You and Harry are exes, on the day of your wedding, he pays you a visit, causing you to rethink things.
Sundress For The CEO
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You visit CEO Harry at his office, sad that he didn’t wake you up to say goodbye. (Older!Harry, Daddy!Harry, CEO!Harry)
Kitten
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Your boyfriend, Harry is a tattoo artist, when you two decide to get tattoos together late at night, he can’t help himself after tattooing your ass for an hour.
Love On Tour
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You accompany Harry on Tour, when things get too stressful, you’re there to help.
Coachella
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You and your friend group go to Coachella, when your very flirtatious friend, Harry, gets a little too touchy, and you get a little too horny, you decide to stop by your tent to blow off some steam.
Bikini
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Harry’s frat hosts a pool party, Harry can’t keep his eyes off you and your skimpy bikini.
More Than Enough
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You and Harry are best friends, when he's too involved in his school work, you offer to help him take a break.
Aperture
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Little glimpses into you and Harry’s relationships, navigating his fame and chaotic life. [fluff]
Morning Edge
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Harry wakes you up in the morning with something on his mind…though he’s going to take awhile to get to it.
chapter summary: you've been with namjoon for 100 days and you both have surprises up your sleeves for each other. this is pure, sickening fluff and some smut. like... tooth-rotting, ridiculous fluff. i'm almost ashamed.
pairing: namjoon x f!reader
rating: explicit (18+ please)
genre: smut, fluff, light angst, au: famous, but not an idol
chapter warnings: just copious amounts of fluff. like WAY too much fluff. smut, face-fucking, handcuffs (but soft), edging, penetrative sex, unprotected sex
chapter word count: ~5.5k (total 23.8k)
a/n: hello, im almost embarrassed about all the fluff. it's really over the top in a way that i don't normally write. thanks to my friends, @ugh-yoongi and @the-boy-meets-evil for looking this over, i appreciate you both!
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It’s been almost one hundred days since you ran into Namjoon at a random duty-free shop in Heathrow. Time has passed quickly, and it’s gone like this:
It’s been wintery days slipping into spring. The snow on the peaks melts, the cherry blossoms and wildflowers begin to rise out of their hibernation, the world around you comes back to life. You and Namjoon hike together as the trails thaw, you run a little bit when the sun comes out, and you realize both that he’s in way better shape than you and that he pretends he isn’t so that you feel better about it. It’s pretty nice.
It’s been slow days (and long nights) filled with you and Namjoon defiling every single surface in his apartment, his studio, your apartment (sorry Jimin), a couple of alleyways, the backseat of the car his company always sends for him, and exactly one public park bench.
It’s included anxious days of you asking for, and getting permission to tell Seokjin, your mom, and your sister about Namjoon and what he’s starting to mean to you. Seokjin, who is in deep with his girlfriend and seeing everything through rose-colored glasses, is ecstatic. Your mom asks when you’ll give her grandchildren, your sister asks how you “scored someone so far out of your league, for real.”
(And then she asked if you could get her an autograph. Namjoon said yes while you had her on speakerphone, because he’s endlessly kind. In turn, that led to you throwing your hand over his mouth, him licking your palm in retaliation, and then the two of you forgetting your sister was on the phone in favor of making out on his sofa while her protests were muffled, phone lost between the cushions beneath you.
That was the time you learned he didn’t actually mind being bossed around a little. He said he sort of liked how you stopped him from speaking, cheeks pink and voice soft. Later, you had him underneath you, hands bound carefully to his headboard as he begged for you to do something, anything to give him a little release, and you told him how good he was in approximately sixteen different ways before you gave in. After, he thanked you for edging him so thoroughly, and thanked you for finally letting him come, and thanked you again with his tongue in a complete role reversal.
You still don’t know when your sister hung up, but you did find a text from her the next morning letting you know that you were “disgusting and mom would be so disappointed in you.”)
It’s been days of being taken by surprise. Jimin and Taehyung weren’t part of your disclosure plan, but they know about him now, too. One weekend—according to Namjoon, who is much better at keeping track of these things than you are, it was around day sixty of your… situation—they said they were going to Busan to see Jimin’s family and would be gone until Sunday night. Namjoon had come over approximately five minutes after your roommates left, and the two of you, with every good intention, had ordered pizza and flipped on a movie. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and all, because there was almost no time before he had you on your hands and knees, gripping the back of the sofa, and trying not to moan or whine or scream too loud. Then you heard the keypad at your apartment door and couldn’t figure out in your one-orgasm-in-already brain why the pizza guy would be trying to let himself in. The shriek that Taehyung let out when he pushed the door open let you know that it was not, in fact, the delivery guy.
Jimin forgot his wallet.
They’d made it all the way to Seoul Station to catch the KTX before they’d realized. “We were all the way there,” Tae whined, now seemingly undeterred that you and Namjoon were absolutely naked and mid-fuck. Namjoon pointed out (with a weak laugh and his dick softening inside you) that he was the only one in the room not making it all the way anywhere that night. Taehyung had high-fived him over your head for getting you there first at least and followed that up with, “Man, you look so familiar,” while you and Jimin stared at each other, both a little mortified.
“I’m still fucking naked,” you said, trying to get anyone to understand the gravity of the situation. Jimin grabbed a throw blanket and tossed it to Namjoon, who really was just doing his best given the circumstances. Once you were both dressed and your roommates had booked tickets on the first morning train, you introduced them properly to Namjoon and shared your pizza with them while they asked endless questions about your relationship. It was… memorable.
And mostly, the days have passed with date after date after date: movie nights at his place, dinners at quiet restaurants with private tables, picnics on temple grounds and in parks, and taking in small concerts of artists he knows from the darkest corners of backstage. Whatever you do now, you find time to talk. You have a lot of things in common and a lot of things to teach each other. Conversation generally flows pretty freely with you, and when it doesn’t, you find you don’t really mind being quiet with him, either. Sometimes, there are late nights where he is somewhere deep in his own thoughts, writing lyrics and chewing on his pen while you read with your head in his lap and let his fingers tease at your hair.
Those nights are your favorite.
Ever since he’d told you around a mouthful of hotteok that he wanted to spend each day with you, it had pretty much happened. He doesn’t even let work obligations deter him.
He’s decided the best sort of torture is to show up at art show openings and gallery events when he knows you’re working. Namjoon must be a glutton for punishment, because he claims to like only being able to look at you from across the room, making casual conversation with you like you’re solely professional acquaintances, brushing his hand across your hips when he passes you in crowded exhibit spaces and hoping only you notice the way his fingertips linger. At first, it was distracting, and it still is, but you like the way he gets your heart racing just from being in close proximity, the way he flashes you his dimples when he thinks he can get away with it… You think you might like the danger of being caught.
(There was one particularly close encounter: you were backed against a wall outside the restrooms of a small museum, Namjoon had you caged in close, close, close and was telling you all the really interesting things he’d been thinking about doing with you when you came over to his place later. Your whole body felt hot, particularly the skin under your ear where he was speaking low and raspy, breath brushing your cheek, your neck… And then your boss had come around the corner, and the only thing saving you was her 100 mm heels which told you she was coming just before she could spot you. Namjoon jumped away and fussed with the button of his suit jacket. “I’d love to continue this conversation another time,” he said quickly, flashing you the same kind of staged smile you’d seen him give to strangers thousands of times.
But when you did end up at his place later, there was no conversation to be had. Your knees hit the floor at the same time his dress slacks did, and you gave him exactly the scene he’d laid out for you in the museum, eyes teary and pupils blown as you swallowed him down and let him fuck your throat until he came. No talking after, either, since your throat was raw, but he made you tea with honey and ran you a bath with lavender salts and made sure you didn’t have to lift a finger for the next 24 hours.)
So, it’s been almost one hundred days since you ran into Namjoon at a random duty-free shop in Heathrow. This fact is not lost on you, not one little bit, because he’s been a complete nervous wreck since the beginning of the week. He called you on Monday to see if you remembered that it was coming up this weekend, rambling about how important it is, how he’s going to make sure you have the best day, how he wanted you to know he hadn’t forgotten.
It would have been cute, like practically everything else he ever does, except… You had forgotten. So his phone call on Monday kicked off five days of sheer panic for you, begging Jimin to help you find a gift, scrambling to get your Saturday assignment covered, and calling your mother to see if she had any advice.
(Her advice was to pretend you hadn’t remembered, not buy a gift, and see what he got you first so that you would know the right ballpark. It explained a lot about why she’d been single for so long.)
“Baby?”
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Theoretically, when does your passport expire?”
You sigh. “We’re not leaving the country, Namjoon.”
“Too much?” He sounds somehow disappointed and relieved at the same time. You can almost picture the look on his face, the way his nose crinkles a little when he hears or says something he doesn’t like.
“Too much,” you affirm.
“Okay.” You hear him take a deep breath. “Hobi, she says that’s too much.”
In the background, you hear Hoseok cackling, and you try your hardest not to join him. It’s not that you think there’s anything about what Namjoon is doing to laugh at, it’s just that he’s so fucking adorable that you feel like you might burst. That affection is crawling and scratching at the inside of your chest and it has to come out somehow.
“I bet you’ll think of something perfect,” you say. “I just want to spend it with you. Doesn’t matter what we do, you know?”
There’s a pause; you know he’s turning your words over in his mind. Then he lets out a long sigh. “You’re so right. Just us. Maybe I’ve been overthinking it when it should just be simple.”
“Simple,” you agree fondly.
“Okay, gotta go, but I’ll see you tonight?”
“See you tonight.” You like him so much you could cry.
When it’s been 99 days, Namjoon shows up at your apartment unusually early. It’s a Friday morning, and he’d told you not to make plans. Apparently, he’s enlisted your roommates for help, which is an unnerving development because they know too much and there’s no way they should be able to contact your… friend at will and vice versa.
Taehyung wakes you up before eight in the morning promising coffee and something that sounds like, “a good dicking, but not from me, of course.” You roll out of bed at the idea of coffee and make your way to the kitchen, where you find both of your roommates with shit-eating grins on their faces and Namjoon with a nervous one on his. You can’t think of a time you’ve seen him dressed this early—he is decidedly not a morning person, preferring to stay up until just before the sun comes up and wake up sometime near noon. When you do see him at this hour, it’s usually when he’s naked and sleeping with a little bit of drool coming out of the side of his mouth. It’s much cuter than it sounds. You can fully admit to yourself that you’re pretty far gone for him if you think he’s adorable, sexy even (in a way), when he’s a snoring, drooling mess.
“Hi,” you say, after realizing you’ve just been standing in the living room staring at him. “Should I get dressed?”
Instead of answering, Namjoon takes a few steps closer to you and shoves his arm out, producing what appears to be a plant. “This is for you,” he says. “I know it’s not a ring, but I wasn’t sure I would pick one you liked, and I didn’t want to fuck it up, so... I got you this instead.”
“It’s a bonsai.”
He smiles softly. “Yeah, a Chinese Elm. It’s easy to take care of, I promise. I can help you. This one is twelve years old, so he’s pretty established.”
“Oh… Okay. Thank you.” You’re not sure what to say—no one’s ever given you a tree before. And it definitely wasn’t what you’d been expecting for a gift.
Jimin is practically squirming on his barstool, like he’s about to jump out of his skin. “Tell her what you told us,” he says.
Namjoon flushes pink immediately, and his voice drops a little. “I asked them if they thought it was an okay gift. It’s supposed to symbolize devotion.”
You think you forget how to breathe momentarily. All of a sudden, the little tree in your hands seems a lot heavier and more fragile than it did before.
“It’s perfect...” You know you sound totally done for, reverent even. But it matches how you feel.
He leans in and gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Glad you like it. We’ll have to think of a name this weekend.” He no longer sounds nervous, but excited about naming the tree, and it’s the newest topper to the list of endearing things about Kim Namjoon.
“Coffee first, though?” you ask. “Please, coffee.” Because if you’re being honest, this is all a lot to process pre-eight in the morning.
Taehyung and Jimin snicker and you remember you’ve had an audience this whole time. “You promised coffee,” you whine, directed squarely at Tae.
Namjoon has that, too. A perfect, still-hot americano from the place you like by his apartment, which you know because it’s in one of their fancy branded glass travel mugs with the wooden lids that you always ogle but never buy because they’re stupid expensive for what they are. “To-go cup,” he says. “So you can drink it in the car.” He hands it to you, so you have a tree in one hand and your precious drink in the other, and then he turns you around by your shoulders and sends you back to your room. “Pack a bag for two nights, nothing fancy, no passport needed.” And then in a rush, he adds, “If that’s okay with you.”
When you look over your shoulder at him, he looks soft and hopeful and exactly like the kind of person you’d follow to the moon and back. “Okay, two nights. Nothing fancy,” you repeat. “How long do I have?”
“As long as you need,” he says, knowing full well you rarely take as long to get ready as he does, so it’s not that much of a concession. Still kind, though.
You shower, get dressed, and do your skincare, all the while thinking about the man sitting in your living room, speaking in hushed voices with your roommates. Practically one hundred days and you still don’t really have a name for the thing between you—you don’t call him your boyfriend, you don’t talk about the future much, neither of you have said “I love you,” although you’re starting to feel like it’s going to roll off your tongue at any moment, which is terrifying at only three months in.
There are books and movies where this kind of thing happens, and one of the partners is always worried about where the other one stands. Sometimes, you think the idea that you don’t even know what to call him when you talk about him should scare you. But it mostly doesn’t. Whatever the feelings are between you, they feel solid. There’s a tiny nagging feeling that you don’t know for sure if he’s only seeing you, but even that doesn’t seem like too big of an issue. Partly because you don’t think he’d really have time to date anyone else, but mostly because he gives you what you need regardless of what he might be giving to other people. So, you think, would it really matter?
And then you see the tree sitting on your desk, the tree that supposedly means devotion, and you have a passing thought that it might be nice if he were devoted to you. And if you were to him. And if you only were to each other. And maybe your 100 days is the right time to tell him that.
Maybe.
You grab the envelope you’d had sitting there on your desk since Wednesday, your own strange gift for Namjoon, and you shove it in your purse. Just maybe you’ll give it to him, you think.
The drive as you leave Seoul is nice, as the buildings become more spread out and the landscape gets a little more verdant. You still aren’t used to the idea that someone just… drives him around, and by connection just drives you around, but it’s nice to share headphones with Namjoon in the backseat and watch the scenery pass and not have to think about anything. You think you’re close to falling back asleep as the minutes pass, with the white noise of the road and Nujabes in your ear and Namjoons fingers tangled with yours on the seat between you, his thumb tapping out an indistinct rhythm against your own.
And you definitely do sleep, waking with a start when the car pulls to a stop. Namjoon just woke up, too, you can tell by the blurry look in his eyes and the half stretch he gives like he always always does when he first comes to after sleep. You love knowing that about him, love all the little ticks and quirks that are so distinctly him all blending together into a person you care about, a complete person you might be starting to love more than you love each of the small pieces of him.
“Where are we?” you ask quietly, looking out the window.
“Nowhere,” he says. “Or… somewhere, but I don’t know what the town is called? There’s not much of a town anyway.”
“Pretty,” you note as you open the door to see you are surrounded by trees. “Trees everywhere.”
“It’s nice, right?”
“Really nice.”
You’re a little wide-eyed as you look around. Because you don’t have a car or too many local friends, you don’t leave Seoul often. You definitely don’t go to places like this where the air feels thinner and lighter and the sun is blocked and dappled by leaves and needles instead of buildings. When you turn around, you see that on the other side of the car there is a house. A small house with a flat roof, a deck that’s bigger than the house itself, and seemingly endless windows.
“A friend owns this place,” Namjoon says, coming to stand beside you. “Thought it would be nice to get away for a couple days.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Glad you think so,” he whispers. His breath against your ear makes you shudder and you don’t even pause anymore to wonder why he still has that effect on you.
When your bags are inside, the driver leaves with a promise to come back Sunday midday to bring you back to Seoul. There’s a brief moment of worry that you don’t have food and your phone doesn’t have service and there’s no way that even Yogiyo makes it all the way out to where you are. You can’t even hear another person.
“Joon-ah?”
“Yeah?”
“What if we get hungry?”
You can hear the smile in his voice when he answers even though you’re in the front room of the small house and he’s back in the bedroom. And as he tends to do, he gives you a simple answer to a simple question. “Then I think we’ll eat, baby.”
“We didn’t get food.”
Namjoon pads down the hallway toward you, rubbing his glasses on his shirt like a heathen who doesn’t care at all if he scratches the lenses. He probably doesn’t—you haven’t even been able to count how many different pairs he has. “No, we didn’t. But that’s because I already took care of it.”
He walks past you into the kitchen and opens the fridge, which is already stocked. You follow him and peer over his shoulder. “All my favorites. Lots of fruit!” You’re a little bit excited—fresh fruit is expensive and indulgent and you don’t let yourself buy it too often for your own apartment, and Namjoon lives off of delivery, so he never has much around, either.
“That’s right.” He gives you a smug grin as he closes the fridge, then turns around and pulls you in close. “All your favorites.”
“You’re very thoughtful.”
“I want,” he says softly and without breaking eye contact, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone, “to give you everything you want.” And even though it’s a little cheesy, you really, really believe him. You’re pretty sure the two of you aren’t talking about fruit anymore.
“Good,” you say, giving him your cheekiest grin, “because I have a long list and it starts in the bedroom.” You drag him, laughing, behind you back to the room to get started on your unwritten list.
In the morning, you wake up earlier than you normally would without the usual darkness of Namjoon’s bedroom to shield you from the sun. It’s nice though, the warm light easing you out of sleep, casting pretty shadows across the floor.
“Morning, baby,” he mumbles into your hair. “Sleep okay?”
You did. You slept better than okay after a long night of sex and laughing and talking and eating your beloved fruit on someone else’s sheets. “Mmhmm,” you murmur, crowding into his space even more, wrapping your arm over his torso. “You?”
“Always sleep well with you,” he says.
It’s not always actually true, and you know it, but statements like that are more about how you feel about things than about how they really are. It’s nice he feels that way about it, about you—you’re on the same page, and that’s so much more than you’re used to having in relationships… or whatever this is.
That’s the moment when it really strikes you that you don’t quite know. But you want to. There’s a small voice in the back of your head that tells you that it’s okay to hope, that you wouldn’t be waking up naked next to him in a beautiful house in the woods on your one hundred days if he didn’t at least sort of feel the same way you do. So, you decide to make good on your thoughts about devotion and your maybe presumptuous and probably embarrassing gift idea.
“Hey,” you say, sitting up on an elbow. “Happy one hundred days.” He’s beautiful in the mornings, you think, with his sleepy smiles and his messy hair, and his endless planes of golden skin. Namjoon may not be a morning person, but the mornings certainly love him. You love him in the morning, and the other times of the day, as well. It’s overwhelming.
“Happy one hundred days.” He leans over, kissing whatever skin on your arm he can reach without fully sitting up. It must be obvious (or he just knows you too well already) that you’re a little lost in thought, because then he taps a finger on your temple. “What’s on your mind?” he asks.
“I got you something, but I’m not sure it was the right thing to get… It’s not a tree or a ring or anything.”
He laughs, affectionate and warm. “I don’t need a tree or a ring. I’m sure whatever you got is perfect.”
“It’s kind of weird,” you say.
“Well, I can be kind of weird, and we met in what most people would think was a weird way, so I’m sure it’s perfect.”
You roll your eyes with no malice, and as you get out of bed to go get your gift, he gives you a little slap on your backside. “Hurry up,” he teases. “It’s cold without you.”
(It’s not—he’s the warmest person you’ve ever known.)
It doesn’t take long for you to get the envelope from your bag, and you clutch it tightly when you hustle back to bed and settle against the headboard. It had seemed like the right kind of idea, like it would make a statement at least. Jimin had smirked at you when you told him what you were planning, and all he said was, “That’s not a traditional gift,” which you definitely already knew. It really had seemed like a good idea then.
But now that it’s time to explain yourself, you’re more than a little nervous about it.
And you know you look and sound anxious when you hand it to Namjoon with only a quiet, “This is for you.”
He sits up and grabs his glasses from the nightstand, then slides the envelope open carefully and pulls the paper out to read it. You watch his eyes scan the page while you pick at the duvet nervously, twisting it around in your fingers and trying not to just snatch it back and tell him to forget it. You’re almost sure you could distract him successfully.
“Baby,” he says, finally looking over at you, eyes meeting yours about the rim of his glasses. “What is this?”
“Uh… well, it seemed like a good idea last week… It’s… you know… I’m… uh… clean,” you say, making a vague gesture around yourself, hoping he can figure out what you mean.
“I see that,” he says. And you see the smile starting to form, his left dimple making its presence known. It’s only mildly reassuring, given the way you feel like you’re laying a lot on the table.
“And I thought you should know, because uh… I don’t want to do this with anyone else. I don’t know what this is, but I think I really want it to be something. And you’re the only person I want this kind of something with right now…”
Namjoon just watches you fidget, he doesn’t say anything in return. The silence is near literally killing you; you think your heart may have stopped a while ago.
“This is so embarrassing… Please say something,” you whisper.
He doesn’t say a word, but he drops the letter on the floor beside the bed, and pulls you unceremoniously into his lap, then kisses you hard and deep. There’s not even a second for you to process what’s happening, but when he licks into your mouth and squeezes your hips, your brain finally kicks in and you realize this isn’t the bad reaction you were dreading. He tugs on your bottom lip when he pulls away and it makes you whimper—you’re always at his mercy lately.
“We,” he says, before kissing up your jaw, “are definitely something.” He nips along your pulse point and then lands a soft kiss over the spot. “And I’m sorry that you weren’t sure. Because I am very sure that this, with you, is the only something I want right now, too.”
“That’s really good,” you say, still a little surprised both with your own boldness and his manhandling of you.
Squeezing his arms around you, he pulls you higher up into his lap, kissing you deeply, making soft sounds from the back of his throat like he’s trying to talk to you through the kiss—it feels a little like the thing you’ve been afraid to say, a little like love. “I am, too, you know. It’s only been you since we started this,” he says quietly against your lips.
You’re not exactly surprised by that admission, but it’s really nice to finally hear him say it. “Lie down,” you whisper, lifting your hips up to let him slide down and lay flat against the mattress, and moving a pillow so it sits under his head.
Namjoon does what he’s told, of course, watching your every movement, looking at you like you’re the only other person on the planet as you settle yourself on top of him, slowly moving back and forth along his length. Your hands grip the headboard above him as you move, and his rest on your hips, keeping you tight against him. You’re wet for him already, sliding easily over his cock. And all you can see is him—looking blissed out and overwhelmed, the same way you feel inside. It’s a little like the first time again, with the anticipation and the newness and the very beginnings of infatuation, but with the addition of something more.
Each time you sit fully back, you let out a soft whimper, settling into a rhythm that’s already making you want more, harder, faster… everything.
“Baby, I—”
“I know, me too,” you say, and you lift your hips to grip him and then carefully, slowly, lower yourself onto him. It’s unbelievable how good it is to really feel him completely, nothing between him and you.
“Oh, fuck…” He’s clearly a little overwhelmed by it, too, unable to choke out much more than the occasional curse and fragment of your name.
You start to move again, grinding against him. And even though you’re technically touching him where it matters most, you still want more—to hold his face, to feel that he’s real—that this isn’t all some insane dream you’re bound to wake up from at any moment. So, you lean forward and lower yourself until you’re carefully holding his jaw. Your thumbs settle into where his dimples should be, and you slide your tongue along his, kissing him just the same way you’re riding him: deep, slow, and with every ounce of meaning you can muster. He lightly pulls your bottom lip between his teeth again when you break the kiss, and when you let go of his face, you move your hands to his and lace your fingers together on either side of his head.
You don’t move from that position: foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in hushed whispers of pleasure, fingers interlocked… It’s everything.
And this... You need a picture of this moment. His eyes closed, lips parted to let quiet moans out, his cheeks flushed... Nothing and nobody are perfect, but this has to be as close as you think you might get in this lifetime.
“Feels so good like this…” he half-sighs and half-moans, eyes still closed in bliss, and you know you’re both getting closer to the point where you won’t be able to take it slowly any longer.
You squeeze his hands in yours. And since you’re already being more honest than you think you’ve ever been with someone, you put your lips by his ear and add, “Never thought it could be this good…”
Namjoon smiles in return—a little wicked, a little enamored—and he thrusts his hips up into you, eliciting a loud curse from you as you press down at the same time.
“This is just the beginning,” he promises as he fucks into you, deeper and harder, just like you want—never letting go of your hands, never taking his eyes off of your face.
It’s only seconds between when your thighs tighten around him and your lips crash back into his, whining into his mouth as you kiss him and come with a shudder.
He lets go of your hands and wraps his arms around you, like he’s trying to get you even closer to him as you ride him through his climax, his head buried in your hair, as close as you can possibly be.
You stay there as your breathing steadies and your heart rates begin to drop back to normal, the steady thrum of his in perfect time with yours. Eventually, you turn your head and kiss his cheek, before rolling off of him and onto your back next to him. Your hand finds his again, and you stare at the ceiling, holding hands and breathing in relative silence until you finally speak.
“I’m scared I’ll always want more with you,” you say, still painfully honest, like he’s both the object of all your affection and your living, breathing diary.
“That’s okay,” he says, turning to look at you. “You can take what you need, baby.”
He says it like it’s simple, like it’s obvious. He says it like there’s no other way to say it, no other option on the table. It’s a lot to offer—letting you have carte blanche is more than anyone’s ever given you, and it’s a lot of responsibility.
You lie quietly next to him and think about how it might be okay, because you’ve let him have it with you, too, even if you haven’t said it.
You think about how it didn’t even feel like a choice to lend out your heart as you fell hard and fast for the man next to you.
You think about how hopeful you are that it will work out, that you won’t have to take it back because of how kind he is, how generous he is with you but careful at the same time…
And you almost laugh out loud when you think about how very you it is of the two of you to have had a heartfelt conversation about what’s going on between you and to come away from it only knowing that there is something, still untitled, there.
Before you fall back asleep in the too-warm room next to a too-warm Namjoon, the last thought you have is that you’re pretty sure you’ve never been more afraid or more in love, and you wonder if with him, those will always seem like two different names for the same thing.
synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?
pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader
genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au
rating; 18+ MINORS DNI
warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, reader has some body image issues, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)
w/c; 4,744
a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always. this is a repost.
It was another chilly September evening.
The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.
You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.
All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.
Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.
The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.
Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.
You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.
You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.
You spot Namjoon easily.
He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.
Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.
His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.
“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”
Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.
“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.
Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ‘sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.
Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.
He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.
You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.
“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”
You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.
His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.
You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.
As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.
“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”
His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.
Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.
“Is this some kind of a bet?”
His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.
“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.
“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”
He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.
“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.
Pursing your lips, you reply.
“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”
You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.
An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.
“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”
He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.
“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”
He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.
He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.
“There’s that smile!”
Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.
“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”
From that point on, you were hooked.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.
Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.
When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.
“Oi! Get a room you two!”
Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.
Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.
Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.
“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”
His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.
You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.
You couldn’t wait.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.
Huh. You wonder what that’s about.
You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.
It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.
The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.
“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”
“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”
You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.
If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.
“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”
You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.
The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.
He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.
“I love you, y/n.”
The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.
He wins. He always wins.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.
It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.
Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.
“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”
He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.
“Just gorgeous?”
His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.
“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”
“I’m gonna stop you right there.”
His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.
“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”
Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.
“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.
“There’s that smile I love.”
“Shut up.”
You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.
“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”
“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”
You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.
He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.
You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.
His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.
A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.
“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”
“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.
You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.
Then, he doesn’t waste any time.
He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.
He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.
“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.
“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”
You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.
You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.
He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.
“Are you okay?”
You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.
“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”
Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.
You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.
You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.
“I thought you said no teasing?”
“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”
You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.
Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.
Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.
He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.
“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”
You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.
You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.
Like you love him.
So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.
“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.
“I love you too.”
Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.
“I always saw you.”
You tilt your head in confusion.
“Saw me?”
“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”
“You’re joking.”
“Serious as a heart attack.”
A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.
Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.
Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader
Genre: this is literally just a pwp - SMUT, a hint of crack, a hint of fluff
Summary: You and Namjoon enjoy a day at the pool, barely clothed.
Minors DNI, 18+ only
Warnings: teasing, boners, grinding, Namtiddies, unprotected sex, nipple sucking, orgasms (his and hers), creampie, body worship ig, use of the name "baby", let me know if i missed anything
WC: 2k
Disclaimer: This is just fiction, it is in no way a depiction of anyone in real life.
A/N: idk where this came from but pls let me know if you enjoy this pwp i wrote, i had fun with it and i have to thank the real life kim namjoon. he is a sexy sexy man.
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You have an itty bitty tiny bikini on.
You know Namjoon loves it. He bought it for you.
You wonder if this is pain or pleasure for him. If he was sweating under his parasol, you hope he was sweating because of you.
It’s a very risqué but very enviable piece. It displays all of your features as well as your hidden treasures beautifully.
He has his book at his side and he’s laying on the pool chaise, inclined up at an angle. You don’t glance down to see if his swim trunks are tenting.
You squeeze out a dollop of sunscreen into your palm. You contemplate whether to ask Namjoon to help you but you decide against it. You want to show that you can take care of yourself.
After you rub it around on your skin for a painstakingly long time, you stand from your chaise. You look down and busy yourself by readjusting your bottom strings on your hips.
You can’t stand the sun’s heat on your skin any longer and the soles of your feet start to burn against the unshaded concrete.
You effortlessly, but purposefully, add a subtle sensual beat to each step and sway of your hips as you walk to the shallow end of the pool. When you break the surface, you gracefully descend down the stairs and keep your eyes straight ahead at the other end of the pool.
The water meets your waist and you push ahead, bending your upper body forward in the water with your hands together in front of your head. You swim down all the way to the deep end.
You grab the coping of the pool. You rest your forearms on it so you’re positioned upright in the water.
You feel thoroughly equilibrated by the refreshing contact with water. It feels good, resting here like this.
You close your eyes and rest a cheek on your folded arms.
You inhale once before you hear a heavy splash. You keep your eyes closed and breathe out.
You hear gentler splashes of water behind you, getting louder and the ripples against your back getting larger.
He quietly pants behind you and doesn’t say anything as he reaches for the coping, placing his hand right next to your elbow.
You slowly peel your eyes open and you see the inside joint of his golden forearm and thick bicep.
You haven’t been able to see him much lately but you can tell he’s hitting the gym more often. He feels bigger and firmer than ever against your back, like a massive, heavy veil enshrouding you.
You want to bask in the blissful feeling of your back against his chest. You love the security of it, despite being alone with him here in his private pool.
“Miss me?” you ask as you lift your forearms off the coping, grappling onto it with your hands. You push back further to nuzzle into his chest and he places his other hand on top of your tummy, keeping you flush against him.
“You don’t know how much,” he admits with a mix of reverence and lust in his voice. He kisses the adjoining surface of your ear and face, and leaves a trail along your jaw.
You can’t help but squirm in the water, leaning your head back onto his shoulder and exposing your neck for his attack. You can feel his thick cock against your ass and it's harder than the concrete you’re holding onto.
“Come back,” he says hoarsely. His brows furrow and he almost lets out a moan at how you keep grinding over his trunks.
“But it feels so nice being in the water.”
“I’ll make you feel even better. I promise,” he says with a low, sure voice.
You turn around and the hand that was on your stomach moves to the small of your back.
You take a moment to admire his golden skin and the lust in his eyes and eyelids. Then you trail down his neck, collarbones, and land your eyes on his pecs.
He lifts one eyebrow at you. “You checking me out, baby?” He flexes one pec, displacing the water between the two of you and splashing just under your chin.
Your mouth gapes open. “Joon!”
He smiles his devilish smile with his perfect set of teeth and dimples.
Where did he learn to do that, is the only question your brain cells can take on right now. You flush with heat and the pool water no longer feels refreshing. If you’re going to flush with heat, you’d rather it happen out in the sun so Namjoon can feel the burning heat again too.
“I bet you’ve been staring at mine since we came out here,” you challenge him but it sounds out so weak once you hear it leave your mouth.
He has nothing to say to that. It’s a fact. You watch as he unashamedly brings his eyes down and admires your barely covered bust.
You look down and up at him again, contemplating. You fidget a bit with the tiny piece of fabric covering one breast, this time more as an invitation for him to join you. You tug away the fabric to reveal a hard nipple and you let him observe you like a painter and his subject.
You both look up at each other with wonder.
He wants to touch you but it’s difficult without treading water at this end of the pool.
“Baby. Let’s get out of the water,” he suggests solemnly.
You start kissing up his neck. “Fine,” you relent breathlessly.
You look in Namjoon’s eyes and slowly trail one hand up to untie the knot that keeps your top up. You undo the other knot against your back and bring the bikini to lay on top of the coping.
Namjoon is distracted by your tits fully open for him to see. You move behind him and wrap your arms around him, your hands feeling up his pecs and your cheek on his shoulder blade. All you can see is the wide expanse of his skin and you flutter your eyes closed as you kiss his skin slowly.
You wish you could do this all day, without a single worry over work or any other obligations.
Namjoon doesn’t know if he’s going crazy at the feel of your soft hands fondling his pecs or the feel of your bare breasts against his back.
“Joonie. Race me back? I get a head start!” is all you say before you’re off.
He’s a bit late but he doesn’t take long to kick start his brain and swim after you.
Still, you beat him to the end. Or maybe he lets you beat him so you can have this vision before you.
When you sit on your chaise and turn around to see where he is, you find Namjoon ascending from the water like a fucking Adonis. This full body view of him soaking wet makes you unconsciously hold your breath and squeeze your thighs. You want to lick all the droplets of water that formed on his skin and comb your hands through his short, damp hair as you ride his cock.
The memory of how hard he felt against you in the water forms a burning fire in your pit and you’re sure your bikini bottom is even wetter.
He doesn’t even mention anything about your little trickery earlier.
He stands in front of his chaise before he unties the drawstring of his swim trunks and drops them. His huge cock hangs in the air before he strokes it a couple times. He moves to sit on his towel-covered chaise. Your throat feels dry as you try to swallow.
“Come here, baby,” Namjoon tells you.
You look at his face again. He continues to stroke his cock as you step forward to his chaise.
You straddle his thighs and place your hands on his broad shoulders.
“When did you get so big, Joonie?” you ask.
His other hand moves to cup your thigh and softly trail his hand up to your hip.
“You like it, huh?” he notes. “I love this fucking bikini on you.” He takes a moment to fully admire your breasts and the tiny bottom you still have on, strings holding everything together at your hips. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”
The crazed look in his eyes and his explicitness of his desire makes you want to bounce on his cock, ride him into oblivion.
You take over stroking his cock, already slick with his arousal, and more oozes out as you twist your hand around the head.
Your other hand plays with the bikini string at your hip.
“Keep it on…” Namjoon stops you in your tracks. “I wanna see you on my cock with how easily this can just be moved…to the side.” He moves the fabric to reveal your lips.
He softly parts them with his fingers, feeling you dripping. Then he rubs the pads of his fingers on your clit for a few seconds and you jolt from his touch. He removes his hand to slide your slick on his cock.
You take him in your hand again and align him with your pussy. You slide down but you feel a tight pressure, even with your slick. You really forgot how big he is but he feels so fucking good.
“Joon…so big,” you manage to get out in a whimper.
Namjoon almost bites his tongue at how tight you fit around him. He moans your name. “Take it. You can take it, baby.”
When you manage to take all of him, the bottom of your thighs are flush against the top of his and you throw your head back in ecstasy. You love the feeling of being filled up by him.
You start grinding, feeling his cock snug against that spot that needs the most attention. It's not long before you’re bouncing yourself on his cock.
Namjoon watches how you take his cock like it belongs to you, your breasts bouncing with you. He keeps his hands on your back but can’t keep them at one position, sliding everywhere.
He still can’t get over the tiny bikini bottom tucked away to the side. There’s something so carnal about the sight.
He feels like a glutton but he doesn’t feel any guilt or remorse. He wants you all for himself. He hopes you don’t wear this bikini for anyone other than him. You don’t intend to.
“Feels so good,” you drag out, building up to your orgasm.
“Fucking fuck, you’re amazing,” he babbles.
You want to laugh because of his nonsense but also because everything feels so good. You realize you’re not bouncing anymore when he starts to thrust his hips up and he pulls you down towards his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. You’re glad he took over because your thighs were starting to burn.
“Ngh—Joonie!” you squeal.
Finally, your tits are right up against his face, easily accessible. He takes a nipple and sucks it into his wet mouth, flicking his tongue over it. He repeats on the other nipple. Then he kisses your sternum, returning his focus to thrust more forcefully into your pussy.
When Namjoon’s in control, he knows exactly how to play you like a fiddle. All the sensations you feel through your body are overwhelming. You hide your face in his neck and you nearly scream.
“So fucking tight. Gonna. Fucking. Fill. You. Up.” He emphasizes each word with each thrust of his hips. “Fuck!”
You feel your pussy convulsing around him uncontrollably but you lay against his chest as you let your orgasm ride out. You can feel his hot spurts of cum shooting inside your pussy and you love the feeling of it.
“You came so much, Joonie.” You hum on his chest. “I love it.”
He smiles. “I love it, too, baby. And I fucking love this bikini on you. God.”
“I know,” you tell him. If you know, why is heat creeping up your face again, you wonder.
“It makes me hard, just imagining you again.” You feel his cock harden inside you again and you blush even more profusely. “I want it saved as a picture or something,” he admits sheepishly with a chuckle.
His comment makes you shy but almost instantaneously gives you an idea to send him actual pictures of you in this bikini soon. That’s an idea for another day though. Today was a day well spent at the pool.
┉┈ Genre, au, ratings: 18+ | smut | brother's best friend au, forbidden au
┉┈ Summary: You know, you shouldn't think about him and you shouldn't be begging him to fuck you hard but yet you're here, gasping for air when he's fucking your brains out.
┉┈ Warnings: Age gap; oc- 21, Namjoon- 27 | fuck boy!Namjoon | Flirty but boyfriend meterial!Namjoon | Artistic!reader | He got a filthy mouth | pov change (2 times) | mention of smoking & drinking alcohol | Masterbation | second hand embarrassment 😗 | dirty talking | oral (f+m); fingering, handjob+ blowjob | multiple orgasms | spanking | hair pulling | rough & unprotected sex | slight spit play | slight breast play |making out | biting/scratching | use of ‘slut’ once | cum swallowing/eating | fingers sucking
┉┈ Word count: 3.4k+
┉┈ Notes: After so many weeks here it is :p I dunno how but 90% of it is smut, sorry T_T Thank you so much @silvervelvetaeheartu for being the best beta reader and helping me! <33 It was supposed be an one-shot but yeah 👁️
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The heavy footsteps fill the ninth floor as I lazily drag my feet towards the shared dorm. This day couldn't get more exhausting. Thumping the passcode I enter the dorm to find out no one. Wasn't Jimin, my ‘roommate’ supposed to be here, since it's his off day? I really thought that I could ask him to make lunch for me today– which he'd do without saying anything, but the man is nowhere to be found. Sighing, I throw my tired body on the couch.
Just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone vibrates in my pocket, groaning as I pick it up without even checking. “Hello~”, a sweet voice chimes from the other side. “Chim! Where are you?” I cried out, and hearing my voice the man chuckled, “Sorry, I forgot to tell you but… I'm on my way to Busan.”
Now, pause. “___? Are you there?” “Are you serious right now?!” exclaiming, I huff loudly but this man has the audacity to laugh. “___, I said I'm sorry, and I'll try to go back quickly, okay?” I don't ask him further but mutter an ‘okay’ before ending the call.
Since I have enough time, I take my time to shave properly, and take a nice and warm shower– because I didn't have time this whole week.
Hair wrapped in a white towel as I wear the big and comfy t-shirt. Since no one is at home, I don't bother wearing any underwear, I'm gonna go under the thick blanket anyways.
Humming lightly to myself, I dry my hair but flinch when I hear the continuous banging on the door. Who in the right mind would do this shit when they can simply ring the bell like a normal person?
Turning off the hair dryer, I peek through the pipe whole and it's.. black? Suddenly, someone looked through it, making me screech in horror. “Fuck! ” I exclaim loudly, holding my chest as it heaves up and down. I hear some muffled voices and slowly open the door.
“Yah! What took you–”, the man in front me stops himself and looks down with a shocked face. “___? What are you doing here?” Is he really asking me this? Clearing my throat, I ask him back, “I should ask you that, what are you doing here?”
Scratching his nape, he looks behind my small frame before returning his gaze towards me, “Err.. I thought Jimin lives here?” he asked, sounding unsure. “Well, yeah but he went to Busan and I'm not sure when he will be back.” I tell him, shifting one to another foot as suddenly a wave of nervousness hits me.
After all this year, he came back. Is he not gonna say anything except asking about Jimin?
“Ca–”
“Well..”
We both start together, I look up to him. Raising my eyebrows, I tell him to continue.
“Well, can I stay here for a few days? I swear, I'll find a new apartment soon-” and he continues to blabber.
I really thought that I'd have this apartment to myself for a few days or maybe weeks. I know for a fact that Jimin won't be back soon, because after all he went to Busan after a year.
“Uh, alright. Ask Jimin if you can stay in his room..” Leaving him behind I basically ran into my room. Slamming the door shut, I curse at myself. Mentally slapping when I realized that the whole time I was there, talking with him without wearing a bra or panties. ‘___, you dumb bitch’ I curse at myself and shook my head before sitting on the bed.
And just like that I spend my time staying in my room. I don't even bother to know what that man is doing outside. But my foolish stomach… I didn't even have the chance to eat anything today, all I was thinking about was sleeping.
I look at the clock, 7:32. I sigh, mentally preparing myself before leaving the bed. But this time I didn't forget to wear my undergarments. Putting my hair into a bun, I open the door. Trying not to make any sound, I hear little rustlings in the kitchen.
Making my way towards the kitchen I saw his buff, tall body leaning against the kitchen counter. Hearing the slightest sound Namjoon looks towards my way, before a toothy grin crept up on his face, showing his two prominent dimples. Oh! How amazing it'd feel to poke them.
He's wearing tight, black shorts with a sleeveless and loose t-shirt. His one hand is filled with bright tattoos– which ends till his neck. I won't be surprised if I see more of them under the thin t-shirt he's wearing.
I swear if he even moves a bit, I'll be able to see what he's hiding inside– ‘stop thinking about it, you pervert’ I tell myself before coming to the kitchen counter.
Few empty packets of ramen lay there with the seasoning packets open near them,“It was getting late and I don't know what you'd like to eat, so I made ramen.” He says before letting out a nervous chuckle.
Nodding my head I step towards him, “That's fine. I didn't have lunch today, so I'm really hungry right now..” I let him know. I don't even know why I'm telling him this but he just nods his head and asks, “Can you give me two bowls?”
Without saying anything, I bend down to open the cupboard and grab bowls and chopsticks before putting them in front of him.
We both start eating, and it'd be a huge lie if I say that the silence between us is not awkward. Only the sound of slurping can be heard. But, Namjoon clears his throat, before asking, “So, how are you? It's been a long time since we met…”
“I'm good, how are you? And yeah, it's been five years, I guess.” I look up to find him looking towards me, but this time I hold my gaze and not look away like the cowardly person I was a few years ago.
“So you counted, huh? I was good as well but you know work…” nodding to himself he chews on the corner of his plumpy lips. “Where were you all this time?” Without wasting my time, I ask him. His eyebrows touch his hairline, as if this question was too straight forward and he wasn't expecting this, at least not now.
“I was in Incheon, for… work.” Yeah, work. Everyone who is close to him knows what kind of work. Work he did for his ‘friends’. They basically dragged him down to hell, and introduced him to smoking, drinking and who knows what. Everyone tried to tell him– and even me. But he didn't bother listening and acted as if it was okay to do these things. And when he couldn't handle us, he ran away, far away from here.
I, however, don't ask anything about it, because this was not the right time to discuss. Changing the topic, we talked about something else and quickly finished eating. Namjoon declared that he's sleepy and went towards Jimin's room before cleaning the dishes.
10:45. Shit, shit, shit ! I muttered a few curse words when I noticed the notification. Notification from the asmr channel.. I completely forgot that it was supposed to be today. But then again, Namjoon said that he's tired, so he won't be awake right? Right.
But still I open my door and lean my ears against the closed door. I hear the faint sound of his snores. Yeah, he's sleeping.
Coming back to my room, I remove my hoodie before removing my panties. Already feeling excited. Now that I'm only wearing a bra, I open my drawer before pulling out the silicon mold. I connected the headphones with my phone's bluetooth and I sat, leaning against the headboard.
The asmr artist starts to speak with his sensual voice. I slowly drag my fingers and press them against my clit and circling on the sensitive area. Already feeling wet because of how the asmr artist moans and the sound of his skin slapping as he pumps himself in a rough manner.
Gliding the silicon mold against my wet folds I push it inside. Moaning at how good it feels to feel it against my walls again after so many weeks.
Suddenly my mind goes towards Namjoon, the way he was holding the chopsticks between his long, slender fingers, the way his biceps flexed everytime he made a movement, the way his thighs clenched when he sat on the chair.
I can't help but think of how his big cock would feel against my tight walls, how his moans would sound like..
I imagine the dusty pink toy as his cock and thrust it inside. I scream against my hand and keep moving it in a rough manner. Imagining his cock hitting my g-spot as I cum. But I didn't even notice when the bluetooth had disconnected and I came just by imagining the man who's sleeping beside my room, the man who's also my brother's best friend, the man whom I should stay away from.
I almost scream when I see a buffy shadow leaning against the door frame and the door is now fully open. Namjoon…
I hurriedly cover my body with the blanket as I stare into his dragon eyes in fear. Even through the light red light I didn't fail to notice how his jaw clenches as his eyes boring holes into mine.
I find myself stuttering in front of him, “W-what are you doing here?” But ignoring my question he slams the door shut behind him before coming towards me. Horror engulfs me like a cold breeze. I practically scream, “Namjoon, get out! This is not okay!”
Just as I finished my sentence, he replies, almost immediately while clenching his teeth, “Yeah? And it's okay to masturbate knowing I'm beside your room and can fucking hear you moaning?!”
Fuck my life.
I open my mouth to say something but I don't know what to say. Embarrassment isn’t enough for what I feel right now. Even though I'm holding the blanket against me tightly, I still feel naked in front of him. Namjoon sits on the bed before ruffling his already messy dark hair.
“How long have you been doing this shit?” he asked. “I-”, I open my mouth but nothing comes. A heavy sigh leaves through my chest, but before I could even think about anything, Namjoon says something that makes my eyes widen.
“Do you want to know how it'd feel get actually fucked? Not by that useless toy but by an actual dick?”
My whole body feels hot, and without even thinking twice I slowly nod my head.
I darkly chuckle when I see her nodding her head, innocently, even though this dirty girl is no way near innocent.
The girl who always would run away whenever we'd make eye contacts before. She was fifteen or sixteen back then and I was twenty one. I still remember the way her face would get bright red, whenever I'd tell her how beautiful she looks.
Things have changed a lot except the fact that this little girl in front of me still gets shy.
I see the way she presses her thighs against each other to get some frictions, how tightly she's holding the blanket against her chest.
“Imagine the way I'd suck against your neck, imagine the way I'd suck those nipples, imagine the way I'd fuck–” cutting my sentence she whines, her voice comes out in a whisper as she says, “Namjoon, please..”
“What? I can't hear you.” I whisper, deciding to tease her. Why not? After all these years I finally got her exactly how I wanted her to be. All these years I was scared, scared about what her brother would think, but hearing her pretty moans, seeing her naked in front of my eyes, I couldn't control myself. Fuck Hoseok, and the ‘bro code’.
Clearing her throat, he looks into my eyes before saying, “Please fuck me..”
My eyes turned darker, it was already so hard when I heard her moaning. I feel my cock twitching into my boxers. I know I won't last long because I almost came just by hearing her but before even I could do that I came towards her room to find her fucking herself with the silicon toy.
“Get on your knees.” I command her. But find her looking at me with wide eyes. “What–” she asked. “I said, get on your knees and suck my cock.” She closes her eyes before opening them again. Slowly removing the blanket from her petite body.
And just like I thought, she isn't wearing anything except the light coloured bra, her hardened nipples slightly visible as she sits in front of me on the floor before toying with the fabric of my shorts. Her soft gaze meets mine and I nod my head, telling her to do whatever she wants.
I slowly remove the shorts along with his boxers. His thick and hard cock slaps against his abdomen. I lightly gasp, feeling a wet sensation between my legs.
I take his cock in my hand and hear him hissing lightly. I feel the beads of precum on the tip as I smear it with my thumb. I felt the prominent veins against his hot cock as I cradled it with both my hands. Using light pressure I move my hand up and down– from the base to the tip while holding his left thigh with my other hand and feel his muscles clenching against my palm.
Namjoon removes a few strands of hair from my face and I lean down to take him in my mouth.
I swirl my tongue on his leaking tip as Namjoon hastily pulls my hair into a messy ponytail. I take most of his cock into my mouth and pump the part that couldn't fit.
I look up at him from below as his face scrunches in pleasure, grunting loudly when the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. I felt tears brimming in the corner of my eyes but I simply don't care, at least not now.
He tugs at your ponytail, making you look up towards his face. Gritting his teeth, he says, “Look at you, sucking my cock like a dirty little slut.” Chuckling a little, he continues “Wonder what your brother would do if he finds out about his little sister gagging on his best friend's cock.”
My eyes widened at the mention of my brother, I felt my heart beat at a faster pace. My brother would either send me somewhere far from Seoul or bury me alive. He'd never let me get close to any one of his friend especially, someone like Kim Namjoon but here I am– practically pleading him to fuck me hard without any shame.
Looking at my shocked face, Namjoon says with an amusing grin on his face, “Awh, getting scared now, hm? Don't worry, I won't tell him. Now, rub your clit for me and suck me like a good girl.”
I do as he said– dragging my hand between my legs, I part my swollen and wet fold with my fingers before taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. Giving kitten licks on his leaking tip before I skillfully fondle his balls with my other hand.
He thrusts forward into my mouth as I feel him twitching in my mouth. I rub myself harder when I feel myself cumming with him. He releases hot, thick cum into my mouth and I hum against him as I cum on my fingers.
I stand on my knees– feeling wobbly as I hold Namjoon's shoulder for support but he takes my right hand in front of his mouth before licking the cum from my middle and ring finger.
Closing his eyes, he hums before pulling them from his mouth and makes me sit on the bed.
Standing between my legs, he bends down to capture my lips between his. Finally, for the first time I feel his lips against mine, as he swipes his tongue against my lips before biting it slowly.
I hold the back of his neck and tilt my head before taking his upper lip between mine and kiss him roughly.
He squeezes my thighs before dragging his finger on my slit, making me gasp against his mouth and he takes this chance to thrust his tongue into my mouth. He sucks on every inch of my mouth before pulling back his head.
His forehead resting against mine as we both pant heavily against each other. Hot breath hitting our skin as we stay like this for a while.
Pushing my body in the middle of the bed, he arranges a few pillows. I take this time to admire the tattoos on his hand and tug on his t-shirt and pull it over his head before throwing it somewhere in the corner of my room.
He hastily opens the hook of my bra before attaching his lips with mine. Lips dragging across my ears to my neck as he bits lightly making me whimper and hold his shoulders tightly.
Completely laying me against the pillow, he hovers above me before taking my nipple into his mouth as he sucks lightly and pinching the other one with his other hand.
“Are you on pills?” he murmurs against my chest before grazing his teeth on my nipple.
Without any hesitation, I nod before muttering a ‘yes’. Suddenly he flips me over on my stomach and pulls my ass higher before landing two slaps on my asscheecks.
I look behind me and watch him as he spits into his hand before spreading it all over his cock and on my cunt.
I gasp at the feeling of him pushing his digit in my tight cunt. My hold the sheets tighten and I squeeze my eyes shut when I feel the slight burning sensation.
A throaty moan leaves from my mouth as I feel him fully inside me. The feeling of him against my hot walls feels so foreign, yet it feels heavenly. He groans against my shoulder a few times when I intentionally clench around him.
After adjusting his size, I slowly start moving my hips. Gathering my hair into a messy ponytail, Namjoon tugs at it till my back meets his sweaty front.
Leaving sloppy kisses on my shoulder, he sucks against my hot skin. Breathing heavily through my nose, I tried to move at the same pace as him.
“Namjoon, I'm gonna cum-” I let him know. “Fuck-fucking hold–don't”, he says immediately before moving at a faster pace. His cock kept hitting against my sensitive spot.
This time I couldn't control but clench harder than before and cum around his cock. He doesn't stop yet but his thrusts became sloppy and slow.
“Cumming for you, fuckk!” he exclaims before filling me up with his hot semen.
We both don't say anything but breathe heavily. I hiss when Namjoon pulls out, his cum flowing out from my cunt before dripping down my thighs and on the bed.
He opens the bathroom door before taking the towel to clean us. “Go to Jimin's room, I'll clean this.” motioning to my bed he softly says.
Taking a new t-shirt, I slowly head towards Jimin's room and fall on the mattress.
After a few minutes I feel the bed dips beside me as I hear Namjoon yawning. But I couldn't sleep peacefully. How could I? The guilt that stabbed me in the gut knowing that Hoseok had strictly told me to stay away from not only Namjoon but all of his friends.
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It's been a long time, yeah. Long story short, I'm back.
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KIM NAMJOON
💜 @ahundredtimesover
How I Love You
M (18+)
Sometimes distance isn’t a space between two people, but cracks and crevices that build up over time. It’s what you learned after being married to Namjoon all these years. But all it takes is a trip back home and the acknowledgement of what your relationship has become, and the realization that it might be the final puncture that would make everything else break.
💜 @realifefairy
I'm Nothing Without You
M (18+)
Most people find their brother annoying. You do, too. Most people also find their brother’s best friend annoying, but that’s where you differ. Kim Namjoon is one of the most important people in your life. After years of hiding your enormous crush on the boy with a dimpled smile, you finally gather the guts to confess before he moves away for university. Only to be rejected.
It’s not until a few years later when you temporarily move in with your brother and his best friend that you two realize that you may have been better together than you were apart.
💜 @sugalaritae
New Books
M (18+)
You used to have mornings like this, wrapped up in each other and drinking each other instead of your morning coffee. the day turns into a day spent together with your boyfriend, looking at books, and admiring each other.
KIM SEOKJIN
💜 @hobipost
Friends Get Married All The Time
G
The silly promise you made ten years ago comes back to bite your asses, and you’re both too weak to pretend it never happened.
💜 @taleasnewastime
Second First Meeting
M (18+)
Four months. You’ve been speaking to, falling slowly in love with, and seemingly getting made a fool of by a man you matched with online for four months. There’s always an excuse why he can’t meet you, always some convenient reason why he can’t make something. But it’s valentines and he’s booked a fancy meal and that’s him, sat at a table, finally ready to meet you. Only it might look like the guy you know but it’s not the person you’ve been speaking to, no, this guy has no idea who you are.
MIN YOONGI
💜 @wwilloww
The Seventh Muse
M (18+)
As a writer, your favorite place in the world is the library. But you're quickly coming to realize, that it might not be the books that keep drawing you back, but the handsome, smart librarian who always knows exactly what you need
💜 @mypersonmyg
It Comes In Waves
The man who owns the music shop along the shore has long since caught your eye and you wait sunrise and sunset just beyond the rocks to hear his lovely strings OR you certainly hope yoongi doesn’t want to eat you.
💜 @inkofyoonkoo
Blow
M (18+)
In which Yoongi loves you but never said it out loud. Sometimes, gestures speak louder than words.
💜 @yoonjinkooked
Watermelon Sugar
M (18+)
Travelling alone to your dream destination had sounded like a good idea at the time. And you don’t regret doing it, of course not - you’re in Greece! The food! The sun! The smell of the sea! The white walls and blue chairs, the hills, the warm days and colder nights. A little company wouldn’t hurt, though. That’s how you end up talking to Min Yoongi, your next door neighbour with whom you practically share a balcony. He’s quiet, he barely leaves his room but when you reach out, he doesn’t push you away. That’s how your Greek adventure begins.
JUNG HOSEOK
💜 @crystaljins
By It's Cover
Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this.
1) Demons are the most hated species on earth.
2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus
3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and
4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. You’re in for a wild ride.
💜 @kinktae and @httpjeon
Hot Rod
M (18+)
A 1950′s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.
💜 @ughcore
But Hating You Is Half The Fun
M (18+)
“Do you ever drink actual coffee? Like an adult?”
The voice you knew all too well broke you from the mini-movie in your head, and your shoulders tensed at the infuriating sound of it. Swivelling in your cubicle, you were met with the man, the myth, the disappointment himself. Editorial assistant, Jung Hoseok, all long limbs and quirked brows.
God, how this man managed to get on your last nerve without fail.
“You are what you drink,” You replied in a sing-song voice, your cheerfulness the sure fire way to piss Hoseok off the most, “I guess that’s why you like your coffee bitter”
💜 @yoongiofmine
All It Takes
M (18+)
After months of quietly pinning after Jung Hoseok, your friends decide to give you a little push. Sometimes a New Years Eve party and a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven is all it takes.
💜 @yoonjinkooked
Blind Date
You go on a blind date. The end.
💜 @sunshinerainbowsbts
Cheap Wine & Second Chances
M (18+)
Valentine’s Day has brought Hoseok, your best friend from college, back into your life. Is this your second chance to get the one that got away?
PARK JIMIN
💜 @personasintro
One Time Thing
M (18+)
What are you going to do when your best friend asks you to have a sex with her boyfriend?
💜 @kaddiiction
Off Limits
M (18+)
You thought your crush on Jimin was long forgotten. If you only knew how wrong you were.
💜 @taegisms
Lover
KIM TAEHYUNG
💜 @kth1
Tanzanite Treasures
M (18+)
You’re met with a handsome man who hands you back your missing necklace given to you by your late grandmother. What you didn’t know is that the necklace holds such a powerful secret about life under the sea.
💜 @lovelytaes-blog
Colors
M (18+)
When you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would’ve thought that you’d be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?
💜 @taetaespeaches
"I May Or May Not Met Someone"
How does one find themself in a toxic relationship? And how does one get out? Sometimes, the pain that comes with the love becomes addicting. Fighting becomes an act of passion, cruelty becomes perceived truth, the periods of calm become potential for what the relationship could be if only you could meet in the middle.
Peaches/reader meets someone who she quickly falls in love with. As she grapples with the fact that this man is not who she thought he was, and as her sense of self diminishes as a result of the relationship, her closest friends slowly learn of the toxicity of the union.
JEON JUNGKOOK
💜 @taeshobipop
I Heard A Rumour
M (18+)
One slip of a finger, and you realize you've liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook... from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it's too late - Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumour is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook... and now he knows.
💜 @jeonqkooks
Tongue Tied
“Jeez, you’re acting like I asked to peg you or something.”
OT7 and POLY
💜 @angelicyoongie
Love Sick
M (18+), yandere!ot7
You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn't expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn't bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you're being stalked. When the letters and gifts you recieve begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who's behind it yourself - and hopefully before it's too late.
💜 @sugalaritae
Starstruck
KTH, MYG
M (18+)
You first see him at the gym, a place that is both a safe and not-so-safe place. you’re used to gym bros staring at you but you’re not used to the way he stares at you. it’s easy for misunderstandings to happen and you’re eventually going to have to let some walls down.
↬ description: when you’re stuck in a near-death situation, your high school crush, now your bodyguard, begins to regret ever rejecting you 5 years ago.
pairing — jungkook x female reader
genre — fluff, smut, angst
rating — 18+
word count — 2.6k
warnings/tags — bodyguard!au, bodyguard!jk, idol!reader, softdom!jk, sub!reader, unrequited love, explicit smut, rejection, a little pining, active shooter situation, mentions of guns, mentions of death, death threats, attempted murder, jk regrets a lot, making out, teasing, foreplay, fingering, finger sucking, choking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), indirect confession, mentions of body worship, love-making, gets a bit fluffy near the end
If you had known Jeon Jungkook would be filling in the role as your bodyguard, you would’ve never gone through with it.
Your first love, Jeon Jungkook.
Your crush on him back in high school was a pretty big one. So big, your whole year group knew about it, and that meant Jungkook knew as well. You assumed he wouldn’t care, but in fact he did.
He cared enough to tell you the feelings weren’t mutual.
Since then, you avoided him for the remainder of the year before going off to university. You couldn’t bring yourself to be in his presence after that, and you were lucky to have not bumped into him during that time.
Here you are now, 23 years old, world-renowned artist, squeezed into a limo and forced to sit in between Jungkook and his associate. You were on your way back from what you thought was nothing more than a red carpet event, but it was far from it.
Multiple rumours were circulating that there was an attacker present at the event you attended earlier today, threatening to fire a gun at you, and in all honesty, you weren’t too phased since these ‘threats’ were always empty.
“You can never be too cautious, Y/N,” Jungkook scolds you, equipping his wires under his bulletproof vest beneath his dress shirt and fixing his in-ears. Your carelessness was something he hated, and the fact that you didn’t care much about the threat only proved his point further.
“Jungkook, it’s really not that deep. Almost a hundred people have sent me death threats, and here I am, standing in front of you, alive and well,” you say, your arms out by your side to show him that really, you were perfectly fine.
You were minding your own business, flashing a smile at all the cameras in front of you, pulling different poses, when the piercing sound of what you failed to fear most, sounded across the venue.
Any normal person would make a run for it, which is what everyone did, except for you. You were stuck in a state of shock, standing on the red carpet and watching everyone panic.
If it wasn’t for Jungkook, you’d be 100% dead by now. With his quick thinking and fast reflexes, he was able to join you on the carpet, grabbing tightly at your wrist and dragging you away from the scene to somewhere more safe.
He was muttering a bunch of code into his earpiece, something along the lines of you being escorted out through the back of the venue.
And that brings you here, in the car whilst Jungkook’s associate went on about extra precautionary measures.
“We’ve prepared a safe house for you both to stay in indefinitely.”
Safe house?
Mentions of the safe house certainly woke you up. “You mean, locking us up in a house with no outside contact, and no fresh air? Do we at least get internet?”
Jungkook stayed silent, knowing he had no choice but to abide since it was his job.
“Miss L/N, we can’t take any risks. We’ve had to cut off the internet in the safe-house in case the perpetrator tracks it back to your personal devices. We’ve upped our cyber security, but we just can’t risk the shooter getting to you.”
It all sounded like too much. It sounded suffocating.
“Besides, you’ll have Mr Jeon joining you on your stay. You guys have history, no? It shouldn’t be too bad.”
Your body went stiff.
You and Jungkook had gone two years without high school being mentioned and this was probably the worst time to think about him rejecting you 5 years ago.
Neither of you said a word after that, silently driving to the safe-house and when you got there, Jungkook escorted you inside, following behind you and closing the door.
Much to your surprise, all of your belongings were stuffed in a suitcase by the front door.
At least you saved time on packing.
The safe house wasn’t too bad, it looked like an average family home. The curtains were forced shut, restricting any possible line of sight into the house. There were certain places marked ‘x’ on the floor, indicating the spots you weren’t allowed to stand on.
“You should probably get out of that dress, I can’t imagine how uncomfortable it is,” you hear Jungkook’s voice behind you as he grabs your suitcases. He was right, the black Vera Wang dress you were forced to wear was extremely tight fitting, almost suffocating, but you couldn’t deny, it did the job of showing off your best assets.
“What? You think I don’t look good?” you prompt, trying to sound offended but it was all in good humour.
Jungkook scoffed and pushed past you to go upstairs and into your assigned room. “I already said you looked good earlier, what more do you want from me?”
You follow behind him and throw yourself onto the bed with a sigh. You don’t respond straight away, tempted to go with ‘your love,’ but instead you opt for something else. “I don’t know? Anything? It’s not everyday you get shot at.”
Jungkook’s eyes softened at your words. He felt pity for you. You were nothing more than a pure soul that didn’t deserve any of this shit and yet there were people out there trying to get you. How would you ever recover from this?
“That door by the corner leads into my room. If you need anything from me during the night, just knock and I’ll be happy to assist, but aside from that, join me downstairs if you wish to have company tonight.”
With that, Jungkook leaves you to change. You sit up on the bed, eyes wandering around the unfamiliar room as tonight’s events slowly started to sink in.
You didn’t want to be alone tonight. What if someone tried to kidnap you?
Or kill you?
You shook your head of your incessant thoughts, making quick moves to change out of your evening dress and into something more comfortable; a pair of black leggings and a crème blouse.
Back downstairs, Jungkook was carrying out last minute security checks around the house, ensuring every door and window was locked. He put on some slow music in hopes it would help distract you from everything that happened tonight and when your ears first picked up on it, you couldn’t help but smile.
Once everything was deemed safe, Jungkook fell back on the couch, eyes closing and mind running 100 miles per minute.
What if you did get shot today?
He wouldn’t be able to live with himself after that. His life was flashing before his eyes, mind running back to high school when you both first met. Things were easier back then. These days you were forced to stick by his side just for a visit to the local cafe.
His train of thoughts came to a stop the moment you walked into the room with a hopeful smile on your face.
“Dance with me?”
Jungkook would normally refuse such a request, wanting to keep things professional, but if this was your way of coping, then he’d do it a hundred times over for you.
“Just this once, Miss L/N”
You turn up the music on the bluetooth speaker, humming along to the song as Jungkook makes his way over to you, his hands starting to sweat profusely.
As he got closer to you, you could feel the heat radiating off his body, and you were certain your request had made him uncomfortable, but you didn’t back down. Once he was close enough to you, you grabbed his hands, setting them on your hips to which Jungkook gladly pulled your body closer to his.
You were surprised by his forwardness and laughed softly, “I know you’re not the dancing type, but I just need something..” you mumble, holding his hand out to the side and resting your chin on his shoulder. Jungkook stayed silently, paying extra attention to the beat of the song and swaying both your bodies in time to the music.
You couldn’t tell if you were doing this because you needed to ‘cope,’ or if you still had feelings for him, but the fact that he wasn’t stopping you, gave you the green light.
“This is nice..” you whisper, to which Jungkook hummed in agreement. Everything felt so peaceful; both of you lost in your own worlds, ignoring whoever the hell was after you.
After a few minutes of mindless swaying, Jungkook pulled away from you with a soft smile on his face. You looked so beautiful; bare-faced and glowing under the dim light of the room. His eyes were seeping into you, and you looked so clueless you couldn’t do anything but clear your throat awkwardly.
“What?”
He needed to do this. He went 5 years lying to himself about his feelings for you. Now would be the right time to change that.
Jungkook’s eyes flickered down to your lips, and without second-guessing himself, his lips were moulding perfectly with yours.
At first you froze, just like you did on the red carpet, but once it hit you that this was Jeon Jungkook kissing you, you gladly returned the kiss, your hands moving down to grip onto his biceps as he held you tightly in his arms.
You took a few steps forward, forcing him to take a few steps back until he fell back onto the couch. The sight in front of him was to die for; you towering over him with utmost desire in your eyes.
“Have I ever told you how attracted I am to you?” He asks breathlessly, staring up at your form with a small smirk on his lips.
Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch, almost as if he was offering you his lap, which you couldn’t turn down. You set yourself on top of him, your hands creeping up to brush through his dark hair as your hips simultaneously rolled against him, eliciting a quiet groan to fall from his lips.
“Forced myself to keep my mouth shut all these years,” he seethes, gripping your hips and guiding your clothed cunt over his growing erection. It sounded like he was mad at himself, but who were you to stop him? He missed out on you, if anything, he deserved some hard hitting self-realisation.
“Had to watch all these men fawn over you for the last two years. I fucking hated it.”
You whimper at his words, your hands moving to grip onto his shoulders for more stability. By now your poor cunt was pulsating between your legs, desperate for something other than childish grinding, and it seemed that Jungkook took notice, his hands pulling your leggings down half way so he could dip his index and middle finger into your soaking heat.
“There she is,” he teases, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you and wallowing at the way your walls would greedily squeeze around his digits. Your pussy was salivating around him and the sheer embarrassment on your face completely gave you away.
“Can’t imagine how you’d react with my cock buried deep inside you, huh?” Neither could you. You’d probably lose yourself on his cock, and the idea seemed quite enjoyable.
You couldn’t even sit up right, finding yourself burying your face into the crook of his neck as his digits stretched you out. Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this situation with your highschool crush, and now that it was finally happening, you had no clue how to act.
“Come on, Y/N.. tell me how much you love me,” Jungkook taunts you, licking over his bottom lip and pulling his fingers out of you, all covered in your arousal. He grabs ahold of your jaw and forces your mouth open before stuffing his coated digits into your mouth, completely catching you off-guard.
“I said tell me how much you love me.”
Your lips act on its own accord, immediately wrapping around his fingers as you stare at him like a lost puppy.
“I’m not gonna cum on my own, so make it quick,” he grips your jaw harder, urging you to go on.
“Mmf— I love you—!” you cry out, words all muffled and incoherent, but Jungkook let you off, retracting his hands away to fiddle with the belt of his black dress pants, pulling them down along with his boxers
Even though he was satisfied with your response, you still continued, “So, so much!”
You blabbered on about how you never got over him, you went to sleep every night creating fake scenarios about him, and spent your more ‘intimate’ moments thinking about him. You did that far too much to the point where you couldn’t even cum without thinking of him.
You hadn’t even noticed that Jungkook had his cock standing tall and hard beneath you, magically slipping into your tight cunt which so happily took him in, your walls wrapping around him perfectly.
The stretch was undeniably painful, but you knew you could handle it, whimpering softly when you felt him lift his hips up into you.
“Pretty girl with such a pretty pussy, hm?” Jungkook’s eyes danced down to where his body met yours, almost cumming on the spot just from the sight of his cock splitting you open.
You couldn’t handle such compliments, such praise, unable to respond to him, but the way your body was taking him so well was enough to let him know that you were enjoying yourself.
“Fuck— this isn’t doing it for me,” Jungkook had given you enough time to get used to his size and his current pace, so he decided to completely take over, lifting you up and shifting your position; now you were on the couch whilst he was still stuffed between your legs.
The position was far more extravagant, allowing him to bunch your knees up your chest, watching them press against your clothed tits as he mercilessly fucked into you at an ungodly pace.
“We could be stuck here for days, weeks, even months,” he starts, digging his nails into the plush skin of your thighs, “I’m gonna spend every minute of everyday with you, making love to you, worshipping your body the way I should’ve done 5 years ago.”
Your heart was running laps, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach and your pussy fluttering after every word.
The more he went on, the closer you were to cumming all over him. “Come on pretty baby, I can feel you clenching around me, you don’t need to ask for permission,” Jungkook coos, softly rubbing his thumb against your cheek without disrupting the movement of his hips as his orgasm neared closer to yours.
And before you knew it, your body was breaking down beneath him, your orgasm washing over your body like a herd as a string of curses oh-so-effortlessly fell from your lips.
“Shit—” Jungkook joined you down under, his hips finally coming to a slow stutter as he drained his thick load inside of you, watching the way hints of white would spill out onto the sofa beneath you.
“Aw, you made such a mess,” he pouts, pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers, stuffing the excess cum back into your sensitive, gaping hole. He let out an airy chuckle, jerking himself off a couple times to get himself up and running again and you couldn’t tell if he was being serious.
“Jungkook—?”
“You know I’m nowhere near finished with you, right?”
summary | you’ve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkook’s friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldn’t, but damn did he really want you.
warnings | roommates one shot!, fluff, SMUT, Namjoon is kinda a fuckboy, jungkook is too but not as bad, drinking, heavy makeouts, a little bit of Namjoon x reader, safe sex, cunnilingus, pet names, oral (f recieving), missionary, they break a headboard, not that many warnings idk, not edited.
“No offense, but I don’t think you and I will ever work out. I need someone I can actually hold a conversation with on a more philosophical level.”
a/n: here you are, my dear. enjoy it well. i know i have. (this is raw).
Your brother is home for the holidays. Your family has moved into a smaller home since he left for college, which results in you having to share a room with not only him, but his super hot best friend.
tags: pure smut. (18+)
warnings: humiliation kink, jungkook teases her lot, mentions of choking, explicit language, pool sex, skinny dipping, pull-out method (don't do that), blow jobs, pussy licking, multiple orgasms, fucking on the kitchen floor, backshots, name-calling/dehumanizing language, lollygagging
@haikyutiehoe @jjkeverlast
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The guilt was the worst part.
But you craved it.
You wanted to suck your brother's best friend's cock. The thought of it, of what you wanted to do to him fueled your most humiliating fantasies.
It was the picture of him with his head thrown back on the couch, his pierced lips parted in pleasure as his hands pull his shirt up his chisled torso, his hips rolling desperately into your mouth.
It played over and over in your head like a mantra, almost as if you were separate from this inate desire to fuck him.
He'd come to every one of your brother's stupid parties since you were teenagers and every time you would end up in a room together he would look at you like you were completely naked in front of him. He'd lick the inside of his cheek and smirk, but say nothing.
He was a total dick, too. He always touched your shit when he came over and never cleaned up after himself.
Jungkook had a bad habit of sticking his fork into your dessert at dinner and taking a long, seductive bite out of it.
"It's too pretty not to eat, huh, y/n?" He'd laugh.
The worst thing ever happened last night, though.
Your brother decided to move to the East Coast for college, with Jungkook as his roommate. They'd both been accepted to very prestigious programs, but you could care less about that.
Your new house has no extra guest bedroom for the both of them, so you three had to share just one. Luckily, there were extra air mattresses in the closet for this exact situation, so no one really had to share beds. It was still crowded, though.
You managed to go to bed first, having showered already and completed all your online college assignments for the day.
After an hour of just staring at the ceiling, trying to avoid glancing over at Jungkook's sleeping face, you figured you couldn't sleep.
Carefully stepping over both of their sleeping bodies, you made your way to the kitchen to get water.
In the other room, Jungkook was sitting up in bed, curious as to what you were doing up at two in the morning. He could see you messing around in the kitchen, reaching for a glass on your tiptoes.
The gown you were wearing rides up, revealing your ass to him. His eyes widen with an incredible look on his face. If he wasn't awake then, he sure is now.
Meanwhile, you're innocently sipping your water while sitting on the counter. You face the pool outside, the glowing water looking refreshing this time of night.
You consider taking a dip. It's warm out tonight, and it might be relaxing enough to take your mind off of Jungkook's visit.
Hopping off the counter, you glide across the tile of the kitchen floor and walk towards the sliding glass doors leading to the pool. As you do so, you strip yourself of any clothing obscuring your body.
You sink into the lukewarm waters outside, the humid air filling your lungs and allowing you to truly relax. The gentle sway of the waves carry you as you dip the back of your head into the warmth. You sigh.
"Is this what you do every night, then?" Jungkook's voice interrupts your serenity.
You face out toward the bushes surrounding the pool, neglecting to see him.
"A dip in the pool when you can't sleep?" He sounds almost disappointed, but not surprised at all.
"Not every night," you hum, "Only when I can't sleep." You're cool and calm, knowing that if you make a scene you might wake the others.
"Well, I can't either..." he pauses. "Does this mean I can come in, too?"
"I don't see why not," you say, trying not to sound suspicious. It's dark, so he might have not been able to tell whether or not you were wearing anything. You would only keep on swimming, avoiding his path.
You cycle your legs, treading through the water until you arrive at the opposite edge of the pool. With a hum, you rest your body there.
The light sloshing of the water behind you indicate Jungkook is coming closer but it isn't until his cool body is pressed against yours and his breath hits your collar that you realize he's flush against you.
"You...are naked," he thrums in your ear. He runs his fingers along the side of your ass and waist. "Completely."
You silently whine. You've been caught.
You move your hands down to meet his, his big hands cupping your thighs before sliding them to his pelvis, realizing he's naked too. "But so are you," you speak against his skin.
"Yeah, so am I..." he nibbles your ear cautiously.
His impressive erection is pressed into your ass, his chest to your back.
"You think after all these years I haven't gone through your little diary? You expect me to believe that you left it unlocked so that I wouldn't read those pages..." he says, with each word he tightens his grip on you and demands your full attention.
"Dear diary," he quoted, "today I saw Jungkook at the party. I want his hot cum poured down my throat," he groans behind your ear.
"Dear diary," he continues, his thumbs traveling to play with your freed nipples, "I want to suck Jungkook's cock so badly, I cream my pants every time I even look at him."
He chuckles, softly. "Stupid slut." You hold your breath, moving your hands to his ass and kneading him. "Mm..."
"Mmh," you reply, softly gasping.
"What would your brother think of this, hm?" he speaks in a sultry rasp, his fingertips swirling on your abdomen. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
The comfort of his body grows as his lips descend on your collar in light, teasing kisses all the way up to your scalp. He adorns your cheeks with them.
"Yes, I am...but it just feels so good that...it doesn't even matter," you breathe.
"Hm," he smiles, satisfied with your reaction. Jungkook pulls off of you and begins swimming toward the stairs, floating casually. He stretches his neck to see that you're okay to come out.
You follow him cautiously, your hands never leaving his torso. He leads to the edge of the water with vigilant eyes.
His thighs are barely above the surface, but his dick is on full display.
The water was warm to begin with, so he's happy to present it to you. "Do it like you said you would," he lifts your chin. "Choke on it. Show me how much of a cocksucking whore you are."
Your eyes glaze over in lust as the pad of your tongue runs up the girth of his cock. Then, without warning, you take the tip between your lips and swallow it.
Jungkook whimpers when his pretty pink tip hits the back of your throat. "Y/N-- y/n. Fuckkkk," he breaks out into a pleased smile. He's full and heavy on your tongue, satisfying on your tongue.
His texture is delicious. His skin is velvety and juicy...Jungkooks precum flows down your throat like honey. "Oh, what a fucking whore my buddy's sister is...." he melts.
You grip his thighs as you sink down to his balls, the full length of his dick sheathed in your tight throat. He pulls you off immediately, gasping. "Holy fuck,"
He draws you from the water easily, carrying you in his arms to the kitchen floor.
He lays you down on a towel and begins kissing you in a frenzy. You lift your legs up so he can access your pulsing pussy. His tongue latches on to your breast, his damp hair falling around his face before diving down your torso to kiss and mark you
His shoulders resemble a range of mountains below you. He flutters his eyes closed.
"God, if you fuck me with your tongue use your nose~" you moan, your body sprawled against the floor of your own kitchen, the cool tile causing you to shiver.
Jungkook smirks as your fingers card through his hair and grip shallowly his scalp. "Mmn...hm," he thrums in reply. "I plan to," his voice vibrates against your swollen cunt.
He slacks his jaw, releasing his tongue and swiping lewdly from your sopping entrance to your throbbing bud.
Heaven.
His muscle is incredibly warm and wet. You relax your thighs under his hands, mewling for him.
You mindlessly ride his face, clenching with every lick on your sticky folds.
He sucks hard and you jolt your hips in protest. Jungkook makes a menacing face and dives right back in, rougher. He keeps his eyes up, his arms around your pretty thighs as he eats your cunt mercilessly.
He's drunk on watching you twitch.
You spasm. "Nnn! Fuck~" you whine in utter desperation. His lips curl into a smile. You're fluttering for him.
His eyes darken as he flicks his tongue rapidly on your clit. He's astonishingly persistent.
"!!" You gasp, clenching hard around his diligent fingers and coat him with your cum instantly.
Jungkook bares his teeth slightly, rising to his knees as he continues to finger you through your trembling orgasm. "That'a girl..." he groans.
You unfurl yourself, getting on your knees and crawling towards him, your touch landing on his chest. Your eyes meet. There is a quiet, lingering seduction hanging in the air. He licks into your mouth languidly, scraping his fingertips on your delicate curves. Quiet smacking fills the room, followed by whispered moans.
He sits up from under you and turn your hips to face the glass doors. You see your own reflection. Your tits are free, on display with his veined hands serving as a temporary bra. You're hovering inches from his mighty thighs, being held by your brother's best friend.
"I want to see," you beg to his lips as he grabs a handful of your ass, kneading you roughly.
"Is that right, princess?" Jungkook teases, practically purring in your ear. He pulls your hips down to tease his dick against your vulva, rocking you on the tip. "Watch yourself get fucked."
You lower your hips on to his perfect cock. His hands rush to cover your mouth as you rip out a guttoral moan. He was ambrosial. Jungkook stretched you so that you could feel his dick in your gut. He furrows his brow, his mouth lewdly agape.
His thumb rests on the edge of your slit, stimulating your clitoris as you ride. Your eyes begin to water from the stimulation, and the vision before you blurs.
"That's a good cock slut...your brother's not gonna fucking believe me," he grins, smacking his hips into your drenched cunt. "Your pussy feels so amazing," he sighs.
Jungkook presses his hands to your back and lays you down on all fours. You collapse your elbows and spread your legs to receive his hard thrusts. He scratches your back before playfully smacking your ass. "mmm," he hisses.
Numb to any feeling but that of his girth corrupting your idle hole, you gaze upon yourself in a daze, angling your hips so that he can massage your cervix thoroughly.
You tense without warning, your breath stuttering. "Koo~!" You whine as you cream hard around his thick cock, mewing wantonly.
Being the gentleman he is, Jungkook pulled out as soon as he felt his orgasm snap. He splatters your back with his cum.
He spreads his thighs and tosses his hair back, panting hard. "I gotta get us cleaned up, it's like five in the morning," he gasps.
You grunt in protest. "Noooooo...m'tired."
Jungkook smiles. "Come on, Y/N...don't you wanna shower with me?"
→ Summary: Your best friend Joon tells you something pretty shocking, which you decide to help him out with. After all, that’s what friends are for… Right?
→ Genres: Smut
→ AU: Best friends | Friends to Lovers
→ Word Count: 3.1k
→ Rating: Explicit | Mature | 18+
→ Warnings: Explicit & unprotected sex (this is purely fiction, pls remember to protect your coochies babes!!) | oral sex (male & female receiving) | handjob | doggy | language | creampie | jealousy | teasing | slightly dominant! joon | riding | breast play | nipple play | dirty talk | fingering | rough sex | deep dicking | hair pulling | begging | cum swallowing | deep throating
→ Other: This is a repost/edited version of my previous fic titled the same thing!
