#noonasinetwork

You walk into your penthouse and find your rival, Kim Namjoon, sitting on your sofa. It’s late, and you just came back from an important meeting. You are the second in command of the mafia, The Disciples, and you were just given executive notice that you are going to war with the Bangtan mafia. It shouldn’t be hard to destroy any organization’s business or kill anyone who stands in your way. But it does complicate things when you are fucking the head of Bangtan, who just happens to be sitting in your living room.

“Why?” Namjoon smirks, leaning back onto the sofa. “What are you going to do? Kill me?

Chuckling, you pull out your gun and waltz towards him. Your lipstick-stained lips come dangerously close to his when you straddle his lap, and you grin as you place the barrel underneath his chin.

“I should, ya know,” you whisper. “I should blow your head off right here and now.”

You pull the safety off of the gun, the clicking sound loud over the silence, not another thing heard but your breathing. Your eyes peer into his, and your hand slowly slips up his neck, your grip tightening. You feel the bulge in his pants hardening against your core, and you slowly roll your hips. 

“But will you?” He banters. He hikes up your skirt; your bare ass is met with warm air before he smacks it. “You are so tiny; I can scoop you up with one hand.”

Namjoon knew the words to say to light the fire inside you. You secretly love it when he mentions how tiny you are compared to him, with his tall, muscular body and thick thighs. You know he likes small and cute things, and you definitely fit the bill. He just didn’t realize you were also a natural-born killer. 

“Shut up,” you demand, kissing him. Your hand is still firm on the gun, and you don’t let it go. Instead, you allow your other hand to reach down to his pants and undo his zipper. He rips your thong off of you, your brimming dripping core dripping onto his boxers. He roughly pulls his cock out, pumping himself a few times while lining up to your entrance. Finally, your impatience gets the best of you, and you sink onto him, catching him by surprise. 

“Fuck me, please,” you beg, slowly bouncing on top of him, gun still in your hand. “It’s been a long day.”

You ground your hips, wanting to feel him as deep as you can. He responds by placing his hands on your hips, thrusting up, your breasts threatening to come out of your button up shirt. You let out a heavy breath, his thick, pretty cock deep inside of you and hitting every spot he can. You tighten your pussy around him, watching his eyes pop open at your sudden action. 

“God, you are so tight,” he groans, bucking into you harder. 

His hands grab your mouth, pulling you into a sensual kiss. Your gun is still in your hand, cocked at his chin, ready to shoot him at any time. You admit to yourself that you like the thrill of riding a forbidden dick with a weapon in your hand. You shouldn’t even be in the same room together without your head of the mafia. But one late night at the bar lead to the best sex of your life, and you have been fucking each other since, despite knowing you are enemies.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, your climax getting closer and closer. “Fuck me harder, damn it!”

A switch goes off in Namjoon, and he grabs your hands, taking the gun out of them and setting it on the coffee table. He tears off your shirt and bra, sucking on your nipples hungrily and leaving bite marks along your breasts. He then pulls you by your hair and shoves your face into the couch, roughly entering you from behind and smacking your ass. 

“I’m the only one giving orders around here,” he growls, pounding into you.

Your free hand rubs your clit, your stomach tightening and your legs shaking as you cum all over him. Your screams muffled thanks to the couch pillows, your chest heaving from the intense orgasm you just had. Namjoon lets out a loud groan and pulls out of you, coating your ass with his load and leaving little droplets at your entrance. He pulls you up, slapping your breasts and kissing you which his hands on your throat. 

“I fucking hate you,” you groan, still trying to catch your breath. 

Namjoon smirks, leaving you a lasting kiss on the lips.

You carefully climb on the bed with him, the light from the candle wavering but staying strong. It resembles your relationship with Jimin ironically. You have been married for a year and together overall for three years. You both have experienced rough patches in your relationship, and you wondered if it would last. But as time went on, you both stayed committed to each other and were determined to make it work. 

“Happy birthday, baby,” you whisper, kissing him on the cheek. 

Jimin takes the cake from you, thanking his wife and making a wish. Afterward, he blows out the candle, taking his finger and running it across the icing. He puts it in his mouth, savoring the flavor of the icing before slowly taking his finger out his mouth. He looks hot, with few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned that expose his chest. You have the sudden urge to ride him and make him cum several times. After all, it is his birthday. 

“What did you wish for?” You inquire, settling in the covers next to him. 

“My wish,” he pauses, setting the cake on the nightstand. “Is to make passionate love with my wife tonight.”

“Oh really?” You smirk, raising your eyebrow.

You take off your night slip, exposing your naked body, and climb onto his nap. 

 “Well, it’s your birthday, baby,” you rake his hair with your hands. “Have me however you’d like.”

JImin takes no chances, kissing you hungrily and flipping you on your back. His fingers slide down to your center, rubbing your clit while you moan in his mouth. Your hands find the waist of his pajama bottoms, sliding them down and exposing his hard length. You bite your lip, rubbing your hands across his shaft, while Jimin slips two fingers into your folds. 

“Oh… yes,” you moan. “I love it when you do that.”

His fingers fit snug into your hole, and he breaks his kiss to move to your nipples, sucking on them sensually. His fingers work their magic, his thumb on your clit while two fingers fuck your tight cunt. You love staring in his eyes when he does these things to you; Jimin enjoys watching you fall under his spell and succumbs to him. It works every time. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” Jimin asks, slapping your left breast. 

His fingers increase the pace, wet sounds coming from inside you. Your hands cling onto the sheets, and you scream his name, your orgasm erupting and shattering you like broken glass. Jimin chuckles, slowing his thrusts to allow you to ride out your high before completely removing his fingers together. You take a moment to catch your breath, and Jimin cuts a piece of his cake with a fork, waiting for you to take a bite. 

“I was supposed to make you cum first,” you pout as you eat it. 

Jimin chuckles, taking a bit of the icing and laying it on his tongue. It’s the sexiest thing you have ever seen, and you kiss him, tasting the icing and getting turned on all over again. He then pulls you over his lap, aligning your entrance with his throbbing dick. You sink onto him slowly, moaning together as you feel him deep inside of you. 

“I want you to fuck me like this all night,” Jimin commands, placing his hands on your hips. 

The words slip out of your mouth breathlessly, your nails digging tightly into his shoulder as your hips roll with the rhythm you set on his cock. It’s your boyfriend Jin’s birthday, and you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed, but you find yourself serving cake instead. 

“I know you do,” he taunts you, his thumb rubbing your clit. “I need you to show me how much you love me.”

Those very words take you into overdrive, the electricity surging through your legs as you ride him, quickening your pace. Your thumb graces the corner of his mouth, his succulent lips singing you praises that you’ve heard before, but makes your heart flutter nevertheless. You love him deeply, and every experience with him feels new to you, and you want to shower him with appreciation on his special day.

“God, Jin,” you moan, your eyes connecting with his. “You feel so good. I can feel you so deep inside of me.”

Your moans are in sync with his, Jin’s hands now placed firmly on your ass as you bounce on him. Your breasts jump wildly under your white t-shirt, the feeling of being fucked first thing in the morning taking you into a state of euphoria. It’s his day, but you can’t help but feel like you are being rewarded too… That you are being blessed with his thick cock attacking your walls. 

“You are so sexy,” Jin grunts, lifting up your shirt. “I want to feel you cum all over me, okay?”

He thrusts up into you harder, and all you can do is nod, eager to feel his hot load fill you up and make you whole. Your addiction to him is strong, and at this point, you realize you would do anything for him. You are down bad, and yet, you don’t care.

“Fuck. I’m close,” your stomach tightens as your sweet release is coming. Your right-hand rubs your nub vigorously until you climax, screaming Jin’s name with your windows wide open. Jin doesn’t let up; instead, he wraps his arm around your waist to push himself deeper inside of you. He leaves wet kisses along your breasts, sucking on each nipple as his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“Shit,” his voice is muffled thanks to your nipple in his mouth. A few hard thrusts later, he fills you up with his seed, nothing more needing to be said as you enjoy this feeling, kissing him passionately. You slowly lift yourself off of him, your pussy sore but feeling satisfied that you kept it all in. 

“That’s a good girl,” Jin whispers, kissing your forehead. “I’m going to run you a bath and get you cleaned up, okay?”

You nod, and Jin goes into the bathroom, and you get out of the bed, stretching in front of the open window. You poke your head out, wanting to feel the morning sun rays against your skin. This is the happiest you have ever been, and you want to relive this feeling again and again. Jin is the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, making you feel like royalty in every way that he can. 

“Come on, princess,” you hear him come behind you, followed by his arms being wrapped around your waist. “I have the bathwater waiting for you.”

You let him lead the way, walking into your bathroom now filled with roses and well-lit candles. You gaze up at him lovingly, and he tries to hide his smile, failing adorably. 

“Is this my birthday or yours?” You joke, stepping into the tub. 

Jin doesn’t answer right away, and you don’t think anything of it. You sink into the water and close your eyes, letting the warm scented water cover your body as you relax. A few minutes pass, and you hear Jin clear his throat, and you open your eyes, being met with Jin holding a small box rectangular open with a silver charm bracelet, with both of your initials in it. 

“I wanted to wait until after dinner tonight to show you, but I couldn’t wait anymore,” Jin gushed, taking the small charm out of the box. 

You beam at him and rise out of the tub, your wet body-hugging his tightly as you thank him. 

“It’s beautiful, Jin,” you chirp. “I want to put it on later when we leave. Can you come into the tub with me?”

You step back into the tub, holding Jin’s hand as he climbs in behind you. The warm water is no match for the body heat Jin’s brings against your skin. It feels like home to you. You relax onto him, his arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. 

“I love you, princess.”

You chuckle, squeezing Jin’s hand, acknowledging his words of affection.