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spiderlilyserendipity · 6 months

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Useful 🔞🔞🔞 (Jimin x Reader)

Summary: You’ve stretched yourself thin lately and you know it, and so does your boyfriend Jimin. As Jimin always takes good care of you, you decide to give him a treat to thank him—and as always, Jimin gives you back your love tenfold.

Tags: Dom!Jimin, Sub!Y/N, minimal plot, massages, kneeling, collars, Y/N calls Jimin sir, sub space, oral (m. and f. receiving), praise kink, breeding, cock drunk Y/N, multiple orgasms (f.), protective!jimin (🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵), aftercare!!!!!!

Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do that LOL)

W/C: 3055 (3k)

A/N: Guess who’s back on their bullshit? ME. Sorry I kind of disappeared again LOL being a functioning adult is the worst. Anyway, here's some massage-turned-unprotected-sex. <33

Sometimes, you get in moods like this. Moods where everything is irritating and stupid and simultaneously upsetting. You know yourself well enough to know it has to do with you stretching yourself too thin. Work? Of course you can do that task. Family? Absolutely you can attend that event. Friends? Yes, you’d love to go out tonight.

Jimin also knows you well enough to know when you’re getting like this. You know he’s noticed, from the way he puts in a bit more effort lately to keep you happy. He buys your favourite takeout dinner and bath bombs and even a new matching scarf and gloves set to keep you warm. That’s the way Jimin is—a natural giver with a considerate, purposeful mind. He never so much as says a word to you about your little gifts, but you know he notices when you give him a few more kisses than usual to silently show your affection.

But you’re getting to a point now where two things become obvious: you need a break before you burn out, and Jimin needs to be shown that you appreciate him before he starts to feel burned out himself.

The solution comes in the form of an at-home spa kit you buy online. It’s not much, a little warmer and a bottle of lavender scented oil, along with some candles and little hand towels. But knowing Jimin—and knowing you—you don’t stop there. Instead, you hop in the shower as soon as you come home. You wash up and dress in only panties and one of Jimin’s oversized sweaters, light candles and then warm up the oil.

As your shared bedroom is filled with romantic lighting and the sweet lavender smell, your mind wanders. You think of Jimin’s face when he sees you like this, how his eyes will darken and a smirk will spread on his lips. You think of taking care of him and thanking him for all he does for you with both words and your hands on his body. And naturally, you think of how Jimin will return the favour—with firm words and strong arms around you. A perfect balance of sweetness, teasing, and protectiveness: that’s Park Jimin.

Your eyes flicker to the collar you set on the nightstand, a black leather collar with plush inner lining and a custom silver J embroidered on the front. You press your thighs together, waiting.

“Baby?” Your heart leaps as you hear Jimin’s voice down the hallway. Your boyfriend emerges from the hall, curious eyes peeking into the dimly lit room. Then, he sees you, scantily dressed in front of the bed. Jimin smiles, but there’s that familiar edge. “Oh, what’s this?” He asks.

You lick your lips as Jimin draws closer, loosening his tie. “A surprise.” You whisper.

Jimin laughs, taking a seat on the bed. “I can see that.” He says, glancing at the massage oil. Your boyfriend brings you to stand between his spread legs with both hands on your wrists. You swallow as he looks up at you with darkness in his eyes. “What kind of surprise, exactly?”

“A massage.” You reply, pressing your thighs together again. Jimin notices, but he’s not strict with you today—he knows you’re too worked up to be teased today. Instead, the man leans in, pressing kisses against your belly over your sweater. You shiver—his lips are still cold from outside, even through the soft material.

“That will be fun.” Jimin says. “Thank you for doing this, baby.”

“No, thank you.” You say, and to anyone else, you would sound like strangers. But only you know the way Jimin’s simple words and touches make you want to obey him, show him how grateful you are, how well you can take care of him. Jimin knows it, too, which is why he lets go of your wrists and runs his hands—which are warm, likely from wearing mittens—up and down the backs of your thighs. “You’ve been so nice to me. I-I want to take care of you.”

Jimin hums, and it’s more beautiful than any melody you’ve ever heard. “Mmhm.” He says, and one hand brushes over your clothed core. You shiver. “Want to submit to me?” He asks, then begins kneading your ass. His touch is firm, reminding you of your place even as you tower over him.

“Please.” You gasp. “Please, sir.”

“Go get your collar.” Jimin answers, letting go of you. He leans back on his hands as you scurry to the nightstand and back. You kneel on the plush rug by Jimin’s feet, then present your collar to him with both hands. The dom accepts it from you, and you elongate your neck for his ease of access. Jimin plants his elbows on his knees, bending over you to fix the collar in place. “What’s your colour, baby?” The dom asks even though you both know how desperate you are already.

“Green, sir.”

“Good girl.” Jimin says, then stands up. You look up at him, face a few inches below his clothed cock. Jimin’s eyes darken. He knows what you want, and you both know he’s never denied it to you within limits. You wait patiently as the dom removes his pants, then his boxers and discards them on the floor. When Jimin sits down, you grab the warmed bottle of massage oil off the bed.

“May I begin, sir?”

“Yes.” Jimin answers, and even he sounds slightly breathless now.

You begin on his right leg, massaging his thigh dutifully. You work away at the knots caused by long hours, then down to his calf. “You have a talent for this.” Jimin praises you, carding a hand through your hair. Your face burns as you sit between his legs and serve him, but you feel so good, so useful. And Jimin is nothing if not vocal about it. “Such a quick learner. My good, smart girl.”

“Thank you.” You whisper as you finish massaging the right leg, then move to his left leg. You repeat your motions, slow and dutiful. As you work at one particular knot in the back of Jimin’s left calf, he sighs in relief. You smile and Jimin catches it.

“Feel good that you’re helping me?” He asks, and you look up at him. Jimin cups your face with one hand, looking down at you with love. It makes you want to cry in joy, but it also makes your vagina throb as you want to give yourself to him. But you tell yourself to be patient. You want to make Jimin feel good, and you know Jimin will return it tenfold to you in due time. “Massage my hips for me, baby. They’re a bit sore.”

You nod, putting a bit more oil on your hands. You place your hands on Jimin’s hips, running your thumbs along the groove of his V-line and pressing your fingers into his hips. You work at his hips until you end up down at his mons pubis and then lower, where a hard, heavy cock hangs between his legs. “C-Can I help you with that, too, sir?” You ask, and you surprise yourself with how whiny it comes out.

Jimin laughs at your politeness. “Of course, beautiful.”

You lick your lips, running your slicked hands over Jimin’s cock. You run your hands up and down the shaft, collecting pre-come to lubricate him further. You take the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around. Jimin groans above you, spilling praise from his lips. “Oh, that’s right. Just like that. So good, so perfect for me.”

His praise urges you to take him deeper until your nose presses against his mons pubis. You use your hands to cup his balls, massaging them gently. You work your way up and down the shaft, with Jimin’s ever-louder sighs and curses egging you on. You can feel the tightness in Jimin’s abdomen, the way he wants to come in your mouth. And you’d let him, oh how you’d let him.

But before he can come, Jimin pulls you off him. You look at him, confused. “Come here.” Jimin says, and you climb up into the bed. You eye his cock, but Jimin gives you a breathless chuckle. “You haven’t massaged my back yet, remember?” He reminds you. You blush, and Jimin beckons you closer with two fingers. You position yourself behind him, sitting with your thighs on either side of Jimin’s hips, and add more oil to your hands before massaging his shoulders.

Jimin sighs as you work away the tension, and his hands find your calves, stroking small circles into your skin. You’re halfway down Jimin’s back when he wraps his arms around your calves and pulls. You gasp as you end up with your clothed vagina against his bare ass. Jimin chuckles, and you know he can feel how wet you are. Flushing in embarrassment, you try to shuffle back, but your boyfriend holds you in place. “I think that’s enough for my back. Why don’t you come over to the front?” Jimin purrs, glancing at you over his shoulder. You gasp as he presses himself back against your soaked panties.

“Y-Yes sir.” You say, and Jimin releases your calves.

You crawl around Jimin, and the dom lays down. He folds his arms up behind his head, looking comfortable like he’s laying on a sunbed somewhere warm. “Get on my lap.” He says. “And take everything off.”

You remove the two articles you’re wearing in a heartbeat, then straddle your boyfriend’s hips. It’s a struggle to not push yourself down on the leaking cock tucked just behind your ass, since Jimin hasn’t given you permission to ride him yet.

You run your oiled hands up and down Jimin’s abdomen, over the hard ridges of his ribs and the plushness of his belly. Jimin looks at you for a moment, then grins. “You know, I’m not a big fan of this oil. Can we try something else for wetness?”

“L-Like?” You ask, but Jimin just holds his hands out to you. You flush, knowing what he wants.

You crawl closer, until you’re straddling Jimin’s face. “Oh, that’s much better.” He says, then breathes cool air onto your already throbbing clit. “Such a useful, useful girl I have.” Jimin says. Before you can thank him, he presses his tongue past the opening of your sopping wet hole. You whimper, almost collapsing but JImin holds you up with his strong grip. “So busy being useful you forgot you’re supposed to feel good, too, didn’t you?” He asks, looking up at you darkly. “But you’re always like that. Always thinking you have to do it all alone, even though I’m right here—” He says, then swirls his tongue around inside you. You cry out.

“Sorry! I’m sorry, sir!” You beg.

Jimin licks a stripe from your hole up to your clit. Then, he sucks at the bud until you’re shaking above him. “Are you? Are you going to let me put you in your place?”

“Yes, yes, sir!” You chant.

Jimin releases one hand from your hips, sliding it down the curve of your ass until it finds your hole. He presses two digits inside you, and you accommodate them easily. “Good girl.” He praises you, and you’re almost crying by now. You cry out his title. “Count.” He orders.

“T-Ten…N-Nine…” You count, trembling from the force of not coming from Jimin’s skillful lips against your most sensitive lips. “Eight…s-seven, oh—” You moan as Jimin nips at your inner fold, then releases it. Then, Jimin begins pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. “S-Six, five, four—” You continue as Jimin eggs you on.

“T-Three, oh, two, one—” You pant heavily.

“Now.” Jimin orders and tears fall from your eyes and you shake so hard from your orgasm that he has to hold you up. “Good girl. That’s my girl.” He praises you, turning you so you can lay down against the bed.

“Yours. Yours.” You repeat hazily as Jimin arranges himself above you. He plants his hands on either side of your waist, then kisses you long and deep.

“Colour?” He checks.

“Green, please, sir.” You say, guiding his hand up to your collar. “Yours, please, sir.” You all but babble. Jimin beams with pride.

“That’s right. All mine.” Jimin says, kissing at your hardened nipples, then down to your belly. With one hand, he begins rubbing at your clit again. He works you back up until you’re whiny and grinding against him for another orgasm. “Would my good girl like my cock?” Jimin asks, even though he knows the answer.

“Yes!” You answer immediately.

“Where?” Jimin teases. You reach down and spread your outer folds, not caring how messy you look right now. Jimin’s gaze darkens. “Right here? In your pretty hole?” He asks, sliding two fingers back into you. You whine as he wiggles the fingers inside you until the room is full of wet sounds.

“Yes, please. W-Want your cock, sir.” You beg, clenching around his fingers.

Jimin withdraws his fingers, then lines himself up to your entrance. You both moan as he bottoms out within seconds from how soaked and loose you are. “Where do you feel that, baby?” Jimin asks, more for his pride than any other reason.

You place a hand on your belly. “Right here.” You say. “All full.”

“Yeah?” Jimin says, gripping your thighs and pushing them further apart. He thrusts in and you have to fight not to come right then and there.

“Yeah.” You whimper. “W-Want your come right there.”

“I know.” Jimin coos at you. “You need your hole nice and full, don’t you? Need to fill up your pretty belly with my seed so you remember who you belong to. So you can quit. Trying. To do. Everything. By yourself.” Jimin says, punctuating his words with long and deep strokes that have your back arching off the bed.

“P-Please sir.” You whine. “Your seed. Please.”

“Gonna come again already?” Jimin asks, knowing your body well. When you reply yes and plead him for permission, Jimin leans down and kisses your forehead. “Hold on a bit more, you can do it.”

“Y-Yes. Yes. Anything you say!” You say, feeling cock drunk. It doesn’t take more than that, only a few more pumps until Jimin’s hips are stuttering from the way you clench him desperately—even as he’s moving.

“Rub your clit.” Jimin orders, and you reach down, rubbing hard and fast. Within seconds, Jimin is slamming into you one last time, filling you with his hot seed. You come hard around him a second time, but Jimin isn’t done there. He pulls you up, making you squeal. You whine as your positions reverse, with you on top and Jimin laying down. “You can come around me one more time, since you were such a good, good girl.” He praises, entangling a hand in your hair. His grip is firm but not painful.

“Thank you, sir.” You reply gratefully, running your fingers over your clit. There’s something exhilarating about being stuffed full of come and getting to put yourself on display with it. You make a show of pushing yourself to a third orgasm around Jimin, his seed making both of your thighs sticky and gooey.

“Show yourself to me again.” Jimin demands, and you spread your folds to him again. The dom growls. “Such a pretty cunt. Who owns that?”

“You, sir!”

“That’s right.” Jimin replies. “Gonna come again for me? My good girl, making a mess with my seed?”

“Yes, please!” You all but scream.

“What a pretty fucking girl. I want to give you my come again and again, until you can feel a baby growing where I put my seed. You would love that, wouldn’t you? Being shown off to everyone as the pretty, obedient girl I got to knock up and to take care of?”

“Yes, oh, please—” You’re crying again, almost insane with the thought of being protected and taken care of by Jimin. You’re so deep into your subspace by now all you can think of is how safe and good you feel right now. “Please, all yours—”

“Come.”

The single word sends you over the edge, and you tremble around him a third time. You lay down on top of Jimin with his cock still inside you. The dom wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “So sweet. My perfect baby.” He praises you, peppering kisses on your temple and forehead.

“Thank you. Thank you sir.” You repeat over and over, and Jimin holds you tight.

Once you’re ready, Jimin slides out of you. You roll onto the sheets, but Jimin doesn’t give you time to get lazy. “Come on, we need to shower.” He says, pulling you up into his arms bridal style. You squeal, tucking your chin over his shoulder.

Jimin helps you shower, particularly gentle with your hips and legs as he knows they’re sore now. He helps you dress in your pyjamas. Then, he lifts you onto the counter, insisting on doing your skincare routine for you. You giggle but let him help you, knowing he likes to spoil you like this. Once you’re done, you hold your arms out to be carried back to bed. Jimin laughs, kissing you again.

“Oh, you’re a real menace.” Jimin complains dramatically, setting you down in the armchair a few paces from the bed. You grin up at him, and Jimin strokes a hand down the side of your face lovingly. “I’ll be right back.” He says.

You watch him leave the room, then return with two granola bars and a bottle of water. “I know you ate, but just in case.” Jimin says, watching you open the snacks. While you eat and drink water, your boyfriend changes the bedsheets and blows out the candles. Once he’s done with that, you join him in bed. Jimin envelopes you in his arms, kissing your forehead softly.

“That wasn’t too much for you, was it?” He checks.

“No, not at all.” You say, feeling shy when Jimin looks at you with that intense look—like he’d do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and safe. “Thank you.” You add.

Jimin smiles. “You’re welcome, my love.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, my baby.”

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spiderlilyserendipity · 6 months

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Omg my fav Hobi writer just replied,,,,, ahhhhhhhhh I love ur fics 💕💕💕

emerald green jhs (NSFW)

jung hoseok x female reader

genre: established relationship, smut, d/s

tags: dom/sub, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, lingerie, sir kink, hoseok calls reader feminine terms (princess and baby girl), aftercare

word count: 2.4k

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you're a menace and you know it. the last few weeks have been exhausting for you and your boyfriend hoseok. you work long hours at your job, sat behind a desk typing away and running to and from meetings that all feel like they could've just been emails instead. you even have a new boss who has an even bigger ego than the last and is always pushing you to work harder. although in a much different line of work, hoseok isn't much different. there have been big changes at hoseok's label recently and although he still gets to do his job the way he likes, there have been internal changes. the staff that have supported hoseok's music for years have shifted and it's frustrated hoseok to try and make up for the gaps all on his own. you both agree that change is good if done well. you both are doing your best to support each other. but to be honest, you're impatient now. frankly, it's been a while since you and hoseok have had sex. in fact, you and hoseok hardly even kiss anymore, too focused on work and your exhaustion to even greet each other hello and goodbye properly. tonight's the night where you'll change that. hoseok is out at a friend of a friend's wedding, having tagged along with jimin just for the sake of it. everyone likes a party after working nonstop right? jimin had even invited you to come with, saying his friend didn't mind at all! but you had chosen to stay home, lying about an appointment in the morning that would cause you to be late for the afternoon ceremony. instead, you're sitting on the edge of your and hoseok's bed. you're wrapped in a fluffy white towel from the bathroom, having just come out of the shower. your hair is blow dried, and you giggle excitedly at the shopping bag in front of the full length mirror. hoseok is going to lose his mind when he sees this! you strip of the towel and pull out the set of lingerie you stepped out and bought this afternoon when the boys had left for the wedding. it's a lacy white bra and panty set. the saleswoman definitely thought you were a bride to be from the fact that it was pure white, but you certainly aren't. you and hoseok are steady and serious, having been together a few years now. you're sure hoseok will propose eventually when work and life circumstances align. but why not give him a taste of what the big day will be like now? you pull the lacy panties on first, admiring how the translucent fabric fits the curve of your ass and hips so good. you know hoseok loves that, and really you do, too. your body is beautiful. you smile to yourself in the mirror as you put on the bra, loving how the cups push your breasts up. the lace is so thin your nipples show, hard and protruding through the innocent white sheen. you squeeze your breasts, biting your lip as you imagine someone else's hands there. hoseok's long and nimble fingers, always working you up, pulling you apart so gracefully. last but not least, you put on one of hoseok's long white tees, so long it brushes your mid thighs. "perfect." you whisper. right as you're finishing up, you hear the door open. "baby, i'm home!" hoseok's voice calls from the door. you yawn loudly and squint your eyes as you make your way downstairs, pretending to have woken up. "oh, you're home?" you ask in a sleepy voice, as if you hadn't been in the shower until ten minutes ago, shaving to look pretty for him. hoseok smiles at you from the sofa. he opens his arms wide for you as you come over. shamelessly, your eyes take down his body. he's dressed in a fitted black suit, one tailored to fit the strong muscles of his chest and the protruding muscles of his thighs. he spreads his legs wider as he assesses your half dressed form, undoubtedly a little turned on at the sight of you wearing his shirt. "c'mere." he says in a low voice and you don't waste a second before you straddle in his lap. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into a hug. "did you shower before bed?" he asks, pulling back to give you a kiss. "i did." you say, shifting just a little in his lap. just enough so he wouldn't notice. then,

you whisper into his ear. "do i smell sweet, sir?" hoseok's hands release your waist and come down to grip your ass. "ah. i should've known you had a plan." he tuts, laughing under his breath. you gasp as he tightens his grip on you more. "did you touch yourself in the shower, princess?" "no, sir." you promise him, pulling back to look him in the eye. you're a bit above him since you're in his lap, making hoseok tilt his head back to look at your face. but even with his head resting against the sofa, hoseok looks entirely relaxed. he's in control. and you both know it. feeling bold tonight, you guide one of his hands off your ass and down between your legs. "sir can feel if he doesn't believe me." a smack to your clothed heat makes you jump. "are you giving me orders now?" hoseok asks in a cheerful voice, but his eyes are dark with lust. "have you forgotten who you belong to in the few weeks since i touched you?" "no, sir. i just want you to believe me." you say, lowering your gaze. "if you want me to believe you, you have to behave, Y/N. if you're going to be impolite, then i won't unwrap the cute little gift you're wearing tonight to rile me up. and then your little surprise would be a failure, right?" hoseok says, leaving a little kiss on your neck when he's done. you shudder at the touch. "i will behave." "of course! that's my good girl." hoseok says, all cheerful again. his eyes glitter fondly as he taps your chin. his grin grows as he notices you eyeing the rings on his hand. "oh? what's that? is someone getting greedy?" he laughs mockingly at you when you shake your head. "you're so eager tonight. i've ignored my pretty girl too much huh? bet you just wanted me to bend you over and use you up every day when i came home from work. wanted me to take my frustration out but you just didn't know how to say it, right? so you waited until sir left the house to buy pretty panties just for me to ruin." he explains this slowly, his hands moving down to cup your breasts. he kneads them roughly, making you shudder at the touch. when you don't answer, he says your name sharply. "y/n. i let it slide once already, but you know when i ask you something you answer me verbally. if you forget again you will be punished." you gasp. "no sir! no! i don't want to be punished. i wanted to come so badly for so long please don't edge me!" hoseok pulls you close until your chest is flush against his. you wriggle helplessly as your sensitive nipples rub simultaneously against the rough lace and the fabric of hoseok's blazer. all you want is his skin on yours. "colour." he says, no teasing in his tone when he looks at you now. you sniffle, unaware that you had gotten worked up so easily. "green." hoseok's gentle hands wipe the tears. he kisses your forehead. "good girl." he says, before gathering you in his arms and standing. you wrap your legs around him as his hands grip your thighs. you wrap your arms around his neck and pepper little kisses all over his face. you can't help that you're so needy, you just missed these moments so badly. the moments where hoseok made you feel the most vulnerable but also the safest and happiest woman alive. hoseok sets you on the bed lightly, then turns and closes the door. he takes his blazer off, watching you lay in his shirt and your white panties. "are you a bride?" he jokes, now unbuttoning the white dress shirt underneath the blazer. earlier in the day, the saleswoman had asked you the same question. but the implication is completely different here, and you blush. "i said," hoseok comes to sit at the edge of the bed. his arms cage you in, his long bangs hanging down. "are you my bride, y/n?" "i-if sir wants." you stutter breathlessly. "so honest when you need me, huh?" hoseok teases, kissing you again. "did all the wedding talk get you excited, hmm? want me to doll you up and show everyone that you're mine? my sweet bride?" when you cover your face in embarrassment, hoseok pulls your hands back. his smile is softer now, a little bit awestruck. "you really want that?" you nod.

"yeah." his eyes darken again. "up on your knees. take your shirt off slowly." you do so, and his eyes rake down your body as he watches. "turn around and face the mirror." you do as you're told. hoseok comes to kneel behind you on the bed, slotting a muscular thigh in between your legs. you whine as your heat presses against his hard muscle. behind you, you can already feel him getting hard. he's partly shirtless but still dressed while you're nearly naked. he loves the contrast and so do you. you love knowing who you belong to. "colour?" "green." hoseok's hands pinch at your nipples, twisting them and making you moan. you whine as he wraps one arm around your waist and uses his free hand to continue his ministrations on your nipples. you wriggle in his strong bold but you both know you love being restricted by your sir. "so wet. always so needy." hoseok chastises as he rubs you over the lace. you throw your head back against his shoulder, panting. he just laughs as he starts sucking hickeys on your neck in tandem with his rubbing. "please sir. please. i've been so good." "i know. such a good girl." hoseok praises, admiring his own work in the mirror. you watch your own chest heave in the mirror, already darkening marks on your neck. you will have to cover those when you go to work, but it doesn't matter right now. nothing matters except hoseok's touch. "sir. please." you are nearly crying now from how needy you are, so pent up. hoseok gives you gentle kisses. "one second, baby." you can hardly focus as you hear hoseok undressing behind you. it almost feels like you're waking up from a long haze when his strong chest touches yours. skin on skin, his skin just as hot as yours. but hoseok never shows how eager he is, not like you. because being in control is hoseok's skill. "let's get these off." he says, and you hurriedly take your panties off. with the cold air of the bedroom hitting your vagina, you feel like you're burning under hoseok's intense stare. "what's that, princess?" he asks, fingers dropping down to something sticking out of your hole. a toy. he pulls the toy out in one smooth movement, revealing a plug with an emerald green gem on the end piece. hoseok laughs disbelievingly. "oh?" "green is your favourite colour." you reply although it comes out more as a needy whine. you both know you're already falling into your headspace. it wouldn't be long until you got too overwhelmed to talk at all, only whines and moans as hoseok took over. in one swift movement, hoseok has two fingers buried inside you. you gasp at the familiar feeling, loving the stretch. "oh! oh, sir!" you cry out. hoseok's other hand comes to rub at your clit. "so needy. so eager to be all mine. even bought a plug that was sir's favourite colour." "yes, yes!" you cry out. "please can i have you?" hoseok's fingers leave abruptly, and soon his cock is lining up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, giving you time to adjust. he moves to the edge of the bed, spreading his legs slightly. you hook your thighs overtop. in the mirror, his cock inside of you shows. with every little movement, the two of you can see it go in and out of you. you're so wet your arousal glistens on your thighs, as do hoseok's rings in the low light as he rubs your clit. "want it that bad? then take it." he says and you burst into action. you ride hoseok as hard as you can, skin slapping on skin and wet sounds filling the room as he goes in and out of you. hoseok stretches you wide, making you feel used up but in the best way possible. and you know you're all his as he whispers praises in your ear. "so sweet. good girl. so wet, keep going baby." "sir!" you cry out as you feel yourself slow down. "fuck," hoseok growls, lifting you up again. he manhandles you onto the bed so that you're laying down. he enters you again, pushing your thighs up and holding them back so he can enter you deeper. he sets a rough pace, making you pant in pleasure. "hoseok, baby, please!" you scream, momentarily forgetting the scene. he buries his head in your shoulder,

moving his hands to plant them on either side of you. your hands grip his shoulders like a lifeline. you feel pleasure everywhere. "c-can i come?" you ask hoseok. "yes, baby. come for me. come." hoseok tells you eagerly, reaching down to rub your clit. the two of you come together, you clenching around him as he shoots his seed into you. you sigh into hoseok's hair, pressing a kiss there. "thank you, sir." he kisses your collarbone in return. "anything for you, y/n." the two of you get cleaned up together in the shower. hoseok smiles at you fondly as you dress in regular panties and throw on one of his shirts again after. the two of you curl up under the covers, you between his strong arms. you always get needy after a scene, but hoseok knows you better. he knows how to make you feel safe. "hey, hobi?" "yes, y/n?" "i love you." "love you too."

A/N: this is my first time writing smut haha hope u guys enjoyed it! my requests are open for any writing ideas :) see u next time

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spiderlilyserendipity · 9 months

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Safe and Sound 🔞🔞🔞🖤🖤🖤

Summary: You have a hot neighbour, Jeon Jungkook. It starts out as a little crush, then turns into something more. Can you keep your feelings a secret?

WC: 5522 (5.5k)

Tags: jungkook x reader, neighbours au, shared wall between bedrooms, dom!JK, sub!reader, teasing, JK has a title (owner), multiple orgasms (f. recieving), vibrator use, mild breathplay, creampie, aftercare king JK, implied happy ending

Warnings: Unprotected sex (be careful!)

A/N: Sorry for disppearing randomly everyone, I am in fact alive LOL. I come with JK smut as a peace offering. Requests open. Okay enjoy :-)

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It starts out pure, as most things do.

His name is Jeon Jungkook, and he’s your neighbour. The two of you have lived beside each other for a few months now and he has never given you any grief. Aside from that, you know little about him. He looks like a superstar: long hair that he keeps tied back neatly, a sleeve of tattoos, and a nonchalant vibe to him. He isn’t a superstar—you googled him the same day you met him to make sure. He tells you in the elevator he works in the music industry, a producer. He asks about what you do, and you keep it short and simple because you’re nervous and you don’t want to make your little crush seem bigger than it is.

He looks thirty at least, but when he smiles, his face turns younger. He has laugh lines despite his youth, and dimples. He works long hours, and when he comes home, he often looks exhausted. Despite that, Jeon Jungkook is polite to all the neighbours and does not make much fuss. He works out in the apartment’s gym, mostly using weights. He’s not always there when you are, likely adjusting his workout times to his schedule. Sometimes you run into him when he’s warming up, and he nods to you. Other times, he’s concentrating on counting his reps and you take the time to eye his glorious muscles. But your favourite times are when he’s boxing.

You tell yourself not to be weird about it, but there’s just something about the sport (or rather, Jungkook engaging in it) that makes your stomach turn. It always goes the same way: he warms up first, wraps his hands, then starts. It’s light punches at first, then kicks, then faster hits. You watch him from your treadmill through the reflection of the window in front of you. He never notices you looking, assuming you’re focusing on the music you’re listening to (you’re not listening to anything). You suppose your crush broils down to the paradox between Jungkook’s nature and his cool exterior. After all, there are many men who put effort into looking cool and then ruin it by opening their mouths. On the flip side, there are men who are sweet but can’t keep a woman’s attention for the life of them.

Jeon Jungkook has the best of both worlds, and from what you’ve seen, he’s single. A couple years older than you and with a very different aesthetic, you don’t know how well it would work. But that’s the point of a crush: the less you know about them, the more you like them.

So you resign yourself to just watching him from afar. A few times, you and Jungkook finish exercising at the same time. It’s the same conversation every time, small talk in the elevator. Then you get to your front door, and he smiles at you one last time before unlocking his own. He disappears, and you go on with your life.

Until you come to a startling conclusion: the two of you share a bedroom wall.

The realization comes to you at midnight one Thursday, at the brink of a long weekend. You don’t hear the sound of Jungkook’s door open, nor are you awoken by the quiet voices. But what does wake you is the thud right next to your bed.

Your eyes fly open, your mind immediately racing. Did something fall? Is there an earthquake?!

Then, you hear the woman moan. “Oh, please.” She whimpers, and you feel your face flush. Oh.

“Please, what?” It’s Jungkook. His voice is muffled through the wall, deep and raspy but you recognize him nonetheless. You flush harder, pulling your blankets in tighter. “You have to be polite, sweetheart.”

“Please, sir. Please fuck me.” The woman concedes. You hear the rustle of fabric against the wall as someone moves against it. The woman’s pants draw closer to your head, and you hold your breath. Jungkook has pulled the woman over, pressing her against the wall.

“Mmm, hmm.” Jungkook says, sounding very pleased. “That’s better. But you know I won’t let you have your way, right?”

The woman murmurs something in response, and another smack resonates. You flinch at the sound, but the woman moans. “You can’t just please, sir your way into what you want every time.” Jungkook hisses, sounding perfectly cruel. “You know damn well I have a trip with my friends that I have to leave for in the morning. So why the fuck are you here now?”

“I missed you.” The woman admits.

Jungkook scoffs. “So you ask my friend for my address and show up unannounced without panties under your dress?” You can hear the scowl in his voice. Another smack and the woman’s pants grow louder.

“You like it.” She says.

At that, Jungkook says nothing for a moment. Then, you hear a low chuckle. “Don’t push it.” He warns in a soft voice. Unconsciously, you swallow. You hear the clink of a belt, and then the woman giggles. Another smack and her giggling is cut short.

Footsteps move away from the wall, then the woman calls out. “Ugh, why are you getting a condom?”

Even though you don’t mean to, you find yourself straining to hear Jungkook’s answer. “Why would I give a little whore like you my come?” Jungkook says with a laugh, as if he’s talking about the weather. At that second, your traitorous brain decides to remind you of the time you made Jungkook laugh with a pun about the weather.

“I must be crazy.” You mutter to yourself, throwing your blankets off. You reach for your night stand, rummaging through it for your ear plugs. “Boundaries, Y/N. Boundaries.” You mutter, shoving the ear plugs in as far as they’ll go. Then, you roll to the side away from the wall and concentrate on your breathing until you fall asleep.

But as your brain would have it, you dream of one thing: a set of hands. The right one is tattooed and the left is bare, the fingers long with beautiful nail beds. You dream about those hands being wrapped before boxing, the strong hits against the punching bag. A polite smile flashes in your mind, and then a much less polite set of words coming out of the mouth. Little whore.

***

Morning comes, and you do your best to get your mind off the events of last night. You tell yourself it’s normal to overhear a conversation or two while living in an apartment building. You tell yourself it’s perfectly normal for a grown man like Jungkook to bring a woman home, to indulge in whatever consensual pleasure he enjoys. Most importantly, you keep a steel grip over the butterflies in your belly. A crush is one thing, but having sexual thoughts about someone who has never so much as flirted with you is inappropriate.

“Oh, let me.”

You freeze in the doorway. You’re fighting with your front door, trying to get it to stay open so you can lug your suitcase out. At that moment, Jungkook comes out of his own apartment. He’s freshly showered, his hair still wet. He smiles at the sight of you struggling, then easily pulls the door open the rest of the way. As he comes closer, you smell his soap and aftershave and try not to die on the spot. You can’t even hide your expression, because Jungkook is looking directly down at you, smiling. Who knew a man with such an innocent smile could say such nasty things?

“Something wrong?” Jungkook asks, his smile faltering for a second. Then, he looks down at your suitcase. “Oh, is it stuck?” He guesses, his hand brushing over yours. You watch him pick up the suitcase that was requiring your whole body to pull with one hand. “Ah, the back wheels stick a bit, don’t they?” He says, chuckling softly.

Little whore. The words echo in your mind.

Fucking shut up. You tell yourself, then smile at him. “Yes, they do.” You force a laugh. “I think it’s time for me to invest in a new one.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jungkook says, laugh lines appearing on his face. Then, his eyes glance over your sundress and sandals. “Are you heading somewhere for the long weekend?” He asks, and you swear for a second his eyes linger on your collarbones.

You fight a blush, then nod. “My friends and I are going to the beach. We’ll drive down this morning, have a picnic down there. That’s actually what the suitcase is for, I made snacks. Well, it’s not all snacks, there’s some clothes because we’re going to visit my hometown and spend the rest of the weekend there. I haven’t been in a while, but I really miss my parents, so I’ll probably get them souvenirs from the beach before—” You stop yourself short when you realize Jungkook’s smile is growing wider. Your face feels hot. You hope you’re not blushing, but from the look on Jungkook’s face, you are. There’s no way Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s doing to you.

“A-Anyway. I’ll leave you be. I’m sure you have to leave soon, too.” You say.

Jungkook raises a brow. “How do you know I’m going somewhere?”

You know damn well I have a trip with my friends that I have to leave for in the morning.

The two of you just look at each other for a moment, and at this point, Jungkook doesn’t even bother to hide his amusement. “Well, just a guess.” You flounder. “It’s the long weekend, after all. Why wouldn’t you go somewhere?” You say.

“Mmm hmm.” Jungkook says. Then, he purses his lips. “Have you been keeping tabs on me, Miss Y/N?”

“No.” You mean it—you might have googled him that one time but you have never looked up the man’s socials or anything. You don’t even have his number, so of course it would be a violation of privacy to follow him uninvited. The problem is that you say it a little too fast, which makes you look like a liar even if you aren’t.

Jungkook takes a step closer, and you swallow. You step backward, hitting the now-closed front door. He chuckles. Don’t push it. You’re reminded. “Do I make you nervous, Miss Y/N?” Jungkook asks, even though he knows the answer. “Or is there something else you’d like to tell me?” His eyes glint with the answer, but you refuse to acknowledge it. If you say you heard him last night, he’ll definitely think you’re a pervert.

“No, not at all.” You say, side stepping him. “Have a good trip!” You say without looking back, then beeline with your half-broken suitcase for the elevators. In your rush, you miss the smug expression on Jungkook’s face and the way his eyes flicker down your body.

***

The trip goes fine, or as fine as it can go in your circumstances. You try to sing along to your friends’ playlists to distract yourself, but the only thing that comes to mind is Jungkook. You try your best to make sense of it. You’re not a virgin by any means, but it has admittedly been a while since you dated or slept with someone. Jungkook is handsome and polite, but there is a third important factor: you see him often. You see him around, and although you two aren’t friends, you feel comfortable for that reason.

That’s all it is. Familiarity. You aren’t crazy for him, you don’t even know if he has a girlfriend. You’ve never so much as sat down and had a cup of coffee with the man. He’s just a really handsome man and you’re an extraordinarily single woman. End of story.

But still, as the day drags on you keep thinking about him. There’s a certain tenseness to you, throughout the picnic and even when you visit your parents’ house. You’re not sick, you’re not hurting. But there’s a tension you don’t have a name for, and only Jungkook’s face seems to ease it.

It’s not until you’re home that you realize what that tension is: sexual frustration. You need an orgasm.

You push off your frustration for a bit longer, choosing to get a little bit done. You cook dinner for yourself and carefully select which photos to post on your Instagram, and make plans with your friends to meet up again next week.

But as the night draws closer, your frustration hits a peak. You need an orgasm badly.

So you try the old-fashioned method: your vibrator and porn. You pick a random video with a semi-good thumbnail and put your earbuds in. The man in this video talks dirty to the woman, but for whatever reason, you’re not turned on by it. The tone of his voice is all wrong, and he says the words like he’s reading off a script. He doesn’t care about her pleasure as much as he does the camera. He doesn’t mean it.

Little whore.

You gasp, opening your eyes. You turn off your vibe, setting it aside. You’re losing your mind, you really are. What kind of a pervert gets off to someone who has absolutely zero interest in them? You’re insane.

So you try again with the vibrator, this time without the video. You use your imagination this time. You imagine your ideal man—muscular and handsome. He’s rough in the right ways, but knows what you need and what your limits are. He calls you filthy words and makes you work for your own orgasm, and when you obey him perfectly, he will reward you with a sweet title. He’ll tease and touch you, but he’ll give you what you want if you’re patient. If you’re not, his big, calloused hands will come down on your ass. But if you behave, he’ll slip one tattooed finger inside—

“Fuck.” You gasp, cutting off your own orgasm. You groan, tipping your head back against the pillow. You just did it again. You whine, setting your vibe aside. You want an orgasm so badly, but not an unethical one like this.

You try one last time, turning the vibe back on. You can feel yourself growing wetter by the second, and your hips rut up on their own. But you don’t want that, you don’t want the freedom of doing whatever. You want the discipline of someone’s hands pinning your hips down, someone’s mouth controlling when and if your clit gets stimulated.

“Please, please.” You whisper, trying to dissuade your own mind from thinking of Jungkook. You feel the high building, and you’re wet from all the edging. You slip a finger inside yourself, but it’s just not enough. You need someone to fill you up properly and rub your clit for you, not a stupid toy and your own fingers. At this point, you’re all but crying with frustration. This isn’t how you want it to happen, this isn’t how it should go. But you’re high strung and you’ll take any orgasm you can get at this point. “Fill me, fill me—”

Your quiet begging is cut off by a loud clatter on the other side of the wall.

You hiss. You snap the vibe off, tipping your head back. Even at the brink of pleasure, only one name crosses your mind: Jungkook. Jungkook is home, and you need to make sure he doesn’t hear you.

“Fuck.” You hear him curse, then his footsteps draw closer to your head. A beat of silence, and you think he must have picked up whatever he dropped and left. At least, you want that to be the case, because you don’t know how long you can hold out. So you turn your vibe back on, but before you can put it back against you, your doorbell rings.

You smack your head against your pillow, wishing you could knock yourself out. You’re crying now, and you’re wetter than ever. You need this orgasm, but some fucking asshole has to show up right this instant and bother you.

You pull your panties and shorts back on, then pull your baggy shirt down. You’re not wearing a bra, but you don’t particularly plan on opening the door anyway so you just head over. You look through the peephole, and the sight all but takes your breath away. It’s Jungkook.

“Y/N.” Jungkook drops the formality, knocking against the door. “I know you’re there.”

You take a deep breath. Surely, he didn’t hear you, right? He’s not going to think of you as some pervert, right? You tug down your shirt more to cover your tiny shorts. No, surely Jungkook just wants something simple. A cup of sugar, the new hours for the apartment gym, etc. So you open the door. You pretend to yawn, but Jungkook’s sharp gaze cuts you off. Immediately, his eyes flicker down your body. You’re sure he can see your hardened nipples through the shirt, and the high rise of your shorts.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, like he is trying not to lose his mind. Your heart thuds in your chest. “Did I interrupt something?” He asks. You hate that habit of his, asking questions he knows the answers to.

“No.” You lie bluntly, and a muscle quivers in Jungkook’s jaw.

“Can I come in, then?” He asks. You watch his eyes roam your face, taking in the flush of your face and the half-dried tears.

“No.” You answer.

“You said you weren’t doing anything.” Jungkook says, taking a step inside. You inhale sharply. Without looking behind him, Jungkook closes the door and locks it. “Am I wrong?” He challenges you.

You can’t take it anymore. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“What?” Jungkook asks, a slight smile on his lips.

You look down at his baggy black t-shirt and skinny jeans, at his sleeve tat. You’re too close right now, less than a foot between you. He looks down at you with a darkness in his eyes you’ve never seen, and it drives you insane. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, looking him in the eye. “I didn’t listen in on you and your girlfriend on purpose. You just woke me up.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Is all Jungkook says, but his eyes hone in on your tear-stained face. “Is that why you’ve been crying?”

“No, I—” You want to cry again when he asks you. Jungkook cups your face, holding you steady. You take a step closer and dig your hands into the fabric of his shirt. “I want to come, but I shouldn’t.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks.

You start to cry again. “Because I keep thinking of you and I shouldn’t.”

At your confession, Jungkook hisses like you burned him. “You can’t let yourself come because you keep thinking of me?” He reiterates, wiping your tears. You nod. He chuckles darkly, and you feel yourself slipping into his control. “What if I gave you permission? Would you like to come then?” He asks, his voice low and soft. You feel reassured at his words.

“Yes, please.” You whisper.

“Yes, please, what?” Jungkook has a glint in his eye now that tells you his own self-control is slipping, but he won’t make the first move unless you let him.

“Please, owner.” You cry, and Jungkook seals your lips with a kiss. In a heartbeat, Jungkook’s shoes are off and his hands are all over you. He kisses you like he wants to eat you alive, and you’re so needy that all you can do is whimper into his mouth. You let him pull you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his middle. He walks you to the bedroom, undoubtedly knowing which side of the house it’s on by now. He sets you down on the edge of your bed, kissing you.

“Take everything off, baby.” Jungkook orders, and you have never wanted to obey a man so badly in your life.

You stand up since it’s easier to strip like that. Meanwhile, Jungkook takes your vibe in his hand, smirking at it. “This little thing is all you have?” He laughs at it. You flush as you come to stand between his spread legs. You press your thighs together, turned on by the fact that you’re completely naked while Jungkook is dressed.

Jungkook pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your hips. He looks up at you, then kisses along your belly and hips. You wriggle, and Jungkook digs his fingers into your ass, holding you still. He glances up at you, eyes full of lust, then smacks your ass. You gasp, loving the feeling even though you know he means it as a warning. Jungkook then pulls the back of your thighs, and you take it as your hint to straddle him. Once on his lap, Jungkook kisses along your neck and collarbone. He chuckles as you sigh against him, then takes one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks at it and fondles the other side. It takes everything in you not to grind down on him.

“Such small hands, too.” Jungkook says once both of your nipples have been sucked. You follow his gaze to where your hands are resting on his chest. Belatedly, you realize your right middle finger is still wet from fingering yourself. “Poor thing, no wonder you were begging to be filled.” Jungkook mocks you.

“Owner.” You say breathlessly.

“What, whore?” Jungkook says, then leans back. You watch him take off his shirt. He smirks at you ogling his muscles, then smacks your other ass cheek. “Don’t be a greedy slut, you’ll get what I give you. Now bend over my lap.” He orders, and you follow suit. You whine at the sensation of Jungkook’s denim against your already wet pussy, but Jungkook doesn’t care for your complaints. He kneads your ass with his hands, and you moan. “What do you like about me so much, anyway? Tell me.” He says.

“Y-Your hands.” You answer immediately, making Jungkook laugh. He slaps your ass twice, and you all but shake with the effort to not grind up against him. “S-So big. I w-wanted to feel them on me since I saw you boxing.”

“Ah, is that why I always see you at the gym these days?” Jungkook says in an exaggeratedly understanding voice. He slaps your ass again, harder.

“Yes, owner!” You cry out, clenching your thighs.

Jungkook chuckles. “How cute. You really are a greedy bitch. I don’t know how you went all these months without begging me to fuck you even once. It’s obvious you needed it.”

“I-I did, owner.” You say. Jungkook pulls your right leg out so that your thigh dangles over his knees. He rubs at your clit, making you whimper. You’re concentrating so hard on trying not to come that you miss Jungkook’s question. Jungkook slaps your pussy, making you focus. What else? “A-And your muscles are so nice, you look so strong. I wanted you to h-have your way with me.”

Jungkook laughs, slapping your pussy again. You feel your tears return at his teasing, bubbling up. “Is that so? Wanted me to make an example out of you, show everyone how I can make a needy whore like you do whatever I want?”

“Yes, owner!” You respond enthusiastically, and Jungkook rewards your honesty with a gentle rub to your reddened ass and then up your lower back. It almost feels like a massage, until you shift just slightly and feel Jungkook’s hard member right under your clit.

“Come.” Jungkook orders, turning the vibe on and pressing it to your clit.

“Owner, no!” You beg, and Jungkook stops instantly.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, making you turn your head to look back at him. Worry crosses his face. “Is it too much, baby?” He checks, and you shake your head.

“I wanna come with you.” You say, and Jungkook’s expression softens.

“I won’t give you just one, since you’re pent up.” Jungkook says in that same low and soft voice that makes you feel like you’re floating. You’re sure if you asked, Jungkook would have no problem going gentle on you, but his sweetness feels more valuable since you have had to earn it.

“Okay.” You say softly, feeling lost in Jungkook’s hold. Jungkook leans down, kissing your hair. Then, he turns the vibe back on and presses it to your clit. “Oh, fuck. Oh, owner.” You cry out, and reach back for Jungkook’s free hand. He gives it to you, and you hold it between both of yours like a lifeline. You press a kiss to the back of it as you come, shaking hard. Jungkook lets you ride it out, never so much as grunting when you dig your nails into his hand. He lets you lay there for a moment, catching your breath. Then, he helps you sit up.

“How was that, baby?” Jungkook checks, brushing the hair that’s stuck to your face away. You preen at his gentle touch, feeling proud to have met his standards.

“Good. Thank you, owner.” You say, and Jungkook beams. Then, you look down at his bulge. “Could I help you now?”

At that, Jungkook’s smile flickers. “Can you handle it? We don’t have to if it’s too much.” Jungkook makes sure you know, but you shake your head.

“Wanna make you feel good. Just for you.” You tell him.

Jungkook kisses your forehead. “Lay down then.”

You lay back against your pillow and Jungkook gets up. He unbuckles his belt, which alone makes your stomach flip in glee. He removes his jeans and then his underwear,

“Would you like to come from my fingers?” Jungkook coos at you, blatantly ignoring you writhing against him. He laughs as you clench and unclench, curving his fingers at the perfect angle. “You have to answer me to get what you want. I won’t give you anything if you’re greedy, you know.”

“I want to come. Please, owner. I want to.” You beg, and Jungkook turns the vibe off. You watch as he leans in, pressing his lips to your clit. He sucks at it while fingering you, then looks up at you. You come blindingly fast, purely from the knowledge that although Jungkook is technically pleasuring you, he still has all the power.

“That was fast. Did my little whore need it that bad?” Jungkook mocks you, running his thumbs over your hip bones. You shudder at his all too gentle touch, knowing damn well he could leave bruises if he wanted to. But he doesn’t because he knows you’d love that, and he won’t give you anything you want unless you show him proper respect.

“Yes, owner. Needed it.” You answer honestly, then let Jungkook help you into a sitting position. Jungkook holds you by the back of your neck, kissing you slow and deep. You sigh into his mouth as Jungkook uses his clean hand to rub at the knots at the base of your neck, quiet but attentive.

When you break off the kiss, you glance down at Jungkook’s hard cock. You lick your lips and Jungkook snorts. “Not right now.” He reads your mind. “I want to be inside you.” He says. You swallow at the thought of it.

Jungkook turns you around, positioning you so you’re on your knees. You whine as he wets his tip in your come, then slides in inch by inch. Both of you groan at the feeling of your overstimulated pussy clenching around him, wanting more. Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist, holding you flush against his chest. You rest your head back against his shoulder, and Jungkook gives you a minute to adjust to the feeling of him. When you’re ready, you squeeze his arm and Jungkook starts to pump in and out.

You whine, and Jungkook kisses your neck. “That’s it. So obedient.” He says, and the praise makes you groan. You reach down and take away the vibe from Jungkook’s free hand. You take his hand and guide it to your throat, making him hiss. You hold the vibe to your clit on your own, satisfied at being used. Jungkook lets you get away with taking charge, if only because he notices you clench harder around him when he presses on your throat just enough to make you lightheaded. Within a few minutes, Jungkook’s thrusts begin to lose their control, and grow faster and rougher. It gets to the point where Jungkook is all but holding you up, and his groans and pants are no stranger to you now.

“Would you like my come?” Jungkook asks with a slight laugh, still having the energy to tease you in this state.

“Yes, owner. Yes. Thank you so much.” You chant, and Jungkook tightens his hold on your throat just enough to make you lightheaded. You tip your head back against his shoulder, only able to concentrate on holding the vibe to your clit while Jungkook wraps his free arm around your waist. He uses his arm around your waist for leverage to fuck into you, and you have no shame in crying at this point as he uses you. You feel so full already, but you want his seed.

“Good girl, come.” Jungkook praises you, and that alone sends you over the edge. As you clench and shudder around him, Jungkook comes into you. The two of you end up back down on the bed, with Jungkook laying behind you. You let him tuck his chin over your shoulder, rubbing his hands along your sides to soothe you. “Good girl, so perfect.” He praises you, holding his come deep within you.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, owner.” You say in a desperate voice, your sub space overtaking your rational mind. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, however, smiling and peppering kisses against your neck.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit, okay?” He says and you hum in agreement.

The two of you lay for what feels like forever, and you’re so tired and satiated that you feel yourself starting to fall asleep. But that’s when Jungkook pulls out of you, reaching for the tissue box on the nightstand. “Here.” Jungkook whispers, wiping between your legs gently. When you whine from the overstimulation, Jungkook kisses you softly. “Do you want to shower now or after?” Jungkook asks.

“Now.” You say, but hold your arms out. Jungkook grins, his eyes crinkling. He lets you wrap your arms around his neck and carries you like a bride to the adjacent bathroom. He turns the shower on and helps you get in. You let him wash you down, cleaning your skin and hair. Jungkook takes his sweet time, humming under his breath as he works on you. When you’re both clean, Jungkook wraps a towel around his hips and then another around your body.

“Do you want to get dressed and I’ll change the sheets?” Jungkook asks. You can’t answer him, too deep into the feeling of being safe and doted on. Noticing this, Jungkook cups your face, kissing you. Then, he leads you back into the bedroom. You sit on your vanity chair, watching Jungkook rummage around your room for fresh sheets as if he’s always been there.

As if he’s always been there.

The thought is dangerous, even in your blissful state. Jungkook has other women, probably multiple. You can’t be stupid and think he only does this stuff with you. The thought makes your heart sink, getting in the way of the soft feeling in your head.

Eventually, Jungkook finds a fresh set of sheets on the top shelf of your closet. He strips the bed down and changes it, then throws the soiled sheets into the laundry basket in the bathroom. You even watch as he looks through your nightstand for disinfectant wipes for your vibrator, and cleans it off. Then, when he’s done everything, Jungkook opens his arms and lets you come over to him. You get into bed, cuddling into Jungkook’s arms. Jungkook pulls the covers over both of you, holding you close.

“Sorry.” You whisper. Even one word is hard to say, but you need to say it.

“Why?” Jungkook says, patting your head. You sigh against his chest. Even with your body wash on him, Jungkook still smells so much like himself.

“Y-Your girlfriend…” Is all you can get out, and Jungkook quickly pieces together what you mean.

“I don’t have one. She’s only an acquaintance.” Jungkook says, then pulls back to look at your face. His expression softens. “We can talk about all of this later. I’m not going anywhere.”

“No?” You ask.

“No.” Jungkook reiterates firmly. For good measure, he holds you tighter and you sigh. You love this feeling, love feeling taken care of. “Just relax and let me take care of you, baby. We can talk more later. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, and Jungkook continues to hold you close until you fall asleep. Safe and sound.

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spiderlilyserendipity · 1 year

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Three Years in the Making 🔞🔞🔞

Summary: You're fresh out of a breakup, and your roommates are getting on your nerves. What happens when you accidentally put on their clothes, and suddenly, all bets are off?

Tags: roommates au, dom!SJ, dom!JK, sub!Y/N, d/s elements but no proper discussions, unprotected sex (keep it wrapped y'all), threesome (duh), sub space, jealous JK, aftercare!!

A/N: painfully unedited, but i trust y'all to forgive me.

WC: 3674 (3.6K)

One thing about your roommates, they are painfully single, albeit for different reasons.

Jungkook is too busy playing games–both online and metaphorical– to really settle down with anyone. In the three years you have lived together, you can count on one hand the number of dates Jungkook has gone on. You suspect your friend could snag any girl he wants, if he really wanted to. After all, Jeon Jungkook is a feast for the eyes, all hard muscle and bold tattoos and a sculpted face to boot. But Jungkook is as romantic as all the above, and he is adamantly against things like blind dates set up by his friends. Unfortunately for Jungkook, he also doesn’t go out enough to meet someone “organically”.

Seokjin is also single, but for slightly different reasons. Like Jungkook, he’s a perfectionist, and that includes in his relationships as well. He has high standards, and he knows exactly what he wants. Mature and reliable, that’s Kim Seokjin for you. And like Jungkook, Kim Seokjin has a physique sculpted by Aphrodite herself. All wide shoulders, lithe figure, and a face that makes heads turn even in the most mundane places like a grocery store.

“How long are you going to mope?” Seokjin asks you, starting to lose his patience.

You push the cart down an aisle full of various chips and dips, ignoring Seokjin’s tone. “About?”

Seokjin sighs, catching up to you in a few quick steps. “About the breakup.” He says, not unkindly. “I mean, I get you really liked the guy, but you two only dated for six months, Y/N.”

“It wasn’t six months.” You feel defensive, grabbing a family sized pack of doritos. “We were friends for two years before then, Seokjin.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “That didn’t stop him from cheating on you.”

You freeze in your steps, and Seokjin nearly collides into you. He places his big hands on your shoulders, stabilizing himself. You kick backwards, hitting his shin. Seokjin yelps, making a few shoppers turn and look at him for new reasons.

“Y/N.” Seokjin says, voice pained. You pick up your speed, turning the corner sharply.

You can feel Seokjin’s guilty gaze on you the entire drive home. You can tell Seokjin wants to apologize, but at the end of the day, he knows you well enough to know you aren’t going to accept it right now.

When you arrive at home, Jungkook is waiting for the two of you in the underground parking lot. He smiles when he sees you. You throw your keys at him, which he catches, then storm off to the elevator. Seokjin and Jungkook could bring the groceries in.

You shut the door to your bedroom. You don’t want anyone to see you right now. Not to mention, you got up early this morning to run errands with Seokjin, and now it’s midday. You think you deserve a nap, even if it is a “mopey” nap as Seokjin would call it.

You strip your shirt and your bra off, changing into a baggy shirt you find in the laundry hamper near your closet. You can’t be bothered to remember whose it is right now, but your tired mind assumes it must be your ex’s. You take your pants off, too.

You climb into bed, telling yourself you aren’t going to cry, just take a small nap.

Then, you hear Seokjin and Jungkook’s voices down the hallway.

“Why can’t you just be honest with her?” Jungkook asks.

Seokjin sighs. “You know I can’t. You know we can’t.” He says.

You shut your eyes, trying to ignore their voices. You focus on your breathing instead, trying to sleep. An indefinite time later, your bedroom door opens. You’re half asleep now. You hear Seokjin call your name. You hum.

“It’s time for dinner. Come on.” Seokjin says, coming over to the edge of the bed. You smell the delicious scent of Seokjin’s home cooked meal wafting in from the hallway. You open your eyes just a crack.

Seokjin tugs on your duvet, trying to wake you. You groan, pulling the duvet back toward yourself. “Come on–” Seokjin says, pulling harder.

You let out a sound of surprise as he snatches the duvet back. A chill passes over you, forcing you to open your eyes. You expect Seokjin to look annoyed, but to your surprise, he looks stunned. His eyes aren’t on your face, however, trailing down your body.

You frown, looking down at yourself. The baggy shirt has ridden up, revealing your black lace panties and a slip of your stomach. A moment that feels like infinity stretches out between the two of you, where you see Seokjin–usually an unfaltering gentleman–shamelessly eyes your thighs and hips.

Then, the moment breaks. Seokjin swallows audibly. “Why are you wearing my shirt?” He asks, sounding like a man who hasn’t had a drop of water in weeks.

“G-Get out!” You yell, and you don’t have to tell Seokjin twice. Seokjin spins on his heel, walking out of the room like a robot with a toy key.

You fluster, hopping out of bed. You grab the first pair of sweatpants in the laundry hamper, throwing them on. Then, you go to the bathroom, freshening up. You try hard to ignore the moment that just passed, but something in your lower belly churns as you recall how Seokjin looks at you.

Like he wanted to eat you whole.

Don’t be stupid. You tell yourself. This is Seokjin. He would never look at you like that.

Once you gather your bearings, you make your way down the hall to the living room. Seokjin is setting the table, and you see Jungkook stirring a pan of stir-fry. You watch for a moment, taking in Jungkook–or rather, his arms. His tattooed arm rests on the counter, but his left hand expertly flicks the food in the pan, and you see his veins bulge.

You swallow, moving over to the table. What is wrong with me today?

You sit down, and Seokjin sits across from you. The older roommate doesn’t meet your eyes, simply grabbing the three bowls on the table. You watch him walk over to the rice cooker, piling the rice into mini mountains as he always does.

When Seokjin returns, so does Jungkook. Seokjin takes his seat across from you, and Jungkook reaches over you to place the pan on the trivet in the centre of the table. Your eyes find the bracelet on Jungkook’s wrist, watching it glint, as if to tease you.

“By the way, Y/N.” Jungkook says, startling you. You look up, finding Jungkook leaning over you. His eyes dart down to your sweatpant-clad legs. “Why are you wearing my pants?”

You lick your lips, feeling parched suddenly. Jungkook’s eyes dart down, and when they return to yours, they remind you of Seokjin’s. Dark, and full of want.

“Sorry!” You blurt. “I didn’t know they were yours. They were just in the laundry hamper so I grabbed them. I’ll change after dinner.” You ramble.

Jungkook takes his seat next to you. “No need.” He says, spooning food onto his plate. Then, he glances back at you. “You look good.”

You look at Seokjin, wondering if he can feel this weird atmosphere as well, but the older man just stares directly at the table. You watch him, seeing the muscles flex in his jaw as he eats.

Dinner is a painfully tense ordeal. You eat the fastest, standing up as soon as you’re done. As if an invisible spell has been broken, Seokjin looks at you. “You’re not getting seconds?” He asks.

“No!” You say, surprising even yourself with the volume. Then, you look at Jungkook. “It was really tasty, but I’m just not hungry. Thanks so much though.” You say, then pick up your plates to take to the sink.

You hear Jungkook’s chewing pause, knowing he must be weirded out that you just thanked him. The three of you stopped saying thank you for little things a long time ago, choosing to simply return the favour instead. You scrub your dishes, trying very hard to not think about what “returning the favour” would look like tonight.

You’re almost done doing the dishes when Jungkook comes up behind you. He places a hand on the small of your back, craning his head to look at you. “Y/N.” He whispers. You purse your lips, trying not to look at him. “You don’t have to do the dishes if you don’t feel well.”

“No, it’s okay. I mean, you cooked, so.” You say, scrubbing harder.

Finally, Jungkook sighs. He sets the remainder of the plates in the sink. “Okay. Thanks.”

You hear him cross the dining area and settle onto the sofa with Seokjin. The two of them flick through Netflix, looking for a movie to watch. Finally, once you finish the dishes, you feel the thrumming of your heart slow.

You walk over to the couch. Your eyes fall on Seokjin and Jungkook, sitting together with only half a foot of space between them. You usually sit in the middle, but you don’t mind sitting at the end tonight. You’re about to do so when Seokjin’s hand slides over your wrist, pulling you down in between him and Jungkook. You look at him, startled. Seokjin has a look in his eyes you can’t decipher. Behind you, you feel Jungkook’s arm slide around your waist, too.

You glance at Jungkook, who stares at the screen ahead.

You settle in as Seokjin puts on a new film. None of you are fans of action, but the reviews for this movie have been glowing, so you give it a go.

It’s not bad at the start, but the twists and turns have you shifting in your seat, trying to get comfortable. Seokjin notices, and pulls you in. Your eyes go wide as he leans you in against his chest. “It’s okay.” You protest, your back against Seokjin’s firm chest. Seokjin wraps his arms around your middle, holding you in place. Jungkook taps your legs, indicating for you to put them up. You let him, placing your legs in his lap. Jungkook’s hands are warm, massaging your calves.

The tension only seems to build, with your two roommates’ touch. Finally, close to three quarters through the film, it hits its max.

The hero and heroine make out, leading to a bedroom scene. It’s explicit, more explicit than you expected.

“That’s it.” The hero praises the heroine. “I’ve got you.”

You swallow audibly, and the action catches Seokjin and Jungkook’s attention.

“What?” You ask Jungkook, who is looking at you very intently right now.

Jungkook leans forward. You lean back against Seokjin, and Seokjin chuckles. Jungkook’s hand comes up to cup your face. The moans of the hero and heroine echo throughout the room. “You look so pretty.” Jungkook breathes.

“Jungkook…” You whisper.

Jungkook’s eyes darken. “What do you want, baby?”

You grind down unconsciously against Seokjin’s lap. “I think she wants us to touch her.” Seokjin says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Please.” You hear your own voice come out weak. “Please kiss me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook surges forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He’s passionate, more impatient than you expected. You sigh into his kiss, but he swallows the sound down, not giving you a moment to breathe. You feel Seokjin’s hands slide up and down your sides, sending goosebumps down your body. When you break the kiss, both you and Jungkook are breathing heavily. You turn to Seokjin, eyes full of want. Seokjin leans in and kisses you. His kiss is harder, but slow, more patient than Jungkook. You feel Jungkook’s eyes on your body as Seokjin kisses you.

When you break off, Seokjin is the first to speak. “My room. Now.” He orders.

The three of you climb off the couch. It’s a blur how you get to the bedroom, and you only come to when you hear Seokjin shut the door with unusual force.

As soon as the door is closed, the two men turn to you. “Take your pants off.” Jungkook orders, folding his arms over his chest. You swallow, but listen. You shimmy out of his sweats, letting them fall to the ground. Seokjin and Jungkook’s eyes burn into you. You stand still, clasping your hands. Jungkook smirks. “How polite.” He says, coming closer.

“You should’ve seen her when I pulled the covers off.” Seokjin murmurs, stepping up beside you. His hand trails down your bare thighs, then comes to cup your heat. You gasp, but don’t protest the action. Through the material, Seokjin plays with your clit. You grab his bicep, then look at Jungkook. Jungkook grins, enjoying the sight of Seokjin playing with you. Against your thigh, you feel Jungkook harden. “So pretty in my clothes. Completely unaware of what she was doing to me.” Seokjin coos, then withdraws his hand.

“She never knows what she does to us.” Jungkook talks like you’re not there, despite making direct eye contact. “Every time you brought that fucking guy over and I had to hear him pleasure you through the walls, I wanted to rip his fucking eyes out.”

You shiver, not realizing your roommates had been able to hear you and your ex all those months. Then, in one swift movement, Jungkook pulls your shirt off you. He groans at the sight of your bare chest. He cups your breasts in his hands, playing with your nipples. You whimper, and Seokjin takes the opportunity to kiss along your neck. “Relax.” Seokjin whispers, his voice low and deep. You whine, grinding against his leg. Seokjin chuckles. “We’re going to take care of you, baby. Just trust me.”

Then, in one fluid movement, Seokjin bends you over his bed. With your belly to the blankets, you feel exposed. You feel Jungkook’s hand roam down your back, and then Seokjin’s hands tug down your panties. You gasp, feeling Seokjin’s fingers circle your entrance. When he finally slips a finger in, you moan. “Good girl.” Seokjin praises, and you grind down. The two of them laugh, laugh at you.

“I told you she likes this stuff.” Jungkook says to Seokjin, sounding proud of himself. Then, he walks around the bed. You push yourself onto your hands as Jungkook climbs into the bed, now shirtless himself. He sits in front of you, legs spread comfortably. He gives you a quick kiss, then unzips his pants. You look down at his hard member hungrily, and Jungkook chuckles. “Are you just going to look?” He asks. You shake your head, leaning down to suck him off.

You feel Seokjin lean over you, kissing down your back as he works you open. Simultaneously, Jungkook runs his hands through your hair, murmuring praise as you take him. The three of you continue like this, until Jungkook pulls you off him with urgency. “That’s enough.” He says, eyes glinting. He pulls you up onto his lap, turning you to face Seokjin.

You watch as Seokjin strips, first his shirt then his pants. He palms himself, looking at you in Jungkook’s lap. “What do you want, baby?” Seokjin asks, but his voice is strained, like he is having a hard time being patient with you. “Me or Jungkook?”

“Both.” You whisper, and Seokjin sighs dramatically, like you’re killing him.

“Who first?” Seokjin asks.

You glance back at Jungkook, who is now tracing small circles onto your hips. Then, you look back at Seokjin. “Jungkook first, then you.” You answer, although you feel bad for choosing for some reason.

Seokjin smiles, leaning in to kiss you. “Okay.”

“I-I have a question though.” You say, piquing both men’s attention. You look down at your lap. “C-Can I come?”

Jungkook hisses like you hurt him, gripping tighter. Seokjin smirks. “As many times as you want.” He says.

With that, you nod. Taking it as permission, Jungkook flips you over until you’re on your back. He kisses you, his hands now roaming freely. You feel the bed dip as Seokjin sits next to you, touching himself. With little delay, Jungkook lines himself up to your entrance. The two of you moan as he fills you up slowly, bottoming out. He’s big, bigger than you’re used to.

You arch your back, and Seokjin runs his hand down your stomach. “Relax.” He tells you again, and slowly, Jungkook grips your hips.

“Need a minute?” Jungkook checks, although he’s panting.

You shake your head. “Move, please.” You whisper.

Jungkook lets out a breathless laugh, endeared. “So cute.”

But there’s nothing at all cute about the way Jungkook fucks you. You scramble for purchase in the sheets, the bed rocking from the force of Jungkook’s thrusts. Moans fall from your lips, against your own permission. Within minutes, you feel yourself clenching hard. “Please, please.” You beg Jungkook for an orgasm, but it’s Seokjin that answers you by sliding his hand between your legs. You look up at him, desperate. Seokjin smirks, rubbing your clit.

“Come.” He tells you, and the orgasm that wrecks through you is enough to make your whole body shake. The force of your orgasm sends Jungkook over the edge. He growls, burying himself within you. You grip his forearm as he lowers himself to you, kissing you deeply. The two of you come down from your high slowly.

“Fuck.” Jungkook says eloquently, pulling out of you. His eyes watch intently as his come slips out of you, dripping onto the sheets. Then, he reaches up, brushing your hair out of your face. “Good girl.” He tells you earnestly, and you lean into his touch. You feel yourself sinking into a softer state of mind, where every touch makes your heart flutter. From the way Jungkook is smiling at you, looking proud of himself, you think he can tell. Jungkook leans down, kissing you gently, like he can’t get enough of you.

You glance at Seokjin, who is still smiling at you. He doesn’t look upset at all that the two of you have had your orgasms and he hasn’t. But you know Seokjin–despite his kindness, he has needs, too. You open your arms. “Jinnie.” You say.

Jungkook swaps with Seokjin, allowing the older man to take his place between your legs. Seokjin pulls you into his arms, kissing you. “Feeling soft, baby?” He says, and you nod. You have never felt like this before, so safe and protected by Jungkook and Seokjin. Seokjin looks at you fondly. “Can you take another orgasm?”

“Yes.” You answer immediately. “Please.”

“Please, what?” Seokjin asks, wanting to hear exactly what you want.

You blush. “Please fill me up like Jungkook did.”

Both men groan at your words, and Seokjin pulls you in for a heated kiss, no longer bothering to be patient. He licks into your mouth like he wants to live in it. Then, he breaks the kiss. He pulls you up into a sitting position, facing Jungkook. You spread your legs, and Seokjin comes behind you, sliding into you. The two of you groan, and you feel the heat of earlier returning to your belly. You grind down, and Seokjin stops you, pulling your arms back. You whimper as Seokjin folds your arms behind your back, pinning them between your back and his chest. “Behave.” Seokjin warns, and you get the distinct feeling he will only tell you once.

“Yes.” You answer, tightening around him.

Seokjin groans. “You like that? Like me using you, telling you to do what I want?” He asks.

You can only look at Jungkook, who is now on his knees, too. His hand slides down between your legs to your clit, never breaking eye contact. “Love it.” You say, that soft feeling still messing with your head. “Love you.” You say, and simultaneously, Jungkook and Seokjin let out soft sighs. With that, Seokjin begins to thrust. You cry out, and Jungkook begins to rub your clit.

“Good girl.” Seokjin praises, and Jungkook echoes it.

“So perfect for us.” Jungkook tells you, and you grind down, loving the feeling of being under their control.

The second orgasm that wrecks through you is as hard as the first, but by then, you’re too deep into the soft feeling. You clench around Seokjin as he fills you up, humming in pleasure.

“Doing okay?” Seokjin checks as he slips out of you. He lays you down gently. You lay on your side, Seokjin behind you. Beside you, Jungkook gets up. You grab his wrist, looking up at him.

Seeing the panic in your eyes, Jungkook leans down and kisses your forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He says.

You watch him walk into the bathroom attached to Seokjin’s room. You hear the tap turn on. A moment later, Jungkook comes out with three small washcloths, all of them wet. He passes one to Seokjin, who accepts it with a nod. Then, Jungkook comes over to you, wiping you down gently. You shudder. The water is cold. “We’ll shower when you’re ready, okay?” Jungkook promises. Then, he wipes himself down. Once he’s done, Jungkook takes back all the dirty washcloths and throws them in the nearby laundry basket.

Then, he slides under the covers with you and Seokjin. With Seokjin to your back, and Jungkook to your front, you feel so safe.

Both of them chuckle. You open your eyes, confused. “Did I say that out loud?”

“You did.” Jungkook says, teasing.

You groan. “I can’t believe this all happened over some laundry.” You say.

“I know. I should’ve put my clothes in your laundry basket a long time ago.” Seokjin says. You giggle.

“Y/N?” Seokjin says, now serious.

“Yes?”

“We love you, too.” He says.

You blush, remembering the stupid confession you made minutes ago. “That was too sudden, wasn’t it?”

Jungkook kisses you, his face full of adoration. “No. It’s been three years in the making. For all of us.”

With that, you smile. Three years in the making.

#bts x reader #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #seokjin x reader #seokjin x y/n #seokjin x you

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All Bite, No Bark 🔞🔞🔞

Summary: You’ve been in a loving relationship with Jimin for the past three years. You’ve never wanted anything more than him, until lately when your heart has been swayed by Namjoon. You try to hide, but as always, Jimin knows you better.

Genre: Smut, fluff.

Tags: non-idol au, threesome (lol obviously), lap dance, thigh grinding, oral (m and f. receiving), edging, breeding kink (f.), hand kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, sub space, aftercare!!!!!!

W/C: 4237 (4.2k)

A/N: Welcome to hell babes. Hope you packed sunscreen <3

If there’s one thing you love and hate about Jimin, it’s that you can’t hide anything from him.

You see, you’re madly in love with Jimin. He’s perfect for you in terms of personality, you fit like two pieces of a puzzle, especially in the bedroom. But lately, you have to admit your gaze has been straying.

“Oh, fuck’s sake.” Namjoon curses, missing his shot again.

The boys laugh, including Jimin, who is leaning against his pool cue. He smiles at you brightly, proud of you for winning against Namjoon. You glance at him, smiling, but you are admittedly quite distracted.

It’s not meant to be like this. It’s just a gathering of you and your boyfriend’s friends at your place. Jimin’s friends have been nothing but respectful to you since day one, and yet here you are, throwing it back in their faces.

Your eyes flicker to Namjoon’s formal attire. He’s dressed in a crisp white shirt whose sleeves are rolled up out of the way and a set of black trousers. All the boys are dressed in some variation of that, having just returned from Namjoon’s cousin’s wedding. You would’ve gone with, but you had to work late tonight so instead you invited them over for some drinks and a game of pool to make up for being unable to go. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. So why do your eyes keep flickering to the veins lining Namjoon’s arms, and the way his big, strong hands grip the edges of the pool table?

It’s not even like it’s the first time you’ve seen the boys in suits. They wear them all the time! You can’t even recall the number of times you have tied Jimin’s tie for him, with your lover insisting he can do it himself every time. But it’s a front, Jimin always just tilts his head down with a loving smile and lets you do it. Just like now, you glance at him, smiling at you completely unaware.

It’s not like you do it on purpose, but it’s been eating away at you slowly. Every time Namjoon comes over for dinner, you see his wide shoulders trapped in a hoodie and it undoes something in your chest. Every time you hear Namjoon’s deep, reassuring voice as he and Jimin talk about their worries over a glass of wine. Every time Namjoon comes close to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he passes or brushing the small of your back to get around you. And God, don’t even begin to think about all the times Namjoon comes over, helping put together furniture in nothing but a fitted tee and skinny jeans – or all the times he and Jimin come back from the gym, both of their muscles shining with sweat.

“Babe?” Jimin whispers, and you look at him. Jimin sees the conflict in your eyes and pulls you away from the group. He cups your face with one hand, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. Even that reminds you of Namjoon, as your traitorous mind wonders what it would feel like if that were his hand instead. You try to pull away, but Jimin holds you in place. His eyes wander over your face. “Are you okay? You look tired.”

“See, I told you that angle was wrong!” Namjoon teases Seokjin, who is now agonizing over the less than ideal shot he just took. You glance at Namjoon, who catches your eye. You see his smile waver, like he can tell you’re worried. You look away from him and back to Jimin, your partner of three years, and guilt pangs your heart. You don’t know how to explain this to Jimin, how to tell him you’ve been dreaming about another man.

“I’m okay, baby.” You reassure Jimin with a fake smile, pulling back. You glance at the chip bowl, which is now almost empty. “I’ll go get some chips.” You say, more to yourself than to anyone else.

You walk over to the small kitchen in your basement, only a few metres away from the pool table. You rummage through the snack drawer, trying to decide if you should refill the same flavour or another flavour.

“Y/N, where’s the—” Namjoon’s voice starts, way too close to you.

You jump back, startled to find Namjoon right beside you. Namjoon looks surprised, but is still holding an empty can of beer in hand. Knowing what he’s asking you for, you open the fridge and pass him a new beer without looking.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks, craning his head to get a better look at you. His hand reaches out for your arm and you can’t take it anymore.

“Can—” You start, louder than you mean to be. A few paces away, the others’ heads turn. You catch a glimpse of Jimin’s worried expression before you look away. You take a step backwards. “Can you not come close to me please?” You whisper.

A long moment passes, and you dare to glance up at Namjoon. It’s worse than you expected – he looks hurt. Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, putting a nervous smile on his face. “Sorry.” He says simply, then turns and walks back to the pool table. The others exchange glances, wondering what happened between the two of you, but then go back to the game.

You think you’re in the clear until later that evening, as the boys are leaving. “Namjoon, can you give me a hand with something before you go?” Jimin says, sliding an arm around your waist.

Namjoon looks confused, then nods. “Yeah, what’s up?” He asks, coming over.

“Want us to wait outside for you?” Hoseok offers to Namjoon.

Jimin waves Hoseok off. “It’s cold out, you guys go first. I’ll call Namjoon a cab when we’re done.”

The others nod, not questioning Jimin’s words. Namjoon himself looks confused as to what Jimin needs him for, but if he has a problem with being held back, he doesn’t show it.

“Bye Y/N!” Taehyung yells as they leave.

“Thanks for having us!” Jungkook smiles, and you smile back nervously. The door shuts with a final, damning click.

You glance between Namjoon and Jimin, who are both looking at you now. Namjoon looks between the two of you like he’s trying to piece together what’s going on. “Did you need something, Y/N?” Namjoon asks.

“No.”

“Yes.”

You look at Jimin, who answered yes for you. There’s a strange look in Jimin’s eyes, amused but at the same time something darker. Lust. You realize.

“Y/N wanted to give you a good night kiss, but was too shy to ask in front of the others.” Jimin says, not looking away from you. You feel his hand tighten at your waist.

You look at Namjoon, who looks slightly dumbstruck. You see his cheeks fill with pink, and your own face feels like it’s on fire.

“Babe, you can’t just say things like that!” You say, scandalized.

“Why? It’s true you want him, don’t you?” Jimin says simply, like he’s talking about the weather.

You want to cry. You grab Jimin’s hand, feeling like your whole world might crumble if you don’t hold onto him now. “No. I-I never— please, baby.” You say.

Jimin blinks, his expression softening at the fear in your expression. “It’s okay. I know this has been building for a while babe.” Jimin explains, and you feel like dirt for being caught. Jimin sees your face redden in shame, and then turns to Namjoon. “Be honest, hyung. You think Y/N’s beautiful, don’t you?”

Namjoon looks at the ground, then at you. “I do.” He mumbles.

Jimin looks back at you, unphased. “Then what’s the problem? We’re all adults here.” You’re stunned. You never thought Jimin would be okay with you having sexual thoughts about Namjoon. You and Namjoon open your mouths in unison, but Jimin cuts you off. “I have one condition though.”

You try to speak again, but Namjoon cuts you off this time. “Anything.” He says, and you look at him, bewildered. The Namjoon you find looking back at you is now nothing like the Namjoon you know. There’s a hunger in his eyes, and you see his tongue protrude against his cheek as he looks you up and down.

Jimin uses his index finger to guide your chin towards him. “I'll decide when she comes.” You feel like the wind has been knocked out of your lungs, unable to utter a single word. Jimin smirks. “Aren’t you going to invite our guest upstairs, my love?”

“Yes, sir.” You whisper, and Jimin kisses your forehead in reward.

You reach out and take Namjoon’s hand in yours. Namjoon looks down at your joined hands for a moment, then back at you. For just a split second, you see a flicker of the sweet man you know. But it’s gone as fast as it came.

You lead Namjoon upstairs, and Jimin follows.

You let go of Namjoon’s hand when you enter the bedroom, coming over to sit on the king sized bed. You sit on the edge, hands folded in your lap obediently.

“Colours?” Jimin prompts, loosening his tie. Beside him, Namjoon sets his Rolex on the nightstand.

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” You breathe.

Jimin comes over to you, towering over you. He cups your face and tilts your head up. He kisses you slowly and with passion, until you’re whining for more.

Jimin chuckles, breaking the kiss. Beside the two of you, Namjoon is licking his lips. You look at him, and Namjoon reaches out, patting your head. It feels oddly loving despite this being the only time he’s ever touched you romantically. “She’s cute isn’t she?” Jimin brags, and Namjoon chuckles darkly.

“So cute.” Namjoon agrees. Then, he glances at Jimin. “What can I do?”

“For now, you can kiss her.” Jimin shrugs, walking over to the armchair beside the bed. “I’ll call the shots.”

Namjoon leans down, kissing you deeply. Unlike Jimin, Namjoon is impatient. He wants you badly, you can tell by the way he licks into your mouth and gives you no room to fight for control. He’s got you where he knows you want to be.

“Y/N. Come here.” Jimin orders. You break out of the kiss, feeling dizzy. Namjoon grins down at you, almost boyishly, and it drives you mad.

You stand up and walk over to your lover. The two of you watch you play with your hands nervously and press your thighs together. Jimin reaches out and runs his nails up and down your side, then down your thigh and back up again, like he’s in no particular rush. That, combined with the thoughtful tapping of his foot sends goosebumps down your skin. “What would you like me to do, sir?” You ask after a few moments of silence.

Jimin tugs you closer by the hip. “I think I want a lap dance tonight.” He says quietly, but you know it’s not a request. The dim rays cast by the bedside table magnify the shadows on Jimin’s face, and even in half-darkness, you know your lover well. He doesn’t mind Namjoon touching you, but the glint in his eyes tells you he won’t let either of you forget that you’re his first and foremost.

You strip down out of your clothes, into just your underwear. You’re not wearing anything sexy, but Jimin doesn’t care. He just smirks to himself as you lean over him, your hair falling down in his face. One hand comes to undo his belt, and the other reaches back—

Smack. The sound echoes in the room. Your thighs clench together.

“That’s for trying to hide from me.” Jimin says. He delivers another slap to the other cheek. You let out a small whine. “And that’s for thinking I’d get mad at you.”

You straddle Jimin’s lap, and his hands come to grip your hips. You roll your hips a few times, biting back a smile at the feeling of Jimin’s half-hard member.

“Show him.” Jimin orders, and you stand up. You make eye contact with Namjoon, then roll your hips back against Jimin’s lap. As you do that, Jimin unfastens your bra with one hand. You let him take it off you and tilt your head back against his shoulder. You can feel yourself getting wetter under their gaze, and grind down against Jimin.

Jimin smacks your clothed vagina. You whimper, but Jimin won’t have any of it.

“Help Namjoon out of those trousers.” Jimin orders, pushing you off his lap.

Namjoon spreads his legs, seated comfortably at the edge of the bed. You come over to him, and clench your thighs at the sight of him – wide shoulders, veiny arms, thick thighs. Oh, how you’d love to serve him. “What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Namjoon asks, reaching up to play with your breasts. He leans in, sucking at one nipple and playing with the other with his free hand. You moan, then gasp when he bites your nipple.

“Stay focused.” Namjoon orders, and lets go of your chest.

You pout, but reach down and help Namjoon take his cock out of his trousers. It’s hard already and larger than you expected. You turn back to Jimin, a desperate look in your eyes. Jimin chuckles. “You’re basically salivating, baby.” You pout and Jimin looks amused. “Suck him off like a good girl.”

You get down on your knees, closing your eyes as you taste Namjoon’s member. You feel his hand twist in your hair, pulling you in closer. It’s hard to get to the base, but neither of them say anything, knowing you’re desperate to be good right now.

After a few moments, Namjoon pulls you off him. He looks at your messy appearance, and wipes the drool off your bottom lip. “Doing okay, sweetheart?” Namjoon checks, and you nod, that familiar fuzzy feeling beginning to creep in again.

You glance back at Jimin, who is now stroking himself. “Jimin.” You say in a hoarse voice.

Jimin pauses, then leans forward, eyebrows knitting together. “What’s the colour, baby?” he asks.

“Green.” You answer, but then pause. “Can I have a kiss please?”

Namjoon and Jimin chuckle at the same time, but exchange relieved looks when you’re not looking. Jimin pulls you into his lap so that you’re facing Namjoon. “Is it getting too hard to hold in your orgasm? You can always ask us to slow down or stop.” Jimin promises, peppering kisses down your neck.

You shake your head. “Wanna be good.” You say. Jimin cups your cheek and brings you in for a deep kiss.

“Always good. So good.” He reassures you. “Isn’t that right, Namjoon?”

“That’s right.” Namjoon chimes in immediately, touching himself. His eyebrows furrow at the blissed out look on your face as Jimin runs his hands up and down your torso, playing with your nipples. “Such a good girl for us.”

You whimper as Jimin’s hands stroke the insides of your thighs, ever-so-close to your throbbing centre. You want him to take you, want him to show Namjoon how you belong to him. The thought of it alone has you wriggling in Jimin’s lap for more. “Sir.” You say.

Jimin kisses behind your ear. He knows what you’re asking for. “Be patient. You’ll get to come when I say so.” Jimin rubs your clit over your panties teasingly, the touch so light you should barely be able to feel it but instead it makes your whole body jolt. “Now go lay on Namjoon’s lap, facing me.”

You get off Jimin’s lap and walk over to Namjoon, who is now sitting in the bed. You lay yourself over his lap, thighs against his thighs and your belly against the duvet. You turn your head towards Jimin, and he gives you a smile.

“Why don’t you tell Namjoon what you like about him?” Jimin prompts. You whine.

“Sir!”

Jimin doesn’t care for your complaints, not truly unless you change colours. And as much as Jimin knows you, Jimin knows your body just as well. If he thought you couldn’t take it, he wouldn’t make you do it.

You lick your lips, still looking at Jimin. At the same time, Namjoon’s hands gently stroke your ass. “I-I like his wide shoulders.”

Namjoon peels back your panties, and you raise your ass to let him take them off you.

Jimin looks like he wants to take a picture of your blushing face and frame it. “Mm-hmm. And what else?”

“I-I like his strong thighs. Like, they’re strong but look kind of squishy too.” You mumble. Namjoon chuckles above you. You feel him reach between your legs, spreading your folds teasingly.

“And?”

“And I love his hands. They’re so big and veiny and oh—”

Namjoon has slipped one finger inside of you, and it goes with no resistance. You’re dripping, and you wish you had it in you to be mortified but you’re too turned on to care.

“Is that so?” Jimin asks, watching your eyes flutter closed in pleasure as Namjoon works his index finger in and out of you. “So you don’t like my hands then?”

“No!” You say, eyes wide open now. “I like both.” You pout.

Jimin grins, knowing damn well what he’s doing. “Namjoon, put a second in. She can take it.”

And damn Park Jimin for knowing you so well. The second finger goes without resistance, too. You moan, loving the stretch.

“Isn’t that a good girl?” Jimin says, continuing to stroke himself. “Hmm? Do you like being used by Namjoon in front of me?”

You grind down at Jimin’s dirty words. “Yes, sir. I do, I really do.” You answer.

“I bet you’d do anything to be good, wouldn’t you?” Jimin taunts. “Hmm? I bet you’d even let Namjoon come inside you if he so much as asked.”

As if to prompt your answer, Namjoon’s free hand comes down to your clit and rubs at it. It feels so good and he doesn’t let up that you think you might get your release until he stops. You whine. “Sir.”

“Jimin asked you a question, sweetheart.” Namjoon says, almost like he’s telling you off.

You pout at Jimin, who looks unbothered. “I want to come.” You say.

Jimin laughs. “So?”

You glare at him. “I want Namjoon to come inside me.” You say, and Jimin looks genuinely surprised for a split second. You’ve never let anyone except Jimin come inside you, so this is a first. Maybe you’re just being petty, but you want an upper hand over Jimin. Although, if you could think past your lust-filled haze, you would know that’s a game you can’t win.

Jimin and Namjoon exchange looks, then Jimin rolls his eyes. “Well, you heard the lady.”

Namjoon pulls you off his lap, and you kneel on the bed. He looks at you for a moment. “Can I really?” He asks.

You’re distracted by his strong arms gripping your waist right now, but your answer is set in stone. You want this man to have his way with you, even if that means you can’t walk tomorrow. “Yes, please.”

You’re getting manhandled into doggy position when Jimin puts on a fake-shocked expression. “Now, babe. You’re not going to make our guest do all the work, are you?”

“No, sir.” You reply obediently.

Jimin grins, having fun bugging you. He watches as you lay Namjoon down and straddle his lap facing him. You lower yourself onto Namjoon’s cock, the two of you groaning at the same time. He’s big, and it’s not that Jimin is not, but that you’ve never had a monstrosity like this inside you. You think if you so much as move wrong you might get pregnant.

The sheets rustle as Jimin gets on the bed. He comes behind you, and plays with your nipples. “He’s big, isn’t he?” Jimin asks the obvious.

You can only whimper in response. “Gonna be good for us?” Jimin checks. “Not going to come without permission, right?”

You shake your head. “No, sir.” You say, and that’s enough for Jimin to lay back against the pillows beside you two.

You only manage to ride Namjoon for about a minute before the urge to come takes over. You still, chewing your bottom lip and tossing your head back. You’re just about to move again when Namjoon’s patience is maxed.

“That’s enough.” Namjoon grunts. “Here, I’ve got you.”

You let Namjoon flip you over, until you’re lying against the pillows and he’s behind you. He slides in to the hilt and you raise yourself onto your hands, gripping the sheets for purchase. Namjoon wraps one big arm around your chest, just under your breasts. The other, he places on your throat. “Is that okay?” He checks.

You glare at Jimin, wishing you could fucking come. Jimin laughs, and smacks your clit with his hand.

“You two look so cute.” Jimin jeers as Namjoon all but fucks the life out of you. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d thought you were trying to get knocked up, babe.”

You sigh at the idea of being filled up, completely owned and taken care of. Jimin knows you love that feeling, the feeling of being completely his. “Sir.” You say, clenching around Namjoon. “Please, please.” Jimin sticks his thumb in your mouth to get you to stop pleading.

“Namjoon, come in her.” Jimin orders, and Namjoon does, holding you down as he does it.

You barely get a minute to breathe when Namjoon slips out of you and Jimin flips you over. Jimin enters you in one fluid motion, and pins your hands down against the sheets.

“How cute, Namjoon stretched you out.” Jimin teases, making you and Namjoon groan simultaneously. Jimin moans as he slides into you, the cum inside you making everything slippery and sound obscene. You tilt your head back against the sheets.

“Sir, please.” You beg, and Jimin takes the hint. He takes both of your wrists in one hand and reaches down with the other to rub your clit.

“Such a good girl, fuck.” Jimin curses. “Who do you belong to?”

“Yours, sir, please!” You beg, almost near the point of tears.

“And what do you want from me?”

“I want you to come in me, please, please.” You beg. “Please I wanna come with you, sir.”

“Come.” Jimin orders and the orgasm that rips through you leaves you shaking.

Jimin lays down against you, whispering sweet nothings and kissing your neck. You’re catching your breath when you notice Namjoon looks a little awkward. You smile at him, motioning him to come closer. Namjoon lays down next to you, and the three of you catch your breath. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Namjoon asks you, glancing at Jimin.

You kiss him first. “You dummy, you just came inside of me.” You tell him, making Jimin laugh.

Namjoon pouts. “Yeah, but Jimin said I could then.”

Jimin grabs the tissue box from the night stand and starts wiping you down. You give him a kiss and Jimin kisses you back sweetly. He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “That’s only in bed, Namjoon. She runs this house.”

Namjoon laughs. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me, considering she’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

You wink at Namjoon, and the three of you giggle.

“Are you sure no one is going to catch on?” You ask. Jimin rolls his eyes, continuing to towel dry his hair.

“No one will know, babe. It’s our secret.”

You look at Namjoon, who’s currently fighting for his life to get the last corner of the fitted sheet on. “Yeah, I suppose so.” You think, looking at Namjoon.

Namjoon catches you looking and smiles. “Jimin, hurry up or we’re starting the K-drama without you.”

Jimin jogs over from the ensuite bathroom only to find you two sharing a pack of chocolates. Jimin scoffs. “What is this couple bullshit going on over here?” He asks, sliding into bed. You pop a chocolate into his mouth. Jimin is pleased, and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Namjoon, on the other hand, is holding your hand between his.

“You feeling okay, though? I wasn’t too rough?” Namjoon checks for the nth time.

“Namjoon, what did I say about this woman running our house—”

“Jimin shut up.” You say, eyes lighting up. “God, why is that man so hot?” You complain about the main character on screen, making both Jimin and Namjoon arch a brow.

“I’m going to fight him.” Jimin says.

“No you won’t.” You say, pressing a quick kiss to Jimin’s lips. “If you were that jealous, Namjoon wouldn’t be in our bed right now.”

Jimin considers it. “Yeah, but I like Namjoon.” He concedes.

Namjoon looks shy then.

“Don’t let your guard down, Joon.” You warn. “This man is all bite, no bark.”

Jimin pretends to bite your neck for dramatic effect.

Namjoon and Jimin exchange smiles at your laughter. Without speaking, they pull in closer to you. They hold you until the sweet, post-coital haze eases you to sleep. When you’re no longer awake, they take turns kissing your forehead. It’s too early to tell what this could blossom into, but you know one thing for sure. This feels much better than holding it in.

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts smut #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon x y/n #jimin x y/n #jimin x you

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spiderlilyserendipity · 1 year

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JK x Reader: Patience 🔞

A/N: No thoughts, just CEO JK brainrot. As always, minors DNI.

Genres: smut, slightttt angst, fluff

Tags: Rich!CEO JK, insecure reader, plus size reader, jk and reader’s first time together, lingerie, communication!!, oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, soft dom jk, aftercare!!!

WC: 1962 (1.9k)

One thing about Jungkook is that he is perpetually busy. As the CEO of Decalcomania Studios, he spends a lot of time in the office meeting with actors, checking in with his directors about how projects are going, etc. Jungkook is the epitome of a self-made man, using his brain and his charms to make his studio stand out in Hollywood.

You used to work as a receptionist at the gym Jungkook used to work out at. The two of you met many times before you worked up the courage to ask for his phone number. You were a hundred percent sure he would turn you down, but to your surprise he said yes, and took you out on the first of many romantic dates.

Fast forward a year, and you’re looking for a job that aligns more closely to your degree. Jungkook has been nothing but supportive to you, even letting you move in to save money on expenses.

One thing about you is you love giving back to the people you love. You put special care and detail into things for the ones you love. For Jungkook, you already know what you want to give him for your anniversary — yourself, donned in stunning black lingerie for your first time together.

It’s early evening when Jungkook returns from the office. The chef has already come and gone, having made all of Jungkook’s favourite dishes as per your request to make dinner tonight special. Now, it’s just you, donned in a black silk robe with only the lingerie underneath.

You expect Jungkook to smile and hug you tightly when he sees you, since it’s your anniversary and all. But instead Jungkook stops to kiss your forehead, then walks directly to his study with his laptop case in hand.

Heart sinking, you realize he must be busy. I guess I’m the only one making a big deal of this. You think, looking down at yourself, where the robe covers the lingerie you’re wearing.

Trying to be optimistic, you arrange a tray for Jungkook to be able to eat dinner at his desk.

You knock twice on the heavy wooden door to the study.

“A-Are you busy, babe?”

“Yes. Do you need something?” Jungkook looks up from his computer, looking tired.

You bite your lip, thoughts starting to churn in your mind. Jungkook is busy. He probably forgot what today is. You think, then a more negative thought slips in past the careful wall of confidence you usually have up. Not like you’ve got anything he wants to see anyway.

“No.” You squeak out. “Nothing at all, haha. Just wanted to bring you dinner.” You say, stepping forward to place the tray on the edge of the desk.

Jungkook grabs your wrist as you start to turn away. “I’m sorry, baby. I know it’s our anniversary today.” Jungkook’s eyes brim with sincerity. His thumb gently strokes the inside of your wrist. “I just need another twenty minutes, then I’m all yours.”

You smile at him. “It’s okay, take your time. I wasn’t doing anything important anyway.” You laugh nervously, your inner fears coming out to play at the mere sight of Jungkook’s love. “Being unemployed and all.”

Jungkook frowns. “Babe.”

You try to pull your hand away, breaking eye contact. “Sorry. You’re busy.”

Jungkook holds onto you tighter. “No. I want to know. Is that how you see yourself?”

You hesitate. “Jungkook…”

Jungkook doesn’t waver. He closes the laptop and pushes it away from him. “This can wait. Sit on my lap.”

You look down at his thick thighs then at yourself, a little too round to fit on his lap comfortably. God, what if the chair broke?

“What are you thinking about, baby? I told you to do something, didn’t I?” Jungkook lowers his voice, barely a whisper. Jungkook has never been this authoritative with you. You press your thighs together, feeling something drop in your stomach.

“I-If you don’t mind. I mean, not to trouble you.” You ramble, blushing hard. Jungkook chuckles, then tugs you onto his lap. “Jungkook! I’m–I’m heavy.” You stutter, but Jungkook won’t have any of it. He manhandles you until you’re straddling him.

“I lift weights double your size.” Jungkook retorts, making you even more flustered. You place your face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, embarrassed. Jungkook laughs, then his fingertips find their way into your hair, playing with the strands gently. “You can’t get embarrassed now, baby. You haven’t even shown me your lingerie yet.”

You pull back and look at him, stunned. “How do you know I’m wearing lingerie?”

Jungkook smiles, eyes crinkling. “When was the last time you walked around the house in just a robe?”

You groan, realizing Jungkook has known since the start. “This is terrible. Act like you don’t know.” You pout. Jungkook looks amused.

“How could I possibly do that when my girlfriend looks so fucking good?” He says, then pulls one side of your robe to expose your shoulder. His tongue bulges against the side of his cheek when he sees the bra strap. “Black lingerie?”

“It’s your favourite colour.” You say in a small voice.

Jungkook tilts his head up slightly to look at you. He purses his lips, then speaks. “You’re really testing my patience, baby.”

You lean forward and give him a kiss, slow and sensual. “Don’t be patient.”

Jungkook takes your advice, and within seconds has complete control of the kiss, and you. “My perfect girl. Fuck.” Jungkook curses, breaking the kiss to kiss along your neck. You tilt your head back, moaning softly.

Jungkook scoops you up into his arms bridal style, making you squeak out. You protest for him to put you down, but he simply carries you out of the study and down the hall to the bedroom. You don’t realize exactly how much you’ve riled him up until Jungkook kicks the bedroom door shut with his foot, then sets you down on the bed.

“Y/N. I’ve had enough. Take that damn robe off.” Jungkook orders, stepping back to pull his tie off.

You sit up onto your knees, pulling the robe off. Jungkook’s eyes run up and down your body hungrily. You see his eyes stop at your belly, and instinctively try to cover it. Jungkook arches a brow. “What happened to the girl who told me not to be patient just now? Did she get shy?” Jungkook teases in a low voice.

“That’s not it!”

“I didn’t ask for back-talk. On your back.” Jungkook orders, rolling his sleeves up. You watch as he kneels in front of the bed. He takes one of your hands and intertwines it with his own. “I’m going to eat you out. If it’s too much, say something or squeeze my hand three times. Okay?” He checks. When you reply okay in return, he kisses your thighs.

With his other hand, Jungkook pulls aside the thin black material of the panties. He smirks when he sees how wet you are from his small touches. “Has my baby been eagerly waiting?” He asks. You’re about to reply when Jungkook slips a finger in your entrance, cutting you off. He waits until the tightness dissipates to curl the finger inside you, making you whine and grind down for more. Jungkook chuckles. “And here I thought I was the only one going fucking insane sleeping next to you every night, wanting to strip you down and have you under me like this.”

You shudder at the thought of Jungkook doing this to you every day. “All yours, baby.” You manage.

Jungkook replies by leaning in and sucking your clit. You jolt, but Jungkook holds your hips down with his free arm. Then, like a starved man, Jungkook starts eating you out. You whine and try to grind down, but Jungkook doesn’t let it happen. “Jungkook, baby.” You complain, but Jungkook slides another finger inside you.

“What’s that? Does my baby girl need more than my fingers?” Jungkook looks up at you, grinning boyishly.

You glare at him. “Need you.”

“What part of me?” Jungkook teases.

“Babe!”

Jungkook chuckles, then returns to eating you out like nothing happened. Soon, you feel the familiar tension building in your stomach, but you don’t want to come without Jungkook. “Babe, I need to come. Please.” You beg.

Jungkook’s lips leave you. “Come.”

At his permission, you come so hard your thighs shake.

Jungkook kisses your inner thigh. “Good girl.” He says, then raises himself up to kiss you. You pull him down on top of you and he cups your face in his hands. “So perfect.” He praises, pulling back to look you in the eye.

You smile at him. “Now your turn.” You giggle.

Jungkook smiles back. “That’s okay. I know you’re shy about things like this. We can go all the way next time.”

You pout. “No. I wanna make you feel good now.”

Jungkook laughs. “Ugh, you’re so cute. What do I do with you?” He asks, climbing into bed with you. He sits on the bed, then motions for you to come sit on his lap. When you do, you realize how hard he is.

“Can I?” You ask, and Jungkook nods. You unzip his pants and pull his cock out of his boxers.

You pump his member up and down a few times, then lower yourself to suck it. Jungkook groans, tipping his head back in pleasure. He strokes your hair as you pleasure him, and you can feel him resisting the urge to dig his fingers into your hair. Even at his most vulnerable, Jungkook thinks of you.

“Off.” Jungkook breathes, and you obey. You sit up, ready for him. Jungkook pulls you in for another deep kiss. “Do you want me to stretch you again, baby? Or do you think you can take it now?”

“I can take it.” You say confidently.

Jungkook kisses your cheek, but looks worried. “We’ll go slow.” He promises. He lays you down against the bed, helping you get comfortable by placing a pillow under your hips. Jungkook lines himself up to your entrance, watching your expression as he enters inch by inch. He gives you a moment to adjust, running his hands up and down your sides and murmuring sweet nothings in your ear.

“Okay.” You breathe after a minute. “I’m ready.”

Jungkook kisses you and starts moving.

Even though his thrusts aren’t fast, Jungkook’s stamina is no joke. He thrusts deep inside you, and holds you close against him. You sigh with every thrust, content with being close to him. It feels so good in a way you’ve never experienced — loving and meaningful, passionate but not too fast. You feel cared for. Safe.

“Come.” Jungkook orders, and you’re gone.

The two of you are panting when Jungkook lays on top of you. “Love you.” You say, exhausted.

“Love you more.” Jungkook returns, kissing the crook of your neck.

You lay there for a few more moments before Jungkook carries you into the bathroom. The two of you wash up together. While you do your skincare routine, Jungkook changes the bedsheets, airs out the room, and re-heats dinner for the two of you.

You meet him in the dining room once you’re ready.

“I’m sorry I’ve left you alone for so long.” Jungkook apologizes over dinner. “I don’t want you to ever feel I put my work above you.”

“I’ll forgive you on one condition.” You say, a smile playing on your lips.

Jungkook smiles. “Anything.”

You pretend to think deeply. “A ring on my third finger, a baby, and a destination wedding.”

Jungkook laughs, leaning across to kiss you. “All of that is coming soon. Patience, babe.” He vows, intertwining your hand in his over the table.

#bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook fluff

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spiderlilyserendipity · 1 year

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Hi, I noticed you’re taking requests so I was wondering if you could do a nsfw Yoongi x reader. She’s naturally super shy and he is gentle and protective of her. Sorry if this ask is super basic, I’m a sucker for soft/fluffy senarios. Thank you and I love your writing 😊

Hi darling, thank you for the ask. I love it when anons fuel my delusional ass. Enjoy Safe With Me. 🔞🔞🔞

Safe With Me

TW: Car accidents, hospitals.

Genres: slight angst (I PHYSICALLY cannot write Yoongs without angst), fluff, smut.

Tags: soft dom!yoongi, sub!reader, i wrote this for my delusional brain sorry anon, cockwarming, vibrator use, edging, breeding kink (both), teasing, subspace, lots of kisses, aftercare!!!!, squint to see the plot

WC: 1799 (1.8k)

You’re not sure when it becomes a fact that you love Min Yoongi, but what you know for sure is Min Yoongi has loved you just as long.

It doesn’t take any words, because Yoongi is a man of action. And you’re a woman of gestures.

All it takes is one New Year’s Eve kiss a handful of years ago now, and the two of you have had an understanding since. You are each other’s.

🎄🎄🎄

It’s been a stressful week for everyone. It’s the week before Christmas, and everyone is scrambling to get their Christmas gifts in order. It’s been snowing like no other, and the roads are in bad shape. You’re normally a great driver, but this time, fortune isn’t on your side. One thing leads to another, and your car crashes into another on the highway.

Yoongi comes running from work when the nurse calls him.

You haven’t broken any bones, but the doctor tells you you have bruised some ribs and have a mild concussion. For how bad the car looks, you’re just lucky you made it out alive.

“Baby, are you okay?” He comes in, on the verge of tears. You hug him close, tighter than usual even though it hurts. He pulls back and takes a good look at you, looking hurt to see you in a hospital gown. “What did the doctor say? Do you need me to bring anything?” He badgers you, making you smile. You tuck a stray hair behind his ear.

“I’m okay. It’s going to be okay.” You tell him, reassuring yourself too.

Yoongi kisses your forehead. “Thank God.” He cups your face in his cold hands.

The nurse has an amused look on her face. “Could you sign the discharge papers, Miss Y/N?”

You blush. “Ah, yes. Sorry.”

🎄🎄🎄

“Yoongiiiii,” You whine, following him around the house. “We should go on the double date tomorrow.”

“No.” Yoongi says firmly, but his eyes waver at the pout you give him. “You’re not fully better yet. Jungkook and Namjoon will understand.”

“But I’m fine, babe!” You say, holding your arms out. Yoongi arches his brow. “I mean, sure, I still have to rest another week but ice skating doesn’t have anything to do with my ribs, silly.”

Yoongi sighs, wiping his hands on the kitchen towel. You had been insisting on doing the dishes, but Yoongi refused to let you do them, even though he made dinner too.

“I just don’t want to risk it, babe. I mean, it’s easy to slip while skating. If you hurt your ribs more, you could end up getting hospitalized again.” Yoongi reasons with you. He folds his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging.

At the sight of his muscles, an idea sneaks into your head. A devious one.

You purse your lips, taking a step closer to Yoongi. “I’m just saying,” You start, reaching out to smoothe imaginary wrinkles on Yoongi’s shirt. Yoongi glances down at you touching his broad chest, not quite catching on to what you’re doing. “We haven’t had any fun since the accident.” You purr, and Yoongi frowns.

“That’s because we were following the doctor’s instructions.” Yoongi says, confused.

“If we can’t go out, can’t we at least have some fun on our own?” You take a step even closer, into Yoongi’s space. You have to tilt your head up to look at him now, and Yoongi looks down at you, his bangs hanging in his eyes. “Unless you don’t want to.” You tease, stepping back. You’re about to turn away when Yoongi wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you back against him.

“Don’t push it, babe.” Yoongi chuckles in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I've been worried about you enough lately, I can’t risk us having sex when you’re hurt.”

“Don’t be scared.” You whisper. You place your hand on his cheek, stroking with your thumb. “I trust you.”

Yoongi looks into your eyes for a long moment, looking for any sign of hesitance. Then, he kisses your forehead. “Give me a colour.”

“Green, sir.”

If there’s one thing that drives you mad about Yoongi — and there are many things — it’s the juxtaposition between his personality and his body. The way he talks is warm and kind like honey, but his muscles are rock solid. His mind is quick but his touch is slow. His walk is purposeful, but his musings are wandering, yearning.

Yoongi takes you by the hand and guides you to the bedroom, as if you were going to cuddle. But there’s something different in his walk when he’s going to have his way with you, and you know it. You feel it in the way he grabs your wrist, just ever so slightly tighter.

As soon as the door is shut, Yoongi makes demands. “Clothes off. If you are in pain, the scene stops instantly. Understood, babe?”

You nod, beginning to strip. While you do so, Yoongi takes a seat at the head of the bed, fully clothed.

Once naked, the room feels cooler, making the hairs on your body stand. Yoongi’s calculative, appraising gaze has you pressing your thighs together. You know it’s all for show — Yoongi has never cared about your weight. What he’s considering is how he’s going to drive you up the wall.

“How do we feel about a rom-com?” Yoongi purrs, getting back at you.

You purse your lips, already knowing what he has in mind. Yoongi laughs at you. “You didn’t think I’d forget your punishment, did you? Come here and give me a kiss.”

You walk to the edge of the bed, pouting. Yoongi reaches up, pulling you down into a fierce kiss. He takes control fully, working into your mouth until the urge to fight for control fades into nothingness. When he’s got you where he wants you, Yoongi pulls his lips away.

“Grab your vibrator.” He says. You frown, pulling it out of the bedside drawer. Meanwhile, Yoongi pulls his cock out of his underwear and pumps it. “Lube.” He says, and you pass it to him. You watch intently as Yoongi prepares himself for you, making him chuckle. “I’m not wasting time today. Get on it.”

You all but jump into bed, covered in goosebumps from how excited you are. In the black screen a few feet away from you, you see your own hardened nipples. Yoongi places one hand on his cock to line it up to your entrance, and places another flat against your belly, guiding you down. When you’re situated all the way, you whimper.

Yoongi kisses your neck. “Does that hurt, my love?” He checks, petting your hair.

You shake your head. “No, just need a minute.” You say, and tilt your head back against Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi kisses your neck, then plays with your nipples, helping you get wetter. Sure enough, within minutes you’re wriggling against Yoongi for more.

“Behave, this isn’t a treat.” Yoongi reminds you, then flicks on your vibrator. The noisy buzzing sound fills the room, then Yoongi places it against your clit.

You whine, arching up against Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi laughs, then turns on the TV with the remote in his other hand.

He puts on an old rom-com, one you’ve watched dozens of times. But you can’t pay attention to even one word, too overwhelmed by the stimulation that Yoongi applies and withdraws at random. You’re nearly trembling, a telltale sign, when Yoongi pulls the vibe away the first time. “Nn, sir.” You complain, but Yoongi ignores you.

Then he does it again. And again.

And each time he does it, Yoongi pushes you into a softer state of mind. By the time the movie is a quarter over, you’re wetter than you’ve ever been and desperate to come. You moan as Yoongi pinches your nipple, then glare at him.

“What is it, babe? Need something?” Yoongi asks. You know this trick, it’s an old one. He knows good and well what you want but he wants to hear you say you regret teasing him. Wants to hear you’ve slipped into your obedient sub space. And that, you most certainly have.

“Need you, please. Please, sir.” You look him in the eye, near tears from how overstimulated you are.

Yoongi kisses your cheek. “I know, my love. You’re safe here. Safe with me.”

Finally, Yoongi turns the vibrator off and places his hands on your skin. His hands are hot now, big and veiny as always. He guides you onto your belly, placing a pillow under it. He kisses between your shoulder blades, then down your spine.

Yoongi smiles when he sees you lying comfortably against the mattress, content with him inside you. “Feel good, babe?” He asks, and you hum in response.

“Feels full.”

“Yeah? Should I fill you up, my love?” He asks, starting to move his hips. He drags against a sensitive spot inside you and you whimper.

“Please.” You beg, and Yoongi picks up the pace of his hips.

Gripping the bed sheets, you allow him to move in and out of you fast. This is what you needed all along.

When his hips begin to stutter, Yoongi lays down on top of you. His hand snakes between your legs and rubs at your clit. Continuing to thrust, he kisses your skin.

“Come, my love.” He gives you permission, and you obey.

You’re shaking even after you come, and Yoongi takes it in stride. He slips out of you, then helps you roll onto your back. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Yoongi hoists you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom.

The two of you shower together, not an unusual occurrence for you.

Yoongi washes your back for you, especially careful around your ribs. He also tells you to watch your step when you get out so you don’t slip.

“Ugh, babe. You are so overprotective.” You tease him, putting one of his oversized t-shirts on.

“Can’t be protective enough when it comes to my love.” He teases back, and you fake vomit. He laughs, eyes crinkling. “I literally just came inside of you and this grosses you out?”

“No, that’s different.” You insist, blow drying your hair.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure it is.”

Later, when the two of you are settled in bed, Yoongi kisses you goodnight. He tries to be the bigger spoon, but you stop him, instead guiding him to lay his head on your chest. You play with his hair.

“If you tell anyone I’m the little spoon, I’ll have to legally change my name.” Yoongi jokes.

“It’s okay. Your secret is safe with me.” You giggle, and the two of you drift off to sleep.

#bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you #yoongi smut #bts smut

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The 57.1% Bad Idea 🔞

WC: 3602 (3.6K)

Genres: fluff, smut, E2L

Tags: slight corruption kink, oc is a virgin, dom! yoongi, sub! reader, dom/sub elements, no titles set for this so not proper bdsm but yk, big dick yoongi, praise!!!!!!, oc is a tomboy in the streets and a pillow princess in the sheets send tweet, i am going to hell for this but i blame yoongi’s sexiness for it, this was supposed to be a lot kinkier originally but i’m too soft for soft dom yoongi.

Warnings: tipsy (but consensual!) sex, protected sex, age difference in reader & yoongi (10 years), oc is 23, myg is 33.

You might be new to the industry, but you know when someone is fucking with you.

Of course, you’ve heard all the rumours. How the legendary BTS are workaholics, working up to 18 hours a day when they first debuted. You get that, and to be honest, you respect it. But they’re not newly debuted kids anymore, damn it! It is 2026 already, 13 years since their debut, but all of the members are still grinding their damn gears like it’s day one. And fine, you can respect the dedication, but that doesn’t warrant the hell a certain Min Yoongi — also known as Producer Min — has been putting you through.

You don’t see the celebrity face to face due to his killer schedules, but you get many annoying emails from him ever since you started working as one of the new in-house producers. Redo this, this isn’t what I’m looking for, the members don’t like the key on this one, and over and over.

You let it slide the first 5 or so times, but it’s getting old now. You’re only 23 years old damn it, not an old man like that Min Yoongi guy must be, that all he does is sit and write music! You have a life.

But no one cares because this is the oh so great BTS you have to serve hand and foot.

You’re out for dinner with your friends when Min Yoongi emails you at 8pm. Who is even logged into their work email that late? This multi-millionaire, apparently.

You sigh, putting down your utensils to pick up your phone. You brace yourself for another email where Yoongi tells you that you don’t meet his high standards. Go figure.

Hello Miss Y/L/N. I looked at your arrangement, but it still needs some cleaning up.

If you recall, this is the 5th email I have sent you and we are still not communicating. Can you call me instead?

You want to bang your head against a wall. It is a Friday night. Who the hell wants to call a man 10 years their senior and be lectured on a Friday night?

“Y/N, where are you going?” Your friends ask.

“To deal with an asshole named Min Yoongi.”

“Min Yoongi?!?” Your friend gasps. You sigh internally. You forget some of your friends are ARMYs, hence why you never complain about how annoying Min Yoongi is to them. “Did he give you his number? Are you going to see him? Can I get a—”

“Yes I have his number. I don’t know if I have to see him tonight. And no, I won’t get you a signed album.” You answer, reading your friend’s mind. Your other friends all laugh as Sunmi looks disappointed. You sigh, smiling at her. “Work is work. I love you but sorry. I gotta go.”

Understanding work, your friends let you go.

You get out of the restaurant, still cursing Yoongi. You get in your car and dial the number Yoongi gave you.

“Hello?” Yoongi picks up on the third ring. You scowl. As if he didn’t know I was gonna call.

You plaster your work smile on, knowing you’re really fucked if you piss Min Yoongi off. You might not like the guy, but a girl has bills to pay. “Hello Producer Min. It’s me, Y/N.”

“Producer Y/L/N.” Yoongi corrects you, and you roll your eyes. “Where are you at the moment?”

“I’m out right now with my friends.” You set boundaries firmly. “I am not at work, but if you can show me what you meant, I will fix up the arrangement accordingly.”

Yoongi scoffs. Your blood boils. “How will you know what I mean unless you have your laptop out? You’re awfully cocky for a new hire.”

You clench the steering wheel tight with one hand. “I am not working at the moment, Producer Min. It is 8 pm.”

Yoongi laughs at you. Like, actually laughs. “Do you know we need this song recorded by Wednesday? If I don’t have a clean instrumental, how is my team supposed to record it?”

There it is, the inevitable scolding. You pull down the little fold-away sun blocker/mirror thing in your car and check your makeup. You got dressed up cute tonight, a white floral dress and light pink eyeshadow and matching pink lipstick. Your hair is even styled back in a cute half up half down hairstyle. You don’t usually look so girly, preferring comfortable clothes like sweats and tshirts, though you respect girls who put in that effort every day. But for you, the reason is your friend from college, Nate, is stopping by later tonight. You had always had a crush on him since you sat in lectures together.

You hate the idea of Yoongi being the one to see you so cute and especially hate having a meeting with him instead of getting to see Nate tonight.

But a girl has bills to pay. “What would you like me to do?” You ask.

“I have an at-home studio that I work in on the weekends. Stop by just for thirty minutes and then go back to your friends.”

You roll your eyes. You already told your friends goodbye. Besides, it would be weird to just butt back in again after leaving. You close the mirror and fold it up. Guess your only date tonight is Min Yoongi. “Please text me your address. I will be there soon.”

🎀🎀🎀

You hate the look on Min Yoongi’s face when you walk up to him in the underground parking lot. You hate rich people and their fancy apartments. It took you forever to convince the security guard in the front that yes, you were a guest of Min Yoongi despite your run down car from college. And then, when you get through that hassle, you find Yoongi waiting at the elevator with a card in hand to swipe you in.

If you were gonna be nice, you could’ve told the security guard I was coming. You frown, bowing hello.

“I should’ve told the security guard you were coming, huh?” Yoongi grins at you, tapping the card to get inside. You jolt in surprise, wondering if this mean producer is also a mind-reader. You eye him suspiciously as you get in the elevator. It’s a fancy elevator with luxurious looking buttons and the logo of the fancy apartment complex this building is in. But you’re more nervous about the fact that Yoongi just read your mind.

Seeing you look shocked, Yoongi presses the button for the 7th floor. “I saw you showing your work ID to the security guard at the front.” He says. You clench your teeth. If he knew, why not help you? Damn rich people.

You follow Yoongi when the doors open on the 7th floor. The apartment hall looks kind of like a fancy hotel until you get to Yoongi’s door and he taps his own passcode to get in.

The house is deceivingly large for an apartment, all black and white coloured vases, art on the walls, and black marble floors that are definitely worth more than your life savings. You follow Yoongi, walking on eggshells already. He leads you past a fancy living room with white sofas and an all black kitchen and upstairs to the second floor. With his back to you, you openly marvel at how cool everything is. You guess being a crazy workaholic does pay out for some people.

🎀🎀🎀

It’s nearing midnight now and you’re still stuck here with Yoongi. The work is finally done, but at the cost of your sanity and Yoongi’s incessant nagging.

Feeling your irritation, Yoongi makes the rare attempt at a peace offering. “Should we have a glass of whiskey now that we’re done working?”

Tired but unable to resist the temptation of some good alcohol, you take up his offer. “Sure.”

Yoongi steps away from his computer, walking away down the hall to the kitchen. In a few minutes, he returns with a bottle of alcohol and two small glasses. “It’s 57.1% alcohol. Can you drink that strong?” He asks, arching a brow. Your ego flairs.

“Yes.” You reply confidently, knowing good and well you’re a lightweight. You let him pour you a glass, then take a sip. As expected, it burns, and not particularly in a good way.

“Who are you all dolled up for anyway; is it a guy you like?” Yoongi asks curiously.

“No, that guy has a girlfriend.” You admit, not sure why you’re having this conversation with Yoongi.

Yoongi frowns. “So? Can’t you be pretty for yourself?”

You sigh. “I can, but it’s still disappointing. I wanted to be his really bad.” You mumble.

“...In...Be his in what way?”

You drink down the rest of the alcohol, shocking Yoongi, who stares at you. You muster up your courage, feeling the alcohol already starting to sink in. “What do you mean, exactly?”

Yoongi clears his throat, continuing to work. “Never mind.”

“I wanted to date him.” You admit, sober enough to know you’ll regret saying this tomorrow but tipsy enough to not care at this moment. “I wanted to get close to him and maybe… I don’t know.”

“Maybe what?” Yoongi pushes you.

You look down at your phone. “Maybe...do that with him.”

Yoongi is frowning at you now. “You mean sex?” You fluster so bad at the word you drop your phone, right into a pile of cables under Yoongi’s desk.

You sigh loudly, no longer hiding how frustrated you are. You get out of your chair and onto your knees, lowering your head to look around for your phone. Just your luck, it’s stuck in a pile of wires.

Noticing you fumble with it, Yoongi’s legs turn toward you. “Need some help with that?”

You look up as much as you can from under the table. You find yourself looking right into Min Yoongi’s piercing black eyes. They’re dark from a hazy look in them and the shadows cast by his bangs. You have only just realized you’re sitting between his legs. When Yoongi smirks at you, you bang your head on the underside of the desk. Yoongi laughs under his breath at you, but doesn’t move.

You grab your phone and push up on Yoongi’s knee to stand. But just your luck, you slip on your stockings.

Before you can fall flat on your face, a pair of large hands wrap around your waist and pull you into Yoongi’s lap. You let out a noise as you fall, but Yoongi is unfazed as you fall against him. His strong arms wrap around your back, holding you sideways on top of him.

“S-Sorry.” You blurt immediately, turning away from his face. Too close!

You try to get up, but Yoongi’s arms tighten around you. “What are you sorry for Y/N?” He asks in a low, deep voice. A shiver runs down your spine at how he’s looking at you. Then, he smirks. “Drunk from just one sip of my whiskey?”

You shake your head, trying to get up again. You absentmindedly place a hand on Yoongi’s chest to get up, but freeze when you feel his strong muscles through your shirt. A little tipsy, you’re not very quick-minded and linger a moment. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“Producer Min…” You whisper, swallowing audibly. “I think I need to go home.”

“Makes sense since it’s late. But I drank so I can’t drive you.”

“I can get a cab.” You say, looking at your hand on his chest. Was his chest always that wide and strong? You blush.

“What about your car? You will have to leave it here if you catch a cab. Won’t you need that for work on Monday?”

You pout. “Can’t I come get it later?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Guest parking isn’t allowed for more than 12 hours. It’ll get towed if you leave it here”

You frown. “Meanie.”

Yoongi grins at how cute you look. “Sorry doll, I didn’t make the rules.”

You sigh. You don’t know who to call to come get you either. Most of your friends are probably drunk by now since it’s Friday night, and it’s not like you can tell your parents to pick you up drunk from a guy’s house at midnight.

“...Producer Min.” You start hesitantly. Yoongi continues grinning at you, which is oddly scarier than if he was frowning. “C-Could I borrow a room tonight?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows lift. “You’re the youngest producer in our company and I’m the most senior artist. Do you think you’re allowed to do that?”

You wriggle in Yoongi’s lap in frustration, making him tighten his hold on you. His smile falls away to a dark look. “Behave.” Yoongi says, stirring something inside of you.

“I know I’m not allowed but it’s not my fault! You’re the one that made me come here.”

“You’re the one that didn’t do a good job in the first place.” Yoongi rebuttals.

You let out a whine in frustration. “Yoongi! Can’t you ever be nice to me? I did my best, I really did!” You don’t know why the hell Min Yoongi’s standards are so high in the first place, you always did amazing on your assignments when you majored in music!

“Yoongi?” Yoongi repeats. He leans in, making you flush and look away. As you bury your head in his shoulder, he whispers in your ear. “Is that what behaving looks like, doll?”

“Ugh, just tell me if I can borrow the room!” You demand but Yoongi doesn’t entertain you at all.

“Do you know what I think this looks like?” Yoongi’s low voice sends chills all over your body. His hands slowly rub circles in unison, one on the back of your thighs and the other on your lower back. You stay completely still, although you’re not sure why, anticipating what he is going to say. “I think you’re acting up because I got in the way of you losing your virginity tonight.”

You gasp at how Yoongi reads your mind again. You hadn’t told anyone that, not even your best friend but somehow Yoongi knew. Yes, in your ideal case, Nate would return your feelings and you could hook up tonight. It’s not like you’re waiting for marriage, just that you’ve never liked a guy enough to do it yet.

So why are the insides of your thighs so sticky just from Min Yoongi(the man you hate)’s words?

You whimper against the side of Yoongi’s neck when his hand on the back of your thigh brushes close to the space between your thighs. If he presses any closer to your core, he would feel how wet you are.

“Is that true, Y/N?” Yoongi whispers, dangerously sweet. You whine again as he pulls one of your bra straps through the material of your dress and lets it snap against your back. “Give me an answer.”

“Y-Yes. I wanted to lose my virginity tonight.” You admit, embarrassed at how breathless you are.

“Should I make up for it then?” Yoongi asks.

You gasp. You push off and this time Yoongi lets you. You stand up, blushing.

Yoongi stands slowly, no longer cheeky. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes sincerely. He looks away. “I-It must’ve been the whiskey. God, what am I doing? You're ten years younger than me. Here, let me call you a driver.” He rambles, pulling out his cellphone.

You put a hand on his wrist, startled by his sharp change in attitude. Yoongi stills under your touch. He looks at you with worry. “Do you want to go home? Or you can borrow my room. I-I mean the extra one. It has a lock on the door, don’t worry.” Yoongi flusters, talking faster now.

“Y--Min PD.” You say, finally making him look at you. “It’s okay.”

Yoongi still shakes his head. “No, I was...I was overconfident. And I crossed a professional boundary tonight. It’s not okay, and you don’t need to forgive me for making you uncomfortable--”

You silence him with a kiss.

Yoongi pauses, then pulls away from the kiss. He holds you at arms length. “Y/N.” He says it extremely seriously. “What did that just mean?”

You look down. “...Isn’t that what I should do to s-start us?”

Yoongi cups your face and makes you look at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said something so insensitive. Personally, I don’t really think virginity is a thing, but if it matters to you then it matters. I won’t force you.”

“Yoongi, I want to.” You say sincerely. Yoongi blushes. “I haven’t been waiting for anyone special or anything. It’s… I never decided to go all the way.”

Yoongi hesitates. “Are you sure?”

You nod. Yoongi sighs in relief. “Thank god. I was going crazy from how pretty you look.” He admits, before leaning in to kiss you senseless.

You shiver at his touch, pulling him in closer.

“Like that, baby?” Yoongi kisses your neck. You whine and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Yes, yes.” You answer, and he scoops you up into his arms, leading you towards his bedroom.

“Good.” Yoongi chuckles. He lays you down gently like a bride, then begins looking for a condom in his bedside drawer.

“W-What about you?” You ask.

Yoongi returns with the condom and a bottle of lube beside him, peering at you curiously. You flush at the sight of his hard cock which he easily slides a large condom on top of without breaking eye contact with you. “What do you mean?”

“A-Are you okay?” You ask, not sure how to sexily reaffirm consent. Yoongi laughs, really laughs. He leans down and presses a delicate kiss to your forehead.

“Yes sweetheart.” He chuckles.

When you wriggle under him, his gaze darkens. “Behave.” He whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. You yelp, making him laugh again as he rubs his hands up and down your sides.

He works three fingers inside you again, checking that you’re not still tense before he presses the head of his cock to your entrance. You whimper at the stretch, making Yoongi hesitate. “Need more time, doll?” he asks, pressing his forehead against yours.

“N-No.” You reply, squeezing your eyes shut. Slowly, Yoongi enters inch by inch until he’s in to the hilt. You grip his shoulders, waiting for the slight burn to fade. Yoongi does a great job warming you up, but his cock is just a bit too big for you to take comfortably. “Y-Yoongi.”

Yoongi lets out a breathy moan. “Yes baby?” He asks.

“F-Feels so full.” You breathe out, making Yoongi grip your hips tighter.

“Yeah baby? Feel full of me?” He urges you on, voice deep and husky from arousal. He waits until you’re comfortable, looking up at him with hazy eyes to start moving. He starts slow, making you arch up but he holds you down firmly. “Want me to use you up properly since it’s your first time, huh? That’s why you keep acting like a brat.” He punctuates the word with a deep thrust that has you scrambling for purchase in the sheets.

You whine and Yoongi finally has enough of it. He takes both of your hands in one of his and pins them above your head. He picks up his pace, eyes never looking away from your body. He watches you strain to arch up against his hold with a cocky smile, before pressing kisses to your breasts. “Good girl.” he praises when you stop fighting for control, dissolving completely into a pile of whimpers. “So good. So fucking wet.” Yoongi growls, picking up his pace.

“Y-Yoongi!” You cry out and he silences you with a hot, powerful kiss.

“I know, baby.” He reassures, unspoken promise in his voice. “I’m here.”

“Y-Yoongi.” You warn a few moments later, and Yoongi gives your cheek a kiss.

“Trust me, baby. I’ll let you come.” He promises, and you nod, believing him.

Finally, Yoongi’s hips start to stutter, and he reaches between your legs and rubs your clit. He pulls you flush against him when you come, trembling from how good it was.

“Good girl. So sweet for me.” He praises, peppering your face with kisses. You wrap your arms around his middle and sigh in satisfaction.

The two of you lay there like that for an indefinite time, until you speak up. “Yoongi?”

“Yes, baby?” He asks, rubbing the back of your head.

“Am I gonna get fired for this?”

Yoongi pulls back and looks at you. “Why would you get fired for us dating?”

You’re surprised. “We’re dating?”

Yoongi blushes. “I mean, unless you don’t want to. Either way, no one will find out because it’s just between—”

“Can we take it slow? My head is spinning right now.” You giggle. Yoongi smiles warmly at you.

“Of course. But first let me clean you up.” He says, and you let him carry you to the bathroom.

In the shower, Yoongi once again proves he is true to his word. He cleans you up and changes the bedsheets. While he’s changing them, he brings you a cup of tea while you wait and kisses your forehead.

“Yoongi, have you had a crush on me this whole time?” You ask, once situated in bed again.

“Haven’t you?”

You think about it, then grin. “I guess I just needed some liquid courage to realize it.”

Yoongi snorts, pulling you in closer. “That was the best purchase of my life.”

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you #bts smut

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spiderlilyserendipity · 1 year

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KSJ x Reader: Halli Galli 🔞

A/N: In honour of Lee Youngji and Jinnie’s hilarious episode on Youtube, here is a friends-to-lovers smutty fic wherein Jin and Y/N are drinking together and Jin lets her win on purpose.

Genres: Smut, Fluff, Slight angst

Tags: dom!Seokjin, sub!reader, brat!reader, jealousy, hand kink, praise kink, oral (m. receiving), mirror sex, unprotected sex, aftercare!!!, seokjin is a meanie at the start but the sweetest bf at the end.

WC: 2207 (2.2K)

“Stop doing that!” You whine, making your friends laugh.

“Doing what?” Seokjin tips his head to the side, giving you his best unknowing look. Around you, the other six men laugh, making your face heat up in embarrassment.

“You’re losing on purpose!” You accuse, voice a little higher than usual from the alcohol. You look at the bell on the middle of the table, where the two of you are meant to compete to smack when you draw matching cards. But there Seokjin’s hand is, resting on the edge of the table, inches from the bell on purpose.

It’s another night with your friends, a break from your busy lives as you eat and drink together at your apartment in the heart of Seoul.

“C’mon, hyung. She’s catching on. You can act better than that.” Hoseok teases, ruffling your hair when you glare at him. Being the youngest in your friend group has its advantages sometimes, but not when games come into play.

“Whatever, I’m not playing.” You scoff, taking another swig of your drink and leaning against Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi, always in the mood to cuddle but never able to admit it, wraps an arm around your shoulders. You miss the glare Seokjin shoots your way when Yoongi does that.

After a few more drinks and rounds of Halli Galli, the boys and you call it a night.

“Hyung, we’ll catch you later.” Jungkook says in the doorway, catching you by surprise. Seokjin is standing next to you in the living room, not even moving to put his shoes on like the others are.

“Seokjin?” You ask, but Seokjin is busy avoiding you. He heads to the kitchen, starting to put leftover pizza from dinner into containers for tomorrow.

“Don’t give me that look.” Seokjin says without looking up at you, seeing you look at him curiously.

“I said I wanna know why you let me win!” You whine, knowing you’re being annoying but Seokjin deserves it for being equally annoying. Seokjin is never like this with you, never cutting you any slack except when you’re sick or hurting. He’s always the first person to push your buttons, to play around with you. So what’s with this – why is he treating you so seriously today?

Seokjin clicks his tongue, leaning back against the wall. He crosses his arms over his chest, eyes half closed and looking down at you. Undeterred, you take a step forward, in his personal space.

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” He accuses you back.

You frown, trying to guess what he means. “What? I didn’t cheat in the game, I promise. I mean, I know Jimin was standing behind you but I swear he didn’t tell me your cards—”

Seokjin pushes off the wall, pushing past you. “If you’re going to be annoying, I’m going home.”

You grab his wrist, tired of this. “Oppa.” You insist.

Seokjin freezes on the spot, his shoulders stiffening. You never call him that, since Seokjin never particularly enforces it with you. Now that you think about it, there are a lot of inconsistencies with the way Seokjin treats you over others.

Before you can even realize what is happening, Seokjin has you pinned against the wall, his hands on either side of your head. “Don’t test me, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.” He grits.

You glare up at him, ego flaring at him unjustly getting mad at you. “What did I do?”

Seokjin looks at you, setting his jaw. Then, he pushes off the wall. “Forget it. It’s childish.”

“Oh, so now you’re going to pretend to be ‘the adult’ in this situation? After being weird all evening?” You ask, irritated. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know, ask Yoongi!” Seokjin snaps.

You’re stunned, unable to do anything but look at Seokjin’s flushed face. Then, you remember how you and Yoongi cuddled earlier. A slow smile spreads across your face. “Are you jealous right now?”

“Yeah, I am!” Seokjin admits childishly. “I let you win because I didn’t want to hurt your hand, okay? And instead you got all cuddly with Yoongi instead. What’s with that?”

You giggle, taking a step closer to Seokjin. You cup his face, and Seokjin stiffens. “Was my Seokjinnie jealous?” You coo, making Seokjin’s ears turn red.

“Stop playing around. You know how I feel about you.” Seokjin says, making you lose your playful attitude.

“What?” You say, genuinely surprised. “How do you feel about me?”

Seokjin sighs, tipping his head back. He swallows, and you see his Adam’s apple move. You swallow unconsciously. When Seokjin looks back at you, he is more serious than you have ever seen him. “Can I kiss you?” He asks. When you stare back at him with wide eyes, a muscle flickers in Seokjin’s jaw. “Y/N. I asked you something, sweetheart.”

“Yes, please.” You whisper. In an instant, Seokjin closes the space between you, kissing you with ferocity you have never experienced before. A startled noise escapes you, but Seokjin swallows it down like a starved man. You grip Seokjin’s biceps, digging your nails in. In response, Seokjin wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs, lifting you onto the counter.

“Fuck, I can’t do this.” Seokjin breaks the kiss to curse out.

“What?” You ask, wide eyed. You’re out of breath. Seokjin glances at your lips, then swipes his thumb across the bottom one.

“Tell me you want this. If you don’t, I’ll get lost. I promise.” Seokjin tells you, but his hands hold your hips with an unspoken desperation. You swallow. Seokjin takes your silence as hesitance and lets go. “I’m sorry.” He says, scratching the back of his neck. He doesn’t make eye contact.

You grab his hand, holding it between both of your own. “I want this.” You say, and Seokjin looks up, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. “Seokjin, please. I want you.”

Seokjin smiles, looking relieved. He cups your face. “Thank god.” He breathes.

“But I have a condition.” You say.

Seokjin nods. “Anything, baby.”

You give him a cheeky grin. “I want to suck you off.”

Seokjin arches a brow. “Fucking brat.” Seokjin comments like he’s talking about the weather, slapping your ass. You moan, and Seokjin chuckles. “Oh, did my baby like that?” He coos, getting back at you for cooing at him earlier. You whimper, nodding.

Seokjin slaps twice more, one on each side of your ass. You whine, wiggling into his touch. “Y-Your hands are so big.” You whisper.

Seokjin laughs at you mockingly. “Does my girl like that? Huh?” He asks, massaging where he just hit. You arch up into his touch. “I asked you a question, Y/N.”

“I love it. Please, Seokjin.” You beg, and Seokjin takes it as the green light to lift you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his middle, gasping when you feel how hard he is. Not to mention, he’s big.

In a matter of seconds, Seokjin has you laying on your bed. He takes a step back, stripping his shirt off. You sit up, on your knees. Seokjin comes closer, and you put your hands on his belt. Seokjin stops you by cupping your chin with one hand. “Did I say you could do that, sweetheart?”

You give him your best puppy eyes. “Please.”

Seokjin chuckles. “Who knew you were such a pretty slut.” He degrades, making you wriggle. Then, he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock out of his pants. Your mouth practically waters at the sight. You grip the base. “However. I control the pace. You get to tap out whenever you want by tapping my legs. Understood?”

You have always liked a challenge. You raise a brow. “I can take it, babe.”

Seokjin gives you a look and says “I’ll be the judge of that”.

You lick at his cock, then envelope your lips around the tip. You suck, and Seokjin moans. You slowly lower yourself onto the base, and once situated, you glance up at Seokjin. He places a hand on the back of your neck, using it to guide you up and down his cock. You swallow around him, loving the feeling of being used. After a few moments, Seokjin takes you off his cock. You catch your breath. Seokjin’s hands come down to cup your face, wiping away tears you didn’t know were there. “Good girl. You look so sweet right now.” He praises, and you clench your thighs.

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Oh, how predictable. My little brat turns out to be a good girl that loves to be praised.”

“Any problem with that?” You ask in a hoarse voice.

Seokjin looks amused. “Haven’t broken you enough yet, have I?”

In one swift motion, Seokjin pulls off your shirt and unclasps your bra. You sit obediently, waiting for him to touch you. Seokjin smirks, then twists your nipples. You cry out, and he puts on a fake-confused look. “What? I thought you loved my hands?”

You glare, and Seokjin holds two fingers to your mouth. “Suck.” He orders, and you obey. You swirl your tongue around his digits like you would his member. There’s something more sensual about sucking his fingers, however. “Everything off.” He orders, and you have never undressed faster in your life. Seokjin looks at the way you’re sitting on bed, then clicks his tongue. With one hand, he rearranges you so that your legs are spread in the air. Then, he removes the two fingers that were in your mouth and inserts them inside you.

You clench, and Seokjin kisses along your chest. “I’ve got you, baby.” He says. Slowly, he pumps in and out of you, kissing the junction of your neck and collarbone when you relax. “Good girl.” He praises, and you wrap your arms around his back. Continuing to kiss and murmur praise, he stretches you out, adding a third finger.

Then, Seokjin sits you up. “On my lap, baby.” He orders, and you let him turn you to face the mirror on the wall. “That’s it, my love.” He whispers, reassuring you as you take him inch by inch. When he bottoms out, you clench around him. Breathing heavy, you whisper Seokjin’s name. You watch Seokjin kiss your neck in the mirror, his strong arms around your waist.

“I’m here, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He says, noting the way your expression has turned soft, your mind fuzzy.

Quietly, you take one of Seokjin’s hands and raise it to your throat. Understanding, Seokjin tightens it ever so slightly and you hum in satisfaction. “Please, baby.” You manage. Seokjin grins at you in the mirror.

“Anything for you.” He vows.

Holding you flush against him with one arm, Seokjin begins moving his hips into you. In a matter of minutes, the two of you establish a rhythm where he moves into you and you grind down against him. Eventually, the feeling builds up. “S-Seokjin.”

Seokjin understands, moving the hand that was holding you against him down to your clit. He rubs small circles, making you go insane. “N-Need you.” You beg, near tears at this point.

“Trust me. We’ll come when I say.” He says, and you relinquish your control to him.

A few minutes later, you tip your head back against his shoulder, entirely relaxed. “Come, my love.” He orders softly, and you tremble from how hard you come. In the same breath, Seokjin paints your inner walls, making you feel warm and taken care of.

Seokjin maneuvers you so you’re laying down on the bed, slipping out of you. “Don’t go.” You whisper, tired.

Seokjin kisses your forehead. “Never.”

He gets out of bed and returns with a warm, wet towel and wipes you down. “C’mon baby. You need to pee after sex.” He teases you.

You groan, pulling him into you. “I wanna cuddle.”

Seokjin is firm about this, however. “No. Use the bathroom and then we can shower together. Then cuddles.”

Letting him gently tug you into a sitting position, you walk yourself to the washroom and use it. Once you’re done your business, you stick your head out the door. Seokjin is sitting on the bed, comfortable. He gives you the most heart-stealing smile you’ve ever seen. “Ready, my love?”

You nod, and Seokjin comes over to you. The two of you get in the shower and you allow Seokjin to wash you up. Seokjin sings softly to you as he dries you off afterwards, then blow dries your hair for you. “I’m gonna go change the sheets. Where are your extras?” Seokjin asks as you’re doing your skincare routine.

“Middle closet in the hallway.” You tell him.

By the time you’re finished your skin care routine, the bedsheets have been changed and Seokjin has aired out the room.

He looks up from his phone, then turns it off and holds his arms out. “Come here.” He says, and you listen. Climbing into bed, you tuck yourself into his hold.

“Let’s play Halli Galli next week.” You say, half asleep.

Seokjin chuckles. “Why?”

“I’m gonna crush you next time.” You murmur, before drifting off to sleep.

In sleep, Seokjin kisses your forehead. “Anything for you.”

#bts x reader #bts smut #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #seokjin x you #jin x you #seokjin x y/n #jin x y/n #bts fanfic

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BTS as your BF: their SO was made fun of for their s/h scars (no triggering content, SFW)

Seokjin:

♡ Seeing you come home with tears in your eyes would make Seokjin’s heart shrink with pain

♡ He would beg for you to come out of the washroom, and when you eventually do he would wrap you in a tight hug

♡ “My love, you scared me. What happened?”

♡ And once you told him, he would get an angry look on his face but control himself and focus on making you feel better

♡ Would most likely cook you dinner and dote on you the whole night afterwards, making sure you feel better by morning

Yoongi:

♡ Seeing the tight look on your face in public after your old “friends” walked off would make him worried

♡ He would pull you aside to somewhere quiet. The car, a corner no one else visits, anywhere quiet right away

♡ “Don’t lie to me my love, I know something happened. What’s going on?”

♡ Once you tell him Yoongi’s heart will sink and he will hug you immediately.

♡ Yoongi would tell you to not let such pieces of shit determine your value, and tell you he loves you for how strong you are despite everything you’ve been through

Hoseok:

♡ Hoseok would pick up intuitively that something was wrong when you came home from a night out with a sad look on your face

♡ He would approach the conversation calmly, asking if everything was okay.

♡ When you tell him everything with tears in your eyes, he will get angry — something quite rare for Hoseok

♡ He would swear and pull you in, cussing out the people who were mean to you and holding you close

♡ “Don’t believe their lies baby, you’re so strong.”

Namjoon:

♡ Namjoon would know from the way you avoid him that something bad has happened, because you both know he can read right through you

♡ But Namjoon would never push you to talk, instead comforting you quietly. He would massage your shoulders, make you a cup of tea, that sort of thing

♡ When you finally break down crying, he’ll shush you and hold you close. When you tell him what happened, he will look angry on your behalf but not say anything to rile you up further.

♡ Instead he will bring you to bed and hold you close under the covers until you fall asleep against his chest.

Jimin:

♡ Jimin would hear you crying when he came home and stepped into the bathroom with a tightness in his chest.

♡ “My love, why are you crying? Did someone say something to you?”

♡ He would hold you close until you stopped crying, listening patiently to your explanation through sobs.

♡ He would comfort you. “You’re a better person than they are. You would never disrespect someone’s hardships like that. Don’t let them get to you.”

♡ Although he can’t cook, Jimin will try his best to make something for you that night, letting you hug his back as he cooks and singing love songs softly to remind you how much he loves you.

Taehyung:

♡ When Taehyung picks up a vibe when you come home, he won’t let it go easily when you say you’re just tired.

♡ He will follow you to the bedroom, begging you to tell him why you look so sad. When you break down crying, he will get angry on your behalf.

♡ “Who? Do you want me to talk to them?”

♡ When you tell him it’s fine and doesn’t matter, Taehyung will shake his head. “No, it’s not fine. It’s your deepest pain, and they don’t have any right to walk all over you just because they don’t know what it feels like.”

♡ Taehyung would give you lots of kisses and hugs to remind you that he loves you and watch shows with you on the sofa, you sitting against his chest cuddled under the blankets.

Jungkook:

♡ Jungkook is hesitant to approach you when you come home on the verge of tears. He wants to help you but doesn’t want to make things worse.

♡ So he quietly watches you until he puts two and two together when he sees you looking at your scars.

♡ “Baby? Was someone mean to you about these?”

♡ When you cry, Jungkook will get emotional too. “Why are you crying? You don’t have anything to be ashamed of. They’re the ones who should be embarrassed!”

♡ Jungkook will hold you tight and cry for you, vowing to protect you and telling you he loves you dozens of times.

#bts x reader #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts headcanons #seokjin x you #yoongi x you #hoseok x you #namjoon x you #jimin x you #taehyung x you #jungkook x you #bts sfw

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BTS as your BF: they find out you have tattoos (SFW)

Seokjin:

♡ I think Seokjin would be fascinated to see his girl with lots of tattoos

♡ Seokjin is a deeply caring person so I think he would first ask you if they hurt a lot

♡ But then he would ask you the meaning behind them

♡ And to be honest considering Seokjin’s wild side, I think he would think they were sexy too 😜

Yoongi:

♡ Yoongi once mentioned how he wanted to get tattoos before so I think he would respect how you followed through on your desire

♡ Yoongi would definitely look at the lines and ask you about different design choices

♡ He would most definitely think they were attractive, no doubt.

♡ I think he’d even ask you to let him see them more often

Hoseok:

♡ Hobi is our sensitive one, so he would definitely ask if they hurt first

♡ But then he would look at them all in amazement and tell you he thinks they’re beautiful

♡ I think Hobi would tell you you look beautiful with the tattoos and that he loves your creativity

♡ But most of all Hoseok would want you to feel comfortable showing them to him

Namjoon:

♡ I think Namjoon would be a bit surprised at first to see the tattoos, only because he didn’t know about them before

♡ But then once he sees them he would ask you the meaning behind them

♡ I can see Namjoon sitting with you for hours, talking to you about your life and what inspired every tat

♡ He would tell you he loves you and not to hide your tattoos and let him see them more often ✨

Jimin:

♡ Jimin, like Namjoon, would be surprised to see the tattoos at first

♡ But because Jimin also has tattoos he would appreciate the work and enjoy looking at them

♡ He might pout and ask why you didn’t show him earlier though 😤😤

♡ But overall Jimin would love to hear what each one means and tell you the meaning of his own ❤

Taehyung:

♡ I think Taehyung would find the tattoos sexy and be a little upset you didn’t let him see them earlier

♡ He would definitely be amazed and look at each one in detail, asking you the meaning

♡ But because Taehyung is sensitive, he would want to know if they hurt a lot when you got them

♡ He would tell you he loves you and how creative you are

Jungkook:

♡ I think Jungkook would be surprised for a split second but then laugh tbh

♡ He would be like: oh, you too? Haha

♡ He would love to exchange stories about what it was like getting tattooed, both of you talking about which ones hurt the most

♡ I think Jungkook would love to talk about the meanings behind them for hours with you passionately

#bts x reader #bts x you #bts scenarios #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts sfw

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hello!! i’m a new reader and i have butterflies in my stomach as i write this request because it’s been a general fantasy i’ve had in my head for a while now and i absolutely love your characterization of joon 😩 please write it only if you would like to and it doesn’t have to be the same pairing as in Practical Skills (amazing btw) but my request is: fiancé!joon being treated/teased by fem!reader as she models her lingerie for his birthday or something of that sort n things get steamy

Hi friend, I know you asked me this months ago, but to be honest I took this ask and kind of ran wild with it 😅😅😅 So now this request has become part of another Joon x reader fic that has yet to be released LOL

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JJK x Reader: Pushover

Summary: As an heiress on a mission to not get married, you go on a lot of marriage dates with older men. Finally meeting a man your age, you think Jeon Jungkook will have the same idea in mind as you. But you’re in for a surprise. Part 7 of the No Time for Love oneshot series!

Genres: Smut (pure smut hahaha)

Tags: Dom!Jungkook, good boy! Jungkook, Rich Girl!Y/N, Sub!Y/N, possessiveness!!!!!!!, oral sex (m. receiving), doggy style, JJK’s tats make an appearance, implied manhandling kink, aftercare, welcome to hell ladies.

Warnings: Unprotected sex!! (wrap it up)

WC: 3.1k

For the first and only time, these marriage dates feel useful to you.

A weekend getaway is what you need after a long few months of trying to run off older suitors. You’re only twenty-three, still a college student with a lot of potential in life. Yet, for rich people, young just means eligible for marriage. Because marriage is a way to get more connections and money in life.

Your parents have tried all sorts of things. You’ve run them all off in one way or another. With the rude or annoying ones, you played it dumb and matched their energy. With the hot and likable ones, you usually took them home on the first night.

Now at the end of their wits, your parents decide that fuck it, maybe someone your age will change your mind on marriage. You know for a fact it won’t, but you’re grateful nonetheless for tonight’s date.

Jeon Jungkook is the son of your parents’ company’s Director Jeon. He’s everything you’d want in a son-in-law, at least on paper. He’s already got a Master’s in business even though he’s only a year older than you, speaks multiple languages, and is reportedly very polite and handsome. Even though you don’t personally believe in marriage, you can’t lie – Jeon Jungkook definitely sounds like the full package.

With such a reliable son, it’s been rumoured Director Jeon will be retiring to hand over his position soon. It’s been said that Jungkook has been working day in and out to earn his father’s position, and that despite his looks, Jungkook is quite serious and doesn’t like partying or noise. You respect the man’s introverted nature, which is why you take up your parents’ offer for a weekend away at your beach side summer home.

You meet Jungkook at the mansion, which is set up next to the beach.

“Hello.” He spots you, coming over with a smile. You take a minute to check him out. Oh he’s handsome, even more handsome than the rumours say. His hair is parted a little to show a wide forehead, and his features are strong and masculine. But you can tell from his full-sleeved button up and ironed slacks that he is as uptight as the rumours say as well.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You smile at him, then lead him inside.

“How has your week been?” Jungkook asks you, obviously a little nervous.

“Good, good.” You answer, already a little bored. If only Jeon Jungkook was as flirtatious as he is handsome. But no matter, you’ve got a way with men like him. “Are you looking forward to the beach?”

Jungkook gives you a small, unconvincing smile. “Yes.”

You stop yourself from frowning. What, is he planning to work while we’re here?

You head to your separate rooms, starting to unpack. You’re halfway done when you get a text from your cousin Lena. Call me RN!!

“Yes?” You ask her when she picks up.

“Are you on a date with Jeon Jungkook right now? Like THE Jeon Jungkook?” Lena squeals in your ear. You pull the phone away from your ear. “I came here with my girls for the weekend and almost fainted when I saw you going inside with him!”

“Yeah. He’s kinda uptight though.” You admit. “Although maybe he’ll warm up to me over the weekend.”

“We’re throwing a pool party tonight, bring him at all costs! If you’re not into this hot nerd, I sure am!” Lena giggles.

You grin. “No way, he’s mine for the weekend.”

“That depends on who snags him first Y/N!” Lena laughs. “I’ll see you tonight at 7. Don’t be late!”

You hang up, smiling at your phone. It’s been ages since you saw your cousin, and you like her idea. Maybe Jeon Jungkook will warm up to you after a couple drinks. You’re not in this for marriage, but you certainly won’t mind having Jungkook in your bed tonight.

You finish unpacking and go downstairs, humming happily to yourself. Your smile immediately falls off your face when you see Jungkook sitting on the sofa, his work laptop in hand.

“Jungkook?” You ask.

He looks up at you, slightly startled. Then, he gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, just checking the stock prices for today.”

You chew your bottom lip. You get the sudden feeling he’ll say no to going to the party. “So…”

Suddenly, Jungkook looks at the clock behind you. “Oh, how rude of me! It’s lunchtime.”

What? You think, watching him close the laptop and stand up. You follow him to the kitchen, watching him look through the cabinets and the fridge. “What would you like to eat, Miss Y/N? I’m a pretty good cook.”

You shrug. “Ramen is okay.”

You watch Jungkook turn away from you, humming to himself as he begins to cook the noodles. You’re nervous, something that you never really are around men. But there’s something about Jungkook that makes him special. He just feels like an adult, like someone who knows what he’s doing and doesn’t have time for things like silly parties.

Still, it’s worth a shot. “Hey, Jungkook.” You ask him. Jungkook turns around from the stove.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Um, so.. My cousin is here this weekend too and they’re throwing a pool party at their house tonight. Would you like to come with me?”

As expected, Jungkook doesn’t exactly look thrilled at the idea. “Um, sure.”

You feel your heart sink. Are you getting rejected right now.

“Here you go.” Jungkook places the plate of noodles in front of you a couple minutes later. You watch him pick up his plate and leave, probably to go look at stocks or whatever the fuck.

“What a dick.” You mutter to yourself.

After a while of sulking, you decide you’re not going to let Jungkook’s uptightness bother you.

You doll yourself up tonight, in a cute bikini and a light slip dress that leaves little to the imagination. You put your hair up in a half up half down look, putting on some light makeup. You adorn your wrists with bracelets and grab a pair of sunglasses, just for show.

You come downstairs to find Jungkook in a long sleeved shirt and cargo swim trunks. The two of you could not be more opposite.

You make eye contact with Jungkook, and for a split second, you swear you see his eyes travel down your body. But then, his good boy smile returns. “Hey. Ready to go?”

The pool party is so noisy you can hear it several houses down, and it doesn’t take long for you to step past the doors of your cousin’s vacation house and get into the chaos.

“Y/N!” Lena squeals. She gives you a tight hug. “And you must be Jungkook! I’m Lena, nice to meet you!” She beams.

Behind you, Jungkook gives her a tight smile. “Nice to meet you.”

You quickly get busy talking with your cousin’s friends, catching up after a long time. But all the while, you watch Jungkook in your peripheral — you see him make small talk with a few people, but mostly he stays inside the house, away from the pool.

“Here, have a drink!” Lena yells in your ear over the noise.

You throw back the drink in the red solo cup, a sickly sweet mesh of vodka and punch. The music blares louder, and you see a girl go up to Jungkook down the hall. She leans in to say something to him, and to your disappointment, he leans in to talk back to her. She walks away a moment later with a smile on her face, and you feel unnecessary jealousy creep into you.

Oh, so he does know how to treat women like he’s actually into them.

You busy yourself in a round of beer pong, not really interested in the people nor the game, but the feeling of Jungkook’s eyes lingering on you as you throw back drink after drink.

“Hey,” An unknown voice whispers in your ear. You look up to see a blond man, one you’ve never met before. He’s handsome, but your gut tells you something isn’t quite right. “Wanna head upstairs?”

You open your mouth to answer, alcohol clouding your brain. But then, you feel a strong pair of arms wrap tight around your centre and pull you backwards against a firm chest. “She’s with me, actually.” Jungkook’s deep voice rumbles in his chest, reverberating against your back. Self-control now gone, you shiver.

You watch the blond give Jungkook a dirty look then walk off. You can’t lie — that was sexy as hell, but you don’t get why Jungkook would do all this for you. “Jungkook?” You ask.

Jungkook lets go of you. You follow him silently, away from the noise near the pool table and to a quieter area of the yard.

“Hey, Jungkook?” You ask, your words slightly slurred due to the alcohol.

He turns around and looks at you. “Yes?”

You look down at your feet. “You know this isn’t real, right?”

Jungkook frowns. “What?”

“I mean—” You gesture backwards to the party. “All of this. It’s just a formality. What I’m saying is you don’t need to pretend to be all gentlemanly. I mean, I know what men are like. You don’t have to fake it, it’s not like I’ll tell on you if you get drunk or hookup with a girl on your vacation.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a moment. “...Got it.” He says, turning away. You look up at him, catching his tightly clenched jaw and angry expression. “So you want me to be like that asshole.”

“Jungkook—” You call out to him, following him as he walks towards the house again. Suddenly, you roll your ankle. “Fuck!” You yell as you fall into the pool. Caught off guard, you splutter.

Once again, that same pair of strong hands pulls you in close, dragging you up for air.

“You’re a real handful, you know?” Jungkook mutters, pulling you in against his chest. You stare at him, shocked at how different he looks now. His hair is soaking wet, pushed back from his forehead. His white button up is now see-through from the water, and you can see the distinct black outline of tattoos along his upper chest and his right arm. You even think you see piercing holes along his ears.

What?

You let him pull you out of the water, blushing hard. You hear your cousin fussing over you nearby, but all you can look at is Jungkook.

Jungkook unbuttons his wet shirt and tosses it aside, accepting a dry towel from someone nearby. You swallow. A six pack and a sleeve tat is not what you were expecting from nerdy Jeon Jungkook.

“I’m going.” You whisper to Lena, getting up. You need to get your head straight.

You go home alone, both from embarrassment and also from how flustered you are by Jeon Jungkook. You strip off your wet clothes and sink into bed, needing a nap to get your head sorted.

A knock on your door wakes you up a couple hours later.

You groan, sitting up. It’s darker now, close to sunset.

Jungkook stands in your doorway, looking like his usual self again. A button up shirt and his hair down in his face. He makes the man you saw hours ago look like an illusion.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook asks, sounding nervous.

You nod, and Jungkook comes over, sitting on the edge of your bed. He sighs. “I admit I was being childish earlier. I didn’t mean to startle you enough that you slipped into the pool. How do you feel now?”

You shrug. “Okay.”

Jungkook’s eyes trail down for a second, then his hand snakes out. He pulls up the covers in front of your chest, covering your exposed cleavage for you. You blush. A man has never shown that much consideration for you.

“But I meant what I said earlier.” You continue, putting your hand over his. Jungkook looks down at your hands, then at you. “This is all just for show. You know as well as I do why our parents want us to get married.”

Jungkook bites his lower lip, then looks away. He mutters something.

“What?” You ask. He says nothing. You frown. “Jungkook, what did you say?”

“I said, that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you.” Jungkook says, startling you with the fierce look in his eyes. “If we’re here together for the weekend, obviously I don’t want some greasy dude putting his hands all over you. I wanna keep you safe, that’s all.”

You blush, biting your lower lip. “...Then do it.”

Jungkook frowns. “Do what?”

“Put your hands all over me.” You pull the blanket down, putting Jungkook’s big hand flat against your chest bone.

Jungkook looks at you, then at his hand against your chest, then sighs. Then, without a second’s hesitation, he tugs you into the fiercest kiss you’ve had in a long time.

You let him pull you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. You kiss for a long time, then tug at his shirt collar to demand he take it off.

Jungkook tips his head back, letting out an airy laugh.

You frown at him. “What?”

Jungkook looks up at you, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “You don’t really think this is how it’s gonna go, do you, babe?”

Jungkook’s hands trail down to your hips, his thumbs pushing in against your pubic bone. You gasp. He smirks. “Do you think I’m a pushover?”

“N-No?” You ask, confused. You are shocked at Jungkook’s confidence, his complete flip in personality.

“Being nice to women isn’t the same as not knowing what I’m doing in the bedroom baby.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck. You shiver. “Familiar with the colour system, babe?”

Your eyes widen. “No way.”

Jungkook lets out another airy laugh. “Try me.”

“G-Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

Jungkook hums, eyes darkening. “And what’s yours, babe?”

“G-Green, sir.”

Jungkook lifts you up by the backs of your thighs, bouncing you slightly. You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist. “S-Sir.” You whimper.

Jungkook kisses you hard. “Fucking finally.” He hisses. “Been waiting to get my hands on you.”

You let him lay you down against the bed in just your swimwear, pinning your hands above your head. He kisses along your neck, then down your collarbone. He chuckles against your skin as you whine and writhe to no avail.

“You have no idea how much I hated seeing those fuckboys eyeing you.” Jungkook says, kissing down your stomach and your hips. You thrust up and he holds you down with ease, leaving small marks along your pubic bone. You watch as he leaves marks along your thighs, too. Then, in complete contrast to everything else he’s done so far, Jungkook lightly kisses you over your panties.

You shiver. Oh he’s going to ruin you.

“Up.” He orders, and you obey. Jungkook unbuckles his pants, bringing out his thick member. “Come here, babe.” He orders with a playful smirk, and you’d be damned if you didn’t listen.

You lay down, taking his cock in your hand and licking up and down. You glance up at him every now and then, making him groan. You’re doing good, you know you are. And from the look Jungkook is giving you, you’ll be rewarded for it soon enough.

"Wow you look a lot better like that. Maybe it's because your annoying mouth is shut for once." You whine at his mean words but Jungkook chuckles. He cards his hands through your hair and brushes it back from your face. "Don't whine baby, I know you like it. I'll reward you soon enough."

“On your front, babe.” Jungkook orders once he feels good enough. You let him reposition you, lifting your hips to let him place a pillow under your hips. You hear him humming faintly, as if he’s just going about his day to day activities. But contrary to his humming are his deft fingers, which pull down your swim bottoms in one go. “Beautiful.” Jungkook compliments, unsnapping your bra with one hand.

You crane your head back, letting him kiss along the crook of your neck and down your back. “S-Sir.”

“Be patient, babe.” Jungkook warns you. “I said I’ll reward you, didn’t I?”

You whine, but stop as soon as you feel his hard member line up against your entrance. It slides up and down between your folds and then—

Then repeats. You wiggle your hips. Jungkook chuckles. His arm comes around your middle, pulling you up into a half-sitting position. “What? Want me?”

“Yes! Yes, sir!” You beg, but Jungkook has other plans.

“Hmm. Too bad I don’t have to listen to you.” Jungkook teases, continuing to run his member up and down, teasing your entrance. Then, when you’re least expecting it, he slides all the way into you, hard.

You clench around him immediately, and he hisses under his breath. “That’s it.” He praises you, thrusting into you hard while holding you up against him. You moan, hands down against the pillow. “You’ve been testing my patience all fucking day, babe. Looking all cute when you talk, dressing up all pretty. It’s so obvious you wanted me from the start.”

You whine. “Y-You knew?”

Jungkook growls in your ear. “Of course. I wanted to see how long it would take before you begged me. But instead you tried getting my attention with another fucking man.”

“B-But you talked to a girl too!” You try to argue between pants.

Jungkook chuckles. “I told her I wasn’t interested because I had a girl. A sweet girl that begs me to fuck her.”

You whimper, feeling your orgasm rising. “P-Please!” You cry out.

Jungkook’s hand snakes between your thighs, rubbing your clit for you. “Come, baby.” He lets you, his own hips picking up.

You come face down on the bed, ass up and pressed against your dom. You feel him come inside you, and you both sigh, relaxing at last.

After a long cuddle session and many sweet nothings muttered, Jungkook carries you to the bathroom where he helps you into the shower.

You let him clean you up and dress you, giving you sweet kisses and praise all the while.

“By the way, I hear there’s another party happening tomorrow. Since we’re here for the weekend anyway, we’re going.”

Jungkook laughs. “I hate parties. I’m not going.”

You pout. Jungkook lifts a brow. “Are you always this fucking cute?”

You smirk. “You’d have to marry me to find out.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, giving you a smirk. “What am I, a pushover?”

As always, thanks for reading!

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Beg for It

Summary: As an heiress on a mission to not get married, you go on a lot of marriage dates with assholes. But you find out fast that misbehaving with the newest date, Kim Taehyung, is a bad idea. Part 6 of my oneshot series No Time for Love.

Genres: smut, slight angst (idek where it came from LOL), fluff

Tags: Dom!Taehyung, Rich girl! OC, Sub! OC, praise kink (f.), masturbation (f.), oral (f. receiving), finger sucking, slight edging, using come as lube, consent!!!!!!, aftercare

Warnings: slight age gap (OC is 23, Taehyung is 25), unprotected sex (be safe IRL)

WC: 3712 (3.7k)

At this point, you’re a mystery to your parents. They have done just about everything they can think of to find a suitable bachelor for you since you became of “marriageable age” last year. You have a lot going for you as a top student at a prestigious university and an heiress to a considerable empire. There’s many men that would love to wife you up, but you’re not interested in getting married. Marriage for the wealthy is like a business deal, one you want no part in.

You’ve run off all types of men from different backgrounds, from CEOs to lawyers and more. Your techniques vary depending on the man, but the goal is always the same: scare him off from marrying you (but if he’s hot, let him stick around for just one night).

Kim Taehyung is no exception to this rule, at least not at first.

He’s an anomaly in the world of the wealthy, a self-made businessman. He’s a successful real estate agent with quite a knack for knowing what is worth investment and what isn’t. But with being a young and handsome bachelor comes the piranhas swimming around him, looking to further their existing business ties with a marriage.

Your father, who just recently finished a project with Kim Taehyung, is one of those piranhas.

So here you are, on a sweltering summer day on a yacht while noisy music plays in the background.

It’s a party to celebrate a successful business endeavour, but you don’t see anyone you know here. Kim Taehyung is known for being an eccentric rich person, going against unspoken rules to do what he wants. Everyone you see at this party is in their mid to late twenties, and few even look like business people. It just looks like a gathering of people Taehyung seems to like enough to celebrate his wins with.

Weird, you think. But not necessarily bad.

You walk up the short flight of steps to the top, where Kim Taehyung is chatting with a few friends. He’s tall and handsome, dressed in a loose floral shirt and shorts. You walk up in your floral dress, putting a smile on your face. “Hello, nice to meet you!” You say, catching the group’s attention. You do introductions with the people around you, who are all friendly albeit tipsy.

“I’m Y/N. I believe you heard—” You start.

“Yes, I heard from your father.” Taehyung says, not bothering to even take his sunglasses off to look at you. You fight the frown that wants to appear on your face. What? “You can get refreshments from over there, Miss Y/L/N. Thank you for stopping by.” Taehyung dismisses you, going back to his friends.

The others don’t notice, too busy chatting and drinking with each other. But you’re offended. As much as you despise marriage dates, you at least pretend to care about the person you’re talking to. Seeing Taehyung shut you down like that irritates you. Driving men off to protect your own ring finger is one thing, but being treated like you don’t even deserve someone’s time is just hurtful.

Having been dropped off at the port by your family chauffeur, you will likely be catching a cab home tonight. And since there’s an open bar here anyway, you decide to get a drink. If Kim Taehyung doesn’t want to marry you, then that makes your life easier. Or so you think, but the rejection tastes as bitter as alcohol on your lips.

Fuck him. You think. There’s definitely other guys here I can talk to.

You make your way over to the open bar and get comfortable. You order refreshments and a few drinks at the bar. Luckily for you, it seems like all the other guests started drinking earlier so there aren’t many people at the bar. No one bothers you as you silently deal with the rejection from Kim Taehyung. You know alcohol isn’t the healthiest way to deal with your feelings, but you’ve always been smart so you know when to stop.

You are tipsy but still in your right mind when a man comes to sit at the bar one seat away from you. He’s tall and handsome, looks like he could pass as a model or an actor or maybe both. He’s older than you, a couple years outside the comfortable five year margin you keep for one-night stands.

But there’s nothing wrong with a conversation, right?

“Hello,” You say to the man, who turns his attention to you. “I’m Y/N.”

The man smiles kindly at you. “Nice to meet you! I’m Seo Joon. Are you one of Taehyung’s friends?”

You feel annoyance creeping up at the mention of Taehyung, but it’s not like you can say no I’m his date, he’s just ignoring me. So you dance around the subject. “A mutual acquaintance. Yourself?”

“He’s a close friend.” Seo Joon says, and unlike most of the men at parties who say things like that, he seems to mean it. At least, his confident attitude and well-dressed demeanour tells you that.

You make small talk with Seo Joon, getting to know him a bit. He tells you he’s a close friend of Taehyung’s and an executive at the same real estate company. He sure talks like a real estate agent in your opinion, bubbly and knows where to draw the line in the sand. You can tell he’s not romantically interested in you from the get go, pulling back his wide smile just a bit when you tell him your age. But you still enjoy a polite conversation with the man, telling him about your major and things like that.

“Miss Y/L/N.” A familiar voice cuts you off when you’re telling Seo Joon a story.

You look up, unimpressed to see Kim Taehyung.

Seo Joon, who is also tipsy, smiles wide at Taehyung. “Hey, buddy! Want a drink? This is Y/N—”

Taehyung narrows his eyes when he hears Seo Joon call you by just your first name. “Sorry hyung, can you give us a second?” Taehyung asks without looking away from you. Then, he grabs your arm. “Can you come with me for a moment, Miss Y/L/N?”

You frown sharply, but follow Taehyung out of the bar and to a more isolated part of the deck away from the partygoers. “Miss Y/L/N. How old are you?” Taehyung asks in a tone that makes you think he already knows.

You frown. Why does that matter? “I’m 23.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “My friend is 32. That’s a 9 year age gap.”

You don’t quite follow since your mind is still fuzzy. Seo Joon hadn’t been creepy towards you and you honestly hadn’t been thinking about taking him home or anything. “I was just having a conversation with him.” You defend, although you don’t get why you need to justify anything to a stranger.

Taehyung is unimpressed. “My point is that it doesn’t look good for either of you. You might not know anyone here, Miss Y/L/N, but a lot of people here know you. I’m saying this because I’ve worked with your father and I don’t want you to feel embarrassed when you’re sober.”

You roll your eyes. “If Seo Joon is the one who’s 9 years older than me, why do you talk like the older one? We only have a two year age gap, you know.”

Taehyung sets his jaw. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol, Miss Y/L/N. I’ll get you a room to rest in.”

You’re about to protest when Taehyung just walks away like he expects you to follow without question. Irritated, you follow him.

Taehyung leads you down a flight of steps to a lower part of the yacht. He brings you down the hall to the final door and opens it for you. “You can rest here, no one will bother you.” He says, holding the door open. You glance inside at the dark wood and navy blue interior of the bedroom.

You feel shame bubble in the back of your throat. So not only does he hate me, he doesn’t want me anywhere near his friends? You think, glancing at Taehyung’s indecipherable expression. You’ve never had a man look down on you like this, treating you like a child in time out. “Thank you.” You whisper, stepping inside the room. You wait until the door closes behind you and Taehyung’s footsteps disappear down the hall. You wipe a stray tear from the corner of your eye and lay down.

🖤🖤🖤

You wake up after an indefinite time. You hear loud, muffled music still coming from upstairs and the sound of a shower running.

You sit up, confused. You glance at the en-suite bathroom, where the shower noise is coming from. The bedroom door has been locked from the inside. You don’t remember doing that.

You get up, grateful you hadn’t drank enough to have a headache. Afternoon naps are not your thing and drunk afternoon naps are a brand new experience altogether.

The bathroom door opens to reveal Taehyung, standing in a black bathrobe. “Hello.” He says, expression unreadable as always. He towels his wet hair with a black towel, walking over to you but still keeping a polite distance. If this were any other man, you would’ve already ran out the door considering the red flags. But Taehyung is not interested in you, romantically or sexually it seems. At least, that’s what his blank, pensive look tells you.

“Seo Joon spilled a drink all over my clothes. But my bag was in this room so I decided to take a shower here.” Taehyung explains, and you catch the slight apology in his words.

“It’s fine. I’ll go.”

You turn away but Taehyung grabs your wrist. “Listen, can we just talk first?”

You hesitate, but then sit down on the bed. Taehyung sits a respectful distance away from you. “While you were asleep I gave your father a call saying our date didn’t work out.” Taehyung says, tucking the towel around his neck. “So you can just rest until we head back to the dock, which should be in a couple hours.”

You don’t say anything for a moment. Taehyung takes that as his cue to go back into the bathroom, but before he exits, you speak. “You didn’t even give it a chance.” You say.

Taehyung turns back, frowning. “What?”

You look him in the eye, glaring. “You didn’t even go on an actual date with me. You just… dismissed me.”

Taehyung notices the hurt on your face even though you try hard to hide it. He returns, sitting down on the bed. He chews his lip for a moment. “I don’t believe in marriages of convenience, Miss Y/L/N.” Taehyung tells you outright.

“I don’t either, Mr. Kim. But at least I don’t treat people like they're worthless.” You retort, glaring at him. You hate petty arguments and being disrespected, so you get up to leave. It’s obvious enough that Kim Taehyung pities you as merely the rich daughter of his business partner. You don’t need his pity, you know your own worth.

“Y/N.” Taehyung addresses you without honorifics. You freeze.

Taehyung comes over to your side. Seeing hurt in your eyes, he softens. “Hey.” He says softly, guiding you to look at him. You look up, still glaring. “Is that how I came off? I’m sorry.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. It’s fine.” You try to free your hand from his hold.

“No, it’s not fine.” Taehyung holds you tighter. “Can we sit down and talk about this?” He asks, craning his neck to meet your eyes.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You’re just an asshole.” You mutter under your breath.

“Excuse me?” Taehyung bristles. “I’m not an asshole.”

“Yeah you are.” You snap, your ego flaring up at his show of pity. “A girl comes all the way to see you at your party and you can’t even properly talk to her. God, what are you, a virgin?”

Taehyung’s gaze darkens. “No, I’m not.”

You scoff, unlocking the door to leave. But when you open it, Taehyung’s hand comes from behind you and slams it shut. You feel his back press against yours.

“I think you’re mistaking my self-control for something else right now, Y/N. Do you think I’m dumb enough to miss the beauty that’s right in front of me, pretty?” Taehyung whispers in your ear, his voice deep and raspy. You shudder, his voice sounding completely different now that he’s not trying to be formal.

“Don’t use self-control as an excuse. I saw how you looked at me.” You turn your head halfway to whisper.

Taehyung laughs airily in your ear, shameless about being caught. “Is that your way of asking me to dote on you, sweetheart?”

You shiver as his fingertips push a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Maybe.”

Taehyung places his hands on your waist and turns you around to face him. He looks down at you, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Do you know the colour system?”

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” You whisper.

“Can I kiss you? Give me your colour.” Taehyung asks gently, his thumb stroking the inside of your wrist.

You lock the door from the inside. “Green, sir.”

Taehyung’s eyes flicker with lust at the title you choose for him. He leans down, kissing you deep and slow. You moan into his kiss, feeling him dominate you effortlessly. His tongue roams, pushing yours down like he has done it a million times.

You whine as his hands roam up and down your sides, pushing up your dress. You grip his shirt. Taehyung walks backwards, sitting down on the bed. His hands pull at your ass and you pliantly sit on his lap. You allow him to pull your dress off, but Taehyung doesn’t let you touch in return. “Be patient.” He warns softly, running his hands up and down your sides. You whine, arching into his touch.

You grind down on him, feeling overwhelmed somehow by how little Taehyung has done. Taehyung smirks from where he lays on the mattress, comfortable with his control. “Don’t push me, sweetheart, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Do it.” You challenge him. “Just touch me.” You add.

Taehyung sits up, his hand on your lower back. “Lay down against the pillows, take everything off.”

You sit up to let him get off the bed, then do as he tells you. You remove your dress, then your bra and then your panties.

You lay back against the pillows as Taehyung sits in a chair in front of the bed. You pout, not sure why he isn’t coming over to touch you. Taehyung smiles. “Cute.” He comments.

“If I’m cute then you should touch me.” You accuse.

Taehyung chuckles. “Touch yourself.” He says simply.

You close your eyes, snaking a hand between your legs. You’re wet already, practically dripping from Taehyung’s deep voice and his delicate touches. You know Taehyung can do a lot more than that, but his self-control as a dom turns you on. Now it makes perfect sense to you why he had been so distant during the day. Taehyung doesn’t like for outsiders to see this part of him.

You let out small, desperate noises as you play with your clit with one hand. With the other, you pinch your nipples, rolling them one at a time between your thumb and index finger. It feels good to be under Taehyung’s watchful eyes and you love the idea of breaking his self-control down. You want him to be in a rush like you are, stripping down his clothes just to get inside you.

You’re arching your back before you know it, but Taehyung stops you from coming. He pulls your hands off your body and pins them down against the mattress. “What?” You whine, looking up at him. Taehyung’s clothed cock presses against your belly, giving you the answer. He’s starting to get impatient, just like you.

You smirk briefly, but it slides off your face when Taehyung takes your wet fingers and licks them clean.

Taehyung sits back on his heels, still dressed in the robe between your legs. You watch him brush his wet hair out of his eyes, the robe loose enough to reveal his collarbones. Taehyung smacks your clit with one hand, making you snap back to focus. He smirks as you wriggle against his hand. “I’m sorry, did you want to come?” He taunts.

“Yes, sir! I wanna come.” You plead, eyes wide.

Taehyung considers it. “You can ask nicer than that. C’mon, beg for it.” He leans in, planting his hands on both sides of your waist. You reach up, wanting him to come down and just kiss you, touch you everywhere.

“S-Sir, please. I’ll be so good for you.” You beg, becoming more desperate. When that doesn’t work, you grind down again and this time Taehyung lets you get away with it. “Please, please!”

Taehyung runs his hands up and down your sides, slow and steady. “Colour.” He verifies if his teasing is still okay or not.

“Green, but please! Hhh, Taehyung.” You let his name slip, which makes Taehyung’s composure slip, too.

Taehyung watches tears fall from your eyes in frustration, then thumbs them away. He sits up, taking off his robe and the underwear he was wearing underneath. Then, he returns to sitting between your legs, his large and veiny cock now pressed right against your vagina.

“Asshole.” You accuse, pulling him in for a kiss.

Taehyung smiles into the kiss. “You never learn, do you? Now I gotta make you pay for calling me that somehow.”

“You can make up for it by coming inside me.” You say, only half-joking. Taehyung laughs, bumping foreheads with you to chide you.

“Say that again and I’ll marry you.” He jokes.

“Well, I don’t know about—” Your retort is cut off by a moan as Taehyung unceremoniously goes down on you. And when you say ‘go down’, you mean it. Your hips jerk up as Taehyung’s tongue expertly licks at your clit and down to your entrance. Taehyung holds you in place, watching your hole clench around nothing. “Sir, I want it, please.” You beg, but Taehyung shakes his head no.

“I need to prep you first, sweetheart. Are you okay with me using some of the lube I have?”

You shake your head. Taehyung frowns, not liking the idea of having nothing to ease the burn. Then, you take his hand and guide it up to your lips. Taehyung’s eyes darken as he realizes what you’re up to, and slips two fingers in your mouth.

You suck on Taehyung’s fingers and he watches you do it. When he withdraws them, Taehyung smirks at the hazy look in your eyes. “Fell in already, sweetheart?”

You nod. You sigh in pleasure as Taehyung inserts his fingers inside of you, the ache still more than if you had used lube but you like it. The smouldering look in Taehyung’s eyes when you licked his fingers is enough to make you want to—

You come unexpectedly as Taehyung is warming you up, his finger brushing your G-spot too soon. Taehyung’s eyes are wide as he watches you clench around his fingers.

Taehyung withdraws his fingers. You are so embarrassed to come without him even inside you. “S-Sorry, sir.”

Taehyung just shakes his head, leaning in to kiss you. “That’s okay. My good girl just felt so good, hmm? Felt so good with just my fingers that you came without my permission.” He teases you, leaning down to make hickeys on your neck.

“C-Can I come again, sir? This time with you?” You beg, digging a hand into his hair.

“Of course. I’m going to fill you up so well.” Taehyung praises, kissing you everywhere.

You moan as Taehyung aligns his cock with your hole. His fingers dip inside you again, collecting some of the come to slick up his cock. He pushes in slowly. You’re nice and relaxed from the orgasm, which makes the stretch easier but still satisfying. You pant beneath him until he bottoms out.

“Does that feel good?” Taehyung checks.

“Feels so good sir. Hh, please give me more.” You plead.

Taehyung pulls back and lifts your legs. He crosses your ankles over each other and holds them to his shoulder. Your eyes roll back at the new angle, Taehyung’s cock hitting depths inside you that you have never felt before.

“Ah, sir!” You cry out, and Taehyung

“So beautiful, fuck.” Taehyung curses, leaning in to kiss you hard. “Gonna come again? Fuck, what a good girl.”

“T-Thank you! W-Wanna be good.”

“I know.” Taehyung growls in your ear, thrusting into you harder. “So fucking pretty.”

Taehyung’s hips begin to stutter after a few minutes. He pushes your thighs back, filling you all the way up and then reaches down to rub your clit. You cry out his title, begging until your words cut off with a high-pitched moan. You come so hard you shake, and you feel Taehyung’s warm come fill you up at the same time.

“T-Thank you sir.” You say as Taehyung collapses on top of you.

Taehyung kisses you softly. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

🖤🖤🖤

When the ship finally returns to land, Taehyung offers to give you a ride home.

You sit comfortably in the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car as he drives. After the scene, Taehyung had brought you to the shower and cleaned you up. He gave you praise the entire time, mumbling sweet nothings in your ears as he doted on you.

“Still feel a little soft, Y/N?” Taehyung asks as he’s nearly to your apartment.

You know he’s only asking out of courtesy as a dom, but it makes you smile tiredly. “Why? You want to wreck some more havoc on my poor hips?”

Taehyung goes along with the joke, although you know he knows how tired you are. “Could I?”

You snort, getting out of the car. “Maybe if you beg for it.”

Taehyung laughs. “Rest your hips, sweetheart.”

You chuckle, then close the door and watch him drive off.

🖤

Bonus: Here’s the yacht bedroom picture I used as a reference! =)

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spiderlilyserendipity · 2 years

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You are a fucking mastermind OP 🥲✍️✍️✍️

Captive [2/2]

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: Corporate AU (investment banking)

Summary: You’ve got your shit together. Smart, sharp, god complex. And then Managing Director Kim Namjoon decides to take you down a couple pegs. All the way down to your knees.

Tags: oral sex, spanking, choking, face sitting, anal sex, double penetration, sex toys, size kink, age gap, ~implied corruption kink, ~implied sugar daddy, sub/dom undertones, light bondage, power imbalance, bigdick!namjoon, dom!namjoon, AU where Namjoon has a driver’s license

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[Part 1]

You think Namjoon will laugh. He doesn’t. He takes you at your word, pulls your sweater off of you and says, mouth on your collarbone, “you sure?”

“Screw off,” you mutter, trying to sound confident about it, except--he grabs you by your thighs and hoists you up before him, lifting you up against the wall until you’re eye level--and you're not confident. Not at all.

“What was that?” he asks. His hands are still cold from the outside.

It’s such a cringey thing to say and you’d tell him off, if only he weren’t so fucking intimidating.

“I want you,” you mumble, eyes averted. But he stares into your eyes again, and it’s on conditioning that you choke out, sounding so humiliatingly small, “please.”

That’s enough for Namjoon to wrap your legs around him. He holds them there with one hand, the other coming to unbuckle his belt and, just like that, he’s got his cock lined against at your pussy, nudging away the thin flimsy fabric of your thong. You manage maybe half of a shaky inhale before he fucks into you, trapping you up against the wall with nothing except his hands and his cock.

“Are you going to behave this time?” he asks, against your temple.

“Like I said,” you tell him, faltering as he pushes in a little deeper, feeling terribly needy, “I’m not a fucking puppy.”

Namjoon smiles at that, for a second.

Then he fucks you into the wall. You scream, vision whiting, fisting into his starched white shirt for purchase. You weren’t prepared for this, for some reason, you’d forgotten how big he was, how much it felt to be stretched open by his giant fucking cock, to feel him throbbing rock hard inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whimper, your voice so destroyed you hardly recognize it yourself.

“You smell like a candy factory,” he says, “come here,” and suddenly he’s lifted you off of his cock.

On instinct, because he’s managed to fuck every logical thought out of your head, you whine in complaint. But then he lifts you higher, and suddenly he’s put your legs over his shoulders. His face fits snugly between your inner thighs, and when he opens his mouth, you can feel him breathing you in.

You grip onto his hair, “What the fu--”

“Stay still,” he says, lapping up into your cunt, tongue flicking against your clit.

“Let me the fuck down,” you hiss, not sure how you could persuade him when you’re one mistaken kick away from snapping your neck. And god, you’ve never been this high up before, and definitely not with a man between your legs. That weird mix of discombobulating fear and pleasure makes you lose your mind.

After a minute, you’re not even sure what Namjoon is doing with his mouth anymore, too focused on not slipping off of him to think, but your body still registers that tireless wet hot stroke against your clit, against the lips of your pussy, pushing easily into the entrance that he’s worked open on his cock. Your body registers all of that and then there is that twitchy, fluttering feeling building inside of you. Your hips jolt, inadvertently shoving you into his face. Namjoon just groans, low and muffled into you, as he eats you through your orgasm.

“Let me down, please,” you repeat eventually, in a weak little whimper, flushed down your neck. This time Namjoon does. He nearly cradles you, your legs bound in one arm, head resting against his shoulder. You assume, foolishly, that he’d put you down.

But he doesn’t.

He just lowers you onto his cock.

“Fuck,” you yelp, feeling the head push into your slit, and the stretch is different, somehow, makes you feel so overwhelmingly full.

“Are you going to be good?” he asks, as he lets you down over and over again onto his cock. You’re too fucked out to answer so he keeps you still on his cock and repeats, “will you be good?”

“Y-yeah,” you mutter, because honestly you didn’t hear the question. You can’t think at all, too busy to add one and one together with how hard you’re trying not to scream every time he shifts against you.

The answer is enough for Namjoon to manhandle you over his granite kitchen counter, which is so insanely immaculate it looks like it’s new from a showroom. You attempt to scramble up, but then you realize your feet aren’t touching the ground. You don’t even know where the ground is, anymore, and it takes you what feels like an eternity for your big toe to find it.

“Good,” he says. The next thing, he’s snapped into you, shoving you right up and over the counter, lifting you off your feet. When he pulls out, for a second, you think you’re about to gain your footing again but he just lifts you up by the hips and fucks into you again, deeper, and you can’t touch the ground at all anymore. It takes you a moment to realize that he’s fucking you off of your feet, that you’re hanging mid-way on nothing but his hands and his fat cock and that loss of balance, that complete loss of control, makes your pussy clench down, hard.

“No,” Namjoon says, and you feel his palm on your ass, hard and heavy, “come when I tell you to.”

“Can’t,” you beg, writhing against him.

“Can’t?” Namjoon echos.

And suddenly he’s pulled out of you. You whine, high and pathetic, inching your ass as much as you can towards him but he just pushes two fingers inside of you. They slide in easily, against the hole he’s already stretched out, slick squelching against his knuckles. He finds all of the right spots, digging into them mercilessly until you buck and cry out for him to stop.

“You wanna come?” he says, chuckling against the blade of your shoulder. You can feel his lips moving over your skin. He pauses, for half a second, “that bad, huh?”

He plucks his hand out, slaps you right over your pussy, landing hard on both cheeks, just barely grazing over your clit, and you squirt right into his palm.

“Fuck,” Namjoon groans, dirty and low, “look at you,” and he fucks his fingers into you again, dripping wet, and forces you into another orgasm. And then another one. And another one. In moments you’re screaming and squirming and crying for him to please, Namjoon, please, stop, cheek squeaking noisily against the countertop, near spasming every time he curls his fingers into your wall.

“Had enough?” Namjoon asks, wiping your slick off against the flesh of your ass.

Then he bends to his knees and sucks it off of your ass, and it’s near painful, his teeth pressing sharp against you, but his tongue comes to lap against your skin and it makes you moan, “please, please, don’t stop--”

Namjoon licks your cheeks clean and bruised and dips his face into your cunt, for a second, and it feels like he’s swiping his tongue over every overstimulated, over-exposed nerve.

“Please,” you beg him, though you’re not sure what you’re begging for.

You can see Namjoon’s reflection over the window as he takes your thighs, one in each hand, and spreads you so wide fucking open you’re nearly split down the middle. And he gives you your cock like that, hard. The way he’s positioned, he’s slotted in right between your legs, sheathing his cock entirely into you, fucking you from deep to deeper. You feel like he’s pounding your head open with his cock, you’re pretty certain he’s almost slamming into your cervix, the achy pleasure whiting your vision out as you come.

Namjoon lets you, this time, because he comes too, seconds afterwards, jerking hard against you as he grunts out a few unintelligible words. He stays buried in you as he slumps over you, breathless, heavy, chest pressing into your back like a hot brick wall.

It’s a long time before you manage to speak up again.

“Nice kitchen,” you concede, in a whisper.

Namjoon hears you, somehow, and chuckles quietly.

“This is the first time I’ve used it,” Namjoon says. You try to crawl out from under him, but your legs are uselessly weak, so he picks you up. He carries you to his bedroom.

“Stop being nice to me,” you remember telling him, “I hate owing favors,” before you knock out.

It’s probably hours before you wake again, judging by the fog in the back of your head. You grab your clothes off the floor and make an attempt at sneaking out.

Only Namjoon’s place is all glass, and you don’t make it two steps into the foyer before Namjoon’s reflection on the window stops you in your tracks. “It’s late. I’ll give you a lift.”

“Fuck off. I have legs,” you mutter, wobbly, wincing with each step you take.

Namjoon shuts his laptop and says, like he owns you, “Let me drive you.”

So you let him drive you.

“You should wear something warmer for this weather,” he says, on the ride home.

“If my tuition weren’t worth my left kidney,” you snort, “I would.”

Namjoon sighs, exasperated, but doesn’t push you. He drives with one elbow stacked on the car window, the other propped over the steering wheel. Though his phone is on silent, it’s hooked up to the head-up display. A different Caller ID pops up every other minute. It’s 2AM, but of course money doesn’t sleep.

At some point Hoseok calls, twice, in rapid succession.

Namjoon sends both of them to voicemail and asks, “Is that why you’re in banking? For the money?”

“I’m certainly not in it for the dick,” you smirk, and Namjoon gives you a severe look.

When he looks away, you can see him biting down a grin.

A week later, there is a parcel waiting for you on your doorstep. The black box inside is embossed with a beautiful eggshell Saint Laurent logo. In the box, there is a coat. A scarf.

There’s no gift note, and there doesn’t need to be. You know who it is.

You email him, no subject, just a body: “I’m not a fucking charity case.”

“It’s not a gift,” returns instantaneously.

You write back: “What do you want from me?”

There’s no response.

Which leaves you with no choice but to show up at his apartment in the coat and scarf he bought you. In nothing but the coat and scarf. You let him take them off you, and Namjoon’s so hard at the sight of that that he almost throws you into the couch.

Today he doesn’t fuck you. He gets you onto all fours and spits on your cunt, then works you open on a dildo. It takes no time for him to work you into your first orgasm. Still dazy, you think he’d give you his cock right then, but he leaves.

When he returns, you can hear the sound of a bottle cap opening.

“Have you done this before?” he asks.

Your response returns as a gasp, since all you can feel is his finger circling the rim of your ass. Just a bit, and it feels so different. A shock runs down your back. You freeze, for a second, unsure if you want to pull away or ask for more.

“Yeah,” you say, and you have no idea why you’re lying. This fucking ego’s going to get you killed one day, probably. “I’m not a--”

His finger slides inside of you, frictionless with the lube, and the intrusion makes you wobble.

“Not a what?” he says, soothing, other hand coming to rub at your clit “relax,” and that weird, foreign combination of sensations makes your head spin.

“Don’t come yet,” he says. Gently, he pushes you down, your face on the couch, ass hanging in the air. All of a sudden, there’s another finger inside of you, you think, or another two. You don’t know how you’re managing to take all of that, but you also don’t know why this feels so oddly good. With the dildo inside of you, Namjoon’s fingers feel like they’re fucking you so full you’d just burst.

“Please,” you whine, into the couch. Your hole feels so raw, so good. “Want your cock.”

Namjoon leans over, turns your head to face him, and sees that you’re gnawing on your lip. He tugs it out and kisses you, open-mouthed, languid, nearly kind, and he lets you touch yourself, lets you come as he kisses you, over the dildo, over his hand. He explores you for what feels like hours, patient, unrelenting. You know, in the back of your mind, that Namjoon has an intention. A man like him wouldn’t do things without a purpose. You think that he’s trying to figure you out, where you’re weak, what makes you flinch, but your thoughts are too hazy and blurry and nothing catches because you’re too occupied trying to find your next orgasm.

Right as you get to the edge, he pulls out of you. The next thing you know he’s fucked into you, slow, so slow. And oh, god, his cock feels so fucking good inside of you.

“Fuck me,” you plead, so pressed for touch you’re nearly sobbing into the couch, “please,” and that’s all it takes for Namjoon to change his mind. He fucks you hard, pace nearly brutal, bouncing your ass off of his cock, hitting all the spots he’s found before. With the size of him, it takes only a minute for him to squeeze the dildo out of your pussy. It drops onto the cushion with a wet plop, and Namjoon replaces it with something that vibrates.

“Hold this,” he says, giving you the vibrator, pushing your hand down to your clit.

So there you are, just barely balancing yourself on your knees and one shoulder, whole body rocking on Namjoon’s cock, getting fucked so hard you can hardly breathe. There’s something dizzying about that image, in your head, of you getting yourself off with his dick in your ass and you come on that thought. When you do, your ass clenches down hard and slippery on Namjoon’s cock.

“God,” he grits out, collapsing onto you. A hand plants beside your face. And then you feel his weight on your back. You can feel him breathing, his heartbeat thumping against you.

You don’t mind that feeling.

“Good girl,” he says, muffled in your hair, after a beat.

You don’t move, but it’s unreal how much those two small words make your face burn. You can’t seem to stop thinking about it even after Namjoon climbs up, after he picks you up and lets you slump bonelessly against his shoulder.

Mindlessly, you nip at his neck. And yeah, you must have been fucked dumb in the head to attempt something like that to the MD of a trillion-dollar firm. It occurs to you, vaguely, that this man could ruin your entire future without any effort. He could do that, could turn you inside out.

That said, there might be something wrong with Namjoon, too, because he just nuzzles your hair and allows you.

“Stay for dinner,” he says, when you’re starting to feel comfortable against him. He’s slipped his arm around your waist, an oddly protective gesture. You don’t mind it.

So you say, “fine.”

On the weekends, when his schedule is clear enough, Namjoon takes you to dinner. It’s a simple affair. There’s a way he has of treating things so casually that it makes you feel awkward to deny him. Most of the time, he pulls up uninvited outside the math building, finds his way outside the computer lab and asks the first person who comes out if you’re in there, which of course you are, and he asks if they could get you to come out, which of course they do. They always do.

“Thanks,” you chide, as soon as you see him, “now all my classmates have a big fat crush on you.”

“I don’t mind,” he shrugs, relieving you easily of your armful of textbooks. “Have you had dinner?”

“It’s like three in the morning,” you remind him, as if you weren’t expecting him to ask.

“Have you?” he repeats, easy.

“No,” you admit.

“I know a place,” Namjoon says, which is just like him.

He makes a call in the car and suddenly the two of you are sitting in the back of what appears to be an extraordinarily expensive restaurant. There are only the two of you there. Namjoon lets you order anything you want.

“We’ll split the bill,” you inform him, though it’s probably a bad idea, especially when the menu doesn’t have a single number on it.

Namjoon hums around the rim of his wine glass.

“You look young for your age,” you observe, and hate how facetious that sounds.

Namjoon scrunches his face. “How old do you think I am?”

“I don’t know,” you say, “forty? Thirty-five?”

Namjoon laughs, more incredulous than offended, “I’m thirty-one.”

It’s ten years away. Still, compared to all the other fifty-year olds you’ve seen in his position, he feels strangely young. As if he were almost your age. And that is dangerous, somehow. It makes him real.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you grumble, tense, ripping your gaze away from his face. “Just wondering how you managed to make MD so fast.”

“I paid the price,” he says, short. Then quickly changes the topic. “You never study at home. Is there a reason for that?”

“It’s noisy in my apartment,” you explain.

Namjoon swirls his wine, one finger distracted at the base of his glass, pushing it in a steady circle over the table, “You’re welcome to come over.”

Since he made the offer, you do stop by his condo. The first time, there really was a party next door and you really were on your last frayed nerve. That night, Namjoon wasn’t home. You liked it, that view of the cityscape from his window, the sound of his electric fireplace crackling softly.

The second time, Namjoon was only there for long enough to change into formal wear, and he was gone before you had a chance to say thanks.

After the third time, it became a habit. Became natural. These days Namjoon doesn’t ask any questions, just gives you a copy of his keycard and the passcode as if they're nothing. The concierges recognize you by now, so it’s easy to get in.

Most of the time Namjoon’s not there. You work in silence, sprawled out on your elbows on the white lambswool rug by the floor-to-ceiling windows. There’s always a black credit card on the coffee table and once or twice, you’ve picked it up, looked at it, ran your fingers over his name, then put it back down.

He probably intends for you to take it, but you don’t. You’re not that kind of girl.

The times that Namjoon is there, he lets you study in the same spot while he checks his emails on the couch. Out of the armor of business wear, Namjoon’s different at home, loose hair and sweatpants and glasses on the very end of his nose.

The funny thing is, you know that he has all the answers to your practice sets; you’ve seen his name in some of the age-old practice exams handed down by last years’ seniors, always beside a perfect mark and stunned commentary from the same professor who gets off to failing half the class.

You know he can help you, if he wanted to. He doesn’t though, because he knows you wouldn’t let him. You’d die before you accept anyone’s help.

So the next closest thing he does is bring home food.

“Want some?” he gestures.

You look up at him from your spot by the window and crawl up to your knees.

“Leftovers from dinner,” he explains, bringing it closer. It’s clearly a lie, unless restaurants have somehow begun packaging their leftovers in elaborately carved, lacquered wood boxes.

“I’m not a dog,” you scowl, only you haven’t had anything to eat all day and you’re not dumb enough to starve. You eat while Namjoon shrugs off his jacket, tosses it over the back of a chair. He extracts a tablet from his briefcase and comes to settle beside you.

He says, watching you pick at your food. “You look tired.”

“I have a midterm in two days,” you inform him. “And a third-round interview at Morgan Stanley.”

Namjoon nods. “Have you slept?”

“Loaded question.”

“Take a nap,” he suggests.

“I can’t,” you say, which is the truth. “There’s so much stuff in my head.”

Namjoon watches you for a bit, then puts his tablet away and gestures at you. “Come here,” he says.

You startle. “Why?”

Without another word, Namjoon strides over and hoists you up and over his shoulders. He carries you into his bedroom, and you kick and swat uselessly against him the whole time, half whining, half giggling at the sheer ridiculousness of this situation.

“I can walk,” you’re about to say, squealing with laughter, when he tosses you onto the bed, “I’m not a child.”

Namjoon looks down at you, stern.

Then, suddenly, it’s not funny anymore.

“Spread your legs,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt. He pulls it off, then his undershirt, loosens his hundred-thousand-dollar watch, and then you can’t remember how to breathe.

There’s something particularly intimate about his tone. Combined with the weight of his gaze, it makes you shrink with embarrassment and shame, and you hesitate, but Namjoon just waits.

A long beat and finally, you look away and push your knees apart, an inch at a time, then all at once. Your pussy pulses with want.

Pleased, Namjoon hooks his hand around your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed. When he’s got you there, he drops to his knees, sits your thighs on his shoulders and spreads your cunt wide open. He doesn’t eat you out immediately. No, he takes a second to marvel at the sight of you, breath warming your skin, until you’re whining for him to stop.

“Please,” you mutter, breathless, face hot.

So Namjoon chuckles and buries his face into your pussy. He licks a hard thick strip up your cunt first, stopping to tease at your clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking across it until it grows swollen enough for him to suck at. That first insistent pressure of the flat of his tongue makes you gasp and fist at the sheets.

Namjoon sees this and he says, “hey,” and unwinds your fingers from the fabric, lacing his fingers through yours, “come here.”

He pins your hands beside you and eats you out like that, sloppy and greedy and wet, holding your hands, spitting your slick back into you so he can watch it roll off the lips of your cunt, so he can slurp it up again and swallow it down.

He’s not trying particularly to work you into an orgasm. His intentions don’t seem to extend beyond savoring the taste of you, the needy stream of breathy moans he’s tongue-fucked out of you. You’re trying so hard not to move that your hips twitch, and it makes him chuckle low in his throat.

Finally, after what feels like hours, he finds the mercy to bring you to a slow, explosive orgasm, and you’ve been edged so long you nearly arch off the bed when you come. Namjoon groans, low, finally satisfied, and gives your pussy a light slap that makes you jolt backwards.

“No more,” you pant out, eyes wide.

“Sure,” Namjoon agrees, then pushes your legs off of his shoulders, pushes them over you, until your ass is exposed. He parts your cheeks.

“Wait,” you mutter, “What are you doing?”

Namjoon doesn’t answer, he just cranes down and sucks on your rim, letting go of your hand to spank you when you start squirming.

“Let go,” you say, really just for the sake of having something to say, because the truth is, it feels good, feels so good. Namjoon doesn’t deign to react. His tongue prods relentlessly into the tight ring of muscles, lips pushing against the sensitive skin of your cleft. You whimper, trying to close your legs, except Namjoon just pulls them apart again.

It’s not long before Namjoon manages to work his tongue into your hole, licking inside your body, moans low and filthy. His saliva slides down the cleft of your ass, dribbles onto the sheets, and just thinking about what he’s doing makes you want to bury yourself, if only you could move at all. When he puts a hand over your clit, you come, again, with a shout, hips jerking into the air.

“Do you like it?” he asks as he pulls away. You’re so dizzy with pleasure it takes you several moments to figure out what he said.

“No,” you try, sounding so weak even you wouldn’t believe yourself.

“Something else then, huh,” Namjoon says, straightening. He’s hard inside his pants, you can tell, that line of his hard cock straining distinctively against the fabric.

Within seconds he’s on top of you. Today, when he fucks you, he does so slowly, snapping his hips into you at a cruel, exacting pace. Your body’s too weak from two consecutive orgasms to do anything but just lay there and take it, take him and let him fuck you into another one. And then another one, as he kisses you, as he tells you how good you are, how good you feel around him. And then another one, in that same position, with him caging over you, covering your body entirely with his own. Your thoughts have long emptied by the time Namjoon finally comes inside of you, hips slamming hard into your thighs. By the time he rolls off of you, pressing a kiss into your forehead, you’re asleep, pleasantly sore and sated. Maybe the first time in three days.

When you wake again, he’s gone. Your books are still there.

“Don’t stress,” is written on a sticky note. You pluck it off of the screen of your laptop.

“You’ll always be the smartest person in the room.”

As you always do, you ace your midterms. You ace your interviews, all five firms, all three rounds, back to back to back. You know it before you walk out of the Goldman Sachs lobby. Only this time, you feel… different.

You tug on your coat--Namjoon’s coat--and there’s a fleeting moment of hesitation as you dial his number.

Then the line connects on the first ring, and it’s too late for you to hang up.

“How did it go?” he asks.

“Okay,” you answer.

There’s a bit of silence, and you can see that indulgent look on his face, in the back of your mind. It makes your heart squeeze for some reason.

“What can I do for you?” he asks.

“I think I left my watch there,” you tell him. What a flimsy excuse.

You’re surprised Namjoon doesn’t counter it. “Did you? I’m working from home today. Come find it.”

So you do.

Namjoon’s seated behind his giant oak desk when you show up. He gestures for you to come closer.

So you do.

You drop to your knees and wrap your lips around his cock, leaning against his thighs, leisurely teasing him with little flicks of tongue. You watch as his knuckles white around the arm of his chair. From where you are, you can see that tight flex of his jaw when he leans back into his seat, hand coming to wind into your hair.

While he takes his calls, you blow him off, on your knees, milking his cock with your mouth and hands until your lips are swollen red and he can’t take a second more of it.

“Factor in the dead market, it still couldn’t take longer than a week,” Yoongi says, over speakerphone.

Namjoon knocks the phone aside. He lifts you up over his table, bends you over the table and unbuckles his belt. There’s a moment of silence, and then you can feel his belt looping around your thighs. Before you can protest, he’s knotted it tight, binding your legs together, and you can see his expression reflected over his pen holder.

Namjoon isn’t just staring down at your ass. He’s downright leering, eyes narrowing intently as he swipes a finger down your slit. A moan and he’s thrusted into you, hands latched on your ass, piles of print-outs and booklets crumpling noisily under your arms.

Yoongi and Hoseok debate in a steady wall of white noise beside you.

“... months for me to value them correctly. You’d have to go block by block,” Hoseok says.

“It’s a simple fucking business, Hoseok,” Yoongi snaps.

There’s a pause then, as Namjoon is bending over to kiss you, Hoseok says, “Director Kim, what do you think about the proposal?”

“Not bad,” Namjoon says, low in his throat. His lips smile against the corner of your mouth.

And fuck, the way that makes you come for him.

“Where do you keep disappearing off to,” Jungkook asks, later.

You ought to tell him, but the truth is you don’t really know either.

*************************************************

Jungkook texts you, Thursday night. “Heard you killed the Blackstone interview? There are people coming out of the dead to ask about this Miracle Intern of mine.”

“Thanks,” you return, as you pack your overnight bag. Namjoon’s gunmetal grey Porsche Speedster is parked by the curb of your apartment.

“Got plans tomorrow?”

“Kind of.” Which is the truth. Namjoon didn’t tell you anything more than a simple “pack a bag.”

“Cone of silence, bro: are you with someone?” Jungkook texts back, after a bit.

“No,” you respond, honest. “I’m just kind of tied up with something.”

Five firms, five offers.

Jimin e-mails you Monday morning at 8 AM sharp.

“This is a reminder for my risk-taking mathematical war machine,” he writes, diplomatic, “who has a return offer delivered straight from the hot, smouldering joint venture child of IBD and FID, sitting in a bulge bracket firm, handling billion-dollar projects. 140K + 40K sign-on. I will throw in Jeon Jungkook as a footrest. You won’t find a better offer, BELIEVE me.”

He’s right. You haven’t. Blackman matched the starting without sign-on, and Goldman matched neither.

Flipping to a new page of his report, Namjoon advisees, “Let him know Goldman Sachs is giving you 150K and 40K sign-on”

“They would never do that,” you tell him.

Namjoon just looks you over the top of his glasses, flat. “For you, they would.”

You wait a day and email back, “ Goldman Sachs countered 150K. ”

“Fuck,” Jimin texts you, immediately. “Was it Taehyung. It was fucking Kim Taehyung, wasn’t it, that prick ONLY EXISTS TO SPITE ME.”

“Ignore him,” Namjoon texts you, right afterwards.

Two days later Yoongi calls you. You’re in Namjoon’s bed, reading one of his books as Namjoon works on his laptop, and Yoongi’s voice is loud enough in the silence to be heard clearly by you both. “You drive a hard fucking deal, kiddo. 170 with 50, and that’s final.”

“170K is ridiculous,” you tell Namjoon, after you hang up. “That’s like double what I’m supposed to get.”

“170K is exactly what you’re supposed to get,” Namjoon says mildly, without glancing up from his monitor. “You can always turn it down, if you don’t want it.”

It’s the best firm on the continent. The best team. High-exposure, high-impact work.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask him. “Do you want me to accept it?”

“What do you want?” Namjoon asks back.

The lukewarm tone of that question makes your heart sink.

You open your mouth, wanting to ask, except you’re not sure what there is to ask about. You’re not dating, anyways. Not in love. You’re not sure what this is, really. Namjoon turns back to his laptop, and somehow you think he wouldn’t care to find out.

“No pressure but that offer, for which I only had to sell my soul to HR, is about to expire,” Jimin says first thing, when he calls you. “Are you trying to edge me to death?”

You’re at your apartment. It’s been two days since you’ve seen Namjoon. No one ever told you how two days can feel like such a long time. Suddenly, out of nowhere, you remember what Yoongi said, all those months ago.

It only took Namjoon seven years to make MD. What would this man do, if your roles were reversed? Would he turn this down for you?

“Sorry,” you say, after a beat. Your voice doesn’t sound like your own. “I’ll sign it now.”

“I took the job,” you mumble into Namjoon’s voicemail, a week before Christmas. Your mouth tastes bitter. You feel like an asshole.

Namjoon doesn’t call you back.

Not the next day, or the day after that.

Christmas Eve and you’re on the ride home from dinner when you delete his number from your phone, on a whim. Your finger had been hovering over the delete contact button for days now. But then it happens all at once. You delete his emails, his texts, his voicemails, the one selfie you took with him scowling in the background.

Finally, you sell his coat.

And so it ends, simple as that.

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You spend New Year’s Day at your parents’. Most of it in bed. You’re not sad, not really. Just exhausted. Maybe the work’s finally caught up to you, the stupid long hours. In retrospect, you suppose, it would have been so much easier if it was Jungkook whom you’d fucked.

“Wow, are you really still in bed--were you crying?” he asks, when he Facetimes you to send a new year greeting. There are a handful of other analysts camped out behind him, a few who stalk by aimlessly to wave hello. “Come on. You can tell me. Jimin says I’m going to be your mentor.”

“You know I don’t cry, Yonsei dipshit,” you laugh, nose stuffed, voice wobbly. “FYI, your subtitle’s misaligned.”

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It’s going to get a lot uglier before it gets any better. You know that. But at least it’s going to get better.

There is an art to carefully planning your whole life around the things you choose not to think about. Anyone who’s spent a minute in industry excels at this, so naturally, you know the language.

It’s just a matter of practice.

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By spring, you don’t really think of him anymore. Once in a while, when you pull open that bottom drawer of your desk and find his keycard there, you wonder how long it will take before you’re able to throw it away.

It’s on your second day at work, while Jimin is making the rounds with you, that you realize there’s someone new in Namjoon’s office. He waves at you as you walk past, friendly. The placard says, “Kim Seokjin.”

You almost think you’re on the wrong floor. “What happened to Director Kim?”

“Got poached,” Jimin shrugs, with a noisy sip of coffee. “Went to head M&A at Morgan Stanley. Weird fucking development.”

You frown. “When did he leave?”

“Maybe two weeks after you signed?” Jimin says. “Personal reasons. Didn't know he had a personal life, though.”

“What the fuck is this,” is the first thing you say, when you tear into Namjoon’s living room. “Were you testing me? Is that fun for you? Are you entertained, playing chicken with me?”

Namjoon just observes, looking surprised, “You kept the key.”

Yeah, you did. And now you feel so naive and dramatic in this uselessly oversized living room. The calm, unbothered way Namjoon’s regarding you, you don’t even remember why you’re mad.

You clench your fists. It feels like he just pulled the rug out from under you. Feels so unfair, all of this.

“You could’ve told me you left. You could’ve called me, even once,” you take a breath, count to ten, but your voice still comes out in a shout. “But no, you don’t actually care, do you? You just fuck me because--”

“Do not ever presume that,” Namjoon says, sharp.

You stare at him, eyes stinging.

“I wanted to give you some freedom,” he clarifies. “That’s all.”

You look at him. You don’t believe him. You shouldn’t believe him. But you do, regardless, and that makes you sick to the stomach.

“I never asked for that.”

“It would be my fault if you had to,” Namjoon says, sounding so much like he means it. “I’m a decade older than you.”

Right, of course he would never play fair.

“I,” you swallow, shoving past him. “I have to go.”

Namjoon’s hand brushes across your wrist, but he doesn’t stop you.

In your head, between cleaning out your apartment and the flurry of post-grad celebrations, you sit down and write a list of pros and cons about Kim Namjoon. On the list of cons, in order of importance: his clumsiness; his intelligence; his ruthlessness; how he sometimes makes you feel so fucking small.

On the list of pros, in order of importance: his clumsiness; his intelligence; the way he scrunches his face; how abruptly kind he can be; how he makes you feel without equal. How he never tries to keep you.

He always lets you go. Maybe that’s the problem.

It feels like you must have written and deleted twenty different messages to Namjoon before one Saturday morning, a parcel arrives. There’s no sender but you know who it’s from.

There’s a simple black leather collar inside. It’s well-made, resting on a bed of fine black satin. You don’t have to touch it to know it’s expensive in more than one sense.

You take the collar into your hands.

It’s heavy and light at once, and it makes you remember that night he came to your apartment, put his hand on your neck, and looked you in the eye.

“You sent me a fucking collar,” you tell Namjoon. “What are you implying?”

Namjoon’s in nothing but a bath towel, hair dripping with water. He lets you in without a word. You don’t need an invitation, besides. But he doesn’t let you walk past him, just slams you back into the door, hand against your shoulder, so hard that it makes your head blank for a second. You'd forgotten he was this tall, and that look on his face makes you flinch.

“I did,” he says, and his eyes drift down to your throat.

He touches the collar with the knuckle of his forefinger. “What’s this, you’re wearing it.”

You swallow, thick, waiting for him to speak again.

“You want to be mine?” he asks, slowly.

You don’t know what to say.

“Stop looking at me,” you tell him, so soft and tiny.

“Answer me,” he repeats, and he almost looks like a wolf. “Do you?”

“Yeah,” you admit, face burning. “I want to be yours.”

Namjoon disappears into his bedroom for a second. When he comes back, there's something in his hand.

“Put it on,” Namjoon tells you, handing you a leash with a little metallic end. It clicks snugly into the clip of your collar. You have no fucking idea what you're doing.

He tugs on the leash, says, “come here,” and you do.

You follow him to the bedroom, where he sits at the foot of his bed. He tells you, leash loose around his hand, “take off your dress.”

You do that, too, the leash tugging on you, keeping you from moving too much. The thought of it makes your cunt throb with heat. When you’re naked, your bra and panties dropped carelessly in a pile, Namjoon pulls you onto his lap, until you’re kneeling between his legs. You untuck the towel around his waist. His skin is warm and tanned.

You swallow, suddenly feeling so--clumsy.

His cock is half-hard and heavy already when you take it into your mouth. You do the best you can, as much as you can handle.

“You look so good like this,” Namjoon says, pushing your hair out of your face. He beckons you up, a hand under your chin, then lifts you over him with his hands under your arms, letting you straddle his hips. He leans back, sitting you down over his cock. Without saying a word, without moving a muscle, he lets you fuck yourself over him.

It’s not the first time you’ve ridden him, but it feels so much more intrusive when he’s watching you, eyes dark, tongue flicking over his lip. He keeps a hand on the small of your back. It sort of makes you want to tease him, to force him to spank you better. But you don’t have that kind of power, not around Namjoon.

“Do you want to come?” he asks, another hand coming to grip at your ass. The single touch makes you flinch, makes you want more. You grind yourself down on him, moan for him, so submissive and helpless and you’d hate it more, except you’re so fucking on edge you’d do anything for him to just touch you.

“Yeah,” you admit. “I want to come.”

“Say please.”

“Please,” you beg, then louder, “please, Namjoon.”

“I want to see you touch yourself,” Namjoon decides.

Because you have no choice, because you need more, because the way he’s got you positioned over him, he’s only giving you the tip of his cock, you do. You’d do anything he wants, at this point, though that doesn’t mean you don’t feel humiliated with his eyes lingering over you. You can feel his gaze on your face, can almost hear his thoughts tinkering behind those near-black, reptilian orbs. You can’t look him in the face, but he makes you, as always.

When he opens his mouth, you almost cry with how much you want to hear him praise you.

He doesn’t say a word though, not for a while, just attaches his mouth to your collarbone and listens to the slick wet sound of your pussy gliding over his cock.

“Good girl,” he says, finally, and you’ve waited so long your pussy twitches helplessly at the sound of those words.

Then Namjoon leans back and says, tugging on the leash, “Sit on my face.”

“What--”

“Should I repeat myself?” Namjoon asks, voice heavy enough with want that he almost sounds angry.

You shiver.

He tugs on your leash and you crawl, obedient. It’s when you made it over his head, stacked your ankles over his shoulders that you realize you’re hesitant to lower yourself. Sure, he’s seen you a million times before, but this just feels--you feel so exposed, like this.

Impatient, Namjoon loops his hands over the top of your thighs and yanks you down over his face, plants you right over his mouth. His tongue fucks into you instantly, his nose pressing down on your clit. When he inhales, you can feel it inside of you.

You quiver, so fucking on edge you want to scramble away and fuck yourself down on him at the same time. Every muscle in your body feels like a string wound tight enough to snap, but Namjoon only says, “stay,” and holds you down by your leash.

You can’t help moving anyway, hips twitching away uncontrollably. Namjoon doesn’t let you, of course not. He pins you down tight over him with one hand on your thigh and reaches around to spank you with the other. He seals his mouth over your clit, sucks on it. You scream, but he doesn't let go, not even for air, until he's made you come. And again, he spanks you for coming, and again, and when you can take it anymore, the overwhelming pain and the incessant friction of his tongue against your clit, you fall onto your hands, into the center of the bed.

Namjoon doesn’t spank you again. He just slides out from under you, places a wet kiss on your ass, where the skin still stings.

“Stop playing with me,” you hear yourself saying.

With one hand, Namjoon flips you onto your back. He bends your legs over your ears, bends you in fucking half, until your swollen pussy is just there and wide open for him to fuck into.

“Be patient,” he says, stacking a thick forearm against the back of your knees. His other hand guides his cock into you, and you’re already so wet, so loose for him, that there’s almost no resistance at all.

He fucks you like that, the leash heavy between your breasts. It feels intimate, the way he never takes his eyes off of you, how he looms over you. Your whole body is covered under his wide shoulders. It’s not long before you start whining, needy and so tired, and a wanton kind of look crosses his face.

The next thing, Namjoon’s pounding you open, hips slamming into you so fast, at such an insane pace he nearly drives you off the edge of the bed. You want to scramble back up, except you can’t, because Namjoon’s really just fucking every last thought clean out of your head. Namjoon doesn’t pull you back, either. He’s too close now to stop. He keeps fucking you, fucking the lights out of you, until you’re both kind of in a heap, half on the oversized platform bedframe, half on the mattress. In this position, your neck is exposed, and Namjoon mouths at your jaw, at the plane of your neck, over your collar. He's saying something but your head's too cloudy to make it out.

As he comes, he growls out a swear just beneath your earlobe. You don’t think you’d forget the sound of that for the rest of your life. He keeps inside of you for a second, then rubs you into an orgasm over his cock, and you can feel your cunt squeezing the come out over him as you buck into his hands

The two of you hang there for a minute, in a haphazard kind of mess. You have half a mind to laugh, but you can hardly remember how to breathe. By the looks of it, Namjoon can’t either.

Eventually, as you’re starting to feel cold, Namjoon picks you up off, then sets you down on the bed; the sheets are damp and stained, but you can’t find the energy to care. He comes to lay down beside you. Quietly, without a word, the two of you fall asleep together.

“I’ve got to go finish my work,” you say, when you wake. You prop yourself up onto your elbows, and your whole body complains at the sudden movement.

Curled up beside you, Namjoon just pulls on your leash. Not with any force, but enough to drag you back down beside him.

“What are you doing,” you yelp, as Namjoon rolls over you.

He hovers above you tentatively, then leans down and kisses you, soft. Just lips grazing.

“Stay here,” he says.

“I’m not your fucking puppy,” you tell him.

Namjoon laughs, his forefinger stroking absently at the edge of the leash. “No, you’re not.”

This time, you obey, anyway.

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