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[mochilatae-deactivated20231110]

AHEM U DID THIS TO ME

But professor Jin punishing? What would that look like?

Word Count: 3.4k (ish)

Warnings: Dubious con, Mild forced, rough-ish oral/deep throat, orgasm (his and hers), blackmail-ish, unethical stuff, unprotected sex(no condom), creampie (AGAIN,YEP), Punishment, Dirty talk.

Author's note: Hi. Another ask that went off the mf-ing rails. Sorry, not sorry. Please suspend the absolute unethical nature of this premise. My sweet friend @purplehearts1996 asked for punishment from Prof. Jin and she gets what she asks for.

As usual: ignore typos. I cannot find them all. It's whack-a-mole, people.

@bonvoyagenoona @purgatorywriter @shesoldbutcute@1995soulm8ts @skyys-universe @magicshopsgate

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Oh boy. You'd done it now. Denial would insist you claim you didn't know it...but you did, when you entered the office and the uneven energy there.

Common sense told you it wasn't possible to sense those kinds of things but even the air inside the place felt different---a few degrees cooler when that door shut.

At the end of the short hall reality greeted you: Jin, standing with profile visible. Face drawn into a stern kind of concentration--eyes staring out across campus from his office window. Unmoving--almost like a Greek status. And even more perfect.

Impossibly triangular on top, stock still. Even his dress shirt barely held on, material stretched tight. Like your nerves as you approached the empty chair on the other side of the desk. Situated a touch lower, you realized when you sank in a moment later and the seat sighed in misery.

Not that his simply worded email hinted any malice or anything approaching the energy you'd just walked into.

He took his time, watching something as you watched his jaw with the clean, sharp line, and the muscle underneath twitch rhythmically. One dress shoe toe tapped away on the faded,clean wood floor.

Nothing but time and a few visible dusk specs drifted between your still forms. Finally you coughed and Jin's side eye captured you in peripherals. As if you hadn't been, the whole time, from the moment you passed the threshhold of that door.

"I didn't tell you to sit." He finally managed, delivered with perfect neutrality. Cool as a fall breeze and completely devoid of any emotion. So why did you go hot at the sound?

"Sorry Mr Kim.." You started to stand. A stomp shook the cup of pens on the desk corner nearest to this form bulking up space in front of your eyes. Scented fingers of his cologne teased your nose and tickled your brain as you sank back,chair groaning.

"Better.." He continued, then turned to face you. It was almost enough to ask yourself: would it be worse if he'd made you stare at his back the whole time? Especially if he brought you here to lecture?

You barely nodded, afraid to do more than blink. Now the email's undertones you'd tried to bury were all bubbling up. It was quick math as you contemplated how nerve was left, and if it would get you to the door.

A paper met the desk as he laid it there with a sigh--soft and airy--then tapped an impossibly long pointer finger dead center. The paper slid across, stopping just in reach.

"Look this over. ..Yours?"

You didn't need to look to know but of course you did. Your cheeks almost glowed red as you leaned for a cursory glance. Yes--that was your paper. Spotless of any notes or marks. A fresh version printed for this moment. Your own red marked copy tucked into the depths of your messenger bag, a world away at the dorm. You guessed wrong thinking you'd never see it again.

"Yes." Your reply carried a finality and calmness. Seokjin stare nearly pushed you back into your chair. His lips flexed in a pale smile.

"Explain then. I'm doing you a favor and not embarassing you like I could have done in class." You blinked at his statement.

Nothing remarkable came to mind until he filled in the cavernous silence taking up the next few seconds. "You weren't prepared to do the work you shouldn't bother turning in a paper, Miss Y/n."

"Sir?"

Jin's jaw tightened again as another bulge passed through. The floor squeaked in a board as his weight went there when he moved for the desk corner.

"It's Professor."

"Professor.." Your head dropped. "I'm sorry."

"Did you think I'm a fool? I'm a new teacher. Been at this job less than a year but I'm not that new. Explain yourself."

"I.." You began, hands spread and palms laid flat on your naked knees. Today you'd chosen the pleated skirt--typical schoolgirl plaid--and the blouse. Your best friend scolded you how cliche it looked but...it was such a nice day.

It also didn't escape your attention that Jin's eyes were lingering there, on the naked rounds under your palms. You curled fingers along the smooth skin above your shins.

"I don't know.. I'm a good student." You offered. Silence. You continued. "I guess I didn't check my sources." Which was absolutely the full truth.

This earned a scoff. Jin's impressively round ass leaned into the desk edge closer to you as he unbuttoned the shirt cuffs. Openly staring, he rolled both sleeves to each elbow. A few fingers stroked the tie, then fondled below the neatest knot you've ever seen.

"A good student? You don't sound sure. And after this paper I'm not either. I'm very disappointed."

The word hurts, coming from his lips. You tried to reason it away: He's a new teacher with a lot to prove. That's why he's being so hard on me.

Then why did the flirtier girls and the jag-offs in the back row get to skate on papers they clearly gave less than no-fucks over? Ones they bragged loudly about doing at the last minute, without even knowing the topic, earning their high marks without a quarter of the red ink you'd seen?

Before you could stop yourself a frown came. This unfair focus didn't make sense. You got lazy and that wasn't your usual style. If he'd been here long enough a peek at your student record would clear up this presumption.

You finally found enough nerve to meet those brown eyes that were fixed on your face. "I didn't double check. Not a crime, Sir."

Jin came off the desk now and strode behind you in burst of something akin to anger--raw and growling as he swooped passed. Bringing with him a smothering cologne haze. You tried to turn your head and follow, but a warning bark trained your eyes ahead.

The chair listed forward with you in it. His fists grasped and fingertips brushed your shoulders. He seemed to settle after a moment, letting a thick selection of your hair slide through two fingers.

The locks fell onto your shoulder as Jin tutted. "It's absolutely a crime, as far as I'm concerned."

"You sound like that other professor..."

"Who?" He barely hummed, breath close to your cheek. His tie fell over your shoulder and you didn't move, fingers wrapped on the chair arms with palms wet.

"What's his name. In the history department."

"I don't know every Professor here, Miss Y/n." A chuckle teased your nerves. And your core, with a clench. "Tell. Me."

"Professor Namjoon. Kim Namjoon."

"Ah." It's clear Jin neither recognized nor cared. He and Namjoon don't look that far apart in age and Namjoon's strict standards felt right up his alley.

"This isn't about me. This is about you. You're diverting from the fact that you plagarized. Did you want an F? I'm happy to give it to you."

"No, of course not." You burst out, neck damp when Jin's next laugh rolled across the nape. He took a moment to comb hair away there. You held you breath, desperate to ignore the kiss pressed there a moment later.

"I know I haven't established myself yet, even if some students take me as a fool. I'm very much not one."

"I wasn't saying--"

"Then explain." He interrupted,more displeased with a line creasing his perfectly smooth forehead. He still looked too good. Too handsome. Too distracting to your suddenly aching core.

"I told you." You sputtered. "I didn't check. I just...got lazy. I'm sorry. You can't fail me for that."

Jin's perfect brow arched. "Doesn't sound like a good answer. What are you willing to do to make this right?"

"Rewrite the paper?" You ventured, confused when his face fell and he leaned upright, then stood still behind. You didn't look back to verify he hadn't moved. A minute passed, then a minute more.

"You could.." He finally murmured, pondering.

"I'd need a few days.." You added, exhaling in relief. He seemed keen on the idea. You didn't exactly like it, but whatever kept your B average safe. For now. The rest of the term wouldn't be easy, if this paper was any indication.

"If that's all.." You said, then prepared to stand. Fingers laid over your shoulders and pushed down, gently. With enough pressure to say you'd be better off sitting.

"I'm not satisfied with that." He began again, tone more terse. A few notches above perturbed. The air cooled a little more and your nipples tightened under the silk of the blouse. Biting your lip, all you waited.

"..You did it once, you'll do it again. I can't have that. Who knows what you've done in your other classes. With the professors before me."

"Professor...I--"

"Stand up." Now the pressure retreated and you stood as instructed. Jin clearly behind you as the chair rolled away, into a small chaise lounger nearby. You watched without moving your head, the solid thump earning a wince.

"You're going to make me forget what I saw. Easy enough to do."

"Or.." Your head tilted. You didn't mean to be so bold but it was already out. Maybe it was the shock of his audacity. From day one he carried a confidence with him that never seemed to dim a bit.

"Or..Fail my course and spend the next term licking your wounds. If your GPA recovers enough we'll see how it does when the dean of Student Affairs discovers a break in the student conduct code. Last time I checked plagarism was grounds for expulsion."

He was right and your gut went ice cold. Weighted with a massive ball of pressure so unpleasant you could only stare as Jin's tall form strode into view. He leaned against the desk again, fingers playing with the buckle of his belt. Disbelief swirling you watched as he opened the ends and tugged the length out from the loops.

"Can you deep throat, Y/n?"

The pointed nature of his question alone was like a slap in the face. Your mouth hung open, then you nodded. Mostly true: your gag reflex wasn't really there unless a vigorous cock got a little wild now and then. But..that wasn't relevant now--as far as YOU were concerned.

He wanted to talk about breaking the student code of conduct, this would pale a little mistaken plagarism.

"You can't be serious.." You blinked again, eyes going wider when he beckoned you close. Even though he wasn't smiling and silence ensued, you stepped closer against better judgement.

"Hands behind your back." He instructed, quietly. The velvet caress of his breath over your lips as he loomed over you made you weak. Your thighs shook but you moved hands to the small of your back, one wrist over laying the other. Jin's arm circled, looping the leather around your skin. It was done in seconds.

Jin moved away then and circled you, feeling a few pleats on your skirt as you twisted vaguely to watch him. He didn't make a sound, eyes openly devouring your ass as he lifted enough to expose both cheeks. And drink in the panty lines of satiny lace cleaving both globes.

A long groan passed his lips and he licked them until the shone. "Very lovely. Are you a virgin, then?"

"If I can deep throat I don't think I'm a virgin, Professor." You retorted. It earned a sharp slap on one cheek, the sting of which took your breath away. Fingers wound your hair away from your shoulders into a vice grip. His fist was layered with a good amount of your hair and he pulled until your chin pointed at the ceiling.

"Smart ass and a lazy little plagarist? I'm being reasonable and you make a joke? Very well then. You're going to give me that throat and this pussy. If it's good I'll see clear to let you re-do your paper. And if it's acceptable you'll receive a C. Should be enough to keep your average intact."

A C? For redoing a paper you knew took quite a while to do? It was enough to make you whine. He tugged again and your shrill whimper came with a nod. Jin was not in the mood to negotiate.

Your cheek met the desk top as he pushed your profile into it. The scent of ink and leather met your nose when you shifted. Your skirt rode up as he pushed a free hand. It was pure fear when he exposed your entire backside and the simply sexy panties you'd chosen.

But if you were honest you'd had fantasies enough of wearing this skirt and these very panties since you'd had a dream about sitting front row and teasing Jin by slowly uncrossing your legs at the driest points in his lecture, when he seemed the most prideful.

Now the chance was here but the moment wasn't so in your control. And it was...even better. Your core was hot and already swollen with slick. The panties snapped over your ass on both sides as Jin guided a finger underneath, pulling away.

"Wet little thing already." He noted, openly. A growl feathered the space between your cheeks, through the satin. "I'll ask again. Are you a virgin?"

"No." You answered this time, gasping out. And even if you were you decided you suddenly needed Jin plunged inside to end the horrifying ache that gnawed from your opening to your belly button.

"Good. On the pill?"

"Yes."

The panties turned from a bikini style to a thong as they narrowed with a few strong tugs of his fingers. Jin had them pulled inwards to expose your weeping folds in seconds. Only then did he left go of your hair and stroll around to the other side of the desk. He had his slacks open and a hand dug deep into the darkness of his briefs there.

When his cock came into view it was beautiful--as far as cocks you'd seen. And you'd enjoyed a few in your time as an openly single woman in college. Your mouth ran with saliva as he followed the veins plumped with blood, along the shaft, then rolled over the head with the pad of his thumb, growling.

"Head up, mouth open. Tongue flat. No teeth or you'll be out the door and I'll walk to the Dean myself tomorrow morning, Miss Y/n. Are we clear?"

You nodded, barely moaning as the fat head of his cock butted your lips, then sunk into the depths. Jin's stroke to push inside wasn't slow or considerate. He was smooth though, moving without pause. Until his belly touched your nose.

He wasn't watching you then, head lolling back. His throat shifted, hellishly sexy sounds pouring out unceasing. No matter how much you coughed or gagged--which wasn't much--Jin kept pumping. He wasn't kind to give you half strokes. He worked your lips and throat like a piston, pulling out and pushing in to luxuriate in all the narrow space you had to offer.

Minutes passed until the desk under you was damp in a massive circle of saliva with bubbles ringing the edges, sparkling in the dim office light. Finally Jin pulled free, fingers grasping his length and pumping. Your chin went white in pain as he gripped and tipped up again.

"You didn't lie about that.." His neck shone as the muscles stood tight. He offered a smile--this one warmer. Very pleased, but under a layer of criticism. "...Say thank you. Tell me how much you love swallowing my cock."

You didn't need to think. There was zero resistance, like when he pushed his length into the tunnel of your throat for all those minutes before. "I love it, Professor. You're so long.."

"Are you as tight in your pussy? Shall we find out?"

You said nothing, licking your lips as he slipped away and let your chin go, disappearing around back. Your hips dug into the desk edge, pain sparking there. He grunted as you twisted, then gripped your knee and lifted that leg, setting the shin up on the desk and angling your opening to expose you completely.

This felt utterly whoreish and you suddenly discovered, from the slick surging at the openness, how much you loved it. You were practically purring as Jin's cock head swiped through your honey coated folds. Your ass jerked as the pressure sent a tingle through your womb.

"Please.." You whined. Drool spilled over your lips when he cupped your ass with one hand and looped fingers from his other hand around the belt binding your wrists. It was all the leverage he needed.

He pushed in and pulled, ramming home into your pussy with precision that made stars explode behind your eyes. Your vision crackled, filling from the edges inwards with white sparkles. You screwed your eyes shut.

Your paper fluttered as a rough fucking began in earnest and Jin stabbed into every wall inside your greedy, clenching sex. The more he thrust and pumped, the more you melted and slackened, weeping around his dipping member.

Soon the desk legs scraped as his forceful pounding walked the furniture slowly inches from it's original spot. You laid there, face against the saliva chilled desk pad and nails cutting into your palms with hands fisted. Pump after pump he shoved the desk and you towards an eventual high.

"Little lazy girl.." He snarled, adding impact at the deepest point of his stroke. Sending delicous tremors through your ass, down your thighs. Through your breasts and all the way up into your brain. Even your vision wobbled when you tried to open your eyes.

The shock of a high rushing towards you was enough to yank you into the present again. "Professor...I..I'm...c---"

"Don't make a fool of me again. Or next time.." He snapped, ignoring your desperate warning, and rammed so hard your spine popped. Your ass ached. Your thighs bruised--or you knew they would from the sheer agony of his hips smacking into you--as the skin on skin slap reached a peak. "Next time.. I take your ass as payment.."

Jin faltered, tugging hard to pull you backwards. Your breasts came off the desk and you cried out as he overlapped you, jerking and trembling, cock pulsing when he pushed deep and stayed there.

Soon the pressure of his cum sent you over the edge as it crept from inside towards your seal around his girth stuffed. You snapped, cumming hard enough you held your breath, then burst out in another long cry.

You slumped back onto the desk and laid there, ass trembling and thighs watery. Muscles twitched in your calves as Jin quietly eased out of you, then took a moment of silence to undo your wrists. Heat bloomed at the bones there and your flexed both hands as he gripped your top and pulled you up.

You were turned to face him and he leaned into your weak form, smothering your mouth with a soft, deep kiss. A kiss you melted into, swooning as his tongue coaxed yours to follow and fill up his mouth. It was enough to set of orgasmic aftershocks that had you shivering.

Jin pulled away again and went to work again, ignoring your half lidded gaze of fuck drunk confusion as he tugged and worked to rearrange your clothes back in place. Skirt down, and smoothed flat afte the panties were pulled whole over your cum dripping core. He wiped away a trickle of cum running down your inner thigh without comment.

Finally he adjusted your blouse, pulling the damp material away from your breasts and tucking it into the waist of your skirt. Now he smiled again, appraising you when he stood a few steps back.

"That'll do, Miss Y/n. Take you were ..satisfactory." His tone said you more than that, the way he took a moment to lean before he settled into his chair again. You couldn't ignore the way his Adam's apple trembled and he struggled to swallow. His eyes narrowed on you.

"You heard me. Go. I'm busy. I'll see you in class tomorrow."

You turned, the world turning with it and spinning for a moment longer before you headed for the door. When you touched the knob he spoke again.

"..Y/n.." You glanced back, wobbling. Jin was actually smirking but there was a devilish handsomeness under that gauze of sweat on his perfect features. He straightened his tie like--he hadn't just wrecked you on his desk, or filled you up. "I want you in the front row. In that skirt. Are we clear?"

You nodded, eyes still heavy and belly aching from how deep he'd stirred your insides. "Yes, Professor."

"Good girl. Think you've got a bit more to learn about my...style. We'll see how you do tomorrow."

[mochilatae-deactivated20231110]

It's Never Over (Busy Body Pt. 2)

Word Count: 3.4k (ish)

Warnings: Unprotected sex (again), threesomes, creampie (AGAIN), pussy licking, ball sucking, forced confessions, crushes, implied cum eating, I CAN'T WITH THESE 3.

Author's note: Ignore the typos and let's see what happened AFTER Yoongi showed up on Saturday. More suffering for my Roomie (@bonvoyagenoona).

@purgatorywriter @shesoldbutcute @1995soulm8ts @purplehearts1996 @skyys-universe @magicshopsgate

🔞| Explicit | ⚤| Reader Insert (FxM)/(MxM)|

“When he said stay for lunch I don’t think he meant it.”

Rude? Possibly. You gave Yoongi another look as he leaned into the counter next to you, helpfully staring down into the sink on that side. Watching the soaking dishes--the remains of a decent lunch Namjoon made for you, himself… And Yoongi.

The pale head tipped a little as Yoongi nodded into the suds as you inhaled, desperate to find your center. He wasn’t the worst apartment guest you’d had. Jin would be in your ear out pre-rinsing and the order you were stacking the plates in the strainer so you should count your blessings.

“Then he shouldn’t have made 3 servings of pasta.”

“He does that. He’s a big boy. Needs more than one serving.”

“Hmph.” Yoongi offered, bringing his to-go cup to his lips and taking down the last of his coffee. It went into the garbage across the way when a graceful lob sent it sailing. Same as usual, Yoongi nailed it, landing the empty cup atop yours and Namjoon’s, along with a few napkins.

If he wanted to hang around you might be able to put this extra body to use. “Looks pretty full. Might be time to empty the can.” Yoongi looked over as you brought out another dish and rinsed, keeping the smirk on your face as small as possible.

His face went neutral, then he pushed away from the counter with a grunt, disappearing from view. It had your eyes wide in shock when the sound of the bag sliding free came from behind. Don’t look. He’s not really---

A black garbage bag, sagging and rolling with some questionable scents, swung into view. “Where’s the extra bags?” You blinked, turning away from the scent and focusing entirely on finishing the last few plates and cups.

“Jesus..” You gasped, eyes watering. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“I can put it back… I mean it might not fit.” Clattering and a struggle began as the horrifying image of Yoongi, struggling to fit the now bloated back into the smaller space of the empty can and losing half the contents, sent your anxiety into overdrive. The idea of it alone was enough to threaten your still elevated mood from earlier.

“Yoongi..” You spat out, yanking the plug from the sink depths and dropping it on the counter. It was a rush to dry your hands as Yoongi turned back to meet you, spun around to see him with eyes still comically wide.

“It’s...fine. Thanks. Just take it downstairs. You can wash your hands here…” With a small smile Yoongi studied you and the way you wiped the back of your hand across your mouth. Neither of you spoke, then he turned away.

At least he didn’t slam the door when he left. In fact he was quite respectful, milky white hand disappearing as the door shut. You listened to his boots tromping into silence as he moved down the hall, then hung the dish towel up and headed for the living room.

More specifically for the couch where Namjoon lounged, taking up almost the full length of the couch, one leg drawn up and knees splayed wide. Still in the sweats and you paused, nose wrinkling. Saturday was a lazy day, sure. But you wish he’d at least changed since Yoongi arrived.

Not that Namjoon’s close friend ever seemed to care much about that. It was rare he showed up in anything other than jeans with fashionable rips or joggers himself, but still…. You’d worked hard to see Namjoon had a few good pairs of slacks and nicely fitted jeans.

And he could let himself go a little on the weekend, but you considered taking him out later and he wouldn’t be drawing many approving looks in the heather grey sweats clinging to his firm thighs, even if your eyes enjoyed every sweeping glance.

For a while you studied Namjoon’s figure, prone and snoring with the most subtle of hisses through parted lips. Those same lips that had pulled your tingling nipples nicely tight not long ago. It was risky to think about it now--already the heat was coiling between your thighs.

Finally you stopped at his thigh and gently nudged that knee away from the coffee table to make space and pass by. Instead you shrieked as Namjoon’s eyes popped open and his hand seized your wrist. In a moment he had you leaned, then tumbling down, crashing onto his form.

His long body rolled, limbs rearranging in a slow stretch as those dark eyes looked deep into you. Past your defenses and confidence. Funny how often that seemed to turn to dust when the full force of Namjoon’s stare came from this close. No wonder you were a goner in bed too, nose to nose.

“You do that when I’m not more alert and one day we’ll both end up hurting ourselves..” Namjoon relaxed underneath you as he laughed, throat dancing with head lolled back against one arm tucked underneath.

“Not as long as I can help it..”

“You didn’t get the nickname God of Destruction for nothing, Joonie.” You reminded him with a patient smile. Namjoon pouted.

“It’s God of Rap..” He countered, still all too dejected. No pity party this time.

“Right.” You patted his firm shoulder, then stroked down and circled his nipple. The way his eyes flashed made your belly wobble and you pushed again, easing upright. Namjoon let you, this time and watching with curious fixation that you readily brushed off. “Remind your friends. They seemed to be mistaken.”

“Some of them have short memories.” He griped. Hands found your waist and he tugged you down again, hinting. Your head shook. “Come on..” He went on. “It’s not like we’re in public.”

“No but we DO have company.”

“No we don’t.”

You inhaled and narrowed your eyes. “Min Yoongi. Namjoon...Don’t you play forgetful now.”

He shrugged again, still tugging. Still insistent as his gaze dropped, stopping at your breasts. At least you’d slipped a bra on, and changed to a different color of tank top--even if the style was identical.

“It’s just Yoongi. He’s seen it all. He won’t care.”

“Has he?” You scoffed. “He’s not a virgin. How nice. Doesn’t mean he gets a show. Tone it down---”

“Or what?” Namjoon inquired quietly--the dangerous kind of quiet. You paused, staring at him as he stared back, lips barely twisted into a smile, eyes blazing. “What are you going to do? You think my friend doesn’t want to see you?”

Your mouth fell open as you sat there. Scandalized and reeling--face cool and core red hot. All in the same few seconds. What the hell had gotten into your boyfriend? It wasn’t like he hadn’t cum inside you earlier. You couldn’t deny the results that still trickled into the fresh pair of panties you’d slipped on after excusing yourself to the bathroom shortly after Yoongi’s arrival.

“We did what we forgot to do this morning. I’m satisfied.”

A white lie never hurt anyone, and you weren’t about to let on that curiosity over Yoongi’s elegant, dexterous fingers stalked your daydreams. Along with the way his tongue played along his lips when he was lost in thought with a gaze thousands of miles away.

Namjoon’s eyes roamed and his head tipped. “Y/n..” His chuckle turned to a long growl. Another firm tug pulled you closer and he turned you, unexpectedly. Now your view was your shape in the wide, black screen of the TV. Sitting unused. Namjoon’s hips shifted as he lifted you.

“You’re wet.” He’d read you like a book all too quickly. Debated and determined--reading all those tells you thought were so well hidden. It was the same game and the same lines to yourself that NEVER worked. You whimpered.

“That’s from YOU.” You offered. It could be the case still as another trickle suddenly followed your reformed seal. The damp panty panel testified it had come at a cost for the time it took to develop.

“Then it’ll be easy to slide inside. Take me out..”

Fingers dug into your sides and you winced. When you didn’t move Namjoon snarled, jostling you gently. It was warning clear as day: ‘Do it.’ Thankfully you didn’t have to look as your hand shifted around and groped for a moment. Found the waist of his sweats and slid between the material and his skin, finding the moisture there as before--he was already ropey with precum on the head of his cock.

You swallowed involuntarily, then groaned, fingers exploring the pulsing vein on the right side of his shaft. Your grip circled tight and tugged him free as Namjoon writhed a little more, helping work his sweats down enough.

“Good girl.” He continued. “Shorts off.” You hesitated, fingers dug into Namjoon’s forearms in a sudden pique of nerves. He didn’t move. “Y/n..”

“What if Yoongi comes back?” You pleaded. More a gentle reminder of the eventuality than speculation. He would come back--in fact the distant ding of the elevator signaled that truth heading to your door. One booted step at a time.

The ensuing silence Namjoon offered gave you his answer, as you stared wide eyed at the window across the way, watching branches littered in blossoms dancing in the afternoon breeze. Your fingers went to your shorts, undid the button and zipper.

It was a struggle but you shed them with some shifting and watched them hit the floor again. Not even denim shorts were safe. Different clothes, same end. No surprise when it came to Kim Namjoon. Once again he got what he wanted. Until it stopped feeling good you’d let it play out this way every time.

Moving your panties to one side was more challenging. That took a firm pull, laying the material over one rounded hip until the tight band of fabric dug into that pliant skin so tight it guaranteed a mark later. But you had bigger concerns.

Like the moment the door opened. The very same moment your folds parted, giving way to Namjoon’s plunging cock. You sank down as he slipped up, until it felt like he’d pierce your stomach. You didn’t want to look back and kept your eyes forward, seeing the truth in the reflective blackness, past your form atop Namjoon: Yoongi’s shape there, paused.

The door clicked shut and no one moved. Your shoulders trembled, along with each breath. The slicked velvet of your insides shifted around Namjoon and he broke first, rocking you forward and back. Unreality swarmed, wiping over your senses in a tidal wave.

“Am I interrupting something? I’m probably good to just---” Yoongi sounded as convincing as you ever sounded when you said ‘No’ to Namjoon and it was skin against skin. In some wild way it was a relief to hear someone lie so badly around him--that wasn’t YOU for once.

“Does it look like you are?” Namjoon broke in, growling as his thrust drove him deeper and your belly clenched. Slick surged as pleasure did the same, riding down your spine. “We were just talking about you..”

“We were NOT..” You gurgled. A sharp gasp cut off any further objection when Namjoon guided the head of his cock right into your g spot with a few forceful thrusts. Only after he stopped did you feel the sweat springing along your limbs.

“I knew you talked about me when I was gone..” Yoongi’s droning tone came over the rush of water. Was he REALLY washing his hands right now, like you weren't impaled on cock in the living room in the middle of a Saturday.

Of course he was.

The water shut off and Yoongi's measured steps came around until he stood in view of you. Your attention moved to him, barely making out his shape as he eased off his hoodie. Revealing the fitted white t-shirt underneath and his sharp collar bones and defined neck rolling. Yoongi took his sweet time to assess this newly found situation, then combed his bangs back. That half grin was a new sight.

“How’s he feel, Y/n?”

“..W..what?” You blinked. Your eyes rolled back when Namjoon squeezed your sides so tight the air rushed out in a shriek. He tugged hard, grinding himself to the hilt inside and you rippled around him. “He feels...so good…”

A sweet heat rolled over your cheeks and nose, then your lips. Something feathered there. Slipped by in a slow pass. Yoongi’s hum came from super close now, when he spoke again. “Looks like you feel as good on his cock. That true?”

He didn’t expect you to answer and took his chance, mouth sinking over your own. Kissing Min Yoongi was a world of difference from Namjoon. For one the tongue that parted your lips was strong and confident--fatter and thick. Writhing with confidence. Fingers dug into the back of your head as Yoongi pulled you into his yawning kiss.

Yoongi broke away after a moment, mumbling something. The coffee table moved as he heaved into it, pushing the shape back to make room, then took a knee carefully placed between your parted legs. Whatever was happening...Your brain was rapidly clawing from the depths to come to terms while the breath returned, streaming along your belly as it came bare when Yoongi pushed the tank up enough.

His tongue circled the tiny divot and stabbed firm. Namjoon eased in and out, slowly working you up and down his cock. “Tell him how much you want his tongue on your pussy, Y/n.” Although he spoke like it was the most normal thing in the world, the command in Namjoon’s tone carried enough weight to make you dizzy.

Yoongi’s brow arched when you nodded. Both brows disappeared under his white blonde bangs as he leaned closer and his shoulders hunched. A few kisses climbed your inner thighs on both sides as he whispered into the flesh there. “Go on then.. I’m listening..”

“I’ve...heard the rumors.” You gasped, thighs twitching. Yoongi’s palms were faster than your lizard brain reaction and he added pressure above your knees to keep you splayed wide. Like a whore...but THEY want me like this. THEY love it. Maybe you did too--mewling when Yoongi’s tongue teased the crease of your hip and inner thigh.

“More..” He coaxed, pressing a few kisses into the space there, following the line down. Headed right for your clit. His chuckle fluttered along your mound when you barely found your voice again. Couldn’t stop now. He knew.

“The girls--the way they talk about you. The way they..” You gasped when his tongue tip traced your outer lips. Namjoon seated himself deep and stayed put. Your nails dug in firm to whatever naked skin was within grasp. It belonged to Namjoon and that was enough right now. You hung on for dear life “...They moan.”

“You heard, hmm?” How could you not? Yoongi borrowed Namjoon’s room sometimes when he’d come through for the weekend and hang out. They’d usually write music but he’d never go out when Namjoon did. It wasn’t clear when or how he’d sneak someone in, but the telltale, wondrous moans of pure ecstasy from behind that closed bedroom door was enough to make you sweat buckets on the couch.

It went on for too long and louder than the TV volume could ever go. By the time the moans and whines reached a fever pitch your folds twitched and you clenched almost as hard as it sounded like each girl did. The silence afterwards was deafening. You certainly made a point not to look at their shining faces as they wandered by on the way to the door and Yoongi said his goodbyes. Voice low with shirt sticking to his shoulder, back and chest.

Coming out of the deep from that memory you finished your confession, then twitched back into Namjoon as Yoongi’s tongue spiraled over your clit. Then the squeak of a good latch pulled the bundle of nerves between his lips. He sucked and it was perilously silent.

“God..she’s squeezing me so tight.. Keep going..” Namjoon bellowed as his cock jerked and his hips went into a steady pump. Your body lit up again. Yoongi’s cheeks hollowed and he growled when your fingers raked across his scalp. The second hand joined, exploring and grasping tight in his silky locks.

He didn’t unlatch often but every time he sucked was better than the last. Longer jags stretched your pleasure out until you found yourself on the edge. Folds tight and ultra hot. Namjoon’s cock pulsing inside you and your back arched, body stretched out in a rigor of bliss.

Something snapped inside your mind when Yoongi’s tongue battered the tip of your clit and you went stiff, exploding around Namjoon’s girth. The deep boom of your boyfriend’s enjoyment pummeled your back as your eyes screwed shut. When the last spasms pulled weakly at this deep plugged cock Yoongi’s nose and lips grazed down, headed for your folds.

He explored the shape of your folds stretched and Namjoon howled, hips undulating up. Slurping and a soft sucking trailed up but your pleasure from Yoongi’s wandering tongue faded. If he wasn’t tonguing through your honey coated folds….

“Doing that shit with your tongue….gonna make me---..” Namjoon swallowed, nails scraping your belly as he scrambled to pull you backwards but jerked instead. Hips bucking and head cranked back off the couch, Namjoon came to the familiar sound of Yoongi’s muffled moan. “Yes fuck...Yoongi..both please..”

Both? Your head was spinning around a drain of consciousness as you forced your eyes open and stared down. The crown of Yoongi’s head was visible as he worked his lips and tongue, cheek bulging briefly. Both of Namjoon’s balls slipped free from his pale lips and he glanced up, offering a shy grin.

His chin shone as he leaned down and lapped right up the base of Namjoon’s cock as the last few jerks took the load and shot it deep inside you. The plane of that skilled tongue took one last wipe across your clit and it was almost too much. You shivered, nippled hard enough to hurt.

Namjoon’s palms came up, cupping over them to massage slowly, in that deliciously fuck drunk way you loved.

“That was..perfect.” He confessed, head lolling. The sweat was back on Namjoon’s skin, running down and collecting at the base of his throat. When you tried to ease off Yoongi’s tutting stopped you. His hand disappeared into his jeans and he palmed himself. The steady rolling of his wrist, coupled with a needy mewling had your eyes hooded. You leaned towards this man’s flawless face, mouth half open.

Yoongi didn’t move, mouth a pink o and gaze barely fixed on you as he gulped. Worked and stroked his cock, letting out the tiniest whimpers every few strokes. His breath was a mix now: you and Namjoon and something else… Salty and sweet. Unreal..Kiss me again, please.. You were desperate to beam the plea into Yoongi’s spaced out mind.

“When you cum...please..” You managed and Yoongi barely nodded too, mouth finally sliding in place along yours. Lips aligned, he sucked the darkness of your open mouth until he shivered and went stiff. His ass flexed as he pumped in staggered thrusts. The front of his jeans went a shade darker. Finally those white lids lifted as his shoulders slumped.

“Y/n...I...f….fuck..” It was as close as you’d heard to Yoongi singing. He was almost crooning, leaning forehead to forehead with you. “Need a minute..” He giggled, the reddest part of his face almost aglow: cheeks two apples.

“We need a shower.” Namjoon announced to the ceiling, nearly toppling you and sending your weakened form forward into Yoongi’s kneeling body. Both men helped you stand as Namjoon slid free. It didn’t seem so bad, standing here with panties tugged haphazard, skin ruined with sweat and puffy folds leaking even MORE cum.

Yoongi came to his feet, eyes lingering on your center and lips parted. You nearly slithered to the floor thinking of him sucking whatever Namjoon left inside out--the way those lips felt he’d be well on his way to emptying every ounce of fluid you had. No matter whose it was.

“Let’s go..” Namjoon’s arm slipped around your middle and he kissed your shoulder, urging you forward. Yoongi watched you both pass. Namjoon paused you both at the hallway end, heading for the bathroom. “You too. You made a fucking mess. Get in here. Room for more than two in there.”

“I..” Yoongi began, gaze roaming like he’d lost something, then he shrugged and moved towards your lingering forms. “I get to wash her hair though.. You never do it right.”

“You sound like Jimin..god.” Namjoon griped with a shameless smile.

“Fuck you..”

“If you think she’d like it. ..Wouldn’t be the first time, hmm?”

‘Wouldn’t be the first time’? You went weak again but Namjoon, as usual, wouldn’t let you wither under his attention. He held you just as tight, marking you forward into the shadows of the unlit hallway. Behind you Yoongi’s muted shuffle was steady and so close.

“Maybe later. One thing at a time.” Yoongi replied. “There’s no rush.. We have all day. And all night..”

[mochilatae-deactivated20231110]

Busy Body

Word Count: 2.5K(ish)

Warnings: Unprotected sex (in a committed relationship), teasing, creampie, Implied threesome, multiple orgasms.

Authors Note: Um...nothing to say here, other than this is how Namjoon spends his Saturday. For @bonvoyagenoona.

🔞| Explicit | ⚤| Reader Insert (FxM) |

@purgatorywriter, @shesoldbutcute, @1995soulm8ts, @purplehearts1996, @skyys-universe @magicshopsgate

“You know what Saturdays are for, right?”

You asked, but didn’t give your roommate much time to answer when you came around from behind the couch he lounged on, to pluck the book from his loose grip.

Namjoon’s eyes followed you, behind dark-rimmed glasses. One drawn-up leg stretched out as he flexed that limb. It wasn’t easy to ignore lines on the muscled thigh that suddenly seemed so obvious.

You’d expected the sweatshirt--his standard Saturday attire when he’d gotten up this morning and moved around. Before you’d even rubbed the sleep from your eyes. But his chosen shorts seemed too high and tight. That wasn’t fair.

Best to project a little confidence and not let him get a whiff of your morning thirst. You smirked, then closed the book. Namjoon’s expression darkened. That most definitely cost him his place--wherever THAT was.

“Saturdays are for whatever we want. I choose to study.” He reached for the glasses with a long sigh. That broad chest puffed and the college name emblazoned across the middle warped. It took a moment to swallow down the saliva that flooded from remembering how those firm pecs felt under your hands. It wasn’t fair you hadn’t gotten the customary morning fuck.

In fact, it was a downright tragedy. Your lower lip protruded, with a huff.

“I can see that. Ever considered taking a risk and NOT studying on Saturday?”

“What else would you do?” He held up a hand, the other carefully laying the glasses on the coffee table. Both feet met the floor as he faced the table, elbows braced on his thighs. “I’m not really asking. I was making progress, you know.”

“Yeah?” You didn’t care much because the more you looked at your roommate the more you were certain: he was your boyfriend too. This whole relationship thing was still relatively new, but Namjoon had to keep you content to the level you’d come to expect.

“Yes.” He finally replied, flat and unimpressed. Not snotty, like anyone else would have been. A beat passed. You watched those observant eyes roam your head-to-toe form and stood. Your hips cocked to accentuate your curves. The flutter in his lids made you squeal inside. That’s right Joonie.. You know what we didn’t do.

“Well, you barely had any breakfast before you went egg-head mode on me. Studying without a good meal to carry you through...that’s not smart.” It was unfair to needle the dedication Namjoon had to a high GPA. But your needs felt much more important right now. And he SHOULD take a day off from learning something---at least academic-wise.

“..Needed a break anyway..” He growled, shoulders rolling in turn before that gaze came back to you. Much more palpable and warmer than first sight. He reached for his phone, checking the screen. By the lack of change in his expression, nothing pressing waited there either.

“What do you want to do? I’ll give you an hour.” He faced your way now as you smiled. You had the attention you wanted and your fingers traced the hem of a pair of boxers you’d pulled on--his. His favorite, as a matter of fact.

“Well...We did forget---”

“Y/n..” He cut you off, gaze clouding again. A finger motioned at your waist. “Again? You know I love that pair..”

“Do you?” Your brows drew up--the best faux confusion and innocence you could muster. His mouth turned down. Even moody Namjoon looked hot. And you had a sweet spot for that side of him, ever since that night in the kitchen.

“Take them off.”

“Here?” Your innocence melted, running right down into your core and buttering your folds in seconds. You tugged your lower lip in a soft bite. “Scandalous. Sheesh..”

“I won’t ask again. Off--you do it or I will. You don’t want that.” Oh, but I DO. At least your folds did, thighs squeezing tight as you watched those large hands clench to fists.

“You’re ruining my Saturday. This isn’t a day to fight..”

“Choose peace. Off---now.” Namjoon’s smile was a line with barely upturned ends. You slipped fingers between the waist of the shorts, watching his eyes go there and stay. His throat flexed when the material snapped. You slid the shorts a few inches down, stopping above mid-thigh. Earning a grunt.

“It’s about relaxing Saturdays. Some people sleep.”

“Did that. Couldn’t sleep anymore..” He mumbled, eyes still glued to your sex that came revealed as descent continued. Even though you’d chosen cotton panties, the middle panel was already hot and damp. Expected, around Joon.

“I noticed.” You grinned. “Like I was saying.. Lots of ways to spend the day. In bed is out of the question--for sleeping anyway.” Namjoon’s brow arched but you pushed on, happy to find the hints were reminding him other things could be fun to open and stick his face in.

You bent further, offering a direct line of sight down the front of your tank top. Braless was one thing--but this added to the tease: letting gravity play its part. A quiet growl slipped through Namjoon’s lips and the crotch of his shorts shifted. So did your insides.

“We didn’t start our day right.”

You took dainty steps out of the cotton boxers now pooled around your feet. Then came forward a few steps closer to Namjoon as he sat up, all too rigid. That studious energy in his stare and the way he gazed up with full bore desire. It all felt like the face of the sun when you stopped between his spread knees.

Two fingers followed his chin up to his mouth to trace the flushed lines. Namjoon’s mouth fell slack and wet heat swallowed your index and pointer fingers to the first knuckle. Even with his mouth full those dimples were too clear.

His cheeks hollowed as he drew a few times, then released your glistening fingers. Maybe he’d taste you there. It wasn’t like you could resist waking up in a mood, finding yourself alone, and rubbing in consolation. What else did he expect leaving you there, curled up in his left behind warmth?

“What are you suggesting?” His eyebrows flinched in interest.

“For such a smart guy you don’t really get hints, do you?”

A resounding smack on your ass had the muscle there vibrating. You flinched up on tiptoes, gasping. “Namjoon!” Offense melted as he filled both palms with your ass, then pulled firmly, bringing you against him. His mouth worked over your belly, saturating the tank top in seconds.

“Now who’s trying to start a fight..” He mumbled. Your combined weight sunk into the couch as he took you with him. Your knees sunk in and you smirked. Straddling Namjoon like this was enough to break the seal, hot liquid trickling along the cotton panel contouring your sex.

“It’s either fight...or fuck.” You breathed, moaning into a kiss as Namjoon captured your mouth with his own. For a moment it was just grinding. Hip undulations up and down along the familiar rod pinned between your bodies. A momentary consolation.

Finally Namjoon wrenched free and tipped his head back. “I was going to fuck you.. After I finished this chapter.”

You glanced at the book, there on the coffee table a distance away, then let your weight settle fully on that thick cock. Just your panties and his sweats separated your patience--what little of it was left. “Change of plans.. Now..” You rose up again, inching knees wider, one hand diving between your skin and the panties, wrestling the material aside enough.

Then you went for Namjoon’s sweatpants, yanking the waist down to free enough of his cock. He was exactly as you’d expected: the head beaded in precum and a shade darker. His fingers circled the base and pumped a few times.

“Love it when you ride me..” He barely managed, then fell into another long moan when the tip of his cock nosed into your opening. It was natural and too sweet, letting your weight sink down and guide that girth through your tight folds. The clinging muscle relaxed, easing wide until he rested entirely plugged inside.

You didn’t wait, spiral motions working your hips in both directions. The pattern wasn’t readable because there was none--sometimes it felt better rocking left. Other times right was the way that made the fireworks the brightest. Eventually the couch was groaning again, in time with Namjoon’s gulping breaths.

In time with your ticking hips and bouncing breasts. When lips pulled at your nipple, through the top, you arched into it and Namjoon’s jaw widened. “Yes..please.. Bite a little, Joonie..” You sighed. And just as you asked, Namjoon obliged. A tinge of pain when his teeth added pressure and tugged, made your walls pulse. The up and down motion got faster.

A familiar sting in the muscles of your thighs told you the stamina to go faster or harder wasn’t there but Namjoon’s vice grip on your natural waist helped account for your flagging energy. He pulled you up and down more as the sweat collected, running right down the middle of your chest and back. Making a telltale line in front and back of the top. One hand grasped the hem and started to haul it up.

“No. Leave it on. Love seeing your breasts like this. Nipples look...so...fucking good through this shirt. I love it.” Namjoon barked, hips coming up as you came down. Jolting your body and mind. His wide eyes drank in your shape through the top--the pendulous sway of your breasts and the taut lines of your belly writhing just below the surface. That translucent ring of wetness from his attentions on your nipples like neon arrows, pointing. A heat lit up your face.

In this moment you finally added up to all the times he’d pleaded for you to wear this shirt. With a bra. But mostly without--looking confused when you wouldn’t slip it on, at weekend. Always stuck to you like a glove when you paraded around the place in just this top and a pair of panties.To think your boyfriend had a particular ‘thing’ for anything you wore was...dizzying.

By now Namjoon was fucking up into you with purpose. Each gust of exhaled breath blasting over your nose and mouth as you leaned down and braced palms into the back to the couch, just bookending those wide shoulders.

“Fuck..I’m...close..” He snarled as you tugged his lip with your teeth. You whined as the stroke got harder. His hips snapped. So did you, seconds later as your nails sunk into the upholstered firmness of the couch back and you doubled over.

Your core shrank, milking Namjoon’s cock as he pushed deep and held you there. You could barely hear the long, surprised moan of pleasure when you came. Hard, judging by the way your neck ached when you relaxed as the orgasm receded.

Aftershocks rippling you like a velvet fist around Namjoon’s pulsing cock, you leaned back into the firm loop of his embrace. He looked rough, hair mussed and cheeks bright red. Neck lines shining with a fresh sweat. Collar bones pooling in the depths with a collection of droplets too.

THIS was the way to spend a Saturday.

Namjoon’s smile spread wide enough to show off a flashing line of pearly whites. He wet his lips, about to speak when a knock on the door drew both your eyes. You clenched involuntarily around his still nestled length and Namjoon heaved. He was still precariously close and hadn’t gotten his high yet.

“Who is---” You began when a bark from behind the locked apartment door ripped through the sex musk permeating the air. A familiar shout rattled your nerves.

“Come on. You said you wouldn’t lock the door this time. Open. Up." Min Yoongi. Your heart went into your throat again--but this time not from the approaching high. "....I’ll give these coffees away to the next people off the elevator..” He'll do it, too. He doesn't give a single fuck... And if it was from the place you thought it'd be a huge loss. All 3 of you would regret it.

When you started to climb off Namjoon’s arms tightened and he pulled you down hard. A twinge of pain behind your navel told you he was as deep as he could get. And then some.

“Joonie…..When did you plan to tell me Yoongi was coming here!” You wriggled. Namjoon’s cock moved in a slow body roll.

“Hmm?” His brows were up again, but at a more jaunty angle. More cocky. Like he knew something you didn’t. Remembered something you’d forgotten--roles solidly in play once again. Mr. Organized and One-Step-Ahead. Damned his superior brain.

"I was going to mentioned it.." He lied. Openly--the clarity of it on his face making you momentarily impressed. "..I guess I forgot. He offered... How could I say no?"

“Well Yoongi's---..” As if to accent it another few banging knocks rattled the door in the frame. Yoongi wasn’t prone to making a scene but he wasn’t above it and your neighbors were already in tense terms with him. This wouldn’t help things.

“Mmmnn..So? He can wait. Almost.... done..” That length inching in and out had your middle lighting up again. Your spine went weak and your mind clouded as you moaned into Namjoon’s neck. Your face mashed super tight against his honey golden skin.

“Please..J..Joonie..fuck..”

The body rolls picked up pace. He hugged you tight, chest heaving against you as he pulled and pushed. Using your slick flooded tightness without regard. It was...one of the hottest things he’d ever dared to do. So close to being caught--and in your own place, too.

“Clench for me..” He sighed against your lobe and nodded in praise when you did just that. A mini-wave of wetness and pleasure rolled south and you choked again. Lips wide and tongue swiping his clavicle, you heaved another warning.

“..You’re gonna make me..c...cum again..” It wouldn’t be as all consuming and overwhelming, but it would be intense. The best few seconds since the last orgasm.

“Good..” When the door knob rattled Namjoon pummeled into you, teeth bared. Arms so tight you couldn’t take a full breath. The last bit of air left you as you exploded again. You high spilled over as Namjoon stabbed himself deep and stayed put. Gasping as he spilled inside you.

“Be right there, Yoongles.…” You barely noticed when he called over your shoulder to the door. Your head and soul reeled, pussy still clinging around that pleasant fullness of Namjoon’s rapidly softening cock--refusing to let him go.

A curse in Korean came back in response, and Namjoon chuckled. He was careful, easing you off of him and your panties back in place, then added a blanket layer over you. It was enough to cover you mostly.

Enough Yoongi wouldn’t ask, if he even noticed anything amiss--including the crumpled boxer shorts you'd shed and the stink of sex in the air. It seemed to absolutely lousy with that smell right now and you pulled the blanket higher, covering your nose. You'd sweat to death if it meant avoiding the shame from Yoongi's knowing look.

“Stay here..” He cracked, patting your nearer thigh as you grunted, lids barely open for the moment. You could just...float like this all afternoon and you very well might. Namjoon could have his book as long as he stayed right here. Yoongi too, for all you cared.

Namjoon’s slow saunter to the door was complete when he stopped, tugging the waist of his sweats into place again. Only the spots of sweat between his shoulder blades and the shirt collar indicated he’d done anything. A regular miracle of how wrecked he could leave you, and yet seem none the worse for wear.

“Maybe we should see if Yoongi wants to stay for lunch?” Namjoon pondered out loud, hand on the knob. Your eyes went wide.

“Now that I think about it, he was awfully fast getting back here.. So I think I have ONE idea, if he doesn’t have any plans for the rest of his Saturday...”

[purgatorywriter-deactivated2024]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖

Hoseok x Reader

Rated Explicit (NO MINORS)

Genre: Fiction/Fantasy

Word Count: 5,832

Summary: Y/N is a curator for the National Museum for Art and History. Hosting a special exhibit that her boss tries to take credit for. The event is a masquerade in which the dress code is white tie. However, she shows up dressed as the black swan, fuck policy. Dodging the bullet of having to dance with her boss, y/n finds herself in the arms of a stranger. Innocent touches turn a normal into sensual foreplay that leads to an unforgettable night, in her eyes.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Possessive Tendencies

@mochilatae @bonvoyagenoona @skyys-universe @purplehearts1996 @magicshopsgate

(Cross-posted from my ao3)

Deep within the depths of a heart, despaired

A convoluted song, declared

Like blades of green grass, burned to ash

Another heart at war, they clash

Twisting of life and limb, a soul’s dance intertwined in sin

Feather light touches under surveillance, mar unblemished skin

Let darkness consume and give way to rebirth

Sew the seeds of new beginnings, in alkaline earth

Rain. The only thing that could possibly ruin what was to be one of the proudest moments of your career as a curator for the National Museum of Art and History. The early morning weather reports forecasted a 63% chance that it would like rain by 7pm. A time when the event started.

A masquerade. It wasn’t your idea, more so your boss’s, Steven. He had a palate for luxury and fan fare. Going all out this year, to bring in the big money: elite investors. You let him deal with the politics. Your concern was more about specific pieces that would be featured from all across the world. It had taken you nearly a year to collect each individual piece. Your shining glory. Yet you were reduced to arm candy while Steven took the credit.

It doesn’t matter. You were grateful for the opportunity to showcase to the world such rich, exquisite history. Tonight would be the night you shine, no matter what he said. You had read through your speech hundreds of times over the past few days, practicing in front of a mirror so that you know what your face looks like. Hopefully tonight, you wouldn’t freeze up, the knot in your belly only growing tighter from all the anxiety that had built up.

You spent several hours catering to yourself. Making sure to eat light meals throughout the day. Doing a speech on a heavy stomach, wasn’t the best idea, as your brain reminded you of what happened the year before. You painted your nails with special metallic nail polish. At first glance, it looked black. But turned at a certain angle, it appeared a deep purple. Perfect for the outfit you chose to wear.

Your fingers traced the tulle and feathers that made up the dress. Feathers as black and reflective as oil. The gown itself, nearly see through if it weren’t for the feathers placed in intricate patterns that showed just enough of your skin. Leaving the rest to imagination. A slit up the left side of the dress would allow for easier movement, since you’d have to be on your feet for at least 4 hours before you could afford to slip away. The gown came down to your feet, a small train of those feathers would follow behind.

A blue sapphire and white diamond necklace lay out on your dresser, ready to take its place between your ample cleavage. No one would be wearing an outfit like this one, as the dress code spoke of white suits and champagne gowns. Following the masses was never your flavor. Much to Steven’s great dissatisfaction. Fuck him and what he thought. You wouldn’t have to deal with him for much longer.

After taking some time to eat a small steak and salad, guzzling down some water, you set to work completing your makeup. It couldn’t just be a natural Smokey eye this time. No. It needed to draw the attention of the gathering audience. A hopeful 500+ or more since this was such an important exhibit. Your nimble fingers set to work, swooping varying shades of purples, grays and black. Thickening your eyelashes with mascara. A nude lip with a bit of shimmering gloss would balance out your face, as adding color to your lips would make it too overwhelming. You blinked a few times, gazing at the beauty before you in the mirror. Admiring her golden skin and dark auburn locks. Expertly curled and pinned back with a feather and black diamond brooch.

~Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder…~ you smiled to yourself. Standing up and stripping out of your bra and panties. The gown would be enough to hold your heavy breasts in place, a black corset being the waistline for it. The dress would be too hot to wear panties and you didn’t want a panty line anyway. You prayed that no one would be looking closely to notice.

With the dress pulled on, you couldn’t help but ogle at yourself. This one of a kind gown completely transformed you into someone you could recognize. You leaned down over your dresser, taking a good look in the mirror at your eyes. Beautiful orbs that reflected a stormy sea. Accentuated tenfold by the makeup you chose tonight. Striking and rare was your beauty in a sea of the mundane. You picked up the necklace that lay on its velvet bag, clasping it around your neck. The sapphire jewel hung just above the deep dive of your cleavage. It would be an eye catcher for sure, an heirloom passed down in your family for generations. It was go big, or go home tonight.

To complete the look, you slipped on black silk ballet flats. You refused to wear heels that would have your feet aching by the end of the night. Your feet would be mostly hidden by the gown anyway. You hear a knock at the door that brought you out of your daze. Spritzing a bit of freesia perfume along your neck and wrists before you left the room, you hurried to answer. Your driver for the event, blushing profusely when he couldn’t form words at your appearance.

“Ah, you’re just in time! I’ve just finished, Jin. I appreciate the ride.” You smiled at your long time friend. He worked alongside you at the museum. Also not the biggest fan of Steven.

“You do realize that it’s a white tie event, right?” Jin sucked in a breath, twirling you around to get a better look at you.

“You realize I don’t care right? Where’s Jungkookie? Is he meeting you there?” You asked, voicing your concerns for the absence of Jin’s boyfriend of over 3 years.

“We took separate cars...you know how it is y/n. We don’t want to cause any issues for tonight.” He avoided your gaze for a moment, knowing exactly how you would react.

“I think that’s bullshit. Love is love and I’ll fight anyone who fucks with you.” You glared, grabbing his chin to look back at you. His sad smile said it all. You hoped they would have a chance to be with each other tonight. Public opinion be damned.

“Let’s go, let’s go. We’re going to be late if we keep standing here talking.” Jin grabbed your clutch off the table and ushered you out your door. You locked up before following him down to the lobby and out to his black Mercedes.

“Since when?” You motioned to the extravagant car before you, red velvet interior.

“Jungkookie...got a promotion. He wanted to spoil me.” He blushed, opening the passenger door for you to step in. He lifted the back of your dress and tucked it in so it wouldn’t get stuck in the door. You nodded in thanks.

“You’re so lucky to have a man who loves you and wants to spoil you.” You lamented, eyes focused outside of the car at the twinkle lights of the city as Jin drove you downtown.

“Something tells me you won’t be single for long. You are too much of a catch. Brains and beauty, my dear.” He smiled more to himself.

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not getting any younger. I’m 3 years shy of 30 and the window of opportunity is shrinking fast.” You laid your head against the window.

“Age is just a number; the right one will come along soon enough.” He commented, the car falling into a comfortable silence as you ran through your speech one more time. Jin was up to something, you could feel it. But you wouldn’t give the idea any attention.

Outside, the streets were filled with people, bustling about at the end of their work day. Either headed home or out for drinks as the sun set in cascading shades of oranges and pinks on this Friday night skyline. You were beginning to think that the weather man was a liar. Not a menacing cloud in the sky. Jin carried on about the latest adventure in his relationship with Jungkook: buying a house together. On the outskirts of the city, away from prying eyes. You had no idea how much time had passed until you looked down at your phone, reading 6:45pm. Jin had just pulled up to the front entrance of the museum.

The equivalent of a red carpet led up steep steps to the main doors of the old building, featuring Greek columns that looked out of place with the rest of the city moving towards more modern designs. You loved the old. Loved history. Would easily get carried away in deep conversations about the King of the Joseon Dynasty. Part of your exhibit featured a few pieces from the last King of Korea. It wasn’t time for that yet. You swallowed thickly as flashes of light flickered outside of the vehicle. Paparazzi. You turned to Jin, already dreading the night.

“You look beautiful. Don’t worry too much y/n.” He squeezed your hand before exiting his side of the vehicle. A valet took his car keys and he walked around to help you out. As soon as you stepped out, the flashes worsened. Shouts and hollers for a statement buzzed in your ear as you tried to focus on keeping steady, not tripping on your dress, or your feet. Jin was the perfect gentleman, arm clasped around yours to hold you up. You dodge questions and waltzed down the red carpet as if you were meant for it.

“You’re doing wonderfully, dear.” He whispered into your ear as you walked up the steps. Meeting Steven at the top who looked as impatient as ever.

He glare rested on your figure as you came into view. You had no idea why he was so upset. You had arrived 15 minutes before the event even began. As you watched him curiously, that glare turned into something more when eyes fell to the sapphire hanging between your breasts. Something you didn’t appreciate. You gripped Jin’s arm tighter and walked past Steven, ignoring the piercing gaze that landed on your bare back.

“Tell me he’s not still looking?” You leaned into Jin’s ear once you breached the threshold of the museum’s main atrium.

“Oh, he’s still looking and it’s gross. This wouldn’t happen if you would have a man in your life.” Jin scolded.

“I don’t have time for that.” You retorted.

“We’ll see about that…” Jin teased. He let you head towards the podium where you were presenting your speech.

“Do you think she’ll be okay with us setting her up tonight?” Jungkook asked, approaching Jin’s side among the crowd. Not too close, just enough to appear as friends.

“No. She’ll hate us.” Jin snickered before drawing his attention back to you up at the podium.

You were a vision in your black swan-esque gown. Reflecting the darkness in a sea of white suits and gowns. Drawing the attention of every individual in the atrium. Just as you had wanted. Your voice, pristine, eloquent and commanding over the microphone as you told the story of the last King of the Joseon Dynasty.  They hung onto your every word. Even if it could reach a single person, how important these pieces of history were, you would be satisfied. Steven watched from the sidelines, hungry. You paid him no mind as you walked down from the podium, joining Jungkook and Jin within the crowd.

“That was a beautifully, inspiring speech y/n. I’m so proud of you.” Jungkook placed an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in for a side hug.

“Thank you Kookie, I appreciate that. Too bad it’ll be shadowed by Steven’s. He’ll claim this was all from his efforts. Let’s go get some drinks, yeah?” You tugged both men along, moving out of the atrium and into a side room where the bar was placed. A few floaters were hanging out, chit chatting about the latest news. You sat down at the bar, right knee bent over your left while Jungkook sat on your right, Jin on your left.

“What’ll you have, miss?” The bartender asked while wiping down a whiskey glass.

“Just a light champagne. I still have to dance.” You smiled. He winked and pulled out one of his best, delicately pouring it into a champagne glass and handing it over to you. Jin and Jungkook both order a small glass of whiskey on the rocks.

“Do you even want to dance? I thought you didn’t have a partner to dance with tonight, seeing as how you are so picky.” Jungkook poked you in the side.

“I’m stealing your man for a dance.” You poked him back, swallowing the last bits of liquid courage as Steven called everyone back to the atrium. Jin and Jimin tossed theirs back as well.

“You’re not stealing me. I’m hiding in the corner with Kookie until the coast is clear and we can sneak off to the bathroom so he can fuck me properly.” Jin sassed, raising an eyebrow at an open mouthed Jungkook.

“This is why you shouldn’t drink alcohol. You have no filter.” You chuckled before leaving the bar and heading across the hall to the atrium. The lights were dimmed as the orchestra prepared for the night. You glanced around the crowd that had gathered closer to the dance floor.

~God, do I really have to do this?~ You thought as you pushed through and entered the center of the dance floor. The idea of having to dance with Steven made your stomach churn. You pulled a lace mask over your eyes that had been tied to your corset. The finished piece to your outfit for the night. You waited quietly as the music began, lulling you into a trance. Swaying from side to side, letting it take you away. It had been so long since you had practiced ballet. However, when the music seeped into your veins and took over, it was like you had never stopped. Whispers among the people began, first commenting on your lack of protocol when it comes to dressing the required attire. Then it was about how no one wanted to dance with you, Steven having completely disappeared with a blonde bimbo after his speech.

That was just fine by you. You were more than happy to put on a show for everyone to see.  You were proud of yourself for breaking out of your comfort zone, not needing Jungkook or Jin to be your knight in shining armor. The tremble of the violin had you bowing deep, then spinning around until you landed in an unfamiliar man’s arms. Your back to his chest as his hands gripped your waist. He pulled you along, bending you this way and that, like a serpent hypnotized by the vibrations of the sorrowful cello. The whispers drowned out by the heavy breathing in your ear. He spun you around once more and bent you backwards, back arching beautifully as you hung close to the floor. Left leg held high as his hand came to cup your thigh exposed by the slit in your gown. Heat rushed down to your face as fingers tip toed from your thigh, up your abdomen and between your breasts. Scraping past the sapphire that hung heavy there until his hand grasped the back of your neck and pulled you back up.

Your leg dropped back down to the floor as he rolled against your body, pulling you along in an uneven circle, you barely caught sight of Jin’s and Jungkook’s wide eyes. As the music’s intensity died down, he pulled you close, breath falling on the side of your neck. Your heart raced like a stampede of wild horses as his left hand splayed across your bare back. Your left hand cupped within his right while your other hand found his shoulder. The crowd broke off in pairs, gathering closer to the center of the dance floor where you had been. The air, stiflingly hot. You didn’t know it was possible, but this man in a silver suit and lace mask to match, pulled you even closer, hip to hip as you swayed around the floor to a different song.

“You dance beautifully, all on your own. But I couldn’t wait any longer…” He whispered at the shell of your right ear.

“Couldn’t wait any longer for what, stranger?” You rested your chin against his right shoulder. Yes, even closer. His body radiating a heat that engulfed your sense, his scent lingering somewhere between feminine and masculine with undertones of citrus and earthy musk. It was absolutely divine and you took the biggest whiff of it, intoxicated already.

“We don’t have to be strangers...I’m Hoseok.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, left hand lowering even further down your back, resting just above your ass where the gown material began again. You couldn’t quite place it, but you know you’ve heard the name before. Your mind fuzzy from the buzz of the alcohol, adrenaline from the dance, and his personal scent.

“Y/N” You murmured back, mind dulling.

“I have a proposition for you, if you’ll listen.” Hoseok nibbled the crook of your neck, back stiffening at the contact.

“What would that be?” You giggled nervously.

“Let me pleasure you, treat you like the queen that you are.” His words smooth as silk against the goosebumps on your skin.

“I don’t usually fuck without at least a first date.” You countered incredulously.

“Then let me rephrase, be mine. I’ll pleasure you until the dawn. Then take you out for breakfast. We can see where it goes from there.” He pulled away from your neck, eyes penetrating your soul. He was dead serious. He wasn’t planning on letting you go, ever. The thrill of the idea, leaving your body tingling, wasn’t missed by him.

“Okay Hoseok, let’s see what you’ve got.” You challenge. Unbeknownst to you, his right hand already found purchase on your left hip, slowly slinking down over the exposed skin. You hadn’t been paying attention to the placement of his hands up until that right hand had slipped under the dress, ghosting over your hip bone. It easily found its way down your smooth mound, resting his thumb against the hood of your clit. Your fingers dug into his shoulders.

“What the hell are you doing?” You spoke through clenched teeth.

“Shhh, don’t make a scene. I just want a little taste of what will soon be mine.” He said innocently. Thumb scraping against your clit before shoving further down. Wet lips parting and a fresh wave of arousal dripping out.

“You naughty minx...no panties. Why is that?” He looked at you with a devilish grin.

“The d-dress is too hot. Didn’t want a panty line anyway…” You stuttered. How you managed to maintain proper dance steps while his thumb abused your clit was beyond you. Soon, it would get harder to control your mouth. You bit down on your tongue as the first moan attempted to bubble up your throat.

“Maybe...we should get that dress off you then?” He suggested, slowly guiding you out of the tight circle of dancers, to a darker corner of the atrium.

“We can’t do that here.” You warned, this was your place of work, not a place to hook up.

“Who said we were unwrapping you here?” He chuckled, his middle finger penetrating your folds, collecting a healthy scoop of your juices and bringing it straight to his mouth.

“Y/N...have you ever tasted yourself? Because if you haven’t...you’re missing out on something truly exquisite.” He praised, wiping the excess on his pants.

“You’re not needed here, right?” He asked, turning back to the dance floor where the music had changed to something a bit more lively.

“No, my speech is done and the dance is over.. I’m all yours.” You said with confidence.

“And what a speech it was. You’ll have to tell me more sometime.” Hoseok took your hand and pulled you out a side door, avoiding paparazzi that had lingered at the front entrance for any signs of you or Steven. His car was parked in valet as well, but he had already gathered his keys before he stole you from the masses. A silver Aston Martin Valkyrie.

“Wow…” you whispered as he helped you get in, tucking your dress much like Jin had done 2.5 hours ago.

“Close your mouth, unless you would rather do something to occupy it.” Hoseok teased, a hand resting on your thigh before he started up the car and sped off into the night.

A 15 minute drive led you to a private neighborhood, gated and guarded. Hoseok flashed a badge across a panel that opened the gate. He drove 5 more minutes up a winding hill before he came to a stop at was more a work of art than a traditional home. It was as if someone took cubes of deep brown and beige, and glued them together in an asymmetrical pattern. The windows, also being of the square variety, but wide open for the world to see. No blinds or curtains in sight. The house was lit up, emitting a warmth to the otherwise dark street.

It appeared to be three stories, based on the rectangular windows that showcased the rot iron stairs. A three car garage was directly in front of you, but off to your left was another garage that could house at least one car. That is where Hoseok decided to pull in. Shutting the engine off and pressing a button to close the garage door. He led you out of the car as if you were a fragile piece of glass that could easily be broken. You entered a hallway that led to a cozy minimalist living space. Cream colored sectional in the center of the living room with floor to ceiling windows facing the backyard and hillside.

A fireplace on a section of wall that didn’t have windows, was already burning a log. Leaving the room smelling like cinnamon and burning wood. Hoseok appeared behind you after taking his shoes to the front door. His right hand placed on the small of your back, led you to sit down on the couch so that he could help get your ballet flats off. Your feet ached even though you didn’t wear heels. It was probably the dancing. Hoseok noticed your discomfort as you wiggled your manicured toes, eyeing the red marks that lined your biggest and smallest toes from where the shoes had rubbed too much.

“Give me your feet, y/n.” He asked, reaching his hands for you to place them in them.

“I beg your pardon?” You scoffed, twisting bits of tulle between your fingers.

“Your feet look sore. Let me help you.” It wasn’t a request any longer. It was an expectation. You did as he asked, lifting your feet and placing them on his knees.

“Was that so hard?” He laughed. You crossed your arms over your breasts and shook your head.

“I don’t usually like my feet being touched.” You shrugged. He held your left foot in his hand, pressing his thumb into the arch and rubbing tight circles into the sore muscles. It tickled at first, causing you to wiggle your toes. He was gentle, easily gliding through the muscles as you sunk back down on his couch. Your eyes shut, breathing slowed down while he watched you. The way your lip twitches when he found a spot that was particularly sore. He moved to your right foot when he felt that the muscles in your left foot were sufficiently relaxed. You moaned softly, lips parting when his fingers dug into the meat of your right calf. Pushing the gown out of the way so he had better access to your smooth, tanned skin. He repositioned himself on the floor in front of you, shrugging his blazer off so that he could move freely.

You looked down upon him through hooded eyes, a slight smirk playing at your lips. His lips met the inside of your right calf, feather light kisses that felt like electrical shocks to the system. His teeth grazing the tender flesh the closer he got to the side of your knee. His molten amber eyes, never leaving yours. His breath tickling your inner thigh as he inched closer to the crevice of your thighs.

“May I? I’m rather hungry and aim to feast.” He growled, nipping at your skin. Your fingers clenched once more around tulle gathered in your lap. It was now or never. Too late to turn back with such a gorgeous man willing to ‘blow your mind’.

“Show me what you’ve got baby.” You whispered. That was all the permission he needed before wrapping his large hands around the backs of your thighs and pulling your body forward to the edge of the couch, hiking the gown up even further. You laid back as warm air blew over your core. A tongue lashing forward and breaking the already wet seal. It was like the flood gates had opened as he lapped up the arousal that had pooled out onto his tongue. Laving at the entrance and swiping up to hit your clit dead on. He was a ravenous beast, digging his fingers into the muscles of your thighs as he pulled you even closer, nosing at your nub as he suckled each lip.

“Fuck...y/n, I’m never going to get enough of this.” He groaned, teeth nipping at the hood over your precious nub. You were at a loss for words, or more like the words were caught in your throat. Heat flooding your body like a tidal wave. Pulling you down slowly into the depths of arousal where you never wanted to turn back. Your back arched, hands reaching to yank him up by his hair so that you wouldn’t cum too fast. You weren’t ready yet. You didn’t want this to end.

“Wait Wait! Fuck, Hoseok, please wait.” You whimpered, leaning over him. That didn’t deter him from sucking the soul out through your wet pussy. You crashed back down, hitting that wall that was your climax. Eyes screwed shut and a low moan, legs shaking and squeezing his head as he wrung you dry. When you began to convulse from over sensitivity, he pulled away just slightly. Mouth hovering over your mound. Chin dripping with your juices, tongue swiping out to clean himself up.

“I said w-wait..ah” You chuckled through your uneven breaths.

“Who said I was finished?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow. His raven black hair falling over smoldering eyes. You swallowed back a whimper as he gripped you by your hips, lifting you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist so that you wouldn’t fall, although you doubted he would even consider dropping you. He carried you out onto the rear balcony of the second floor, just outside of the living room. When you turned your head, all you could see was city lights far off into the distance, stars twinkling up above you. It was a truly breathtaking sight. He was lucky to have it. He didn’t care about all that at this moment. His eyes were glued to you. The post glow from your orgasm, leaving you looking even more radiant. He couldn’t get enough. His left hand cupped your cheek, turning you back towards him, his lips brushing against yours before fully connecting.

Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, fingers curling into the baby hairs on the back of his neck. You tugged at them softly, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. Sucking on your bottom lip until your mouth parted with a moan, tongue slipping past to mingle with yours. An intimate greeting, an invitation to ask for more. You willingly accepted, rather enthusiastically at that. Head turning slightly to the side as you bit down on his lip. His fingers dug into each globe of your ass, pressing your wet core closer to his hardened, clothed cock. How long he had been hard, you weren’t sure. Leaving you feeling a bit guilty for being selfish.

“Let me help you with that.” Your hand slipped between your bodies as he held you up. Your palm rubbing against his length as he sucked in a breath.

“Can I sit down first? I don’t think I’ll be able to hold you securely enough if you keep doing that.” He warned, nose pressed along the underside of your jaw as he walked over and sat down on a double wide chair.

“Let me see your beautiful body...let’s get this off of you.” He whispered, grabbing the tulle bundle up on your thighs, lifting it out from under you and pulling it over your body. He tossed it onto the deck, turning his eyes back to get a good look at you. Pupils blown in the moonlight.

“A true goddess, so divine. Thick hourglass figure, better than the finest wine.” He murmured, fingers tracing already hardened nipples.

“Oh look, you can rhyme…” You taunted playfully. Your hands combing back his hair as his eyelids lowered in delight.

“I can do more than that, my queen.” He said.

“Staking claims on me already? You still owe me breakfast first.” You reminded him, pulling his hair back enough to expose his neck to you. You bit down on the tendon that ran close to his jugular, excitement building when he palmed your supple ass. One thing still remained in the way.

“Why am I completely naked and you still have your pants on?” You sat up, grinding your hips against his clothed cock.

“Give me a minute longer. I just need to take you all in…” He pressed his lips against yours once more, tongue swiping across your bottom lip until you opened up. He sucked on your tongue until you were writhing in his arms.

“Please...Hoseok, just please…” You begged, growing impatient as you felt your own lubrication trickle down your inner thighs.

“Okay, hang on.” He requested, ripping open the buttons of his shirt. Your mouth watered at the dip of each muscle finely toned across his abdomen. A dancer’s body for sure. It explains everything that happened back at the museum, minus all the inappropriate touching that started all of this. He swiftly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, exposing softly, neatly trimmed hairs that matched the ones on his head.

“I see, I’m not the only one who didn’t wear something underneath…” Your finger dragged along the prominent vein of his cock hidden beneath the rest of his pants.

“If you want it, pull it out.” His voice aired the guise of authority as he guided your hand to take hold of his cock and pull it out properly. The first thing you noticed was that it was a decent size. Certainly bigger than some that you’ve had in the past. Thick too. Always promising when you had the combination of the two. You let your fingers tease the tip of his cock, spreading precum along his shaft as it came out in spurts.

“Don’t be a tease baby. Just hop right on it. Show me how well you take this cock.” Hoseok demanded, lifting your ass with both hands and placing you above his tip. You were sufficiently lubricated on your own, pussy still dripping from when he tasted you. You braced his biceps and inch yourself down. The weight of his cock heavy and heavenly against your walls. He groaned, throwing his head against the back of the chair.

“Baby, if you clench too tight, we won’t last long.” He warned, feeling your walls suction against the tip of his cock. It felt so good, too good to have a cock filling your to the brim, so full. You pressed a hand against your stomach as he lifted you up slightly, in an attempt to get you moving. When you hadn’t caught on just yet, he thrust his hips upwards, bringing you back down. Despite his warnings, you clenched even tighter, fingernails clawing at his pectorals. Moan after pretty little moan slipped from your lips as he watched you bloom with need.

“Mmmm, my little minx, sharpening her claws...do it harder.” He asked, the words barely registering in your ears. But you did as he asked, digging just a bit deeper, watching welts form where your nails had been. A beautiful sight on a gorgeous man…

His hands curled within your hair, yanking you back at an angle so that you could swivel your hips just right on his cock. The head grinding against your front wall, the sweet bundle of nerves assaulted with every stroke. Mind dizzying as his other hand kneaded your left breast, pinching and prodding at its pert nipple. A true work of art sat before him. He basked in your radiance as you took what you needed from him. Pussy leaking all over his cock. He pulled you back even harder, the tip of his cock slipping out to rub against your folds.

“Keep going baby…” He purred, rocking his hips against yours. Your lips tried to pull him back in, but he wasn’t having it, keeping his cock firmly pressed to the outside. The friction from your freshly shaven lips added a whole new realm of pleasure to him, a new experience. Within minutes you clenched down on nothing, gasping for air as your slick spurted out onto his cock. He ground hard against your body, a growl ripping from his throat as he yanked you back close to him and ropes of cum pooled between you. He rocked against you, whispering praises in your ear until he was finally sated, as were you.

Looking into your eyes, like looking into a raging sea, he could be a castaway and die a happy man. He would have to thank Jungkook and Jin another time. One thing was certain, he would clean you up. Give you a nice warm bath and slip you into some silky pajamas. Tuck you into his bed where he knew you belonged. In the morning he would take you to breakfast and there is where the real work would begin. Investing as much of his time that he could to learn every little thing about you. Because you were his. He would never let you go, not in this lifetime or the next.

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