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FILA EXPLORE COLLECTION - NAMJOON

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PTD Performance at the UNGA This look had me.

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FILA EXPLORE COLLECTION - JIN

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namkook x fake love @ ptd online concert 21.10.24

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seat 287

genre: smut || pwp pairing: namjoon x reader word Count: 6.3k rating: 18+ warnings: language, light dom!namjoon, explicit sexual descriptions, choking, fingering, thigh riding, infidelity, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, masturbation, multiple orgasms summary: Forbidden fruits always taste the sweetest… credits: thank you so much @lavienjin for betaing this for me! *PLEASE TAKE NOTE THAT THIS IS ONLY HALF EDITED. I WILL BE EDITING THE REST TOMORROW. I AM UPLOADING THIS SO THAT I CAN MAKE THE DEADLINE*

❂ Fall for Romance 

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia through @bangtansorciere Fall Romance - Sept Quidditch Games Au Type/Trope - Strangers to Lovers Theme - Age Gap & Forbidden Romance Kinks - Spanking | Hair Pulling | Choking | Fingering | Thigh Riding | Masturbation | Overstimulation | Size Kink | Multiple Orgasms

The air was thick, making it hard to breathe and fill your lungs with the oxygen they desperately sought. Your whole body felt as if it were on fire, sweat breaking out over every surface trying to douse the flames licking at your flesh. A heat could be traced to the space between your legs which were spread for the viewing pleasure of the man before you. 

Your half-lidded eyes could barely hold his stern gaze for longer than a few seconds. It would be hard to continue with your lewd display if you did. The thought alone that you had his complete attention makes you shiver, your fingers stuttering momentarily against your clit. Small sparks shooting from the small bundle, fanning the flames scorching your helpless form. 

Perched on your professor’s office desk, spread wide open for him to see your most intimate parts as you touched yourself wasn’t like you. It certainly wasn’t the kind of thing you were into… that is until you met him; Kim Namjoon, your physics professor. 

The expression ‘tall, dark and handsome’ was one you had always found cliche, but when you laid eyes on him in the lecture hall that first day, he appeared to be the embodiment of the words. His gaze, dark and alluring, entrapped you with a simple glance. When he introduced himself, the baritone of his voice struck a chord in the deepest recesses of your mind awakening something primal within you. He was meticulous in everything he did, including the way he could make you fall apart.

“You’re making a mess.” 

His deep voice interrupted your thoughts as his fierce almond-shaped eyes inspected your face. His words mortified you, your knees knocking against each other as you pressed your legs together in humiliation. Scrutinized under his gaze, you cried out in shame, feeling like a scolded child.

What were you thinking, how did you let it get this far? When had you lost hold of your senses and rationale? This was never meant to happen. It started out with you asking him innocently about an assignment, but it somehow ended up with you crushed against a bookshelf with his fingers deep inside your pussy. Once the heat of the moment had passed, you both swore to not speak of it and how it would never happen again. 

What liars. 

Strong hands massaged your knees before pulling them apart while simultaneously drawing a gasp from your lips and ensnaring your attention once more.. His hands slid down the insides of your smooth thighs, that tremble beneath his feather-light touches. 

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Your teeth chewed the corner of your lip nervously, eyes glued to one of the hands resting on your thigh. You concentrated on the warmth that permeated from him, trying to formulate a response . You came up empty-handed, feeling like an idiot before him, a man who always knew what to say.

“Did I unsettle you with my remark?” His thick lips curve into a knowing smile, as he removed his large hands from you. “There’s nothing wrong with a little mess...” He assured  you, the smile growing on his lips. His fingers swiped at something on the desk before bringing them up to your face to reveal  your slickness. “...it can always be cleaned up.” He continued his earlier thought, placing his digits on your lips.  

Meeting his unwavering gaze, you knew what he was asking. No, demanding of you. Without sparing another thought, your lips part to welcome him. You carefully licked his fingers clean, tasting yourself for the first time in your life. It was something that had previously not appealed to you, but when the musky tang assaulted your taste buds you couldn’t withhold the moan it drew out.

In the handful of encounters you shared, he’s taught you how to enjoy so many intimate acts you had previously scorned. Acts that always made you blush or scrunch your face in disgust. But not with him. Everything he said or did turned you on beyond belief. With one look he could have you on your knees as if he were a god and you, his faithful worshipper. 

“Good girl.” His praise sent butterflies fluttering in your chest. “Now please continue.”

Subtly nodding, your fingers returned to their previous position, pressing down on your clit. A small jolt shoots through you as you began rubbing your bud in large circles. A sigh escaping around his fingers still between your lips.

You glanced at him, taking in the way his eyes were drawn to the apex of your thighs; hypnotized by the rotating motions of your own smaller fingers. Feeling just a tad brave, you pressed your tongue against his fingers, instantly drawing his attention back up. 

“Mouth feeling needy as well?” 

Instead of answering, you tilt your head back, withdrawing his fingers before pushing back down and drawing them back in.  A newfound bravery flowing through you, stimulated by your growing arousal clouding your senses as your fingers continued to stimulate your flushed pink pearl. 

His lips twitched into a smile, but he bit his bottom lip to stop himself, drawing your eyes to the action. You felt him retract his fingers, making you whine and bite down gently to keep the digits from leaving.

“So adorable… so pretty… so shameless for me,” he chuckled, admiring your near-nude form. 

He placed his other hand at the curve of your hip immediately, warming the places it touched as it leisurely traveled its way to your breast. The moment his palm molded to the soft mound on your chest, your back arched, seeking to be closer to his touch. Humming, he gave it a gentle squeeze and you nibble on the tips of his fingers still in your mouth in return. A sharp sting shot through your torso as he pinched a pebbled nipple.

Your lips released him, face pinched in pain and pleasure. His saliva-slicked fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. You whimpered as you gazed with pleading eyes. Namjoon leaned closer and you felt your pussy clenching as you caught his familiar cologne

“A dirty little mouth with such pretty, soft lips. Perfect.” Teasingly, he lightly ran his lips against yours, pulling away each time you tried to close the distance. “Perfect for wrapping around my cock.” 

Your eyes pinched shut, a needy whine escaping your throat, fingers rubbing tight circles on your hooded bud. Your breaths became harder to control as you can feel the tightness in the pit of your belly. His words only accelerated your incoming orgasm. You began grinding harder against your hand as your eyes snapped open to look at the embodiment of sex that stood before you. 

As you’re reaching your peak, he slapped your hand away from your core. Wide eyes desperately search his for an answer, your body trembled in the wake of your orgasm being taken from you. Confusion marred your features, skin buzzing with pent-up frustration as his face gave away nothing but self-satisfaction. You felt so desperate at that moment you could feel tears begin to fill your tear line. 

Taking notice, his smirk melted into a soft smile. His hand gently released your chin, and he leaned back into his seat, resting his arms on the rests. And the way he scanned you from head to toe made you shy once again as the haze of lust slowly began to clear. Placing your sheepish gaze on the desk, you quietly slid the sleeve of your shirt that had slipped off, back over your shoulder.

“Come here, little one.” 

You glanced at him with apprehensive eyes. He smiled at you warmly, one hand patting his thigh. He waited patiently as you swallowed the jitters. You take your time sliding off the desk and approaching his lap. Turning to take a seat, his hand on your hips stopped you. 

“Uh uh.” He negated your action, his other hand coming to rest on your hip as well. He turned you back to face him and slid his thigh between your legs. “Take a seat,” he whispered, gentle hands guiding you down onto your new perch. 

You shivered as the cool material of his slacks grazed against your heated core. There was uncertainty sown into your body, feeling dirty as your juices soaked into the material of his pants. Trying not to ruin them, you lifted yourself slightly on trembling legs but the action was short-lived as he pulled you back down harshly.

“Where are you going?” He inquired, nose running along the shell of your ear. 

“Nowhere.” You murmured, a shiver running up your spine. 

“Good girl.” he hummed the praise, placing a kiss behind your ear. “Now move,” he commanded, hands guiding your hips to grind against the muscle you were seated on. “Use me to get yourself off, little one. I want to feel you soak me with your sweet ambrosia.”

His words made you clench and you pushed down against him involuntarily. You moaned quietly, brows pinching in pleasure. Your core was the steel and his strong thigh the flint that grind together to spark a fire deep inside of you once more. A euphoric haze clouded your mind, giving you the feeling of weightlessness. 

Your eyes watched him from beneath your lashes, lids too heavy with pleasure to fully lift. You saw the hunger in him as he clenched his jaw, eyes almost dilated black. The grip on your hips tightened, pushing you harder down against him. Biting your lip, you tried to keep from moaning loudly with each delicious stroke against your clit. The rough material of his pants drenched in your juices created such pleasurable friction, stroking the roaring fire in your belly. 

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, and you knew he could tell by the filthy things he leaned in to whisper in your ear. You clung to each lewd word, core clenching when he would accentuate what he said by tugging your earlobe between his lips.

“I can’t wait to be inside your tight cunt, little one.”

You moaned loudly at those words, memories of your previous trysts heavy on your mind; Remembering how well he stretched your walls, stroking the deepest recesses of your womb. Your hips move faster desperately chasing your end while ignoring the burning exhaustion in your thighs. 

“That’s it.” He moaned, hands gripping your hips tightly and pressing his thigh harder against your womanhood. “Come for me, little one.”

Blinding white light filled your vision, back arching painfully as your orgasm completely took over. You felt momentarily suspended in time as your body thrashed in his hold. When you came back to your senses, his hands were helping you rut  against him, riding out your orgasm. Placing a dainty hand against his shoulder, you pushed, another hand wrapping around one of his wrists as you tried to lift away. 

“Uh uh.” He tightened his grip on you and pulled you down hard. “We’re not finished playing.”

You cried out, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. Hunching over, your hands gripped at his forearms, nails digging in his skin through the fabric. Each time you tried to remove yourself, he pulled your hips down harder.

“Please! I can’t! Please, no more!” You plead hopelessly. Your body couldn’t take much more, your poor, battered clit too sensitive. But he continued, steadfast in his control of your arousal.

“You can take it.” He placed a kiss on your sweat-drenched forehead. “I know you can… you’re a resilient little one.”

You whimpered, shaking your head in denial. Your thighs were shaking hard, painful pleasure shooting from your hooded bud. There was no way you could continue like this, you wanted to cry. Then as if to mock you, the pain began to ebb away and pleasure once more took over. You blinked in disbelief, chest heaving for air. 

It was that moment that a freezing dose of reality washed over you both as the sounds of knocking echo through the now deafeningly silent room. Both freezing in place, your large terrified eyes stared at his composed face; the very slight tremble in his eyes betraying his mask of calm. 

You jumped upon hearing another knock. Panic sets in as you shot away from him, your mind abuzz with how fucked you were. Your trembling hands clutched your shirt close around you, breathing becoming harder when you start to hyperventilate.

Feeling his hands settle on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. “Relax. Breathe.”

Your eyes widen incredulously. “Relax? H-how when we’ve been caught!?” You whispered back harshly. 

“We haven’t been caught yet. But we will be if you don’t get a hold of your emotions.” He stated sternly, his face the picture of calm and collected. “Now, I need you to crawl beneath the desk. Can you do that?”

Trying to gain control of your breaths, you nod, putting your full trust in him.

Returning your nod, he stepped away from you to give you room to squeeze under the desk. Once hidden, you tried to calm your erratic heart; taking deep breaths to help restore calm to your mind. 

“Hello? Professor Kim? Are you in?”

Your heart all but stuttered to a stop as you recognized the voice. Oh fuck. You heard Namjoon walk over and let them in. 

“I’m sorry to bother you.”

“It’s not a bother, young man.” You heard the professor reply, voice growing closer and signaling he was returning to his seat. A few seconds your suspicions are confirmed, as you hear the wheels of his desk chair behind you. Your ears pick up a second pair of steps before the desk, belonging to the male who’d almost caught the forbidden affair. 

Hiding beneath the large desk on all fours, you appreciated how spacious the space beneath was, feeling grateful for not feeling claustrophobic. You covered your mouth, hoping to conceal your ragged breaths as your eyes could just make out the tips of visitor’s shoes from beneath the thin sliver the front panel of the desk allowed. 

You lean away, praying he can’t see your fingers, shuffling them back to keep them from sight.

Feeling you bump into his knees, the older man’s eyes narrowed briefly, completely unnoticed by the younger who stood before him. Leaning back in his seat, his hand falls to rest on his thigh before clearing his throat.

“How may I help you...?” He trails off, hoping the young male supplies the missing information.

“Oh! Jimin. Park Jimin, sir.”

“Professor Kim Namjoon. But you seem to already know that.” Jimin nods confirming his conclusion and Namjoon repeats the question from before now that introductions were out of the way.

The younger man scratches the back of his neck as he shuffles from one foot to the other. Biting his lip he seems to think better of having come before sighing as comes to a decision. Eyes turn back to the professor, lips parting as Jimin asks him if he’d seen you.

“Yes, I have.”

The professor replies, eyes looking at the young male inquisitively. Trying to gauge where his mind was at, he could perceive by his body language how uncomfortable he was.

Perking up, the corners of Jimin's lips pulled up slightly, brown eyes lighting up. 

“Do you know where she is? I haven’t been able to get a hold of her, so I’m a bit worried.”

“Why would I know where she is?” He tossed back, eyes imperceptibly glancing down to take in the sight of you on full display beneath the desk. He notices you shuffling, trying to find a comfortable position and he spreads his legs, allowing you more space before returning his gaze to the male before him.

“I…” Jimin trails off, unsure of why he felt so intimidated by the man before him. He didn’t know how you were able to sit in his class much less visit his office for help. Chewing the inside of his lip, he mentally chides himself for being so unnerved. Deciding to man up, he voices his thoughts. “I just assumed you might know where she went since this is the last place she said she’d be.” 

One of Professor Kim’s hands moves to massage one of your soft globes, giving it a gentle squeeze; a long digit glides between your lips before sinking into your warmth. He feels you squeeze around him, juices leaking when he pulls out before pushing back in slowly, eyes never leaving Jimin’s. 

“I’m assuming she’s your girlfriend? Is that why you’re inquiring about her whereabouts?”

The brunette nods back in reply, soft lips parting to explain further. Namjoon can only give him half of his attention, the other half attending to inserting a second digit within your hot walls. His face never betrays the tightness of his imprisoned cock, chained tightly in place by his dark slacks. Pumping his fingers a few times before retracting them from your core. Sneaking one more glance, he watches your entrance clench around nothing, craving more of his touch. 

He almost feels pity for the poor soul standing before him. Here he was inquiring after you, unaware of how close you were, enjoying the touch of another. The thought makes a swell of selfish pride bloom in his chest, and it takes a lot to keep it from displaying on his face.

Wiping his wet digits against your skin, he rests an elbow on the arm of his seat. He runs his fingers on the skin beneath his nose, simulating being in thought; all the while inhaling the scent of your sweet warmth. His darkened gaze meets the expectant one of your boyfriend, and he takes a moment to swallow the flood of saliva that had overrun his mouth. 

“Mr. Park was it?” He waits for Jimin’s confirmation before continuing. “Mr. Park, I am here to teach youth like yourself, not babysit. If you’ve misplaced your girlfriend, then I suggest you look elsewhere. I have unfinished business to attend to if you don’t mind.” Strong gaze not leaving room for any more conversation. 

The younger man’s gaze lands on the ground before him, feeling like a child who’d been scolded by his parents. A part of him felt frustrated, hating how little Namjoon made him feel. Clenching his jaw—thinking better of causing you any trouble with your professor—he slowly nods, a quiet apology leaving his lips before swiftly making his way out of the room.

Standing from his seat, Namjoon calmly makes his way to lock the door, leaving no room for another interruption. Stuffing one of his hands in his pocket, he contemplates the severity of the situation. The carelessness he’d shown moments before Jimin's intrusion. This was a dangerous game, one he knew better than to have become entangled in. But now that he’d tested the waters he couldn’t help but give in to lustful sin of the flesh and his greed to claim you. 

The sound of something banging against wood breaks him out of his reverie. Remembering you were still in the room, he returns to his desk. A battle raging within him, clarity beginning to settle with every step he came closer to you. This had to end. He would not sacrifice his life’s work for some young pussy. 

He had every intention of voicing his decision until his eyes landed on you. Your small form sitting on your knees, one of your hands clenching your shirt closed at your sternum as the other clutched your skirt and undergarments. Your large eyes make contact with his sharp gaze, holding it as you search for reassurance of your boyfriend’s exit. 

“He’s gone.”

He sees you visibly relax as you release a deep sigh. Standing on shaky legs, apologies nervously tumble from your trembling lips. And he can’t help the way his jaw clenches and his gaze darkens as the younger man’s name escapes your mouth. Shooting out a hand he clutches your wrist, stopping you from attempting to fix your appearance. He can see the question in your sweet gaze, and it makes his balls ache; only fueling the conclusion that he was a depraved man.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I, um should get going, no...? I mean, he’s looking for me.”

“So?”

You seem to become speechless, unable to form a proper response, so he continues.

“You didn’t seem to care when I was knuckle deep, stroking your walls with my fingers.”

“That’s not fair! I couldn’t exactly tell you to stop in front of him.” An indignant look on your pretty face, small hands clenched at your sides. The sudden image of those same small hands wrapped around his thick member raises his heart rate and pumps more blood in the straining bulge in his pants. 

Shaking free of the fantasy, he counters adamantly, “You can lie all you want but that sweet cunt of yours can’t lie to me. It squeezed my fingers so tight, greedily begging for more attention; dripping with every curve of my finger. Did you enjoy that I was touching you, knowing he was here?”

“Don’t.” 

His eyes follow the way you swallow hard.

“Did little miss innocent, wish it were my cock instead? Taking you in front of him?”

His ever-watchful gaze catches your thighs clenching, face flushing in shame and lust, contradicting your whisper of “Please don’t.”

“I did.” His confession cuts through the charged air.

Dark almond-eyes meet your bewildered gaze, unwavering in his declaration. 

“I wanted to fuck you in front of him. Show him the face you make when a real man satisfies your needs. I desired nothing more than for him to see the way you beg for my cock... how that innocent mouth of yours swallows my seed—never spilling a drop.”

He takes a tentative step toward you, observing if you’d take off or not. A useless thing to do, because he knew you wouldn’t. He could tell the moment your grip loosened and dropped your clothing. Your shirt barely covers your torso as it lay open over the valley of your breasts. 

“A boy like him could never fill you the way a man like me could.” He steps in closer, now invading your personal space. Circling you, he brushes your hair off your shoulder and places a light kiss on the smooth skin. Stopping behind you, he buries his nose in your hair getting lost in the scent of your honey shampoo. His arms wrap around your waist, leading you back against him. “I will carve my name into your walls with my cock so that everyone knows I’m the only man able to bring you this much pleasure. Is that what you want?” Slowly, and deliberately with each word he grinds his clothed member against your ass.

You release a single sinful moan, and it's enough for the chain on his self-control to finally snap; gripping your hair tightly, he roughly bends you over his desk. His ears pick up your shocked gasp, but his mind is too far gone to care.

Large hands fondle at the soft globes of your backside, waiting as your breath evens out moments before a loud smack of hand on flesh vibrates through the air. His eyes drink in the way the meat of your cheek jiggles as he repeats the action once more, adoring every whimper that slips from you. Lifting and dropping the weight of his palm on the other cheek, he bites back a growl when finally instead of a cry, a moan rips out of you. 

Spanking your reddened cheek once more, he uses his other hand to unbutton his slacks and finally loosen the zippered prison suffocating his manhood. Untucking his shirt, he pushes his pants down around the top of his thighs, palming himself through the underwear still adorning his hips. Damn, even something this simple was driving his senses crazy, the wet spot growing in size when he grips his member. 

From his peripheral, he catches you turning your head to look back at him. Your eyes immediately focus on the hand trying to relieve himself of some of the pressure that had built up. The way you eat him up with just your gaze, makes his ego swell and his thumbs hook into his briefs; sliding them down to join his trousers, cock springing to smack against his clothed abdomen.

His eyes zero in on your teeth tugging your bottom lip into your mouth, before moving his attention to your weeping core, your juices leaking and landing on the wooden floor of his office. Shifting his gaze back to your perspired face, he wraps one large hand around himself and watches the way you abuse your bottom lip further.

“Hungry for cock, little girl?” He strokes himself, giving himself relief, as the whine that leaves your pouty lips strokes his pride. Once more he strokes himself, not at all embarrassed by the fact that you can see the head of his cock weeping to be inside of you. 

The look in your glassy eyes, and flushed cheeks tells him all he needs to know but he wants more. He needs to hear you say it, needs to hear you beg for him to take you. No matter how enticing you look, standing on the tips of your toes and swaying your core for him, he will withhold until he hears you beg.

Taking a step to close the space between you, he uses his hold on his member to smack your ass. You arch at the heavy weight of his manhood landing on the soft flesh of your cheek and he glides his free hand down your back, pushing your shirt up your back to reveal more of the soft skin beneath. Bending over you, he lands a few open mouth kisses onto the newly revealed flesh. Tongue lapping sensually, before he sucks the skin into his mouth harshly. 

You mewl pushing back against him, pulling a groan from him as you push against his cock, cushioning it between your cheeks. Standing tall once more, he places his hands on either side of your soft ass cheeks. Pushing them together, his hips push forward delighting in the satisfying friction you provided. 

He could feel you try to angle higher, desperately seeking to feel him elsewhere but he would not relent. With a smirk on his lips, he pulled his hips back and pushed forward, slotting himself between your lips, teasingly prodding your hooded bud with the head of his erection. A cry of frustration meets his ears, choosing to ignore it he wiggles his hips against you, rubbing against your heated, moist core. 

“Please...” a watery plea fills the heated air between you. 

Heart skipping a beat, he takes a moment to moisten his lips, hands sliding to caress your hips. “Please what?” His fingers rubbing soothing circles into your flesh, trying to coax the words out of you. “You need to tell me what you want so that I can give it to you.” His voice takes on a comforting tone.

“Please… I need you inside me,” you whisper, hands curling into fists at either side of your head. 

“I can’t hear you, little girl.” Namjoon pulls back slightly to circle your hole with his shaft. “Only those who speak up get what they desire.”

Silence reigns in the large office, as he waits patiently for your answer. He removes himself from you slowly, deciding to change tactics. If he couldn’t persuade you with his touch then he would deny you it completely. 

And it was then you pushed yourself up, turning desperate eyes to search for him. One dainty hand shooting out to grip at the sleeve of his shirt, tugging him closer. “Please! Please don’t!” you frantically beg. “I need you inside me! Professor Kim please fuck me!”

When he blinked, you were bent over the desk, one hand wrapped tightly in your silken strands and cock buried deep inside of you. A wanton moan clawing its way out of your throat, your walls squeezing him so hard as if they were trying to milk him right then and there. Taking a few calming breaths, he clenches his eyes shut trying to regain control over his baser instincts. 

Fuck, you felt amazing around him. He’d had you many times and yet he couldn’t get enough, he was like a starved wolf, you his prey. He knew he would never tire of getting lost within you. And that should’ve been enough to worry him, to get him to stop this illicit affair; this forbidden relationship between teacher and student. But he was not the strong man he thought himself to be. A few heated looks from your large doe eyes, and a couple of lewd words out of that innocent mouth of yours and he’s lost in the pure, unadulterated desire to conquer your pussy. 

“There’s something about a virtuos little mouth saying such filthy things that makes me want to fuck you raw.” He grinds his hips, burrowing himself deeper within you. “Let me remind you who this cunt belongs to.” He growls, pulling back before snapping his hips forward to bury himself inside again, pushing a cry out of you. 

Licking his lips he moans quietly, setting a hard pace. Plunging into you roughly, one hand gripping your hip as the other tugs on your hair. The lewd sounds of your sexes meeting and your arousal gushing out with each plunge spurring his need on. 

As if those weren’t enough, you were babbling in between moans, words almost incoherent stroking his ego and turning him on even more. The sounds you make are almost angelic to his ears, each moan growing in volume with every thrust. 

“Professor please, please, please” You plead uselessly as he pounds into your warmth. Your hands searching blindly for a place to find purchase before uselessly clenching by your head. 

“Please what, little one? What do you want?”

Your next words take him completely by surprise, and he knows once you’ve left you’ll feel mortified for having uttered them.

“Please! Stuff me full of your cum!” 

It takes every inch of self control he has to not empty himself right then and there. Although successful he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Pulling out of you, he pulls you to stand by your hair and turns you around. Hand wrapping around your neck he draws you close to place the lightest kiss on your lips. Hooking an arm around your waist, he effortlessly lifts your small form to sit at the edge of his desk. 

Leaning in, he presses his forehead against yours, centimeters separating your lips. Laying a hand on your pubic bone, he lazily flicks your clit with his thumb. Placing a kiss on your lips, the hand around your throat gently tightens, squeezing a soft moan out of you. 

A small grin curls Namjoon’s lips as he rubs them against yours. “You want me to stuff this little cunt?” 

The way you dreamily nod your affirmation, large eyes glazed over in arousal, has him press harder down on your bud. Your lips part in a silent cry as the grasp on your throat impedes anything more. 

He aligns himself at your entrance, but doesn’t push in. Instead he rubs tight circles against your bundle of nerves harder, gaze shifting to the pool of arousal on his desk. Swallowing the influx of saliva, he returns his gaze to you. 

“Are you sure, little one?”

“Yes, please.“ Your eyes meet as you give him verbal confirmation.

Not another word is exchanged, as he embeds himself to the hilt within your welcoming walls. He picks his rough pace up once more, spearing into your womb with desperation. All the while, his face maintained it’s cool facade. 

Relieving your clit of his rough touch, he lifts his hand and shoves it into your hair. Wrapping your strands tightly around his fingers, and pressing the digits of his opposing hand down on your pulse he crashes your mouth on his. Tongue shoving its way into your mouth to play and press against your own, teeth clicking as they crashed against one another. 

He growls into the sloppy kiss as he feels your walls begin to stutter around him. Breaking the kiss, he releases his grasp on your hair and guides you onto your back with the grasp he has on your throat. His other hand returns to its previous location on your pelvis, immediately setting about abusing your bundle of nerves. 

His dark eyes feast on your small form, spread open for him, taking in how your cunt sheathes him over and over. Your back arching off the wooden surface as your shoulders are pinned down by his hold on you. He can feel himself drawing closer with each shallow gasp, and cry  that escapes you. His balls tightening as he spears into you faster, he pressed his thumb furiously against your clit wanting you to cream around his hard cock, your walls milking him for what you desired most. 

“Cum for me, little one. Drench me in your sweet nectar,” he growls, perspiration dropping from his chin and landing on your abdomen. Thumb swiping roughly over your clit, pushing you over the edge as you tighten around him. “That’s right, let go. Milk me dry, you greedy little girl.” His hand releases your throat as your walls expand around him hands gripping your hips so tight he would later worry if he’d left marks, as he thrusts twice before sheathing himself fully into your hot cunt, and all sound ceases to exist the moment he reaches his peak; cock twitching as he spills his seed deep within you, a guttural groan leaving his lips. Aftershocks shoot up his spine like a tree branching out pleasure to every corner of his body.

He flinches, feeling the lightest touch of your fingers trace of his sweat-covered cheek. His senses slowly return to him, as his eyes flutter open to take in your angelic form. Face dewy with perspiration, large eyes roaming over his face and a gentle smile on your soft lips. 

The final sense to return is sound when he hears you whisper his name warmly. It makes his heart skip a beat, as he places his palms on either side of your waist, leaning his weight forward to catch his breath. His eyes roam over you, checking to make sure you’re alright. He sees the beginning of bruises around your hips and brushes his fingers soothingly over them. His eyes slide up to your neck, and he thanks his lucky stars there were none around your neck. 

Done with his assessment, he begins to shuffle back, a shiver runs up his back as his softened member slips out of your warm entrance. He pulls his briefs and slacks up, quickly tucking his shirt in before zipping and buttoning himself into his previously composed state. 

Brushing a hand through his hair, he leans down and picks up your discarded clothing. He gently helps you redress as you sit up on the edge of the desk. Placing soft kisses along your neck and forehead, quiet praises spilling from his lips as he tries to ensure you’re alright. He had not meant for things to go as far as they had, but the sight of your boyfriend had hit a nerve. He’d known about your relationship, long before your first encounter but it was easy to forget about someone he’d never spoken a single word to before, nevermind never interacted with. 

“Are you hurting anywhere?” He asks, seeking reassurance from you. His eyes could only take so much into account. 

“I’m fine. I promise.” Your words dispelling his worries, as you cup his cheek comfortingly. 

He nods, turning to place a kiss in your warm palm before pulling away; allowing you room to slip off the wooden surface. He watches you straighten your clothing, and run your fingers through your tangled strands, trying to make yourself look presentable. 

He hears you clear your throat, as you walk over to pick your bag up. You turn to look at him, and he can read your suddenly awkward body language, something he’s grown used to after each of your visits. Biting your lip, you clear your throat again. “I’ll be going now. I’ve got to catch up with…”

His jaw clenched at the reminder of your boyfriend, and he wonders if his face reveals his annoyance as you trail off mid sentence. Lifting his chin proudly, a scowl in his dark eyes as he looks down at you shifting uncomfortably. 

“You're still stuffed full of my cum, correct?” 

You nod, fingers fiddled with the edge of your skirt as you stared at the ground. 

“Good. I want you to keep it all inside of you while you’re with him.”

Your wide eyes shoot up to his own in incredulity. He sees your lips part and cuts you off before you can say a single word.

“I’ll be seeing you, for your next tutoring session.” He turns, walking behind his desk and reorganizing the mess on the it’s wooden surface. “You may leave now.” He looks up at your bewildered form, while he stacks a few of the books that had fallen on the ground.

His eyes follow your every move as you nod slowly, and carefully make your way to the entrance of his office. Unlocking the door, you swing it open and turn back to glance at him.

“Professor.”

“Seat 287.”

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[jmin]

shy cutie.

[kimtaegis]

what to feel, how to act

[bangguks]

Happy Birthday Worldwide Handsome Kim Seokjin!

✨ Nothing but a joyful and healthy life for the ambassador of happiness ♡ 921204

[suga-kookiemonster]

summary⇢ what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way. pairing⇢ jungkook/reader word count⇢ 97.1k  rating⇢ 18+

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↳bonus: hoe chronicles 🤪💦

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[knjsnoona]

If ya’ll haven’t read this, oh booooooy you gotta!

I read this a while back and couldn’t find the writer again and omg! One of my moots was interacting and I found them again! I’m so happy because I’m excited to re-read this!!!

This fic is so fun to read! There’s tension, both sexual and non sexual~ Fantastic comedy that isn’t cringe at all, like it flows perfectly and is pure hilarity! The spicy parts are just *chef’s kiss*! The writing is top tier and light hearted! I just can’t rave enough! Please check the Ego series out!!!! You will not regert!!!

[kookingtae]

Always the Bridesmaid (m)

→ pairing: writer taehyung x reader (ft. seokjin)

→ genre: enemies to lovers, smut, angst, fluff, holiday/christmas

→ word count: 34.1k (im so sorry i dont do one shots lmao)

→ scenario: When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

→ warnings: unrequited love (reader has feelings for her boss), tae is a cynic who hates marriage and christmas but isn’t afraid to call oc out on her bullshit, angry sex kinda?, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of cheating (in the past), tae kinda uses the reader a lil bit, happy ending tho so !!

→ a/n: this is part of a winter wedding season, collab two of christmas in july hosted by @kookdiaries, @kithtaehyung, and @xiaokoo and based off of the movie 27 Dresses. i was beyond excited when i saw this movie on the collab list! as a hopeless romantic, 27 dresses was a childhood favorite of mine and one i could watch over and over again. bc i love the movie so much, i had a hard time separating it from my own work and deciding if i should switch things up or not mess with this classic masterpiece of a plot lol. so i ended up doing a little bit of both! if youve seen the movie (and remember it as well as i do lmao) some beginning scenes may be the same in order to establish the plot and whatnot, but as the story continues i definitely tweak some things and make it my own :“) regardless, i hope you enjoy this christmas themed romcom!

→ another a/n bc i talk too much: HOLY SHIT ITS FINALLY HERE!!! writing this has been the biggest challenge for myself as a writer, though i definitely dont regret it bc i met some amazing people and found out i can write 34k in two months?? omg??? tho im worried it feels rushed and i havent had time to edit it, so pls excuse literally everything in this fic sdfjkd a HUGE thank you to @mercurygguk for letting me scream endlessly to you, im so happy we became friends and i wouldnt have been able to push through this without you!! <3

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[knjsnoona]

Oh. mein. gott! Where do I even begin!? This is absolutely amazing! I loved this so damn much, I legit will be re-reading this. I loved 27 Dresses when I was younger~ It was such a sweet movie and it was definitely a bit different in the rom com genre. So reading this fic that was based off of it made me so happy. But don’t be fooled this is also definitely it’s own story. I felt so many emotions reading this. AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE STEAMY SCENES!!! I made the horrible mistake of reading this at work on my down time.... Let’s just say I was very uncomfortable the rest of my shift. But it was so worth it! This is absolutely prime writing!! I’m so grateful to have been able to read this and so grateful Jordan wrote this!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS!

[taegularities]

changes in between | jjk (m)

Summary: “Does that mean that I can kiss you now?”

Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

pairing: Jungkook x reader (+ some Taehyung x reader)

rating: 18+

genre: roommate au, s2f2l; some crack, fluff, angst, smut

warnings: pining, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, fear of the dark; explicit sexual content: multiple smutty scenes (one’s milder and with tae), slight exhibitionism lol you’ll see, soft dom!jk, big dick!jk, fingering, oral (f. & m receiving), handjob on the side, breast play, jungkook sucks some tiddies, some masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), voice kink lol, some finger sucking, praising, biting, soft manhandling, soft sex and rough sex, cockwarming at the end?, some aftercare; jealous jk :( … jealous tae :(, jk calls oc a flower <3

word count: 24.7k (sorry, please do still read lmao)

a/n: hi, there !! credit to nicole who gave me this whole prompt and made the banner, too !! this trope is smth entirely new to me and i’m shaking in my boots here - so please let me know what you guys think !!

betas: @voiceswithoutlips​​​​ @missgeniality​​​​ & @hobiandsprite​​​​, thank you for your suggestions, endless help and for always letting me yell and whine in the dms :’) i love you guys to bits x

uploaded to AO3, too (for those who prefer pdfs or mobile readings!)

➳ listen to the CIB playlist for the full experience!

MASTERLIST | WIPs

His eyes keep closing.

You know sleep is washing over him slowly, but all you can do is watch him intently - because even after numerous pleas and annoyed shakes of your head, he is still standing here, back leaning against the wall and wobbly legs carrying him god knows how.

You know that you would’ve definitely given in to the tiredness and weakness by now, understanding exactly that you become a victim to gravity anytime you drink too much. And from what you can tell, he is entirely wasted.

“Jungkook, honestly…”

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[knjsnoona]

This one shot is so goood! But it both made my heart soar and break! I just can’t help it! Kookie was so cute and so chill. I loved how domestic it was to have him as a roommate. But then there was Tae who was the perfect, heart melting boyfriend. I will always be heart broken over him~ But it’s okay mc got Kookie, I’ll take Tae lol Please read this and anything else by rid!! Such a talented writer!!!!

[dark-muse-iris]

Call Me Mistress Masterpost

Series Summary: A collection of stories recounting the titillating work of the domme known only as the Mistress.

Genre: Smut, Angst (some fluff in a few stories) 

POV: 2nd Person (from the Mistress’ perspective)

Warning: Sub!BTS, Domme!OC, sex work, BDSM, femdom, sexual themes, profanity (additional warnings in each story)

[Read on AO3]

“Main Line” of Stories (by order of the CMM Timeline):

Prologue | OC | sex work mentions | [Read on AO3]

River (M) | Sub!Namjoon | petplay, foot fetishism, cumplay, praise kink | [Read on AO3]

The Mistress spends an evening with “River,” a young stockbroker who serves as her obedient pet. 

Ramen (M) | Parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | Sub!Jungkook | spanking, public humiliation, nipple play, masturbation, teasing, edging, overstimulation, sex toys | [Read on AO3]

A long-term client hires the Mistress to help celebrate his best friend’s birthday. 

Firetruck (M) | Sub!Seokjin | mommy kink, ageplay, roleplay, spanking | [Read on AO3]

The Mistress celebrates Christmas with Firetruck, a neurosurgeon who longs for a maternal touch.

Interlude (M) | OC backstory, feat. Sunggyu (INFINITE) | triggering content | [Read on AO3]

The Mistress visits a women’s health clinic and relives a dark period from her past. 

Pinwheel (M) | Sub!Jimin | oral sex (face-riding), sex toys, bondage, anal play, praise kink, pegging, multiple orgasms, spanking, creampie | [Read on AO3]

The Mistress reunites with a long-term client after not seeing him for months. 

Bamboo (M) | Sub!Taehyung | exhibitionism, transvestic fetishism, degradation (verbal and physical), excessive slapping, spitting, masturbation | [Read on AO3]

The Mistress offers her services to an affluent client seeking a sharp tongue and merciless hand.

Onyx (M) | Parts: 01 | 02 | Sub!Yoongi | light torture, slapping, nipple clamps, bondage (handcuffs), orgasm denial, overstimulation, sadism, revenge | [Read on AO3]

After six months of waiting, the Mistress reunites with the man who changed everything.

Stoplight (M) | Sub!Hoseok | impact play, flogging, shibari, blood, body worship, role reversal, Transference!AU crossover | [Read on AO3]

A trusted friend calls upon the Mistress to alleviate his heartache.

[knjsnoona]

For anyone needing to satisfy an itch for submissive BTS look no further than the Mistress Series! It is absolute perfection! Chef’s Kiss! You can read each one as a stand alone or read them all in the order they’ve been posted. MC is the same one through out each one shot, and there are some recurrent themes, or characters. But you can read them on their own and not be lost. Honestly an amazing series!

[taegularities]

definition of love | kth (m)

Summary: “Burn yourself into my memory until I can’t escape you.”

When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there’s much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: college!au, romance, e2f2l, angst, a lot of fluff, smut

warnings: past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, kissing/making out, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), vaginal fingering, kinda handjob, breast play, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill - use protection, people), vaginal sex, sexual tension, ass grabbing, lots of flirting, pining, light swearing, taehyung is a book nerd!!

word count: 10.5k

a/n: HELLO! this fic is part of the “Golden Gift Event” (hosted by @btsgoldnetwork​) - and is a gift for my lovely valentine @sunkissedjk​​! HAPPY LOVE DAY! you were so sweet all the time we “talked” and i’m kinda happy you gave me so much freedom :’D and i hope you like the end product! also, a huge thank you to my awesome beta readers @taetaesbaebaepsae​​, @unoriginal-username15432​​ & @voiceswithoutlips​​ (who also made this BEAUTIFUL banner for me, i loooove you!!!) - oh and: i listened to “Sea” on repeat while writing this - spot the reference ;) - OKAY, THEN LET’S DIVE IN!

MASTERLIST | WIPS

You wondered where all your impressive motivation that you’d harboured had suddenly vanished, leaving nothing in its wake but the lingering feelings of sorrow.

It felt like a pressing eternity since you’d been able to focus on one thing for longer than two endless minutes. All you were yearning for was your warm bed, for hiding yourself under your comforting sheets, your shelter that felt miles away as you sat on your seat.

You were looking out the window, zoned out as always, as you gazed into the grey sky, the approaching rain clearly evident in the way the world growled outside. Last night had tired you; after a recurring fight between your mother and you, you had decided to grab the still full box of chocolate ice cream that you’d bought a day before and withdraw to your room. It was exhausting. You always visited for one weekend a month and each time made you regret it, not long after your arrival.

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[knjsnoona]

Absolutely loved reading this! Such a sweet story, that just makes it so easy to fall for Tae’s caring and understanding nature. Love their dynamic, how mc fell for him. I also loved MC’s realistic struggles, because it’s nice to be able to read something where their life isn’t all perfect. This is so worth a read and then like ten more reads!!!

[junqkook]

— NOT QUITE LOVERS (m.)

pairing; jungkook/reader genre; ceo au, fwb au, smut rating; explicit words; 15,330

— synopsis; hiring jeon jungkook as your personal assistant happens to have more than one perk.

contents; ceo!reader, assistant!jungkook, employer/employee relationship, (sort of) switch!jungkook, dom!reader (kind of?), public sex (in the office and a closet), oral (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe!), creampie, clothed sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, multiple smut scenes, teasing, jealousy, possessiveness, angry sex.

You shifted through your paperwork, your head already pounding. You’d forgotten to take some painkillers earlier when you had felt the throb start gradually on one temple—now you were regretting it immensely, since your entire head felt like a heartbeat in and of itself.

A hand came out in front of your face and you followed the arm up until you were looking at your assistant, Jeon Jungkook. You blinked owlishly at him, wondering when the hell he’d even slipped into your office.

“I saw you pinching your nose through the window. You only do that when you have a headache,” he said in lieu of a greeting, looking pointedly down at his palm. You looked down as well and saw two painkillers in his grip, held out to you as an offering.

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[knjsnoona]

See this shit right here? This had me all over the place. One moment I’m like how sweet, then I’m like oh fuck yeah give it to me, the next I was like okay bitch.... now you trying to play games, and not the fun kind! Had me really frustrated and tilted for a minute lol! If you would like to go through this wonderful rollercoaster, I recommend you read this amazingly well written piece right here~!

[kookdiaries-deactivated20230901]

oh brother... (m)

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

→ Summary: Things are bound to get messy when you fuck your brother’s best friend repeatedly. Better not get caught, for both of your sakes.

→ Genres: Smut

→ AU: Brother’s best friend | college/uni

→ Word Count: 1.5k

→ Rating: 18+

→ Warnings: Explicit and unprotected sex | dirty bathroom quickie | handjob | fingering | strong language | nothing too major!

→ Other: A lil something that came to me while stuck on a scene for another fic!

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[knjsnoona]

This is really nice light read, that immediately draws you in and has you hooked. You can feel all the tension and excitement from biting into the forbidden fruit that is Jungkook~ Highly recommend you guys check this one out. Too daaaaamn good.

[kookdiaries-deactivated20230901]

what friends are for (m)

→ Pairing: Namjoon x Female Reader

→ Summary: Your best friend Joon tells you something pretty shocking, which you decide to help him out with. After all, that’s what friends are for… Right?

→ Genres: Smut 

→ AU: Best friends | Friends to Lovers 

→ Word Count: 3.1k

→ Rating: Explicit | Mature | 18+

→ Warnings: Explicit & unprotected sex (this is purely fiction, pls remember to protect your coochies babes!!) | oral sex (male & female receiving) | handjob | doggy | language | creampie | jealousy | teasing | slightly dominant! joon | riding | breast play | nipple play | dirty talk | fingering | rough sex | deep dicking | hair pulling | begging | cum swallowing | deep throating

→ Other: This is a repost/edited version of my previous fic titled the same thing!

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[knjsnoona]

Holy shit.

This is amazing! Just the right amount of build up and exposition and straight to the point! Descriptions had me squirming in my seat! Fantastic one shot! Especially when looking for quickie read~ Definitely worth the read!!! Get your fill of Namjoon here!

[avveh-deactivated20230809]

War Lords: The Beginning

Description: Sometimes, we all need to let a little loose on the control we have in our lives.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: Smut (18+)

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: Dubious consent, heavy D/S themes, references to crime and murder, dark themes, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral sex, degrading names, breathplay, cumplay, spanking

Index: The Beginning, Conflicted, Ultimatum

A/N: I’m back, bitches. And what better way to come back than with the long-awaited arrival of the first installment of War Lords. Enjoy, my pretties. ;)

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[knjsnoona]

You ever wanted to be Namjoon and Hoseok pet? Look no further than this incredible trilogy by Avveh! Another beautiful mind of filth that will have you twitching as you read. This three part series has it all—drama, secrets, scandals, sex, betrayals and MORE! Please do yourself a favor and be sure to give this a read!

[dark-muse-iris]

Transference (M) – Chapter 01

cr. [X]

Summary: Prolonged periods of work-related stress bring you to a crossroads in your life that leaves you prone to make impulsive decisions. During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card belonging to a “tantric therapist” and take a risk. When you discover your therapist is an attractive young man with a penchant for shibari, you throw caution to the wind as he helps guide you to self-recovery.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut, angst

Word Count: 79,614 (for entire series)

Warnings: Therapist!Hoseok, Shibari!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, BDSM, dom/sub relationship, sexual themes, bondage (shibari), slow burn, massage, therapy mentions, profanity

A/N: This work is a byproduct of about 6 months of insomnia and 60-hour work weeks, which resulted in a series of recurring dreams about Jung Hoseok which were…*fans self*

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | Epilogue

Excerpt:

“Are you surprised?” he asked with a wide grin. “Am I what you expected?”

Frankly, you didn’t know what you expected. Maybe an older woman with wild hair and a long chevron skirt would have been closer to the tantric therapist you were imagining. This man was clearly under thirty, yet he was confident in how he carried himself. No early-20’s-something could pull off this level of surety in himself, you were certain. You could feel the apprehension building as you tried to calculate whether he was younger than you, and by how much. His skin shown like the sun, evident of years of meticulous self-care—or maybe he really was that young and this was just some scam to make a quick dollar. Nevertheless, the dark pools of his eyes knew experience…

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[knjsnoona]

If you want quality and I DO MEAN QUALITY fan made literature look no further! This was the fic that started it all! This was how I met the beautiful mind that is Iris! This fic was incredible and still is to this day! If haven’t read this, you are doing yourself a disservice. You will feel frustration, tension, release and stress all while reading this incredible fic starring the beautiful Jung Hoseok.

It is also incredibly interesting as it features shibari, a form of Japanese rope bondage. It’s a pretty good at painting the image for you and explaining some of the do’s and don’t’s. Think of it as a demo of sorts of something you may or may not find yourself interested in.

Regardless you check this fic out! And honestly everything else Iris has created! Just beautiful Masterpieces!

[btssmutgalore-deactivated202308]

FORBIDDEN || request

Hoseok is your brother’s best friend.

word count: 6.1k genre: smut

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[knjsnoona]

This was the first fic I ever read by the incredible btssmutgalore and it had me immediately hooked! Hobi had me so oooooof in this fic, so worth reading!!! Anything written by btssmutgalore is always worth a read! They’re writing is so incredible and engaging. You can’t help but get sucked into the worlds they create! Definitely check this fic out for sure~!