synopsis: on the luxury yacht your sugar daddy namjoon so kindly gifted to you, he is stuck in an important business meeting, leaving you bored and frustrated. as payback, you decide to tease him relentlessly until he can’t take it anymore — leading to having to be taught a lesson on what happens when you interrupt daddy’s work.
a/n: this is my dream hahaha i was honestly so inspired i wrote this in 2 hours; daddy namjoon is my biggest weakness, is it embarrassing i got actually wet writing this? oh well… enjoy!
the warm mediterranean sun kissed your skin as you lounged on the deck of kim namjoon’s massive yacht anchored off the coast of one of the greek islands. the crystal blue water sparkled around the vessel, and you had spent the morning diving off the side, swimming lazily, and sunbathing in a tiny thong bikini that left little to the imagination. namjoon had bought it for you last week, along with the yacht itself, which he happily named after you, because he loved spoiling his favorite little girl. at thirty two, he was a few years older than you, filthy rich from his empire in music and business, and always busy with meetings, like the one happening right now in his large private office inside of the yacht. it was completely absurd to you how he could be working when he was in a place like this— after all, work could wait, right? he was the boss. and you were oh so needy for him. the glass walls gave him a perfect view of the deck and sea, and you knew he could see you out there, waving to him from time to time, calling out for him to come join you but being dismissed with a small wave and quick smile, his eyes going back to the screen in front of him. you just rolled your eyes, frustrated.
you floated in the water for a while, and laid on the fluffy white cushions on the deck while your body tanned in the sun, but boredom soon set in. namjoon had promised you his full attention after work, but hours had passed and there was no sign of him ever leaving that damn office. with a mischievous grin, you got up and walked over to the entrance, a few water droplets still dripping from your curves as you slipped inside the luxurious interior. the air conditioning cooled your heated skin as you padded barefoot toward his office, goosebumps forming on your skin and your bikini clinging wetly to your body. you could hear his deep voice through the slightly ajar door, conducting some important call with partners overseas.
peeking in, you saw him at his massive wooden desk, looking every bit the powerful man he was, in a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to show his strong forearms. his broad shoulders filled the chair, and the office was bright with floor to ceiling windows. he glanced up briefly when you entered, his dark eyes widening for a split second before he schooled his expression back to professional and the meeting continued on the large screen in front of him.
you didn’t say a word at first. instead, you paced around the front of the office for a minute, tracing your fingers over expensive sculptures and old books, humming softly to yourself. you turned your heels to him, walking slowly towards his desk and you saw him peeking over the screen to look at you briefly. you smoothed your hand over the back of the brown leather chair in front of his desk that he kept for one on one meetings. you remembered teasing him when he bought it, laughing at how unrealistic it was to have one on one meetings on a yacht. you sat on the chair, leaning back slightly, your legs crossing over each other teasingly and once again you saw him discreetly glancing at you. your fingers trailed down your breasts all the way to your stomach slowly, and for a second he froze, eyes locked on your body before he was brought back to life by the voices in the call. you chuckled lowly, your hands making their way back to your breasts where you kneaded softly at them, cupping and playing with them, feeling your nipples harden under the touch.
“daddy” you mouthed silently, frowning with a pout.
namjoon cleared his throat, voice steady as he replied to someone on the call. “yes, the projections look solid. we can move forward next quarter.”
you slowly lifted your legs, placing your feet on top of the chair as you spread your legs widely, biting your bottom lip with that bratty sparkle in your eyes. you dipped your hand lower, tracing your stomach again until you reached your core, your fingers circling your clit over the damp material of your bikini bottoms. your head fell back slightly, eyes still locked on him and you whined softly, just loud enough for only him to hear.
he shifted in his seat, jaw tightening, but his voice remained calm on the call. one hand gripped the desk edge hard enough that his knuckles whitened. you spread your legs a little wider, reaching under the fabric and pulling it to the side, exposing your smooth, glistening cunt to his gaze. it was already wet, not just from the sea but from the thrill of teasing him while he tried to focus. you dipped into your slick folds with soft, wet sounds that you knew drove him crazy. you tilted your head slightly to look over at him, smirking. “come on, daddy,” you whispered carefully so only him could hear. “look how wet i am for you. dont you want to fuck this little pussy instead of talking business?”
namjoon’s eyes darkened with lust and warning, but he kept his composure, nodding at the screen. “i agree, lets wrap this up soon. i have an urgent matter to attend to.” his free hand reached out over the desk and past the screen, snapping his fingers in a warning way to tell you to stop but you just giggled and pushed two fingers inside yourself, moaning quietly.
the meeting dragged on for what felt like forever to you, and possibly for namjoon too, who struggled to stay professional while your pussy dripped onto the leather seat of the chair. you spread your folds with two fingers, giving him an obscene view of your tight hole.
“daddy please,” you breathed. “im so bored and empty without your big cock.”
finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he ended the call with clipped politeness. “thank you, gentlemen. we’ll continue next week.” the screen went black, and the second the connection dropped, namjoon stood up like a predator, his tall frame towering over you.
before he could reach you, you stood up quickly, laughing as you ran away from him to the other side of the office, your heart pounding excitingly in your chest, knowing exactly what awaited you.
“you fucking brat,” he growled low, his body turning the corner of the desk, his steps heavy as he walked slowly in your direction. “interrupting my meeting like that, playing with that greedy little cunt right in front of me. you just couldn’t wait, could you?”
you couldn’t help the giant grin on your face as he came closer to you, your back pressing into the warm window behind you as you took one more step back, giggling.
“what are you gonna do about it, daddy? punish me? i was just having fun while you left me bored and ignored me.”
you tried running away again as he took one big step forward and reached for you but he was quicker this time, his hand grabbing at your upper arm firmly, and you squealed as he pulled you flush to his chest, forcing you to tilt your head all the way back to look up at him, his eyes dark and hungry.
“oh im going to teach you a lesson, baby. naughty girls who tease daddy during important calls get fucked senseless until they learn who owns their fucking body.”
you gasped as he bent down and in one swift motion hoisted you up, throwing you over his broad shoulder like you weighed nothing.
“put me down!” you whined, not helping a chuckle to escape in between words, kicking your legs playfully even as heat pooled between your thighs at how easily he manhandled you. his strong arm locked around the backs of your thighs, holding you securely while his free hand gave your exposed ass a firm smack.
“shut up, brat.” he growled, voice low and rough as he started walking toward the desk, shifting away a few loose papers before placing you on your back on top of the cold hard wood. “you wanted daddy’s attention so bad, didn’t you? now you’re getting all of it. and i’m going to do whatever i want with this tiny body of yours.”
namjoon hooked his fingers on the sides of your bikini bottoms, pulling them down harshly, and you heard them ripping slightly, making you yelp. he dropped to his knees, his broad shoulders fitting between your legs and his large hands spreading your thighs wide, exposing you completely. he buried his face in your cunt without warning. his tongue licked broad stripes through your folds, sucking on your clit hard while two thick fingers plunged inside you. you were so small compared to him, his mouth covering your entire pussy as he ate you like a starving man.
“fuck, daddy,” you moaned, hands tangling in his dark hair. “your tongue feels so good.”
he pulled back just enough to growl and reach over to remove your hand from his hair, holding both of your wrists firmly in one hand. “this pussy is mine. you don’t get to play with it without permission, especially not when i’m working, and you certainly don’t get to grab my hair and control what i’m doing.” he pulled out his fingers to slap your pussy, your body flinching as you whined from both pain and pleasure. “such a spoiled little slut, dripping all over my desk.” he added a third finger, plunging into you again and stretching you open, curling them to hit that spot that made your toes curl, sweet moans spilling from your lips as you let your head fall back, your eyes fluttering closed. “look how beautiful you are, taking three of daddy’s fingers already. my cock is going to split you wide open.”
you bucked against his face, a smirk spreading on your face as you thought of your next words. “then do it already, daddy. or are you too old and tired to fuck me properly?”
that immediately earned you another smack on your pussy as he stood up, towering over you on the desk. his hand, covered in your juices, quickly made its way to the back of your head, fingers tangling tightly in your hair and forcing you to get up, your body stumbling slightly from the force of his movements.
his face came dangerously close to yours, his warm minty breath fanning over your flushed cheeks. “don’t worry baby, i’m going to fuck that smart mouth right off you.”
he pulled you to your knees by your hair while he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants with his other hand, freeing his massive cock right in front of you. it was thick, veiny, and long, the head angry and leaking.
“open your fucking mouth, brat.” he commanded, voice deep and rough. you obeyed, sticking your tongue out. namjoon gripped your jaw with one big hand, tilting your head back slightly. he leaned down, his dark eyes locked on yours, and spat directly onto your waiting tongue — a warm, thick glob landing perfectly in your mouth.
“swallow for daddy,” he growled, thumb brushing your lip and you complied once again. “now suck this cock like a good girl.”
you leaned forward eagerly, taking him between your lips. he was so big your jaw ached immediately, but you sucked greedily, gagging as he pushed deeper into your throat. “thats it,” he praised, his hand still firm in your hair, guiding you. “choke on daddy’s fat cock. you love being my little cocksucker, don’t you? teasing me until i have to fuck this tight throat.”
tears pricked your eyes from the stretch, but you loved it, the size hitting hard as he used your mouth. saliva dripped down your chin onto your tits. after a few minutes he pulled out, strings of spit connecting you.
“beg for it,” he demanded, slapping the thick head of his cock against your warm tongue. you shook your head no, chuckling as you saw his eyes widening slightly, before it turned into a devilish smirk on the corner of his mouth. “no?” he waited, the heavy tip still laying on top of your tongue, and you shook your head again. “alright.” he shoved his cock back into your mouth without warning, deep, holding the back of your head with two hands now, keeping it in place and causing you to choke around him, tears falling down your cheeks as you hummed, the vibrations making him twitch inside you. you were trying so hard to control your breathing, your hands reaching for his strong tights for balance, clutching at the fabric and he felt how desperate you were getting.
“are you ready now, or you gonna keep being a fucking brat?” you forced yourself to look up at him with watery eyes, shaking your head eagerly and he finally let go, slowly removing himself from your mouth, spit falling at the sides of your mouth and you coughed, catching your breath. “what was that baby?” he teased, his smirk growing bigger as he admired your fucked out state.
“i— i’m ready— daddy.” you choked on your words, still trying to pull yourself together.
“good,” he murmured, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek. “then beg.” his voice switched to that stern, dark tone again.
“please daddy,” you whined, doe eyes looking up at him, the same ones you knew he couldn’t resist. “fuck me hard. fill my little pussy with your big cock. i need it so bad.” he groaned at your words, his body leaning forward to wrap his strong arms around you, lifting you up effortlessly from the floor and placing you back on the desk, your legs on either side of his hips and you felt your pussy dripping at the thought of having him finally inside you.
“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he mocked as he quickly removed his pants and underwear, throwing them carelessly to the side.
he lined himself with your entrance and you whined before he thrusted in with one powerful stroke, bottoming out deep inside you. the stretch was intense, his girth splitting you open as your walls clenched around him.
“fuck… so tight,” he groaned, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. “your tiny pussy is gripping me like a vice. look at that bulge in your belly, baby. see how deep daddy is?”
you looked down and moaned at the visible outline of his cock in your lower abdomen. he started pounding into you then, the desk creaking under the force, his hips slamming against yours with wet, filthy sounds. one big hand wrapped around your throat tightly, forcing your upper body to lay all the way down on the desk as the other pinned your wrists above your head.
“this is what bad girls get,” he growled as he fucked you senseless. “you’re going to take every inch until you’re crying for me to stop.”
“yes daddy— please” you gasped, your body bouncing with each thrust. the yacht rocked gently on the waves outside, matching the rhythm of his hips. after a few more thrusts he pulled out suddenly and flipped you over, walking you to the other side of the desk and bending you across the rough wood so you were now facing the windows overlooking the sea. he slammed back in from behind, spanking your ass red with each thrust. “everyone out there could see if they looked close enough. see what a slut you are for daddy’s cock. this pussy is mine to use whenever i want, you understand?”
you moaned, barely able to keep your eyes open, the tip of his cock hitting that delicious spot inside you that made the coil in your stomach tighten.
“daddy— i need— please, i wanna cum.” you cried out, his thrusts becoming quicker, harder.
“good girl.” he leaned forward and pushed a strand of your hair away from your face to plant a kiss on your cheek, his cock still working inside you. “since you asked for permission, you can cum baby.”
you couldn’t wait another second, the pressure too much to hold in, and his words were enough to make you cum hard around him, moaning loudly. “daddy! i’m cumming!” your walls pulsed, squirting a little as he kept fucking you through it, your juices dripping down your legs.
“that’s my good girl,” he praised but didn’t slow down. “give me another one, baby. milk daddy’s cock, i know you can do it.”
he reached around to rub your clit roughly, and didn’t take you long enough to shatter again, crying out with overstimulation and gushing around him. finally he groaned deep, burying himself to the hilt as he filled you with hot ropes of cum. “take it all, baby. daddy’s breeding your little cunt.”
he stayed inside you for a while, catching his breath as you did the same, then pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak down your thighs.
“fuck— so fucking beautiful. ” he caught the dripping fluid with two of his fingers and slowly pushed it back inside, earning a soft whine from you. “don’t waste anything, baby.” he placed a gentle kiss on your back before helping you lift up from the desk and turning you around, brushing your hair away from your face, smiling down at you.
“you okay? you did really good, baby. i’m proud of you.” he kissed your forehead softly and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and propping yourself up on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips.
“you’re gonna come swim with me now?” you tilted your head slightly, grin splattered all over your face and he chuckled.
“of course, baby. let’s get you cleaned up first.”
synopsis: after an awkward encounter at yet another house party, you and hobi find yourselves in the bedroom. a turn of events that lead to a night way hotter than either of you expected.
word count: 2.3k
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, alcohol use, both reader and hoseok are weed smokers, reader has a semi-sexual encounter before hobi, mild dirty talk, oral sex (both), risk of getting caught, slight chocking, unprotected sex
a/n: this was kinda rushed ngl, i just had an ideia and had to write something quick but i love this concept with hobi, but maybe the story doesn’t make much sense idk hahaha
the bass from whatever song was playing downstairs thumped through the walls like a second heartbeat. hoseok wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, the bandana tied around his head already damp. baggy jeans hung low on his hips, oversized graphic tee sticking to his skin from skating in the empty pool out back for the last hour. he laughed at something his friend said, the kind of easy laugh that made people gravitate toward him even in a crowded house he didn’t know.
“bro, you’re killing it tonight,” his friend shouted over the music, passing him a half-empty bottle of something cheap and fruity. “that last trick? chef’s kiss.”
hoseok took a swig, grimacing at the sweetness but grinning anyway. “yeah? felt kinda sloppy but whatever.”
he needed to piss. bad. the line for the downstairs bathroom was ridiculous, so he wandered up the stairs, dodging couples making out against the railing and some guy throwing up into a plant. the second floor was quieter but still chaotic. he tried the first door — locked. second door — someone yelled “occupied!” third door he just pushed open without thinking.
“shit— sorry!”
inside, you were straddling some dude on the edge of the sink, your shirt already halfway off, his hands grabbing at your waist. hoseok caught a flash of skin and messy hair before he slammed the door shut again, heart racing from the awkwardness. he muttered another apology through the wood and backed away fast.
he tried two more rooms but they were all occupied or locked. the house was bigger than it looked from outside. fuck it. he stumbled back downstairs, out the back door, and found a bush far enough from the pool lights. after relieving himself he shook his head, laughing at his own drunken state. “real nice, hobi.” he said to himself.
back at the empty pool, his friends were still skating, laughing and passing a blunt around. he dropped down to sit on the edge, legs dangling into the deep end where the water should be, but instead, just concrete. the night air felt good on his skin. he accepted the blunt when it came his way, taking a slow pull, letting the smoke curl out as he watched his friends try tricks under the string lights.
he didn’t notice you at first, but then you were just there, sitting down right next to him, legs swinging beside his, blunt of your own between your fingers, the glowing tip cutting through the dark. you smelled like weed and something sweet, like vanilla and smoke.
“hey,” you said, voice casual but with a little edge. “sorry about the bathroom earlier. hope we didn’t scar you for life.”
hoseok turned his head, really looking at you now. drunk brain short-circuited for a second. you were pretty. like, stupidly pretty. hair falling messy around your face, lips still a little swollen from the earlier makeout, eyes bright even in the low light.
he blinked. “uh, yeah, no worries,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “didn’t mean to walk in on… your boyfriend and you.”
you snorted, taking a hit from your blunt before offering it to him. “not my boyfriend. never gonna be. he’s just a convenient weed plug. i don’t even like him that much.”
hoseok raised an eyebrow, accepting the blunt. “damn. that’s… honest.”
“honesty’s easier when you’re this high,” you shrugged. “plus he’s boring in bed anyway. you skate, right? i’ve seen you around the parks.”
he took a long pull, holding it before exhaling. “yeah. helps clear my head. you come to the parks?”
“sometimes. mostly watch. you’re good. the way you move — it’s like dancing but on wheels. kinda hot, actually.”
he laughed softly, passing the blunt back. “flattery this early? you trying to make up for the bathroom trauma?”
“maybe.” you smiled sideways at him. “what’s your name, skater boy?”
“hoseok. friends call me hobi. you?”
“y/n.” you looked out at his friends doing ollies in the pool. one of them noticed you sitting close and whistled.
“yo hobi! are you finally pulling chicks? careful with him, he’s a weirdo.” he laughed.
hoseok waved him off with a laugh. “fuck off, man. go break your ankle somewhere else.”
his friend cackled and skated away, leaving you alone again. you chuckled. “your friends are funny.”
“they’re idiots, but they’re my idiots.” he leaned back on his hands, looking at you properly.
“you dance too, right? i have a friend that goes to the same dance classes as you. he says you’re the best there.”
he sighed deeply, his eyes closing for a second, his body relaxing into the concrete below him. “it’s the only time everything else disappears,” he said, voice softer. “just me, the beat, and whatever my body wants to do. no pressure.”
“sounds nice,” you replied, watching him.
you stayed like that for a while, knees brushing, eyes lingering longer than necessary.
“you’re pretty cool, you know that?” he said after a minute, voice a little rougher. “most people at these parties are just… so boring.”
“you’re not so bad yourself, hobi.” you bumped his shoulder. “wanna see something?”
he raised an eyebrow. “depends what it is.”
“it’s quieter. got better weed too.”
he didn’t hesitate. “lead the way.”
you slipped back inside, up the stairs again. you took his hand casually, fingers warm. the hallway was still chaotic but you navigated it like you owned the place.
you pushed open a door at the end of the hall and pulled him in, closing it behind you. the room was dim, lit by a red lamp. vinyl records scattered across the floor, posters of bands on the walls, bed unmade in the corner. music from the party filtered through the walls, muffled but present.
hoseok looked around with genuine interest. he picked up a record. “no way, they have this pressing? i’ve been looking everywhere.”
you leaned against the door for a second, watching him explore.
“this is actually my room,” you admitted, voice soft but playful. “it’s my parents’ house. my older brother throws these huge parties whenever they’re on vacation. i just let him have the downstairs chaos.”
his eyes lit up. “wait, seriously? your house is sick.”
you laughed and closed the distance. your hand rested on his chest. his fingers found your waist. the first kiss was soft, lingering, testing. then it deepened, tongues sliding, heat building slow. you stumbled back together until your knees hit the bed and you fell onto it, laughing breathlessly between kisses.
“you not tired of fucking for one night?” he teased against your lips, your fingers tugging at his bandana until it came loose, hair messy underneath. “thought you already had plans with weed guy.”
you laughed, the sound breaking into a moan as he kissed down your jaw, hands sliding under your top. “didn’t even finish with him. so you owe me a good fuck… and some weed.”
“deal.” clothes came off gradually, his shirt first, then yours. his skin was warm and electric. your hands explored his chest, then his abs. you never expected them to be this defined but made sense from all the skating and dancing. he groaned softly when you scratched lightly down his back.
“shouldn’t we lock the door?” he asked between kisses.
“more fun this way,” you whispered, biting his lower lip. “you scared?”
“nah. just don’t want your brother walking in while i’m in the middle of fucking his little sister.”
you laughed, the sound vibrating against his mouth. your hands were everywhere, learning each other, exploring every curve. you felt him already hard, pressing against your thigh through his jeans. you ground against him teasingly, which ripped a groan from him.
he pulled your shorts down, along with your panties, leaving you completely exposed in front of him. you pushed him onto his back and crawled down, eyes playful and hands working at the belt of his baggy pants. you reached under the hem, wrapping a hand around him and pulling him out. he was big, not too girthy but long, and it twitched in your hand. your mouth followed, wet and messy, no hesitation. you took him deep, tongue swirling, hand stroking what you couldn’t fit. spit dripped down, making everything slick and obscene. hoseok’s head fell back, fingers threading through your hair.
“fuck… that’s— shit, just like that.”
you hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. you were sloppy, sucking harder, looking up at him with watery eyes. he was losing it already, but he pulled you off by your hair, lifting his upper body back up to look at you.
“turn around. wanna taste you too.”
you obliged with a grin, positioning yourself over his face with your legs on either side of his head, still holding his base firmly in your hand. your pussy hovered above his mouth, glistening and eager for him. he didn’t wait — grabbed your hips and pulled you down, licking into you with a groan. you tasted good, so sweet on his tongue. he ate you out eagerly, tongue flicking your clit then pushing inside your hole, nose buried against you. you moaned as you took him back into your mouth, sucking messily while grinding against his face.
“mmph— hobi, fuck,” you whined around his cock, the words muffled. the wet sounds filled the room, mixing with the distant party music. you rocked together, messy and desperate. his fingers kneaded at your ass lightly, opening you up further to fuck you with his warm tongue, making you shiver, your own mouth trying to suck him harder even tho he was making it so hard to focus.
you pulled off of him with a pop, breathing hard. “need you inside me.” you said while turning around, your legs straddling him, hands landing on top of his chest while you moved your hips over him, sliding your folds on his hard cock, mixing your spit with your juices. his eyes were locked on yours, he couldn’t look away from you, so pretty over him, almost angelic. all his thoughts went out the window once you lined him up and sank down slowly. you both moaned at the feeling, hoseok throwing his head back. you were so tight, so warm, so perfect. you started riding him, hands balancing you on his chest, hips rolling in a rhythm that had him seeing stars.
“god, you feel so good,” he breathed, hands gripping your waist, guiding your movements. “so fucking pretty like this.”
you leaned down to kiss him, still moving. you hated to admit that his words were making you blush, and you couldn’t let him see you fold like this. you tried keeping up but the feeling was so overwhelming, your legs started giving out, the way his cock grinded inside you making your muscles shake.
he laughed breathlessly. “want help, baby?”
his arms wrapped around you tight before you could muster a response. you gasped at the first hard thrust of his hips, his cock hitting so deep inside you it almost knocked the air out of you. he kept going, arms firmly keeping you in place while he thrusted hard and deep, making your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open. he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your neck, groaning against your skin as his movements picked up pace. the tension was building in your stomach, pleasure coiling tight as his tip hit that particular spot inside you.
he flipped you suddenly, pressing you into the mattress. you gasped, legs instinctively wrapping around him as he went back to thrusting deep into you, this new angle allowing him to reach further inside if that was even possible. one hand slid up to your throat, not squeezing hard, just resting there with light pressure. your eyes fluttered, moans falling helplessly through your lips.
“you like that?” he asked, voice husky and full of lust but caring at the same time.
“fuck— yeah… harder.”
he chuckled at your eagerness, hips snapping hard, hand firm on your neck. the bed creaked under you and you stopped caring how loud you were now, the music from outside muffling the sounds anyway, your nails digging into his back, making him grunt.
“want the whole house to hear how good i’m fucking you, huh?” he teased mid-thrust, that signature grin flashing on his lips even while pounding into you. “you’re always this loud?”
you laughed, the sound breaking into a moan. “only when it’s worth it.” you pulled him down by the back of his neck, planting a wet kiss to his lips, muffling a groan from him. “why,” you murmured against his lips. “,don’t like it?”
“oh baby, i could hear these pretty moans all day long.” he moaned against your mouth.
he shifted slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that spot inside you once again until your legs were shaking around him. he reached down to flick your clit with his thumb, the heat building up rapidly between your legs.
“so close— hobi, i’m gonna—”
your back arched, the orgasm washing over you hard, ripping another loud moan from you. he pulled out at the last second, stroking himself fast, cumming with a low groan, stripes of white landing across your stomach.
he collapsed next to you, breathing hard, sweaty and satisfied. he grabbed a tissue from your nightstand, cleaning you up gently, making you giggle.
“you’re the first guy that does that.”
“you need to stop fucking losers.” he kissed you softly.
his phone buzzed on the floor. he reached for it, squinting at the screen. “shit. the guys are looking for me.”
“go,” you said, stretching lazily. “but i’ll find you again. gotta collect that weed you owe me.”
he grinned, pulling his clothes back on. “won’t let you down. promise.”
he leaned down for one last kiss, lingering. he tied the bandana around his head again and slipped out, smile wider than when he arrived.
AAAAA UR SO GOOD AT WRITING ❤️❤️✨✨✨✨ thoughts on servant x royalty with yoongi? Or tae!
thank you so much beautiful 🤍
oh i have so many thoughts on servant x royalty with all the members but i’ll leave some headcanons for yoongi and tae here, enjoy
yoongi
ever since the daechwita mv i can’t see him as anything other than a powerful emperor
he’s sooo wise even tho he’s still young (barely lol)
he likes to have you around all the time just to feel your presence
he’s a man of few words, so you never know what to expect from him
he loves to summon you after important meetings and bend you over that same large table where he was laying down maps and plotting strategies just a few minutes before
he can get pretty rough during sex but takes such good care of you afterwards
he’s very protective of you without raising too many red flags and he’s very discreet about your relationship
loves to feel your soft skin underneath his rough fingers
ALWAYS stares at your body after getting you undressed, he thinks you’re the prettiest thing he has ever layed eyes on
secretly loves when you call him “my king”, especially during sex
he loves looking at your face when you cum, even if you’re not looking back, he just loves the way your face contorts when he’s making you cum
basically strong and stern with others but a big softie with you
taehyung
our prince, born to rule and yearn over you
wants you so bad he can barely contain himself
his gaze lingers on you every time you’re close to him or in the same space as him, it burns on your skin
calls you over to pour him another drink just so that you lean in close enough to him that he can smell your sweet scent and lightly touch a strand of your hair
it’s so easy for him to make you blush and wet
he likes to summon you into his chambers late at night, after he rolled on his bed about 20 times and decided he can’t get you out of his head
when prince kim taehyung wants something he must have it
so delicate while he unties and slowly removes each layer of your dress, he takes his sweet time
he loves kissing you, doesn’t matter where. your lips, your neck, your shoulders, your hips, your thighs, between your legs…
loves when you ride him. stares at you in awe while you move up and down on his cock
lets you sleep on his bed overnight and no one dares to say a word about it. gets upset if you refuse to do so
synopsis: in the east palace, you are the princess’s court lady by day, and crown prince namjoon’s secret indulgence by night. a dangerous game of pleasure and jealousy — where the future emperor takes what he wants, and you can’t bring yourself to stop him.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, historical/royal!au, power imbalance, public sex, oral sex (fem), unprotected penetrative sex, mild breeding/cream pie kink, praise, mild dubcon elements
a/n: this was an anon’s request/idea! i really want to make this a series but we’ll see how the feedback is. it’s my first time writing this kind of au so please be nice to me and excuse any inaccuracy
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glossary:
jeonha (전하) — your majesty / your highness. a formal honorific used when addressing the king or crown prince.
gongjunim (공주님) — princess. an affectionate term namjoon uses for you, elevating you playfully.
gisaeng (기생) — professional female entertainers trained in music, dance, poetry, and conversation. often invited to private banquets.
gonryongpo (곤룡포) — the blue dragon robe worn by the crown prince, embroidered with dragons symbolizing royal power.
hanbok (한복) — traditional korean clothing worn by all social classes, with multiple layered garments.
jeogori (저고리) — the short jacket-like top of a hanbok, usually worn over the skirt.
yangban (양반) — the scholarly noble class; high-ranking officials and aristocrats.
geomungo (거문고) — a traditional korean zither-like string instrument.
east palace (동궁) — the residence area of the crown prince within the larger palace complex.
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the lanterns swayed gently in the warm night breeze, casting flickering golden light across the secluded pavilion tucked deep within the east palace grounds. music drifted through the air—soft strings of the geomungo mixed with the lilting notes of a flute—accompanied by the laughter of a small, carefully chosen group. this was not one of the stiff royal banquets overseen by ministers and watchful eyes. this was namjoon’s world, the one he carved out for himself when the weight of expectation grew too heavy.
kim namjoon, crown prince of joseon, lounged at the center of it all like he belonged nowhere else. his blue gonryongpo was loosened at the collar, the embroidered dragons peeking out as if even they were taking a break from propriety. a cup of rice wine dangled loosely from his long fingers, half-empty again. his dark eyes sparkled with that easy mischief that made servants whisper and women lean closer.
“another round,” he called, voice warm and low, carrying over the music. hoseok, one of his close companions—a young yangban son who had grown up trailing after the prince—raised his cup with a cheer. beside namjoon, a gisaeng in flowing silk leaned in, her painted lips curving into a smile as his free hand settled boldly on her waist. his thumb traced lazy circles against the fabric, slipping just beneath the edge where skin met cloth. she giggled, pressing a fresh cup to his lips, and he drank deeply, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
“you’re too generous tonight, jeonha,” she murmured, using the honorific playfully. namjoon chuckled, the sound rich and effortless, pulling her closer until she was nearly in his lap. his other hand came up to brush a strand of hair from her face, fingers lingering at her jaw.
“generous? i’m simply enjoying what the night offers,” he replied, voice dropping. “and you, my dear, offer quite a lot.” his hand slid lower, possessive and unhurried, drawing another soft laugh from her as the music swelled. around them, other women—palace servants who had been invited for the evening and a few more gisaeng—mingled with his friends. cups clinked. bodies drew near. the air grew thick with the scent of wine, incense, and warm skin.
from the shadowed edge of the pavilion, you watched.
you had seen this scene before. too many times. as one of the personal court ladies assigned to the crown prince’s younger sister, princess kyung-min, you moved like a ghost through these walls—silent, efficient, invisible to most. but never to him. not entirely. your closeness to his sister had given you access to the east palace for years, a friendship that had quietly bloomed between you and the princess since childhood, even as strict palace rules tried to keep such bonds in check.
namjoon’s gaze flicked toward you for the briefest moment as he took another drink. something unreadable crossed his face, a flicker beneath the haze of wine and laughter, before the gisaeng whispered something in his ear and reclaimed his full attention. his hand squeezed her hip, and she arched into him willingly.
he was always like this in these stolen hours: carefree, magnetic, utterly alive. the brilliant mind that memorized entire confucian texts after a single reading, the prince who could debate policy with gray-haired ministers and leave them stunned, chose instead to lose himself here. drinking, touching, laughing as if the throne were a distant dream rather than his inescapable future. he succeeded in his duties without visible effort—tutors marveled, his father, the emperor, could find no true fault in his performance—yet he poured his real passion into nights like this.
you knew the other side of him too well. the quiet mornings when he would summon you under the pretense of needing something from his sister or a message, pulling you behind screens or into forgotten alcoves. the way his clever fingers and softer words could unravel you completely. the childhood glances that had bloomed into something secret and dangerous once you both reached that trembling age of discovery. he had always been the one to lure, to initiate, using his status like a silken rope. and you had let him, again and again, even as your heart tangled itself deeper.
the music shifted to something slower, more intimate. namjoon’s laughter rang out as he leaned in to kiss the curve of the gisaeng’s neck, his hand now boldly exploring beneath layers of silk. one of his friends called out a teasing remark, and the group erupted in cheers and more poured wine. the night was young, the pavilion warm, and the crown prince was in his element—brilliant, reckless, and blissfully unburdened.
but you felt the familiar twist in your chest. jealousy, sharp and unwelcome, mixed with the ache of wanting what you could never truly have. he would find you later, you knew. he always did. a soft touch, a few sweet words murmured against your skin, and you would end up in his bed again, lost in the heat of him while pretending it didn’t break you a little more each time.
for now, you simply refilled a cup when summoned, keeping your eyes lowered like a proper servant, while the future emperor of joseon partied on as if tomorrow’s duties did not exist.
the banquet stretched late into the night, the music growing softer and the laughter more drunken as lanterns burned lower. you moved through the edges of it all with practiced grace, refilling cups, clearing empty dishes, and keeping your expression carefully neutral. princess kyung-min had retired hours earlier with a knowing smile and a quiet request for you to handle any late duties near her brother’s quarters. she suspected something, perhaps, but never pressed. your friendship with her was one of the few gentle truths in this palace of secrets.
when the last of his companions finally stumbled away and the gisaengs were escorted out with flushed cheeks and disheveled garments, silence settled over the space like a heavy curtain. you lingered to extinguish a few lanterns, heart already racing, because you knew what came next.
footsteps. deliberate. unhurried.
“you stayed,” namjoon’s voice came low behind you, warm like the rice wine still on his breath. his presence filled the space before he even touched you—tall, broad-shouldered, the scent of alcohol and incense clinging to his loosened robes. you turned slowly, eyes lowered out of habit, but his fingers caught your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.
“jeonha,” you whispered, the title feeling both formal and far too intimate on your tongue. his eyes were darker now, heavy-lidded from drink but still sharp, that brilliant mind never fully dulled. a slow smile curved his lips.
“always so proper when others might hear,” he murmured, thumb brushing your lower lip. “but there is no need to restrain yourself with me.” he stepped closer, backing you gently against one of the carved wooden pillars. the night air cooled your skin where your own hanbok shifted, but his body radiated heat. “you watched me tonight. i felt your eyes the whole time.”
heat rose in your cheeks. jealousy still twisted low in your belly—the memory of his hands on that gisaeng, his laugh against her neck—but his touch was already softening the edges of it. he always knew how. “you seemed… well entertained, your highness.”
namjoon chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned in, lips ghosting along your jaw. “jealous?” he asked, almost teasing, but there was something gentler beneath it. his free hand settled at your waist, fingers splaying possessively. “you know none of them matter the way you do. they’re just… distractions. fleeting pleasures.” his mouth found the sensitive spot beneath your ear, sucking lightly, and you shivered despite yourself. “you’ve been in my thoughts since we were children sneaking glances in these same halls. that hasn’t changed.”
you wanted to believe him. you always did in these moments. his words were sweet, his hands clever, and your body remembered every secret encounter—the way he had first pulled you close years ago, clumsy with youthful desire, then more confident as time passed.
his fingers worked at the ties of your jeogori, loosening the fabric with practiced ease. cool air met warm skin as he pushed the layers aside, mouth trailing lower to kiss along your collarbone. “let me remind you,” he whispered against your skin, voice husky. “let me show you how much i want this. how much i want you. here. now.”
the cool night breeze brushed against your exposed skin as his mouth trailed lower, but the heat of him pressed close kept you burning. namjoon’s hands were already working at the ties of your skirt, loosening layers of silk with a kind of impatient grace that spoke of how little he cared for the risk. the pavilion was open on three sides, lanterns casting long shadows across the wooden floor. anyone could walk past. a servant. a guard. his sister’s attendants. the thought sent a sharp thrill through your belly even as your hands found his shoulders, half pushing, half pulling.
“jeonha—someone might see—” you whispered, voice thin.
he only hummed against your collarbone, the sound low and distracted. “then they will see their prince taking what he wants.” his fingers slipped beneath the last layer of cloth, finding you already slick and aching. a quiet, satisfied sound left him. “you’re wet for me already. you always are.”
before you could answer, he sank to his knees in front of you, right there against the carved pillar. the sight of him—crown prince in half-open sapphire robes, kneeling in the open pavilion like a man possessed—made your breath catch. he pushed your skirts higher, bunching the fabric around your waist with careless hands, and leaned in. the first slow drag of his tongue made your knees buckle. you bit down hard on your lip to keep from crying out.
namjoon didn’t bother with teasing tonight. he licked into you like he was starving, broad strokes and then focused circles that had your hips jerking against his mouth. one of his hands gripped your thigh, holding you open, and you clutched at the pillar behind you, nails scraping wood, every sense screaming that you were exposed—the faint breeze cooling the wetness he was spreading with his tongue, the distant possibility of footsteps on the path.
he groaned softly against you, the vibration traveling straight through your core. “taste so good, gongjunim” he muttered, voice rough, almost to himself. he wasn’t thinking of the risk. he never did in these moments. his own pleasure, his own hunger, came first. he licked deeper, sucking at your clit with wet, obscene sounds that felt far too loud in the quiet pavilion, and kept going until your thighs started to shake.
“namjoon—please—” the name slipped out, desperate. he answered by sucking harder as pleasure crashed over you fast and sharp, your body clenching around him as you came with a broken, muffled sound, head pressed to the cool wood of the pillar.
he didn’t give you time to recover.
namjoon rose in one fluid motion, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he’d just finished a meal. his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. he spun you around before you could speak, pressing your front to the pillar. the wood was rough against your cheek. he kicked your feet apart with his own, bunching your skirts higher at your back. you heard the rustle of his own robes, the soft metallic clink of his belt being shoved aside, and then the hot, blunt head of his cock nudged between your thighs.
“hold on,” he said, voice low and a little breathless. not a suggestion—an order born of his own need. he pushed inside in one long, relentless thrust that forced a choked gasp from your throat. the stretch was deep, almost too much after his mouth, but your body welcomed him anyway. he didn’t start slow. he fucked into you with hard, steady strokes that rocked you against the pillar, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
every thrust made the risk sharper. the pavilion creaked faintly. your soft, wet sounds and the slap of skin were loud in the night air. anyone walking the outer path could hear. could see the silhouette of the crown prince taking his sister’s court lady like a common lover against a pillar. namjoon didn’t slow down. if anything, the possibility seemed to spur him on. his breathing grew heavier, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he drove deeper, chasing his own release without a single thought for discretion.
“god—always so tight for me,” he groaned against your neck, hips snapping harder. one hand slid around to rub quick circles over your swollen clit, rough and insistent. “cum again. want to feel you.”
you did—shaking, biting your own forearm to muffle the cry as another orgasm tore through you. your walls fluttered around him and he cursed low, thrusts growing erratic. he buried himself to the hilt and came with a stifled groan, spilling deep inside you in hot pulses. for a long moment he stayed pressed against your back, breathing hard, cock still twitching inside you.
the secluded hall felt suddenly very quiet. your legs trembled, his seed already beginning to drip down your thigh. namjoon finally pulled out with a soft, wet sound, tucking himself away with lazy fingers. he didn’t move to clean you or fix your clothes right away. instead he turned you gently, pressing a slow, almost sweet kiss to your mouth that tasted like you and him and rice wine.
“you’re shaking,” he murmured, thumb brushing your cheek. there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes, but it was already fading back into that easy, careless smile. “go clean up before someone comes looking. i’ll see you again soon.”
he stepped back, already adjusting his robes like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just fucked you senseless in the open pavilion where anyone could have walked by. the crown prince who thought first of his own pleasure, taking what he wanted without ever weighing the danger.
you stayed against the pillar a moment longer, heart still racing, the ache between your legs a reminder of how little he cared for the risk—so long as he got what he needed.
synopsis: in the east palace, you are the princess’s court lady by day, and crown prince namjoon’s secret indulgence by night. a dangerous game of pleasure and jealousy — where the future emperor takes what he wants, and you can’t bring yourself to stop him.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, historical/royal!au, power imbalance, public sex, oral sex (fem), unprotected penetrative sex, mild breeding/cream pie kink, praise, mild dubcon elements
a/n: this was an anon’s request/idea! i really want to make this a series but we’ll see how the feedback is. it’s my first time writing this kind of au so please be nice to me and excuse any inaccuracy
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glossary:
jeonha (전하) — your majesty / your highness. a formal honorific used when addressing the king or crown prince.
gongjunim (공주님) — princess. an affectionate term namjoon uses for you, elevating you playfully.
gisaeng (기생) — professional female entertainers trained in music, dance, poetry, and conversation. often invited to private banquets.
gonryongpo (곤룡포) — the blue dragon robe worn by the crown prince, embroidered with dragons symbolizing royal power.
hanbok (한복) — traditional korean clothing worn by all social classes, with multiple layered garments.
jeogori (저고리) — the short jacket-like top of a hanbok, usually worn over the skirt.
yangban (양반) — the scholarly noble class; high-ranking officials and aristocrats.
geomungo (거문고) — a traditional korean zither-like string instrument.
east palace (동궁) — the residence area of the crown prince within the larger palace complex.
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the lanterns swayed gently in the warm night breeze, casting flickering golden light across the secluded pavilion tucked deep within the east palace grounds. music drifted through the air—soft strings of the geomungo mixed with the lilting notes of a flute—accompanied by the laughter of a small, carefully chosen group. this was not one of the stiff royal banquets overseen by ministers and watchful eyes. this was namjoon’s world, the one he carved out for himself when the weight of expectation grew too heavy.
kim namjoon, crown prince of joseon, lounged at the center of it all like he belonged nowhere else. his blue gonryongpo was loosened at the collar, the embroidered dragons peeking out as if even they were taking a break from propriety. a cup of rice wine dangled loosely from his long fingers, half-empty again. his dark eyes sparkled with that easy mischief that made servants whisper and women lean closer.
“another round,” he called, voice warm and low, carrying over the music. hoseok, one of his close companions—a young yangban son who had grown up trailing after the prince—raised his cup with a cheer. beside namjoon, a gisaeng in flowing silk leaned in, her painted lips curving into a smile as his free hand settled boldly on her waist. his thumb traced lazy circles against the fabric, slipping just beneath the edge where skin met cloth. she giggled, pressing a fresh cup to his lips, and he drank deeply, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
“you’re too generous tonight, jeonha,” she murmured, using the honorific playfully. namjoon chuckled, the sound rich and effortless, pulling her closer until she was nearly in his lap. his other hand came up to brush a strand of hair from her face, fingers lingering at her jaw.
“generous? i’m simply enjoying what the night offers,” he replied, voice dropping. “and you, my dear, offer quite a lot.” his hand slid lower, possessive and unhurried, drawing another soft laugh from her as the music swelled. around them, other women—palace servants who had been invited for the evening and a few more gisaeng—mingled with his friends. cups clinked. bodies drew near. the air grew thick with the scent of wine, incense, and warm skin.
from the shadowed edge of the pavilion, you watched.
you had seen this scene before. too many times. as one of the personal court ladies assigned to the crown prince’s younger sister, princess kyung-min, you moved like a ghost through these walls—silent, efficient, invisible to most. but never to him. not entirely. your closeness to his sister had given you access to the east palace for years, a friendship that had quietly bloomed between you and the princess since childhood, even as strict palace rules tried to keep such bonds in check.
namjoon’s gaze flicked toward you for the briefest moment as he took another drink. something unreadable crossed his face, a flicker beneath the haze of wine and laughter, before the gisaeng whispered something in his ear and reclaimed his full attention. his hand squeezed her hip, and she arched into him willingly.
he was always like this in these stolen hours: carefree, magnetic, utterly alive. the brilliant mind that memorized entire confucian texts after a single reading, the prince who could debate policy with gray-haired ministers and leave them stunned, chose instead to lose himself here. drinking, touching, laughing as if the throne were a distant dream rather than his inescapable future. he succeeded in his duties without visible effort—tutors marveled, his father, the emperor, could find no true fault in his performance—yet he poured his real passion into nights like this.
you knew the other side of him too well. the quiet mornings when he would summon you under the pretense of needing something from his sister or a message, pulling you behind screens or into forgotten alcoves. the way his clever fingers and softer words could unravel you completely. the childhood glances that had bloomed into something secret and dangerous once you both reached that trembling age of discovery. he had always been the one to lure, to initiate, using his status like a silken rope. and you had let him, again and again, even as your heart tangled itself deeper.
the music shifted to something slower, more intimate. namjoon’s laughter rang out as he leaned in to kiss the curve of the gisaeng’s neck, his hand now boldly exploring beneath layers of silk. one of his friends called out a teasing remark, and the group erupted in cheers and more poured wine. the night was young, the pavilion warm, and the crown prince was in his element—brilliant, reckless, and blissfully unburdened.
but you felt the familiar twist in your chest. jealousy, sharp and unwelcome, mixed with the ache of wanting what you could never truly have. he would find you later, you knew. he always did. a soft touch, a few sweet words murmured against your skin, and you would end up in his bed again, lost in the heat of him while pretending it didn’t break you a little more each time.
for now, you simply refilled a cup when summoned, keeping your eyes lowered like a proper servant, while the future emperor of joseon partied on as if tomorrow’s duties did not exist.
the banquet stretched late into the night, the music growing softer and the laughter more drunken as lanterns burned lower. you moved through the edges of it all with practiced grace, refilling cups, clearing empty dishes, and keeping your expression carefully neutral. princess kyung-min had retired hours earlier with a knowing smile and a quiet request for you to handle any late duties near her brother’s quarters. she suspected something, perhaps, but never pressed. your friendship with her was one of the few gentle truths in this palace of secrets.
when the last of his companions finally stumbled away and the gisaengs were escorted out with flushed cheeks and disheveled garments, silence settled over the space like a heavy curtain. you lingered to extinguish a few lanterns, heart already racing, because you knew what came next.
footsteps. deliberate. unhurried.
“you stayed,” namjoon’s voice came low behind you, warm like the rice wine still on his breath. his presence filled the space before he even touched you—tall, broad-shouldered, the scent of alcohol and incense clinging to his loosened robes. you turned slowly, eyes lowered out of habit, but his fingers caught your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.
“jeonha,” you whispered, the title feeling both formal and far too intimate on your tongue. his eyes were darker now, heavy-lidded from drink but still sharp, that brilliant mind never fully dulled. a slow smile curved his lips.
“always so proper when others might hear,” he murmured, thumb brushing your lower lip. “but there is no need to restrain yourself with me.” he stepped closer, backing you gently against one of the carved wooden pillars. the night air cooled your skin where your own hanbok shifted, but his body radiated heat. “you watched me tonight. i felt your eyes the whole time.”
heat rose in your cheeks. jealousy still twisted low in your belly—the memory of his hands on that gisaeng, his laugh against her neck—but his touch was already softening the edges of it. he always knew how. “you seemed… well entertained, your highness.”
namjoon chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned in, lips ghosting along your jaw. “jealous?” he asked, almost teasing, but there was something gentler beneath it. his free hand settled at your waist, fingers splaying possessively. “you know none of them matter the way you do. they’re just… distractions. fleeting pleasures.” his mouth found the sensitive spot beneath your ear, sucking lightly, and you shivered despite yourself. “you’ve been in my thoughts since we were children sneaking glances in these same halls. that hasn’t changed.”
you wanted to believe him. you always did in these moments. his words were sweet, his hands clever, and your body remembered every secret encounter—the way he had first pulled you close years ago, clumsy with youthful desire, then more confident as time passed.
his fingers worked at the ties of your jeogori, loosening the fabric with practiced ease. cool air met warm skin as he pushed the layers aside, mouth trailing lower to kiss along your collarbone. “let me remind you,” he whispered against your skin, voice husky. “let me show you how much i want this. how much i want you. here. now.”
the cool night breeze brushed against your exposed skin as his mouth trailed lower, but the heat of him pressed close kept you burning. namjoon’s hands were already working at the ties of your skirt, loosening layers of silk with a kind of impatient grace that spoke of how little he cared for the risk. the pavilion was open on three sides, lanterns casting long shadows across the wooden floor. anyone could walk past. a servant. a guard. his sister’s attendants. the thought sent a sharp thrill through your belly even as your hands found his shoulders, half pushing, half pulling.
“jeonha—someone might see—” you whispered, voice thin.
he only hummed against your collarbone, the sound low and distracted. “then they will see their prince taking what he wants.” his fingers slipped beneath the last layer of cloth, finding you already slick and aching. a quiet, satisfied sound left him. “you’re wet for me already. you always are.”
before you could answer, he sank to his knees in front of you, right there against the carved pillar. the sight of him—crown prince in half-open sapphire robes, kneeling in the open pavilion like a man possessed—made your breath catch. he pushed your skirts higher, bunching the fabric around your waist with careless hands, and leaned in. the first slow drag of his tongue made your knees buckle. you bit down hard on your lip to keep from crying out.
namjoon didn’t bother with teasing tonight. he licked into you like he was starving, broad strokes and then focused circles that had your hips jerking against his mouth. one of his hands gripped your thigh, holding you open, and you clutched at the pillar behind you, nails scraping wood, every sense screaming that you were exposed—the faint breeze cooling the wetness he was spreading with his tongue, the distant possibility of footsteps on the path.
he groaned softly against you, the vibration traveling straight through your core. “taste so good, gongjunim” he muttered, voice rough, almost to himself. he wasn’t thinking of the risk. he never did in these moments. his own pleasure, his own hunger, came first. he licked deeper, sucking at your clit with wet, obscene sounds that felt far too loud in the quiet pavilion, and kept going until your thighs started to shake.
“namjoon—please—” the name slipped out, desperate. he answered by sucking harder as pleasure crashed over you fast and sharp, your body clenching around him as you came with a broken, muffled sound, head pressed to the cool wood of the pillar.
he didn’t give you time to recover.
namjoon rose in one fluid motion, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he’d just finished a meal. his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. he spun you around before you could speak, pressing your front to the pillar. the wood was rough against your cheek. he kicked your feet apart with his own, bunching your skirts higher at your back. you heard the rustle of his own robes, the soft metallic clink of his belt being shoved aside, and then the hot, blunt head of his cock nudged between your thighs.
“hold on,” he said, voice low and a little breathless. not a suggestion—an order born of his own need. he pushed inside in one long, relentless thrust that forced a choked gasp from your throat. the stretch was deep, almost too much after his mouth, but your body welcomed him anyway. he didn’t start slow. he fucked into you with hard, steady strokes that rocked you against the pillar, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
every thrust made the risk sharper. the pavilion creaked faintly. your soft, wet sounds and the slap of skin were loud in the night air. anyone walking the outer path could hear. could see the silhouette of the crown prince taking his sister’s court lady like a common lover against a pillar. namjoon didn’t slow down. if anything, the possibility seemed to spur him on. his breathing grew heavier, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he drove deeper, chasing his own release without a single thought for discretion.
“god—always so tight for me,” he groaned against your neck, hips snapping harder. one hand slid around to rub quick circles over your swollen clit, rough and insistent. “cum again. want to feel you.”
you did—shaking, biting your own forearm to muffle the cry as another orgasm tore through you. your walls fluttered around him and he cursed low, thrusts growing erratic. he buried himself to the hilt and came with a stifled groan, spilling deep inside you in hot pulses. for a long moment he stayed pressed against your back, breathing hard, cock still twitching inside you.
the secluded hall felt suddenly very quiet. your legs trembled, his seed already beginning to drip down your thigh. namjoon finally pulled out with a soft, wet sound, tucking himself away with lazy fingers. he didn’t move to clean you or fix your clothes right away. instead he turned you gently, pressing a slow, almost sweet kiss to your mouth that tasted like you and him and rice wine.
“you’re shaking,” he murmured, thumb brushing your cheek. there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes, but it was already fading back into that easy, careless smile. “go clean up before someone comes looking. i’ll see you again soon.”
he stepped back, already adjusting his robes like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just fucked you senseless in the open pavilion where anyone could have walked by. the crown prince who thought first of his own pleasure, taking what he wanted without ever weighing the danger.
you stayed against the pillar a moment longer, heart still racing, the ache between your legs a reminder of how little he cared for the risk—so long as he got what he needed.
synopsis: when jimin turns to you for intimate advice about his connection with one of your friends, the easy laughter and teasing between you two quickly makes jungkook grow quieter, hiding a flicker of jealousy he refuses to admit.
what starts as gentle teasing on the couch slowly ignites into a charged battle of wills — playful, competitive, and undeniably heated.
word count: 2.6k
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male), breast play, unprotected penetrative sex, bit of dirty talk
a/n: thank you for 100 followers! this account is growing so fast, love you all 🤍
you’re curled up on the wide sectional in jungkook’s apartment, the low hum of some playlist filling the background. the lights are dim, just the way he likes it when it’s late and the three of you are hanging out like this. jimin’s next to you, close enough that your knees keep knocking, laughing as he leans in closer with a dramatic pleading look on his face.
“come on, please,” jimin begs, voice full of fake desperation, “just a few details. what does she like? i don’t wanna mess this up next time. does she prefer slow and teasing or does she like it a little rougher? tell me what she’s into, i’m dying here.”
you burst out laughing, covering your mouth as you nudge his arm. “oh my god you’re so desperate, this is hilarious. i can’t believe you’re actually asking me for sex advice about my own friend.”
jimin grins, not giving up, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “i’m serious! she mentioned she likes when things build up but i wanna do it right. does she like being in control or should i take the lead more? help a guy out. i’ll owe you forever.”
jungkook lets out a quiet scoff from the other side of the couch, the sound low and almost amused, but there’s a slight edge to it as he shifts his position, eyes flicking toward the two of you for a moment before going back to the tv.
you’re still giggling, shaking your head at how eager he looks. “you’re ridiculous. okay fine, a little hint because you’re being so pathetic right now. she does like slow teasing at the start, especially on her neck and inner thighs. and she hates when guys rush. but that’s all you’re getting, you perv. stop looking at me like that.”
jimin lets out a triumphant laugh, pumping his fist dramatically. “yes! neck and thighs, slow build up. you’re the best. seriously, thank you.”
you roll your eyes, still laughing. “don’t tell her i said anything or i’ll end you.”
the two of you keep chatting casually, voices overlapping with easy laughs as jimin shares a couple more light details about his previous date and you ask questions, the conversation flowing warm and natural.
jungkook has his legs stretched out and is mostly quiet. he chimes in every now and then with a short comment or a low chuckle, but there’s a subtle shift in him. just the way his gaze lingers a second longer when you laugh at something jimin says, or how his fingers tap once against his knee before going still.
“seems like you two have your own little thing going on tonight.” jungkook says at one point, voice casual, almost amused. “hard to get a word in.”
you glance over, smiling. “come on, join in. jimin was just saying how he spilled his matcha right in front of her.” you laughed. “and he doesn’t even like matcha.”
jungkook shrugs lightly, lips curving in a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “yeah i heard it. you’re both pretty into the story.”
jimin laughs, oblivious, then checks his phone and groans. “shit, it’s late. i told myself i’d be in bed by one. early call tomorrow.”
you stand up with him, walking him to the door while jungkook stays on the couch. “text me if my advice was helpful,” you chuckle, giving him a quick hug. “and don’t overthink it.”
jungkook lifts a hand in a lazy wave without looking over. “night.”
the door shuts and the apartment feels suddenly quieter. you turn back, padding over to the couch. jungkook hasn’t moved much, still sprawled out, one arm resting along the back cushions. you climb on beside him, then shift until you’re lying down with your head in his lap, cheek against his thigh. he doesn’t say anything, just adjusts slightly so you’re comfortable, fingers brushing once through your hair before settling.
“that was fun,” you say after a minute, voice soft. “jimin seemed really into her.”
“mm.” jungkook’s hand stays in your hair, slow strokes. “he talks a lot when he’s excited.”
you smile against his sweats, turning your face a little so you can look up at him. “you were quiet tonight.”
“just tired,” he says, easy, like it’s nothing. his eyes are on the tv again, thumb tracing idle circles on your scalp.
you know that tone. it’s the one he uses when he doesn’t want to admit something’s bothering him, when he’s trying to keep that cool, unbothered front. you reach up and poke his stomach lightly. “tired or something else?”
he huffs a small laugh, the sound low in his chest. “something else like what? i just learned more than i needed to about your friend’s sex life.”
you laugh, the sound muffled against his thigh. “he was just asking. you could’ve given some advice too.”
“not really my business.” jungkook says, still casual, but there’s a tiny edge under it now, something almost petulant.
you prop yourself up on one elbow, looking at him properly. “are you actually annoyed about that?”
he shrugs one shoulder, eyes flicking down to meet yours for a second before sliding away. “no. just saying. you two get loud when you’re talking about that stuff.”
you settle back down, head on his lap again, but this time you let your hand rest on his thigh, fingers tracing slow patterns through the fabric. “you know it’s just jimin being jimin. and i wanted to help. they’re both my friends.”
“friend,” he repeats, like he’s testing the word. his hand in your hair slows. “interesting.”
you bite back a smile. he’s being so careful with his words, trying not to sound jealous, but you can feel the way his thigh tenses under your touch. you keep your voice light, teasing. “what, can’t i be friends with jimin too?”
jungkook makes a noncommittal sound, shifting a little under you. “i didn’t say that.”
“but you’re thinking it,” you say, turning your head to press a kiss to his thigh through the sweats. “it’s okay if you’re jealous, you know? it’s normal.”
he exhales through his nose, the sound almost a laugh but not quite. “you’re not gonna let this go, are you?”
“probably not,” you admit, letting your hand drift higher on his thigh, closer to where you know he’s starting to react. “you get this little crease between your eyebrows when something’s bothering you. it’s cute.”
“i don’t have a crease,” he mutters, but his hand in your hair tightens just a fraction.
you laugh softly and nuzzle closer, cheek rubbing against him. your fingers brush over the front of his sweats now, light, almost accidental. he’s half-hard already, and when you press a little more deliberately, you feel him twitch. jungkook stays quiet, but you catch the way his breathing changes, just slightly deeper.
“you’re really not gonna admit it?” you ask, voice low, still tracing slow circles with your fingertips.
“there’s nothing to admit, i told you” he says, but it comes out a little rougher than he probably meant. “just tired. long day.”
you hum, unconvinced, and let your palm rest fully over him now, feeling the warmth and the slow thickening under your hand. “mm. tired but still gets hard when i touch you like this.”
he shifts again, like he’s trying to get comfortable, but it just presses him more into your hand. “that’s not fair.”
“what’s not fair?” you tease, giving him a gentle squeeze.
jungkook lets out a quiet breath that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. “you’re a brat.”
you grin and start rubbing him properly through the fabric, slow and steady. “maybe. but you like it.”
he doesn’t answer right away. his hand in your hair, fingers flexing, and you can feel the way he’s trying to stay still, trying not to push up into your touch. you drag it out, just like that—talking a little more, all while your hand works him up until he’s fully hard and straining against the sweats.
“you’re really trying hard not to react,” you say, amused. “it’s cute.”
“shut up,” he mutters, but there’s no heat in it, just that slightly petulant edge that comes out when he’s losing a little control and hates admitting it.
you smile and finally tug his sweats down just enough, wrapping your fingers around him. you stroke him lazily, then lean in and press soft kisses along his length. his thighs tense on either side of you, but he stays quiet, breathing through his nose like he’s determined not to give you the satisfaction of a sound.
you take your time with it. another kiss, then a slow lick up the underside, tasting him. you lick him again, longer this time, swirling your tongue around the head before taking just the tip into your mouth and sucking lightly.
he exhales sharply, hips twitching once before he forces them still. you pull off with a soft pop, stroking him with your hand while you look up at him.
“you can make noise, you know. i like it when you do.”
“i’m fine,” he says, voice strained. his cock twitches in your hand, betraying him completely.
you smile and go back down, taking him deeper this time, hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. jungkook’s fingers flex in your hair, his other hand gripping the couch cushion. you can feel him holding back, trying not to thrust up, trying not to moan. every time a sound almost slips out he bites it back, jaw clenched tight.
you pull off again, licking your lips. “you’re so fucking stubborn.” you say, amused.
you take him back into your mouth, sucking harder this time, and his hand in your hair finally tugs, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to guide you. he’s still trying to let you have the upper hand, but you can feel him fraying at the edges, that need to take over starting to win.
when you pull off again, stroking him with your hand now, he looks down at you with dark eyes and that unyielding set to his mouth.
you climb up into his lap slowly, eyes fixed on his, straddling him. his cock presses against you through your shorts as you settle, and you rock your hips once, teasingly slow, just to feel it. jungkook’s hands go to your waist, holding you there, thumbs rubbing circles over your hipbones.
“still not gonna admit you were jealous?” you ask, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
he kisses you back, slow and deep, like he’s trying to distract you. “and i’m the stubborn one.”
you laugh against his lips and grind down on him again. “yes.”
his hands slide under your shirt, warm on your skin, and he pulls you closer until your chests are pressed together. “brat.”
you kiss him again, deeper this time, and let your hand slip between your bodies to wrap around his cock. you stroke him while you kiss, slow and teasing, until he’s making those quiet, frustrated sounds into your mouth.
you reach down with your hand and push your shorts and panties to the side, not bothering to take them off completely. lining him up, you sink down onto him inch by inch, torturously slow, eyes locked on his the whole time. jungkook’s breath catches, fingers digging into your hips as he tries not to thrust up and fill you all at once.
“fuck...” he breathes out, the word barely audible.
you stay there for a moment once he’s fully inside, rolling your hips in tiny circles, feeling him throb. “see? this is what you get when you’re all jealous over nothing.”
he groans softly, head tipping back against the couch, but his hands stay on your waist, not forcing you to move faster. “not jealous,” he mutters, even as his hips twitch beneath you. “just… you and him laughing like that and talking about those things…”
you smile, leaning forward to kiss along his jaw while you start riding him properly, slow and deep. “i’m still yours.”
you feel his cock twitch hard inside you as his hands grip your waist a little tighter, almost like he can’t help the excited little rush that runs through him hearing those words slipping from your mouth.
the rhythm builds naturally, your bodies moving together on the couch. every time you clench around him or change the angle he lets out another low sound, trying to stay in control but clearly losing the fight.
jungkook’s hands slide up your sides, fingers hooking under the neckline of your top before tugging it down, exposing your breasts. his eyes darken instantly and without a word he leans forward, mouth latching onto one of your nipples. he sucks hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his other hand squeezes your ass, guiding you on his cock.
a broken whimper slips out of you, quickly turning into a moan as he switches to the other tit, sucking and biting gently. your rhythm falters for a second, thighs trembling as pleasure shoots through you.
“fuck… kook,” you gasp, fingers threading through his hair.
jungkook pulls back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny, a smug little smirk on his face even as he’s buried deep inside you. “look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “talking all that shit earlier, teasing me about being jealous… and now you’re the one falling apart on my cock. can’t even keep your rhythm, huh?”
you moan again as he sucks harder on your nipple, hips jerking down onto him. “shut up…” you manage, reaching down to slap his shoulder lightly.
he chuckles against your skin, the vibration making you shiver. “acting like you’re in control but the second i get my mouth on these pretty tits you start whimpering. so fucking cute.”
you try to keep riding him steady but another moan escapes as he flicks his tongue over your nipple again, his hands helping you bounce on him harder.
“i’m so close,” you whimper, clenching around his cock as the pleasure coils tighter in your belly.
he groans against your skin, pulling back just enough to look up at you with dark, hazy eyes. “yeah? gonna cum for me baby?” his voice is rough, a little wrecked, but still teasing.
you nod frantically, nails digging into his shoulders as the edge gets closer, every thrust pushing you nearer to the peak.
you cum first, burying your face in his neck as the waves hit, and he follows right after, arms wrapping tight around you while he spills deep inside.
you both stay quiet for a moment, breathing hard, your face still buried in his neck as you come down together. after a while he lets out a low, satisfied chuckle, lips brushing your ear.
“so quiet now,” he murmurs, voice husky and amused, “what happened baby?”
you let out a weak laugh, lightly slapping his shoulder again as you hide your face deeper in his neck, too blissed out to argue. jungkook just smiles against your skin, holding you closer, the competitive tension finally melting into something warm and comfortable.
do u accept ABO (obsessed alpha hoseok mayhaps) but if not , wish you a good day anyway! Love ur works darling
i’m not the most comfortable writing abo and it’s not really my niche, but thank you for the request anyway! if there’s anything else you’d like to request within the genre i write then i’d love to hear it :)
currently writing that crown prince!namjoon smut fic and omgggg never thought i would be so into this!! i haven’t even finished the introduction and i’m already thinking about the multiple parts i’m doing for this hahahahaha
imagine yoongi slipping into bed after a concert, still riding that post-show adrenaline, body tired but wired, hair messy and skin warm from the stage lights.
imagine you’re already fast asleep, curled up on your side. he slides in behind you without a word, pressing his chest flush to your back and wrapping a strong arm around your waist, pulling you tight against him.
imagine his hips starting to move slow, grinding his growing bulge against your ass. the steady pressure stirring you awake, groggy and sleepy, eyelids barely lifting.
imagine him whispering low and raspy in your ear, lips brushing your skin, “shh, just relax, baby.”
imagine his hand slipping down, tugging your bottoms and panties down your thighs just enough. his cool fingers finding your pussy, caressing gently, circling your clit and dipping inside until you’re slick and wet, your breath catching in sleepy little whimpers.
imagine him pushing his pants down, freeing his cock, and rubbing the thick head along your folds, teasing and coating himself in your wetness. you squirming back against him, soft needy sounds slipping out as sleep still clouds your mind.
imagine yoongi lining up and slowly pushing inside you, stretching you deep in one smooth glide. “fuck…” he moans quietly against your neck, hips rocking in that lazy, deep rhythm, savoring every inch.
imagine you’re all fucked up from sleep and the feel of his cock, eyes half-closed, a little drool at the corner of your mouth as pleasure builds in hazy waves. him fucking you slow and steady, one hand gripping your hip, low groans vibrating in your ear with every thrust.
imagine you both cumming in quiet, shuddering waves, bodies trembling. him staying buried deep inside you, arm still wrapped tight around your waist, and you both drifting back to sleep like that, warm and close.
damn me too girlll, been horny as hell and loved your jk fic. Could we get a yoongi one, ugh I love him, any scenario is good xx
omg sooo horny hahaha haven’t been able to stop writing smut, so many ideas flowing!
you guys are reading my mind! i just posted a namjoon + yoongi one, if you want to check that out. but don’t worry i will definitely be writing a lot of yoongi, he’s my ult bias
LOVEEE UR WORKS SM HOLY SHITT!! Will we be getting a third (maybe fourth too pretty please) part of the notebook?
Also hehe personal request if you don’t mind: something with joonie? Maybe a makeup artist situation kind of thing or something set in a different period of time (lol I’m not good at imagining, so a surprise is definitely welcome!
THANK YOU SO MUCH 🤍 yesss, i will be making a part 3 for sure, i’m getting too invested in that fic to stop hahaha
i just posted one with joonie!! but it’s +yoongi. i never wrote anything set in a different period of time but that’s actually so interesting! prince/emperor joon would be HOT i will definitely write something like that
synopsis: while visiting namjoon and yoongi in the studio, a casual afternoon takes an unexpected turn. namjoon knows something his best friend has been desperately trying to hide — and he decides it’s time to bring it into the light.
tension, embarrassment, and raw desire slowly ignite between the three of you.
you push open the door to the music studio, the familiar scent of coffee and warm electronics wrapping around you. the room is dimly lit, just the way they like it when they’re deep in work—soft glow from the monitors, a couple of half-empty mugs on the desk. namjoon and yoongi are both hunched over the mixing board, focused.
“hey baby,” namjoon says, voice deep and warm as he turns in his chair. his smile is immediate, dimples showing. you step closer and lean down to kiss him slow and sweet, your lips lingering just a little.
“hi joon,” you murmur against his mouth, pulling back with a small smile. you glance over at yoongi. “hey yoongi. sorry if i’m interrupting.”
yoongi glances up briefly, expression neutral. “it’s fine,” he mutters, voice low and a little rough, clearing his throat once before looking back at the screen.
you stand beside namjoon’s chair for a moment, one hand resting lightly on his shoulder as you peer at the waveforms. “what are you two working on today? can i hear the latest version?”
namjoon’s arm slides around your waist, tugging you gently down onto his lap. “yeah, come here.” you settle against his chest, your short dress riding up your thighs as you get comfortable. his arm wraps securely around you. “we’ve been tweaking the chorus mostly.”
he clicks play, letting the moody beat fill the room. you listen, nodding along. “it sounds really good. the atmosphere feels heavier now.” you turn your head slightly toward yoongi. “you added that new layer, right?”
yoongi shrugs, eyes fixed on the screen. “yeah. tried something different.” his words are short, clipped. he shifts in his seat, swallowing hard.
namjoon chuckles softly, his hand resting casually on your bare thigh, thumb stroking slow circles. “yoongi’s being modest again. it was his idea. makes the whole thing hit different.”
“the tour’s been so draining lately,” you say, keeping the conversation light. “that seoul show where the lights flickered?
namjoon laughs, low and easy. “yeah, chaotic as hell. baby, you should’ve seen yoongi’s face when the monitors died.” his hand slid further up your thigh, warm palm against softer skin.
you tense, reaching down to gently push his hand lower. “joon,” you whisper close to his ear, cheeks warming. “stop.”
he hums, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder like nothing’s wrong. his hand returns moments later, higher this time, tracing the inside of your thigh.
yoongi stays quiet, staring at the screen, but his jaw tightens. “the bridge timing is still off,” he says flatly, voice strained.
“yeah, i hear it,” namjoon agrees, playing a short section again. his fingers brush teasingly close to the edge of your panties. “what do you think, baby? keep it stripped or add more?”
you squirm in his lap, embarrassed. “joon, seriously,” you whisper more urgently, trying to close your legs and nudge his hand away. “he’s right here. let’s go somewhere else if you’re in the mood, okay? please.”
namjoon stays perfectly calm, voice steady but loud enough for the room. “why leave? yoongi’s been enjoying this view for a long time now. haven’t you, hyung?”
the words hit like a shock. you freeze, eyes wide. “namjoon—what the hell?” you slap his chest hard with your palm, the sound sharp in the quiet studio, your face burning with disbelief and embarrassment. “what are you even talking about?”
yoongi’s head snaps up, face flushing deep red. “what the fuck?” his voice is sharp with anger and shock. “don’t say shit like that, that’s not funny at all.”
namjoon doesn’t flinch, still relaxed behind you, his hand resting high on your thigh. “i’m not joking. i’ve known for months. all those nights on tour—you disappearing after hearing us through the walls, the way you stare when she’s here. you’re not subtle.”
you’re mortified, slapping his arm again in protest. “joon, stop this right now! this is so fucking embarrassing—i have no idea what you’re talking about.” your voice shakes, shame flooding through you, but a traitorous warmth starts building low in your belly.
yoongi looks pissed, fists clenched tight on the desk. “this is complete bullshit. you’re making shit up just to fuck with me. she’s your girlfriend, i never crossed any line.” his tone is rough, defensive, breathing heavier now. he won’t meet your eyes, but the strain in his sweats is obvious as he shifts uncomfortably.
namjoon’s voice stays calm and steady. “deny it all you want, but you’re hard right now just from looking. tell her the truth. how long have you been thinking about her like this?”
yoongi stays silent for a long, tense moment, face burning crimson. “you’re an asshole for this.” yoongi suddenly pushes his chair back, standing abruptly. “fuck this, i can’t deal with this shit.”
namjoon’s arm shoots out fast, grabbing yoongi’s wrist in a firm, unyielding grip, yanking him back. his voice drops lower, dominant and angry. “sit the fuck down, yoongi. now.”
yoongi tenses hard, jaw clenched, clearly fighting the urge to pull away, but after a beat of resistance he drops back into the seat with a shaky, defeated breath. his face is still burning with humiliation. “tell her.”
he finally snaps, voice low and full of shame. “since last year, alright? i tried to ignore it. hearing you two… seeing her with you. it wasn’t on purpose. this is fucked up.”
the confession hangs heavy. you whimper softly, burying your face against namjoon’s neck for a moment, completely overwhelmed. “this is insane…”
“see?” namjoon murmurs against your ear, calm and filthy now, his fingers brushing deliberately over the damp spot on your panties. “he’s been dying for you this whole time. and you’re soaking already, baby. you like knowing he’s been touching himself thinking about you?
yoongi lets out a shaky breath, still embarrassed but unable to look away completely. “don’t— say it like that… shit.” his hand presses against his obvious bulge, conflicted but visibly turned on.
namjoon pulls your dress higher slowly, bunching the thin fabric around your waist and fully exposing your soaked panties and the smooth skin of your thighs to yoongi’s hungry stare. “good,” he murmurs against your ear, voice low and commanding. “now watch how i fuck my woman, hyung. pay attention. maybe you’ll finally learn how to handle her the way she needs.”
you whimper in pure embarrassment, your face burning hot as you instinctively try to close your legs, but namjoon’s strong thighs keep you spread open over his lap. “joon…please,” you whisper shakily, voice cracking. “this is so embarrassing—“
but your body betrays you completely. your pussy clenches visibly against the damp fabric, a fresh rush of wetness soaking through as yoongi’s eyes darken, locked between your legs. you can’t deny how filthy and thrilling it feels to be displayed like this.
namjoon chuckles darkly, one big hand sliding up to cup your mound possessively, rubbing slow circles over your panties with the heel of his palm. “look at him, baby. don’t hide. tell me you don’t love how desperate he looks right now—watching from afar like the pathetic little pervert he’s been all this time.”
you hesitate, biting your lip hard, but namjoon’s fingers press firmer and you moan softly, eyes fluttering open to meet yoongi’s. he’s breathing raggedly, one hand gripping the arm of his chair while the other palms his hard cock through his sweats, completely transfixed. the sight sends another wave of heat through you.
“fuck…” you breathe, embarrassed but undeniably turned on. “yoongi…”
the sound of his name falling from your lips makes yoongi’s cock twitch hard in his hand, a visible throb that has him groaning low and squeezing the base to stop himself from losing it too soon.
yoongi swallows thickly, voice hoarse and shy. “shit, you’re even prettier up close like this. i shouldn’t—fuck, i’m sorry.”
namjoon smirks, hooking his fingers into the crotch of your panties and tugging them aside, fully exposing your glistening, swollen pussy to the cool studio air and yoongi’s wide eyes. “don’t apologize. look at this pretty cunt, hyung. she’s dripping just because you’re staring. been waiting for you to see how wet she gets.”
he drags two thick fingers through your folds slowly, spreading your slickness from clit to entrance in deliberate, filthy strokes. you gasp, hips twitching despite yourself. “joon—ahh… he can see everything,” you whine, mortified, but you don’t pull away. instead, your head falls back against namjoon’s shoulder as he circles your clit with teasing pressure.
“that’s the point, baby,” namjoon growls, nipping at your neck. “i want him to see every inch. watch how she throbs when i touch her.” he sinks one finger inside you slowly, curling it deep while his thumb keeps rubbing lazy circles on your swollen clit. the wet, obscene sounds of your arousal fill the studio. “feel that, hyung? so fucking tight and greedy. this is what you’ve been jerking off to through the walls.”
yoongi groans low, finally shoving his sweats down enough to free his cock. it’s flushed dark and leaking, and he strokes himself in time with namjoon’s fingers, eyes never leaving your exposed pussy. “god… she’s so wet. looks so soft. i always imagined how you’d sound up close like this.”
“tell him, baby,” namjoon demands, adding a second finger and pumping them deeper, faster, curling against that spot that makes your toes curl. “tell yoongi how much you like him watching you get finger-fucked like a slut on my lap.”
you’re panting now, embarrassment mixing with raw pleasure as your hips roll shamelessly against namjoon’s hand. “i… i like it,” you admit breathlessly, cheeks flaming. “yoongi… it’s making me so wet. i didn’t know you wanted me this bad.”
namjoon laughs softly, proud and dirty, scissoring his fingers to stretch you open. “hear that? she’s clenching so hard just from your eyes on her. rub your clit for him, baby. show him exactly how you like it.”
your hand trembles as you reach down, spreading yourself wider with two fingers while namjoon keeps fucking you with his. yoongi’s strokes speed up, thumb swiping over his leaking tip as he watches every detail—your slick dripping down namjoon’s hand, the way your pussy flutters visibly.
“fuck, she’s perfect,” yoongi mutters, voice wrecked and shy. “so pink and messy… i’d give anything to taste her.”
namjoon’s free hand comes up to pinch and roll your nipple through your dress, voice rough with dominance. “not yet. today you watch and learn how to make her cum properly. look at her face, hyung—eyes all glassy because she loves making your dirty little secret come true.”
you moan louder, the combination of namjoon’s skilled fingers, his dirty words, and yoongi’s intense, starved gaze pushing you closer to the edge. “i’m—fuck… i’m so close…”
“cum for us, baby,” namjoon commands, thrusting his fingers harder, thumb pressing firm on your clit. “show yoongi how pretty you look falling apart while he strokes his cock to you.”
your orgasm crashes over you hard, thighs shaking as you cry out, pussy gushing around namjoon’s fingers. yoongi groans deeply, pumping himself faster, completely lost in the sight of you cumming so shamelessly in front of him.
namjoon doesn’t stop, milking every last tremor from you while kissing your neck. “good girl. we’re just getting started. aren’t we, hyung?”
yoongi’s hand is moving faster on his cock, flushed and leaking, eyes glued to the way your pussy flutters around namjoon’s fingers. “fuck… please, namjoon. just let me touch her. one hand. i need to feel how soft she is.”
namjoon chuckles low and dark, pulling his fingers out of you with a wet sound and bringing them to your mouth. you suck them clean obediently, tasting yourself, eyes half-lidded. “not a chance,” namjoon says calmly, dominant edge sharp in his voice. “don’t be greedy, hyung. you don’t get to touch my woman yet. you watch and learn.”
you’re still panting, embarrassed heat flooding your face even as your hips roll back against namjoon’s hard cock trapped beneath you. “joon… it’s too much,” you whisper, voice shaky, but your body is aching for more.
namjoon grips your hips and lifts you slightly, freeing his thick cock from his pants. he rubs the fat head along your soaked folds, teasing your clit before lining up. “you ready to watch me fuck her, hyung?”
without waiting, he pulls you down onto him in one slow, deep thrust, stretching you open around his girth. you moan loudly, head falling back against his chest as he fills you completely. “oh god—joon”
“that’s right, baby,” namjoon groans, starting to bounce you on his lap with steady, powerful thrusts. the wet slap of your ass meeting his thighs echoes in the studio. “look at him. eyes all fucked out just from seeing how my cock disappears inside this tight little pussy.”
yoongi strokes himself desperately, breath ragged. “she sounds so good… fuck, the way she’s taking you. please, just her thigh or something—i’m so close already.”
“no,” namjoon snaps, one hand sliding down to rub your clit in firm circles while the other grips your hip, controlling every bounce. “you want any chance at her later? then you hold it. watch how she squeezes me when i hit that spot right here—”
he angles his hips and thrusts up hard, hitting deep inside you. you cry out, clenching around him, the pleasure making your thighs shake. “yoongi…” you manage between moans, still flushed with shame but getting off on his starved gaze.
namjoon laughs softly, filthy and proud. “hear that? she’s talking to you while i’m balls deep in her. you could never fuck her like this, hyung. you’d probably cum in seconds just from feeling how wet and hot she is. pathetic.”
yoongi groans miserably, slowing his strokes to obey but clearly struggling, pre-cum dripping over his fist. “i know… shit, i know i would. she’s too perfect. the way her tits bounce under that dress—fuck.”
namjoon keeps fucking you steadily, deep and rhythmic, never letting you catch your breath. his fingers work your clit faster, voice low and commanding in your ear. “cum on my cock, baby. show him how you fall apart for me. let yoongi see what a good little slut you are when you’re properly fucked.”
the dirty words, the relentless drag of his thick cock against your walls, and yoongi’s desperate, hungry stare push you over the edge again. you came hard around him, moaning loudly, pussy gushing and fluttering as your whole body shakes in his lap. namjoon fucks you through it, praising you softly. “that’s it. good girl.”
yoongi looks wrecked, hand frozen on his throbbing cock, veins standing out as he fights not to cum. “please, namjoon… i can’t—i need something.”
namjoon slows his thrusts but stays buried deep inside you, letting you catch your breath while still rocking gently. he smirks at yoongi. “you held it. good. maybe you deserve a little reward.”
namjoon’s voice stays low and commanding. “baby, get on your knees for him. on the floor. show him how good that mouth feels.”
your heart hammers with fresh embarrassment, face burning hot. “joon…” you whisper, voice shaky even as your pussy clenches hard around his cock at the filthy idea. you’re still so exposed, legs spread wide over his thighs, but the thought of being on your knees in front of your boyfriend with another man’s dick in your mouth makes another rush of wetness drip down your thighs.
“that’s right,” namjoon murmurs against your ear, nipping at it. “don’t be shy now. he’s been dreaming about this for months. let him see you like the pretty little slut you are for us.”
he lifts you off his cock with a wet pop, helping you slide down to the floor. you end up on your hands and knees right in front of yoongi’s chair, ass up and back arched, your short dress still bunched uselessly around your waist. yoongi’s cock is right at eye level, hard and leaking, and he stares down at you like he can’t believe this is real.
namjoon kneels behind you on the floor, gripping your hips firmly. “go on, baby. take him in your mouth while i fuck this pussy again. eyes on him the whole time.”
you hesitate for a second, cheeks flaming with shame, but the ache between your legs wins. you wrap a trembling hand around yoongi’s base and lean forward, taking his flushed head into your warm mouth. your tongue swirls around the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum as you suck gently.
yoongi lets out a broken groan, hips twitching. “fuck—your mouth… so fucking warm and soft. i’ve thought about this so many times…”
namjoon doesn’t wait. he lines himself up and pushes back into you in one deep thrust, bottoming out with a groan. the force makes you moan around yoongi’s cock, taking him deeper into your throat. “that’s it,” namjoon growls, starting a steady, punishing rhythm. “suck him while i ruin you. look at him, baby. see how desperate he is just from your tongue.”
you do, eyes watering as you look up at yoongi through your lashes, bobbing your head slowly while namjoon fucks you harder. the position has you completely trapped between them — ass up, getting railed, mouth full of yoongi’s cock. the wet sounds are obscene: skin slapping against your ass, the slick glide of your lips around yoongi, your own muffled moans.
“she’s so tight,” namjoon taunts, one hand reaching around to grab at your chest. “you like watching her choke on your dick?”
yoongi’s hand hovers near your head but doesn’t touch, respecting namjoon’s rules even as he pants. “yes… fuck, i do. her mouth feels too good. i’m so close already, please—”
“not yet,” namjoon snaps, slamming into you deeper, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. “you don’t cum until i do. hold it if you want to keep feeling her.”
you whimper loudly around yoongi’s cock, the vibration making him curse and twitch against your tongue. the embarrassment is still there — being fucked on all fours like this in the studio, sucking your boyfriend’s best friend while he watches — but it only makes everything hotter. your juices drip down your thighs with every thrust.
namjoon leans over your back, voice rough and full of lust. “you love this, don’t you baby? getting used from both ends. tell yoongi how much you like his cock in your mouth.”
you pull off yoongi’s cock for a second, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. “i—i love it,” you admit breathlessly, voice wrecked. “i love your cock in my mouth.”
yoongi’s head falls back, groaning. “shit…”
namjoon thrusts harder, fingers digging into your hips. “eyes on him, baby. don’t stop sucking. we’re not done until you cum on my cock again and he’s earned his turn down your throat.”
the overwhelming fullness, the filthy sounds, and yoongi’s wrecked expression staring down at you push you straight to the brink. your moans grow louder around his cock as pleasure coils tighter and tighter.
“that’s it—cum on me,” namjoon growls.
your climax hits like a wave, crashing through you hard. your pussy spasms wildly around namjoon’s cock, thighs quivering as you cry out around yoongi, the sound muffled and broken. slick coats his length and drips down your legs while you keep sucking through the intense pulses.
yoongi curses, barely hanging on. “namjoon… i can’t—please, i need to cum.”
namjoon keeps fucking you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you’re shaking. “go ahead. fill her mouth. give her everything you’ve been holding back for so long.”
yoongi finally breaks. his cock twitches hard on your tongue before he spills, thick and hot, flooding your throat in several heavy spurts. you swallow as best you can, some escaping the corner of your lips as you whimper softly.
namjoon’s thrusts turn erratic and deep, chasing his own release. “good job, baby. now take mine too.” with a low, guttural sound he buries himself to the hilt and cums, pulsing inside you in long, warm bursts that leave you feeling full and claimed.
the three of you stay locked like that for a long moment — heavy breathing filling the studio, bodies slick with sweat. namjoon eventually pulls out slowly, watching his cum leak from your used pussy with dark satisfaction. you ease off yoongi’s softening cock, lips shiny and swollen, collapsing onto your side on the floor in a boneless, satisfied heap.
yoongi slumps back in his chair, looking dazed and grateful. “that was… i don’t even have words.”
namjoon runs a gentle hand down your back, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “you were perfect, baby” he murmurs to you, then glances at yoongi with a smirk. “behave yourself and maybe next time i’ll let you fuck her.”
you let out a shaky, breathless laugh, face still flushed with lingering embarrassment and pleasure. “you two are going to ruin me.”
synopsis: two days after the heated encounter at taehyung’s house, you’ve been actively avoiding him at haneul academy. but kim taehyung has other plans.
when he corners you in the school restroom, the unbearable tension finally breaks. what starts as a charged confrontation quickly spirals into something far more dangerous and consuming.
you can run from him, but resisting proves impossible.
word count: 3.3k
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, oral sex (fem), unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, public/semi-public sex, possessive and obsessive behaviour, stalking/monitoring, dirty talk, degradation, praise, mild dubcon elements, fingering, sexting
a/n: okay so i went a little crazy with this one hahaha it’s wayyyy filthier than part 1, i’m sorry but i’ve been horny. it’s also a lot shorter cause it’s basically all smut. taehyung is a lot more possessive and dark in this one which i love cause i have problems but let me know what you think!
it had been two whole days. two whole days since that last incident at taehyung’s house.
you still saw him everytime you closed your eyes. you still felt him — his face frowning, his lips attached to your neck, his moans sweet in your ears, his hands gripping at your waist, his cock pulsing inside you.
you shook your head. stop.
“you’re doing it again.” your friend said, tilting her head to look at you.
“what?” you asked confused.
“that look, like you’re not here.”
you weren’t.
“you’ve been doing it since you skipped class the other day.”
you held tight to the strap of your bag. “it’s nothing. i just haven’t been sleeping that well.” you lied, which seemed to be enough for her to let the subject go.
you both walked through the gates of hell — better known as haneul academy — making your way toward the huge white building. without thinking, your eyes scanned the courtyard, searching for him before you could stop yourself. for two entire days you had done everything possible to avoid him: changing routes between classes, leaving lectures early, skipping the ones you knew he attended, and turning corners the second you caught sight of him. you couldn’t risk being near him again. you knew yourself too well — you knew exactly what would happen if you were.
“he’s so hot.” your friend interrupted your thoughts.
you turned your head to look at her, then followed the direction of her gaze.
fuck.
a few yards away stood the usual group. jimin was laughing at something one of the guys had said, while jungkook lazily sucked on his cigarette, clearly amused as he watched two others argue. none of them were paying attention — except one. one single dark haired guy in the middle of all that chaos. kim taehyung.
your stomach immediately tightened. he stood slightly apart from the group, leaning against a concrete pillar, arms crossed over his chest. not talking, not laughing, just watching… you.
“should i go ask him for a cigarette?” you looked away first, and back at your friend.
you frowned. “you don’t even smoke.”
she looked at jungkook with awe, completely ignoring your words. you risked a quick glance back at taehyung — just long enough to see he was still staring right at you.
“let’s go.” you hurried, grabbing her arm and stepping away from the courtyard. you could still feel his eyes on your back as you walked away.
—
the lecture felt endless. not because the material was difficult, but because your concentration had abandoned you somewhere around the second slide and never returned. every time the professor called on someone, every time a chair scraped across the floor, every time a phone vibrated somewhere in the room, your attention snapped towards the sound before drifting right back to the same place it had been for the last two days. the laundry room.
by the time you finally raised your hand and asked to leave for the restroom, you felt like you were suffocating.
you stepped into the empty hallway, quiet and peaceful. you let a sigh leave your lips, your eyes flickering before making your way to the ladies’ restroom.
you placed your hands beneath the running water and stared at your reflection in the mirror, letting the cold water run over your fingers as you tried to gather your thoughts.
it lasted less than thirty seconds.
the door opened behind you, something tightening in your stomach before you even looked up. instinct. you met the reflection in the mirror and there he was, standing just inside the doorway. your breath stalled and for a second neither of you moved. then the door clicked shut behind him.
quickly you turned around. “what are you doing here?” you shot at him.
his expression didn’t change, steady and calm, but his eyes had something dark in them. he stayed silent for a moment.
“you’ve been avoiding me.” a murmur.
you blinked. “i haven’t.”
“you’ve switched hallways four times.”
you swallowed dry.
“you left campus through the east gate yesterday even though you live in the opposite direction.”
“how do you even know where i li—“
“you skipped professor han’s lecture.” he paused. “and you left the library twenty minutes after i walked in.” he tilted his head, examining your face.
none of those things should have been information he had.
“have you been following me?” you asked, slightly speechless.
his eyes narrowed slightly. “no.”
you laughed once, a humorless sound. “right.”
“you think i need to follow you?” the arrogance in his voice should have annoyed you, instead it made you nervous.
“then how do you know where i am all the time?”
for the first time, he hesitated, briefly, then he looked away, sighing while running his fingers through his hair.
“i have my ways.” he blinked back at you again.
“you’re a stalker,” you whispered. “i’m leaving.”
you walked straight toward him, trying to slip past and reach the door, but he was faster. his hand shot out, wrapping tightly around your arm and pinning you against the wall. his other hand slammed beside your face with a sharp thud that made you flinch.
“where are you going?” his eyes burned into yours.
“to class. to a place where you’re not." you spat back, trying to maintain a defiance you didn’t feel.
“stop running away.” he gritted his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes. he leaned down, lips hovering just above your ear. you shivered, heat rushing down your spine. “i know you want this,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous. “stop pretending like you don’t.”
“tae—“ you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as his lips brushed against your neck. “what happened shouldn’t have happened.” you forced your eyes open, his face inches from yours. the grip on your arm softened, but his gaze remained locked on you.
“why not?” he breathed, his eyes tracing the line of your jaw, then up to your lips, before returning to your eyes. “didn’t like it?” he licked his lips, a slow, deliberate action that made your stomach clench. “you’re gonna act like you haven’t been thinking about it?” his lips brushed against the skin of your neck, just enough to give you goosebumps. “every minute…” they placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss that elicited a whimper from your throat “…of every day.” you clenched your fists, fighting the desperate urge to reach for him. “bet you’re so fucking wet right now.” he trailed off, his tongue tracing a path from the bottom to the top of your neck, sending tremors through your body. you felt the undeniable heat pooling between your legs, your panties clinging uncomfortably to your skin.
suddenly, his hand moved from your arm to the front pocket of his own slacks. he reached inside, and your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pulled out a small, crumpled piece of fabric. it was your underwear, the lace trim familiar and damning. your face flushed red.
“remember these?” he asked, his voice laced with a wicked amusement. he held them up, the fabric a stark contrast against his skin. “left them at my place the other day. i’ve been keeping them safe.” he brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the scent. “been… using them,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, making you shudder. “every time i think about you.” he looked back at you, his pupils dilated, a primal hunger burning in their depths. he brought the underwear to his lips and pressed a kiss against the fabric, his gaze never leaving yours. “and you,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, “you still smell so fucking good.” he didn’t need to touch you. the mere sight of him holding your intimate garment, the raw confession of his prolonged torment, was enough to make you squirm, your body betraying you with every throb of pleasure.
his eyes darkened even further, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched you squirm against the wall, your heart hammering so hard you could barely breathe.
“i can smell you from right here, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “that sweet little cunt is dripping for me already, isn’t it?” he leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear. “i’ve waited two fucking days to taste you. i’m not waiting anymore.”
your stomach flipped violently, heat flooding your entire body as your pussy clenched hard around nothing. you were soaked, aching, and the way he looked at you made your legs tremble.
before you could respond, taehyung dropped to his knees in front of you. his large hands slid up your thighs, roughly pushing the pleated uniform skirt up to your waist, bunching the fabric around your hips. the cool air hit your drenched panties and you shivered, embarrassment and arousal mixing dangerously inside you.
he stared at the obvious wet patch darkening the lace, eyes hungry.
“fuck… look at you.” he leaned forward and pressed his mouth right against your covered pussy, kissing the soaked fabric hard. a broken whimper tore from your throat as his hot breath and firm lips teased your throbbing clit through the thin material. your knees nearly gave out.
“i knew it,” he groaned against you, the vibration making your clit pulse desperately. “i knew you were this fucking wet.” he dragged his tongue slowly up the length of your slit over the panties, tasting your arousal through the lace. “soaking right through them for me.”
your head fell back against the wall, breath coming in short, shaky gasps. every slow lick made you throb harder, made more slick leak out of you. you were losing your mind, hips twitching forward involuntarily, desperate for more.
he played with you like that for torturous minutes — sucking on the fabric, licking long, firm stripes over your swollen clit, pressing the flat of his tongue hard against you while his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread open for him. every time you tried to roll your hips for more friction, he pulled back just enough to keep you on edge, teasing you mercilessly until you were whimpering pathetically.
“ta-taehyung… please—” you gasped, fingers threading tightly into his dark hair, tugging desperately.
he finally hooked two fingers into the crotch of your ruined panties and yanked them roughly to the side, exposing your glistening, swollen pussy completely.
“such a pretty fucking pussy,” he growled, before diving in.
taehyung buried his face between your thighs with zero hesitation. his thick, hot tongue dragged flat from your dripping hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, lapping up every drop of your slick like a man starved. he moaned loudly into your cunt, the deep sound vibrating through your core and making your eyes roll back.
your mind went blank. the pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much. your thighs shook as he sucked your clit into his hot mouth, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves while two long fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids. you cried out, gripping his hair tighter, barely able to stay standing as he fucked you with his fingers and devoured your pussy at the same time.
he ate you like he was addicted — messy, loud, and completely shameless. wet, obscene slurping and sucking sounds filled the restroom as he licked and sucked, his nose pressed against your mound while his tongue worked relentlessly over your swollen clit. he pulled back for just a second, strings of your arousal connecting his shiny lips to your cunt, before spitting on your clit and diving back in even harder.
“god, you taste so fucking good,” he groaned against your folds, voice muffled and filthy. “better than i imagined. i could eat this pussy for hours.” his fingers pumped faster, curling and scissoring inside your tight, dripping heat while his lips wrapped around your clit again, sucking hard.
you were a complete mess — moaning brokenly, hips grinding against his face, thighs trembling violently around his head. the coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter with every filthy stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers. you could feel yourself dripping down his chin, could hear how wet you were with every loud slurp, and the sheer intensity of it all had you right on the edge, seconds away from falling apart.
your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your whole body seized up, thighs clamping around his head as you came hard on his tongue, waves of blinding pleasure crashing through you. a strangled cry escaped your lips before you could stop it, your pussy pulsing and gushing around his fingers while he kept licking and sucking, dragging out every last second of your release until you were shaking and whimpering.
the bell rang loudly through the hallway, sharp and sudden.
your eyes flew open in panic. “shit— taehyung—” you gasped, still trembling from your orgasm, legs weak.
but he was already moving. he stood up fast, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with hunger. before you could protest, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the nearest stall, slamming the door shut and locking it just as voices started echoing down the hallway.
he pinned you against the cold tiled wall instantly, one hand clamping tightly over your mouth. “shh,” he breathed against your ear, already yanking your panties down your thighs. “you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl and stay quiet.”
you barely had time to process before he freed his hard, throbbing cock and pushed inside you in one deep thrust, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he gripped your thigh firmly, holding you up against the wall as he sank even deeper. your eyes rolled back, a muffled moan vibrating against his palm as he stretched you open. he was so thick, so deep, and you were still fluttering from your orgasm, making everything feel impossibly intense.
“fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned quietly, starting to fuck you hard. his hips snapped against yours with deep, punishing strokes, the wet sound of your pussy taking his cock echoing obscenely in the small stall.
students started pouring into the restroom. chatter, laughter, running water — all of it just inches away from where taehyung was fucking you senseless against the wall.
you struggled, biting down hard on your lip, trying desperately not to moan. but every brutal thrust made it harder. a broken whimper slipped out against his hand. then another.
taehyung smirked, clearly amused. “can’t control yourself on my cock, huh?” he whispered, voice low and teasing as he pounded into you even harder, grinding deep. “so fucking pathetic… moaning while everyone’s right there.”
your eyes watered from the effort of staying quiet. every time his cock dragged against that perfect spot inside you, another muffled whimper or moan escaped. he loved it — you could tell by the way his cock twitched inside you and the dark chuckle against your ear.
he fucked you relentlessly, hips snapping fast and deep, one hand still covering your mouth while the other gripped your thigh, holding you open for him. the risk, the voices outside, the way he was ruining you — it was all too much.
your second orgasm crashed into you without warning. your pussy clenched hard around his cock, spasming and milking him as pleasure ripped through your body. you cried out against his palm, the sound barely contained.
“fuck— that’s it,” taehyung groaned, voice strained. a few more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep, cumming hard inside you with a low, shaky moan. you felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling you up as he rode out his release, hips jerking against yours.
you both stayed pressed together, breathing heavily. the loud bell rang again. slowly, the voices outside started to fade as students left the restroom. taehyung finally pulled his hand from your mouth, but he didn’t pull out. instead, he stayed buried inside you, softening slightly while keeping his cum plugged deep in your cunt.
“taehyung… we have to go,” you whispered shakily, cheeks burning with humiliation and leftover pleasure.
he smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. “not yet.” he slowly pulled out, but before you could even think about reaching for your panties, he pushed two fingers back into your sensitive hole, scooping his cum deeper inside you. “you’re gonna keep every drop of my cum inside this pretty pussy, understand?”
your eyes widened. “what? no— i can’t—”
“you can and you will,” he said firmly, voice low and commanding as he pulled your panties back up, pressing the fabric tight against your leaking cunt. “no cleaning up, no fixing yourself. i want you walking around this school with my cum dripping into your panties, feeling me with every step. so maybe that way you won’t think about running from me again.” he leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “and if you’re good… maybe i’ll fuck you again after classes.”
your face burned with embarrassment, but a fresh wave of arousal twisted in your stomach. you could already feel his warm cum slowly leaking out of you, soaking into the lace as he smoothed your skirt back down.
he unlocked the stall door, checking quickly before pulling you out with him. the hallway was starting to empty again. you walked beside him on shaky legs, hyper-aware of the slick, messy feeling between your thighs with every single step. your cheeks were flushed, heart racing, terrified someone would notice the way you were walking or the faint wet sound you swore you could hear.
taehyung glanced at you with dark satisfaction, a smug little smirk on his lips as he watched you try to act normal.
“good girl,” he murmured under his breath. “now go to class… and don’t you dare let it drip down your legs.”
—
the rest of the day passed in a hazy blur. every step you took made you painfully aware of the mess between your thighs — taehyung’s cum slowly leaking out of you, soaking into your ruined panties with every movement. you kept your thighs pressed together as you sat through lectures, face burning whenever you felt another warm trickle slip out. you didn’t dare go to the bathroom to clean up. his words kept echoing in your head: keep every drop inside you.
when the final bell rang, you found yourself taking the long way through the courtyard and lingering near the gates longer than necessary, eyes subtly scanning the usual spots. but he wasn’t there. not leaning against his usual pillar, not surrounded by the others. the disappointment that settled in your chest annoyed you more than you wanted to admit.
you walked home on unsteady legs, hyper-aware of the mess still trapped against your skin.
the second you stepped into your room and closed the door behind you, your phone buzzed on the desk. an unknown number.
unknown: sorry i disappeared, something came up. been thinking about you the whole fucking day tho
you stared at the screen, heart racing. how the hell did he get your number?
another message followed immediately.
unknown: be a good girl and send me a picture of your panties. show me how soaked they are with my cum. i want to see what a mess i left inside that pretty pussy.
you bit your lip, thighs clenching at his words. even when he wasn’t there, he still had you completely under his control.
your hands trembled slightly as you slipped your skirt up and took the photo, the white lace ruined and soaked with his cum. you sent it before you could overthink it.
his reply came faster than you expected.
unknown: fuck… look at that. such a messy little thing for me. that’s a good girl.
you bit your lip, pulse racing as another text appeared right after.
unknown: be ready for me tomorrow. i’m nowhere near done with you yet.
you let out a shaky breath, thighs pressing together as heat flooded your body all over again.
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