#ambw

어느 ─── you and your husband had an awesome night before, filled with love and laughter in the kitchen but somehow your now being waken up out of your sleep for work the next day.

문맥─Husband!Hee x Blkfem!lead; wc 800, oral sex(I don’t know why I’ve been into it so much recently), Married Coupled, one shot, smut.

Now playing♫:Dangerously inlove (772 love pt.2) YNW Melly.

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The morning light crept through the sliver between the curtains, painting soft golden stripes across your peaceful face. You were buried under the duvet, one arm flung over your pillow, lips slightly parted, lost in a dream about floating on a cloud made of cotton candy. Everything was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the distant chirp of birds outside.

Then all of a sudden came the a flicker of sensation. A warm mouth pressed against your inner thigh. You stirred, brow furrowing, body still half-asleep. Then Another kiss, higher this time, then a slow, deliberate lick.

Your eyes fluttered open.

“Heeseung?” You croaked, your voice clearly thick with sleep.lifting your head just enough to see the tuft of messy brown hair between her legs. “I know you’re not doing what I think you doing.”

He pulled back just enough to grin up at you, chin glistening, eyes dark with mischief. “Good morning, mamas.”

“It’s—what time is it?”You rasped, squinting at the dim light. “The sun is barely even up yet.”

“Shh. Don’t worry about the sun.” He dipped his head again, dragging his tongue flat along your slit, slow and deliberate. You gasped,hips twitching involuntarily. “I’m giving you something better.”

“You’re about to give me damn a heart attack if anything,” you huffed, but somehow your hand found its way to his hair, tugging weakly. “I was having a nice dream. I was floating on a cloud full of money.”

“Is that so?” He chuckled against you, the vibration making you shiver. “This is better than a cloud.“

“Not really..” You whined, but your legs were already spreading wider, betraying you.

“Liar.”

He took advantage, sliding his tongue along your folds, circling your clit with a lazy expertise that made your toes curl. “You were moaning in your sleep. Heeseung, oh, Heeseung…” he mimicked in a high-pitched, teasing voice.

“I did not say your name in my sleep,” You protested, cheeks flushing even in the dim light.

“Mm okay. Is that’s why I had to wake you up like this.” He kissed your inner thigh again, then looked up with mock sincerity. “It would’ve been rude to ignore such a loud invitation.”

“If ion suffocate you with my thighs.”

“I would love that.” He shoves two fingers inside of you without warning, curling them just right, and you bucked against his hand. “And I personally think your pussy loves me too.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan, but failing miserably. “You’re—oh god—you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Cute? I’m devastatingly sexy,” he corrected, diving back down, his mouth sealing over your clit. He sucked gently, then alternated between broad, wet licks and pointed flicks that had you gripping the sheets.

“My hair,”You gasped, realizing your bonnet had slipped off sometime during the night. “I look like a mess.”

“You look like a goddess who just woke up,” he murmured against you. “A disheveled, slightly grumpy goddess who tastes like heaven.”

“Grumpy? I’m not grumpy. I’m startled.”

He pulled his mouth away and grinned, a string of your arousal connecting his lower lip to your skin before breaking. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing you. Close your eyes. Go back to your cloud dream. Let me handle the rest.”

“I can’t just go back to sleep while you’re down there doing… that.”

“Sure you can. Just pretend I’m a really talented dream fairy.”

You laughed despite yourself, the sound cut short as he returned to his work, his tongue now focused, determined. You felt the familiar heat building, your hips rising to meet his mouth. “You’re an asshole.”

“Your asshole,” he said, voice muffled against you.

And you couldn’t even argue with that. M your hands tightened in his hair, breath quickening, letting yourself sink into the feeling—the warm, wet, loving assault—until you were arching off the mattress, a cry caught in your throat,orgasm rolling through you in waves.

He lapped you through it, gentle now, until you were trembling and sensitive, then crawled up to kiss your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

“Now,” he said, all cheery innocence, “you wanna talk about that cloud dream?”

You groaned, pulling the duvet over your face. “I hate you.”

“You needa cut that lying shit out.” He nuzzled into your neck now, wrapping his arms around you. “You love me. Especially when I wake you up with my mouth.”

You peeked out from under the covers, a reluctant smile on your lips. “Fine. But next time, let me finish my dream first.”

He burst out laughing, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Deal. But only if I get to be the waterslide.”

You rolled your eyes, but was grinning now, pulling him closer. The morning light grew brighter, the birds sang louder, and Heeseung’s hand slid down your stomach again, already tracing lazy circles.

“Round two?” he whispered.

“You’re going to make us late for work.”

“Good thing I’m the CEO.”

어느 ─── You get so caught up in a smut chapter you were reading, that you didn't even hear your boyfriend calling you're name until he snatched the book away from you.

문맥─Boyfriend!Riki x blkfem!lead ; wc 1.7k, oneshot, faceriding, oral sex, couple sex.

Now playing♫: Feels-Kehlani

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You lay across Riki’s bed, the afternoon light slanting through half-drawn blinds.

Your legs tucked under the blanket he’d tossed over you earlier. 

The game controller clicked steadily from his desk chair, the low rumble of his voice barking out to friends filling the room. 

Seven months of this easy rhythm, dates that ended with forehead kisses, face masks shared on the couch, laughter that never once tipped into anything more. You loved that he never pushed. Until today when curiosity decided to strike your core.

The book in your hands had started innocently enough, a recommendation from a friend, but the as the chapters go by you’d stumbled upon a page that almost knocks the air out your lungs. The girl in the story straddled her partner’s face, hips rolling, his hands gripping her thighs as she took what she wanted.

 Heat pooled low in your belly. Your thighs pressed together without thinking, the fabric of your shorts suddenly too thin. You read the next line, then the next, lost in the wet sounds the author described, the way the heroine used his mouth like it belonged to her.

Riki’s voice cut through once, then again. You didn’t hear. The third time he said your name, his chair rolled back. The book vanished from your grip.

“Hey,” he said, half laughing, half curious. “What’s got you so—”

His eyes moved across the page. The laughter faded. He kept reading. You reached for the book, fingers brushing his wrist, but he held it higher, scanning the lines you’d just devoured. When he looked at you again, his expression had shifted—surprise mixed with something darker, something that made your pulse jump.

“Naughty little girl,” he smirked, voice low. “This what you’ve been reading about while I’m here?”

You opened your mouth, closed it. Heat flooded your face. He set the book aside, stood, and came to the edge of the bed. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “That’s what you’ve want?” he asked. “to ride my face?”

The words hung there, explicit and direct. You open your mouth to protest, to deny, but the heat pooling between your thighs betrays you. 

“Speak up mamas, tell me want you want?”He says as one eyebrows raised demanding you to you your voice.You can only let out a desperate yes, which causes him to smirk with ego written all over his face.

He pulled the blanket away, grabbing your ankles and dragging you toward the edge until your ass is barely resting on the mattress. His hands slide up your legs, fingers brushing the hem of your shorts, and he looks up at you with that wicked glint.

“Look at you, all needy” He taunts. He’s pulls your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, tossing them somewhere behind him. The cool air hits your bare skin, and you gasp, instinctively trying to close your legs. But He holds them open, thumbs stroking the soft inner flesh of your thighs.

“Lie back,” he commands, but it’s gentle, a request wrapped in certainty. You obey, letting your head fall back onto the pillow, watching him through half-lidded eyes. He crawls up, positioning himself between your legs, then lies flat on his back, head nestled against your thighs. His face is right there, inches from your cunt, his breath warm against your slick folds.

Your knees settled on either side of his head. The position felt exposed, vulnerable, exactly what the book had promised. Riki’s hands slid up the backs of your thighs, gripping firmly. He looked up at you, eyes dark.

“Come on, baby,” he says, voice muffled but clear. “Straddle my face. Show me how you imagined it.”

Your heart hammers. You’ve never done this before. But his hands are steady on your hips, guiding you, and the need inside you is too strong to resist. You shift, knees sliding on either side of his head, lowering yourself slowly, your pussy hovering over his mouth. He looks up at you, eyes dark and hungry, and gives an encouraging nod.

You lower yourself the last few inches, and the first contact is electric—his tongue, flat and warm, pressing against your clit. You jolt, a moan escaping your lips, and he grips your thighs tighter, anchoring you as he begins to explore. He licks slowly at first, tasting you, teasing, then his lips close around your clit, sucking gently.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe, your hands flying to the headboard for support. You rock your hips instinctively, grinding against his face, and he groans in approval, the vibration sending sparks through your core. His tongue moves with purpose now, dipping between your folds, lapping at your entrance before flicking back to your clit. He’s relentless, alternating between soft kisses and firm, broad strokes that make your knees tremble.

You look down, and the sight of him—your boyfriend, his face buried between your legs, eyes closed in concentration, lips slick with your arousal—drives you wild. You start to move with more confidence, riding his face in earnest, your hips rolling in a rhythm that feels natural, primal. He matches your pace, his tongue never faltering, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass.

“That’s it,” he manages to gasp out between licks, his voice thick with lust. “Take what you need, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me.”

The praise sends a wave of heat through you, and you moan louder, your grip on the headboard tightening. You can feel the pressure building, that familiar coil tightening low in your belly. You speed up, grinding harder, and he takes it all, his tongue plunging inside you, curling, then dragging back up to your clit, where he sucks and nibbles gently.

“Riki… I’m gonna…” you whimper, but you can’t finish. The orgasm crashes over you, sudden and intense, making your whole body shudder. You cry out, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you ride out the waves against his mouth. He doesn’t stop, licking you through every pulse, every tremor, until you’re gasping for breath, collapsing forward onto your hands.

He gently lifts your hips, letting you slide off to the side, and you lie there, panting, your skin flushed and tingling. He rolls onto his side, facing you, his chin and lips glistening with your wetness. He grins, licking his lips.

“Again?” he asked.

An afterparty to remember

Namjoon, Jimin, and I climbed into the spacious limo and headed toward downtown, where Jimin lives. On the way there, Namjoon positioned me so that I was practically sitting in his lap, facing Jimin. Jimin poured each of us a shot of tequila and cleared his throat.

“I want to make a toast,” Jimin began. “This was a great listening party for the new album. I can’t wait for our new world tour to begin.”

Looking at me, he continued, “I also hope this begins a new chapter in all of our lives, with you being a bigger presence, and not a figment of Namjoon’s imagination like he has us believing.”

I looked up at Namjoon. He looked back at me and smirked. “I didn’t want these guys to chase you around when I wanted to keep you to myself,” he responded.

“Selfish! You know you’re the number one man in my life, baby. Jin wants me to come around more as well,” I told him.

Namjoon was shocked. “Oh? Are you thinking of taking him up on his offer?”’

I shrugged my shoulders. “We did discuss me doing some small stuff at the listening party. I’m not officially a Bangtan girl as of yet, Joon.”

Jimin cut in. “Has she signed the important document?”

“No, she hasn’t, and I didn’t make her,” Namjoon told him.

“The deal makers may make her do that if she were to come around more, though.”

“Guys, this is a celebration, not a business deal. We can talk about that later. Right now, it’s time to party,” I interjected.

Jimin drank his tequila shot, with Namjoon and me following. The second the smooth drink went down my throat, I felt loose. Namjoon gently pulled my straps down and massaged my neck and shoulders. Jimin placed my leg in his lap, removing my heels to massage my feet. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, letting the guys know I was grateful for the royal treatment they were giving me. 

“You deserve to be treated like the queen that you are,” Jimin said, while hitting a pressure point on my foot.

I jumped a mile. “He’s right, baby,” Namjoon whispered. “Right now, you’re the queen in our private world. We’re your most loyal subjects.”

           I leaned back onto him as he rained kisses on my neck. He removed the straps from my arms, exposing my breasts to Jimin. Namjoon cupped them in his large hands and tweaked my nipples until they were hard. Jimin kissed my foot while looking at me with those seductive eyes of his. I was ready to come right there in front of those two. Namjoon leaned down and planted a hard kiss on my lips, his tongue in my mouth. Jimin ran his hands up my legs and reached the hem of my dress. Lifting it so that it bunched at the waist, I was bare. He confiscated my panties earlier in the night and stuck two fingers inside me. He massaged my clit with his thumb, making me squirm in Namjoon’s lap. I had two different sensations going on at once, wishing the moment could last.

”Get on your knees in front of Jimin,” Namjoon instructed. 

Like the naughty wannabe Bangtan girl that I am, I did what I was told. As I got comfortable, Jimin caressed my face and looked at me with something that’s more than hunger: desire. Gently, Namjoon picked me up and rubbed his dick at the entry of my ass. On instinct, I held on to Jimin’s legs as Namjoon pushed himself into the tight hole. I was able to sit up, fully displaying myself to the person in front of me. Jimin spread my legs to see my most private area. Licking his lips, he looked to me for permission, and I nodded my head. Jimin leaned in close, inhaling the musky scent from earlier before he kissed my throbbing clit. The tip of his tongue on it damn near sent me into outer space. Namjoon’s hands gripped my waist for dear life as I rocked my hips to each side, adjusting to him being inside me. Jimin sped up his tongue to my movements, making sure his piercing hits my most sensitive spots. 

Namjoon started nibbling on my neck as though it were his final meal on earth. A moan came from the depths of my throat, allowing Jimin to move faster. Two of his fingers were inside my wet pussy, and he inserted a third, filling me up. He removed his fingers and traced my lips with my own wetness. I stuck out my tongue to taste his fingers, and he placed them in my mouth. 

“Suck them, Queenie,” Jimin instructed. 

I devoured his fingers while looking at him. I stuck my tongue in between his fingers and moaned as though I was going down on him. Namjoon took that opportunity to adjust himself further in my ass, while tweaking my nipples to the point of ultra-sensitivity. Jimin pushed himself inside my pussy, while Namjoon was still inside. The three of us moved so that I was on top of Jimin, with Namjoon rear-ending me. The sensation of both guys moving inside of me and filling me was a treat I never expected. Namjoon yanked my hair, forcing my head back. He growled in my ear, “I’m about to come. Hold on to Jimin.”

I wrapped my arms around Jimin as much as possible as Namjoon pumped faster in and out of me until he came, shouting my name. Jimin, not far from his own orgasm, flipped me over so that I was holding onto Namjoon’s legs and Jimin pounded me from behind. The sounds of bodies slamming into each other and me swearing toward an orgasm, Jimin slams into me hard and comes. I followed right behind and rested my head in Namjoon’s lap, panting.

The limo stopped at a high-rise building along the river. The driver opened the door as I was making myself presentable. I got out first to straighten out my dress, and the guys followed. Jimin decided to put my heels on my feet, because queens don’t deserve to stand on a nasty sidewalk barefoot. Once I was in my heels, he led Namjoon and me into his building. We took the express elevator to the penthouse, where Jimin’s apartment is located. The doors opened onto a large four-bedroom, three-bathroom penthouse apartment. The main living area had couches and lounge chairs, giving it a private-room vibe. The kitchen looks as though it belongs in a Michelin-star restaurant, with an island and barstools. 

As I looked around, I thought about how small my apartment must look. More people filed into the penthouse, but I wandered into the main suite. An extra-large California king-size canopy bed sat in the middle of the room, with black silk bedding. I looked at the top of the inside and noticed the mirrors. He had nightstands on either side of the bed, with black lamps. One of the stands had a journal and a book; I assume Jimin is reading before bed. The other stand had a remote control for the eighty-five-inch flat screen mounted on the wall in front of his bed. Through one door was a massive walk-in closet that’s bigger than my front room and bedroom combined. His master bath had an old-school claw-foot bathtub, a separate shower, and a private toilet room. 

I walked back into the bedroom and returned to the canopy bed. I imagined myself being handcuffed to the posts while Namjoon prolonged my orgasm, blindfolding me, and tickling me with a feather. I don’t have on my panties, thanks to Jimin stealing them at the lounge, but I was getting hot thinking about that possibility. 

“Like what you see?” A voice asked me. 

I turned around and saw Namjoon looking at me. He walked over to where I was standing and put his arms around me. “His bed is better than mine,” I whisper. “I’ve always wanted a canopy bed with mirrors on it. As a kid, I asked my parents for one because my dad’s cousin and her husband had one just like this one. It turned out to be a waterbed, and they were hardcore swingers in the seventies. My mom said I was too young for a canopy bed; that’s oddly specific for an eleven-year-old girl. She was convinced that I wanted to be a swinger. When they got divorced, my dad got me a canopy bed, sans mirrors, because he said teenage girls didn’t need the mirrors on the canopy ceiling.”

Namjoon nibbled on my neck. “Well, we could-“

”Seriously, Namjoon?” Jimin asked. “You were going to bang her on my bed?”

Namjoon turned to look at his bandmate. “No. I was going to let you do the honors on that one.”

I looked up at Namjoon. “Really? You were going to pimp me out to Jimin?” I asked. 

Namjoon backpedaled. “Baby, no. I won’t do that! I was going to suggest that we have our own little party in here. Jimin, do you have the special party favors? I want to continue what we started in the limo?”

”Yeah. Come on out. The rest of the guys are here, and Jin’s itching to make an announcement.”

Namjoon and I followed Jimin to the living area, and Jin was standing there with a giant bottle of champagne. I got a seat near him, and of course, I got sandwiched between Jimin and Namjoon. Jin looked in our direction and smiled, but winked at me. 

“I have some good news to share,” Jin began. “All of our shows and documentaries that were on multiple streaming services are going to be on one, starting with our live concert in a few months.”

The room cheered loudly at the news. Jin also let us know that a camera crew was at the Pussy Cat Lounge, filming the listening party for an upcoming documentary that leads up to the release of the new album and follows them on the road as they promote it. Someone popped the champagne and poured everyone a drink. Fixing his gaze on me, Jin handed me a flute and said, “Cheers to a new friendship. Tell Namjoon to let you out of his cage now and then. I want to see more of you around as a new friend and as a Bangtan girl.”

”I think after tonight, he’s going to start bringing me around. He should’ve done this a lot sooner,” I told Jin.

”I should’ve done what sooner?” Namjoon asked, taking a sip of champagne.

”Bring this beautiful woman around,” Jin answered as he put his arm around my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “He’s an idiot that’s in love with you and won’t admit it.”

I giggled at Jin’s comment and could see the fury in Namjooon’s eyes. Does he realize that we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend? We agreed to a friends-with-benefits/situationship thing, not to fuck things up with a relationship. Sure, we make out and have a crapton of sex, but that doesn’t mean we’re official, right?

”You’re right, Jin,” Namjoon nodded in agreement. “I have kept her away, largely due to the work schedule she has had over the years. Now that it’s lightening up, she’ll come around a lot more. I promise.”

Jin nodded and flagged down Jimin. He was carrying empty champagne flutes and handed one to Namjoon and me. Grabbing an unopened bottle, Jin opened it and poured each of us some. We clinked glasses, and I took a sip. After about two glasses and me considering joining the Bagtan family and what that entailed, I wandered off from the guys and decided to dance with J-Hope. Wearing a pair of snakeskin pants and losing his shirt somewhere, he took me in his arms, and we began grinding on each other. V and Jungkook cut in, and we danced a three-person tango. Yoongi was in a corner making out with his flavor of the day when Jungkook planted a kiss on my lips, with V biting my neck. I almost came right there in front of everyone. 

Jimin came over and whispered something in V’s ear. He grabbed Jungkook, and they walked off, leaving me with Jimin. “Namjoon, Jin, and I were watching you once again,” he said, with a look of jealousy and want in his eyes. “The triple tango you did with V and Jungkook, chef’s kiss, sweetheart. If only I was a part of that. J-Hope is really impressed with your dance skills and wants you in one of his videos as a lead dancer. I know you haven’t signed the papers as of yet, but you’ll be blurred in the docuentary when it comes out.”

“Cool. I wouldn’t mind being in one of his videos. I already told Jin I’m considering joining, and I saw the fury in Joon’s eyes when he got close to me,” I said to Jimin.

He stepped closer to me, and grabbed my hand. “Come with me, Queeine. I saw you admiring my bed, and I heard what you told Namjoon about your fascination with them. Jin and Namjoon are in there with the papers for you to sign, making you officialy a Bangtan girl. I know Namjoon will keep you on a tight leash, nless you’re into that type of thing.”

I felt my face get hot. JImin and I walked over to his bedroom, where Jin and Namjoon were looking over the NDA and the contract I was to sign, with glasses of champagne on the table. Both men looked up and smiled at me the moment Jimin and I came close. Jin stood up and handed me a glass. I took a sip, and noticed the taste was different from most champagnes I’ve had in my life.

“How does it taste?” Jin asked.

“Yeah,” I answered. “It’s not normally the sweetness I’m used to. This particular brand has more of a dry white wine taste to it.”

“It’s from my liquor brand. The afterparty received the sample bottles to try out. I’ll keep in mind what you’ve said and improve the recipe.”

He had me sit in his seat and Namjoon passed the papers over to me. I saw all of the tabs where I was to initial and sign my name. I skimmed through the document and added my name to the papers.

“Congratulations, baby,” Namjoon said. “You’re officially a Bantan girl.”

“It feels so offical,” I replied. “According to this, I’m to have my first photo shoot in about six weeks.”

“We’ll all be there, cheering you on.”

I hugged my best friend and Jin, for helping make this happen. Jimin came over and hugged me, lingering a bit longer than he should. He looked at Namjoon, and let me go.

Picking up a champagne glass, Jimin held it up. “I want to propose a toast. Here’s to a new beginning to the woman I affectionately call Queenie. May your profile get bigger and may you continue to be around us in between your teaching at the university.”

We clicked glasses and took a sip. The taste is a bit stronger and more dry. Thinking I’m tasting the champagne wrong, I took another sip, this time the liquor hitting me like a ton of bricks. My head started to pound, and Namjoon saw me rubbing my temples. Jimin ran out and brought me some cheese and crackers. Jin helped me to the massive canopy bed. I kicked off my heels and laid down.

“That was kind of strong, Jin,” I told him. “I never had champagne that strong before.”

“Hmm,” Jin said. “I’ll have my people look into it. Thank you for telling me, sweetie.”

Jin walked away to take a phone call, leaving the three of us in the room. Namjoon sat beside me, while Jimin got a damp towel from the bathroom and placed it on my forehead. As I began to get hot with the cold towel on my head, I asked Namjoon to come closer to me. When he got close enough, I planted a kiss on him and started laughing. 

“Oh, somebody wants to play, huh?” Namjoon asked. The look of lust and desire was in his eyes, making me excited for what he’s going to do to me. He motioned for Jimin to come over and asked him for two ‘party favors’. Pulling a small tin out of his pocket, Jimin handed it to Namjoon. Opening it up, Namjoon pulled out what looked like two mints and passed the tin back to Jimin. Namjoon held it up to me and asked if I wanted one. I nodded, opening my mouth so he could put it in. The tablet melted onto my tongue, like it was a piece of dark chocolate. I looked at Namjoon and removed his blazer, smiling at him. He pulled me close and kissed me with want, passion, and unadulterated lust.

Jimin passed us some champagne, and we toasted before downing the liquid. I sat back and pulled off my dress, and was completely naked. Namjoon and Jimin salivated at the sight in front of them as I crawled toward Namjoon and asked him, “Are you ready for me now, Daddy?”

That one word I uttered was all it took for Namjoon to come out of his clothes and get on top of me. He kissed me hard, not like before. He claimed my mouth as though it was going to be taken away from him, while Jimim watched. He bit my lower lip and yanked my hair, making me wet instantly. He possessed my body as though I were something he desperately wanted to claim and own for himself. I swear he’s gotten larger inside of me as he turned me around and had me on all fours. Entering from behind, he slams into me, making me scream his name. I looked over at Jim, and he was already touching himself through his pants. I mouthed, “Come here,” to him, and he obeyed. With one hand, I undid his pants, allowing him to free his dick from his pants. 

Coming closer to me, Jimin was able to rub his dick across my lips until I opened my mouth and inhaled him. He let out a moan from the depths of his soul as I ran my tongue from the bottom of his heavy balls to the very tip of his dick, which was already leaking. I looked at the devilish angel in his eyes as I twirled my tongue around his tip before bobbing my head up and down on him. Jimn reached under me and palmed my breasts in his hands, giving them a squeeze that caused me to moan on his dick, and Namjoon to smack my ass. The three of us switched positions many times while enjoying the high from the party favors Jimin gave us. When I finally came, the guys followed behind, and we passed out only after Jimin pulled out of me and gave me a facial. 

I woke up a few hours later only to see Jin staring at the three of us, shaking his head. Picking up my dress, Jin handed it to me so I could look somewhat decent after the night I had. His hair was disheveled, his dress shirt was completely unbuttoned, and he had lipstick marks all over his broad chest and footrests he calls shoulders. His face card will never decline, even when he gets old. 

“Some party, huh?” Jin asked, following me into the bathroom. 

“You can say that,” I answered while washing the dried-on spunk off my face. “I think I had one too many of those party favors Jimin distributed.”

“The ecstasy pills? He laced the champagne with them for your signing.”

I looked at Jin. Not only is Jimin a Lothario, but he’s also a pusher-no wonder the champagne tasted funny. I didn’t bother to ask where the rest of the guys are scattered. The only thing on my mind is getting home to wash off the disgust I have for Jimin from my body, but my body gets warm when I think about us intertwined with one another. I’m surprised Namjoon didn’t push Jimin off me, but he was under the influence as well. Ugh, this push and pull is insane! 

Jin walked up to me, pulled me close to his body, and kissed me. “Come on. I’ll take you home to rest. I’ll give you a call next week.”

Author’s POV: Little did Xreader and Jin know that Namjoon saw them kiss and is not happy about it.

Taeyang Kim

Age: 30

Sign: Pisces

Height: 6'2

Race: Korean

Nicknames: T, 'Taeyang The Tank' in HS, Lovey, Tae

Hometown: Oakland

Sexual Orientation: Straight???

Pain points: Only non-doctor in his family, has it bad for Constellation, secret bi-curious crush on best friend/roommate for the past 14 years, hyper sexual, likes mean women, hopeless romantic, Golden retriever vibes

How a day at the pool turned into a party for two.

The only thing I wanted to do was spend a few days on vacation with my best friend and lounge by the pool. What I got instead was a new way to use a popsicle. To say my curiosity was piqued is putting it mildly.

I remember the day vividly, and I smile frequently whenever I think about it. My best friend, Trina, and her boyfriend, Jin, dragged me to a large company-owned compound to spend two weeks before BTS began rehearsing for a massive world tour. According to Trina, three of the guys are single, and I’m newly single. She made it her mission to have me start dating one of the guys immediately. She didn't want to be lonely, and the other guys had a regular rotation of women coming through. She wants someone familiar that she can vibe and gossip with, and I was the perfect candidate.

A few days in, I decided to go sit out by the pool to read and to get some sun on my skin. I packed a pink polka-dot string bikini and the latest romance novel I'd been wanting to devour for the longest time. I put on the bikini, grabbed my cover-up and book, and headed out to the pool. In one lounge chair was Jungkook, scrolling on his phone. I got into the chair next to his and set my bag beside it.

“Do you need sunscreen?” Jungkook asked me.

I turned and looked at him. “I applied before I came out,” I answered. “Thank you, though.”

Jungkook nodded and returned to his phone. As I read, the pool area got noisy with the guys and girls jumping in. I looked up and saw Trina drowned by Jin before they disappeared into the compound. Yoongi and the other guys were playing Marco Polo with their girls, and I saw Namjoon walk out to join them. Tall, with honey-colored skin and dimples that could stop traffic, he walked over to Jimin and his girlfriend, grabbed a few popsicles, and placed them in the smaller cooler he was carrying. The other girls stopped to stare at him, knowing that he’ll never give them any play. While the noise continued and Taehyung added rock music to the mix, I stayed out in the hot sun, my skin already cooking and screaming for more sunscreen. I looked at Jungkook, and he was already sleeping with a cap over his face. A shadow crept over me, almost scaring me out of my skin. I looked to my right, and it was Namjoon, flashing those dimples that should be illegal. He was carrying what looked like a beach blanket and holding a popsicle.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

“Sure. There’s room on here for two,” I said.

Namjoon sat next to me and spread the light blanket over our bodies. “You're going to get darker than Jungkook's swim trunks,” Namjoon said, grinning.

“Black is beautiful,” I replied, and spied the popsicle. “Do you plan on sharing that?”

“Only if you apply sunscreen to my back.”

“Deal.”

Namjoon and I traded places, with him lying across the lounge and unwrapping the frozen treat. I applied the sunscreen to his back, massaging it in. He passed the treat to me, and I let it sit on my tongue ring, where it melted a bit. During this trip, Namjoon and I have shared friendly banter and flirted a bit. We never crossed the line in our dealings with each other, but anything can happen this summer, right?

I handed the treat back to him, letting him know I was done with his back. Smiling, he told me to lie down. I do as I’m told, allowing myself to relax. His strong hands went ot work on my back, and I started to squirm a bit. I look ahead and see the pool is empty. I also notice the string of my bikini top came undone. Sneaky bastard, I thought to myself.

Handing me the popsicle and the blanket, Namjoon said, “Use the blanket as a cover-up.”

Sitting up, I cover my breasts and put the popsicle in my mouth, careful not to bite down. Namjoon lowered the lounge chair and made sure Jungkook was still snoring. Removing the blanket, Namjoon looked at my pierced nipples and immediately licked his lips.

I handed him the popsicle, and he used the cold treat to trace around my nipples and allowed it to melt onto my piercings. I shivered a bit, eliciting a wicked grin forming on his face. “What’s on your mind?” I asked in a seductive tone.

“Besides wanting to ravish your chocolate skin? I want to take off your bottoms to see what you’ve been hiding from me,” Namjoon answered. “I bet you’re bald and also pierced.” “Why don’t you untie me and find out? I don’t bite.”

Namjoon finished the first popsicle and opened another, which was half-melted. He handed me the popsicle and kept the wrapper. Slowly, he undid my bikini bottoms. Whistling that I was bald and pierced, he ran his hand up my leg, getting dangerously close to the center of my heat. I opened my legs, one on each side of the chair. Namjoon poured the melted portion of the cold treat onto me, leading from my navel all the way to my most intimate body part. His tongue followed the same trail, stopping at the top of my folds.

Using one hand, Namjoon opens me up and kisses my clit, which gives me goosebumps, despite the humidity. He takes another popsicle from the cooler, unwraps it, and puts it in his mouth, looking at me with those intense dragon eyes. He slowly rubs my clit with a thumb while he decides what to do with the popsicle in his mouth. He looks down, sees how moist I’ve become, and gives me an evil grin. Taking the popsicle out of his mouth, he sticks his tongue out at me and places it on my lips. I stick out my tongue to taste it, then he takes it away, making me pout in frustration.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Namjoon said in a low tone. He draws a line from my lips to my chest, utilizing the whole length of the treat on my breasts, giving the nipples special attention. Leaving my chest, he continues down my body until he once again got to the top of my folds.

“Open your legs for me, baby,” Namjoon instructed.

I spread my legs wide enough for Namjoon to get between them. He took the popsicle resting on my stomach and rubbed it up and down my pussy until he inserted the tip. I let out a small yelp, the contrast between the cold and the hot leaving me both frightened and excited. He pushed the popsicle a bit further in me, making me squirm harder.

He pulled it out and placed it in his mouth. He moaned at the taste of the treat and my juices. Handing it to me, he says, “Open up and taste yourself, baby.”

I put the popsicle in my mouth, the taste being euphoric on my tongue. Placing his hand on top of mine, he pushed the popsicle farther in my mouth and moved it back and forth. I opened my mouth, and Namjoon uses it as lipstick on me. Setting the popsicle aside, he leaned in and gave me a kiss that sent electricity through my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to me; my legs went around his waist so he doesn’t try to escape me. I’ve longed for him to kiss me since we’ve been here, waited for him to cross the imaginary line we made.

Gently, he removed my legs and sat up to take off his trunks. His dick was hard, already leaking. Licking my lips, I moved forward and inhaled him. My tongue trailed his dick from the base to the very tip, allowing my piercing to scrape him lightly. Namjoon shuddered as my tongue traveled on him. I put him in my mouth again, this time taking him until I could basically swallow him without gagging. I pretended his dick was a popsicle and went to town on it as if it was the last dick I was going to suck on this planet.

“I’m about to come,” Namjoon said through clenched teeth. “Lay down, now!”

“Make me,” I said playfully.

Namjoon pushed me down and spread my legs wide. He kissed my inner thighs until he got to my wet pussy. Using one thumb to rub my pierced clit, I shuddered as he stuck his tongue inside me. I moaned loudly, not caring if Jungkook woke up from his nap and watched us. I held onto the chair as though I was going to fall off. Namjoon, sensing I was close, sat up and impaled himself in me.

"Shit!" I shout.

Namjoon and I spent that time making love on the lounge chair as the afternoon sun beat down on us. Flipping me over until I was flat on my stomach, he told me to grab onto the chair. He spread my legs wide as though they were handles to a wheelbarrow, and buried himself in me. "Who's *thrusts hard* your *thrusts hard* daddy *thrusts hard*?" he asked.

"You *scream* are *scream*," I shout.

He thrusted hard into me as I moaned and screamed at the top of my lungs. With all of the grunting and other animal noises we were making, neither one of us noticed when the chair started splintering under our combined weight. Pinching my pierced nipples, he came in me hard, with me following behind him. Both of us collapsed into the chair to catch our breath when it broke, and we crashed to the ground.

Jungkook looked up and saw us on the ground, naked, with Namjoon still inside me. We looked at him, and the three of us laughed before Jungkook ran inside to tell everyone what had happened.

We got up and dressed, then jumped into the pool to cool off. Jin came outside, saw us in the pool, looked at the chair, then back at us. "Dammit, you heathens! I have to drain the pool and fill it back up again!" he snapped. "Whatever happened on that chair, you two are paying to get it cleaned and reupholstered!"

Namjoon and I laughed and climbed out of the pool so Jin could clean it. "Want to continue this again?" Namjoon asked.

The origin story of Xreader and Namjoon and how they came to become more than friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

It's been eight years since I last saw my friend Kim Namjoon, a friend of mine from college. We were in the same coed dorm, and one night I walked into the bathroom and saw him rapping into a cassette deck with a microphone. I watched him as he spat verses about college repressing creativity, and jumped a mile when he looked in the mirror and saw me watching him.

"Don't mind me, I was going to the toilet," I said to him, chuckling.

"Good thing you didn't go. That wouldn't sound nice once I polish this mixtape I'm making," he responded, and laughed as well. "Go ahead and do your business. Pretend I'm not even here."

Since that day, we became friends. I went to his rap battles where I met Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok, two more underground rappers. As they began to become known, a talent scout discovered them, and they joined a company to train as idols. On our college graduation day, he was valedictorian and gave a rousing speech on what's to come in our lives. He received his degree in music production and engineering, despite being an underground rapper and having already done so before debuting as an idol three months earlier. I was an English major, specializing in Black contemporary literature, and taught at a university several towns over.

In between those years, we kept in touch sporadically. He had a busy schedule, and I was busy on my end as well. Every year, we made a promise to each other to visit one another. Some years didn't pan out the way we wanted, but we had ways to communicate with one another until our visits dropped off for eight years. When I received the opportunity to move back to my college city and teach at our alma mater, the first person I called was Namjoon. He was excited and found an apartment for me to rent out. It was located twenty minutes from the university, and about ten minutes from his place.

The day I moved in, Namjoon was there with food and flowers. God, I missed those dimples of his. "Welcome home, sweetie," he greeted.

I let him in, and he placed the items on the kitchen counter and gave me a hug, swallowing my frame. I hugged him back, taking in the scent of his cologne, the very scent that drove me wild back in college. I never told him I had feelings for him, because he always had a girl or two on his arms. Maybe it was his dragon eyes, his million-watt smile, or his dimples when he flashed a smile. I don't know, but my love life has been hit-or-miss.

"It's great to be back," I replied. "How is life as an idol?"

Namjoon sat at the table as I plated the food he brought over. Handing him a plate and a can of beer, he told me about the grueling schedules, how little time he had to himself, and what the other guys have been teasing him about: his clumsiness, the fact that he doesn't have a license, or his height. I told him about the lack of a sex life I had, thanks to the many conferences on urban literature I've been attending and the classes I've been teaching.

"I hope I have an easy load this semester," I told him.

"If so, you can finally meet the guys at your earliest convenience," he replied.

"Cool."

We migrated over to the couch and surfed through the myriad streaming services I have until we settled on a few B-rated horror movies. Namjoon popped some popcorn and brought over some beers. I arranged the blankets and pillows to make the couch feel cozy. As the movie wore on and the day settled into night, we shouted at the TV, groaned when someone made a dumbass decision and didn't escape, and other things in the movies.

When the movie was done, Namjoon and I stood up to stretch. He took the empty beer cans and put them in the recycling bin for disposal later. I was about to find another movie for us to make fun of when Namjoon came over to me and pulled me into a bear hug. "I missed this," he whispered in my ear.

"As did I," I replied. "I have a feeling you have something on the brain."

Namjoon sighed. "I might disband the group."

"Why? You're on the verge of really breaking through."

"I know. The guys are completely burned out with constant interviews, performing, and you know the American media racket treats us like we're zoo creatures from another planet. I think it's best we broke up for a while and come back in a year or two to really assess what we want to do."

I nodded, then an idea popped into my head. "Understandable. You guys do need a break, badly. Nobody's stopping you guys from working on solo ventures, right? You don't have to completely disband to do that. Some of you can come together on one or two projects. You guys need to make things fun again, like when you were literally pouring your blood, sweat, and tears into becoming recognized and adored by millions."

Namjoon looked at me, smashed his lips against mine, and pulled away. "You're right. Why didn't I think of that?"

"You tell me. You're the one with the 148 IQ."

Namjoon laughed and pulled me into his arms, this time a lot closer, until I was in his lap. We leaned into each other for a kiss, this time more sensual. Both of us grabbed at each other's clothes, yanking them off. Namjoon pushed me down onto the couch and helped me shimmy out of my jeans, leaving me in my lace thong. Noticing my bra was still on, he instructed me to take it off. I sat up and removed the article, eliciting a whistle from my longest friend. I undid his pants, allowing him to stand in front of me in his boxer briefs, causing me to lick my lips.

Nodding his head, I tugged down his boxer briefs, and his dick sprang out in front of me, already leaking. I gave him a look, one he's never seen in the 18 years of us knowing each other. I licked him, from the base of his balls to the tip of his dick, and back down before engulfing it into my mouth. I played with his heavy nuts while I attempted to suck the soul out of him. I released him the second he was about to come into my mouth, and told him to lay down.

"I have a better idea," Namjoon hissed, threw me over his broad shoulders, and went into my bedroom. He laid me on the California king bed, spread my legs as wide as they would go, and he got in between them. He opened my pussy up with both hands, using a finger to trace it out, so as to make a memory of what I look like without panties. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and inserted two fingers inside me. My hips rose at the sensation, and I began to move to the rhythm he set. Removing his fingers from my pussy, he placed them in my mouth, ordering me to taste myself. I devoured his fingers while looking at him, sticking my tongue in between his fingers and giving him a wink.

Immediately, he dipped down and ate me out. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I began to scream loudly. I didn't care if the neighbors heard me; I was having the best sex of my life with my longtime friend. The moment his tongue hit my clit in a circular manner, I came hard and fast, shouting Namjoon's name to the heavens. He looked up at me, juices all over those soft lips of his. I leaned forward and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

He returned my kiss and pushed me back down on the bed. He then pushed my legs back behind my head and filled me to the hilt. I let out a gasp, as though his dick was choking me from below. We moved as one, writing our own lyrics to a song that can never be performed in front of an audience. He spread my legs wider and went deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held them tightly, not wanting to let him go.

"Baby, I'm about to come," he said through gritted teeth.

"We both are," I answered, making him smile.

He flipped over until I was on top. I bounced up and down on him like I was riding a horse. My legs were stretched out on either side of him as his wide hands held onto my waist. I bent forward a bit to run my fingers through his sweaty head and move my hips to the point where he shouts my name, and fills me up, with my own orgasm following right behind him. My body was shaking while coming down, and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on top of my head.

After a few minutes, I rolled onto my right side and snuggled up next to him while he caught his breath. "I've never done that with a friend before," I said.

"Oh?" Namjoon asked, then a thought popped into his mind. "We can keep this going, if you like."

"It won't bother you that we're fuck buddies?"

Namjoon nodded. "Nope. The guys have their girlfriends sign ironclad NDAs. I've known you the longest of any girl I've been with, and I trust you. I won't make you sign one."

"Alright. I'm down."

Namjoon leaned over and kissed me, this time squeezing my right breast. "Let's rest up, and we'll go for round two."