holy shit, that scared me,” he said, which earned a small chuckle from you despite the tears. “Hey… come on out. Please. I’m not judging you.”
“No. I’m humiliated. You heard me yesterday and now caught me today. I can’t face you ever again. It’s over!”
He placed a hand on your door, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I didn’t even know we started, so how could we be over? You’re cute.”
That made you snap your head up. You quickly wiped away your tears and rose from the floor. “This isn’t fair… I’ve been embarrassed twice now.”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“You heard me masturbating yesterday!” you exclaimed, frustrated at his obliviousness. “You woke up and told me I had pretty lips or whatever and suggested we do something about it together!”
“I mean, you do have pretty lips. Yup. That sounds like me, yeah,” he said, nodding to himself. “But I really don’t remember. Come on out. I wanna see you.”
“No.”
“Would it help if I shared something embarrassing about me?”
You narrowed your eyes at the door, considering his offer. “... Go on…”
He sighed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Well… you know how I’ve been doing your laundry for you?”
“Yeah…”
It was your most hated chore. Putting the clothes into the washer and dryer wasn’t your issue, but folding them was so tedious. So you and him made a deal. You were in charge of dishes and he would do the laundry. However, the one thing you refused to let Jungkook wash for you were your bras and panties. Those you handled yourself.
“You… left a pair of panties in my basket once by mistake.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. I washed them for you but um… before that, I might’ve… sort’ve… jerked off with them.”
Your doorknob jostled for a second as you unlocked it. Jungkook waited as the door swung open and was greeted by a displeased you, hands on your hips and all.
“What? They were really pretty…” he added. “They were pink and had lace—”
“You… PERVERT!” you shouted, hitting his chest repeatedly. Of course, you were aware your feeble punches did nothing to his insanely toned pecs. Jungkook stared at you fondly, catching the hint of a smile that threatened to spill from your lips.
“Oh, I’m a pervert? Says the girl who has an 8-inch dildo,” he countered, snatching both your wrists.
“At least I’m able to take 8-inches!” you retorted, laughing at the situation. He joined in your laughter and then said,
“Good! That means you’ll be able to handle me!”
Your brain fizzled out at this point as the laughter subsided. “... What?”
Jungkook’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped. “... You heard me. Go ahead, take off my towel again. See for yourself.”
He guided your hands downward to the soft fabric, which was already on the verge of unraveling itself with his prior movements. You stared at his pelvic lines, excitement bubbling beneath the surface while you tried your best to maintain a calm expression.
“... Pervert,” you mumbled. Jungkook chuckled, taking one of your hands and placing it directly on his boner.
“Maybe. But only you can make me feel this way.”
You bit your lip, feeling the heat radiating from beneath the fabric and your curiosity peaked. Tucking a finger into the towel, you pulled it down and let it fall to the ground.
A loud squeal came from your lips as you covered your mouth. “Holy shit!”
Jungkook covered himself after seeing your reaction with both hands, embarrassment crawling up his spine. “Sorry, I’ll put it away.”
“No, no, no!” you said, putting your hands out in a stop motion. “Sorry, I just… you… you weren’t kidding.”
“Does it scare you?” His tone was sincere, his eyes genuinely showing concern. “Because… I don’t want to hurt you. And I know it can hurt. That’s why I was so curious about the dildo. Will it fit? Will I fit…?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at how he phrased it, but quickly stopped when you noticed the fear in his eyes. Your thoughts wandered to if he had slept with someone prior and if it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Truth be told, you’ve never been with anyone as big as him so it’s all new for you.
“Well… if I’m prepared well enough, I can take it. The dildo fits but sometimes not all of it goes in. Um… man, this is embarrassing to talk about, ahhh. I feel like I keep making a fool of myself in front of you.”
Jungkook’s gaze softened at your vulnerability, taking your hand and placing it on his chest. His heart was beating just as rapidly as yours if not more. Then he put his other hand on the small of your back, pulling you close.
“That makes two of us. But you make me crazy.”
He was so close that your senses were intoxicated with the fresh scent of eucalyptus and cotton wafting off him. His eyes shifted to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze once more.
“I really want to kiss these pretty lips of yours… If you’ll let me,” he said, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb and whispering the last part.
You begged him to kiss you already, so he leaned in and finally pressed his warm lips against yours as you closed your eyes. It started off as a gentle smooch, like a little tease to test the waters. When he pulled back, you leaned forward and chased his lips urgently. You felt him smiling into the kiss as he moved in tandem with you, deepening the kiss while switching positions to press you against a wall. One of his hands pinned your wrists above your head while his free hand slithered down the side of your body until it rested on your hip, giving you a firm squeeze.
“Jung—mmph—Jungkook…” you moaned. He used that chance to ease his tongue into your mouth and the kiss went from passionate to messy. When you moved your wrists in the slightest, he asserted dominance and pinned them back down into place.
“You think I’m going to let you go so easily now that I have you?” he asked, the hunger in his voice evident. He carefully tugged your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled it back in a seductive motion, which turned you on even more.
Once he broke the kiss, the only thing that remained was a string of saliva that broke seconds later.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he said in between pants.
“Since you’ve jerked off to my panties?” you teased while catching your breath.
He rolled his eyes. “Like you’ve never rubbed one out to me before.”
You scrunched up your nose at his response, unable to counteract his statement right away. “Hey… I wouldn’t have had to rub one out if you warmed me up in this cold weather.”
He smirked. “All you had to do was ask, you know.”
Releasing your hands, Jungkook went into your room and grabbed the dildo off the floor. He left you for a short moment and you waited there, confused, until you heard the sound of running water. He came back a minute later and then grabbed your hand, leading you to his bedroom.
“Had to wash it. Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up properly for the real thing.”
He guided you to his bed and helped you remove your jacket, blouse, and leggings. His grin was extra toothy because the set you were wearing was the exact set he jerked off too before.
“What?” you asked, amused.
“N-Nothing.”
When your back was turned for a second, he mouthed the words ‘Oh my god’ and pressed his hands together as if thanking the universe for this very moment.
Now left in your bra and panties, you laid on his bed and he climbed on top of you, his lips latching onto the side of your neck. You mewled at the sizzling contact, pulling him close by his soft locks so that his hot skin was pressed against yours. He trailed his searing kisses down to your collarbone and then settled between the valley of your breasts.
“The bra is pretty… you’re so pretty,” he said, full of admiration. He pulled one of the cups down to gain access to your breasts, capturing your perky nipple between his lips. He sucked tenderly, swirling his tongue around before tugging on it hard enough to elicit a moan. His other hand was greedy, slithering into your already soaked panties. His middle finger dipped in between your folds and he rubbed in circular motions to coax some more slick out of you.
As you arched your back and moaned his name, he dipped one finger into you and began to pump it slowly. He added another one when you begged for it, sounding so desperate that he had to oblige.
“Please fuck me already. I can’t take it,” you breathed. Jungkook only curled his fingers deeper inside, grazing your sweet spot while shaking his head.
“Patience, beautiful. I need to make sure your sweet pussy can take it, remember? Gotta prep you well.”
“But I can take it, I can, oh god please.”
“If you’re a good girl for me. Can you take another finger?”
You nodded eagerly, so he added a third finger and you squeezed your eyes shut from the delicious burn.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, observing your expressions carefully. You clutched onto the pillow and panted heavily.
“Y-Yeah, I—god—your fingers feel good…”
He began to finger you with all three digits, the tightness of your walls bringing some resistance to his actions. But with a few more neck kisses to relax you, it became easier and you became more undone.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispered into your ear, his heavy breath tickling it. He finally removed his fingers and grabbed the dildo at the end of the bed, bringing up to your lips.
“Show me what those pretty lips of yours can do.”
You stuck out your tongue and licked a long stripe on the toy in a tantalizing slow motion, causing Jungkook to grunt. That damn smile of yours was going to kill him. You were the perfect minx—sweet and naughty. He didn’t have to tell you to suck it because you already were.
“Such a good girl. You’re going to handle my cock so well.”
He removed the dildo out of your mouth and reached into his nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. You stared at it like it was foreign to you and Jungkook was quick to notice.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it. I know it.”
He chuckled, admiring your determination. “Still, I want to take my time. Besides… it’s not every day I get to fuck someone so beautiful.”
He popped open the cap and squeezed a decent amount of lube onto the toy. Then he got back in between your legs and slowly began to insert it into you. You squirmed from the slippery, cold contact but Jungkook captured your lips into a deep kiss, igniting your body with fervor.
He thrusted the dildo as deep as he could, stopping when there was resistance from your panties. Which you were more than thankful for because you already felt full. But then he began to pump it in and out of you at a steady pace, only accelerating when your moans became more constant.
“Shit, shit,that feels so—“ Your words were swallowed by his lips and that stirred something within you, allowing Jungkook to easily glide the toy back and forth. He soon increased his speed, the obscene sounds your pussy was making the only thing that could be heard in the room.
You broke away from the kiss and began tearing up from the intensity.
“J-Jungkook, I think—“
You couldn’t, actually. Your orgasm crept up on you and made your entire body convulse. You shut your eyes to only see white, your ears were ringing, and your pussy surrendered to the pleasure.
Jungkook removed the toy out of you gently and then kissed your sweaty forehead, giving you a bunny-tooth smile as you calmed down from your high.
“Did you cum?”
You smacked his arm playfully. “Did I cum… pfft. No, actually. I’m waiting for a real man to make me cum. With a fat cock.”
“Well not to toot my own horn but…” He grinded his swollen cock against your thigh. “I think I meet the requirements.”
Now that things slowed down, this was the first time you really got to look at his cock properly. He wasn’t kidding about needing to prep you. It was as big as your dildo but much more girthier. It was a mouth-watering sight.
Flipping the switch, you got on top of Jungkook this time. His eyes widened in surprise but then eased into a smile. You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.
“Let me take care of you now.”
“But I want to fuck you so bad.”
“You can wait, darling. My pussy is yours.”
His dick twitched at that. You giggled as you got in between his thighs, stroking his member a few times to hear those cute, breathy moans of his.
Will it fit…? God, I hope so.
“Are you afraid you can’t take it?” Jungkook asked with concern. Shit. Did you say that out loud???
“I can. I will.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t—“
“Jungkook,” you said, squeezing his dick tightly, almost like a warning. “I can take it like a good girl. And if not, I’ll tell you. Okay?”
He closed his eyes and nodded as you began to suck him off. There was no way you could take all of him in your mouth but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. You went as far as you could and stopped when your gag reflex kicked in. Using your hand to stroke the area you couldn’t reach, you swirled your tongue and bobbed your head up and down.
Jungkook’s abs clenched and unclenched at the action and he rested on his elbows to watch you. The way your bra cupped your breasts at this angle was enticing, your pretty lips working so hard to please him, and the view of your ass in those panties could make him cum right then and there.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this—don’t stop.”
You smiled at the praise and continued, loving how he took a sharp inhale of breath when you cupped his balls. He put his hand on your head and pushed you down gently, not wanting to overdo it with his size. You controlled the pace, but he just wanted to touch you and admire you.
“You’re too good to me…”
You released his dick with a satisfying pop sound, kissing the tip and smiling. “Teach me what you like.”
“I love everything you do,” he said, grunting when you began stroking him again from the base to the tip. “Your hands are so much softer than mine.”
You stopped momentarily to spit on your hand before resuming your lewd actions and he threw his head back.
“Fuck [Y/N]. That’s so hot.”
“Yeah? Have I been a good girl? Are you going to reward me?” He snatched your wrist, his eyes darkened and full of lust.
“Can you handle it?”
You turned around on all fours, shaking your ass side to side to tempt him. “Take me, baby. Raw.”
His OJO face returned from your bold suggestion and you flashed him a wink.
“I’m on the pill. Promise,” you informed.
A burst of energy surged within him as he grabbed the bottle of lube and hurriedly squeezed some onto his cock. You giggled when he squirted a bit too much, haphazardly trying to divide it between two hands and spreading it evenly. But things turned serious when he grabbed your hips, yanking you closer to him.
He pulled your panties to the side and ate you out from behind first, loving how delicious your backside looked with them on. You moaned in delight and he placed a hand on your upper back, forcing your face down into the mattress. His tongue dipped into your folds and he flicked it on your clit a few times, loving the whiny sounds you were making. Then he pressed his entire mouth onto your pussy and sucked hard.
You were overwhelmed with pleasure and were on the verge of cumming when he removed his mouth and replaced it with something else.
“Are you ready?” He teased his tip at your leaking entrance and you shuddered.
“Yes, please fuck me.”
“Breathe baby. Relax as much as you can.”
You obeyed, feeling him push himself into you smoothly, knowing he prepped you more than enough. At least, that’s what you thought until he got in halfway. From there on, it felt like he was invading your walls and stretching you to new limits.
There was a mild discomfort and Jungkook kissed your back lovingly to relax your tense muscles. You sighed and allowed him to bottom out, feeling the wind knock out of you when he did.
“God!” you shouted, fisting his bedsheets.
“F-Fuck… you feel amazing I—can I move? Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt… I just feel really full.”
“Okay,” he said in a restrained voice. “I’ll go slow.”
He gripped your hips tightly, like he needed something else to focus on or else he’d lose control and fuck the living daylights out of you. He eased himself out of you but only half way, wanting to savor your warmth a bit longer. Then he pushed himself back into you, making sure to go as slow as possible.
“Your ass looks amazing in these. You should wear them again.”
Your heart fluttered at the thought of doing this with him again. “Maybe if you spank me.”
He stilled his hips. “You really want me to?”
You began rocking your ass back and forth on his cock. “Yeah. I’m not that fragile… I can take it rough when I want to.” You swore you felt his cock twitch at this. “Hmm, looks like that excited you. You wanna fuck me rough, Jeon?”
He delivered a spank on your cheek, the sensation sending waves of pain and pleasure through your body. Your pussy tightened from this and it made Jungkook hiss. He spanked the other cheek and then both cheeks and you moaned, the slight pain distracting you from the girth of his big cock.
“You think you’re in a position to be a brat?” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up so you were on all fours again. Laying on top of your back, he whispered in your ear, “Do you know how badly I want to fucking ruin you?”
He bit the shell of your ear and you let out a content sigh as he slowly thrusted in and out of you.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he reminded you. “But god, you feel so good. So tight. So slippery and wet. I just wanna have my way with you.”
You couldn’t wait anymore. “Please do. Make my pussy remember the shape of your cock. It’s yours to wreck.”
Jungkook got off your back and grabbed a nice fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, forcing your head up as he thrusted into you to the hilt. That feeling of being full hit you full force and you submitted, letting him rock his hips back and forth to the pace he deemed fit. He undid your bra with his free hand, letting the undergarment fall onto the bed as he cupped one breast.
Your moans came out unashamed and full of whiny desperation. The intensity was becoming too much, but it felt too good to stop. There was no more discomfort, only lust and the desire to be fucked so hard that it had your eyes rolling. And Jungkook was more than willing to deliver.
He then grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it under your stomach, pushing your back down until you laid flat.
“I’m not sure, but I read this makes things feel better on Reddit,” he explained quickly as he helped remove your panties. “But let me know if you want me to stop.”
You’re smitten by the fact he cared this much about you but also trying hard not to laugh at how he admitted to going to Reddit for sex advice. He was too precious.
“I will.”
With your ass propped up higher thanks to the elevation of the pillow, Jungkook eased into you once more and you bit into your pillow. He started to slam his hips into you, gripping onto the headboard to steady himself.
“Fuck!” you said through gritted teeth.
“Am I going too fast?” he breathed, slowing down his thrusts.
“No, it’s okay. I want it. I want you.”
Your words unleashed his primal urges to finally give it to you. He shoved his cock deep inside you, each thrust making your ass jiggle, the sight so unbelievably sexy that he had to spank you again.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder!” you shouted. Jungkook laid on top of you, wrapping his bicep around your neck and planted a kiss on your cheek as he fucked you harder. You begged him to choke you and he obliged, squeezing your neck just enough to make you slightly dizzy.
It was euphoric having that slight danger while being used for his pleasure. Your pussy tightened so much that Jungkook felt he was going to cum.
He slowed the roll of his hips and then pulled out, quickly flipping you onto your back. Thanks to the pillow from earlier, your hips were propped up at the perfect height.
“Spread your legs for me. Wider. Hold them open.”
You were so drunk on lust that you did everything he asked. He held onto your thighs and inserted his cock into you again, the new angle making your moans come out strangulated. He was so huge, you swore his tip was brushing against your cervix. Picking up the pace gradually, you took the abuse of his fat cock and screamed at how good it felt.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Jungkook said through pants, wrapping a hand around the column of your neck. “I’m gonna cum.”
His hips began to stutter and you felt your pussy growing sore from the stretch. Anymore and you’d be in tears. You wanted to cum too, so you snuck your hand down to your clit and rubbed in circular motions. Jungkook used the last remaining bits of strength to fuck you for a few more minutes, which was more than enough for you to reach your climax.
Cumming a second time was more painful than the first time due to the over sensitivity. But somehow it was more enjoyable because you had never felt something so intense. Jungkook kept coaxing you with sweet words, promising he was almost finished.
He rutted into you for the last few seconds, counting 3, 2, 1 before spilling his seed inside you. His body laid on top of yours, the two of you sticky and sweaty but it was comforting just being in his embrace.
“Jungkook?”
“Yeah?”
“Get off. We gotta pee.”
He laughed at your serious tone. “I think I need another shower. Care to join me?”
Your roommate literally just fucked your brains out 5 minutes ago. Why were you feeling self-conscious in the shower with him? It didn’t make sense!
With the hot water on, you took a deep breath before feeling a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.
“Questions, comments, concerns?”
Oh my god, you had to marry this man. “Um… I think I’ll be sore for the next few days.”
“I’m sorry.
“Don’t be. I enjoyed it a lot.”
He turned you around, so that you were facing him. “Enough to do it again?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Tonight?”
“W-Well… I mean—“
Look at him fumbling over his words. Adorable. “You’re such a pervert.”
“I can’t help it. You turn me on.”
You covered your chest, feeling shy. “Is that all I’m good for…?”
He immediately understood what you meant. “Of course not. Look at me,” he said while tilting your chin up. “Don’t you know how I feel about you?”
Your lips curled into a smile. “Well I learned today that you jerked off to my panties and you count down before you cum.”
You couldn’t help but explode into laughter at his OJO face when he heard you say that.
“Hey! I do it to let you know when it’s coming!”
“Yes sir,” you teased with a salute. “I appreciate your punctuality, sir!”
“Oh my god, you’re so cheeky.” He hugged you again and booped his nose into yours. “I like you. You know, when a boy likes a girl and they go out on a date and then—oh shit, I did things backwards.”
You giggled. “I think I prefer it this way. I like you too. I’ve… liked you for a long time.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because! I didn’t want to make things awkward. But I guess things ended up being awkward anyway…”
“Because you were masturbating to me?”
He had such a proud smile on his face.
“Whatever! Panty thief!”
“You left them there.”
“You should’ve told me!”
“I did!”
“After you had your fun! You are so—”
He gave you a surprise peck on the cheek to distract you.
“Awesome?” He smooched you again. And again. You couldn’t help but giggle.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Mmhmm. So… do you want to stay in my room tonight?”
“As long as you warm me up.”
“Oh, for sure. I’m great at that.”
“Because of experience or Reddit?”
There was his OJO face again. “Hey~!”
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⤷﹒fighting with namjoon isn’t loud — it’s heavy. there’s weight in the air when it happens, that quiet, aching tension that sits between two people who love each other too much to shout. he’s not the type to start fights for no reason, but he does overthink. he feels deeply, analyzes too much, and sometimes that makes small things spiral into big ones.
⤷﹒he usually starts the argument without meaning to — a small disagreement about plans, a misread tone, something practical that turns emotional because he’s tired and you’re defensive. it’s never dramatic, but it’s real. it’s human. he’ll cross his arms, try to reason his way through it, while you just want him to feel instead of explain.
⤷﹒namjoon argues like a thinker. calm, composed, almost too rational — the kind of calm that makes you angrier because you can tell he’s trying to keep control. “i’m not trying to fight,” he’ll say, voice low, “i’m trying to understand.” and that makes it worse sometimes, because you don’t want to be understood — you want him to react.
⤷﹒when he’s frustrated, he goes quiet. long pauses. sighs that sound like they’ve been building for weeks. he pinches the bridge of his nose, stares at the floor, mutters “i didn’t mean it like that” while you’re still halfway between hurt and angry.
⤷﹒he never walks away — not fully. he’ll leave the room, yes, but he always comes back, every time. can’t stand leaving things unresolved. “i hate this,” he admits softly when the air’s cooled, sitting down beside you again. “i hate when we sound like this.”
⤷﹒he’s the one who caves first. always. after the storm, his pride doesn’t stand a chance against the silence. he’ll reach for you, tentative at first — a hand brushing your knee, a soft “hey.” it’s not dramatic; it’s humble, a quiet truce.
⤷﹒he’s good at apologizing. painfully sincere. he’ll look you in the eye, voice steady but thick around the edges. “i should’ve listened better. i get caught up in trying to fix things instead of just hearing you.” and somehow, that melts every bit of leftover tension right out of you.
⤷﹒the making up is gentle — soft conversation, fingers tracing over his wrist, the two of you untangling what went wrong without trying to rewrite it. he’ll pull you close, kiss your temple, whisper, “we’re still us, right?” and you’ll nod against his chest, feeling him finally exhale.
⤷﹒later that night, he writes about it. not the fight itself, but the feeling — of missing you even when you’re in the same room, of love being fragile and brave all at once. he’ll read it to you days later, shyly, as if it’s his way of saying thank you for staying.
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In a sun-soaked Greek villa, she belonged entirely to him—body, mind, and soul.
pairings: idol! Namjoon x Reader
genre/tags: Mature romance, Smut with a little bit of plot, Dom! Namjoon, oral( both m and f receiving, Namjoon is just a tease, he also has daddy kink, he also very strong. Manhandling. Unprotected s*x (remember to use protection to be safe). sub! reader. Mentions of the word s@lut. Joon is kinda mean, but the sweetest during aftercare. Jin walks in during aftercare. Multiple orgasm. Orgasm denial. Joon has a big d!ck, his also described as big. Reader is just a cutie. Let me know if forgot anything🫶
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Estimated reading time: 12-15 minutes
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The villa in Greece was almost too perfect—whitewashed walls glowing in the evening sun, the Aegean stretched endlessly beyond the terrace. Laughter from the boys drifted up with the smell of grilled beef, but you couldn’t sit still, not with the way Namjoon’s eyes had lingered on you all afternoon.
So you slipped away.
Your room waited at the far end of the hall, windows flung wide to the sea breeze, linen sheets tangled from nights before. You barely had time to catch your breath before heavy footsteps sounded, deliberate, unhurried. The door slammed shut behind him, and there he was—broad shoulders framed in gold light, gaze dark and fixed on you.
“Thought you could sneak off without me, princess?” His voice was low, dangerous.
“Didn’t think you’d notice,” you teased, though your pulse betrayed you.
He crossed the room slowly, but the weight of him hit before his hands even touched you—then they were on your waist, rough and sure, pressing you back to the wall. Your feet left the floor with ease, his body swallowing yours whole.
“I always do,” he murmured against your skin, but it was more promise than scolding.
You were on the bed before you could catch your breath, his knee parting your thighs, the mattress dipping with his weight. His mouth dragged down your throat, teeth scraping, and his grip locked your wrists above your head like you belonged pinned there.
“Quiet now,” he whispered, heat at your pulse. “Or they’ll hear.”
The thought of the voices below made you shiver, your hips lifting as his hand skimmed under your dress, greedy, claiming. His kiss stole the sound from your mouth, rough and consuming, until all you could do was arch into him, gasping, trembling under the strength holding you down. "Joon how about dinner, the boys will get suspicious"
“Dinner can wait,” he growled, pressing you deeper into the sheets. “I’m having you tonight.”
His big hand slid higher, the sundress riding up your thighs as he bunched the fabric in his fist. His palm was broad and rough, veins bulging along the back of his hand as his thumb brushed lazily over the thin cotton covering your cunt. You tried to grind against him, desperate, but his grip on your wrists only tightened until the tendons flexed under his skin.
“Needy already?” His dark gaze dragged over your body, lingering at the way you squirmed helplessly beneath him. “Pathetic little thing… thinking she gets daddy’s cock so easy.”
“P-please…” your voice cracked, your back arching as you tried to push into his hand.
Namjoon only chuckled, low and cruel. His muscles flexed as he shifted, and for a moment your eyes trailed down—the stretch of his shoulders under his shirt, the sculpted ridges of his abs when he leaned closer, the raw strength in every line of him. He dwarfed you without even trying.
One big hand released your wrists only to hook under your jaw, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to look at him. The veins in his forearm stood out, thick and pronounced, his grip making you feel impossibly small.
“On your knees.” His voice was sharp, commanding
He hauled you up, manhandling you until you were kneeling in front of him on the bed. Your breath caught when his other hand went to his zipper, dragging it down with agonizing slowness. He freed himself, and your lips parted without thought.
Namjoon’s cock was heavy and thick, the veins along the shaft prominent, the flushed tip an angry red. He stroked himself lazily once, letting you see just how big he was before slapping the head against your lips. Your eyes watered at the sheer size of him.
“Open,” he ordered.
You obeyed, mouth falling wide. His hand cupped the back of your head, guiding you down until your lips stretched around the thick length of him. “Fuck,” he groaned, abs tightening as your tongue dragged along the vein pulsing at the underside. “Look at you. So fucking tiny, but you’re gonna take all of daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”
A muffled moan vibrated around him, and his grip tightened, pushing deeper until the head hit the back of your throat. Tears pricked instantly, spit spilling past your lips.
“That’s it,” he hissed, jaw clenching as he held you there, chest heaving. “Take it. Breathe through your nose like a good little slut.”
You whimpered, eyes watering, drool sliding down your chin. When he finally let you pull back for air, his cock was slick with spit, veins bulging along the shaft, the flushed head gleaming.
“Say it.” His hand stroked over your wet cheek, thumb pressing into the corner of your mouth. “What am I?”
“D-daddy,” you gasped, voice raw.
His groan was guttural, chest rumbling as his abs flexed again. “Good girl.”
He shoved you back onto the mattress, your sundress pushed up to your hips, panties tugged aside. His six-pack rippled as he bent down, shoulders and arms caging you in. The sheer size of him above you made you feel impossibly small, pinned beneath his weight.
His mouth trailed down your thigh, biting hard enough to sting before sucking at the skin. Then he spread you open wider with his big veiny hands, his thumbs pressing possessively into your soft skin.
And then he buried his face between your legs.
“D-daddy!” you cried out, thighs trembling as his tongue flattened against your cunt, dragging up slowly before circling your clit.
He groaned against you, the sound deep, vibrating through his chest and into your core. “Fuck, you taste sweet.” His nose brushed your clit as his tongue plunged deeper, greedy and unrelenting.
You tried to buck up, but his grip was bruising, his muscles flexing as he forced your hips down. “Stay still,” he growled, before sucking hard enough to make your entire body jolt.
Your moans spilled out high and broken, “Daddy—please, please, oh god, daddy—”
He pulled back just enough to smirk up at you, his chin glistening, abs tight as his shoulders flexed to keep you spread. “So noisy. Keep it down, princess, or they’ll hear exactly how desperate you are for me.”
Then his mouth was back on you, rougher, hungrier, devouring you like he hadn’t eaten in days.
Namjoon’s tongue was relentless, dragging over your soaked folds, sucking harshly at your clit while his big veiny hands spread you wide. His muscular arms caged you against the bed, pressing you down as his abs flexed with each motion. You tried to arch into him, but his grip held you firmly, making you gasp and whimper.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” he groaned, teeth grazing just enough to make your thighs shake. “So wet for daddy, so desperate.”
“D-daddy—oh, daddy—please!” you cried, voice breaking, your hips lifting helplessly toward him.
He hummed low in satisfaction, then suddenly, without warning, pulled back. Just the tip of his tongue slipped away, leaving your clit aching and overstimulated. Your back arched off the bed, legs trembling, and you cried out, “No! Daddy, don’t stop—oh, please!”
His dark eyes met yours, smirk curling his lips. “You’re not ready yet,” he growled. “Pathetic little thing, shaking and crying before I even let you cum.”
Tears pricked your eyes as your voice broke. “D-daddy, please—please, I’m so close—”
“Keep it down” he snapped, pressing his hands into your hips and hauling you flat again. Then he went back to devouring you, even rougher than before. His tongue pushed deep, curling inside, while his teeth scraped the sensitive skin of your clit, making you whimper uncontrollably.
“Daddy—ohhh, I can’t—I’m gonna—please!” your voice was barely a squeal, every word wrung from you as his fingers pressed into your thighs, holding you spread wide.
But right when your orgasm teased the edge, he pulled away again, dragging his mouth up your thigh and leaving your cunt twitching empty. You arched, tears streaking down your face, shaking, and a broken cry escaped your lips. “Noooo, daddy! Don’t leave me—”
He chuckled darkly, chest rising and falling with the exertion, eyes sharp and merciless. “You’re so fucking fragile, princess. Look at you—crying, shaking, and you’re still begging. I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
Then, mercilessly, he went back down. Veiny hands gripped your hips, fingers pressing bruising marks into your skin as his tongue lashed at your folds, cruelly circling your clit, thrusting into you with precision. Each time you neared the edge, he pulled back, leaving you gasping, whining, utterly wrecked
By the fourth time your body was shaking so hard you could barely catch your breath, tears streaming down your freely, and every nerve in your body burned from the relentless overstimulation. He watched you with a smirk, his big hands holding your shaking legs open. "D-daddy.... oh, god, daddy-please" Your words were broken, tangled between sobs and desperate moans.
This time he let you cum. "Cum for daddy princess"
You whimpered back arching as his tongue pressed flat and hard against your clay, plunging into you with slow deliberate force.
He hummed, the vibration against your clit making you scream, hands gripping your thighs like he could crush you. "Keep it low or else I'm leaving you here, without getting my cock"
Your body betrayed you instantly. Every muscle tensed, hips jerking, walls clenching impossibly tight around nothing but his tongue. The overstimulation hit like lighting, a wave of pure, raw pleasure that made your chest heave and your cries tear through the room.
"Daddy! I'm-oh god, I'm cumming!" you wailed, legs trembling in his grasp
After your intense orgasm, he finally pulled back slightly, abs flexed and glistering with you cum on his pink lips. "Look at you," he murmured, voice rough, lips curling into a dark smile. "My good slut"
You whimpered barely able to breath, trembling in his grasp "D-daddy"
"Yeah" he rumbled, pressing a kiss to your temple. letting the tip of his cock nudge abasing your slick folds as if reminding you he wasn't done yet.
“Yeah,” he rumbled, pressing a kiss to your temple, letting the tip of his cock nudge against your slick folds as if reminding you he wasn’t done yet.
Without warning, he shoved forward, sinking his thick, veiny length deep into you in one brutal thrust. You cried out, body quivering, legs shaking as he filled you completely, every inch of him stretching and consuming you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, chest pressing to yours, abs flexing with every thrust, muscles rolling as he pulled back only to slam back in harder. “Mine. All mine. Take it, good slutl. Take daddy’s cock.”
Your nails dug into his shoulders, trembling under his weight, moaning brokenly. “D-daddy! Oh—fuck, daddy!”
His veiny hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he drove into you like he couldn’t get enough. Every thrust was brutal, deep, precise, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room, mixed with your high, desperate cries.
“Look at you,” he growled, leaning down so his mouth hovered near your ear, hot breath fanning over your temple. “Screaming for me, shaking, wet all over. You love it, don’t you? My little girl, taking all of me.”
“Yes! Daddy! Oh god, daddy!” you sobbed, nails scraping down his thick, muscular back, every inch of you trembling as he rammed into you relentlessly.
His thrusts didn’t slow. In fact, they got harder, faster—veiny hands digging into your hips, pulling you up and back down with each powerful motion. His abs flexed with every slam, broad shoulders braced over you, and the sheer weight of him pressed you flat against the mattress, helpless, shaking.
“Fuck, you feel so tight,” he growled, teeth biting down on his lower lip as he slammed his fat cock into you again and again. “Mine. All mine. Taking every inch of daddy’s cock.”
“D-daddy! Oh, god, daddy, yes—fuck, yes!” you moaned, trembling under him, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he bottomed out. Your nails dug into his shoulders, small hands gripping the hard muscle of his back as he pressed you down with brutal, relentless force.
He smirked darkly, leaning down so his forehead brushed yours, sweat dripping from his brow, chest glistening, abs tight and flexing. “Look at you, shaking for me, moaning for me… You like being stretched open for daddy, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, daddy! Oh, god, yes! Please—harder, faster!” Your voice cracked with every thrust, every slam of his cock deep inside you, and the word “daddy” spilled endlessly from your lips, desperate and broken.
His veiny hands moved to your thighs, prying them wider as he drove deeper, nails digging into your skin, hips snapping with merciless rhythm. “That’s it,” he growled, thrusting so hard your back lifted off the mattress, “take it all! You feel every inch, every vein! Mine to fuck, mine to ruin!”
You cried out, body trembling uncontrollably, hips jerking up to meet him despite yourself. “D-daddy! I’m—oh god, daddy, I’m cumming—”
He didn’t let you finish immediately. Instead, he drove harder, slamming deep and fast, crushing your hips with his hands as your orgasm crashed over you in overwhelming waves. Your screams and sobs filled the room, wet, raw, unrelenting.
“Good girl,” he growled, leaning down to bite lightly at your shoulder, veins standing out along his forearms as he braced himself over your shaking body. “Ride it out for me. Cum on my cock.”
He thrusted one last time into you, cock hitting impossibly deep, every vein and ridge pressing into you, and your body broke completely
You screamed, arching against him, nails clawing at his broad, sweet- slik shoulders as you walls clamped down around him, trembling and convulsing. Namjoon growled, low and almost feral, pressing his forehead to yours, abs flexing, every muscle taut, he laid the limp.
You were still trembling, chest heaving, slick and spent, when Namjoon rolled to his side, pulling you close. His hands stroked your back gently, tracing soothing patterns over your sore, sensitive skin. His forehead rested against yours, and the heat of his body pressed you into the mattress, steadying your racing heartbeat.
“You okay, princess?” he murmured, voice softer now, low and warm. “You did so good…”
You whimpered, nodding against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. “I—I’m okay… just… still tired.”
He chuckled softly, nuzzling your temple, letting his lips brush along your hairline. “I’ve got you. Always.” His hands moved under your back, pulling you impossibly close, holding you like he was making sure nothing could ever touch you. “You’re safe with me”
You nodded again, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
He hummed, brushing your damp hair from your forehead, thumbs stroking along your temples. “l. I love you,” he whispered, voice thick with affection.
You felt yourself melt against him, overstimulation lingering, breaking softly into tiny, breathless giggles. The warmth of him, steady and strong, made you feel completely safe despite how raw your body felt.
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Just then, the door burst open.
“OH. MY. GOD!” Jin’s voice rang out, eyes wide in horror. “I HEARD everything! I—ugh! I can’t… I can’t even!”
Namjoon groaned, one eyebrow lifting, and his lips twitched into a wicked, amused grin. “Hello, Jin,” he said lazily, still holding you against him. “Do you need a play-by-play?”
Jin gagged, waving his hands frantically. “I—no! I do not! I do not want to know!” He backed out of the room, muttering something about leaving, slamming the door behind him.
You clung to Namjoon, sniffling and giggling weakly, hiding your flushed face against his chest. “That was so embarrassing,” you whispered.
"No need to hide like he said he already knows"
He kissed the top of your head, holding you tightly, letting the heat of his body press into yours as you drifted into a trembling, safe, exhausted sort of peace.
"Let's rest now, I’ve got you." he said as and wrapped in his arms, under the blanket, with the soft rise and fall of his chest beneath you, you finally let yourself relax completely, safe, loved, and utterly his. “You’ll get your dinner when you wake up,” he said with a smirk, making you hit his arm for his dirty joke.
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Hey cuties💖, I'm so sorry this came out such later then I would have liked😕. But I've been really busy with school and work. Don't be afraid to leave some criticism and advice and also please send in story ideas. Until next time cuties🎀
