Synopsis: Yoongi comes from an unallied group, and you get involved with him. He saves your life, and you discover a new kink.
Alternatively: Yoongi puts a gun in you.
WC: 2700~
Warnings: GUNPLAY!! This is the biggest one, if you are uncomfortable or don't like that, please exit now. Overuse of "princess". He likes you more than he should. Scene of death (not y/n or yoongi)
Smut Warnings: again, GUNPLAY. g in v (f rec.), nipple play, yoongi is a munch (as per usual), he's also a liar (professional here). Overstim. Might be it?
AN: This was meant to go out almost a week ago *sobbing sobbing* BUT i have three separate drafts for this, it was not going how i wanted it to. (probably still could be better). and then ALSO dan and phil confirmed phan this week. Also also... I was watching haegum and starting tearing up bc i miss this man.
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MATURE CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. MDNI 18+
Being the heiress of your “family business” sounds fun. Sounds like you shouldn’t have to worry about a thing for your future. Your parents have already set it up for you between making sure you would never have to worry about money or a roof over your head.
The downside that comes with it is all the danger. Strange and dangerous men out for your family, or worse, you.
It happens more times than you would like to admit. You are used to the feeling of a gun holster on your hip and your lovely bodyguard always three feet behind you.
Except he can’t always be behind you. Not when you sneak out of the estate at 2am because you’re on your period and if you don’t have the specific candy right then and there you might actually end up in jail for the night for the crimes you commit.
That’s when you meet Min Yoongi.
He was just sitting outside of the gas station. Leaned up against his luxury car, hair slicked back with a cigarette hanging between his teeth. You didn’t think anything of him, other than he’s hot, as you passed by him to go into the store.
When you come back out, that’s when he gives you no excuse but to pay attention to you.
“y/n.”
You turn to him slowly… how the fu-
“Min Yoongi.”
He bows politely. You don’t know what to think of him at first. This random hot man just called you out by name, introduced himself yet still didn’t forget his manners as he bowed.
But little did you know at the time that he would become a very important man in your life.
You can’t even recall how it all happened. One day you were on edge from him knowing your name, the next you were sneaking into his car so you could make out with him for a little while.
There was fun with your situation. You know where he came from weren’t exactly allies. There was danger, adrenaline and so many secrets. So many sneaky nights. So many hands over your mouth and grunted, “be quiet, princess. Unless you want people to hear us.”
You never thought of the actual dangers when you were with him. Not the target on your back. Not how everything could crumble if you guys were caught. And you for sure thought no strings. This was just sex. Just fun.
And that’s how you ended up now.
There was another target on your back. Another hitman. And this time you were with Yoongi. You were just at your newfound favorite alley, making out against the wall when Yoongi abruptly pulled away from you.
He noticed them before you did. Something twisted in his chest as he realized what was happening. He was quick to put himself in front of you.
Yoongi wouldn’t consider himself an angry or violent man. He just couldn’t help himself when the man said,
“Hand her over.”
Like hell he will, over his dead body.
The man was dead before he could even take another breath. Bullet through the air and into the man's skull. And fuck if that didn’t send a new warmth straight into your panties. Maybe its trauma, the way you were raised or the fact that he just killed a man for you but you can’t help your breathless words-
“Oh my god, Yoongi.”
“Shit, are you okay?”
And he looks so concerned. Brows almost in his hairline, hands shaky, gun still loosely held in one hand as he checks over you like you were the one he shot and not the man.
“Yeah, yes, I’m okay, Yoongi. That’s not my first threat.”
“Okay, good-”
“That was hot.”
“Oh.”
That’s when you pull him into a kiss. Desperate to feel his lips on yours again but with more hunger now. He groans into it, sliding his tongue between your lips as his free hand grabs you by your waist and tugs you towards him, unable to deal with any space between you. Fuck, he just protected you and you thought it was hot.
It’s a battle of tongues as your hands impatiently trail down his body. Feeling the hard planes of his chest to his stomach to the ever growing bulge in his pants. You palm him and he is so responsive, a soft moan escaping his throat that you greedily swallow as his hips buck involuntarily into your hand.
He pulls away to attach his mouth to your neck. Your head tips to grant him more access as you feel his teeth and tongue attack the soft skin. Your hand rubs him faster as your other finds his hair, tugging at the dark roots.
“Fuck, baby. Did I turn you on that much?”
And you can feel the smirk against your neck. All too smug bastard that you are unfortunately really attracted to and can ruin you in ways no other man has been able to before.
“Please, Yoongi. Need you. Now.”
“Damn, you’re crazy.”
The moment is only ruined by police sirens only because he can’t give into you right here and now. The moment is heightened because you two little freaks kinda like the adrenaline right now.
He groans unappreciatively as his forehead finds your shoulder. He takes a couple of deep breaths as he tries to regain his bearings. If either of you two were in a higher ranking, (more importantly him), the police wouldn’t be an issue. In fact, the police wouldn’t be an issue at all now. The issue would lie within the fact that when you both got back to your families later on, everything would come out. And unfortunately, neither of you are the bosses. Yet.
“Come on, we gotta go.”
He grabs your hand and drags you out of the alley, already having an escape plan like the smart man he is. Thank god you decided to be sneaky with him and not some bonehead.
You guys run for at least 10 minutes until you find a good enough spot to lay low for a while. Just some abandoned house. The furniture is covered in dust and the cobwebs in the corners but that doesn’t matter to Yoongi when he is pinning you to the nearest wall, picking back up where you left off.
His lips trail from your neck and down to your collarbone. Your shirt gets in the way of his path and he wants nothing more than to rip it right down the middle and off of you. But, he is still logical, knowing that you will eventually have to leave here and you kind of need your clothes back to do that especially because it’s going to be a long walk back to his vehicle.
His hands are shaking from adrenaline and the pure need to see you as he slips your shirt off, revealing your clothed breasts. God, if one more thing gets in his way he might snap. He does tear your bra off of you, the claps breaking in the back earning a gasped “Yoongi!”. Your nipples go from soft to hard in the cold and stale air. He moans at the sight, cupping your breasts with a muttered “you don’t need it anyway. I’ll buy you a new one.” before he pushes your tits together and takes both your nipples in his mouth. You moan, back arching off the wall and into his touch, hands fisting his hair as he swirls his tongue around the two small buds. His teeth gently tug on them, drawing out a delicious mewl from you before he continues his trail down.
The way he kisses down the middle of your stomach to your waistband is borderline worship. That’s because it hits him hard that he almost lost you. He almost lost the only person he actually gives a damn about. The only person that has made him genuinely smile for the first time since he was a child. The only person that has seen him at some of his most vulnerable states and still makes sure he is whole afterward. The only person that makes him feel more like a human and less like the man he was trained and raised to be.
He places one more kiss to your navel before your pants are yanked down and the fabric pools around your ankles. He places another kiss to your mound before finally coming to rest on his knees.
And fuck, if that sight doesn’t make your head spin. The man knelt before you. Face scarred up, long black hair still mostly slicked back. His suit still on and perfectly in place other than the top button that you managed to get undone. Someone powerful enough that he is next in line to lead. Someone skilled enough that he shot a man cold for you with no hesitance. That man now on his knees for you sends a new gush of warmth between your thighs.
He tilts his back slightly to look at you, naked and pressed up against a wall. He can smell your arousal through the thick dusty air. But first, he has one thing he wants to ask. He pulls the gun back out from his holster, smirk slowly pulling at his lips.
“So, princess… This turned you on?”
You nod your head. In all honesty, you don’t know if you just discovered a new kink, if it just made him look that much more powerful while he used it or if he used it to protect you is what turned you on. But you can’t deny how your poor cunt has been drenched and throbbing since then.
He smiles then. Gun trailing up your thigh and making your shiver, your walls clench around nothing but air as you feel the cool metal get higher and higher.
“Let’s see how much you really enjoy it then, hm?”
He drags the metal through your folds and your hips already buck at the contact. He chuckles darkly, the sound coming low from his chest as he guesses correctly. You are a little bit of a freak like him because even he couldn’t deny that this is only making his cock start to strain in his pants more.
“Now, princess. Do you want to take a guess if my safety is on or not?”
He asks as he gets the metal soaked with your slick. You whine and your hips roll against it. Safety on or off? Why is the thought of it possibly being off only making you even wetter?
“O-on.”
“Tsk. Wrong, princess. That means you have to be real good for me.”
He slides the metal into you, it slipping in with ease from how turned on and soaked you are. You gasp, willing yourself to stay still now with the knowledge he doesn’t have the safety on.
But little do you know, he lied. He does have it on and is being extremely careful to make sure it doesn’t get turned on and his finger is nowhere near the trigger. He would never be able to forgive himself if the worst happened. Losing you.
He pumps the small barrel in and out of you, your slick dripping down the metal and onto his hand. You can only think about how crazy this is. How you are literally putting your life in his hands. But dammit, you can’t deny the heat growing in you, how your pussy drips and how your moans only get louder and more unfiltered with every pump.
“F-fuck Yoongi… you’re crazy.”
“You’re only crazier, princess. You’re soaking my hand.”
“Feels s-so good. C-can’t help it.”
He pushes it in further until you can feel it hit that sweet spot inside of you. You can’t even control your hips and how they jerk with the new pleasure. He uses his free hand to hold your hips against the wall.
“Gotta stay still. Can’t afford me to slip, can we?”
“N-no, fuck.”
He pumps it in and out of you quicker now. You moan as you watch him with half lidded eyes, hands finding anything to grab onto which only is his hair as there is nothing else nearby except a wall and air. He accepts it though, hissing through his teeth as he uses the opportunity to go forward just that foot and wrap his lips around your clit.
“Y-yoongi!”
You mewl as the heat grows too quickly in your belly. He doesn’t let up though, going between swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking on it all the while using the gun to fuck you. Your hand grows tighter in his hair, not caring anymore if you mess up his perfectly slicked back long locks.
“F-fuck. Gonna c-cum.”
He moans in encouragement, already salvitating even more as he anticipates getting to taste your release. The vibrations send you right over the edge, your walls clamping and keeping the metal inside of you while he slowly swirls his tongue around your clit to help you ride your high. Your blood feels like fire and you are floating by the time orgasm finishes.
He pulls the barrel out of you, only to replace it with his tongue as he laps up every drop of sweet essence you made for him.
“T-too much. G-give me a m-minute!”
You whine as you tug on his hair and try to wiggle against his grip. Only for him to moan against you, your words barely reaching his ears as he gets drunk off of you.
“Taste too good, baby.”
The words muffle against your soaked core but you understand him anyway. His tongue works expertly to make sure a single drop of you doesn’t get wasted. He thinks it would be a shame if any of it were to make it on the floor when it could so easily be on his tongue instead. Once he feels your legs shaking from overstimulation and your whines waver is when he finally decides to give you some reprieve.
He stands up, keeping a hand on your hip to make sure you stay standing. He brings the barrel to your face. You look at it, intrigued yet cautious. Your heart starts beating faster with the metal now pointed at your face.
“Open, princess. ‘Want you to taste yourself.”
You look at the barrel once last time with hesitance, before making eye contact with him and opening up your mouth. Hell, he already had it inside you, if he wanted to use it for bad, he would’ve done it already. He groans at the sight. Eyes wide, mouth open with compliance but trust. He pushes the metal past your lips as they wrap around it. You moan at the taste of yourself still on it.
“There you go. See how good you taste now? It’s addicting, princess.”
He pulls it out of you with a pop from your lips still being suctioned around the metal. He wipes your lips with his thumb before sucking on it himself. Again, he seriously doesn’t want a drop to go to waste.
Once he is satisfied is when he starts looking for your clothes that he left.. All over the dirty and dusty floor. He grimaces to himself as he dusts them off the best he can.
“Yoongi? What are you doing?”
“Getting you dressed? The floor is filthy.”
He crouches down to pull your pants back up your legs, only making your confusion grow.
“No, I mean. What about you?”
That’s when he realizes and he chuckles softly under his breath, kissing your navel too gently before standing in front of you again to help you get your shirt back on.
“Princess, you will not be touching anything more in this place. Bad enough you are in here breathing this air.”
That makes you blink. But before you can even process just how much he means it, he slips your shirt over your head and you slide your arms through as he fixes your hair.
“Let’s get out of here. Been out long enough now.”
He grabs your hand and leads you out of the abandoned house. You guys have quite the walk back to where you started. He leans down as you guys walk, his breath touching your ear as he speaks.
“And for the record, we will worry about me next time. You just gave me too many ideas tonight, princess.”
I have not forgotten about week 2 of kinktober, they will probably be all uploaded through the weekend. Phan being confirmed has put me back down the phandom rabbit hole and i hyperfixate like crazyyy 🙃
My 26 yo self: I'm so happy for them, proud that they feel like it's time to share the truth with the world. I hope they feel freer and lighter, and that we can show our support without invading their privacy and we can prove we got better at respecting their boundaries
The 15 yo version of me that's trapped in the basement:
Synopsis: Kim Namjoon is your caring best friend. You find him wildly hot, so you always ask him to stay away while you ovulate. He never asks why he just listens to your boundary. Until you forget to text him the memo one day.
Alternatively: You're ovulating and sleep with your incredibly hot best friend all because he wants to help you.
WC: 5300~
Warnings: barely proofread, probably grammatical errors and typos. Smut!!! This work is 95% smut, adult language or thoughts.
Smut Warnings (18+ MDNI): mentions of masturbation (f. Receiving), light nipple play (f. Rec.), oral (f. And m. Rec), brief fingering (f rec), probably bad dirty talk, praise and degration??? (F rec), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), facial fucking (f rec), swallowing (f rec), no aftercare (thanks yoongi)
AN: the workout vlog has me feeling some type of feral over all 3 of them but ruff ruff Kim namjoon im SAT yes sir. Have fun ya nasties. 😘
Find pt.2 here
MATURE CONTENT UNDER THE CUT
Being best friends with Namjoon is a blessing and a curse all wrapped into one.
Exhibit A: He knows when you're on your period. Not because you're extra bitchy (even though you totally are) but also the 5% extra tint under your eyes. The fact you chose your aerie leggings and not your GAP jeans. How you started crying because you dropped your strawberry.
He just dims the lights and tells you to go sit. He will prepare a whole plate of strawberries and give you the hoodie right off his back. All the while putting two midol in your hand and a glass of water in the other.
Exhibit B: He knows when you're starting to get annoyed. The tiniest twitch in your brow. The deep breath as you try to keep all your annoyance internal.
He will pull up Spotify and start playing your comfort song. Watch how your shoulders slowly lose tension. How your breathing becomes easier now that you're not reminding yourself to breathe.
Exhibit C: He knows when he's not supposed to come over. It usually happens around the same time every month, within a week's range so he expects it at this point. You send him a text that morning that you don't feel good and don't want company. He respects your boundaries. He never asks why. Just takes it and goes on with his day. Maybe send you a text checking in but that's it.
Blessings.
The curse though?
The fact that he's mad hot. You wouldn't say you had a crush on your best friend, per say. But you cannot deny that he's stupid attractive either. 5 feet and 11 inches of; seductive dragon eyes, devasting smile that come with matching dimples that should have their own fan club, biceps that you want around your throat, large veiny hands that you also would love as a necklace, soft tummy to hide his abs that come out to play when those muscles get put to work, thunder thighs that you would gladly put your head between and dammit, he even has a nice ass.
You're not into him but you're into him.
Which is why that one day a month you tell him to not come over—
Because you're ovulating and fear you would go absolutely feral if he was within a 10 mile radius as you.
And today just so happens to be that day. Waking up to your panties drenched due to a hot dream. Needy already. Kind of unfair if you were to ask yourself.
Good ol reliable rosey comes out to play before you hop in the shower to hopefully repent for your sins.
Except that barely works. It never really works. Usually spending your ovulation the whole day just hopelessly horny as you watch edits of your favorite idol.
God, if only you had a boyfriend or just someone to satisfy those needs. But it's just you and your favorite battery operated toy that will have to make due until that lucky day comes. It's not like you have gone through these days at least a hundred times by now.
So when you bring your poor toy out for the third time that day, that's when it hit you.
You didn't send Namjoon the memo.
A click of your front door and a faint “Y/N?” coming from across your apartment over the sound of the faint buzzing happening between your legs.
Fuck.
You have never moved so quickly in your life.
You turn the toy off and throw it across your room like it burnt you. You quickly pull on the nearest pair of sweats.
“Just one second Joon!”
You call back out. Shit shit shit. You know you are flushed. Your panties are already starting to stick to you from the residual slick that you obviously had no time to clean up. Plus not that warm ache that settles low in your belly as you unintentionally edged yourself. Plus plus you're already ovulating. Plus plus plus your smoking hot best friend is here and you might climb him like a tree if he lets you.
You're doomed.
You walk out into your kitchen, Namjoon already raiding your cabinets to make tea. You are for certain that your hair is a mess, your cheeks are pink and you can feel the sweat on your hairline as it gets a little cold now due to the change in the air.
“Hey. Just figured I'd stop by for a bit. I had some time between practice and going to Yoongi's for dinner tonight.” He explains casually, focused on getting your mugs set up. Sugar, honey, and the tea bags while the kettle heats up.
But that is unimportant to you.
You are focused on the veins in his hands as his long fingers grip the mug. The twitch in his bicep as he braces himself on the counter. The way his Adam's apple bobs and you could just lick it—
“Oh, well you know I'm always glad to have you.” (Understatement) “How was practice?” How you managed to get that out? You don't know. You feel like it all came out in one breathless escape. And it probably did because that got him to finally look at you.
“Are you okay? Are you running a fever or something?”
And god you can't tell if him thinking you are sick is a blessing or a curse.
“Yeah. I'm fine. Maybe just a little warm.”
“You're flushed and sweating. Are you sure you feel okay? You look… dazed, too.”
“Joon, I'm okay. I promise. Please don't make this a big deal.”
“You know I worry about you though. I can make you some soup and the tea is almost done. We can sit and watch your favorite drama. I'll get you some medicine-”
He places a hand on your waist- innocent. Meant to be friendly grounding.
Except your touch starved hormone driven body doesn't care that it's an innocent touch from your caring, worried best friend.
Because before you can even stop it or even process what's going on— you're whimpering like a damn dog in heat. Which feels pretty close to how you actually feel right now. Next thing you know you're going to be on all fours and offering yourself up to him.
“Y/N? Did you just-?”
Mortification now settles in. Your eyes go wider than his thighs. Fuck stop thinking about him like that right now.
“No. I mean yes. I mean-” you groan. Frustrated with yourself. Frustrated with being a female and the stupid hormones that go with it. Frustrated that your hot and perfectly capable best friend is in your apartment with his hand still on your waist and you suddenly don't know how to be a proper human being. Frustrated with the unfinished business you had in your bed before he showed up.
You take a steadying breath which does little to clear your brain and make words possible.
“Namjoon, I'm going to say this as respectfully as possible and try to spare you the details as much as I can. But I am ovulating and if you don't leave in the next minute I might actually try to ride you like a bull ride.”
He stares at you, hand still on your waist, fingers twitching in his gentle grip. He takes you in- the flushed cheeks, the beads of sweat on your hairline, the way your bun is halfway fallen out, the daze- and it all clicks along with the explanation for your behavior you just gave him.
“Oh. OH.”
“Joon-”
“Is there any way I can.. help with… that?”
WHAT? PAUSE. HUH?
You look at him incredulously. Not believing the words that came out of your oh so helpful friend. You know he is always willing to help you out in any stitch, you just never thought he would help out with this. Nor would you have ever asked him to anyway. Hence why you always avoided him.
“You can't be serious.”
“You know I always want to help you out with your problems. I'm serious, let me help you.. if you want me to.” His other hand gently grabs your waist, now holding you in both of his large hands.
And he says it so sincerely too. As if it's even a question. Like this wouldn't change absolutely everything between you. Like he is offering to do your damn dishes. Which, fuck, he would look good doing that too. Wet hands, arms flexing, sweat dripping down his temple from being over steamy hot water-
You don't know what hormone monster takes over you as you grip the front of his shirt and pull him down into a searing kiss. And thank god he gets that memo quickly because he's pulling you into him, chest to chest. One hand going to the back of your neck just to hold as he kisses you back like it's his god given right.
You moan softly into the kiss and he gladly swallows it. His tongue doing little coaxing to get your mouth open as you are a more than willing participant. His tongue swirls around yours- tasting like the tea he probably drank after practice, the fruity gum you can always smell from behind his teeth and something undeniably him.
He pulls away, causing a small whimper to escape your throat before he attaches his mouth to the slope of your neck. You gladly grant him easier access, tilting your head to the side as he nips and sucks on your neck, pulling out sweet moans from your lips.
His hands slide down, grabbing the plush of your ass before sliding down to your things to lift you up with ease. You knew those arms were good for something other than just looking good. Your legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries you to your bedroom. Lips never leaving your neck the entire time.
He lays you down on the bed unceremoniously before crawling back over top of you, your legs parting with ease to accommodate him. One arm braces itself next to your head while the other slips under your shirt. Long fingers mapping bare skin making you shiver and arch into his touch. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into another kiss.
His hand works its way up to the swell of your breast, no bra of course because it's not like you were going anywhere or planning on seeing anybody today. A blessing now. He softly groans at the revelation, a sound going straight to your core before he flicks over your nipple just once to gauge your reaction. You arch into his touch, a soft gasp as you pull away from his mouth. He takes that as a good sign, taking the nipple between his fingers and rolling it gently, drawing another soft and pretty moan out of you.
“Joon~” you whine, eyes already glazing over with lust and pure need.
“I've got you. I said I would help, didn't I?”
And dammit you don't know whether to blame the hormones or him but there is no reason for you to suddenly feel jealous of every other woman that has heard his bed voice before you. Low and rough, like he is wrecked just from you getting pleasure. Just from some small touches. You can't even begin to imagine what he is going to sound like once the real stuff happens.
He sits back just enough to pull your shirt off. Eyes going dark at the sight laid below him. Your chest in uneven breaths, your nipples perked to the cold air and his touch, the goosebumps rising on your stomach.
“You're so pretty.” He mutters as he dips back down to attach his mouth to one of your nipples, his hand going to your free one to make sure it doesn't get left out. You can't even control the sounds escaping you. You are so sensitive to every little touch of his right now.
And he must be able to tell just how sensitive and needy you are because he doesn't stay at your breasts for long before he trails his mouth down to your stomach. Stopping at your pants, fingers hooked in them before he looks up at you. A silent question. A silent “do you want to keep going?”
You lift your hips which is all the answer he needs as he makes quick work of ridding your pants. Tossing them on to the floor and he thanks god he's already on his knees because the sight of you on your bed, needy for him and now with the extra knowledge of you being so wet he can see your folds through your panties? It would make a grown man, him, fall to his knees.
“Fuck.” He groans lowly. His tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip like he can already taste you in the air itself.
He leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your knee, a sweet contrast to the sinful kisses he's about to give you. He lips trail up your thighs until he is faced with your dripping heat. He licks over your clothed folds, causing your hips to twitch. He moans, savoring the pure taste of you.
“Knew you would taste sweet.”
You can't even question what he means by that before he's pulling your panties to the side to dive his tongue into your hole. Lapping up your sweet taste as an unfiltered moan crawls out of you. Your hand flies to his head, fingers tangling in his short locks in hopes to keep yourself grounded. He groans, pressing his nose against your clit as his tongue invades your hole.
Your hips buck helplessly against his poor face, trying to chase the fast growing orgasm that's impending in you. (Thank you denied orgasm from earlier + Namjoon now.)
He swaps his mouth out for his fingers, two fingers diving into you, curling perfectly against the spongy spot inside of you while his mouth finds your clit. Plump lips creating the perfect circle and suck. Your back arches and your eyes flutter shut. You thighs tremble around his head as your orgasm crashes through you. His name on your tongue as you start seeing stars.
“Joon- n-namjoon… fuck Joon..”
He helps you ride it out. Gentle circles on your clit with his tongue until your thighs and your hand in his hair go lax again.
He pulls away from you, sitting back on his heels to look at you. Drinking in your form and the mess you are. The bottom half of his face is covered in your release and you suddenly want to kiss him again.
“You feeling any better?”
He asks the most stupid questions sometimes for being the smartest person you know. Granted, yes, you should be better. You just had a wonderful orgasm thanks to him. But it's not enough. In fact, it only fueled your hunger for your best friend. Wanting to know what he tastes like. What he looks like. If his cock is as large as you can imagine it to be.
You sit up to earn a raised brow in confusion from him. Your hands find the hem of his shirt and he's quickly catching on. He pulls his shirt off with ease, tossing it blindly on the floor. Your fingers trail down from his chest to his tummy. Turns out, his abs also get activated from being touched too. Watching the muscles start to twitch and form under your fingernails.
Your hand trails lower to cup the bulge in his pants that he seriously was not going to mention because his focus was on you. A hiss comes through his teeth, his hope twitching forward towards your touch, trying to find more pressure instinctively.
“Wanna taste you too, Joon.” You admit shamelessly as you palm him through his jeans. “Can I?”
“A-are you sure?” He grunts as you give an experimental squeeze, holding himself back from just saying yes already. This is supposed to be about you and your pleasure.
“Please, Joonie.” You whine. You don't even care how pathetic you sound. You have fantasized about him countless times at this point. What he would feel, sound and taste like. “Wanna taste you. Want to feel you in my throat.”
His head tips back, trying to gain any morals he has left for this situation before looking back at you, his eyes dark with hunger and you know that you have won.
“Floor, knees.”
He commands gently. Your head is spinning at the tone, more heat rushing straight down to your core. Your soft spoken best friend just gave you an ounce of dominance and suddenly you are a dog working for its favorite treat.
You quickly move to the floor, dropping to your knees and your hands in your lap. He stands in front of you, taking just a breath to take this in. You on your knees, naked before him and oh so willing to put his cock in your mouth. He has to remind himself to breathe. He unzips his jeans, pulls down his pants and underwear until they drop to his ankles.
Now you are head on with his cock. And fuck, your imagination couldn't even compare with the real thing now in front of your face. A good 8 to 9 inches, a little over average girth, tip flushed and a bead of precum already forming again. It curves slightly upwards and you know it's going to hit all the perfect spots inside of you. Your mouth waters instantly, your pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation as you imagine what it's going to feel like.
You wrap your hand around the base of it before picking an experimental stripe from base to tip, licking the slit to taste the salty precum. His taste and scent is a little musky, due to him coming straight from practice to your place, but he still tastes like heaven on your tongue. He bites his lip to hold back a moan, not wanting to crack so early on and let you know he has been just as desperate for you.
You wrap your lips around the tip, tongue swirling around it like it's your favorite lollipop. Your eyes flutter shut as you take him further, savoring the taste and feel of him, hot and heavy in your mouth.
He groans now, his hand finds your head, not to push or take control, just to ground himself to the moment. Even though you kinda want him to push your head down and fuck your throat like your his own personal flashlight.
So, you try to get the message across. You grab his other hand and bring it to your head, looking up at him through your lashes as you take him down as far as you can.
“Fuck-” he groans under his breath as he feels your throat tight around the tip of his dick. Your smart best friend fortunately catches on. His fingers tangle in your hair as he gives an experimental thrust. You moan around his length as the tip hits the back of your throat again. That's when he knows for sure that he's got the green light.
“Three taps to stop.” He manages to grunt out, a small warning that you may or may not need before hes pulling out halfway just to thrust into your mouth again, the motion a little harder than the first one.
You gag around him, drool starting to form at the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin as each thrust is harder than the last all the while he mutters pure filth that you didn't know he was capable of.
“That's it, baby. You look so good on your knees for me. You like have your face fucked, don’t you?” You moan around him, causing another moan from him as the vibrations run through his cock. He smirks, then shows your poor throat no mercy. “Knew you were a dirty girl.”
He thrusts into your mouth relentlessly, chasing his own high. Drool drips down your chin, tears fall freely down your cheeks as you gag and moan around him. His hips eventually lose rhythm.
“Fuck, Y/N. Gonna cum down your throat. Take it like a good girl, kay?” Is all the warning you get as his hand tightens in your hair.
One, two, three more thrusts before his hips stutter, burying himself down your throat until your nose touches his happy trail. You gag around him as you feel his hot cum drip down your throat. Your hands grab his thighs as you ground yourself to just take it.
You look like a wreck, a beautiful one at least, as he pulls out of you. His cock still half hard as he wipes a tear off your cheek with surprising tenderness as he just fucked your throat raw.
“You okay?”
You are more than okay. You would have tapped him three times like he told you to if you weren't. You look up at him through teary lashes. He looks so concerned yet so beautiful like this. Sweaty, eyes dark and satisfied. A look you thought you would never see last your imagination and it makes you not want to let go of it yet. Plus, now you are dripping onto the floor with wetness that didn't come from your mouth. So you surprise him when you request-
“Can you fuck me properly? Wanna ride you. Please Joonie. Can I feel you inside me?” your voice is hoarse from the poor abuse your throat just endured but the need has never been more evident.
His cock twitches alive again. Going from semi-hard to standing straight at attention in front of your face.
“You're insane. And insatiable. Are you-”
“I swear to god if you ask me if I'm sure one more time while I am actively begging for you, Kim Namjoon, I will take matters into my own hands.”
He smirks at that one. He always loved your sass. He pats your cheek affectionately before leaving you on the floor, crawling up into the bed again, leaning his back halfway against the headboard as he lazily strokes his length. “Now what's this about you wanting to ride me?”
You all but pounce on him. Straddling his hips so that his cock restless between your folds and instantly drenching him with your arousal.
“This wet already, baby? Just from me using your mouth?”
He asks with a smirk, his hands gripping your hips. But you know he is equally desperate with the way his fingers twitch into your plush as he holds back from sinking into you.
“Oh shut up” you breathe as you lean down to kiss him, your hips grinding slowly against him, savoring how his tip catches against your clit with every drag. You shudder. He moans, his grip only getting tighter on your hips and he tries to keep you close and find as much friction as possible. You bite his bottom lip softly as you pull away.
Your hips come up, just to hover over him before you line yourself up with him. Feeling a little nervous due to the amount of time it's been since you've been dicked down but your need outweighs your nerves.
You sink yourself down onto him, your head tipping back, a small gasp as he stretches you open. You look back down at him- bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes half hooded and dark, his abs tensing with restraint to not move you or buck up into you as you adjust.
“Fuck, Y/N. You're s'tight. Sure you can handle me?”
You come back to your senses then. The dirty talk is hot but now you also have something to prove.
With one mostly fluid motion, you bring your hips up and then slam them back down, both of you moaning in unison as he hits the hilt, tip brushing your cervix deliciously.
“God, Joon. So big. I can feel you so deep.”
You moan out, your hand resting on his shoulder for balance as you find a rhythm that's pleasing for both of you.
“That's it, baby. Ride me. Show me how well you can bounce on it.”
He says through gritted teeth, his hands gripping your hips so hard there will probably be little bruises shaped like fingerprints as evidence for the next few days. Still trying to let you have the lead as he sits back and takes it. Lets you use him for your pleasure now.
A hand leaves your hip just so his fingers can find your clit, creating small tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. An unfiltered moan racks through you as your head tilts back, bouncing on him faster to chase your high.
“Yes, Joon. Fuck, feel so good.”
And he knows you feel good. Can feel it in how your core starts clenching around him. Can see it in how your stomach tightens. Can hear it in how your moans get higher and whinier.
“You gonna come for me, Y/N, hm? You gonna make a pretty mess all over my cock?”
He asks lowly before lightly pinching your clit causing you to tip off the edge with a gasp and then a moan.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck, m’coming Joon! Oh god-”
Another orgasm crashes through you, causing you to sit fully down on him, your hips rocking messily as you ride it out.
You can't even fully get over it before Namjoon flips you over, his cock still sitting deep within you as he rolls his hips in short thrusts, careful to not overstimulate you yet as he can still feel you trying to milk him dry as you go through the last few waves.
“Did so good riding me.” He praises, pressing a small kiss to your hairline before sitting up on his knees. A slow smirk pulls at his lips as he grabs your hips again. “Its my turn now.”
You can't even prepare before he is lifting your hips off the bed to meet where his are, pulling out and then slamming himself back in.
“Fuck, baby. You should see how your greedy pussy pulls me in. Creamed on my cock and still can't get enough, can you?”
You whimper and moan in response. This new angle hits that sweet spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back to see your brain that has logged out. He is merciless to your cervix, every thrust causing a small bulge below your belly button.
“Can you feel how deep I am?” He asks, removing his hand to press it gently over the bulge he is creating. “That's me, baby.”
You choke on a moan, the new feeling being slightly overwhelming in the best way possible. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as yet another orgasm builds quickly.
“Uh uh, Y/N.” He softly commands, feeling you building up for another orgasm. “Wanna feel you milk me as I fill you up.”
You can't tell if you want to whine or moan. Whine because why is he denying you when he's already given you two and he's had one? Moan because you can already imagine his thick hot load filling you up to the brim and dripping out of you.
“You want me to fill you up, baby? Claim this pussy as mine?”
“Yes, j-joonie. Want to feel you cum in me. Please, Joon. Wanna cum.” Your hands clutch at his forearms leaving small crescents in the tanned skin trying to find anything to keep yourself from orgasming too early.
He abuses your hole, thrusting into you with a new goal and that's to get you both to the finish line at the same time.
His hands move to grab your thighs and push them up to your chest, the new angle squeezing him delightfully and for you to feel every inch and ridge of his cock.
“Please, Joon. Need to come. Let me come. Please, please.”
And you never in a million years would ever beg Namjoon, nor would he ever make you. He's always on it before you even have to ask most of the time. But god it is music to his ears, next time (yes, he swears next time) he is bringing you to the studio.
His fingers find your clit again, it only takes 3 tight circles before you're right there, you just need-
“Go ahead baby, milk my cock. Come for me.”
You shatter for your third orgasm done by this man. Your back attempting to arch off the bed if it weren't for him holding your knees to your chest. His name screams from your mouth as pure hot ecstasy runs through you.
He's only one thrust behind you before you feel his cock twitching inside of you, feeling his warm seed fill you up to the brim like you said you wanted to feel. It causes your walls to flutter around him again as you feel full and finally satisfied.
Your body slumps against the mattress, your breathing still uneven as you look up at your best friend through dazed eyes.
“Holy shit.” You say breathlessly, a small hoarse chuckle escaping. You truly did not know Kim Namjoon was capable of all that. You feel like you're floating. And for the first time in a long time that you've been ovulating, you finally feel satisfied.
He rolls his eyes but it's fond before pulling out of you with a hiss of slight overstimulation. He plops down next to you, propping himself on an elbow as he looks down at you, brushing a sweaty strand from your forehead.
“I’ll ask you again, now. Feeling better?”
“Much.” You say with a smile that slowly turns shy as if he didn't just completely ruin you. “Thank you.”
“Hey, that's what I’m here for, right? I mean, you could even ask me again next month when you're ovulating again. Or just on a random Wednesday when you feel like it.” He says with a small smirk, like this is just going to be casual (it might).
You slap his chest but it's weak and you're grinning.
“You're impossible.”
“And yet, you were the one begging me.”
“Namjoon!” You flushed in embarrassment now. But it's short lived because soon enough there's a persistent buzz coming from Namjoon's pants on the floor.
“Shit- Yoongi's dinner.” He says as he scrambles to his phone, eliciting a giggle because this man got so caught up in you that he forgot about it and he never forgets about his friends.
“Hey. Sorry. I got caught up with…. Something. I'll be there soon.. ish.”
“I can hear y/n giggling in the background. Wait, did you guys finally fuck?”
“W-what do you mean, finally?”
“Im just saying. It was bound to happen eventually. Anyway, listen. Shower because ew I don't want to smell her all over you while trying to eat, then get your butt over here. I can't keep the food warm all night.”
He looks at you know, pulling on his underwear. “You good here? I can cancel on that asshole.”
“No, go. I'm okay. Probably going to go to sleep if I'm being honest.”
He sighs, a small sad smile on his lips because he really doesn't want to leave you like this. He tugs on his pants and shirt before crossing back over to you.
“Well rest well. I'll be back tomorrow as always.” He places a way too innocent kisses to your temple as you can feel his warmth starting to drip out of you and onto your sheets. “Also because 3 orgasms is kind of weak number for me and I have to show you proper aftercare.”
He says with a smirk and a wink, leaving your bedroom as you whine “namjoon~” already starting to horny again as you anticipate tomorrow promises.
I don't normally post about stuff like this here but I want to take a moment to circle back to my first ever fandom and acknowledge the situation.
The Phandom™️
The 12yo in me that discovered her first ever ship is screaming, crying and shitting her pants right now.
The 23yo I am today is still crying but with so many mixed emotions.
Firstly, I am so happy for Dan and Phil to be able to finally come out and say they are in a relationship. I am so happy that they have found some semblance of peace with where they are and in the journey it took for them to get here. I am so happy they have found enough trust with us and the rest of the world to share that piece of their life with us.
Secondly, I am filled with resignation at how they got here. Between the major invasions of privacy, the severity of speculation and just the sheer audacity some of these people had treating them like they were purely for entertainment as if they aren't as human as anybody else.
But if they are willing to forgive and look past it, then more power to them and it just gives me another reason to still love these two no matter how far I stray. They are stronger than I could ever be.
But with all that being said... the most important part is that I hope they are happy and finally get to breathe. I hope this gives them peace and the clean slate they deserve.
Side Note: a big pat on the back and internet hug for PJ for being such a good friend a secret keeper all these years. I hope he gets a breath of fresh air with this.
Synopsis: Kai is one of your customers with a secret obsession for you.
Alternatively: Kai is lowkey your stalker and gets himself off to you.
WC: 1700~
Warnings: Obsession/stalker behavior
Smut Warnings: masturbation (m), non consensual/unaware camera usage, brief fantasies of oral and p in v, stipping (?), mentions of getting caught, solo exhibitionism
AN: HIII!! Third installment of kinktober!! This one was fun to write as I am a dark romance girly. This definitely could have been darker but I couldn't do that do Kai :/ enjoy enjoy!
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Huening Kai.
You don’t know much about him other than he is the sweet and shy boy that comes in and orders the same small mocha coffee every morning at the cafe you work at. He always gives you a polite greeting and smile.
“Hello, y/n!”
The first time it threw you off guard. How did he know your name? Oh right, the nametag on your apron. Now you expect it and he never misses a day to greet you, to feel your name in his mouth. But he’s just being polite, right?
You only learned his name when his friend came with him one time. More quiet than the taller boy but no less polite. Ordering his drink with a small smile and even waving you off when you apologized for the delay due to the last shift not restocking the syrup he asked for.
You overheard their conversation as you wiped down a table next to theirs and that’s when you finally got to place a name to his face.
“Kai! You seriously didn’t do the reading?”
“I had more.. Important matters to attend to.”
Kai. You can’t tell if that name suits him. He almost seems too… innocent for a name like that.
Oh, but Kai is anything but innocent.
Because little do you know, he takes a picture of you with every visit to the cafe. He secretly takes videos of you as you work just to get you bending over while you pick up a stray straw, ass perfectly up in the air. Masturbation material for when he’s alone in his room later on and he remembers how his name rolls off of your tongue.
“Hello, y/n.”
“Hello, Kai.”
You will test with a smirk now knowing his name. You see his eyes widen for a second, followed by an almost too excited smile. Like he just won a prize that you aren’t aware of. But you brush it off. It’s just Kai.
“It’s actually Huening Kai but Kai works too.”
“And how many people call you Huening Kai?”
“Just about nobody.”
“Well then, Huening Kai, just another small mocha for you today?”
He almost came in his pants right then and there. His name rolling off your tongue and living in your mouth like it's supposed to be there.
“Yeah, just the usual.”
He will ignore the growing problem in his pants until later that night. He will imagine what it would be like for you to moan his name. For you to scream it as you came around his cock. For you to forget anybody’s name but his as he gave you orgasm after orgasm.
And he promises he’s not a weirdo. He just has a special fascination for you. He would never tell you, opting for playing the long game of kindness and showing up every day until you inevitably fall for him.
Because how is he supposed to confess his feelings without coming clean about everything else too? Kai hates liars, and even though he wouldn’t be lying about anything, he would be withholding information. He doesn’t want to scare you off before you even give him the chance.
You can’t find out that he palms himself under the table while you work just to give him some relief because you are wearing a new lip gloss.
You can’t find out that he once went through all the stores in the better half of Seoul to look for your perfume so that way he could spray it on his pillow. He eventually found it after a month. That night, he fell asleep hugging his pillow, as close as he’s going to get to cuddling with you. He woke up in the middle of the night, humping his bed with a small puddle of sticky cum leaking out of his boxers and onto the sheets beneath him.
You can’t find out that when he leaves the cafe, sometimes he has to find some place to jerk off to the secret pictures he got of you before he goes to class.
And you definitely can’t find out what his new favorite hobby is. His more “important matters” as he likes to call it.
He sits across the street every Monday and Thursday night, when you work the closing shift. Hand down his pants as you clean up shop. You have your headphones in, dancing while you clean. You look beautiful like this. Free and so blissfully unaware that the sweet, innocent Huening Kai is across the street stroking his aching cock to you.
“Fuck, y/n”
He whispers to himself, stroking himself faster when you start swaying your hips. Your ass perfectly hugged in your new pair of jeans. Yes, he noticed they were new, of course he did. He also knows that they are his new favorite pants on you. Hugging your ass and thighs so nicely and when you bend down, he can see the black lace peeping over the waistband.
He gathers the precum to stroke himself easier. He already knows that if he were able to see his cock, the tip would be an angry red. The veins would be thick and prominent. He imagines what it would be like for you to trace them with your tongue. He groans softly at the thought, gripping the base of his cock, not wanting to get off too early. There’s still act two that he has to make it to.
He slowly strokes himself as you continue to close up. Edging himself over and over until you turn off the lights and lock up. He pulls his hand out of his pants as you walk down the sidewalk, wiping the slick off on his jeans before grabbing his bag and following from the other side of the street.
He is so excited. Heart beating quickly in his chest, cock still rock hard in his soaked boxers from his precum in anticipation. Maybe partly nerves too. What if you were to ever catch him? Would you call him a weirdo? Never talk to him again? Get a restraining order? Probably.
But he also wonders if you would be into it. Catching him in the act that he secretly jerks off to you all the time. Going to the lengths of finding your perfume and following you home on the days you work the closing shift so he can hide in the dark. He wonders if you would give into his fantasies of being on your knees for him. If you would let him fuck you over a table at the cafe or against the tree he hides behind. Probably not. But a man can dream.
He takes his now normal spot as you get to your apartment. There’s a little seating area in the backyard. A few benches, an old grill, a small garden. He takes a seat at one of the benches, risky yes, but you haven’t caught him yet.
He can see perfectly into your bedroom window from here. You keep your curtains wide open, clueless to who could be possibly watching you from outside. But no need to worry, it’s just him. It’s just sweet ol’ Huening Kai.
Sweet ol’ Huening Kai who completely frees his cock to the night air now. He wraps his hand around his length, thumb spreading the new bead of precum around the head as he tucks his lip between his teeth to keep himself quiet.
He watches as you strip yourself from work.
Your hair comes down first, cascading down your shoulders and he strokes himself slowly, already completely entranced.
Your shirt comes next. He takes a guess as to which bra you wore today. The pink one. Your tits looked perkier today and it’s usually due to that pink bra of yours.
Bingo.
Your chest jiggles from the movement, causing his breath to hitch and his hand to go faster against his will. His hand glides along his length from all the precum only you can manage to get him to make.
Then goes your bra. He can’t even control the soft groan that comes from him as he watches them settle from being confined all day. Nipples perking quickly from the warmth of your bra to the chill air in your room. His hand works faster and he can already feel the heat growing quickly in his abdomen.
Your pants come next. He doesn’t have to guess what underwear you wore today. He already saw the black lace peeking out from when you bent over earlier. He breathes hard as he holds himself back from just fisting his cock until he cums. Only one article left…
Then your underwear comes off. He groans softly at the sight. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. He would get caught over and over if it meant he got to see this again. Fully bare and unaware of the man in your apartment’s back yard getting himself off just to you getting undressed.
You pick up your phone, possibly from a notification, maybe a song change. Kai doesn’t know and doesn’t care. He is about to cum all over his hand as you stand right in front of your bedroom window bare.
But then you drop your phone. He barely even processes you do that, orgasm coming fast already. You bend over to grab it, putting yourself on a perfect display for him.
He cums on the spot. White, warm and sticky ropes covering his hand and the bottom of his shirt as he groans louder than he meant to. That was the first time he had ever seen your pussy. It’s even better than he could have ever imagined. Perfectly puffy pink lips and just a little bit of your hole to be seen. It looks tight and he could only imagine how he would have to stuff his cock in you, promising that it would fit.
He doesn’t even hear your window opening. Eyes glazed over and nearly rolling into the back of his head as he continues to stroke himself through his high. Trying to keep the image of you in his head, not like he is going to forget it any time soon anyway.
“Huening Kai?”
That gets his attention. He snaps his eyes back into focus and they lock on your wide ones.
Synopsis: Your boyfriend comes back from a trip from Paris and you guys have fun with the new camera he bought.
Alternatively: Tae loves taking pictures of you during sex.
WC: 2000~
Warnings: barely proofread (sorry, not sorry), he's down for you, overuse of petnames (baby, jagi specifically)
Smut Warnings: erotic photography, praise, oral (f. and m. rec), fingering (f. rec), unprotected p in v, pullout method, brief nipple play
EXTRA SMUT WARNING: Please wrap it before you tap it. It is not fun or cool to have unprotected sex. My telling of it here is for FICTIONs sake. Having unprotected sex can result in pregnancy or STDs. Then again, I am not your mother. I cannot stop you, but you have been warned :)
AN: I totally meant to post this 2 days ago but it has been a super duper crazy week, sobbing. But thats why its barely proofread. Hope yall enjoy anyway?
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“Jagiya!”
You hear your sweet boyfriend’s voice through your shared apartment. You are quick to rise to your feet to greet him as he has been in Paris for 3 days now working on yet another campaign.
He scoops you up, your legs wrapping around his waist like a koala but he loves it. Hands supporting you by your thighs as he peppers your neck and shoulder with kisses.
“Tae!” you shriek with a giggle as he bites the spot that is ticklish at the crook of your neck.
“Can’t help it. I missed my baby.” He says with an all too proud smile as he sets your feet back down on the floor, his hands finding home as your hips as he pulls you in for a proper kiss this time. You sigh into it, his kiss is like coming up for air after drowning for three days. Dramatic? Yes, but not as much as him. Because when he pulls away, it’s not without leaving a kiss or ten on your cheeks, forehead and nose.
“You want to see what I bought for us?”
Your brows raise in curiosity. He always likes to bring home little souvenirs and gifts so you are curious to see what he brought back this time. Last time it was a bracelet. This time-
He pulls out a camera. A Polaroid to be more specific. Your brows furrow now, a soft pout on your lips as you go from curious to confused. You have plenty of cameras. To be fair, not a Polaroid but still… What is he planning?
“A camera?”
He nods excitedly, pulling it out of its case and turning it on.
“A Polaroid!”
He says proudly. Boxy grin on display as he brings the camera up to his face.
“Say cheese, jagi!”
You can't help but smile at his antics. Just what he wanted as the camera clicks, a small flash coming and going quickly. The picture rolls out only a few seconds later and before you know it, you're able to see it.
“Oh, look how pretty you are. My pretty baby.”
He says fondly, eyes affectionate as he shows you the picture. Your cheeks flushed from the compliment. He pockets the picture and puts the camera away.
“If you're still confused, I want actual pictures to take with me when I go on trips. Something to help me get by.”
Your heart warms but you can't help but give him a look anyway. One brow raised as you look at him skeptically. Like you know what kind of pictures he's wanting to take.
“Not like that!” He laughs nervously. You never said you were against it. He just… assumes now. “Okay, maybe a little like that. But only if you want to.”
“Tae! What if TSA sees them? Or you accidentally leave them out and the cleaner sees them. Or worse! Jungkook!”
You're not yelling per say just taken aback. You and Tae have definitely indulged in wilder fantasies but this one could easily get messy in ways you wouldn't want them to.
“I wouldn't. You trust me right?”
And you do, you do trust him which is why later that night…
“Fuck, baby. You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock.”
You're drooling around him, hair messed up from the grip he has on you. A click and a flash makes you blink a fresh set of tears down your cheeks, black streaks following from your mascara.
The picture rolls out a moment later, he grabs it and shows it to you. The picture developed through blurry eyes. It sends another gush of warmth down between your legs at the sight of you choking around him.
“My beautiful, jagi. Can you take more, hm?”
He asks as he shoves himself down your throat even more til your lips hit the base of him, nose pressed against his skin as you gag around him. Holding you in place with his free hand tangled in the back of your hair.
“Stay right there.” Click. Flash. “Good girl.”
You pop off with a gasp of air. He doesn't even take the new picture, just lets it fall to the floor as he helps you up and onto the bed.
He lays you on your stomach then pulls your hips up into the air, dripping pussy right on display for him.
“Jagi… you're dripping.”
You whine, your hips moving impatiently and that only stirs him on more. He already went 3 days without his pretty princess, how can he make you wait any longer? Well, except for another picture.
Click. Flash.
He doesn't even care about the picture for now as it falls to the sheets a moment later, taking his free hand to run a finger through your folds. Your hips instinctively buck back, trying to take his long digit in.
“Please Tae. Don't tease me.”
“Of course, pretty baby. You are doing so good for me.”
His sinks two long fingers into your desperate hole making you moan out, fingers gripping the sheets as you hold back from fucking yourself on his fingers.
Click. Flash.
Another picture that is starting to not phase you anymore. Perfectly capturing how your desperate pussy pulls his fingers in, covering them in your slick.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Be a good girl and show me how much you missed me.”
You rock your hips back, feeling his fingers reach deep inside you before shifting back forward til they almost come out. You hear him groan behind you.
“You're soaking my fingers, baby.”
You rock your hips faster. He curls his fingers to hit just the right spot eliciting a lewd moan from your lips.
“You're doing so good. You going to make a mess on my fingers, hm?”
“Yes. Wanna cum on your fingers.”
He props his thumb out, the pad hitting your clit every time you rock back only making you fuck yourself on his fingers even faster.
“Good job, jagi. You look so good like this. So pretty.”
Your hips stutter and he takes over. Fingers thrusting in and out of you, thumb now pressed down perfectly on your clit. Your walls flutter around him as your orgasm nears. Moans spilling out of you and into the sheet under your cheek.
“Right there, Tae. ‘M so close.”
“I know, sweetheart. Gonna make such a pretty mess on my fingers.”
His thumb rolls perfectly against your clit as he fingers go even deeper, curling just right to make you shatter.
“There you go, baby. Ride it out. So good.”
Your hips twitch, your walls clamp around his fingers as you ride out your orgasm. You're full of breathless moans as you come back down. Only when your walls stop fluttering does he pull his fingers out. He admires the slick you left all over his fingers before putting them in his mouth with a satisfied groan.
“God, you taste so good, jagi.”
You whine, as you look over your shoulder to see the lewd show he is putting on. Sucking on his fingers to make sure he gets every last drop of you.
“Tae, need you. Please.”
That brings him back to his senses. A soft “I've got you, baby. Don't worry. I'll make sure my good girl gets what she wants.” before he sits up on his knees and lines his still aching cock up with your leaking hole.
And god you're so sensitive with the orgasm he just pulled from you. He groans as you mewl when he sinks into the hilt. The tip is able to just kiss your cervix from the position.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Still so tight too.”
He thrusts slowly to savor the feeling but also not overstimulate you, make it as pleasurable as possible without overdoing it.
Click. Flash.
He had to capture the white ring you are making around the base of his cock from the leftover slick of your orgasm.
“So pretty. My beautiful angel. Wish you could see yourself like this.” He grunts out.
His hips go faster when your whines turn into moans again. Hips snapping against yours, balls hitting your clit as his tip hits far inside you. His large hands grab your ass, feeling the plush and using it for stability to go harder.
“T-tae! So deep! M’ gonna cum again!”
And he knows. He knows when your knuckles go whiter than the sheets. He knows when he can feel your walls fluttering as your body instinctively tries to keep him inside. He knows when your moans get higher and your face slightly scrunches up.
Click. Flash.
He knows the picture will be blurry. He doesn't care. He is in love with the sight of you. Right before you cum. During. After. He needs to capture it.
“Go ahead, jagi. Cum on my cock. Wanna feel you.”
You shatter around him again with a cry. Walls pulling him in as he struggles to hold back himself. He rocks slowly to help the both of you. Edging himself as you go through your orgasm.
He pulls out just to flip you onto your back. He leans down to capture your lips in a messy kiss. All teeth, tongue and soft moans. He doesn’t pull away as he sinks back into you in one thrust, swallowing your moan. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth before sitting up on his knees, wrapping your legs around his waist. One hand gripping your waist as the other holds his camera because he knows he’s not done with it quite yet.
He starts slow, of course he does. Dragging his cock in and out of you to make you both go mad.
“Feel so good, baby. Can’t get enough of you.”
“Tae, please. Faster.”
“Hold on, baby.”
Click. Flash.
Again, he wasn’t done. He hasn’t gotten a picture of you in this position yet. Laid out beneath him, hair a halo on the pillow, skin flushed and glistening, nipples perked into the air and your greedy pussy dripping around him from 2 orgasms and still wanting more.
He tosses the camera onto the bed haphazardly. He shifts your position again, hooking your ankles over his shoulders before finally showing your poor hole no mercy. Snapping his hips against yours as he finally chases his high and hits that delicious spot inside of you.
“Fuckkkk. Right there! Oh god, right there!”
Your hands grip anything they can find purchase to as your head taps the headboard with every thrust. Your back starts arching off the bed as this position makes you see stars.
He’s getting close too. Cock twitching inside of you as he desperately tries to hold back for you. But dammit, he already edged himself once, he missed you and how is he supposed to hold back when you feel and look like heaven personified?
He reaches one hand toward your nipple, rolling it with expertise to get you right there.
“G-gonna cum again, tae!”
“Cum for me, jagi. You look so pretty when you fall apart on my cock.”
He hits the perfect spot in you while giving your nipple one good pinch before you fall apart yet again. Seeing stars as your back arches off the bed on your third orgasm. He has to will himself with every last bit of restraint he has to not cum in you.
But he manages to hold back until your back finds the sheets under you again. He pulls out, stroking himself just twice before he’s painting your chest and tummy with white warm ropes. He groans in approval at the mess he made on your and the sweet release that comes with it.
Once he empties himself almost to the point of overstimulation, he picks up the camera again.
“Say cheese, sweetheart.”
You give him a blissed out smile. He knows this one will be his favorite when he’s alone on his trips.
Smut Warnings: mommy kink, orgasm denial, sub!soobin, talk of breeding, brief nipple play (m. rec), crying (m.), unprotected p in v (hence, breeding)
EXTRA SMUT WARNING: Please wrap it before you tap it. It is not fun or cool to have unprotected sex. My telling of it here is for FICTIONs sake. Having unprotected sex can result in pregnancy or STDs. Then again, I am not your mother. I cannot stop you, but you have been warned :)
AN: ahhh hihi!! This is my first little bit into kinktober! Its just a small drabble as I get the ball rolling into this. There should be longer ones to come. Hope you enjoy!!
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MATURE CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. MDNI 18+
You were on the third orgasm denial for your sweet little boy beneath you. Your hips rolling in deliciously tortuous circles. You watch as his hands twists in the soft sheets, his jaw slack and his eyes forming pretty little tears.
“P-please Mo-Mommy. Pl-ease. Want to c-cum.”
His voice is wrecked. Slurred, half sob-half moan.
Your bottom lip juts out in a faux pout.
“Does my pretty boy want to cum in me? Hm? Wanna fill mommy up?”
You coo, only to feel his cock twitch inside you once again. You stop your movements, keeping him deeply nestled inside of you with no friction. He chokes out a sob, his hips bucking up trying to gain friction again. He was so close!
“Not yet, sweetheart. Can you hold it a little longer for Mommy?”
He nods, his bottom lip caught tightly between his teeth as he tries to use the little strength he has left to hold off for you.
“Good boy.”
He whimpers from the praise as you start bouncing on him relentlessly, now focusing on your pleasure too so he can cum. He’s been so good holding back for you. Your hand finds your clit, rubbing steady circles as you clench around his length.
He becomes a mess of moans and tears. No more coherent words coming from his pretty mouth as you fuck him dumb. Just slurred ‘yes’, ‘mommy’ , ‘please’.
“Does my good boy want to put his baby in me?”
“Y-yes! Ple-ease! Such a-a good mo-mommy.”
Your fingers rub your clit faster, a moan finally slipping free and Soobin almost cums on the spot. But he holds back. He’s going to prove he can be a good boy for his mommy, even when his brain has 1 half-functioning brain cell left.
Right before your own orgasm crashes over you. Your free hand finds Soobin's nipple, tweaking it to make him mewl under you, his cock twitching inside you and you know he's right on the brink. His abs tensed up, knuckles white in the sheets, eyes rolling back as tears run down his temples and drool drips out of his mouth.
“Go ahead. Be a good boy and stuff Mommy's womb.”
His release comes with a broken moan. His back arches beautifully off the bed as his hands fly to your hips to keep himself buried to the hilt. His eyes squeeze tight as your own orgasm crashes around you and constricts his already sensitive cock, milking him dry.
“Good boy. Did such a good job for Mommy.”
You coo breathlessly, leaning down to pepper kisses to his tear stained face.
His response comes in dumb mumbles of ‘love you’ and ‘m your g'boy’ as he wraps his trembling arms around you and pulls you to his sweaty chest.
AN: Hey yall! I've always wanted to do a kinktober for as long as I've been on Tumblr (which has been a long time 🫣). Some of these pieces are going to be obv kinks I feel? Im still fairly new to writing so im taking the easy way out with some of these. These pieces will also range from drabble to one shots and a mix of BTS and TXT.
All pieces of work will be 18+ MDNI
Week 1:
1. Soobin - mommy kink, dumbification, o denial, breeding
Synopsis: Namjoon comes back to your apartment the next day with promises to fulfill.
Alternatively: Namjoon proves he can give you more 3 orgasms and knows at least basic aftercare.
WC: 6400~
Warnings: Brief mentions of what are we doing at the end. kinda proofread, still probably gramatically incorrect here and there, maybe one or 10 typos I missed.
Smut Warnings (18+ MDNI): light power play?, grinding, namjoon is lowk kinda mean, dom?joon, nipple play, one hickey (f rec), hair pulling, hand necklace, fingering (f rec) oral (f and m rec), overstimulation, brief crying, mention of squirting, praise and degration all wrapped into one?, brief facial fucking, unprotected p in v (plz for the love of all things holy, wrap it before you tap it), aftercareeeee redemption
AN: I have been sicky since I posted the last one and I wasn't planning on writing a second part at all BUT I got such good feedback on the first one and my sick dazed mind would not stop talking about him sooo here we are.
MATURE CONTENT UNDER THE CUT!! MDNI 18+
After your last meeting with Namjoon, to say you were full of nervous anticipation would be an understatement. He promised you more than three orgasms and proper aftercare! How are you not supposed to be a ball of nervous excitement?
But, alas, you try to not let it get to you.
You take a shower as you reek of BO and sex (probably will be pointless). And yes, you checked your hips that he had a firm grip on yesterday. Not too much of your surprise, there's faint bruises shaped like his fingertips branded into your skin for the next few days. You change your sheets because they smell like sex and Namjoon and they are cum stained now since you fell right asleep after he left and didn’t get back up until morning (probably also pointless).
You clean your apartment, you doom scroll tiktok, you read your book… none of which helps the twisting warmth growing deep in your belly. You act like you have never hung out with your best friend before. Except you haven’t, not with the promise of an ungodly cock and multiple orgasms by the end of the day.
He didn’t even tell you when he was coming over. I mean, he hasn’t ever before. Sometimes coming over early in the day and not leaving until it was late and he should have left hours prior. Sometimes coming over for just a few hours for dinner. Sometimes sneaking in a few minutes because he needed his safe space during his hectic schedule. Sometimes, yesterday for example, coming over with the intentions to have tea and chat for an hour or so and end up fucking you senseless instead.
So when he knocks on your door right before you start cooking dinner (just out of courtesy at this point), your soul wants to jump out of your body.
“Hey! Got room for another cook?”
And that’s how he greets you as he slips off his shoes and pads into your kitchen, paper bag in clutch holding more ingredients, as if he wasn’t balls deep in both your throat and pussy the evening before. As if this is just best friends hanging out and cooking dinner before.
“Do I want my kitchen burned down or you slicing your hand open? No. But I will accept the extra help and food so I guess you can be on mixing duty.”
You settle for casual banter, following him into the kitchen with barely stable feet. Watching him for just a moment as you normally do. How he fits in your space like it was never a question. How you now know what those hands, arms and hips can do-
“Good, cause I plan on having you stuffed to the brim.”
You can feel you heat up from your cheeks to your chest at the implications. “Stuffed to the brim.” You can name multiple ways he had you stuffed to the brim just less than 24hrs ago. You can already feel your arousal starting to form a wet spot in your panties and he hasn’t even been here for 5 minutes. Unfair!
“Namjoon, you can’t just-” you half groan half whine, his eyes going wide as he now realizes what he said could have meant.
“I-I meant the food. The food, Y/N. I mean, I also planned on showing you I’m better than 3 orgasms too but that’s only if you are still okay with that! We can just have food tonight, there is no pressure! There can just be food on the table!”
“Food sounds great, let’s just start with that?”
He offers you a shy smile, grateful you aren’t pushing him away even though he made it clear he has more than just the one intention of being in your apartment today.
You eventually fall back into familiar territory. Well, as familiar as it can be. Bantering as you both talk about your days and cook.
“Jungkook put me through the wringer today. I know the boy has been diagnosed with ADHD but he seriously just runs circles around me. ‘Just one more time, Namjoon hyung! I messed up during the bridge’. I swear Yoongi hyung was about to collapse or just go home.”
“You’re just mad because he has more stamina than you. You’re not as young as you once were, old man.”
“Oh trust me, I still have plenty of stamina. I just didn’t want to waste it all today at practice.”
And you hate the way that gets your cheeks to warm up again. How a shiver goes down your spine and yet another gush of warmth goes straight to your core. You steady yourself though, you’re not as desperate as you were yesterday. You will be damned if you are on your knees begging for him again. You are not ovulating. You are a strong woman, now. He just caught you in a moment of weakness yesterday.
“Yeah? I think you are just trying to preserve your ego now. Just admit it, you can’t keep up with the maknae anymore.”
He chuckles. The sound low and rumbling from his chest.
“Just wait, if this night ends how I want it to…” He leans down, close enough that you can feel his breath on your ear, smell the damned fruity gum he is chewing. “You will find out just how much stamina I really have.”
And he leaves you there like the smug asshole he is to grab the dishes. Damn you, Kim Namjoon. He hasn’t even touched you and you already want to say screw dinner, you have something else you would much rather put in your mouth. A curse is what he is.
-
Dinner goes.. Surprisingly innocent. No more smug, teasing comments from him as you eat. A drama you both have watched (and cried over) playing more for background noise more than anything. Though, you can’t help the growing coil of anticipation with every bite you two take. Dinner can only be a buffer for so long. Granted, you know he won’t force you to do anything you don’t want but the issue isn’t not wanting it. The issue lies within how badly you do want your best friend. How easily he can get under your skin and your panties wet with just a few words. Hell, just existing next to you.
His fingers that you now know what feel in and around you holding his chopsticks, veins flexing every time he grabs another bite. His thighs sat wide next to you on your couch that you now know how they feel under your hands as he orgasms. His mouth as he chews his food, now knowing what it feels like on your mouth, your skin, your heat-
Dinner is over far quicker than you wanted it to be as you are now hungrier now than when it first started.
You take your dishes to the sink while Namjoon, your too helpful of a best friend, wipes down the coffee table and fixes the couch cushions. He is a blessing actually.
He joins you at the sink only a minute later.
“Need any help here?” He asks, hand resting too casually on the small of your back. You are overly aware of presence. Now being able to smell his expensive cologne, his body heat as he stands close, how his hand slowly makes a brand into your back. You resist the urge to lean into his touch.
“Not really, I think I can manage the few dishes from just the two of us.”
“If you say so. I’ll be on the couch waiting for you then. Don’t make me wait too long.”
And to make matters worse- better?- he gives your hip a light squeeze as he leaves you alone in the kitchen again.
And it’s not like you and Namjoon don’t exchange casual touches. Leaning on his shoulder during movie nights, his hand on your back as he passes just to let you know he’s there, holding his hand when he needs some support. He has even held you all night during one of your worst break ups before. But every touch feels loaded now. It holds a new weight and heat to it.
As you get done with the dishes and turn the water off, you wonder how long you are going to play the act that you both aren’t wanting the same thing. You look over the island in your open concept apartment to see him scrolling through his phone on the couch. He just seems so… nonchalant about the whole thing while you are actively imploding as you try to make this all seem so normal.
You gather the little bit of courage you do have. Bye bye hormones that made you confident yesterday. This is now raw, unfiltered you and the want that you have for your best friend.
As you plop down on the couch next to him, he is quick to forget about his phone. Locking and dropping it on the coffee table and putting his full focus on you. Arm coming around your shoulders to pull you into his side, your head falling onto his shoulder with familiarity.
You try to actually watch the drama and not focus on him. Not focus on the strong arm around you. The expensive cologne that is slowly infiltrating your nose. His strong thigh pressed against your more plush one. His tummy is soft and relaxed but you know what happens to it when you touch it. The sounds he makes. How dark his eyes get.
Your thighs push together before you can even stop it, and that’s when you know he has been more focused on you than the drama as well. His fingers twitch on your shoulder and you feel his breath hitch under your head. There is the crack in the dam you were looking for.
“Joon..” you breathe, tilting your head just so you can look at him. You see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. He is more affected by you than he is letting on.
He hums in question, turning his head to look at you. Again, giving you his full attention like the attentive person he is. His gaze flicked down to your lips for a brief second, like he couldn’t control it.
That’s when you finally make your move.
You shift, sliding on to his lap so you are straddling him with ease. His hands automatically find your hips and you can already feel him twitching to life under you. Your hands find his shoulders before you lean in to kiss him.
This kiss isn’t as fast and sloppy as it started yesterday. There is no race against needy hormones. This is you and Namjoon with nothing but patient hunger on your side. You sigh into the kiss. A hand comes up to your jaw to guide you as he deepens the kiss. His tongue coaxes your lips open with ease. Your tongues swirling and exploring. He tastes like the dinner you guys shared tonight and still that indescribable taste that you will soon come to associate with him.
You moan at the taste of him, causing him to use his one hand to push you down harder on his ever growing bulge. His hand on your jaw moves to tangle in the back of your hair, tugging enough to make you gasp and pull apart from him. A line of spit connecting your lips that you cannot even be bothered to care about and it seems neither can he as he connects his mouth to your neck. He places hot open mouth kisses to the column of your throat, eliciting soft moans from you as you shift on his lap. He groans softly, lips brushing against your throat as he murmurs, “Go ahead, baby. Show me how bad you want me.”
And you gladly do just that, already looking for friction as everything he has said and done (plus the anticipation all day) has been a massive tease. You grind down on him, rolling your hips and feel a sense of pride as you feel him grow and twitch beneath you. He bites down on your collarbone where your shirt started to slip, not enough to leave a mark - he’s not stupid, but definitely enough to pull out another moan and your hips to twitch.
His hands snake their way under your shirt, calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps with every inch of skin he finds. They travel up, up, up until they find- to his disappointment- your not so braless breasts.
“Making me work for it tonight, hm?”
“It wouldn’t be as fun if I just handed myself over to you every time, would it?”
You counter but your voice is already breathless as he reaches behind you and undoes your bra with one hand. Damn him.
“Don’t worry.” He says smugly, hands already going to your breasts, pinching your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making sure you can’t retort this time. “I’ll still have you on your knees and begging for me by the end of the night.”
You gasp and arch into his touch. You have come back because you told yourself that you are for sure not begging for him again (lies). But the words die on your tongue as soon as he lifts your shirt up, his mouth eagerly going to a nipple. Swirling the little bud in his mouth with his tongue as his other hand of course doesn't forget your other one, pinching and rolling the other in his fingers causing you to mewl. Your hands tangle in his hair, he groans as your nails scratch his scalp.
“J-joon- not fair!”
He doesn't care about fairness though. He takes your nipple between his teeth, not to hurt but just to tug lightly. You grind down firmer on his lap, your panties already starting to stick to your folds as you feel his hard length drag across your clothed center.
He eventually pulls away from your abused nipples, only to attach his mouth to the swell of your breast. He sucks a pretty mark on you, using his teeth to make it even darker. He may not make marks on you where it's visible, but anywhere else? That's a free game to him. Possessive? Maybe a little. But there's something he loves about seeing his marks on such pretty skin.
He rids your shirt finally, tossing it somewhere for you to find later. Like a little sinful scavenger hunt.
“Fuck, look at you.” He coos, fingers running too gently from your collarbone all the down to the waistband of your shorts. You shiver and whimper, wanting more more more-
“Namjoon-”
“Gonna beg for me already, baby? I thought you were stronger than that.”
You don't know what happens to your people pleasing, soft spoken best friend when he's about to have sex but god you want to slap him and beg him at the same time. All feminism leaves your body (and apparently his) as he trails his hand lower to cup your clothed core.
“I bet if I were to take these off-” he presses down, your hips bucking instinctively. He pulls his hand away with a smirk before you can gain any semblance of friction. “-you would already be soaked. Wouldn't you?”
Your cheeks blaze because you know he's got you right where he wants you. Needy, soaked and the words to beg him right on the tip of your tongue.
But you refuse to back down, you refuse to give into him so early.
So your fingers dip under his shirt and your mouth goes down to his neck. His hands find your hips again, fingers digging into the plush and makes you grind down against him.
Your nails scratch gently down his chest and to his soft stomach. You don't even have to look to know his abs are starting to peak out from the stimulation, you can feel the firm bumps forming under your fingertips. Your mouth works hungrily on his neck, teeth scraping just enough to hear him groan and for his hips to buck up into yours.
And you know you have him where you want him now when he flips you onto the couch, pinning your body beneath his. His mouth instantly on your neck, working a hot trail all the way down to your shorts. He hooks his fingers and is dragging them down along with your panties before you can lift your hips to make his life easier.
He groans at the sight of you. Legs parted, chest rising and falling unevenly, nipples perked up, the mark he made on your right breast.. the way your pussy is soaked in your arousal just like he predicted.
“Ah look at that~” He drags a featherlight finger through your slick folds, you whimper and try to chase his touch. It's gone as quickly as it came though as he brings his finger now coated with your arousal to his lips, tasting you. “Knew you would already be wet. Still as sweet as I remember too.”
You whimper, and dammit, you can't even stop the words from flowing out of your mouth. Your defiance and will fading away as you lie naked and waiting for him to touch you properly.
“Namjoon, please.”
His eyes darken so much you can watch it happening. The way this was starting as just a little game of who can cave first into their desires into-
“Please, what? I know you can use your words.”
You groan in frustration, your core clenching around nothing but thin air as he trails his fingers up your thighs but stopping right where you so desperately want him.
“Please touch me. Please, Joonie.”
“See? All you had to do was ask nicely, baby.”
Two long fingers dive into your core with ease. You moan, your fingers grabbing at the cushions. He curls his fingers just right, his thumb coming up just to put pressure on your clit. Not wanting to give you the full satisfaction yet.
“Joon, please.” Your hips buck against his hand but it's pointless as he uses his free hand to hold you down. “Please faster. More.”
“You see I would,” he starts, taking his fingers out of you just to use his now wet fingers to circle your clit a few times, “but fuck, you're too beautiful like this. You understand, don't you?”
He thrusts his fingers back into you, going just a little faster, thumb back on your clit but still just holding pressure there. You moan and your back arches. You feel the heat starting to coil deep down but you know this alone won't be enough. He knows this alone won't be enough- that's kind of the point.
He goes between fingering you to circling your clit, never letting you get close enough to the edge. Every time your core starts clenching or he sees your belly get tight, he would switch it up until you are a desperate mess beneath him.
“Please, Joonie. Please let me come. Want to come so bad. Please, please.”
And those are the words he was waiting for. His fingers thrust into you quickly now, fingers curling at the spongy spot and his thumb finally circles your clit in time. You're seeing stars as you quickly approach your orgasm after he built it so slowly.
“You going to cum on my fingers? Drench my hand in your cum, hm? If you do, I’ll let you taste it yourself. You taste so sweet, baby.”
And you’re not sure if it’s the way he’s talking to you like you are the most delectable meal he’s ever had or if you were just that close but you make good on his words.Your eyes roll back and your back arches off the couch with his name on your tongue as your orgasm finally burns through you.
“There you go, baby. That’s it.” He murmurs, talking you through it as he lets you ride it out. “You’re so pretty when you fall apart for me.”
When you finally relax back against the cushions in your post-orgasm daze, only then does he remove his fingers from you. He brings them up to your lips, tapping his fingers against your lips and you open immediately to his silent request.
“See how sweet you taste?” He asks as you greedily suck his fingers, tasting yourself and his own skin on your tongue. You moan around his fingers before he pulls them out with a soft ‘pop’.
“That’s one. Now it’s my turn to get a proper taste.”
You had completely forgotten about his promise to make you orgasm more than three times, only being reminded after he lowered himself to your glistening pussy, lapping at your release like it was his last meal. He moans as his tongue works feverishly to get every last drop. Your hands fly to his hair, squirming beneath him as you are so sensitive now.
“T-too much, N-Namjoon. I can’t.”
He only chuckles against you, the sound dark like he isn’t planning on stopping no matter overstimulated before. He isn’t.
“You can do it, y/n. You still have two more before I finally fuck you.”
You whimper and try to relax back against the cushions but it’s fruitless as his lips create the perfect suction around your clit, causing you to cry out and squirm again. Your second orgasm is fast approaching due to the extra sensitivity. He curls his two fingers in you again and you swear you see stars.
“Oh god, oh god-”
“Not God, y/n. Apparently I’m not doing a good enough job if you forgot my name already. Let’s see if I can jog your memory here.”
He pumps his long fingers in you so deep they brush the hilt as his mouth sucks hard on your clit. Next thing you know, you're coming again.
“Fuck, Namjoon!”
“There we go~ I knew you could remember.”
The words barely even reach you as you are up in the clouds, your second orgasm only hitting stronger than the first. He lets you ride out your second one too. Thumb barely brushing your clit as he pumps his fingers shallowly and slowly as you come back down.
“There she is. There’s my pretty girl.” He praises as he sees you just start to relax. “Just one more for me, baby. Think you can do it for me?”
You whine, your thoughts are barely coherent. All you are sure of is he is a god with his hands and mouth and you know you are definitely going to be way too sensitive.
“I c-cant, Joon. T-too sensitive.”
But the way your pussy clenches around his fingers and the moan that comes out of you as he pushes his soaked digits in further tells him otherwise.
“Just one more, baby. You can do it for me.”
He is relentless. Another blessing. Or curse. You are too dazed to figure it out right now.
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from overstimulation as he eats you like a starved man now. Large hands holding your thighs to keep you close as his tongue goes between diving in your hole to licking your clit.
You are a blubbering mess at this point. Tears freely running down your temples and into your hairline as your orgasm builds so quickly it’s blinding. The only coherent word coming out of your mouth-
“Namjoon! T-too much, Joon. M’coming too fast. Namjoon.”
And the next second you are seeing white, your release gushing all over his face. He moans as he laps it all up, fingers tightening on your thighs to leave more evidence for the next few days. He swears he actually could never get over the taste of you. And now that he’s aware that you can squirt? He has a new goal for next time (yes, next time and every time after that).
He eventually parts with your core with reluctance, but he knows he can’t ruin you fully yet.
“Still with me?” He asks, his thumbs now rubbing grounding circles into your hips as you come back down from heaven itself.
Once you come back to your senses (partially) a minute later, that’s when you realise what had just happened. What this man made you do that no man before ever could. Hell, you just thought you were incapable.
“Didn’t know I could do that.”
You say lazily, your words still slurring a little but your hand comes up to wave at his face, motioning to mess you made of him.
“Well, you can and it was hot.”
He says with a smile, proud of himself honestly. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead and that’s when you feel his bulge against your core again. Your hips twitch despite the three orgasms he just gave you with his mouth and fingers alone. A new hunger grows within you when you actually remember that his dick is still on the table and still hasn’t been touched other than the little grinding you did.
“Joon-”
“You sure you can handle more?”
You nod quickly, your fingers already finding his clothes that he still has on and tug at them. Why are they still on? It suddenly feels like way too many layers on.
“Off. Please, take it off.”
He laughs softly but the sound is wrecked already as he anticipates being inside you again. He sits back on his heels and takes his shirt off. Your eyes roam hungrily down his torso, watching as his muscles twitch under your gaze. His fingers toy with his belt like a tease.
“These too?”
Stupid question from such a smart brain.
“Yes, Joon. Wanna see your cock too.”
But it wasn't so stupid of a question at all because he knows what he's playing at here.
“Can't even ask nicely, can you? You know the magic word, baby.”
You gave up on your pride and dignity a while ago at the first ‘please’. You will happily beg him if it means he gives you what you want.
“Please, Namjoon. Want to see your cock. Feel you. Please.”
“Good girl.”
He drawls, the sound of his belt buckle crackling in the thick air. He only gets off the couch in order to take his pants off easier but you're following him like a lost puppy dog. Sliding off the couch and settling to your knees, eyes wide and pleading. He looks at you with a raised brow, definitely not expecting that one. You went from all blissed out to on your knees for him in no time.
“What-”
“Can I taste you first? Please, wanna taste you again.”
He wasn't going to deny you anyway. Just the thought of being down your throat again causes a new bead of precum to form. But then you give him those eyes and your hands grab his thighs?
“Fuck. Open wide, baby.”
You obliged without a second thought. Mouth opening wide, tongue hanging just past your bottom lip as your eyes stay locked on his, drool already on the tip of your tongue from just the pure memory of his taste.
He taps your tongue with the tip just a couple times, just to see you whimper. Just to also not ram right into the back of your throat with no mercy from the get go.
He takes your hair making a makeshift ponytail and then pushes you down on his length. You keep your eyes locked on him, watching how his eyes become hooded and dark, how his bottom lips gets caught between his teeth, only making his dimples pop out. You gag slightly when the tip brushes your throat as you get adjusted to the feel of him again.
“There you go, baby.” The tip hits your throat again, your nails dig into his thighs. “I know you can take it.”
He quickens his pace, not a lot because it is not his goal to cum down your throat today. But just enough to have your eyes watering. Enough to have drool pool around the corners of your lips every time he hits your throat. He pushes you down especially hard, making your nose brush the little soft hairs he has on his lower tummy. Your throat constricts his cock. Drool drips down your chin. He holds you there for a few seconds until you’re coughing around him before letting you go. Pulling you off as you gasp for air, a line of spit still connecting you to him.
“Messy girl.” He coos, gathering the spit you spilled out onto your chin with his thumb and pushing it back inside your mouth.
“Hands on the back of the couch, knees on the cushions.”
You all but scramble to your feet. You kneel on the couch, hands on the back of it to brace you as he instructed. One of his hands finds your hip, the tip of his cock pokes at your entrance as he stands behind you and your legs part just a little more instinctively. He drags his cock through your folds, brushing your clit and you push back against him desperately.
“Please, Joon.”
“So needy. Already came three times and it’s not enough, is it?”
He mocks but if he was honest, it’s taking every bit of strength he has to not sink into you and fuck you stupid.
“Want your cock. Please, wanna cum on it.”
You whine and beg, your hips pushing back against him automatically, causing just his bulbous head to dip into you. You both moan at just the little (yet large) intrusion. Your hole flutters beautifully when he comes back out.
“You want to make a mess all over my cock too? Is that what you want?”
“Yes! Please, Namjoon. Please just-”
You can’t even finish begging him as he thrusts deep and hard into you, stealing all your breath as he kisses your cervix easily in this new position. You can feel every ridge and vein, how the slight curve of him hits spots you didn’t know existed.
Both hands grab your hips hard as he pounds ruthlessly into you. You can feel your brain slowly logging out as you succumb to the pleasure. The only thing that you can muster up is moans and mewls as he uses his thick cock and dancer hips to bring you pure pleasure.
“This what you wanted, hm? To get fucked out on my cock?”
He asks but his voice is rough, like he is holding himself back from just getting lost in the feel of you. How your pretty pussy drools around him making it easy to slip in and out but your walls clench around him trying to keep him in anyway.
A hand grabs at your hair, pulling your head back. Your back arches beautifully as he speaks low and gravelly into your ear.
“I asked you a question, baby. Or are you already too mindless to answer me?”
“Yes! Yes, Joon! Feel s’good!” you manage. Your high growing steadily, making your words slur.
He moves his hand from your hair to your throat, not to choke, just to hold you against him, back to chest. His other hand finds your clit, rubbing tight, quick circles. Your walls get tight around him making his hips falter for just a moment.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”
You crash around him. Walls pulling him in tight as you go through wave after wave of ecstasy. Once you go lax in his arms, he pulls out to position you on the couch. Back against the plush cushions, he hooks his legs over his arms and grabs your waist.
“Joon~” you mewl, unable to form coherent words or thoughts anymore. The only thing you can think of your best friend that has graciously ruined you- and he’s still not even done.
“Is my pretty girl blissed out and mindless?” He sinks slowly back into you, watching himself get buried in your dripping heat, a nice cream ring formed around the base of him from your release.
You moan shakily in response. Overstimulated for the second time this evening as he drags in and out of you slowly.
“T-too much, J-Joon-ah~”
“Just lay there and take it, baby. Take it.”
Your back arches, the little squirming you can do as you fight the overstimulation and start seeing stars. Helpless moans and whines escape your lips.
“You should see your pretty pussy. Greedy little thing keeps pulling me in for more.”
He thrusts into you hard and deep, now chasing his own high. Dimples deep, hands holding your waist firmly causing every vein popping out in his arms, abs now very evident, beads of sweat dripping down the firm muscles making him glisten.
He swears he could write a poem, hell, a whole song about you right now. The way your eyes are half lidded with bliss, tits bouncing with each thrust, your nails clawing into his arms, your moans, your glistening pussy that he could easily stay in forever.
“You feel so good, y/n. Want me to cum in you again? Want to feel me stuff you so much that you’ll be dripping me?”
You spew out a string of incoherent mewls and moans. ‘Yes, please. Yes, Namjoon.’
“Look at me, baby.” He removes a hand from your waist to grab your jaw, making your glazed over eyes meet his gaze. “Want you to see me as I fill you up.”
His pace falters and gets sloppy as he reaches his own orgasm with a groan.
“Fuck, y/n.”
You feel his warm seed fill you up, the load so big it instantly drips out the sides from around him. Another softer orgasm hits you from the sensation, walls fluttering gently around him.
He all but collapses on you. Arm bracing himself next to your head so he doesn’t crush you as you both come back to earth. After a few minutes, he pulls back to place soft kisses on your forehead.
“You okay, y/n?” He asks gently, brushing a sweaty strand from your forehead.
You flash him a lazy, blissed out smile. “Never better.”
“Shit, you can still talk. Looks like I have to go again.”
He pushes in maybe half a centimeter before your shaky hands finds his chest, weakly pushing him away but the smile never leaves your face as you whine, “Namjoon!”
He chuckles low and rough as he places a whispering kiss to the tip of your nose. “I’m just kidding. You did so good for me already.”
He pulls out of you, hissing between his teeth from the brief oversensitivity. He stands from the couch, finding his boxers from the floor and slipping them back on.
“Where r’you going?” You mumble, trying to prop yourself up on trembling arms.
“Lay back down.” He says softly, gently pushing you back down. “I’m going to get you cleaned up now. I’ll be right back, promise.”
You lay back down, not really strong enough to fight him on it anyway. When he returns, it's with a warm damp cloth and a glass of water. He puts the glass of water on the coffee table.. That somehow is now an extra 2 feet from the couch. When did that happen?
He takes the warm cloth between your legs, careful to not push too much pressure as he tries to keep it comfortable for you. You still mewl from the stimulation anyway, way too sensitive still.
“Shh, pretty.” He says calmly, placing a chaste kiss to the inside of your knee. “I just need to clean you up. I’ll be quick.”
You push through until he is done. He slips your underwear back on and then helps you sit up to put his shirt on you, knowing it will be large and comfy for you. He then gives you the water, a silent command for you to drink. You take a few gracious gulps, handing the water back to him before slumping back against the couch.
“Do you treat all your hook-ups this well after you ruin them?”
The question is supposed to be a tease, unable to just say thank you for him treating you well between the 4.5 orgasms and the aftercare. But it still doesn’t stop him from the sincere response.
“Only when I care about them.”
And that only prompts the question-
“What is this, Namjoon?”
He chuckles. Chuckles. This isn’t really a joke?
“What are we? 12?”
You shove at his shoulder weakly, a small smile tugging at your lips.
“You know what I mean. What are we doing? Is this just going to be a… thing? Just fucking casually now?”
He ponders on the question. It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it. Especially not after Yoongi called him out on it yesterday. The elder definitely had a few words.
“If you want it to be a thing then I wouldn’t mind continuing this being… this. If you want to stop here, that’s fine too. I’m not going to force you into something you don’t want and I’m for sure not going to fault you if you wanted to stop. But…” his hand finds your thigh, rubbing mindless circles into the skin, like he just wants to keep his hands on you while he can. “... I myself want to keep doing this.”
You sigh softly, taking his words into consideration. There’s so much that can happen with continuing this… thing. What if one of you catches feelings and the other doesn’t? What if someone finds out and he is suddenly dragged by all kmedia? What if this ruins your friendship?
Honestly, you don’t see this ruining your friendship. You both are too mature to let something physical come between you. So really the only worry is the media and you guys know how to be careful. Outside of the shippers, there hasn’t been any actual scandal involving you and him. So with that…
“Okay.”
“Okay? Y/n, I may be smart but I can’t read your mind. Okay yes? Okay no?”
“Okay yes Mr. Know-It-All.”
“Okay good, because I want to bring you to my studio next time. Been thinking about it since yesterday.”
“WHAT?”
And now you are certain. It doesn’t matter if your best friend is a blessing, a curse, or both. You know that he will be the end of you.