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you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin awesome (nuts, pt 4) | k.nj
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rating/genre: angst, no fluff, smut. takes place in new york city. idol! namjoon, event planner! reader. nine year age gap, namjoon is an asshole, hanna has commitment issues.
summary: “hey, i’m in new york. can i come over? cuz we’re not over. call me back, hanna.”
warnings: sexual themes, MINORS DNI! 18+, angst, like a lot. no fluff at all. explicit & descriptive smut, hard dom namjoon, age gap & size kink, unprotected sex, soo much dirty talk, cigarettes, dumbification… lmk if i forgot something
word count: 2k
two years later
early april,
namjoons pov
my fingers hover over the keyboard, nervous as to what ill say to her. we’ve been calling each other every week consistently, every week we stay on the phone for hours to catch up. or sometimes we’ll be in the same city or i’ll go to her on my days off. we cross paths more often than i thought we would at first, it always goes like this: we see each other, we feel everything we felt the first time, fuck all day and all night, then i leave.
there’s nothing more to it even though i crave more. so i’m not sure how i can tell her this over text, much less on the phone. what would i even say? “oh hey, i met another girl. bye, lol”.
any way i put it is terrible, “hey so i know i told you i loved you but i met another girl but i still love you and i wanted you to know”
i type and delete everything, repeating this cycle for a while. staring down at my phone won’t help me figure out what to say. i never meant for all of this to happen the way it did, the fact we never became more than fuck buddies.
on paper, that’s all we are, but our relationship goes deeper than that. she’s my soulmate and everyone seems to know this except for her, and maybe that’s my fault but even during the late nights that bleed into mornings, the ones where she’s at whatever hotel we’re staying at, i’m holding her as the sun comes up and for just a split second, i feel as if she’s mine. the nights where we stay out on the balcony, smoking cigarettes, watching each other breathe. the mornings where i’m buried inside of her so deep, i dream about our future together.
and hope i’ll never wake up.
i decide to call her, knowing she won’t text me back. we haven’t talked since january, yet im stupid enough to think she still loves me, stupid enough to feel like i owe her an explanation to who im seeing.
i let the line ring three times before i give up and send her a voicemail,
“hey, i’m in new york. can i come over? cuz we’re not over. call me back, hanna.”
two months earlier
late january,
hanna’s pov
he’s been distant for a long time, not calling me or texting me as much. granted, i don’t do any of these things either, but he’s usually the one who reaches out first, maybe he got tired of me?
it’s almost been six years since we first met, almost two since we reunited. we both thought we’d be dating, hell, even married by now. but we both get in our own way too much.
we have our moments, ones where he’s in whatever city i’m in and we roleplay what life would be like together: me making us breakfast, him playing with kiwi… but then he gets on a plane and leaves, never addressing what we are.
i don’t think either of us meant for this back and forth to happen, we both wanted something with each other. we both feel what the other feels, but never at the same time. one day i love him and he hates me, the next we both hate each other, then we’re indifferent.
i stare at our text messages, filled with love and years of yearning for a man i can never allow to love me.
why would i? it’ll only hurt me in the end. the last time i saw him was two weeks ago, we were both in boston. we felt stale, like our spark had burnt out. but that’s not how i felt towards him, i still felt a burning love for him, but seeing him was like pouring water over a match.
what a tricky thing love is, and i can say for sure that i love him. i mean, what is love if not this? he has made me feel emotions stronger than anything ive ever felt. yet, ill never hold him down, and he’ll never hold me down. we fuck, he tells me all these things that i don’t let sink in, calls me, tells me loves me.
disappears.
part of me agrees that this is partially my fault, maybe if i believed all the sweet nothings he whispered in my ears, if i believed he loved me instead of avoiding ever accepting it.
this feels like self sabotage, and only now am i figuring that out. i never accepted his love, even though he kept saying it, time and time again.
i didn’t believe it and he quit on me.
*flashback to two weeks earlier*
namjoon was in boston, i drove out to see him. he was being so weird towards me, not his usual way; where he treats me like i’m his own personal princess and does anything and everything to take care of me. he was being dry, hateful almost.
i felt like he didn’t want me around, so i said “you know, if you don’t want me here you could’ve just said so…”
he gave me a side eye, no man has ever made me feel like i was a nuisance just for breathing next to them, yet he was making me feel that. in fact, he’s been making me feel this way for a while now.
i get up to leave, he doesn’t try and stop me. i open the door, he doesn’t try and stop me. i make it halfway down the hallway before i stop myself, the déjà vu coming back to me. almost six years ago, i didn’t know his name and he never tried finding out. i left him and he let me go, i need to change this pattern.
i turn around and knock on his door, i can tell he was waiting by it because he opens it the second my fist connects with the wood.
he tries pulling me in for a hug, like he usually does when he knows he fucked up with me. like he usually does when he knows he should’ve done something, but didn’t. but i dodge it, saying “no one has ever made me feel as terrible as you have…” letting myself slip a tear out, “…yet i still come back to you.”
it’s a blur from then; he’s buried unbelievably deep in me. it’s been a really long time since we’ve been together, like really together. he fucks me as if he’s been making up for lost time.
“joonie, you’re really deep”
i feel him twitch inside of me before he starts mumbling something i can’t understand,
“neoleul neomu joh-ahaeseo jug-eul geos gat-a”
his head is so in the clouds, he’s spitting out korean.
“jagi, you’re always so good to me. this pussy’s always so good to me”
i hook my legs around his waist, pushing him deeper in me. but i guess he doesn’t want that, grabbing the back of my knees and pressing my thighs to my chest. “oh fuck that’s deep” i say,
“neu-kkim jo-a?” he groans out, on top of me, hair sticking to his forehead, “dangsin-eun naleul wihae taeeonass-eoyo”
dazed and fucked stupid, i let him pound into me however he wants. i let him do anything he wants to me because i know im starting to lose him.
*flashback over*
early april,
hanna’s pov
that night never leaves my mind, even months later. the bitter boston cold, the sweetest he’s been to me. but i decided i’ve made up my mind when i went out for drinks with my closest girl friend. confiding in her about namjoon, how uncertain we are and how tired i am of it all. having had this same dilemma for the last two years, i kept saying “fuck him, i hate him”,
but this night was different, she said something that hit me like a brick:
“when are you gonna say “fuck him, i hate him” and actually be over with it?”
when i get home, i let the tears slip out. i let what she said echo in my head. i cry in my empty apartment, i cry for hours and no one’s there to hold me when i eventually fall asleep.
-
“hey, i’m in new york. can i come over? cuz we’re not over. call me back, hanna.”
he’s the first thing in my voicemails when i wake up, i knew he wouldn’t leave me alone after i cut contact and he was in my city. i was more of a mess than i let on, i should’ve let myself be loved, but the sad truth is: he didn’t deserve to break down every inch of me.
the hours go by, i do nothing. i know letting myself be sad is good to let it all out, but i just feel like im admitting defeat.
me and kiwi are laying on my couch, watching sex and the city for the fifth time when i hear a knock.
namjoons pov
i knock on her door, thinking she’ll ignore me. i deserve it after all. i stand there for half an hour, literally stand, tears pouring out of me in a pace i didn’t know tears could flow at. i let my head fall, knocking on her door again.
i hear her voice, muffled by the door, choking out a sob before saying, “we’re just star crossed lovers, namjoon. like ships in the night.”
i sigh, palm open against her door. breathing out, “you know i hate metaphors”
i can almost hear her rolling her eyes. i whisper, “please, hanna. let me in”
not necessarily talking about her apartment.
a while goes by, she doesn’t let me in. i go to sit at the bottom of her stairs, unwilling to accept that we’re over. i hear pawing at the door, i hear kiwi’s meows. the life i could’ve had with her flashes through my mind. i get up to knock on her door one more time,
she’s standing at the top of the stairs, so quiet i barely heard her. i make my way up, stopping on the steps before i reach her, our height equaled out by the steps. it’s hard to keep eye contact with her and not want to drop my relationship, but we don’t work out; we never will.
“i love you, namjoon…” she says, cutting the tension, “…if you say the word, if you tell me you want to be with me, i’ll say yes.”
i look at the ground, past her legs, down to mine. i hold both the railings by the stairs, taking everything in me to build the courage to tell her.
“i love you, joon” a sob escapes her. i make eye contact, seeing her trying to hold back tears.
“i do, too” i whisper, grabbing her waist while putting my head between her chest. my own tears stopped, but the emotion coursing through my veins is sending adrenaline straight into my heart.
i can tell she has so much to say, but nothing comes out. and what i have to tell her will break her. but what’s the point of going back and forth like this all the time?
“hanna…” i breathe out, taking my hands off her, “…i’m seeing someone else”
i can hear the weight of her heart drop to the floor, color drained from her face. she doesn’t have anything to say to me, not that i expected her to.
she doesn’t say anything, just turns around, walking back to her apartment.
this time, i’m the one left out in the hallway, except i know if i knock on her door she won’t let me back in.
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as im walking down her stairs i begin to hear the sounds of a thunderstorm, its dark and gloomy out there, but i go out anyway.
stepping out in the pouring rain, i get soaked down to my bones. this doesn’t wash away anything, though, i still feel every thing ive ever felt for her.
i walk all the way back to my own hotel, no one bothered me, no one came up to me.
and when i get to my room, i forgot my key.
my heart aches because the fact i forgot my key isn’t an issue.
i raise my hand to knock on my own door,
the woman i left the love of my life for opens it.
when you don't know there's a man out there who is obsessed with every breath you take and that man happens to be your professor.
Pairing : Stalker! Namjoon x student! Reader
Genre : stalking au, smut, 18+.
Warning: this one shot is very unhinged and toxic. Some people might feel uncomfortable while reading it. It is purely a stalking and dark obsession without any feelings and romance.
(not proofread at the end)
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It all began the moment you walked into his lecture hall.
There was an effortless, intoxicating defiance in the way you carried yourself, clad in a fitted black leather mini skirt, a crisp white button-down shirt with the top few buttons casually undone, and your hair falling in soft, untamed waves around your shoulders.
The moment Kim Namjoon looked up from his podium, the air left his lungs. A sudden, dangerous heat coiled tight and heavy in his lower abdomen, sending a jolt straight through his veins.
It was instant. There was something magnetic about you, an unspoken pull he couldn't quite name, but one that instantly shattered his professional composure.
You were his student. A forbidden line he knew he shouldn't even dream of crossing. Yet, the universe seemed to shrink until you were the only one that mattered.
Day by day, the attraction turned into a quiet, consuming obsession. Namjoon found himself engineering ways to keep you within arm's reach.
"Step up to the board and solve this equation for us," he would command, his deep, baritone voice velvety smooth yet leaving no room for argument. He just wanted an excuse to watch you walk, to see the way your brow furrowed in concentration, to breathe in the faint scent of your perfume as you passed his desk. Under the guise of academic guidance, he ensured your seat was always in the very front row, right where his eyes could track your every move.
But the obsession didn't stop when the lecture ended.
From the shadows of the university courtyard, his dark gaze would follow you. He watched the way your lips parted when you laughed, the animated way you gestured while eating lunch with your friends. It was mesmerizing—until they showed up.
Whenever another male student stepped too close to you, or made you laugh a little too brightly, something raw and primal would snap inside Namjoon's chest. A burning, toxic possessiveness would take over.
He couldn't touch you out in the open, but he held all the power in the classroom. The very next day, those same boys would bear the brunt of his silent fury. Namjoon would target them mercilessly, ripping their presentations to shreds, calling them out on the slightest errors, and turning his grading into a psychological battlefield.
They had no idea what they had done wrong. But Namjoon knew. They had dared to look at what was silently, irrevocably becoming his.
The heavy oak door of his office clicked shut behind you, cutting off the bustling noise of the university corridor. You stepped inside with an easy, casual confidence, entirely used to the soft smiles and subtle favoritism he usually reserved just for you.
"Mr. Kim, good afternoon," you greeted him, offering a polite smile. "I heard you called for me?"
Normally, his expression would soften at the sound of your voice. But today, the atmosphere in the room was suffocatingly tense. Namjoon sat behind his sleek desk, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle ticked in his cheek. He was radiating a cold, dangerous fury, a dark energy fueled by the sight that had nearly unhinged him earlier that morning: you, pressed against a wall in the campus courtyard, openly kissing another boy.
Slowly, his dark eyes slid up to meet yours, devoid of their usual warmth.
"Yes," he said, his voice dangerously low as he slid a stack of papers across the desk. "I checked your recent assignment." He flipped open the folder, revealing your previous mock test papers. Prominently stamped across the top in aggressive red ink was a single word.
Failed.
Your breath caught in your throat, the easy smile instantly vanishing from your face. "S-Sir?"
"You failed the exam, Y/N," he stated flatly, leaning back in his leather chair, weaving his long fingers together. His gaze bored into yours, sharp and unyielding. "Have you been... otherwise occupied lately?"
"No... sir," you stammered, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I worked hard. I studied for days..."
"Working hard doesn't mean your answers are correct, dumb girl."
The harsh, derogatory words cut through the silence, making your cheeks instantly burn with a mixture of shame and shock. He had never spoken to you like this.
Before you could process the sting of his words, Namjoon stood up. His massive, broad-shouldered frame loomed over you, completely stealing the light in the room as he stepped around the desk. He closed the distance between you until you were forced to tilt your head back just to look at him.
Without warning, his large hand reached out. His thumb and forefinger pinched your cheek—not painfully, but firmly enough to completely trap you under his touch.
Your breath utterly left your lungs, your eyes widening at the sudden, intimate contact.
"You need tutoring badly, girl," he whispered, leaning down so his warm breath fanned across your overheated skin. The dark, possessive glint in his eyes told a completely different story than his words.
You swallowed hard, your voice barely audible. "I... I will try my best to improve, sir."
"No, no," Namjoon murmured, a slow, predatory smirk playing at the corner of his lips as his fingers trailed down your jawline before dropping away. "I will make absolutely sure you do. Tonight, I am going to tutor you. At your place."
A shiver ran straight down your spine. You gulped, but under the sheer weight of his intense gaze, you found yourself nodding. Getting personal, one-on-one tuition from Kim Namjoon was supposed to be an academic blessing, he was, after all, the most respected, brilliant, and undeniably breathtaking professor on campus.
The heavy rain of the evening drummed a steady rhythm against the glass of your small apartment. It was a cozy, compact space, just enough room for one person, which made Kim Namjoon’s towering presence feel incredibly loud the moment he stepped inside.
"Make yourself comfortable, sir," you said politely, trying to shake off the nervous flutter in your chest. "I’ll get us something cold to drink."
"Thank you, Y/N," he replied, his deep voice smooth as his eyes scanned the perimeter of your living space, taking in every detail of where you lived your life away from him.
A few minutes later, you were both settled in your bedroom, which served as your study space. Namjoon sat in the desk chair while you pulled up a smaller stool beside him. Despite the underlying tension from earlier that day, he was a brilliant educator.
As he broke down the complex concepts, you found yourself listening with genuine interest. You had to pass this class at all costs, and his explanations were flawless.
"So, tell me," he murmured, leaning back in the chair and crossing one long leg over the other, tapping a pen against the desk. "What’s the answer to this one?"
You pulled the notepad closer, focusing hard as you scribbled down the steps to solve the equation. You tapped the final number with your pen, looking up at him hopefully.
Namjoon leaned in, looking at your paper, and a low hum vibrated in his chest. "Dummy," he chided softly. His voice wasn't harsh like it had been in his office; it was gentle, yet carried a thick, heavy layer of possessiveness that made your skin prickle. "That's not how you solve it at all."
As you leaned forward to re-examine your work, Namjoon’s hand deliberately shifted. With a seamless, practiced motion, his fingers brushed against the glass of juice you had brought him. The glass tilted slowly, pouring the dark liquid directly onto your lap, soaking straight through your pants.
"Ah, shit!" you gasped, instantly standing up as the cold fabric clung to your skin.
"Oh, I am so sorry," Namjoon apologized immediately, his expression a perfect picture of accidental carelessness. He reached for a tissue, but the damage was done. "It slipped. Completely my fault."
"It's okay, sir. I'll... I'll just go to the bathroom and change into something dry," you said, gesturing toward the door.
He nodded smoothly. "Of course. Take your time."
The moment the bathroom door clicked shut and the sound of rustling clothes began, the apologetic look vanished from Namjoon’s face. His expression went entirely blank, cold, and calculated.
Slipping his hand into his coat pocket, he pulled out a small, high-definition hidden camera.
With silent, hurried steps, he moved across your bedroom. His eyes locked onto your bookshelf, scanning the titles until they landed on a row of plushie toys.
He deftly wedged the tiny camera between two stuffed animals, adjusting the lens with a practiced tilt until it pointed directly at the center of your bed. Satisfied, he stepped back, ensuring it was completely invisible to the naked eye, and slipped back into his chair just as you walked back in wearing fresh sweatpants.
For the next hour, the lesson continued. True to his word, he kept his focus on the textbook, pulling your attention entirely into the academics until you forgot all about the spilled drink.
Finally, Namjoon closed the textbook with a soft thud and cleared his throat. "I need to use the washroom before I head out."
"Sure, sir. It's right there in the corner," you pointed toward the left side of the hallway.
"Thank you."
Namjoon walked into the small bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The air inside still smelled faintly of your vanilla body wash, making a dark heat immediately creep into his veins. His eyes swept over the small space until they landed on the laundry basket in the corner.
Stepping forward, his fingers brushed past the top layers until he found a piece of your underwear. A heavy, dark sigh of contentment left his lips as he lifted the delicate fabric, pressing it against his nose, inhaling your scent deeply. His eyes closed for a brief, unhinged moment before he folded it tightly and pushed it deep into the inner pocket of his coat.
He washed his hands, checked his reflection in the mirror to ensure his composure was flawless, and walked back out into the bedroom.
"I think that's enough tutoring for today," Namjoon said, gathering his coat and looking down at you with a calm, unreadable smile. "I hope to see a significant improvement from now on, Y/N.”
A few days had passed and Namjoon would daily watch you through the camera. The way you would move. The way you would sleep. The way you would lay down and scroll through the phone. The way you would change your clothes after a shower and that would be the difficult one to watch. He would get hard instantly every morning as you change your clothes.
One day, he was watching you through a camera, his legs spread as he saw you lay on the bed while watching some movie on your laptop. You suddenly closed the laptop and then kicked your pants away.
Namjoon bit his lip, a sudden heat creeping up into his pants as he watched your hand slowly slide into your panties. He wished you to get rid of those panties and you did. Namjoon bought your panties and inhaled it as he watched you, finding some sort of closure.
He cupped himself as you threw your head back and rubbed your clit. Namjoon got rid of his cock, his pre-cum evident as he watched you slowly finger yourself. Fuck, this wasn't enough. He needs more.
At midnight, when he saw you were sleeping. He climbed through your house window and watched you sleep for hours. And then a small moan escaped your mouth in sleep.
Namjoon lost it.
He slowly pulled your duvet down, exposing your naked body. He made sure to make so sound. He unzipped his pants and slowly rubbed his dick, while watching the movement of your chest falling, the peak of your nipples, the soft plumpy lips of yours.
He imagined them wrapped around his dick. He threw his head back. But then, he slowly took your underwear from the floor and wrapped it around his fist. He completely removed the duvet, you let out a small moan as the cold air hit your naked body but you slept anyway from the exhaustion.
He smirked, slowly patting your thighs and watched as your pussy glistened with wetness.
He sighed in content, running his tongue over and over his lips as he pumped his dick in fast speed to the view of your naked body.
He silently came all over his hand and he made sure to let some drop on your pussy before moving back, he took his mobile and clicked a picture of you, naked and spread, his cum on your pussy mixed with yours. He covered you back with duvet and whispered, "one fucking day I will fuck you hard."
A/n : Not a very plot driven one shot or smutty. I know this is very toxic and unhinged. I don't know what got into me to write this 😶🌫️
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Swapped- Yandere Kim Nam-Joon x Reader | Chapter 1
Kim Namjoon x Y/n | Slightest Kim Seok-Jin x reader if you squint
Genre: yandere au, business corporation au (ig?), romance
Synopsis:
Both the Kim and L/n families have been high earning conglomerates for years now, wanting to consolidate power and strengthen their alliance, decide to arrange their two heirs to marry. The oldest daughter, of twins, agrees to marry the Kim family’s heir, Kim Namjoon, but at the last minute backs out. Now, Y/n L/n must pretend to be her twin until her sister says so, but what happens when things feel too real? What happens when you find yourself falling into the role too well?
Word Count: 3,582
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (Coming Soon)
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You grip at the paper envelope sent to your mailbox, hands slightly shaking– in anger? Anxiety? – you weren’t too sure. All you knew was that you hated this feeling.
To Y/n L/n, daughter of the L/n Family.
Hastily, you rip open the envelope, grabbing the card inside. Looking down at the printed words, you scoffed.
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Dear Y/n, we welcome, and invite, you to the formal wedding of Ha- Yoon L/n and Kim Nam-Joon!
— May 19th, 20XX—
Seoul, South Korea., The Shilla Seoul – Yeong Bin Gwan
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“Fucking hell. Ha-yoon’s getting married? How much did I miss?”
You run a hand through your hair as you try to grasp the situation. On one hand, you didn’t want to attend the wedding, but on the other, you knew it wasn’t as easy as saying “you didn’t want to attend”.
“For God’s sake”, you mumble, “I am already as busy as it is!”
It’s currently May 4th, 3 days till you submit your capstone project. You had already done your final presentation, as daunting as it was, so you were glad to be so close to the finishing line– without the help of your family.
You left South Korea at eighteen to attend college in the States, and while your parents were completely against the fact, you left. You packed your bags, and boarded a twelve hour flight to California. Was it a bad idea– maybe, but do you regret it? Nope!
You were finishing your master’s degree in Data Science at U.C. Berkley, at 25 years old, and once you graduated, you planned on settling down and finding a job in the states. You’ve grown to love the area! As a data scientist, you could work at home while earning a pretty good salary and keep to yourself.
I wouldn’t be able to do this much back at home.
Thinking back to it, you hated being at your old home. It felt uncomfortable to prance around like a “hoity-toity” family acting as if everything was perfect! You understood that you came from money though, and to say that your parents were well off was an understatement. They, along with your new in-laws, were the rich conglomerates.
Your main family included: you, your twin sister Ha-yoon, and your parents. Obviously, you’ve drifted apart from your family, but when you lived with them, it was tiring to say the least. Naturally, you were the introverted, awkward sister that lacked confidence, meanwhile, Ha-yoon exemplified the qualities expected from the daughter of such an “astound” company, and due to this, she’s closer to your parents, especially your mom.
Slowly, you slowly saw your sister develop into a snobby, whiny daughter in front of your parents, and as Ha-yoon grew up, you two drifted apart– your personalities clashed too much or as she said “you’re the jester and I’m the princess!”
Was she calling me ugly or something– Whatever that means I guess.
Ha-yoon and you were identical twins in the sense of “if you met them for the first time, you couldn’t tell the difference.” But, for the most part, no one really knew you two were twins; your mom made an effort to send you two to separate schools, based on interests she insisted on, but you never tried to think too hard about it.
Thinking back, while Ha-yoon was extremely smart, and held all the qualities to becoming a great heir, her unreliability and impulsivity causes you to question her choice of marriage. You remembered the time she was “in love” with one of your male classmates, pinning after him for a week, but after getting together with him, she quickly grew tired, breaking things off and moving on.
You didn’t want to have your doubts already, but you worried that this marriage would end up the same way. How your parents got Ha-yoon to agree to an arranged marriage, you're assuming, is beyond you.
Whatever, I’m not going to think too much about it. Anyways, I have better things to worry about. Such as– CRAP I FORGOT.
You jump back to your computer to finish working on your capstone project. This was going to have to wait for another day– I have to put myself first.
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A couple hours have passed, and you were finalizing your last page of your report, when you heard a faint *Buzz buzz* sound coming from your bed. Hastily, you picked up your phone, not expecting to see a text from an unknown number.
(Unknown #)
Unknown: Y/n, did you get the letter?
-What the fuck? Who is this?? How do they know who I am?
Unknown: Y/n, this is your mother, once again, I am asking you, did you get the letter? The one to your sister's marriage.
How the fuck did she get my number? Your eyebrows furrowed, you quickly start typing.
Y/n: How did you get this number?
Y/n: I have had it changed for years now.
Mom: Come on, you aren’t stupid Y/n, you know something like this is easy for us.
Mom: Just answer my question.
Y/n: Yes I did get the invitation. Sorry. Can’t go.
Mom: I don’t think I was asking you; you will attend this wedding whether you like it or not. It is the least you could do for us after leaving.
… This is pissing me the fuck off
Y/n: I can’t just drop everything and run over, Mom.
Mom: Y/n L/n, you can and will.
Y/n: Mom- You don’t understand, I have my GRADUATION on May 19th! You know, to celebrate the degree I’ve worked towards for years? The one I need for my career?
Mom: So? You never needed to go that route, and you know it. This is more important, both our family, and the Kims, will unite to become stronger. I have booked your flight for May 14th, 2026. As you know, the marriage will occur on May 15th.
Mom: The drivers will pick you up from the airport. Also, whatever you’re thinking, it won’t work. We have an image to upkeep. If not for me, do it for your sister.
At this point, I was shaking in anger. The absolute audacity she had. Booking everything previously without even telling you. Whatever, you thought, it’s not as if I’ll stay there. I’m still pissed about my graduation, but I know there’s no winning this one.
Y/n: Okay, I’ll go. Just don’t expect me to do or have any familial duties besides attending the marriage.
Mom: Good, here [file upload] this is your ticket information. See you then, Y/n.
Seen
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UGH! I threw my phone back on my bed. Let me finish my work. I have better things to worry about. I’ll just come and go. Easy. Right?
— Timeskip to May 14th—
Walking from my plane, I look around the airport. It’s been a while since I’ve been at Incheon International Airport, and I certainly didn’t miss it. Tomorrow is your sister's big day, and you can’t help but dread it.
At the baggage claim, you grab your suitcase– you didn’t pack much, but you wanted to bring items back to the US.. maybe steal, for lack of a better word, a couple items.
You drag your suitcase to the entrance of the airport, and as soon as you are about to call a taxi, someone who works for your family– you assume, taps your shoulder.
“Ms. L/n, we have a car ready for you here,” the man speaks up. You sigh, but just follow the man, no need to make his life anymore difficult.
The drive to the hotel isn’t long, but it’s awkward. You tried making small talk with the man, but he just continued looking straight. Whatever, I’ll just sleep when I get home, and then call it a night. I’m jetlagged as a bitch right now.
--Time Skip to the Day of the Wedding--
Today is finally the day of Ha-yoon’s marriage. Let’s hope it goes well, for both her and my sake, you nervously look around your hotel room. Thankfully they had booked you in the same hotel as the marriage. You had to wake up pretty early to start getting ready– as per your mom’s request. Thankfully, the wedding wouldn’t have too many attendees, as the Kim family is pretty secretive, so you hoped the ceremony would just speed through.
Just as you were about to finish getting ready, a frantic knock echoed from your door.
“Y/n– we need you to go to the bridal’s room right away! It is an emergency!” an unfamiliar voice boomed.
Startled, you get up, racing to the door to be immediately dragged away by the worker. “What– What is happening? Hey! At least explain to me–,” you were flabbergasted, come on now!
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the female stopped at the bridal’s room.
The door opened to a sobbing Ha-yoon in my mother’s arms. “B-But eomma! I change my mind! I don’t want to marry him! I don’t even know him– what if he’s some crazy psycho!,” Ha-yoon’s scratchy voice echoes throughout the room.
“Now, why the hell did they call me here as if I could do something? What do they need me here for,” you silently think to yourself, watching the whole fiasco go through.
Ha-yoon, bringing her head up from her mom’s arms, looks straight at you. “Y/n! Just the person I needed to see right now!,” Ha-yoon exclaims from the front of the room, “Hurry up! Come over here!”
You raise your eyebrows, slowly stepping towards Ha-yoon. Surprisingly, despite all her fussing, she looks gorgeous. Her wedding dress was, of course, white with a long trail spanning at least a couple yards, encrusted with tiny diamonds.
“Y/nnieee! My dearest twin sister who I shared the womb with!” Ew- what is happening? Why is she acting so– crazy?!
Y/n looked Ha-yoon straight in the eyes, her eyebrows furrowed, “Why are you acting this way, Ha-yoon? Didn’t you want to get married to this Kim guy??”
Ha-yoon quickly quiets down, her mood dimming immediately, “Tch– So what? Can’t we just call off this marriage? Eommaaa!”
Oh my God, she’s going to piss me off. Why would she marry someone she didn’t know? How did she even agree to an arranged marriage?
Your mom goes up to Ha-yoon, patting her back gently, “Ha-yoonnie, my dear daughter, you stated yourself you wanted to marry Namjoon. Why would you back out now? We need this for our reputation– for our company’s integrity!”
You stand there awkwardly, eyes darting between your sister and mother. Suddenly, Ha-yoon brings her head up from the ground, looking you into the eyes. “Y/n, I need you to do the greatest favor ever– Why don’t YOU pretend to be me for a little tiny~ bit,” she said, lightly batting her eyelashes.
What. The. Actual. Fuck. Did. She. Just. Ask. Me.
“What the fuck, Ha-yoon, are you joking?,” Y/n asks, her body stiffens as her mom narrowly looks at her.
“Y/n, don’t speak to your sister like that,” your mom says angrily. Turning her head to Ha-yoon, your mom’s eyes softened, “Look sweety, we can’t have you bail out on this; This is important.”
Ha-yoon grabs my hands, begging Y/n with all her might, “Please, just for a couple of months. Just enough time for me to find out the type of man Namjoon is!”
You look at Ha-yoon dumbfounded, “So, you want to make sure that YOU’RE safe, huh? C’mon, why did you even invite me here anyways! I can’t just throw away everything to pretend to be some guy’s wife! My whole life is outside of Korea, and I am not willing to throw it all away for you Ha-yoon. I am not going to clean up your mess!”
“Y/n L/n,” a stern voice– coming from your mother you presume– calls out. “You abandon your family and ignore us for years! You’re overexaggerating! It’ll only be for a couple of months. Afterwards, we can just swap the two of you.”
You look at your mother, and the people around the room, as if they’re all crazy.
“Mom– you can’t be for real right now. He’s going to be able to tell I’m not Ha-yoon just from the rumors alone! Even if everything goes smoothly, how will it work once we magically “Swap”? Do you really think everything will magically return to normal? He will be able to tell her personality changes. Then, you should really be worried about our family’s image.”
Your mom scoffs,
“As if– At this point, no one even knows that Ha-yoon and you are sisters. I mean you’ve been in the states for six, seven years now doing God knows what.Ha-yoon and Namjoon haven’t even officially met before, so you’ll be fine. Look, Y/n, if you do us this favor, we’ll leave you alone. You can return to the states, and we won’t ever call you for anything again. We’ll even pay for your rent when you’re gone. Deal?”
You pause, not knowing how exactly to feel. On one hand I guess it’s sort of tempting, but on the other, this is just another mess that shouldn’t have happened.
Why should I have to be a clean-up crew for them? Whatever– fine I’ll fucking do this shit.
“... Fine– I’ll pretend to be you Ha-yoon..,” Ha-yoon’s eyes brighten up, and as soon as she speaks you cut her off, “But– you have to promise me. It’ll only be for a couple of months. Whatever mess that happens should NOT be my problem.”
“Oh my God, Y/nnie! Thank you so much! C’mon let’s get you into this dress! We need a hairdresser and make-up artist,” Ha-yoon yells at the staff, who now look twice as stressed as before.
Ha-yoon’s eyes narrow at your waist, “On a second thought, get her a different dress, this one won’t fit you.”
Ha. There it is, the Ha-yoon I remember; you’re the one who gave up the attention of the wedding to me, so why do you have the gall to act this way towards me. I’m doing YOU a favor. Whatever. There’s only 3 hours till the wedding, and at this point everyone was panicking looking for a dress.
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Somehow everything works out, and before you know it, you’re walking down the aisle, eyes finally meeting your soon-to-be beloved– yuck.
Honestly, he was really handsome– and did I mention tall? God– money really does buy you everything.
His eyes narrowed on your figure, as if he was examining some sort of game.
Finally, you stop in front of him to begin our vows. You decide to go through your vows first, regurgitating the words Ha-yoon wrote down for you to memorize. Thank God I have a decent memory.
Then, Namjoon says some stereotypical vows– presumably ones his parents forced him to learn, while looking me dead in the eye.
C’mon– look away please! I can’t handle all this scrutiny! Y/n stay composed– don’t let your confident demeanor, the one you were trying so hard to force, come unloose now!
Your thoughts are interrupted by the words, “You may now kiss the bride.”
Your body freezes in place, “Fuck, I forgot about this– whatever Y/n you’re a grown 25 year old woman, you’ve done more than kiss a man– grow some balls.”
“Ha-yoon,” a deep, smooth voice calls out your sister’s name, “may I?” You quickly push back your confusion, remembering you’re now technically Ha-yoon.
You nod slowly, as you both bring your heads closer. You could feel his breath against his lips, but the moment is ruined by him whispering, “Are you trying to act prude? Let’s just get this over with. It’s not like you planned to fall in love either.”
Before you could get a word out, he closes the gap, putting his hand behind your neck to hold you in place. The kiss was short– but deep. He refused to give you any resemblance of control– maybe to deter you from getting the wrong idea. This kiss was just something to give the intended message to the viewers, but you knew better.
When Namjoon pulls away, you are speechless. This has been a clusterfuck of a day– you just want to go home and sleep! You’d even prefer to go back, restart your capstone project, and act as if today never existed. Too bad for you I guess.
He quickly slides on a diamond encrusted ring, something to officially show that you are “each other's.”
Namjoon looks down at you expectantly for a couple seconds, and when you don’t budge, he whispers out “ring.”
Oh yeah– you grab his ring, sliding it onto his ring finger. It was a silver band, incrusted with small diamonds. Wow, his hands look nice– Y/n get your head out of the clouds.
Ha-yoon, you owe me big time, sister. These next couple of months will fly, and before you know it, you’ll be trapped in this marriage, not me.
You look towards the small crowd, making eye-contact with your mother who gives you a small, foxy smile as if to rub it in your face.
Your attention is snapped back to Namjoon as he speaks up, “Thank you all for attending this marriage between Ha-yoon and I. I hope that in the future, we can continue to unite and be kind to each other. Thank you.”
Going down the stairs, you try walking away, only to be stopped by Namjoon. “Ha-yoon? Where are you going?” He was eerily still as he saw your panicked eyes look from the door to his face.
You force yourself to look away from the door, finding his eyes immediately. Clearing your throat you utter, “I uh– I forgot something in my hotel room. I just need to get it real quick. I’ll be right back.”
Namjoon’s eyebrows slightly furrow, before asking, “Hotel? Why are you staying here? Don’t you live in Seoul?” He places one of his hands into his pant pocket, slightly leaning onto one leg before speaking up again, god you wish he would just let you go, “What? You can’t speak or what? I’ve heard how much you love talking from others. Am I the exception?”
“Look Namjoon, to answer your questions, I stayed at the hotel since it would take a while for me to get ready for the wedding. Secondly, why are you so calculative? It’s as if you’re trying to dissect every move I make.” Y/n states while maintaining eye-contact with Namjoon.
At this point, you were tired of Namjoon’s constant scrutiny; you didn’t even know the man for an hour at this point!
Namjoon looked at Y/n, mouth moving as if to say something but quickly acting against it. “Fine, go get whatever you need to get. We’re moving in together, remember? So make sure to bring whatever you need to our new house. Also, don’t forget, once you bring your stuff, we’re going straight to the airport. I have business to attend to in Japan, and we will also be spending our honeymoon there.”
You quickly nod and turn your back to Namjoon as you head to the door. “Okay, I’ll see you later!” You didn’t look back to see if he was still there. Your thoughts were racing.
What did he mean about the honeymoon!? I have to live with him in “OUR” house? Oh my God– what did Ha-yoon get me into? Okay, Y/n calm down. Let’s just go to our hotel room and take off our make-up and this fucking dress.
Back at your room, you lay deadly still on your bed. You still can’t conceptualize the fact that you’re now technically married– but not? You’re going to live for months with this man, and then after playing house for a while, go back home as if nothing happened?
“Ughhhhh," you groan into your palms while rolling around in your bed.
You had finished packing your bags already, so you were waiting for anything to happen. You feel your phone buzz from your bedstand.
You freeze for a couple of seconds, questioning whether to pick up the phone or not. Picking the safe option, you stay on the bed– just laying there, for what seems like forever.
*Buzz, Buzz*Okay, they’re unrelenting. Let me see my phone.
You push yourself upright and reach for your phone.
Unknown: Hello, are you done? 9:38 PM
Unknown: This is Nam-joon, Ha-yoon. I will be waiting for you downstairs.
You should have had more than enough time to pack. 9:38 PM
Nam-joon: Ha-yoon? Where are you? It’s been ten minutes. 9:50 PM
Crap– I didn’t think zoned-out for that long. I’m screwed.
Nam-joon: Are you okay? 9:53 PM
Y/n: I am so sorry, Nam-joon! 9:55 PM
Y/n: I accidentally took a small nap; I will be downstairs asap with all my bags! 9:55 PM
Nam-joon: Okay. 9:55 PM
Nam-joon: It is late. Remember, we have a flight to catch in a couple of hours. 9:56 PM
You jump from your bed, grabbing your bags, ready to face your “husband.” You didn’t know how you would explain your “overpacking” since you literally came from the U.S., but whatever, you already became a bride overnight.
Note:
I decided to change the plot a bit from the "preview." I removed the subplot of the Jimin Bsf just because I thought it would be easier for plots sake.
I originally wanted to make this a oneshot, but I haven't had time to fully write everything out. I plan on making two more parts since there isn't really much interaction between Y/n and Namjoon so far🥹
Also sorry for the weird timeskips between the airport day and wedding day... Ik it's awkward, but I just wanted to post what I have right now... Also ignore grammar issues...
The clicks. The flashes piercing the eyeballs. The noises of the camera shuttering. The hard concrete against the soft base of his balenciagas. The crowd roared around him and yet, he could easily silence them in his mind. A beat, a lyric, a thought wasn’t necessary to do so. He had mastered the art of facing the truth to such a point where he didn’t feel the need to evade reality or bypass the questions that arouse in his mind all the time. He had answers already, or so he thought. The 25 year old had filled that void in his heart with stones, contagious stones. The epidemic spread, and soon enough every inch of his body which possessed even a bit of empathy or even sympathy, was indestructible. There was no going back.
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“Great show tonight,” his manager’s voice echoed through the receiver as his landline began playing the voice messages left unheard, “I don’t understand why you’re beating yourself up on this, tonight was for celebration and you left right after the show!” he didn’t stay to hear rest of the message, effectively being able to predict the remainder and being in no mood for the constant assurance that did no good. He walked inside his room, throwing his backpack on the sofa as he walked towards the bed. His body collapsed as he ran his hand over his face, the mistakes amidst the performance dominating half of his mind and the other half repeatedly provoking him to have another breakdown whilst thinking of the way you brutally broke his fragile heart that took ages for him to trust you. Why would you? How could you? It was unimaginable for him to even for a split second consider someone as warm-hearted and considerate as you to take the remainder of what was left of his poor heart and clutch it strong enough for it to crack right apart from the places he had tried so hard to previously mend. Your pretentious persona always stabbed him whenever he thought of the moments you two shared, where you really had him fooled, convinced he was the only one, convinced you were never going to leave. And like every time, he didn’t realize when the tears even started falling because very soon, there were tiny pools of tears each side beside his face.
His throat felt dry at this point and he realized he had been laying in the same position for over an hour and silently crying. He needed water, he needed it for mere survival because his will to live was snatched away from him when he saw you exit from another idol’s makeup room, hair raveled while closing up the top button of your shirt, and he remembered the wiped off mascara and ruined lipstick like he had it tattooed on his heart. He doesn’t remember much after that incident from that horrendous day almost a month ago, apart from telling you to leave because he was through and many drinks after that.
“Namjoon,” your voice echoed in the lounge, stopping him in his tracks with his heart beating oh-so-rapidly and loudly in its ribcage that he missed out on what you said next. He wondered how long the phone was playing these messages for it to reach the ones sent almost 3 weeks ago. “You’re- you’re not picking up my calls nor replying to my texts.. Joonie, what should I do? What- what do you want me to do? I’m so confused,” the way your voice cracked did similar to his heart, and for once he wasn’t quick in walking away from the phone because this was the first time he had heard your voice since a few nights after the breakup, when you showed up at his door and he refused to open it. “at least tell me what I did. Tell me what happened, I will do anything to fix this. You- you can’t.. you can’t take such a big decision on behalf of both of us.. I won’t let you.” Your voice got thinner and thinner and he was having a hard time grasping your sentences now, because of the struggle you were facing in even just merely talking. “I love you, I still do. But I’m running out the mental capacity to think this through, and- and I’m beginning to believe you really did mean it when you said you’re sick of me. I don’t want to but it’s all I have.” His lips quivered when he heard you sob, his jaw clenched as he attempted to toughen his heart up which physically hurt from the words that left your mouth. Why was it so hard for him to convince himself you were just putting up a façade? “I miss you so much.. please, please, call me. I love you.”
The message ended abruptly, making him snap back from his zone as he had sat next to the landline, against the sofa with his head laid back. His face suddenly felt cold from the tear-stained areas. He didn’t have the heart to confront you, to hear it all from you firsthand, admitting you had found someone else and had moved on. That you wanted it to end so you could start a new chapter with the new guy. His weak heart wouldn’t be able to handle that alongside remembering the beautiful details of your relationship where you had managed to be his rock during every trial.
His train of thoughts were interrupted as his phone went off, the screen indicating a call from a friend of his from a female kpop group. It was weird enough that she was calling at such an hour so when he saw she had called once before as well, he immediately picked up.
“Hi, I’m so sorry to call twice as such an hour,” she immediately blurted out as soon as he answered, earning a slight chuckle from him.
“Are you, though?”
“I am, I swear. But I did so because one, y/n hasn’t been receiving my calls for some reason and your show just ended so I figured you’d be up right now. Tired as fuck, but up.” Namjoon hummed in response, wiping away his tears as if she would be able to notice them if he didn’t. “and two, I was packing up and realized she left her pendant in my dressing room from a few weeks ago.”
He was just about to tell her to directly call y/n or simply end the conversation with a generic ‘I’ll let her know’ but then his mind instantly clicked something, “your dressing room?”
“Yeah, during MAMA, just before my performance.” She informed, chuckling as if remembering something. “She came over and saw how stressed I was and decided that dressing up and modelling as a drag queen would help release ample dopamine in my system and I’m talking the drag makeup included. It was terrifying but helped nonetheless, especially when I was called on-stage in five and she ran to wipe the beautiful art off of her face. Such a pity you didn’t get to see it, you would’ve fallen even deeper in love if you had, if possible.”
Namjoon felt numb. His hand holding the phone began hurting from clutching onto the phone so tightly as he heard the revelation, unable to blink or breathe for a while as he began understanding just what was being revealed, “hello? Can you please let her know I have her pendant so she doesn’t freak out about losing it? It took ages to convince her to take it off so she could wear the heavy neck piece which would complement her drag queen look without it being overshadowed by your anniversary gift. Gosh, she must be paranoid right now, I hope I’m not too late.” She laughed slightly in the end, but Namjoon’s face wouldn’t even show a hint of a smile. It was cold, hard, numb.
The remaining life had been sucked out of him as he heard her after that but didn’t listen to her because his whole mind was occupied at this point. It was blank but yet filled, and he felt so stupid. He felt pathetic, and he felt like a traitor. At this point, it wasn’t about what he was going to do, but what he was going to say.
As your voice begging him to talk to you began echoing in his now empty brain, he struggled to get up and search for his shoes because the only thing he could do other than lose his sanity was going to you instantly.
It had been so long, and it had been so wrong.
part 2
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Hi! Been so long, oh my goodness. How are you all?
So much has been happening, will soon do a q&a where we will talk and all catch up. 😂
Tell me what you thought of this and if you want a part 2! 💜 Love you, bbies. 😻
rating/genre: angst with some fluff, smut, idol! namjoon x event planner! reader
summary: joonie and hanna spend some quality time together, then go their own ways as their hearts break.
warnings: shower sex, unprotected, penetration (p in v), MINORS DNI 18+, masturbation, throat fucking, oral, cussing, slapping, mating press, dumbification, joon says i love you, pet names, mentions of nipple piercings, brat taming… lmk if i missed anything
word count: 2.8k
hanna’s pov
we wake up tangled in each other. such an interesting way to start the day, with someone you met so long ago yet click so well with. everything is perfect right now, the sun hidden by blackout curtains, the room is cold but the blanket is weighted and his body’s warm.
he blinks his eyes open, subconsciously pulling me to lay on top of him, playing with my hair between his fingers. “come back to korea with me” he says, i’m quite shocked by this offer. it’s blind, he doesn’t actually mean it, he’s saying this because he’s pussy whipped. i look up at him, my cheek on his chest. eyes are looking at me so intensely, like if i say no, he might die.
i smile, “what? that’s crazy”, playfully pushing his shoulder. he grabs my wrist tenderly, kissing my knuckles, “i’m serious, princess. i’m serious about us”
my heart sinks, i can’t drop everything for him. maybe four years ago i would have, but im not twenty two anymore. back then, i was freshly out of college and confused on everything in my life. my career, what i wanted for my love life, if i wanted to live in los angeles or new york. but now i know what i want and its not anything serious. i can’t have anything serious when all i feel for life is grief, not in a suicidal way or anything, i really do love my life. but sometimes the weight of the world pushes me down and i can’t get up. i might not have woken up feeling like that today but i will eventually, i can’t imagine subjecting anyone to my mood swings, much less this sweet angel of a man.
“im not all that, you know?” i say, knowing i am all that, i’m the shit. but i can’t let him fall for me.
“you could just stay with me, i’ll cover everything. i have two free weeks” he pushes. i think about it, what it would be like to stay with him. we’d probably have sex too much for our own good, he’d probably teach me a lot of korean, show me around everywhere. maybe he’d even try to introduce me to his parents…
“i am employed, if you remember” i reply, hoping hell get me trying to say no.
“okay but what if you cleared your schedule sometime, not right now, to go?” he really isn’t quitting.
“can i think about it?” i ask, he nods, pulling his arms around me as i lay on top of him.
this morning, or rather this afternoon, is blissful. but this kind of bliss, i don’t trust, it never lasts.
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kiwi woke up shortly after i decided i needed to get ready for the day. i only flew out here to work on the ama’s, but im here for a few days regardless, i love vegas.
namjoon told me he has a free day today, then two back to back shows after that.
“should we stay in and fuck all day?” he asks while peppering kisses all over my face. i smile, catching his lips, breaking the kiss only to say “that doesn’t sound like a bad idea”
i drop what i was doing to kiss him properly. we only made out last night, both too tired to do anything else. i’ve thought about that night we had for a long, long time.
he breaks the kiss to take off the top i just put on, mouth gaping at my chest. “these are new,” he states, talking about my pierced nipples. “yeah, got them pierced three years ago” i say, reconnecting our lips. he guides us to the couch, he’s sitting and im straddling him.
“i’ve fucked my hand so many times thinking about you like this,” he says between kisses, placing sloppy hickeys on my neck, collarbones… i’m a mess by the time he reaches my nipples.
“you like your breasts kissed, princess?”
“mhm” i mumble, feeling too good to actually say anything. he’s teasing the fuck out of me, playing with the metal around my nipples, holding onto my waist.
i push him off of me, giving me a confused look, i tell him to take his pants off. straddling him when his cock springs free, he’s so hard and i know it’s because of me.
“you said you fucked your hand thinking about me?” i say while circling his tip with my thumb, he nods. “show me” he looks at me like sin, not believing im asking such thing of him.
“cmon, joonie, show me…” i take my hands off him but stay straddling his legs, “…i wanna see what i’ve been missing this whole time”
“don’t be shy,” i say. i see his facial expression drop, “fuck this,” he grunts, pushing me off of him now. i know he’s not mad at me but i cant help myself, i wanna push his buttons more.
“you wanna see how i dealt with not seeing you for four years?” he asks, gripping my waist, making me follow him to the bathroom. he takes off every piece of clothing i have on, one by one. my top, my bottoms, my bra, panties… but he doesn’t touch me, not the way i want him to.
he’s taking off his shirt, pulling me into the shower, turning on the water. before i can even think he’s lifting me up to sit on the shelf by the window. he’s lined up exactly right to fuck me here, i can tell he sees that, but he controls himself. “every time i was in the shower, i thought about you…” his hands reach down to his cock, rubbing the tip with his big hands, “…and now you’re right in front of me acting like a fucking brat making me touch myself. so i’ll show you how”
his backs against the wall, water dripping all over his toned chest. his hair soaked, neck exposed as he looks up from pleasure, hands fisting himself, looking so hot. he groans as his eyes shut, dick looking painfully hard. there’s a vein that goes alongside it, pulsing. i know he feels so good right now, not as good as he could feel inside of me, though.
i get down from the shelf, moving over to him. “i can make you feel better,” i say, it comes out as a whisper. i go to touch him but he slaps my hand away, “oh now you wanna touch me?” he says, backing me into the wall. i nod and giggle like the brat i am and this clearly frustrates him. “such a fuckin brat, you love pissing me off, huh?”
i smile as i put my hands around him, he’s trying to act all tough but he melts as soon as my hands work him up and down.
“damn, you shut up real fast….” i tease, “…makes me wonder what you’d be like with my mouth on you”
his eyes widen, whispering “fuck” as i get down on my knees to take him in my mouth. feeling him hit the back of my throat, he’s big. his hands tangled in my wet hair as he starts fucking my throat out of pure lust. grunting and panting, sounding so good, i can image the sounds from my throat are turning him on, too.
“fuck, princess…” he groans, my nose brushing his pelvis with one deep thrust, “…i thought about you around my dick like this, never thought you’d feel this good”
i hollow my cheeks to suck him harder, lapping him up and down again as he lets go of my hair. he grabs my face with both of his hands as i’m going down on him again, using his thumbs to caress my cheek. “such a brat,” slapping me ever so lightly. he comes down my throat with the hottest groan i have ever heard.
“ruin me” i say, looking up at him. he lets out a laugh that sends chills down my spine and almost makes me regret telling him that.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for,”
except i very much do. i get up from the floor, not daring to break eye contact, running my hands up his toned stomach, sliding my finger over his nipples to see if i can get a reaction out of him; he sucks in a moan.
i ask, “are you gonna fuck me or do i have to do it myself?”
his smirk doesn’t hide anything as he’s moving me back to the shelf, hoisting me up by my waist once again. “how many guys have you fucked since me?” he unexpectedly asks,
“dated one for two years, had a fuck buddy for a few months after that” i admit, the fuck buddy was the ex.
“yeah? he fuck you good?” he says, slipping his tip inside of me. just the tip.
he’s teasing me so bad, but i feel like this is more of a punishment.
“he did, actually…” i start playing with my clit, “…he fucked me into my bed every night, like a man’s supposed to”
he slaps my manicured hands away from my own pussy, using his fingers as a replacement, still taking his tip in and out of me.
“these guys your age don’t know how to treat a woman, i know how to treat you” he says as his fingers lightly tap my clit. “who said he was my age?”
his laugh rumbles deep in my chest, all at once he’s sinking into me and i’m wet enough to take him. “prettiest fuckin brat ever, if i had you all to myself id fuck you all day”
he feels so good inside of me, sending electric shocks through my whole body. i feel him grab the back of my knees, pushing them up to my chest as he presses himself against me. going deeper, and harder.
i feel any sense of thoughtfulness in my mind go away, he’s fucking me dumb. he’s fucking me so good i can’t think. i feel him in my stomach, i feel him in my mouth, everywhere. it feels so, so good.
i mumble out something incoherent, my vision going hazy, tears slipping down my cheek because of how good im feeling.
“you crying because your cunt feels so good?”
i nod rapidly, taking the deepest breath Ive ever taken in my life. his thrusts get sloppier and deeper, burying his face into the crook of my neck as my arms wrap around him.
“my pretty girl, i’ve been yours since the day i met you…” he says as he spreads my legs, rubbing circles on me, “…been yours forever, will always be yours”
i’m a moaning mess and he keeps whispering sweet nothings to me as he shoots his load inside of me, he feels way too good. fucking me through my own orgasm, keeping a steady thumb on my clit. “joonie, too much. i’m gonna come again”
“squirt for me,”
and i do, leg twitching and all.
“good girl, doin what i say”
he brings his fingers up to his mouth, tasting me. doing this with him has to be the most satisfying feeling ever, we’re so compatible like this.
-
namjoons pov
“when are you leaving” i ask, not wanting to let her go just yet
“in two days, what about you?”
“in two days too” i say, except that’s a lie. we’re leaving after we finish our two shows here, and tonight’s the last one.
we’ve been hanging out every day between my work schedule, with all our concerts and fittings i’ve made time to see her in between.
right now we’re in line to order coffee, some fans have recognized me, they we’re really respectful though, either just ignoring me or saying “hi joon” and going about their day. in which, id say “hi army” back to them.
i have to be back at my hotel in an hour, now im just cherishing my time with her. today’s the last concert in vegas, then im back in korea tomorrow. but i wanna spend more time with her.
moving up in the line, i confess, “im actually leaving tomorrow but…” i face her, “…ill stay if you want me to”
she looks at me with a smirk, “i always want you to stay”
i squeeze her hand at this, i love her i love her i love her.
“i can take whoever’s next” an old lady with white hair and blue eyes says. hanna steps up and asks how she is, “oh sweetie, i’m very well. been running this coffee shop for decades now and this past week has been a record in our sales.”
i smile, this is a cute coffee shop. there are people doing their work on the tables, families catching up, friends gossiping. “what’s your favorite part of the store?” hanna asks, always so thoughtful.
the lady looks up, thinking, “hmm, has to be the tree i built it around,” pointing to the left corner, where a tree stands. it looks like a bigger version of a bonsai tree, it’s so cute.
someone behind us says “can you guys hurry up?”. hanna apologizes, i roll my eyes, have some fuckin patience.
we order, i pay. she gets mad at me for this, “joon, i have money. you know that, right?”
“yeah, i do” i say,
“so why’d you pay?” she asks, sitting down in an empty booth, further away from the front
“because you deserve the world… and not to mention i could buy a mansion right now before our coffees even ready.”
the buzzer goes off, indicating the orders ready.
hanna sits up to grab it, but she’s my girl and she deserves to be taken care of; not just money wise, so i grab it.
“wow joon, you’re spoiling me right here” she giggles, taking a sip of her latte.
“you deserve to be taken care of, hanna”
looking up at me, eyes hazy, she says “okay”
and i know that’s her letting me.
-
two days of just me and her, tangled in each others souls. i extended my trip here, changed my flight, stayed with hanna. it’s been so surreal just living with her like this. we bring kiwi with us almost everywhere, she’s starting to think i’m her dad.
we had a wine tasting she was able to squeeze me into last minute, i never really thought i was going to be able to have a relationship this normal, one where i can freely go out in public, somehow she’s making that possible.
two days of absolute peace and happiness.
the hours before our flight was bittersweet, she had a red eye and i was out in the morning, i went to the airport with her anyways. we spent the whole night in bed, talking about nothing yet everything, kiwi in between us. she told me everything about her life, including that night on the rooftop.
“i wasn’t even supposed to be up there, it was the day after i graduated college, i was such a mess. i was on a graduation trip with my girl friends but i couldn’t take it, the weight of it all falling down on me.”
i listen attentively, never having been to college but understanding her nonetheless. i know what it feels like to have a constant put in your stomach, like something’s always weighing you down. i play with her hair and she talks, “sometimes life is just like that, joonie. you hate it and then you love it and then you want to end it all, and then you come back around and figure out it’s not that deep, and then you actually realize it is that deep. everything in this world is about how long you can hold on, life is about how long you can hold on. people like us, we feel everything, there will always be a grief in our hearts about being alive.”
i’ve never met someone who feels what i feel.
“these feelings will never go away.”
-
me and her both have bloodshot eyes standing through tsa, paparazzi followed us all the way. i’m having a hard time caring about that, i know pictures of us will be out in the morning; my arms wrapped around her as she stands in my hoodie. but i don’t care, oh fucking well. we get into the lounge the company rented out for me, for privacy.
“you’re not gonna forget about me, right?” she looks up, teary eyed. i will absolutely never forget her, she doesn’t know what she’s made me feel. i felt like i was drowning but she held me up, even after all this time.
“i’m in love with you, hanna”
that makes her tears slip out, even though i can tell she’s trying so hard not to cry. the tears flow against her will, bringing her into my arms i say, “meeting you saved me”
it also ruined me, but that’s never something id admit.
after a long time of us holding each other, she whispers that her flight is about to leave. it goes against everything im feeling to let her go.
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Summary: You find out your roommate Namjoon is an OnlyFans creator and had a collab fall through. He is worried about making rent on time and asks you to be in a video with him to help him make his deadline. Before you make your decision, you do your own research.
Preview: “Did you like what you watched?” He persisted, taking another sip of his drink.
“I uh, didn’t watch anything. I just scrolled really.” You lied very unconvincingly.
“You know, these walls are very thin.” He explained, using his finger to tap against the eggshell white paint of the kitchen. “Any little sound, or buzzing noise, can be heard very well. So let’s try answering that question again.”
Content Warning: 18+ NSFW. NO MINORS. Service Dom! Namjoon. Sub! Reader. Reader is kind of annoying and pushy in the beginning for the plot sorry. Masturbation (f). Mention of watching porn w description of m/m videos (bisexual Namjoon), solo videos, and m/f videos. Talk about porn/sex. Nipple play. Dry humping. Oral sex. (M and f receiving) Fingering. Major overstimulation. Multiple orgasm. Pussy worship. Use of sex toys. Squirting. P in V. Dirty talk. Use of pet names like: baby, good girl. Praise. Birth control is implied idk.
Tag list: @woohwachaos @mintyunho @nowornevermarie @dayho3 @hoofymalone @auxiny @daeteez @b-tangkitten
Namjoon was a pretty decent roommate. You had connected with him on Facebook while searching for somebody to move into your spare room in your apartment when your last roommate moved out unexpectedly. He was quick to take you up on the offer.
He kept things tidy, relatively quiet. He read a lot and liked to sing in the shower. Your schedules seem to be quite the opposite: while you were at work, he was home. And while you were home, he was out or hidden away in his room. Your interactions were always pleasant. He was a genuinely nice guy who even left you meals in the fridge if he had any food left over from his dinner. You didn’t know much about him: who his friends were, where or what he did for work, or even what his last name was but he paid rent on time and didn’t bring drama. That’s all you could ask for.
You sat in your shared living room watching tv, lounging and relaxing after work when Namjoon came out of his room with a frustrated look on his face. His fingers were furiously typing against his phone screen.
“Hey.” You greeted him. “Didn’t realize you were home.”
“Uh, yeah.” He said without looking up, still focused on whoever he was texting.
“Is everything okay?” You asked, never having seen him in any mood other than a pleasant one. He took a second to glance up at you, a fake and tight smile on his face.
“Yeah. All good.”
“Okay.” You shrug. “You just seem a little stressed out or something.”
“It’s just a work thing.” He said, brushing it off but this peaked your interest never hearing him mention anything about his work. Or much of anything really.
“Oh? Anything I can do to help?” You offered causing Namjoon to snicker a bit, a laugh that made you feel a bit insecure for some reason. Almost as if he was laughing at some sort of an inside joke. “What’s so funny?”
“I uh- I don’t think this is something you could help me with.” He said, plopping down on the couch beside you in a huff. This was the first time you had had a conversation this long, let alone sat so close together. It excited you a bit.
“Come on, I’m good at my job. I’m a supervisor. I manage a whole team. I’m sure I can help you out with whatever is going on.” You pushed. “What kind of work are you in?”
“Well,” he hesitated, “Im a content creator.. I guess you could say.”
“Oh, that’s cool. Maybe I’ve seen some of your work.” You said excitedly while taking your phone out. “What platforms are you on?”
“I definitely don’t think you’ve seen my content or I think we would have crossed that bridge by now.” He chuckled, a hint of a darker tone behind his words that you caught onto quickly.
“What? Am I crossing the line or something?” You ask, panicking a bit. “I’m sorry. I just haven’t gotten to know you so I guess I got a bit excited.”
“Well, although that’s very cute, I don’t know if this is something I’m ready to share with you.”
“Do you make cringey videos or something?” You chuckle but Namjoon didn’t laugh along with you.
“No.” He said, sighing deeply. “Definitely not cringey.”
“Okay, you kinda have to tell me now. I’m way too curious.” You pester, not allowing him to shy away from the topic. He groaned, running both his hands through his hair dramatically before finally giving you an inch.
“Do you promise not to judge me?”
“I promise.” You say, crossing your heart like a school-girl. “Cross my heart.”
“Oh god-okay.” Namjoon rolled his eyes at your cliche but continued. “I make content for Only Fans.”
“Wait, isn’t that.. the porn site?” You ask with a bit more emphasis on the word porn than Namjoon appreciated.
“You said you wouldn’t judge.”
“I’m not I’m just.. I guess I can’t really picture you doing.. that.” You said, your voice still full of judgment. Namjoon was admittedly very, very, attractive. But in more of a ‘hot teachers assistant’ way. He was tall, studious, and came off very private. You couldn’t imagine him filming himself and posting it for others to watch.
“You mean you don’t think I can fuck?” He said, snickering a bit.
“No! I mean, yes. Not that I’ve imagined you having sex. I haven’t. But I just didn’t take you as somebody who would, you know, record yourself doing that for money.” You said, a bit of panic in your voice. “There’s nothing wrong with that! Nothing wrong at all. I mean, you always pay rent on time so I don’t care.”
“Well, that’s kinda the problem.” He grumbled. “I was supposed to shoot a new video I promised my subscribers with this new amateur actress and she cancelled. My other creator friends are all unavailable so, I might be fucked out of rent this month.”
“Oh-uh.. I can see how that would be frustrating.” You say, not knowing the best way to comfort him in this scenario while also worrying about the other half of your apartments rent money in the back of your mind. “Can’t you just.. do something else?”
“My subscribers are waiting on a new video with a partner. If I post a solo video I’ll have to refund a whole bunch of subscriptions and I’ll be fucked. No pun intended.” He groaned.
“You really have enough subscribers to pay your rent every single month?” You say in complete shock, glazing over his entire issue.
“Yes.” He sighed. “For now.”
“Holy shit.” You mumble. “Well, do you have a backup plan?”
“No. Not unless you want to take one for the team and be in the video with me.” He said, laughing a bit.
“Oh, you’re hilarious.” You rolled your eyes.
“I’m joking. Plus, you’re a virgin right?”
“That’s fucking rude.” You scoff.
Namjoon’s eyes scanned you up and down, sizing you up. You suddenly felt a bit self conscious and covered yourself by crossing your arms.
“You know, maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all.” He lifted his finger to his lips like he was pondering a deep thought. “Yeah, that could totally work.”
“I’m lost. What are you going on about?”
“You should be in the video with me. If you want to, that is.” He said so casually you thought he was joking. You started to laugh, a small snort slipping out. When his face remained serious, your laughter cut off quickly.
“Wait- you’re not joking?”
“No. I have to pay rent somehow and you’re very pretty. I get tested for STD’s weekly and I’m clean.” He said very confidently. “Plus, I would do all the work. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than enjoying yourself.”
“I wouldn’t have to worry about anything? Of course I would. I’d be on camera!” You balked. “There’s like a million things I would have to worry about.”
“My content very much surrounds the pleasure of my viewer and the person I make content with if I do a video with somebody.” He put it simply. “I don’t expect you to do anything too performative. We can talk about what you like and dislike but, really, all you have to do is allow me to give you multiple orgasms for my own pleasure and yours.”
“Oh please.” You scoff, not believing a second of it. “I’ve seen porn before. It’s 90% blowjob followed by 3 pumps and a fake orgasm.”
“That’s porn made in a studio for men by men. I make porn for everyone but, mainly women. The majority of my subscribers are either women or people who identify as queer.” He explained. “Plus, I get off by getting people off.”
Although the idea was insane, his words admittedly made butterflies flutter around in your stomach.
“I don’t know.” You said, still not fully believing what he was saying. “I also don’t know how I feel about being recorded. What if people recognize me?”
“I can blur your face if you like.” He shrugged, unbothered. “I’m able to work with you to make you as comfortable as possible. We don’t even have to have sex if you don’t want you. You can just lay back and let me take make you cum a few times with my hands. My mouth. Maybe a toy if you have one..”
He trailed off, allowing you to envision the experience. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as well as between your thighs, although it made you feel a bit embarrassed. Your eyes glanced down to his hand. His fingers were long and almost delicate that suggested hidden skills and an expert touch. As your eyes traveled farther, you noticed he was hard. His bulge pressing up into his jeans in a size that was impossible to ignore.
“Oh.” You slipped without thinking, your eyes snapping away quickly. You had to fight hard not to look back down.
“Sorry.” He apologized, a smirk on his lips. “Like I said, I get off to getting others off. Even thinking about getting you off is enough to turn me on.”
You unintentionally pressed your thighs together which Namjoon noticed, satisfied. He knew he was having some sort of effect on you. Good or bad, he didn’t quite know.
“What are you thinking? Is this too much all at once?” He asked, his voice soothing.
“I still don’t know Namjoon.” You mumble. “I’m just.. nervous. About a lot. I’m not sure what to think about all this still.”
“I understand.” He nodded and stood up from his spot on the couch. “How about you sleep on it? Let me know tomorrow.”
You nodded, giving him a tight smile. He walked over to his bedroom door. But, before going inside he told you one more thing.
“Runch Randa.” He said, not elaborating.
“What?” You asked him, completely confused.
“My Only Fans name. Runch Randa.” Namjoon repeated. “In case you need to do some research.”
Namjoon slipped into his room without another word, leaving you with a peculiar decision to make by morning.
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You were still tossing and turning at midnight. Namjoon’s words repeating themselves over and over again in your mind. Should you or shouldn’t you? You thought to yourself. It would be easy to say no and help him cover rent this month. Secretly look for a backup roommate just in case this happens again. But truthfully, the thought about saying no disappointed you a bit. Not because you wanted to be on camera and wanted to sell sex with your roommate. But because Namjoon made sex with him sound so intriguing. And he must be good at it, right? If he was good enough to make money off of selling his sex it must be?
You wanted to call a friend and talk to them. Ask them what you should do but, you couldn’t. You didn’t want them to judge your roommate or you if you went through with it. Or worse, watch the video if you did. So instead, you opened the web browser on your phone and search his username. ‘Runch Randa.’
“Such an unsexy name for a sexy man.” You mumbled to yourself, and then clicked on his profile. He had a decent amount of subscribers. Not a crazy amount but, for his subscription cost, definitely enough where he could support himself with some change left over. His account was subscription protected but, thankfully, his account offered a 24 hour subscriber trial. All you had do to was create an account.
Once signed up, you scrolled through his long list of videos that he had sorted by categories. You first started in his “Solo” playlist. The thumbnail of the first video made your jaw practically hit the floor. It was Namjoon sat on a chair, only his torso shown, with his fist at the base of his thick cock.
You slapped your phone down on your chest and took a deep breath, completely freaked out by the fact that you had just seen your roommates dick. But, more importantly, that it looked like that. After taking a deep breath, you lifted your phone again and found enough bravery to press the play button.
The video was simple, one of the first he ever posted based on the date. Over a year ago. You watched with cheeks burning as his hand slowly stroked himself up and down, his wrist twisting each time he got to his head. Your eyes followed every movement, the time passing as if you were entranced. Suddenly, without warning, a soft moan left your phone speakers. You closed the video quickly, your heart racing along with a new pulse between your thighs. A new excitement bubbling. Before opening your phone again, you made sure to grab your headphones to enjoy Namjoon’s noises with more privacy.
You scrolled through more of his Solo playlist and found he had gotten more adventurous, using masturbator toys and even touching himself from behind as he grew more confident in front of the camera. You noticed about 6 months into his career he started to show his face, and enjoyed watching how his jaw would go slack whenever he would do something to himself that felt really good and how he would curse and clench his jaw when he came really hard. Before long, you had to come to terms with the fact you were wet from watching him.
You moved on and saw another category: “Partners” and was pleasantly surprised to find not just women, but very attractive men featured in the videos as well. There were few, seemingly new to his career. He must have only just started collaborating with other sex workers recently. You clicked on one with a pretty man with long blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail. He was shorter than Namjoon and had a tattoo on his ribcage but also one down his spine that was very nicely on display when Namjoon bent him over.
His needy whimpers made your entire body feel hot. Too hot. You quickly clicked out and went to another video. You found one of Namjoon with a female creator. She was beautiful, of course. And Namjoon had pulled her over his face, making her sit right on top of him. You watched in awe as she quivered and twitched above him, whimpering as devoured her from down below. Even muffled by her thighs, you could still hear the audio of his lips sucking on her click and tongue licking up her arousal. His hands planted firmly on her thighs so she would not squirm away. Her moans were so pornographic it almost made you jealous. Almost. Overall, you were just incredibly turned on.
The pulse between your legs was impossible to ignore now, your panties now soaked from watching your roommate eat this girl alive. As you watch her cum on his tongue, convulsing above him as he held her steady until she came down from her high, you decided you couldn’t fight it any longer. Opening the drawer in your bedside table, you pulled out your vibrator and pushed it under your panties.
You went back to a video you had scrolled by previously, a solo video. You pressed play and watched as Namjoon stroked himself, one hand firmly at his base while the other focused on stroking his swollen cockhead. He was leaking precum, his deep voice dribbling out nonsense. You clicked the first speed on your vibrator, a small gasp slipping through your lips as the sensation hit your engorged clit.
“Fuck baby, you look so pretty playing with yourself for me.” He said, his voice deeper than normal. Your heart raced as if he could actually see you but, this only made it that much more exciting. You found yourself settling down in your bed further, spreading your legs into a wider butterfly position. The fabric of your panties tightening against you as you spread your legs that pushed your toy even harder into you.
“Are you making yourself feel good for me? Such a good girl.” His honey voice cooed in your headphones. Without realizing, a small whimper slipped out of your lips. You tried your best to control yourself, biting down on your bottom lip as you continued to watch. You started to move your vibrator in circular motions against yourself, matching the pace that Namjoon was using to stroke himself. It didn’t take long for the heat of an approaching climax to start to build.
“Are you going to cum for me? Hmm?” He grunted, the speed of his fist picking up speed, his wrist twisting and milking him harder. “Going to be a good girl and cum for me?”
You found yourself nodding pathetically as if he could see you. Your hips bucking up into your toy, pressing up into it hard, wanting more. You clicked the power one more time, upping the speed. You were right there, on the brink.
“Fuck- that’s it baby. Cum with me.” Namjoon grunted. And you watched as his eyes fluttered shut and his hips twitched as he pumped himself empty into his hand. The sight on the screen making you go over the edge, cumming hard against your toy. A small moan escaping your throat before you could stop yourself.
When your orgasm subsided, you pulled off your completely ruined panties, the apex of your thighs still pulsing with the aftershocks of your climax. You knew for certain now you were definitely interested in sleeping with Namjoon. That was fact. But being on camera? That was a component you weren’t sure about yet. Namjoon said he could blur your face which took care of that but, the worry still was in the back of your head. There were so many angles, so many things others could notice about you that you didn’t want them to. What if you sounded weird? Your stomach bunched up in a weird way? Did you have a strange looking vagina or weird shaped nipples? Did Namjoon even want to sleep with you? Or was he just desperate to make content?
“Ugh..” you groaned, throwing your arms above your face, sleepiness catching up to you. You decided to make up your mind in the morning.
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You were eating a piece of toast when Namjoon emerged from his room.
“Morning.” He greeted you, a hint of a smile on his face.
“Morning.” You felt your cheeks get warm instantly. “There’s coffee in the coffee maker if you want some.”
“Thanks.” He said and walked over to pour himself a cup. Black, no sugar or milk. “So, did you enjoy your research last night?”
You cough, choking on your bite of food which made Namjoon laugh.
“I get a notification every time somebody subscribes. Even if it’s with the free trial. Maybe using your first name in your username isn’t the best idea in this scenario.” He explained with a cocky grin.
“Oh, I see.” You said sheepishly, trying to avoid eye contact. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Did you like what you watched?” He persisted, taking another sip of his drink.
“I uh, didn’t watch anything. I just scrolled really.” You lied very unconvincingly.
“You know, these walls are very thin.” He explained, using his finger to tap against the eggshell white paint of the kitchen. “Any little sound, or buzzing noise, can be heard very well. So let’s try answering that question again.”
“God- please spare me.” You grown, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, I’m being mean. I just like to tease.” He chuckled. “But, I take it you enjoyed what you saw?”
You adverted your eyes completely and couldn’t bear to look at him however, the familiar pulse between your thighs returned at the memory and also his forward words. He was still patiently waiting for an answer and you knew he wouldn’t drop this topic without one.
“Yes.” You mumbled shyly.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Namjoon reassured you. “That just means I’m doing my job well. I take it as the highest compliment. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
You smiled softly and gave him a shy nod, finally meeting his eyes. You finished your toast and he finished his coffee in silence before he finally spoke again.
“Have you given any more thought to helping me out today?” He asked the million dollar question. Well, more like the $1500 question.
“Yes, I have.”
“Have you decided? Or are you still unsure?” Namjoon persisted, still remaining composed and polite. He leaned against the kitchen counter. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt hugged his pecks as he leaned back against the granite, making your mouth go a bit dry.
“I uh- I’m still a bit unsure of some things.” You said with a weak voice since he had stolen your breath just simply by existing. He nodded and thought for a moment before continuing.
“Well, tell me what you’re sure of and then we can go from there.”
“Oh. Well.. you’re very attractive.” You admitted which made him smile a genuine smile. His dimple showing deep in his cheek. “Very, very attractive. It seemed like you know what you’re doing and are good what you do. And I’d like to sleep with you.”
“Okay.” He said, his head cocking to the side with his eyebrow raised. “It sounds like that’s all we really need. So, I guess I’m a bit confused on what’s holding us back here.”
“I just- what if people don’t like how I look? What if after all of this you still have to refund people anyway because you slept with somebody who looks like me? I mean, do you event want to sleep with me? If you didn’t have to make this video would you have ever pursued me? Because you’ve never tried.”
“I got hard just thinking about getting you off.” He said simply. “I got off last night listening to you get off. Just knowing you were watching my videos drove me crazy. Of course I want to fuck you.”
“You got off to me?” You ask him with surprise.
“Yes. And the only reason why I haven’t tried sleeping with you before is because you’re my roommate and in the past that.. complicated things. I didn’t want drama. But I can’t deny that I’ve thought about it. Many times.”
“So, you do think I’m attractive?”
“Yes. Very much so. And so will my subscribers but, that’s not the point. I just want to make you feel good and I know I can. If you are so gracious to let me.” Namjoon pushed himself off the counter and walked over to you. He took his hand and grabbed your chin gently, lifting your face up to look at him. Your lips trembled and your heart raced. “I want to make you cum. Over and over. You won’t see the camera and I’ll make sure of that. It will just be us.”
“C-can you blur my face?” You whispered, your voice shaking.
“Yes. Anything you need to make you feel comfortable.”
“Then.. okay. I’ll be in the video.” You tell him, agreeing to his proposition.
“Good girl.” He smirked and then pulled away from you. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
You finally took a breath, realizing you had been holding it for some time. Your head was spinning slightly but you had to focus as you had more questions to answer.
“I need to know what you’re comfortable with. What you like.”
“Hmm? Oh- I’m sure anything is fine.”
“No. I need direct answers.” He said very seriously. “This is sex but this is also my work. I need to be professional and make sure you’re not uncomfortable. Are you okay with kissing on the lips?”
“People have been not okay with that?” You ask him in shock, wondering how you could enjoy sex without doing such a thing.
“Different people have different boundaries. Especially if the person who creates this sort of content has a significant other outside of this line of work.” He explained. “So, I take that as a yes?”
“Yes. I’m okay with kissing.” You told him with butterflies in your stomach.
“Okay. Can I touch your breasts? Do you like nipple okay?” He asks it so casually you had to repeat the question to yourself in your head a few times before answering.
“Yeah.” You mumble. “I do.”
“Good.” He pursed his lips, thinking. Mapping out the video in his head. “Am I allowed to finger you? Go down on you, if you’re comfortable enough?”
“Yes.” You gulped. Your mouth felt dry again, as if he had stolen every drop of moisture from your body and sent it pooling down between your thighs.
“What about toys? Can I use one on you?” You could see him getting hard in his pajama pants at the thought. It made you press your thighs together just at the sight of his bulge, especially knowing now just what he was hiding under the fabric.
“I think you’re going to kill me but, yes.” You told him which made him laugh darkly.
“I’m going to push your limits for sure.” He admitted. “But that’s all the fun. I want you to feel pure bliss. I’ve already made you cum once.”
“That doesn’t count.” You argued, your cheeks burning.
“Oh yes, it does. And I’m going to make sure there’s plenty more where that came from.” He said, grabbing his cock in his hand through his pants. “Can I fuck you?”
“Yes. I really want you to do that.”
“Noted.” He almost laughed at your expression of pure lust, feeling flattered. “What about anal? Can I eat your ass?”
“Oh, uh. I don’t know- I’ve never really..” you started to feel a bit nervous and unsure. Maybe even a bit scared which he picked up on instantly.
“Don’t worry. We won’t do anything like that today. Is there anything else I should know before I go set up and shower?” He asked you and you thought long and hard but shook your head no.
“Okay. Give me two hours and knock on my door. I’d say wear something cute but, it will come off regardless.” He smirked. “See you soon baby. I’m looking forward to it.”
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The hours flew by as you rushed to prepare for your on-camera “debut”. You made sure to scrub your whole body, shave it nice and bare, and did your makeup to perfection. You knew exactly what you would wear: a matching sheer black lace panty and bra set that left little to the imagination. You tossed an oversized shirt over yourself to conceal your undergarments that fit you almost like a dress, not wanting to come off too strong and show up at Namjoon’s door half naked.
Your heart pounded as you made your way to his room. You were both anxious and terrified to experience what waited for you on the other side of his door. You took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the doorframe. Moments later, it opened and Namjoon was there to greet you. His frame feeling even taller than normal, towering over you.
“Hi beautiful.” He said warmly. “Are you ready?”
He was shirtless, wearing nothing but loosely fitted grey sweatpants that hung off his waist. A silver chain around his neck. He looked divine.
You smiled shyly and nodded. He smiled back and lifted his hand to caress your cheek, trying to calm you.
“We can stop at any time. Okay?”
“I know.” You told him.
“I’ll take good care of you. I’ll make you feel amazing.” He told you, reaching for your hand and leading you into his room. You stepped in slowly and glanced around, trying your best to not be obvious as you searched for the video camera. You thought you would see a tripod, a camcorder, something technical. Instead all you saw was a plush king size bed, a bookcase on the wall overfilled with books that seemed to be one title away from collapsing, and a window filled with plants that had leaves cascading to the floor. His room was inviting and cozy. Comfortable.
“Not what you expected?” He asked, catching your eyes wandering.
“Did you not set up yet?” You asked him.
“I told you, you won’t see the cameras. But they’re here. They’re recording. I’ll show you where after. Right now, it’s just me and you.” Namjoon reassured you and pulled you close to him. He lifted your chin up, leaving your lips inches from his. You could smell his minty breath against your face, coaxing you in.
“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He whispered against your lips.
“Yes.” You told him. “I want you.”
“Good.”
Namjoon pressed his lips against yours softly, allowing the kiss to become deeper as you melted against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, allowing his hands to slide down over the curve of your back and over your ass. He smirked into the kiss when he found you opted to not wear shorts under your oversized shirt, and was instead wearing a pair of panties when his hands cupped your cheeks. When you felt his large hands squeeze your behind you couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss you were sharing.
You wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s neck and he lifted you up off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist to carry you to his bed. He sat down on the edge with you on his lap straddling him. You both made out for a few minutes, getting familiar with each other until Namjoon started to play with the hem of your shirt.
“Can I take this off of you.” He asked you, nipping at your bottom lip. You nodded shyly and raised your arms for him to take it off and enjoyed the look on his face when he saw you clad in your lacy black set.
“Jesus Christ you were hiding that this whole time?”
Namjoon kissed down your neck slowly, placing open mouth kisses on your throat and collar bone until he reached the top of your bra. Using his hands, he gripped the top of each cup and pulled them down, allowing each of your breasts to spill out in front of him.
“Shit.” He sucked in a breath at the sight before him, relishing in it. “So fucking beautiful.”
He grabbed one breast in his hand, using two of his fingers to pinch at your hardened nipple. He tweaked and twisted it, the sensation shooting down between your thighs instantly. While he continued to toy with that nipple, he wrapped his plump lips around the other. He sucked on it gently while keeping his eyes on you, enjoying how your eyes fluttered each time the tip of his tongue flicked across the tip of your hardened bud.
You started to grind down against him. You could feel how hard he was against you, somehow growing harder and harder than he already was. His cock pressing up just right against you, his head pressing up into your clit. The friction felt amazing and soon you had soaked through your own panties, leaving a wet mark on his sweats. But you didn’t care. It felt too good.
“Mmm.” You moaned, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Your hips starting to pick up speed as you chased the growing burn between your thighs.
“Does it feel good baby?” Namjoon said, pulling his lips off your now puffy nipple. You nod frantically while your hips still rock against him. “Such a good girl for me.”
He placed his lips back on your nipple and continued his sensual torture. While he did so, down below, Namjoon made sure to buck his hips up to meet your movements which made the friction so much more precise and intense. After a few more minutes of this, you felt a familiar intensity building between your thighs. Your hips started to twitch and your movements became more desperate, breathing more shallow and rapid.
“Joon-“ you were going to warn him but he placed his lips next to your ear and shushed you quietly.
“Be careful pretty.” He whispered almost too quietly. “Don’t use my name. They don’t know my real identity.”
“S-sorry.” You mumbled and he pressed a warm kiss to the base of your jaw to silently accept your apology.
“Are you going to cum grinding on my cock baby?” He purred in your ear in a tone that made your head spin.
“Please.” You begged, your hips moving faster. Your pelvis pushing against his bulge even harder. “Please, can I?”
“I’m here to please you baby.” He told you, his fingers pulling a bit harder on your nipple. “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”
After a few more swings of your hips, you had your first orgasm. Namjoon held you tight against him while your body twitched and you shyly whined into his shoulder as you creamed in your panties. It was not earth shattering by any means, having been over clothing and not by Namjoon’s own hand but, felt so fucking good regardless.
“You make such cute noises.” He told you, nuzzling into your neck as you came down from your high. “I need to hear more. Lay down for me.”
He stood up, taking you with him and gently laid you down on the duvet with your legs still dangling off the edge. Namjoon placed his hands gently on your thighs and dragged them slowly upwards until his fingers reached the waistband of your panties. His eyes looked up and found yours, waiting for you to give him permission. With a small nod of your head, he wrapped his fingers around the fabric and slowly dragged the black lace downward. You lifted yourself upwards to help him shimmy them off. As you did, you could feel the cold air hit your wet core that was covered in the remnants of your orgasm.
Once the fabric was off your body, Namjoon dropped it into a heap on the floor next to your shirt. You felt a bit shy and clamped your legs shut tight. You peered up at him through your lashes waiting for him to make his next move.
“Can I see?” He asked you with his hands placed on your knees again, his voice low.
You slowly parted your thighs for him and he watched as you opened up like a flower. Your folds glistening in your arousal, clit plump and still tingling. He thought he could cum just from looking at you.
“My god. Fuck.” He said, suddenly dropping to his knees to get a better look. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed which made you yelp a bit in surprise. He chuckled and placed a heavy kiss to your inner thigh and continued, getting closer and closer to your heat. You started to squirm as the anticipation was building. Not knowing if the next time his lips met your skin he would place them where you desperately wanted him most. But he was teasing now, nipping at your skin of your opposite thigh and you were getting impatient. Your hand reaching down for his hair and giving it a weak tug.
“So impatient.” He chuckled darkly. “Am I taking too long, baby?”
“You’re driving me insane.” You whine pathetically.
“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I do really want a taste of you.” He smirked. “You want me to eat your pussy pretty girl?”
“Fuck- please!” You groaned in frustration again.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Namjoon put his hands behind your knees and pushed your thighs back and apart towards your chest, leaving your pussy completely open and exposed to him. He dipped his head down and licked a heavy strip from the opening of your cunt to your clit, savoring every drop of your juices. His lips stopping to encircle your clit and suck on the swollen nub, his tongue massaging the tip slowly as he did so. Your back arched off the bed the second his tongue touched you with curses falling from your lips.
Namjoon took his time with you. His lips and tongue worked against your cunt slowly but with expertise, almost as if he was making out with it. The pleasure was almost excruciating and you desperately needed more. You grabbed onto the back of his head and laced your hands into his hair and pulled him forward into your pussy, burring him deeper. He hummed out a chuckle, the vibrations feeling immaculate, and you tried grinding against his face.
“Am I not satisfying you baby?” He pulled away to ask you, his lips and chin glistening in your slick with a mischievous smirk on his face. He was doing this on purpose.
“You are. You’re so fucking good. I just need more of you.” You beg him. “Please give me more.”
“Do you want..” he started to say while slowly bringing a finger up to tease your entrance to circle your dripping hole. “..to feel my fingers?”
You answered him only with a moan, unable to form actual words. He smirked and pressed two fingers against your entrance to gently push inside. You gasped as you felt the length of his long digits twist up inside of you, curving against the contours of your body perfectly. He watched and obsessed over the view of your pussy swallowing each inch of his fingers and how you clenched around them so beautifully each time he dragged them out slowly and pushed them back in with delicious force. His dick throbbed in his pants, leaking into his sweats.
When he felt you start to tighten more around him, he bent back down and reattached his tongue to your clit once again to lap at the sensitive bundle as he worked your cunt from below. The double pleasure made your eyes roll back into your head and jaw fall open in a silent cry with only a broken gasp managing to escape your throat. You felt your second orgasm approaching and approaching fast.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You chanted mindlessly, completely lost in the pleasure. Within seconds your walls clamped down around Namjoon’s fingers as you came dramatically around them and on his tongue, your legs dropping down around his neck like a vice grip and held him to your pussy where he graciously licked your cunt until you finished cumming.
When your legs finally relaxed and let go, he pulled away gasping for air. His face was plastered with a triumphant, wet, grin as he looked down at you completely collapsed into jelly on the bed.
“I hope you’re not tired yet baby. I still want to play with you.” He said and walked over to grab something from his nightstand. In his hand was dildo. Shiny and new. “I bought this just for you.”
He pressed the tip in-between your folds and dragged it up, rubbing the tip of the toy against your clit. You sucked in a breath bucked your hips the second it touched your swollen bundle of nerves.
“Still sensitive baby?” He asked you then tapped the toy a few times against your pussy which made your hips buck and you whimper.
“Yes but it f-feels so f-fucking good.” You say as your voice trembled.
“That’s my good girl.” He cooed at you while rubbing the toy between your folds as you squirmed against it. “If you want to take my cock you gotta show me how good you can take this one. Can you do that?”
“Yes. Yes, I can take it.” You practically begged. He smiled and leaned down onto the bed to hover over you to give you a deep kiss.
“I knew you would.”
Namjoon pressed the tip of the toy to your entrance and eased it inside of you one inch at a time. It slid into you easily and made your eyelids flutter as the girth filled you. Your walls clamped down around the silicone and started to pulsate due to the overstimulation and for a moment you swore you could have came just from having it pushed inside.
“You look so fucking sexy right now.” He whispered in your ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
He started to slowly pull the toy out of your cunt and, just as the tip almost made its way completely out of you, plunged the entire length of the toy back inside. The noise you made in response was nothing short of pornographic. He did it again, and again, picking up speed each time until he was ruthlessly fucking you with the toy while you could do nothing but relish in the building hot pleasure.
“You’re making quite the mess.” He teased, but his wrist did not slow as he relished in the sounds of your cries and the sounds he was pulling from your cunt. His eyes fixating down between your thighs where the colorful silicone slipped in and out of your swollen and sensitive folds that seem to be opening up more and more like a flower. He shifted on the bed once more and, without missing a beat, brought his free hand down between your thighs and started to use his thumb to rub heavy circles against your clit while still fucking you on his toy. The sensation was intense.
“Shit!” You screamed. “It’s so much.”
“But look how pretty your pussy looks being played with? It loves it. It wants to cum again.” He cooed. “Give me another.”
He switched from rubbing your clit with his thumb to his pointer and middle finger, rubbing it back and forth at a quick pace. The speed, mixed with the toy rubbing against your g-spot, had your third climax on the brink but this time it was different. It had only happened once, a long time ago while you were by yourself, and you didn’t think it would ever happen again. And you were afraid right now would be the time.
“W-wait, it’s too much-“ you tried warning him. “I think, I think I might-“
“Come on baby.” He said through gritted teeth, his fingers and wrist still working against you. “Don’t hold back. Fucking cum for me.”
You orgasmed again, this time your climax gushing out of your cunt and onto the duvet.
“Holy shit.” Namjoon said in shock. “Did you just squirt for me?”
“I tried to warn you.” You gasped, completely breathless. “I’m sorry.”
“Fuck- don’t be sorry. Just do it again.” He growled placed his fingers back against your clit once again, rubbing them back and forth quickly against the red and swollen nub. You screamed and came again instantly, squirting again all over him. “Oh, we’re going to have a lot of fun.”
You laid down, body convulsing in orgasm aftershocks while Namjoon stood up to drop his sweats. His rock-hard cock released from the waistband, his cockhead dripping in pre-cum from all the anticipation. He took his hand and collected the arousal and used it to pump his length a few times as he watched you lay before him in your glistening mess until you had collected yourself.
Watching him jerk off his big length brought you back to watching him for the first time on screen. It reminded you how bad you wanted him instantly, making up your mind in that exact moment that you needed him no matter what. Needed his cock. It made your mouth water.
“Can I suck your cock, baby?” You ask him, licking your lips. “Please.”
“No need baby. This is all about your pleasure.” He told you sweetly.
“I know. That’s why I want to.” You purred at him, twisting around on the bed and getting on your knees to crawl over to him. Your sudden forwardness exciting him, intriguing him. “Sucking your cock is for my pleasure.”
“Then I can’t say no to that, can I?” He said, placing his hand against your cheek and slowly lowering your face down to his cock.
You gripped the base of his shaft with one hand and stroked him at a slow pace, twisting your wrist as you worked him up and down. You put your lips on him, placing his head into your lips softly. You sucked on the tip gently as your wrist worked his shaft. Periodically, dipping your head down to take the entirety of his length into your throat until you felt him hit the back of it.
“Jesus-fuck.” Namjoon cursed under his breath as he took in the sight of you. He couldn’t believe how filthy you were, impressed with your skill. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat.”
You enjoyed working his length, savoring him and the grunts and groans he let out as you did so. Your pussy began to throb for him again between your thighs as you continued which you let him know by moaning as you sucked him, making vibrations run up his dick. You were working him so well, too well, and he had to stop you. He gently pulled you up and off of him, planting a hot kiss onto your messy lips before letting you go again.
“You did such a good job for me. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked you. “Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Namjoon pulled you forward and spread your thighs, settling between them. He lined himself up with your entrance and teased his head against your hole, running circles around it before pressing forward into you. You gasped feeling his girth spread you open and your back arched off the bed as you received him, your legs circling around his hips.
Namjoon leaned over you and placed his forehead against yours, wanting to be close. You felt his cock deep inside of you and he could feel your walls pulsing around his hard length. When he finally started to move, he used deep and slow strokes, ones that had his pelvis grinding hard against your clit each time he rolled his hips. The technique and feeling was beyond anything you had ever experienced with any other partner you had slept with. It was fucking heavenly.
“Holy shit.. Joon..” you moaned, forgetting the rule about not being able to say his name. He didn’t panic quite yet, knowing he could manage a few edits here as long as it wasn’t that noticeable.
“Do you like my cock baby?” He whispered into your ear, only for you to hear and not the camera this time. Truly enjoying fucking you.
“Fuck yes.” You practically cried as he continued to roll his hips deeply into you. “Your cock is so fucking perfect.”
Between his deep strokes and the friction of his pelvis against your clit, it wasn’t long before you started to cum again. Your walls clamping down around his cock and almost taking him with you before he was ready to.
“You didn’t squirt for me? That just won’t do.” He tsked and walked over to his side drawer to pull out his secret weapon: a magic wand vibrator. You almost ran out of the room when you saw it.
“Please- I don’t know if I can.” You told him weakly, holding up your hands in defense.
“Of course you can baby.” He said, pressing the bulbous end of the wand into your puffy clit. “I know you can.”
He pressed the on button and brought the toy to life. The lowest setting was already so powerful and had your body practically levitating off the bed. Namjoon pressed down on your pelvis to keep you on the mattress and slipped his cock back into your cunt, making you scream out in ecstasy. He wasted no time fucking into you. It wasn’t slow or romantic. This was pure fucking and his goal was to make you completely break this time. Reach pure bliss.
“Fuck! Joon! Oh my god! Joon, please!” You begged for something you weren’t even sure you were ready for. “Please Joon give it to me!”
He pressed a button on the wand one more time and made the speed go one level higher. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hips lifted off the bed completely as you felt the pleasure take over you, Namjoon never ceasing his thrusts. You felt your cheeks start to burn and lips quiver. Your vision began to blur.
“Joon, I’m gonna cum-“ you gasped in broken breaths.
“Cum.” He ordered you, pressing the wand into your clit as hard as he could and hitting the speed button one last time to take you to the third and most intense speed.
You came dramatically, gushing all over Namjoon’s cock and abdomen. Namjoon continued to fuck you, enjoying the view of you spraying your orgasm all over each time he pulled out of you and pushed back in. This continued until he finally came himself, filling you up and collapsing on top of you.
You both laid wrapped in each others arms with chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Namjoon stroked your hair, brushing it carefully from your face and placing a careful kiss against your temple.
“Are you okay? Do you need water?” He asked you gently.
“I will in a little. Right now I just need to lay here.” You told him, feeling much too exhausted to even sit up in that moment.
“Thank god because I’m tired too.” He laughed which you couldn’t help but join in as well. “Did you enjoy that?”
“It was.. beyond.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You’re really good at what you do.”
“So you don’t regret it?” He asked you with a tone of hopefulness.
“Namjoon you just made me cum like, what, five times?”
“Six.” He corrected you.
“Six. So, no. I wouldn’t say I regret anything.” You giggle. “Did you enjoy it, at least?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes I did. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a session that much before.” He admitted to you with a smile on his face.
“Good. Speaking of which. Where are the cameras?” You asked him, looking around the room.
“Ah so-“ he said, raising his hand to point just before you at the bookcase that stood in front of his bed. “In between those two books on the middle shelf is one of my cameras. Tiny right? And then-“
You followed his finger over to the window where he kept all his plants and saw, tucked away between lush green, another camera.
“And then one more.” He said, pointing above you both to find a small camera secured to one of the blades of his ceiling fans that almost camouflaged into the color of the wooden blade.
“Wow, you really got all the angles didn’t you?” You told him, giggling.
“Yes. I have my editing cut out for me.” He chuckled. “I just hope me muting you screaming my name doesn’t make the footage too unwatchable or else.. we may have to reshoot.”
“Oh-shit. I’m so sorry.” You felt terrible, and a bit embarrassed. “I got so lost in it.”
“I’m only kidding. I’m just looking for some sort of excuse to sleep with you again.”
“Namjoon-“ you started to tell him, voice serious. “-if you think you can fuck me like that and I’m not going to come back for more, you’ve lost your mind. I’ll be in any video you want me to be in if you fuck me like that each time.”
Namjoon threw his head back in laugher and pulled you to his chest tightly.
“I definitely think we could make some good money making videos together yes but, I’d also like to fuck you not on camera. If you’re interested, that is.” He told you, his voice soft for words so suggestive. “Maybe we could even grab dinner sometime.”
“I’d love to.” You felt as if your heart could burst.
“Great.” He smiled widely and helped you sit up, your head still spinning a bit. “I’m going to order us some food and I need to edit this footage so I don’t miss my deadline. Do you want to help me?”
“Help you? I’m no help with editing?”
“Maybe not.” He shrugged but a hint of a smirk reached his lips. “But I might need help with my breaks since, you know, I’m going to get all worked up re-watching us fuck again.”
“Now that.. that I can help with.”
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PHEWWWWW THIS TO ME 7 DAYS TO WRITE YALL. I really hope you enjoyed!
synoposis: the one where Namjoon is trying to show he's down bad for you
warnings: mdni, 18+, popular! Namjoon, plus size! reader, praise, namjoon fell first, dirty talk, alcohol mentioned, multiple orgasm, protected smut, a cute love story, college au, mention of jin, mention of jimin, flirting, chain necklace, manhandle, etc.
requested: Can you write plus-size girlie fics for Namjoon and Yoongi? I appreciate plus-size rep especially when it’s for Namjoon (Yoongi too), but there aren’t tons of fics for Joon. Don’t know why the man is fine as hell☺️- inside and out.
Tagging: @gottafightwhentheysaybehave
A/N: shout out to @ahgasegotarmy116 for reading this when it was only half done and sharing similar brain cells as me! Also, ignore that I've used these photos before. I love them, okay? lol
wc: 4.3k +
Everything about Namjoon is big.
If you were to ask his friends to describe him, they’d laugh, bunching their shoulders up to give off a taller and broader stance before simply saying, “big body.”
And it was true.
Namjoon had bulked up in college, finishing long days in the gym with a workout to relieve all the stress of classes, a part-time job, and the dread that one day in the future he might actually have to get a driver’s license and not ride a bike everywhere he went.
His body had developed thick muscles, toned hips, and broad shoulders that he almost had to enter through doorways sideways to get in.
He was a big man, and only someone soft and warm could ever handle his strength.
Someone like you.
-
You didn’t believe Namjoon liked you at first.
He was tall, big, and popular. A dimple smile that made anyone who saw it swoon, he was smart too, top ten in all his classes he took.
You really didn’t think he would notice you.
I mean, you’re pretty positive he had a secret fan club of girls and guys who adored him. You’re also pretty sure the president of the club was Jeon Jungkook, but don’t quote you on that.
You were just happy to keep your head down, pass your classes, and enjoy your college life with your little friend group. You didn’t need to get roped in with the unnecessary stuff like who was popular or who was dating whom.
But that all changed when Namjoon asked if he could sit at the table you were sitting at in the campus library. You were catching up on some assignments, preparing for one that wasn't even due till the end of the month, and suddenly there he was.
Tall, three books in one hand, flashing you those dimples like there wasn’t a free table, two tables to your left.
You had thought it was a one-off situation, letting him share a table with you.
You two had quietly studied together for a few hours without even exchanging a word.
It was honestly very refreshing. And when you had finally closed your laptop, standing up to give a little stretch, you didn't even notice the way his eyes trailed over you.
You simply gathered your stuff, shoving your books and laptop in your bag as he continued to pretend to read. You didn't know he had read the same sentence from the book in front of him five times in a row at this point.
When you sling your bag over your shoulder, you finally look over at him, a soft pink dusting your cheeks with color as you speak up. "See ya in class." It's a simple, small sentence you throw out as you accidentally brush your body against his shoulder to scoot past to leave. You mentally curse the chairs being so close together, feeling your soft body rub against his firm one, while Namjoon is "thanking" whoever designed the building to allow the physical contact to happen.
And you think that's it. Nothing would change in your life other than possibly giving him a head nod in acknowledgment the next time you two were in a class together. But you were sorely mistaken.
-
Namjoon is sitting next to your usual spot in class the next time you see him. He's got his textbook out, pen twirling nonchalantly in between his long fingers as he gives you another dimpled smile in greeting, and you only stumble once while heading to your seat.
"Hey," he greets, and you try not to think about how much you spill into his space. The chairs in most of your classes weren't made for bigger-sized people, and you usually tried to keep your bag in the seat next to you so you wouldn't bother people with how you filled your seat.
But with Namjoon occupying the seat, your thigh is pressed against his, your body squeezing into the chair with a blush. "Hi," you reply softly. You were already trying to figure out how to make yourself smaller. The metal arms of the chair dig into your plush thighs, and you notice that Namjoon doesn't move his leg from yours.
His long legs are spread, his foot barely a centimeter away from your left shoe, and your mind flashes a brief thought: how would it feel to have his arm wrap around the back of your chair? To have him welcome your body into his as you two attend this class.
Instead of diving into that thought any longer than you should, you shake your head clear, not noticing the way Namjoon fails to fight his giddy smile. He tries to keep it cool, bouncing his left knee as his right knee leans into your leg. And you're distracted by Namjoon once again, noticing how comfortable he seemed next to you.
Namjoon mentally sends another "thank you" to whoever designed this college, thankful to have someone so warm and soft squishing into his space. He wonders how much better it'd be if he could just sit you on his lap, and his face flushes all the way up to his ears.
You two don't exchange another word, the professor stepping inside the room with a warm greeting.
And for the rest of the class, both of you blush, pressed into each other, trying to focus.
-
And then it becomes routine.
You would come to your Psych class to Namjoon already seated.
And like the first time, you'd squeeze into your seat, your hip bumping into his until it became natural for him to rest his elbow on the arm of your chair. He did it slowly, building up the courage to get more than just a simple greeting for you.
Eventually, you stopped furrowing your eyebrows, confused why he was sitting next to you, let alone talking to you. And it's not long before you two start passing notes. You easily grab his pen from his hand to doodle something random in the margins of his notebook during the professor's lectures, and it's the highlight of Namjoon's day when you did it.
Your dynamic progressed from notes being passed between you to him offering you a snack, and then, every Thursday, a bag of gummy bears rested on his desk as you two slowly ate them throughout class. He naturally gave you every orange-flavored bear, resting it on your open book while you traded him the pineapple-flavored bears in return. And then finally, he took the next step when the following Thursday came around.
You had figured it'd be the same routine. The class was already going by quickly as you two leaned into each other. But then Namjoon is getting up first once the class is over. He seems a little nervous. You had started understanding his body language a bit better as time moved on. Still, you never seemed to think much of the lingering touches when he borrows a pen or when he slides his notebook over for you to draw random swirls in the top corner absentmindedly.
Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, his eyes not meeting yours as he watches the class begin to empty. "There's a- There's a party tomorrow night."
You blink.
A party? And then you remember.
Yes, a frat party for spring break. It had been the talk on campus this week; everyone was excited for a weekend party to welcome the start of spring break, the small vacation away from classes needed so much for everyone on campus.
And when Namjoon looks down at you, still seated, you're giving him doe eyes as you nod your head - and his heart squeezes.
"I think I'm gonna go," Namjoon adds and then quickly rushes, "to the party. I think I'm gonna go to the party." His fingers twitch, but you give him a pretty smile, your lips curving up in amusement as you nod your head again.
"Yeah?" You stand up and know that if you barely move an inch, you'd be pressed up against him. You give him another cute look as you tilt your head up to look at him, and decide to give him the chance to tell you this isn't what you were thinking. "Maybe I'll see you there?"
You know you're flirting, and you don't know if you should be - you don't know that he's truly catching what you're putting down, but you decide to give him another smile as you leave before him, looking forward to Friday night more than ever before.
And Namjoon groans the moment you're gone, he stands alone in the empty classroom, his brain replaying your coy smile over and over again.
-
You can't believe you're showing up at this party, but then you see his dimple smile flash in your mind alongside all the small moments in class that made you feel warm throughout your body. It's anticipation, it's undeniable now that you have caught feelings, and you feel a little nervous as you walk up Greek Row.
The party is in full swing, with crowds of people lingering on the front porch and lawn as you get closer. The music is already loud from where you stand across the street, and you just know the house shakes on the inside as you watch groups of people spilling out while more saunter in.
Your stomach flips, butterflies fluttering inside your tummy as you really think about this.
If anything, if you read the signals wrong, you can still have fun and tell your friends you officially attended a college party, even if it took you basically four years to do so.
And that's what gets you stepping inside.
The house is packed, and people are everywhere. The entry hallway, the stairs leading to the second floor, the little glimpse of the kitchen you can see towards the back of the house, and the living room, most of all, are packed with dancing bodies. All the couches had been moved along the walls to give space in the middle of the room for people to dance, and a mock DJ booth was set up in the right corner of the living room, where you could see one of the fraternity brothers acting as DJ.
Strobes of lights flashed from purple to blue, red, and green, changing to match the beat of the song currently playing as people bumped and grind already drunk off of cheap alcohol provided from the kitchen. You weren't sure if the smoke swirling in the rooms was from a fog machine or if it came from weed that you knew was being smoked inside another room, but it was the cherry on top of the cake for a classic frat party aesthetic.
It was a little overwhelming, to be honest, and you made your way to the kitchen to get a shot of courage before you tried to see if Namjoon was here.
You didn't know Namjoon was sitting on one of those couches in the living room, a drink in his hand while he tried to nonchalantly keep an eye on the front door. He had been at this party for a while now, his eyes flickering to the streams of people endlessly coming and going, in hopes it would be you walking through the door.
And when he finally did see you, he couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face.
-
Namjoon is able to catch up with you in the kitchen. You're standing there, a little lost, as your eyes scan all the bottles lined up on the counter. A lot of cheap alcohol, and a punch bowl that was mysteriously filled with a blue liquid you weren't sure about.
"I wouldn't drink it," Namjoon hums, and you twirl to see him on your left. He's giving you that dimple smile again, his body relaxed as he stands close to you. He looks good. He always looks good. But he looks really good tonight.
He's wearing a graphic t-shirt, jeans, with a chained bracelet that went with his chained necklace. It glints in the overhead light of the kitchen, and it's then that you realize you're staring too long.
"And what would you recommend?" You ask, you haven't had a sip of alcohol yet, but you could feel your body hum, slightly leaning closer to Namjoon as he bit his lip. Your eyes flicker to his lips from the action, and your own lips part before you meet his gaze again.
"Nothing," he smirks, and you can feel the heat that comes from him as he tilts his head. "But do you want to take a shot with me?"
-
One shot turns into three, and you feel a little buzz thrumming under your fingertips as Namjoon leads you back to the living room. You try not to focus on the way his hand rests on your lower back as he guides you through the waves of people. But you do notice how many people greet him.
It's not surprising; you knew Namjoon was popular, but it was still interesting to see how many people said his name or nodded in his direction as he stayed close to you. It seemed the majority of the people knew him or of him, and silently followed him with their eyes as you two made your way back to one of the couches.
You notice Jin, a friend of Namjoon's, already sitting on one of them. He's nursing a drink in his hand when you two approach and gives you a charming grin. "And how does Namjoon know you?" His lips turn up in an amused grin, knowing eyes flashing from you to Namjoon, whose ears burn red. You sit, smiling at the older friend, and try not to react as Namjoon sits so close to you. But you fail, your thighs squeezing together as you give your own charming smile back to Jin.
"Psych with Volkov."
Jin winces, knowing how tough the professor could be, and nods his head. "Say no more, your next shot is on me."
-
True to Jin's word, your next shot is from him, and you two become quick friends as more of Namjoon's friends come around. And as the night goes on, you become more and more relaxed - leaning into Namjoon as you listen to Jimin talk about the projects he needs to work on during spring break. You would complain too if you had to work on schoolwork instead of taking a break like everyone else.
But soon enough, the couches become crowded, and everyone is trying to squeeze together before Namjoon literally takes you into his hands. "C'mere," he mumbles, and your face flushes from how easily he lifts you and places you onto his lap to make room for more people to hang out. Your weight settles on him, and you're a little drunk but not enough to overthink it.
"Wait," Your blush reaches your ears as Namjoon doubles down by wrapping a strong arm around your waist, keeping you against him as you squirm a little. "Everyone is looking." You mumble out, your back is against his broad chest as warmth pools in your lower stomach, and you are acutely aware of the way his large hand rests on your stomach.
You feel him laugh softly, little warm huffs tickling the back of your neck as he holds you tighter. "Who cares? Everyone's drunk. If they're looking, then they just see how pretty you look on my lap."
He says it so easily, so carefree, like it was only natural that you'd be in his lap. He says it like it's obvious you should be with him, and that makes your head get a little fuzzy from the thought of it. His words echo in your head a few times that you can't hide the smile that dances on your lips, and maybe it's the alcohol that makes your tongue a little loose, but you can't help but turn your head a little sideways to look at him. "Yeah? Are there any other positions you'd think I'd look pretty in?"
-
Namjoon’s eyes are hooded when he looks down at you. He's focused on the way your body squishes under his large hands, molding you to him as he has you lie on your back.
Your legs are straining up onto his shoulders, your full breasts spilling from the sides as your knees bend under the pressure of Namjoon’s body leaning over yours. He was folding you in half, making your thigh muscles burn as your lungs shook to breathe properly. All your rolls and curves were squeezed together under the stretch, and your head spun with the way he was able to manhandle you so easily.
Namjoon had always said he could bench press your weight as a warm-up, but you hadn’t taken it to heart. It always made a soft blush form on your cheeks as you nodded your head during your Psych class, dismissing his comment until he physically proved you wrong now.
Your pretty pussy clenched around nothing as Namjoon smirks down at you. His silver chain dangled between the two of you as his big body draped over yours, and you’re already sucking in another deep breath when you feel Namjoon guide his cock between your plush thighs.
"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this." He murmurs, his voice almost sounding breathless as he guides the fat tip of his cock between your puffy folds. You can't see the way your pussy drools, mixing your arousal with his precum or that it's glossing his cock with a wet sheen that makes his balls tense from just the sight of it. But you do feel him.
Namjoon is big, just like everything else about him, and you can feel the weight of his cock as he presses his hips forward, sliding his cock between your chubby cunt until the tip nudges your clit. Each time he knocks the head of his cock into your sensitive bundle of nerves, your thighs twitch, and your jaw drops from the tingles of electricity shooting all the way through your body.
You're everything he had imagined and then some.
You're softer, your skin dipping to the hold he has on your body. The weight of your legs on his shoulders grounds him while he gets lost in the way your pretty cunt drools all over his cock. He hasn't even done anything yet, and you're coating him with your sweet slick. He can't wait to taste you, but right now, he needs you first.
Mentally, he promises to take his time next time. He wants to map every curve of your body with his tongue and then his fingers, but when you plead his name with a whine, he can't deny you. He'd been wanting this longer than you probably knew, and it doesn't take him long to lean on his knees, stretching your legs open as his cock notches on your entrance.
Then he's giving you something to really stretch over. The first few inches of his cock pressing in leaves you gasping. Your toes curl, your mouth gapes, and your eyes widen as he bullies his way inside slowly. You can feel every inch, every dip and ridge of his cock maze through your gummy walls until you're grabbing onto his biceps for mercy.
"Oh, oh!" Your head falls back, and Namjoon smirks as he holds one of your legs under the knee to open you up wider as your other leg slips off his shoulder. Your eyes are already glossing over, and he's never been more turned on than right now with you.
You're warmer, wetter, taking him better than he could have imagined, and it makes his stomach flex as he listens to the way you cry for him. Both you and your pretty pussy are talking back incoherently when he finally bottoms out. "Fuck baby, I think we might need to do this every day," Namjoon huffs, and your pussy clenches around him in agreement. "Heh- you'd like that, huh? Do you want to fuck you until your body remembers the shape of me days later, Baby?"
"Oh fuck, please, please-" Your eyes roll back just as his hips push backwards, sliding out until just his tip remains. He leans back to see how shiny you left his cock with your slick before he surges forward, knocking the breath from you once more.
He doesn't have to worry about being too rough; your body moves with his like you were meant just for him. And he tells you that too, as he begins to carve the shape of him inside your pretty pussy as he promised. Shivers run down your spine straight to your sopping cunt, your hole fluttering around his length as he picks up the pace gradually. You take the heavy weight he throws into every thrust with a sweet whimper, your nails digging into his arms as his fat tip smacks into your plush cervix with a filthy kiss.
Your swollen folds meet the tufts of dark hair at his base, and you keen at the way his cock massages all the right spots inside you. Your mouth hangs open, drool forming at the corner of your lips as he abuses the sweet spot that makes you see stars with your eyes open. "You're squeezin' me so tightly, you really don't want me to leave, huh?" Namjoon's words only make your head spin more, your hands clutching to his arms, the bedsheets, his shoulder - anywhere to ground you to reality as he builds the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter.
You never thought that the day you two studied together in the library would end up like this, with Namjoon splitting you open with his cock, his fingers digging into your plush thigh and hip as he fucks you, but you're so happy it did. You can feel his balls slap against your ass, the sounds of skin hitting skin resonating with your whines, and it's too much.
"M'gonna- fuck just like that, just like that!" Your chubby cunt slurps his cock deeper, gripping tighter and making it harder for him to leave as his tip swirls a heart against your sweet spot, and just as your brain realizes what Namjoon has done, your vision whitens. You can barely warn him, "m'cumming - oh fuck - oh my god!"
Your pussy gushes, pulsing around Namjoon so violently that he almost cannot keep fucking into you. Your walls flutter, milking his shaft as your brain blanks; the only coherent thought in your mind is him. Namjoon, just Namjoon, as you tremble underneath him.
Namjoon stares at you in awe, the image of your lewd expression crossing over your face searing into his mind as you cum. And the feeling of your body melting under his as he grinds his hips into yours is something he didn't know he needed until now. He fucks you through your orgasm, praising you for taking him so well, how he's wanted this for so long. He tells you how pretty you look cumming on his cock, that he wants to feel you cum on his fingers and tongue too - and it's not long before your orgasm subsides, only to be built back up as he lets your legs fall apart while his toned hips rut into you harder.
You can only hold onto the bedsheets and his back as he drapes his body over yours. You two are pressed hip to hip, stomach to stomach, as he slides in deeper, his hands resting on either side of your head as he makes your pussy squelch with each thrust. He's got you caged in, making you feel each slide forward until the familiar knot in your stomach twists again, and your brain fogs up. He reduces you to just saying his name like a chant, half-broken between gasps as you whimper, "Joon! Mmph, ngh Joon!"
When your pussy clamps around him the second time, your orgasm triggers his own, and his hips stay flush against your ass as he groans lowly. His cock swells, throbbing as he cums heavily while your walls pulse around him. It makes his own eyes roll to the back of his head, your addictive cunt sucking him deeper.
And you're no better, your thighs twitch around his waist, your breath coming up short while you feel him press his weight onto you. You can feel each jerk of his cock along your gummy walls, and you whimper when he eventually begins to slide out. You can feel the loss of him almost immediately as he slips the condom off, both of you panting as you pathetically squeeze around nothing.
Namjoon throws the condom in the trash, disappearing to the bathroom for a moment before he returns with a wet rag. His breaths are still labored like yours as he gently cleans you up, his fingers massaging your quivering thighs as he does so. When he's done, he easily slides into his bed next to you, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close.
"I meant it."
You blink, turning to face him as your leg hooks over his. His hand rests on your lower back, keeping you pressed against him as you tilt your head up to see him.
"I've been wanting this for a long time." Your heart flutters at his words, and your cheeks darken as he continues. "I also meant it when I said we might need to do this every day."
You smile, giggling, and are thankful that it's spring break because you know Namjoon is going to be true to his word. By the time spring break is over, he'll know how you look cumming on his fingers, his tongue, and any other position he can get you in.
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Summary: Laundry day means you have no clean clothes to wear. Lucky for you, your husband has an entire closet full of clothes. So what happens when he comes home to find you wearing one of his tee-shirts with nothing else on? He fucks you against the washing machine of course
Word Count: 3K
Rating: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact!
Tags: porn with no plot, shameless smut, soft dom Namjoon, dirty talk, swearing, size kink, big body Namjoon, Kim Namjoon has a big dick, fingering, pussy eating, male and female orgasms, fucking raw (wear protection!) this is just filthy sex idk what else to say
Authors Note: So in my part of the world the weather is getting HOT. Last night I was doing laundry in just a tee-shirt which inspired this. Guys I'm just down so bad for big body Namjoon.
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The thing about life is that sometimes you are so busy living it, other things get left behind.
With the heat of summer in full swing, your responsibilities have taken a back seat in favour of bonfires, beach days, and many nights spent drinking on a patio under the stars.
So it's unsurprising when you wake up on a random Tuesday with almost no clothes in your closet and a dejected laundry basket nearly overflowing.
You let out a sigh and swing your legs out of bed, watching as the rays of midday sun create lines on your wood floors.
You strip out of your pyjamas in favour of one of Namjoon’s old shirts while you drag the laundry basket across the floor.
You put the first load in, humming under your breath as you do so, and you get to work tidying up the rest of the house.
The sky is a bright blue with wispy clouds, and you’d love nothing more than to throw open the windows, but heat warnings had been plaguing the city for the last week, and you figured staying inside was the best option.
Grabbing your cleaning supplies, you moved from room to room, dusting and tidying as you went, picking up objects and making sure they went back where they belonged, all the while you padded around on bare feet with Namjoon’s extra-large shirt hanging off your frame.
Once the washer beeped, you rested your broom against a wall and padded over to the laundry room.
You flicked on the light and opened the washer door as you shook out the clothes before putting them in the dryer.
Just as you got to the bottom of the drum, you heard the front door open.
“Hey Joonie!” You called out as you stood up on your tiptoes to stick your head in the washer to get those pesky socks that seemed to stick to the bottom.
That was how Namjoon found you.
Hair wild, face half buried in the washer, miles of skin on display as his shirt provided a lewd sort of dress that kept revealing more of you to his hungry eyes as you reached deeper.
Namjoon swallowed hard as your calf muscles flexed, pushing you deeper into the washer and making his shirt ride up even higher on your body.
Namjoon couldn’t look away.
The shirt rode up enough where he could just start to see the swell of your ass as you extended your arm, hiking the material up and making his cock stir in his pants.
You were a vision.
You were enticing.
Namjoon felt all the blood leave his brain as he watched you work.
He dropped his bag and cleared his throat, finally snagging your attention.
“Hey, baby!” You said, happily holding some socks as you threw them in the dryer and closed the door.
He once again swallowed hard as his shirt skimmed your upper thighs, and seeing you wearing his clothes and nothing else turned him on in a way that all the logic left his brain.
“What are you w-wearing?” He choked out as his eyes roved from your pert nipples to your stomach and finally settled on the apex of your thighs.
You crossed one leg over the other almost bashfully, and Namjoon nearly growled.
He didn’t want you to be shy around him.
“I…sorry, Joonie, I’ve been meaning to do laundry, and I guess it got away from me. I borrowed one of your shirts,” You said, pulling at the hem as Namjoon stalks towards you, eyes flashing and teeth biting into his plush lower lip.
“Don’t you dare hide from me.” He demands, as he grabs your hands and pulls them so they are no longer tugging on the hem of his shirt.
“I just-I didn’t have any clean shorts and your pants would never fit, so I…” Your voice trailed off as you stood there.
Eyes wide.
Innocent.
As if you didn’t do this on purpose to drive him crazy.
And maybe you didn’t
But at this point, Namjoon didn’t give a fuck.
“I come home from a long day, and here you are, doing laundry, wearing my clothes that hardly cover your ass. Fuck... you drive me wild.” He nearly moans as his hands grab your hips and roughly shoves you into the washer.
You wince as the cold metal comes in contact with your back, and Namjoon grins as he cages you in.
His tall frame towers over you, and you can’t help but feel small under the heat of his heated stare.
You can’t help the groan that slips out when he places both hands on either side of your body.
He doesn’t say a word; instead, he presses his front into yours and lets you feel how turned on he is, which makes your head swim as you struggle to process what is happening.
One minute you are reaching the bottom of the washer to grab stray socks, and the next you are caged in by your impossibly hot husband as he stares at you like he wants to swallow you whole.
“Up on the washer.”
His voice is rough and makes you shiver as his lips tease the shell of your ear, causing you to buck your hips into his aching length.
“I-uh? What?” You stammer.
“I said. Up on the washer. Now. Or I’ll throw you up there myself.” He growls as you scramble to do as he says, and you wince as the cold metal of the washer comes in contact with your bare thighs.
“Fuck. You’re a vision.” He complements, as his hand adjusts his glasses before finding a resting spot on your bare thighs, and he takes his sweet time spreading you open for him.
“And nothing underneath? No underwear? No thong? My little minx you wanted me to come home to this, didn’t you?” He purrs as his thumbs run up and down your legs, and you can feel arousal pool in your stomach as you try not to fidget under his searing gaze.
“I-I didn’t. I don’t know.” You manage to respond, as with each swipe of his thumb along your skin, he gets higher and closer to where you are dripping for him.
He ducks down to nibble at your jaw, and you tilt your head back to give him access as you part your legs, allowing his large frame to fit perfectly between them.
His cock is jutting out from the thin material of his shorts, and you shamelessly grind against it as Namjoon sucks on the sensitive skin under your ear.
“My perfect girl. Bet you’re already dripping for me, huh?” He coos as his hands come to the hem of the shirt and he hikes it higher so your lower half is completely bare, and his extra-large shirt pools around your hips.
You are squirming at this point as you feel your pussy aching to be filled with his long, thick cock.
Namjoon finally parts your legs wide and uses his pointer finger to drag up your wet folds, causing you to arch your back and a broken moan to leave your lips.
“Soaked. Fucking knew it.” He chuckled darkly as one finger began to draw slow, teasing circles on your clit as if he had all the time in the world.
You cry out his name and use your legs that are wrapped around his waist to try and pull him closer.
Namjoon’s having none of that as he delivers a light smack to your upper thigh, causing you to gasp.
“I come home and see you dressed like this? You’re not in control here, pretty girl. I am.”
His eyes are narrowed, his cheeks are red with excitement, and you can do nothing but nod as he takes his time gathering your wetness and rubbing slow circles against your clit.
The air is punched from your lungs when he slowly circles your opening and slips a finger inside with ease.
“There’s my girl. Open up for me now. I have to get you prepped for my cock.” He praises as his eyebrows furrow in concentration.
He works the digit in and out of your body, curling it just right and soaking in your moans and whines as he brings you close to the edge with each push of his finger inside your heat.
Namjoon slips another finger in, and you feel yourself clench down on the digits.
He uses his other hand to rub up and down your thighs before he coats the fingers that aren’t buried inside you in your arousal, before once again circling your clit.
This time, there is no soft teasing; he gives you tight, fast circles that make you see stars, and you bow forward, gripping onto his broad shoulders as you bury your face into his neck and cry out his name.
“Take it. Take it like a good girl and cum on my fingers. You want to walk around wearing only my clothes, then take it.” He growls as the callouses of his fingerprints drag against your front wall.
Namjoon’s fingers pound into you, the circles on your clit are only getting faster and more brutal, and with a whine, you lose it as you cum hard.
The wail you let out is borderline banshee as you ride out your high, grinding your hips down to meet his fingers and letting your body light up from the inside out as Namjoon works you through the shockwaves of your orgasm.
Once you come to, your head is fuzzy, and your eyes open in time to see Namjoon slip his fingers out and hold them up to you.
They are stained with strings of milky wetness, and you swallow hard when Namjoon grins devilishly before popping his digits into his mouth to clean them.
“H-holy shit.” You groan as you watch his eyes flutter closed at your taste.
Namjoon laps them up eagerly, and when his eyes finally open again, his pupils are blown wide with need.
“I can’t. I need to…fuck.” He groans as he kneels down and forcibly pulls your legs apart, making you gasp.
“Joon I just. I need a minute…I-” You cry out.
He rips off his glasses and throws them on a pile of discarded towels as he feverishly kisses your thighs before burying his face in your warm, wet heat without any warning.
You moan and writhe, but Namjoon’s hands come to hold you down as he ravishes you.
The heat of his tongue against your sensitive folds makes your eyes roll back as you dig your hands into the sides of the washer, trying to hold yourself steady.
Namjoon’s skilled tongue dances across your folds as his nose bumps and grinds against your clit in a way that makes your legs shake and your heart race under his shirt.
Every time you squirm from the overstimulation, his nails dig into your thighs harder, holding you in place.
You are powerless to stop him as you arch your back and feel him groan against your pussy.
He’s carnal in the way he eats you out. His back muscles ripple under his shirt as he holds your legs as wide as they will possibly go to give him more access to the wetness smeared between your thighs.
Your high is building fast, and you struggle against him as it’s on the cusp of being too much.
Namjoon uses those soft plush lips of his to suckle your clit, and one of your hands leaves the washer in favour of tangling into his soft hair.
You look down in time to see his sharp gaze piercing yours as his eyes are blown wide with lust, and you lose it and orgasm hard against his face.
Waves of pleasure wash over you, and you can’t even scream as you screw your eyes shut and ride out your high, grinding your pussy against his face as he laps it all up.
It seems to take forever for you to come down, and when you do, you are struggling to catch your breath as Namjoon stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt.
“Namjoon I…seriously, what the hell was that?!” You croak as you fan your face with your hand and watch as he pulls his shirt over his head.
“Jesus Christ.” You groan as you eye his strong chest and taut stomach with the happy trail leading down to where his cock is pulsing against the material of his shorts.
“Me? Look at you? I come home to see you wearing that, and you expect me to be a gentleman?” He teases as his hand strokes his cock through his pants.
“I- I don’t know.” You half laugh, feeling delirious from both orgasms so close together.
“I need to be inside you now. Holy shit.” He whines, as he swiftly pulls his pants and boxers down in one go and steps out of them so he is gloriously naked.
His chest is slightly flushed red, and his cock is standing hard and wet as he gives himself a couple of strokes.
“Now?! We can’t go to the bedroom?” You ask in disbelief as he kicks his clothing to the side and once again parts your legs so he can stand between them.
“Can’t wait. Need you now. Nearly blew my load when you came on my face. You’re so sexy, holy fuck.” He admits as he softly squeezes his length before positioning it at your entrance.
He teases his bulbous cockhead against your soaked folds, drenching the head of his cock in your orgasm.
He stares at you for silent permission, and you nod before he slides himself in.
No matter how much Namjoon preps you, the first breach is always painful as his cock is long and impossibly thick.
He slowly inches himself in until he is completely sheathed, and you scootch yourself so you are right on the edge, giving him more room to thrust inside of you.
“Fuck, even after two orgasms, you’re tight. Open up for me, baby. Come on now.” He grits out as he buries his face in your shoulder, and you stroke his hair.
“You’re just too big, Joonie. My big boy who can only think with his big cock.” You praise as you feel him twitch deep inside, and he groans against you.
Namjoon slowly thrusts his hips, and when you moan, he takes it as a good sign and drags your body so you are balancing precariously on the edge as he pounds into you with force.
With every thrust, his cock drags against your sensitive walls, and he fills you in a way that has broken moans spilling from your mouth as you take what he has to give.
Your slick is smeared between your thighs as Namjoon towers over you and pounds into you with low grunts spilling from his lips.
Namjoon fucks like an animal, with his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he takes you right there on the washing machine in the middle of the afternoon.
Sweat is dripping from his brow, and he keeps closing his eyes and grinding his teeth as his cock drills into you, making you nearly vibrate on top of the washing machine.
“Fuck you feel so good.” He grits out.
You are a mess as he works his cock into you, and your hands leave the washer to hold onto his shoulders for support as you cry out his name.
In a desperate attempt to get his big cock deeper you curl your legs around his middle and lock him in place as he smirks knowingly.
“Knew you liked it when I’m buried deep inside you. My baby is such a slut for big cock.”
You cry out at his words and nearly bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.
His arms flex to hold him up, bicep muscles straining as you grind down to meet his messy thrusts, trying to push yourself as close as possible to his big body.
He begins to pepper hot kisses to your skin as the pleasure builds to a peak, and you feel your body begin to seize up as another orgasm is on the horizon.
The only sounds are grunts and moans as Namjoon pulls all the way out to make you cry, then shoves his cock back in with force.
Your arousal is smeared between your legs and on his stomach, and Namjoon looks down in time to see it dripping off his cock, which makes him grunt out your name.
“Right there. Fuck Joon. Don’t stop.” You beg as your sharp fingernails dig into his shoulders.
Namjoon can feel you getting close, so he uses one hand to dip down between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit.
You nearly bend yourself in half and cry out his name as he touches you in the way that makes you see stars.
“Joon. Gonna-”
“I know baby me too.”
With one final wail of his name, your pussy clamps down, and you spasm as you cum hard around him.
Spots dance in your vision, and your entire body tingles as you feel Namjoon’s hips start to falter and he fills you up with shot after shot of his warm cum.
He’s saying something.
You’re almost sure of it.
But you can’t make out what it was over the blood pounding in your ears as you slump forward against his chest.
Your body feels wobbly as he pulls his spent cock from you, and you let out a wince when you feel the mess between your thighs.
“I…don’t even have words for that holy shit Namjoon.” You sigh as you nearly slip from the top of the washer, but his strong arms are there to catch you.
“Yeah. Me too.” He says as he presses a soft kiss to your head before scooping you up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
“You’re an animal, you know that?” You tease as you snuggle your face into his chest.
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