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Open relationship.
You and jungkook were in a open relationship, he is the one who insisted, you didn’t agree to it at first but you thought it wouldn’t exactly be a bad idea. You’ve been sleeping with jungkook, and jimin, his older best-friend. He recently found out, and he didn’t like that you were having sex with his best-friend. He stopped sleeping with girls since he found out, you were on his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to sleep with anyone else, you arrived to your apartment you shared with jungkook
You twisted the door open seeing a jealous, and pissed off jungkook. You decided to not do anything, you knew it would get worse. Before you could take another step, he walked closer to you pulling out his phone. It was a photo of jimin tying you up, while he was inside of you. Your eyes widened, sharing stares between his phone and him. “Why are you fucking him? Out of all people.” He says pissed off, i cleared my throat trying to talk but nothing came out. “Does he fuck better than me?” You obviously couldn’t answer that.. the sex you always had with jungkook was slow and passionate and with jimin, it was extremely painful, he would always be aggressive, and rough. You loved it rough, you never told jungkook that.
Once he saw you weren’t responding he walked closer to you, leaving no space for you to walk away. “Answer me now, Y/N.” He said, his anger dialing down. You really couldn’t say yes or no, you enjoyed both of them. Without thinking, you just shrugged your shoulders. “You don’t know?” He says clearly pissed, “Yes. I don’t know jungkook.” His jaw tightening, “your answer should be clear about what you know, it’s either a yes or no!” His anger was so clear, he was pissed.
“I can’t answer that jungkook.” He took a step closer; “and why is that?” You took a few deep breaths before answering. “I-i jungkook it’s difficult to say.” A chuckle left his lips, “just say it.” Your teeth tugging over your bottom lip softly. “You two are different, you are slow and passionate, but i love it.” You began, “but?” You were taken back by his words, but he was right.. there was a but.. “but jimin just sleeps with me like he is putting all his anger inside of me.” You speak quietly, “is that what your about?” He says softly, you let out a soft huh, slightly confused of his words.. what did he mean? “You liked to be fucked rough don’t you?” Without thinking you nodded. “Is that what he’s been doing to my pretty baby? Ruining you? Hm?” You melted when he mentioned you as his pretty baby,
He took one step closer, his body stuck onto yours leaving no space for you to move. His fingers touching your chin pushing it up to look at him, your eyes looked up, his eyes travelling to your lips before he planted a soft kiss, you moan softly before kissing him back. He removed his fingers from your chin, to your hair tugging onto it while the kiss got more heated and aggressive, his anger was building up in the kiss. His lips part opened, inviting your tongue. You were a sucker.. jimin may have been a good fuck, but no one can make you melt in kisses as much as jungkook did. His hands trailing down your body, stopping at your hips picking you up while his lips moved against yours
He didn’t need to open his eyes to see where he was heading, he knew exactly. Your back landing on the soft material that was on the couch, his lips making a sound with yours once he pulled away. He unbuttoned your jeans before grabbing the sides of your jeans pulling them off, they fell down so easily. He saw you were wearing no panties, he muttered ‘fuck.’ His eyes not leaving your exposed pussy, spreading your legs wide, he noticed you just recently shaved. Biting his lips, his head going in between your thighs blowing soft air on your folds, your reaction was everything to him. He saw you struggling to keep your legs from shaking, his smirk growing wide on his lips.
His lips wrapping around your clit, he inhaled to fully start sucking on your clit. You moaned at his touch, the way he was sucking on your clit, you couldn’t even explain how good it felt. “F-fuck..” you whimpered arching your back, your eyes fully closing once he teasingly rubbed your clit with his thumb while his tongue was inside of you. Replacing his tongue with his two digits, his index and middle finger pushing deep inside of you. You felt his fingers stretching you out, “yeah you like that? Being filled up with my two fingers hm?” He says thrusting his fingers in and out of you, causing you to shiver at his touch. Once he felt you near, that was when he pulled his fingers out of you. Once he took his fingers out it created a wet sound, you were soaked.
“What the-” you say clearly annoyed, his smile appears seeing you annoyed with him. “Baby, i want you to come around my cock, not in my mouth.” Your annoyance then dialed down, his clothes were now off. He gave his cock a few strokes moaninf at his touch, you watched how it got bigger, and bigger. You forgot the way he felt around you, he positioned himself infront of you, his fingers melting into your pussy giving it a rough slap, you jumped a little, a bit surprised. He was never rough with you, nor did he dirty talk you, you definitely knew why he was doing this.
“You belong to me, me only.” He said before guiding his tip near your entrance. You moaned at his touch, his tip rubbing against your cunt, “j-jung- please..” you begged, he smirked before entering you raw, you let out a soft gasp. He never entered you without a condom, he let out a grunt creating little thrusts to get you used to his size, you felt his every vein.
Tears forming in your eyes, it hurted so good. The only noises that left jungkook’s lips were grunts and tiny whines, “fuck.” This time his one thrust was deep, and you could feel him in your stomach. His thrusts filling the room, you moaned, his thrust creating a fast pace while he fucked you roughly. “That’s it. Fuck, yeah..” His hands placing onto your hips moving in and out of ya, you dug your nails into the meat of his shoulders, once he felt the pain you created on his shoulder he couldn’t help but thrust into you filled with his anger once he thought of you and jimin.
“Is this how he fucks you, huh?” He says while thrusting into you with hate, “f-fuck,” you moaned out feeling his meat deep inside of you massaging your tight pussy. “Mm~” you let out a few quiet moans getting used to his thrusts, “Fuck, baby.” He panted while thrusting his hips against yours, he felt you clenching around him, there was no space for him to move in, and out because you trapped him. “Baby, let go, let..” You released your folds, allowing him to continue to thrust into you,
“Fuck, are you near?” He says not stopping his fast pace, you nodded unable to get a answer, it felt to good. “Use your words love.” He started to slow down, to tease you. “Jungkook- no please don’t stop.” His lips turning into a noticeable smirk, “Fuck, Y/N.” His fingers digging deep through your waist, as he felt a weird feeling almost about to explode. His veins pumping against your clit, you were so near.
“Jungkook..” you moaned, clenching around him tightly before coming undone, he muttered under his breath. You listened to his dirty words,“Fuck that’s right, you take me so well.” He said, his hips thrusting a few more times, his lips connecting with your flushed cheeks while you felt warm gooey inside of you. “Sorry baby, i couldn’t pull out in time.” He panted laying next to you.
( how was this lmao, Definitely a lot different from my other one😭😭 )
hi can you please write a namjoon x reader smut about losing each other virginity on their dating anniversary? thanks! 💜💜
pairing: namjoon x fem!reader
warnings: smut, minors **do not interact, **unprotected sex (don’t do this) dom!namjoon, sub,y/n. breeding kink, creampie kink?, degrading ect (you get the message-)
i really hope this is good enough 💜💜(i’m so bad at writing smut i hope this is ok)
wow... I can't believe it's been years that me and namjoon have been together.. It almost feels like a dream now that me and Namjoon have been together for about 4 years. It doesn't seem real at all. I'm getting ready for my and Namjoon's anniversary. We are going on a plane, so I made the choice to put on a tank top and sweetpants. Just when i put on my shoes, my lovely boyfriend entered the room.
" Hey are you rea- woah you look good"
" Joonie, it's only a tank top" I said, shaking my head.
He licked his lips looking at me up and down.
" Hey, it's still sexy", the tall boy said. What has gotten into him? He's normally not like this?
" Joonie, are you drunk or like.. sick?" he chuckled, showing off his dimples.
" I'm perfectly fine now. Let's go baby before we miss our flight"
"yeah... let's go joonie" I said, still confused about what happened. I mean me and namjoon have never done anything of that sort. Maybe a few makeouts here and there, but then that, nothing. i shook the thoughts out of my head and walked downstairs Once we arrived on the plane, I sat down next to Namjoon. There were a few people sitting next to us. I sat at the window looking outside the plane window, when i felt long slender hands on my knees going up to my thighs. Oh, 'I sure wonder who that could be,' I sighed. "namjoon what are you doing?" why is he acting so differently today? More horny than usual, I'll say. " Oh, just keeping my hands warm" is this boy serious?" You have working pockets right there, Joonie."" Yeah, well, it's more fun this way, I'll say."" You're sooo lucky it's our anniversary or I'll snap you in half."" Oh I'd like to see your short ass try" he said, smiling at me.. that fucking smile, man.All I can do is sigh and fall asleep.I felt a kiss on my cheek."wakey wakeyyyy""mmmm what"" Where here?"" We are." I rubbed my eyes. " Yes, now get your booty out of bed, let's go to the hotel. You can sleep all you want"Namjoon helped me get up out of the seat and we started walking to our taxi.During the car ride, namjoon started to be really touchy. Something is up with this guy seriously.time skip i got woken up by muscly arms holding me up." You sure do fall asleep a lot". I looked around and we are in the hotel. wow. i do sleep alot." Yeah heh" i chuckled. He lay me down on the bed. I was lying on my side away from Namjoon and he was cuddling me. i thought nothing of it until i felt his hard cock on my ass. " OK Joonie, what is going on?"" What are you talking about" he said smuggly." I'm going to smack you..""y/n..." he looked at you. "y/n i need you..""wha-" before I could finish, he kissed me, going onto of me not breaking the kiss"wait, Joon, what do you mean?"" I mean that I want you. What can't you understand y/n"? You looked into his eyes and saw nothing but lust.He kissed me again, but more rougher "only if you want", I thought about it. Well.. we were together for a long time..Fuck it..I pulled him into a kiss again. This kiss lasted a short time but it felt like it lasted forever.He kissed me down my neck. "a-ah". it tickled, but it felt good. so good, in fact." You dont know how long I have been waiting for this for a very very very long time. You sexy little thing"He kissed me on my chest. " You won't be needing this". He ripped off my shirt"NAMJOON!" "what it was in the way""you could have ju-""shut up and let me play with you slut"i felt an unfamiliar tingle in my body. I don't know why I felt this way.. but I wanted more. I whined. "Oh hoo. youre already begging for my cock". I hid my face in my hands. " Don't hide your pretty face baby, take your hands off.. now" I took my hands off. "Sorry Namjoon". He looked confused. " Namjoon? Call me Daddy" "i-im sorry daddy"" Good little pet". I was so out of it. I never saw this side of him.. I wasn't complaining. I actually liked it? He looked down at my sweat pants and i knew exactly what to do. I lifted up my hips. He smiled and took off my pants. " Good girl." I blushed again. "look at you didn't even wear panties Look you wanted this to happen, didnt you huh?", I looked away. "fucking answer me" "n-no""fucking lier" I really didnt. I didn't even know, but I wanted to play along " Yes daddy, I wanted this to happen. I want you to fuck me, silly breed me. Give me a little baby."fucking hell" I saw the tent of his pants grow" I'm so ready daddy."Next thing I know, I was on all fours and namjoon and I was fully naked. he was stroking his cock on my pussy.I shook my ass a little to tease him. Namjoon raised his hands and smacked my ass hard.i whined "owww". I pouted " That's what you get for teasing me. know your fucking place slut."This is going to be fun~" I'm sorry dadd-" before i could say anything, he slipped his cock inIt hurt like hell. There were tears in my eyes. I was whining in pain.Namjoon stood there for a few minutes, whispering. Something sweetly in my ears " It's okay baby, your doing so well, daddy is proud of you.."" Are you ready baby?"I nod my head as the pain starts to feel good. " I'm ready, joonie, I'm so ready", he started to move at a slow pace. i moaned lowly. my god this feel so good!.i look up and see namjoon looking straight at me"fuck.." he said lowly groaning lowly"c-can you go fast daddy please?""are you sure?""mhm.."He did as he was told and went faster." Fuck Joon fuckkk."" Yeah you like that, mm" he groaned louder this time. I'm sure the people next door can hear us"fuck just like that joon fuck"He smacked your ass " Fuck! You're so tight y/n""Yes, yes, yes, keep fucking me just like that fuck!"" Fuck, I don't think i can last long baby."" Cum inside me please daddy."" Oh yeah? want me to cum inside you? knock you up? give you my fucking baby? hm?"you tighten around him" of course you are looking at you right now fucking begging, yeah? your fucking begging for my kids"He grabbed your tits. " Fuck yes daddy!"" Fuck your ready baby"I felt an unfamiliar knot in my stomach and I felt his cock twitch." Fuck look at that tightening around my cock. Go ahead cum baby cum around my fucking big cock"and i did exactly that." Fuck! Fuck baby I'm cumming fuck.. shit shit shit.. I'm gonna cum in that tight pussy baby"I felt a warm liquid inside me.He sighed and lay next to me." Does that answer your question?" I hit him lightly. " Oh hush."" We should definitely do this again."" Yeah we should" he said, tracing my body. "but lets get you cleaned up."best. day ever
Genre: college au / strangers to lovers au / fluff (a bit) / smut
Summary: Luck brings them together to work on a project, but fate makes them work on something else as well.
Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), clitoris stimulation, fingering, protected sex, nipple stimulation, sex in public(ish)
Author's note: So it's my first time writing this much for a fic but I can say I'm pretty satisfied with the result. I highly doubt many of you are gonna read the whole thing but if you do then I wanna hug you tightly <3. Also, I tried to be pretty thorough with any mistakes and I re-read this 4 times (o_o), but if you still come across any of them please be kind enough to turn a blind eye lol. I hope you enjoy my 13.4k words long brain fart, stay safe xoxo
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you mumbled to yourself while walking at the fastest pace you could, trying not to bump into other people so you can successfully catch your flight.
Spring break was over and you had to get back to college in order to complete another year, the second to last year for that matter, which made you a bit nervous. The fact that life after college was going to start soon made you remember every road you took until that point and every decision you made, you didn't really regret them but you wished that you would've thought twice about doing some things. But right now the most important thing was catching your damn flight. You scanned the airport with your eyes in search for gate number four and as it rose in your sight you almost started running for it but seeing that one more person was preparing to board made you calm down a bit and you kept your speed until you got to the desk. After the stewardess checked everything, you placed your backpack on one shoulder and started walking to the corridor that led to the plane.
"Hey," you heard an unfamiliar voice, not sure if it was calling for you or not, but still, you stopped in your place and turned your head in the direction of the voice. "your shoelaces." the man who was the source of the voice added. You couldn't help but notice how tall he was. With pretty light brown hair and a face that seemed too friendly for his own good.
"Ah," you said looking down. What's more stupid than having one shoelace untied? Having both of them untied and someone pointing it out for you. And if that someone is one of the hottest men you've ever seen in your entire life then might as well just add gasoline to a burning fire.
"Thanks!" you managed to blurt out before you bent down and stuffed your shoelaces in the sides of your sneakers. You would've tied them but you couldn't bear being in the presence of both the man and the stewardess who were looking at you, for any longer. You got up as fast as you could and went straight for the plane. You managed to find your seat and to your surprise it was the middle seat between two that were empty. That was great! You hated company of strangers most of the time so having a relaxing flight back to college was exactly what you needed.
But good things don't last.
As soon as you settled in, you felt a presence hovering on the plane corridor, struggling to place his luggage in the space above. So you looked up. And it was him again. The same man from before. Well, it was that much for a relaxing flight. He took his seat next to you, and looked quickly into your eyes before tying his safety belt. You took your eyes off of him and prepared for the flight, listening to the instructions of the stewardesses and the announcements of the pilot. So the plane took off smoothly and you were enjoying the view out the window, listening to the music in your earphones and slightly feeling like you were about to fall asleep. And so you did. You dozed off but still felt every minute passing by and every sudden motion the plane made, and at some point your neck started to hurt and you decided to just snap out of that space your mind was in. You looked around and saw that the man next to you was hunched over a book, but you couldn't make much out of it as your vision was blurry and the writing was tiny.
You raised your arms in the air and stretched your back, that thanked you in return, but as you lowered your arms you elbowed the man next to you in the back. Pretty hard. Yep. That happened. And you felt how all your blood stopped in its course.
"Oh my God, sorrysorrysorry," you blurted out quickly as you briefly placed your hand on the place you hit with your stupid elbow. "I'm so sorry." You added with a little more composure and you heard him giggle. He was giggling? Why was he giggling?
"Don't worry," he said catching your eyes with his. "it's not like you broke my rib." and he giggled again. And you felt amused and ashamed at the
same time. He had a nice voice. And nice eyes. And seemingly, he was nice overall. Wow, where the hell did he come out from? You smiled and looked at your feet as you adjusted in your seat. Why did you have to embarrass yourself every time you went out of your house? Your thoughts were distracted by the stewardess who moved smoothly down the hallway to hand everyone a paper sheet. She handed one to you and you read it. It was just a simple form in which you had to write your experience on the flight that would help improve the air company's quality. You looked to your left, he closed his book and already started to complete it. You would've done the same but you had no pen. So you debated between asking him for the pen after he finished or just wait for the stewardess to come collect them and tell her you had no pen. Both of these situations were going to make your trip even more uncomfortable than it already was. So you just waited patiently as you were shuffling through the songs in your phone. You looked up again as you decided that not bothering the man next you again would be a better option, but none of the stewardesses were around so you could ask for a damn pen. You cursed quietly for yourself. And as if he read your thoughts, he stretched his hand to his right, where you were, pen still in his hand, inviting you to take it. You were puzzled for a second but then took it as you thanked him. And when you finished completing the form, you thanked him again handing his pen back. You felt dizzy at this point, and if you were being honest, you couldn't wait for the plane to land. But the rest of the flight was ok. You didn't disturb anyone anymore and you managed to relax a bit too. You get home and before you sleep you think about the man again.
The next couple of days go by slowly, the last semester of college starts but nothing too crazy happens as it is just at the beginning. You heard from a colleague that there's gonna be a big project coming soon in architectural design and that got you excited in all honesty. So when the day came that your professor started to tell you about it, you listened to the details most eagerly.
"So now that we've gone over the basic stuff, here comes the good part. The headboard of our university decided that this project will be in collaboration with another university, so you will have to work with a student from over there. And to honor the name of the project, "Strange Ambiance", I am going to play it fair and make you pull out a number from this basket, just so we reduce the odds of you guys partnering up with someone who you might know, and any discussions that might arise later." and as he finished he gave one of the students the basket to pass it on after they pull a number out of it. As it reached you, you stared at it for two seconds thinking about what number you would like to pull but no answer crossed your mind. And so you stuck your hand and grabbed a random paper out of it as you passed the basket on. You unfolded it one time, and then a second time and then the number lay right there in front of your eyes, black on white. Seventeen. Your lucky number.
The next day you only prayed with expectancy that your lucky number would actually do its job and be lucky. The situation was very tricky. At this point into your studies everyone had their style that they worked with and their fixated opinions, so you just hoped you wouldn't be paired with a moron who wouldn't want to meet middle ground with you.
Buzz
You checked your phone to see you have a new message. You got excited thinking that maybe it was one of your friends wanting to hang out but instead it was a number you didn't have saved in your phone.
"Hey, we're supposed to be partners for "Strange Ambiance". Are you 17?"
Oh.
You completely forgot your professor made you write your phone number on the back of the paper the day you picked, so your partner can get in touch with you.
"Hi, yeah I am." you replied almost immediately.
"Good, if you're free this weekend I suggest to meet up somewhere and get our thoughts straight on the matter. Is it okay with you?"
"Sounds good. I think the best place to meet is at that cafe next to the central park. Its pretty quiet most of the times. Does 3 PM on Saturday work for you?"
"Perfect. See you there, partner :)."
A smiley face. This couldn't go that bad right?
And so Saturday came and you found yourself entering the cafe looking around for someone who would look like your partner. But you really didn't know what you were looking for. Most of the people were alone so it was hard to tell which one of them was the one you had talked to. You walked a couple more steps and another table was in your view. And as you looked closely you saw that at the edge was an origami bird with the number seventeen on one of its wings. At the table there was a male with his broad shoulders lumped over a book. You walked over to greet him but as he turned his head to you and scanned you from head to toe you remained petrified.
It was him.
"Hi," you managed to say after a while. He had a kind smile on his face and you weren't sure if he remembered you or not.
"Uhmm, I'm seventeen." you completed trying to not look as dumb as you felt. But in that moment it felt fucking impossible.
"Oh, it's good to see you. Have a seat." He said as he gestured to the seat across him. You did as you were told and looked around for a bit, trying to avoid making eye contact. You took the origami bird in your hands and studied it closely.
"Not only ingenious but also perfectly executed," you said finally meeting his eyes and you felt like your heart was beating so fast that it was gonna jump out of your chest and punch him right in his stupidly gorgeous face." I'm already looking forward to our collaboration." You added and you felt heat rise up in your cheeks as he started giggling. The same giggle he offered you on the plane. This was insane.
"May I learn the name of the girl who almost broke my rib in the plane? I highly doubt it's seventeen."
Now it was your turn to chuckle lightly, as you recall the events that occurred a week before.
"Y/N," you replied leaving space for him to tell you his.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Namjoon."
"It's nice to meet you too...and properly this time." you said mirroring the comfy smile he had on his face.
You started blabbering about the project and what you thought you should and shouldn't do for starters and you went on and on and on, until you really had nothing to say anymore and he just listened patiently offering you every bit of his attention.
"Sorry. I'm the only one talking. I want to hear your thoughts too." you quietly apologized feeling how your heart was racing in your chest again at the realization that your mouth ran for the past five minutes, which for someone like you was a huge amount of time to keep talking.
"No need to apologize," he said throwing you an empathetic look. "I think you're right. But I also think that the first thing we need to do is get to know each other more. See how the other's operating. After that I think this is gonna go smoother."
"I totally agree. I think that maybe we could show each other our previous works? That would offer a great insight in each other's style."
"Good idea, I have some of my stuff in my phone if you wanna see it right now."
"Cool!" you said and waited for him to show you his works. You were already anticipating as you were studying him. You didn't know how to explain it but he just looked talented, it was like he was emanating inspiration from every pore. His hair was parted on the right side, his eyes blinked rapidly scanning through his phone, he had some cute moles splattered on his face here and there that you felt soo tempted to touch and you couldn't get over his dimples and his plump lips. How the fuck was he so...
"Here you go," he said handing you the phone. "here's some of my recent stuff." he completed.
After you studied the first image, you asked for permission to swipe. He granted it to you and you continued analyzing picture after picture and were getting immersed in his works. The structures he made were far beyond amazing and definitely exceeded your expectations. You swiped one more time and what was shown next took you by surprise but you couldn't resist snorting out a laugh. As soon as he saw what the picture was he quickly took the phone from in front of you on the table. You looked at him and saw him all red in the face.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "That wasn't supposed to be there."
It was nothing scandalous. It was actually something great. Him in a mirror selfie, shirtless in the gym and flexing his bicep. He looked like a sculpture. You suddenly felt bad, you did something stupid again. You made him think that you were laughing at him.
"Oh, shit, wait n-no..." you barely could find the words that could get you out of that situation you put yourself in. "It's not like you look bad or something. On the contrary, you look amazing...I just... I don't know. You didn't seem like the guy who makes douchey poses for mirror selfies."...what the fuck is wrong with you. Your heart started racing again and you felt all the blood inside you freeze.
"Oh, so you think I'm a douche?" He said smiling with raised brows.
You simply couldn't take it anymore. You placed your elbows on the table and supported your head in your palms and there was nothing but the white surface in your field of vision.
"I'm sorry. I really am. I seem to be saying all the things I don't want to." You told him completely dissatisfied in your choice of words.
You felt the softest touch ever as he took your wrists in his hands and you instantly looked up at him. He plastered the sweetest smile ever on his face.
"You must be really loving that word. Sorry. You apologize way too much."
You didn't know if your face could've gone any redder than it already was.
"I get what you mean. I do look like a douche." He said and laughed quietly after retracting his hands from yours. "Now how about you show me your works?" He asked and you did nothing but comply as you took your phone from the table and scrolled through it to find some piece that would look at least half as good as his were. You showed him some of your structures and as you waited for him to finish, your mind only thought about how gentle and warm his hands felt on your touch-starved skin.
"Wow," he said after meeting the dead end of the collection in your gallery. "from what I see, we'll make a great team. You're really good."
"Thanks," you snapped out of your trance to reply. " I'm not as half as good as you are but I promise I'll do my best."
"Nah, don't ever say that again. Your work is way better than what I manage to pull out."
You didn't know what to say to him anymore. That was because half of you knew it wasn't true and the other half felt proud that the man in front of you appreciated your work. And as far as you managed to see, he really seemed genuine about it. He handed you your phone and took a sip of his coffee. You did the same, avoiding his eyes at all times, God knows what you would've said to him again if you made eye contact.
"So, how about we see each other again one of these days and show our portfolios in more detail?"
"Sure," you nodded. You really hoped that the next encounters with the man in front of you wouldn't be as bad as this one. The next half hour passed by quickly as you two made small talk and decided it was time to say your goodbyes. As you exited the cafe you stopped and faced each other. You were not really sure what to say. He was so tall and his presence felt so powerful next to yours. You enjoyed it more than you wanted to admit.
"I'm glad we got partnered up." You said as you looked up into his beautiful brown eyes.
"How so?" He asked with a confused look on his face.
"I don't really know. It feels like..." one more look into his eyes and you knew. "luck" you finished your sentence. And for the first time today you felt like you said the right thing. He blinked quickly and smiled at you showing his beautiful dimples.
"Well then, let's hope our luck lasts as long as we need it to."
And with that you both said your "goodbyes" and "see you soon's" and gone you were. You quietly thanked the universe that you walked in opposite directions. You got home and finished some of the work you had on your desk and after taking a nice shower, so hot it could've burn at least one layer of your skin off, you managed to get in bed. Your mind was still lingering on Namjoon and his...well, his everything, really. His laugh, his face, his picture in the mirror, the things he said and the way he held your wrists. You opened his chat and thought of writing something, anything that could've gotten a conversation rolling. But your brain couldn't come up with anything. The only thing you did was save his number in your phone and replace the numbers that showed up the first time he texted you with his name, and as you fell asleep, you wondered if he maybe did the same for you.
"Your work really is great," he said sitting down on your bed while he scanned one of your architectural plans. You couldn't believe the sight in front of your eyes. There he was, in your apartment, and most especially, in your bed. Yesterday you two agreed that you should meet at one of each other's place to have more time and more space to go through anything that might cross your minds. And taking in consideration the fact that he had a roommate, one you didn't want to bother honestly, you suggested that he would take his portfolio and come to your place. And so he did. And there he was. In a pair of brown pants that fit loosely around his legs and a powdered green blouse with rolled up sleeves, with his hair a bit messed up but he was looking as beautiful as ever. You took in every inch of him as he studied everything you showed him intensely. He was adding a few comments here and there and even though you listened attentively, nothing was sticking to your enamored brain.
"Oh," you suddenly snapped back to the reality in front of you. "I have one more thing. It's not done yet but I'd like your opinion on it." You said as you walked up to your desk and bent down to pull out the sketch you began drawing a few days back. You placed it on the desk's surface and sat yourself in the chair as you saw him rise up from your bed and walking towards you. He waited for you to roll your worksheet flat and you did, smoothing the edges out with your fingers.
As he bent down to see every detail you managed to put down on paper, he placed his hand on your right shoulder. His touch felt so comforting and yet you felt how the electricity from the spot he touched was spreading out in your entire body like a virus. And as you focused on the hand that was placed on your shoulder you barely realized that his face has next to yours, only inches away, staring down at the object of interest on your desk. You tried not to look in his direction but you couldn't help it. You turned your head towards him and tried to calm yourself down. He was just a man right? You were close to men before. Even much closer than this. So why is this making you so nervous? God, he smelled amazing. His skin was perfect from up close and you almost heard it begging you to touch it. But you refused to succumb to your dumb wishes. You just kept your breathing as steady as you could, but every time you inhaled it was like you were being drawn to his body even more that you thought it was possible. Suddenly he turned his head to you and for a mere second you thought you were going to kiss, but the more rational part of you gave an impulse to your body to pull your head further from his. He looked at you knowingly, as if he read all your thoughts. As if he did it intentionally just for you two to find yourselves in the situation at hand. But you had a thousand thoughts per second so you couldn't make anything clear out of any of them. He retracted his hand from your shoulder brushing his fingertips slowly on your back. Was he teasing you or was it all just in your head? He straightened his back and pointed at a spot on the paper in front of you.
"I'd add twin columns here if you ask me." He said, voice steady as ever while you weren't sure you could even whisper anymore. You shook your head in affirmation considering his vision. You had to try it to see how it would turn out but
it was a good idea.
"Mh-hm," you began trying to put your thoughts in some kind of order. "I see where you're coming from, I will try it out." you added after a while. The rest of the time you guys spent together it was just you two talking about the project after you looked through more of his work, and you trying not to get distracted too much. And then it was time for him to leave even if you would've liked for him to stay some more and talk to you, but not about the project. About him, what he likes, what he doesn't like, what kind of movies he's into or what's his favorite ice cream flavor. You knew how Namjoon worked, but you didn't know Namjoon at all. Ironic, you thought, it was him that suggested the two of you should get to know each other. But you doubted that what he meant was what you wanted.
"So I've been thinking," he starts talking while putting his shoes on." How about we go to the museum next time? I know you've probably been
a thousand times but I think we could use some extra inspiration." Namjoon completed as he rose up and looked into your eyes
"Uhmm, sure! That sounds good."
"Well, then, it's a date!" he said and dropped his smile as soon as he saw your eyes widen at his choice of words. He really did take you by surprise with that one.
"A...study date...I guess?" He added trying to make the atmosphere less tense.
"Yeah, it sure is." you responded throwing in the fakest laugh you ever heard come out of your mouth. So you stopped yourself from saying anything more than "bye" after he said you'll talk later in the week to check how compatible your schedules were.
"It's just to help you with the project." You told yourself as you looked into the mirror. You dressed up prettily (for what remained impregnated in your head like a third degree burn into skin) for the date. The study date. You looked nice, you thought, and maybe that would be a distraction from all the embarrassing things you were going to say today. You really had no cure for it. It was just that, whenever you spoke to someone you had a crush on, the invisible filter that was in between your brain and your mouth disappeared, and you said the most ridiculous things. But maybe today you could manage to gather some self control. It's not like he made you nervous, on the contrary, he made you feel comfortable. And that is why you were so scared of what you might say.
buzz
"Come down when you're ready."
You took your bag and left your apartment immediately. You met him outside your building and he was looking...dashing. That was the most suitable word. In a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket on. A little out the ordinary clothes you used to see him in but still, you would never know how someone can look so good in such a simple outfit. You greeted each other and started walking towards the museum. The walk there was quiet and peaceful. Some exchange of words were made here and there but nothing that put pressure on any of you to keep a conversation rolling, so you enjoyed the walk right beside him, shoulders almost touching and trying to sniff as much of his perfume as you could.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," he said abruptly. "The museum is actually not open for public today. They're preparing it for a new exhibition."
"What? So then how are we gonna get in?"
"Well, I happen to know the artist who's holding the exhibition. So I kinda...you know. Asked for a favour." He said smiling at you.
"Oooh, so you have connections up there, huh?" You said and he started to giggle. "Never knew I'm working with such a renowned man."
He laughed shortly.
"I guess you could say so. We're gonna have the whole museum for us. Even though we only need to check out the architecture wing."
Great. Now his whole attention was gonna be on you and no one else. You prayed to the universe for some luck. You were going to need it.
As you got into the museum and past the front desk, you started walking to the wing you both knew too well by now. But on your way you saw a barely illuminated empty room. The door was opened but there was no one inside. You stopped and looked at it and then up to Namjoon.
"Is this the exhibition they're preparing?" You asked.
"I believe so," he said and after the words left his mouth he printed a mischievous look on his face. "Should we go inside?"
You smiled and nodded excitedly. As you two were in front of the door you managed to read what was written in small purple letters on it.
"Being in love"
Artist: Kim T.
You looked at each other and then broke eye contact quickly. As you took a couple more steps inside, you became a bit confused. What were they actually preparing? There was nothing in and...
"Ah, I think I got it." You heard him saying and waited eagerly to hear his explanation but instead you just saw him walk to the wall in front of you. "See those?" he asked as he pointed to the corner of the wall. There was a metal rod in every corner that stretched, what seemed to be a black canvas, all across its width.
"If I'm right about this then..." he stopped in front of the wall and rose up his hand. He touched it gently and a little burst of red and purple and blue light formed around his finger and spread out to the rest of the canvas. You walked up to it and mimicked his gesture. You smiled as you saw light traveling across the canvas. Interactive art always felt like magic in some kind of way. You looked up at your partner whose gaze you felt upon you. It was warming your skin up just like laying in the sun.
"What do you think?" He asked.
"I think it's beautiful." you replied. "But I have a different definition for being in love."
"What's that?"
"Well, I think that falling in love does feel like this..." you said as you stroked the canvas, making it light up in a horizontal line. "...like
something unusual, fun and new. But for me, being in love is just this." You said as you waited for the lights to dim down. "Quiet and calm. Comfort."
"Peace." You heard from beside you. And you made eye contact with Namjoon again. It was like he took the word right from the depths of your brain and if you had any doubt until now, of why you kept thinking about him in every hour of the day, or why you kept studying everything he did so closely or even why you had such a big thirst for knowing more about him, you finally realized as you looked into his eyes.
"Exactly," you agreed slowly, more like a whisper than a statement to be honest. And you felt like the distance between the two of you was closing in as you faced each other and not the wall anymore.
"You're not allowed to be here." you heard a voice coming from the door.
You both panicked and got out of the room quickly saying numerous apologies but as you left the museum guard behind, you both started giggling like little kids.
The rest of the study date went according to plan. You guys managed to put down on paper some of the things that you wanted to integrate in your collaboration while walking slowly through the museum's corridors which were very spacious but at the same time they felt cradled with only you and him in. As you got out of the museum you both noticed it started to rain. He kept walking down the stairs at the entrance but you stopped for a second. Noticing you weren't beside him anymore he looked behind, stopping in his trail as well. It was already dark outside as you decided a late hour was better to meet, because both of you were being pretty busy most of the days. He looked up and smiled. The small drops of rain were freckling his face and his clothes quickly. You stepped down the stairs as well and you were right in front of him. He was still looking up, but the only thing you could see was him. He looked angelic. He looked like he could end all wars with only his smile. He looked like if he were to take you in his arms right there and then, you won't remember of anyone's existence anymore. He locked eyes with you as he took off his jacket and held it above your heads.
"Let's go, I'll walk you home." He said as he brushed his elbow on your shoulder to drag you closer to him. You started walking but after a short while you decided to place your hand around him, just so you would be easier to cover. You brushed your fingers on his soft t-shirt and glued it right beside his ribs. Your side was brushing against his and your head was in a warm spot between his chest and bicep and in that moment you felt dizzy, like you were drunk and you didn't remember how to breathe properly anymore. And for a second you swore you felt his heart beating fast against your fingertips. But you didn't let it go to your head; so the 10 minute walk to your house was a quick one as you two struggled not to get too wet and take cover under as many things you saw on your way. But as you walked, rain was starting to get louder and the drops were getting bigger and it was just a pouring mess outside. So the only rational thing you thought of doing was to invite him in your house, to stay until things calmed down a little. And as you entered, both of you wet from head to toe, you suggested him to take a shower.
"I would really like that but I don't have a change of clothes on me." He replied to you trying to not let the water that soaked him to trickle down your floor.
"Oh, well, I have some spare clothes," you said and looked at his amused expression. "Not my clothes!" you added giggling. "They're my cousin's. He sometimes comes over." You added and he shook his head in approval. So you took out the clothes and a fresh towel and gave them to him. He entered the bathroom and soon you heard the water sprinkling. You filled your kettle with some water and placed it on the stove, as you waited for it to boil you leaned on the counter. You took in the sight of your apartment, thanking yourself that you chose to clean yesterday. It was a studio apartment but it was pretty spacious. In one corner you had the "kitchen" that blended into the "living room" and then on the opposite side there was your bed and the big desk. You liked your apartment. You decorated it to your liking and really made it feel like home. There were many things that you went through in between these four walls. You got interrupted from your thoughts when you heard the bathroom door open up and saw a Namjoon rubbing his hair with a towel. He looked good in the clothes you gave him, a grey pair of sweats that fit him perfectly and a slightly oversized white t-shirt. He looked at you and pointed to the bathroom.
"Did you know that your shower is leaking?" he asked and continued his action.
"Yeah, I've been meaning to fix that" you answered giggling. "I have black tea and green
tea. Which one would you like?" you asked in return.
"I'm good with either one."
"Ok, then black it is." You said as you took the box out of the cabinet and placed two tea bags in two mugs. You poured water inside them as you watched him loop his towel around his neck and walk towards your bookshelf. He took out a book, that you didn't even remember if you read or not, and opened it up on the first page. You took out sugar from another cabinet and two little spoons. You placed it all on the tall counter in front of you and he took a seat right across from you, on one of the bar chairs.
"Here's sugar. I'm gonna take a shower and be right back." you said walking to your dresser to take your pajamas out. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable." You completed and got into the bathroom. As you took your shower, the events from the past two or so hours started rambling through your head again. Especially the one in the room with the new exhibition. Were you two going to kiss if that guardian wouldn't had interrupted you? Or was it all in your head? It made you so frustrated, this uncertainty that maybe the man that was now drinking your tea didn't feel the same way about you. You wanted him and the possibility that you may not have him made your skin writhe in agony under the steam in the shower. You stepped out and put your clothes on after drying yourself up. You brushed your teeth and you gently pat your hair to absorb as much water as you could. When you got out of the bathroom your heart started racing like crazy seeing that he was no longer where you left him. Did he leave while you were in the shower? The rain didn't stop yet and you took like what, half an hour in there? But when you looked past the kitchen counter you saw him laying on your bed. One hand was under his head and the other was on the book that was now laying flat on his chest. He fell asleep. How did he fall asleep so quickly? You struggled with falling asleep even when you were exhausted. You took the book from his chest gently and placed it on the nightstand. As you turned away to grab a blanket you felt a hand on your wrist and a quick pull. You suddenly realized you were in the bed with Namjoon's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You felt your back glued to his chest and his fanning breath on the, still wet, back of your neck. And it made your body jolt silently. He nuzzled his forehead in the curve that was connecting your shoulder to your neck and sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry, Y/N..." he whispered hoarsely. "Just tell me to leave and I will."
You felt your blood quiet down at his gentle words. But instead of telling him what he thought he would hear, you only placed your hand on his forearm and caressed it quietly.
"I can't." you whispered back and felt how his forehead broke contact with the spot it was connected to. You sensed how he was watching you, maybe waiting for you to say something more. And although you couldn't find the right words to say to him, you were sure that he already knew how you felt. So he just held you tighter, leaving no space in between the two of you. It felt warm and safe and you couldn't help but drifting off, letting the tiredness that accumulated during the week to get the better of you and put you right to sleep as you were listening to the loud rain outside. It was the first time in years when you fell asleep as quickly as you did tonight.
You woke up wrapped up in a blanket, feeling empty as you no longer had the arms of the man you'd fallen for around your body. You rose up in a sitting position and looked around finding no trace of him. You got up from the bed and grabbed your phone that was still on the kitchen counter, where you left it last night. You saw one single notification and opened it.
"Something came up. I'm sorry for leaving but I didn't want to wake u up." that was the first message.
"I took the clothes you gave me so I can wash them. Thank you for last night!" and the second. That was it. You thought the messages were sweet but at the same time you wished he would've said more. A lot more. Was he thanking you for letting him crash at your place or for letting him sleep with his hands tightly wrapped around you? You didn't know the answer but nevertheless, you felt good. As if you had the best dream and the best sleep in your entire life. You didn't reply yet. You didn't know what to say. So you put the phone down and went on with the rest of the day. It was weekend so you didn't have to go to college but you had some work to complete. And you started with the one you showed Namjoon a few days before. You did right as he suggested and it turned out better than you would've thought. You smiled as you remembered him.
"You were right."
"About what?" he messaged you back.
"About the columns. They really fit amazingly well."
And you guys kept the conversation rolling and talked about the next time you were going to meet each other. He said he was free on Monday and after checking your schedule you were free as well. So he invited you to his place to get the project started.
Monday came as fast as it could and you found yourself at his front door knocking three times. He opened the door quickly. As if he was waiting by it all along. You walked inside after he signaled you to do it and took a look around his shared apartment. It was much more spacious than yours but that was logical, taking in consideration the fact that you lived alone and he did not.
"Is your roommate home?" you asked.
"Not yet, he has some late courses today." He replied as he led you to his room. As you entered you took in as many details as you could. His room was painted a beige color, with a big bed in the center of it. His shelf was stacked full of books, he had so many books that there was a tower of extra ones right next to the shelf, there were little plants on his windowsill and a small bonsai tree on his big desk that was mostly occupied with supplies for his works and more origami, just like the one in the cafe you met. You placed your bag on a chair right by the door and turned to him, silently searching in your head for the right words that you should say about last night or about how you felt. But as soon as you made eye contact he quickly broke it and pointed to his desk.
"Shall we get started?" He asked and you nodded in confusion. You sat yourself on the chair right next to him but there was a distance you didn't really liked between the two of you. Talking about that, he did seem more distant today, you realized as you went on about the project and how you should start and how the structure should look. There weren't anymore "accidental" touches between the two of you, or any unnecessary closeness, as it was until now. And so in that moment you felt exactly the opposite of how you did last night. You felt cold and confused. But you kept your head in the game. You knew you had five days to get the sketches and layouts done, and then five more to get the mock up all sorted out, if you were chosen to do it. The thing was, if your sketches and plans looked promising, the professor would select you to make the mock up and present it at the museum exhibition. But for you to get to that point you had to do a good job. And for you to do a good job you had to keep your mind off Namjoon, which seemed impossible, but nevertheless, you tried.
You felt satisfied looking at all the sketches you had done this evening. It was looking put together and you didn't feel like much should have been altered. But still, you needed at least a few hours more to finally complete it and put it all together. And after many discussions with your partner you came to the conclusion that you were on the right track for now and that you should prioritize the meetings to get it done. So it was time for you to leave as you both started feeling tired and your back ached tremendously. You packed your stuff and went for the door but you stopped when you saw him grabbing his shoes.
"What are you doing?"
"Walking you home." He said and looked at you with a confused look on his face. As much as you did want him to do that, you couldn't agree. Not after today. Not after it felt like something between the two of you fell out of touch. You didn't want him to do something he didn't want to do, only to be a gentleman.
"It's okay," you said. "I'll uber home." you added and he slightly frowned at your words.
"Oh...alright." he added and waited for you to put your shoes on. As soon as you did he walked up to the door and held it open for you. You stopped right in the doorway looking up at him.
"Great work today, partner." he said holding up his fist for you to bump it. And you did slowly, not maintaining the contact for long.
"Yeah. See you soon?" You asked getting ready to get out of there as soon as you could, the air felt heavy and you felt dizzy as confusion took a hold of every cell in your body. Two nights ago you fell asleep in his arms and now you were fist-bumping? What the fuck was that about?
"Yeah." he said, and with that, you were gone.
The past days went by terrorizingly slow. You met everyday, sometimes at his house, other times at yours, and all you did was work on the project. You never talked about anything else. You felt hurt. And your heart did too. But if there was a thing that brought you some kind of joy, it was that you finished the project in time and submitted it. It turned out exactly like the two of you envisioned so you felt confident that you were going to be chosen for the next stage as well, but you didn't want to get your hopes too high up.
" Congratulations team #17! You should get working..." was all you had to read from the email you received for you to start jumping around your room and throwing yourself on the bed. You smiled while looking at the ceiling. You were feeling proud of yourself and...oh, that reminded you. You opened your phone as you thought of what you should write to Namjoon but right before you managed to start writing you received a message from him.
"We did it!!!!!"
"Yesss, we make a great pair!" You hit send quickly and...wait. A great what? A great pair????
You must be out of your goddamned mind.
"We really do." He responded.
"Team***" you wrote hoping to spare yourself of some embarrassment.
"I meant team." you added. "Sorry."
"Yeah, that too ;)" he wrote back and you felt as all the blood in your body went straight to your head.
A winky face? A fucking winky face? What was that supposed to mean? He was really toying with your head and it didn't matter if it was on purpose or not cause what you wanted was to play the same card as he did. And you'd do it at some point, you just hoped you'd get a chance soon enough.
The next four days you struggled with building the mock-up. Choosing the right materials, deciding on the right size, picking out the colors and so on. Your head hurt so much after every time you worked on it that you couldn't believe when it was actually ready. You both stood up and looked at it. It was really amazing. To put it into words, what you guys managed to build was the Temple of Aphrodite that combined with many modern architecture elements, resulted in the structure for an art gallery. You took your time on each and every column to look perfect and at the end it truly did. You painted some accents in gold on the moldings and on the acroterions but aside of that, you decided it would be a better idea to keep it all white. The yard that was around it had two pretty fountains on the sides and a green garden that was shaped like a maze. It looked perfectly true to your vision. And you were proud. You looked at Namjoon and payed attention to how he was still studying it.
"Are you satisfied?" you asked.
"I'm more than satisfied." he responded and you felt a trace of awe in his voice. "You?"
"To the fullest." You said and smiled. And your smile turned into laughing, and he started laughing too, and in the blink of an eye he wrapped his arms around you, and you around him, and he twirled you a few times. It felt like all the stress you accumulated during the period of birthing the thing that was in front of you, out of your heads, was finally leaving your bodies. He put you down and looked into your eyes with the most earnest look. Your phones ringed at the same time and you took two steps away from him as you both checked your phones. It was a group with people from your class and some unknown numbers.
"Let's celebrate tomorrow night before the exposition at the museum!" was a message written by one of your colleagues, and after it many started to respond with "I'm in" or "Sure" and it was a matter of seconds until a time and place were sorted out.
"Are you going?" Namjoon asked you.
"Sure." You'd go anywhere for a party right in that moment to be honest. You needed to loosen
yourself up for a bit. And alcohol was a good idea for that every time.
"Then I'll come pick you up at half past nine?" he was being playful, not making it a question nor a demand. Something in between, that would've made you say yes, even if you didn't want to.
"Alright." you said already anticipating tomorrow night. He left without saying much more and you were left in the comfort of your home looking at the finalized piece of art over and over again. Not only it was looking spectacular but you also finished it one day early too, so tomorrow was reserved for having fun and nothing more. The thought of Namjoon picking you up tingled your skin in a pleasant way. You weren't going to hold back anymore. Now that the project was done, the only thing left to focus on was him. So you would. If he doesn't like you back then you have nothing to lose, and if he does then you have a lot more to gain than sitting in silence. But you'll see what tomorrow brings you.
All of your and Namjoon's colleagues were laughing at each other's jokes loudly while drinking. But you and him? You were disconnected completely. Looking at each other all of the time you weren't talking to someone. The moment he picked you up with his car, he was left a little short of breath at seeing the choice of your clothes. Maybe you dressed a bit too sexy but you were going to a club so you deemed it fitting. It was the first time he picked you up with his car and when you asked him who's gonna drive it back he informed you he didn't want to drink tonight because he didn't want a headache tomorrow at the exposition. He was still on his first non alcoholic cocktail but you were already on your third shot, so when one of your friends asked you to come dance with her the only thing that seemed right to do was take her hand and get on the dance floor. You two were glued to each other, giving most people a show as you danced lewdly on the song that was playing. Between shots and dances and many laughs with your friends, you were feeling more relaxed by the second. But Namjoon was nowhere near the dance floor. So when a slow song started you went behind the couch he was sitting on, placed your hands on his shoulders as you slid them down his chest slowly, until your mouth lined up with his ear.
"Can I have this dance, my lord?" you asked and saw him smirk through your blurred up vision. He got up and extended his arm in your direction, so you hooked your elbow with his as he led you to the dance floor. You joined your hands at the back oh his neck and he hugged your waist with his big palms. You tried to concentrate on not stepping on his feet, as you were feeling tipsy from the alcohol, and being close to him only messed with your head more. You looked up at him and observed how he was looking at you through heavy lids. He didn't touch any alcohol yet he looked drunk as well. You tiptoed to get closer to his face and he made no move to pull back. The space between your mouths left room for your breaths to mix up and it crossed your mind how you must reek of vodka, but it didn't matter anymore. What mattered was how badly you wanted to kiss him right then, but you also wanted to see if he wanted it as bad as you, so you didn't make the first step. The only thing you did was brush your nose on his two times and smile. And after that, the next thing you knew, you were being dragged through the heated crowd, to a dark corridor that led to the bathroom. The music was still loud but you couldn't hear it anymore, the only thing you heard was your heart beating wildly as Namjoon pinned you to a wall and started kissing you. At first it was a shy kiss, where he only smacked his lips to yours, slowly moving them around your mouth, but it quickly turned into a clash of teeth and tongue and he was tasting every inch of your wet cavern. He was pulling you closer to him, and you felt like your legs wouldn't support you for much longer. He started kissing around your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, the left side of your neck and in between kisses you barely heard him say:
"I really...really...really...like you." as he kept kissing and sucking wet spots on your neck. And then he started to climb his way up back to your mouth with kisses. He pressed his lips against your mouth one more time.
"But I wanna do this the right way." he added as he parted his mouth from yours and looked into your eyes lovingly. His eyes shined in the dim lights of the club and he was emanating a kind of heat that you thought it could keep you warm forever. You were all red in the face and you felt all your senses coming alive after he kissed you tenderly. You could've bet all of the money you had on you that you looked like a hot mess. He brushed the top of your head a few times trying to neat out your messy hair and he gave you a kiss on the forehead.
"How about I take you home?" he asked close to your ear. And you agreed silently by shaking your head. You already had enough to drink and if you weren't going to keep kissing him, you didn't want to do anything else at the bar, to be honest. So you got in his car and the drive home was silent but as he parked in front of your apartment he started talking with a shaky tone.
"I'm sorry for being a jerk and acting so cold towards you after that night...I just felt like I did too much in such a short time, and I didn't want to scare you. As I said earlier," he said looking into your eyes. "I really wanna do things the right way with you." he added. You didn't know if you understood the words he said in the measure he wanted you to. But you got the main point. And so looking at him you asked yourself why are you talking and not kissing? It didn't seem to make any sense. So you got close to his face again, inhaling, getting as much out of him as you could, trying to relive the moments from earlier.
"I really, really, really like you too," you said, and kissed him on the cheek shortly. You leaned your forehead against his and closed your eyes.
"You're driving me insane." He whispered. So you took your chance, and payed him for what he did to you a couple of days ago, even though he apologized and you already forgave him way before that. So you looked into his eyes and pulled yourself away.
"Make sure to wear your best clothes tomorrow." you said as you got out of his car and walked to your building. As you lay in bed you realized the room was spinning around you, you started laughing as you thought about the steamy make out session you had in the club. It made you heat up, and more than that, it made you heat way down. You thought about him saying he wanted to go things "right" and wondered what that meant. You hoped you would find out soon enough. Alcohol put you to sleep immediately and as the night passed slowly, you dreamed of Namjoon holding you in his embrace again.
"Today is gonna be a good day!" you said to yourself while looking in the mirror, trying to get ready for the much waited event. If you had to guess, your whole class was going to be there, and most especially Namjoon, so you had to look somewhat presentable. It was hard to do that after last night. When you woke up this morning the room was still spinning with you in it and you couldn't remember half of the things you did last night. But you did remember the important things. You remembered the kisses and his words and it was all the motivation you needed to get yourself out of the bed. You tried to dress somehow elegantly so you picked an all black outfit, thinking you could never go wrong with that, and after selecting all your accessories carefully and styling your hair you were ready to go.
You met Namjoon at the entrance of the museum. He was dressed in all black as well, a pair of black fitted pants that went around his muscular thighs perfectly and a black suit shirt that had the first two buttons open. You froze looking at him, and he did as well while he was looking at you. He had never seen such a beautiful thing before and it was clear to him that out all the artworks he saw at your place, you were the most perfect one. You walked up the stairs to finally be in front of him and stared into his eyes.
"You really did put on your nice clothes, huh?" you asked jokingly while gently pushing his shoulder.
"I see you did that as well," he answered giggling.
"You look stunning." he added.
"You look stunning as well," you said while you thought to yourself that the word "stunning" was an understatement.
You went in and found your way to the side of the museum where your projects were exposed. You took your places behind your project while beholding it one more time. You thought to yourself that nothing this good could have ever come out from a place where you two didn't like each other. And what you built was completely on theme. It was like you brought an offering to the Godess of love. Something created for love and out of love, if not for each other, then sure for the craft you were both doing.
Most of the evening was filled with congratulations from the professors and your colleagues, as well as his. You spent most of the time explaining elements from your work and where your inspiration came from and so on and so forth. You weren't being left alone even for a minute, but you were constantly changing looks when you were talking to other people and at times, it felt like you were talking to each other. So when one of your colleagues decided to move on from your piece you were finally left facing Namjoon. And as he opened his mouth to say something, he was quickly interrupted.
"Mr. Namjoon!" you heard a deep voice saying, and as you turned around you associated the voice with a handsome man whose face looked sculpted. He had black fluffy hair and a pretty childlike smile. He walked slowly with his hands joined at his back and as he got closer you managed to spot a nametag which read "Kim
Taehyung". So he was the artist friend.
"Taehyung!" Namjoon replied as they hugged in a brotherly way, and you didn't doubt that they knew each other for a long while.
"I've gotta say, your work is by far the best one over here." the artist said as he lowered his back to take in all the details.
"Ah, it's all thanks to my partner," Namjoon said and the man in front of him straightened up, making eye contact with you as he held out his hand.
"Kim Taehyung," the man introduced himself properly.
"Y/N" you said and shook his hand.
"Great work you did, Y/N." he said. "My exhibition is today as well, I'd love for you to go and take a look."
"Oh, we already got one actually," Namjoon said as he looked at you. "Well it was more of a sneak peek."
"What did you guys think?" Taehyung asked. And Namjoon started to give his opinion about it and asking for the technical stuff and his inspiration. But when they finished talking Taehyung pointed his attention to you.
"How about you, Y/N?"
"Uh... from what we've seen I think it's a great work. But I find myself having a different definition for being in love." you said and looked at him, trying to avoid Namjoon's eyes at all costs, because you felt his gaze upon you and it was like you were feeling his touches and kisses all over you again. But this couldn't go on forever, you had to face him and you wanted to.
"Oh?" Taehyung said on a curious tone.
"I think it's more like..." you said and moved your stare to Namjoon's, who was contently paying attention to everything you did and said. From the way you rubbed your palms together nervously, to the way you struggled to find your words. But as you looked into his eyes all of that was gone. It was like it was just you and him only in the whole entire world. "Peace." you finally managed to say and Taehyung nodded in agreement.
"Everyone's opinion is valid when it comes to love. But I think you summed it up pretty well." he said but not you or Namjoon were listening anymore. You were completely lost in each other's worlds, where most probably, either one was doing the same thing to the other. So when the artist beside you realized what was going on he excused himself properly, snapping you both somewhat to reality.
"Well, my exhibition is gonna close soon so make sure you get more than a sneak peek." He said. "It was nice seeing you both!" He added and after the three of you said your goodbyes, you were left alone with Namjoon, thing you wanted all night long but now that you had it you didn't know what to do first. So you took a step closer, rose your hand and took a lint out of his swept back hair that bothered you all night. You inhaled his perfume quietly and you locked eyes with him again, trying to not let your train of thought derail in the most important moment.
"As much as I do want you to do things the right way," you said placing your hand on his sturdy shoulder as you slowly slid it down till it fell back down the side of your body. "I'd really wish you'd make an exception tonight." and as you finished saying it you felt your cheeks flush red and you saw how his did the same, but maybe in a more slight way. He cupped your cheek gently and you leaned into his touch.
"Should we go see that exhibition?" he asked smiling fadedly, but in his eyes you saw more, they burned with passion and desire, same as yours did every time you laid your eyes on him. You followed him through the corridors, gaining distance from the crowd, your heart was already beating excitedly anticipating what was going to come. You found yourselves at the door that led to the exposition and as he opened the door you inhaled deeply and remained stuck in your place. He looked at you and grabbed your wrist as he slowly pulled you in. The room was still lit by those dim lights that didn't let you see too much. All the walls were now covered in the same canvas you saw first time, and in the middle of the room were a table and two chairs on opposite sides of it. In your love daze you tried to find a new meaning for the room, but it was impossible for you as your head was somewhere else entirely. You soon felt Namjoon's hands slide down your waist as he came into your field of vision right after closing the door. He stared at you for a while, breathing heavily, and you were wondering what he managed to distinguish in the dark of the room. He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face and caressed your jaw lovingly.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said and brushed his nose against yours. You initiated the kiss this time. A desperate one, where you didn't know how you could get him to be closer to you. His hands traveled down to your ass cheeks and grabbed a handful, massaging them diligently which earned a moan from you. As soon as he had the chance, he slid his tongue right into your mouth and he started dancing with it, brushing against every corner he could reach. He couldn't get enough of you. You started unbuttoning his shirt slowly, savoring every new inch of skin you found to touch, praising yourself for finally getting to touch what you have only seen in that picture before. The kiss was getting more heated by the second and you felt exactly how wet you were getting already. He tapped on the outside of your thighs, as a signal for you to jump into his lap so you complied and as soon as he was holding you up he started moving towards the table in the center of the room. He placed you down on the cold surface which immediately lit up under the contact, and bursts of light started to travel from underneath you to the edge of the table. He broke the kiss, a small string of saliva holding your lips connected as he swiped his tongue to collect it. He took a chair and started walking in the direction of the door.
"Get naked." he said while placing the chair underneath the doorknob so no one could come interrupt you. You did as you were told, trying to get rid of as many clothes as soon as possible. While he walked back towards you, he took his shirt off completely and started buckling his belt.
By the time he was in front of you, you were only left in you bra and panties, while he still had too many clothes than you wanted on him. He looked at your body in all its glory as he undid your bra and took it off completely, while you unzipped his pants slowly. He started massaging your breasts, twisting your nipples agonizingly slow between his thumbs and middle fingers. You slipped your hand inside his pants, cupping his length through his boxers. He hissed at your action and started to kiss you on the neck, biting and sucking and licking at spots, making you go insane. You needed more. You started rubbing his already hard dick hoping it would urge him to do something more. Because in that moment it was the only thing that dared cross your mind. More, more, more. But he took his sweet time with you, exploring every inch of skin exposed, trailing his mouth down from your neck to your breasts, worshiping you like it was his last day on earth. He licked around your right nipple and sucked it into his mouth still flicking his tongue up and down on your sensitive bud, as his hands started traveling down your body, stopping on your warm thighs, palms dangerously close to your core, but not close enough. You couldn't take it anymore.
"Namjoon..." you managed to get out through silent moans. "P-please.."
He let go of your nipple from his mouth with a loud pop. He smirked darkly while looking you in the eyes.
"What is it sweetheart?" your heart skipped a beat at the pet name that came out of his mouth. As much as it was showing his affection, you couldn't miss on how he said it in a teasingly manner, for you to continue suffering while he was limiting his actions. He looked down at you and you begged, you prayed with your eyes that he'll just do what you want him to do and that you won't have to say it out loud. But he did nothing more than keep smiling and grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs tightly, and pain started to be mixed with arousal when his nails started digging in, showing you no mercy. He raised an eyebrow knowingly, daring you to go further.
"I need more," you whispered looking down. "Please do something more."
He hooked a finger under your chin and looked you in the eyes before giving you a soft peck on the lips. He maintained eye contact as he moved one of his hands to palm your heated core through your panties. He wanted to see exactly how you would react, and you did, especially when he moved your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit in circular motions that were still so slow, you felt you needed to make time go faster somehow.
"You're so wet already," he slowly kneeled down, keeping his eyes fixed on your pretty face. "I'm gonna take care of you," he said while he dragged you to seat on the edge of the table and slid your panties down to the floor. He spread you apart, and positioned his head in between your legs, dangerously close to where you desperately wanted him to be. "Now, and for however long you'll let me after this." and latched his mouth to your, begging to be stimulated, clit as soon as the words left his mouth. You gasped for air, reacting immediately by grabbing him by the back of his head, pulling him closer. He swirled his tongue flattening your folds, teasing your leaking hole and then coming back to your clit. You leaned back on your other hand and the table lit up under your touch again. In that moment you didn't know which one was more sensitive between you and the table. He kept going setting a steady pace, that was making you go mad. It wasn't enough for you to cum but he wasn't under stimulating you either. He brought you to a point and kept you there, not going any slower or any faster. And if you begged for time to go faster before, now you were stuck in a loophole. He rose his hand to your thigh and slowly dragged towards your aching pussy, where he slid to fingers inside you. He added more to the stimulation and you felt like you could cum right then. He started gliding them inside you, making sure to curve them in the slight way that would make you moan even heavier. When he felt you tightening rhythmically on his fingers, he went faster and sucked your sensitive bud even more intensely than before. You threw your head back, pulling his head more closely to you, and you let go finally when you felt the knot in your belly come undone, as you came on his fingers, breathing rapidly. You looked down at him, he was still doing his action but more slower, helping you ride out your high. He finally took his fingers out of you as he looked you in the eyes. He leveled with you as he rose up, and sucked his fingers clean.
"You taste like heaven," he said and you didn't know if you could get any redder than you were. You were thankful for the darkness in the room. He kissed you tenderly and brushed his fingers through your hair. You could taste yourself on every inch of his mouth. You were a mess underneath his muscular, tall figure. You were in the room for like what, fifteen minutes? And he already made you cum. And not like anybody did before. As he broke the kiss and looked at your fucked out expression, he smiled, displaying his beautiful dimples. You never wanted to suck anyone off as you did right now.
"Can I- I really wanna suck your dick." your statement barely came out a whisper. But he started chuckling darkly as he cupped your cheek.
"Not now, princess. We don't have that much time." Namjoon said as he took a condom out of the back pocket of his pants.
"Would you do me the honour?" and you shook your head gladly, as he handed it to you. He took his pants off and you payed close attention to the outline of his dick that you could see through his boxers. He quickly pulled them down as well and you felt your mouth watering at the sight of how his girthy cock sprinted out of them, slapping the lower side of his abdomen. As you opened the condom you focused on his blushing tip that was glistening with precum. He came closer to you and you managed to get the condom out and slide it on him, he groaned quietly because of the sudden contact. When it was fully on, he positioned himself better between your legs and he grabbed you by the waist with one hand as he was aligning his tip to your entrance with the other one. He gently pushed into you, stretching every inch he was touching which felt painfully pleasant. You moaned his name as he started picking up his pace, going faster and faster.
"Y/N....I've been dreaming of this for a long time." he blurted out in between thrusts.
Pleasure took such a toll on your brain that you barely even noticed he was talking. "But, hell...you're even tighter than I could've ever imagined." Namjoon completed and he started to fuck into you deeper, where no one has reached before, you realized. His touch was electrifying on your cold body, it warmed you up and made your skin tingle underneath. His lustful gaze through heavy lids was making you realize how much you actually needed this moment, how much you needed him. Because you wanted him for some time, and now that you were finally having him felt like some kind of dream you never wanted to wake up from. You pulled his head close to yours and kissed him. On his soft lips, on his smooth jaw, on his fragrant neck which was intoxicating your lungs with the expensive perfume. Everywhere you could reach. He brought his hand to your sensitive clit and gently rubbed it again. Soon enough, you felt like you were going to come undone again, and as you noticed his moves were getting sloppy and faster than before, you realized he can't last much longer either. You brought your hands to his wide shoulders and slid them down his back, scratching along with your nails, as you let yourself go for the second time tonight, you closed your eyes tightly and it felt like you were seeing stars when you came on his cock. And after a couple thrusts, Namjoon did too. He stilled in you deeper than ever before and you moaned his name as he bottomed out inside the condom. He buried his head in the crook of your shoulder and hugged you tightly with one hand, as he leaned over the table with the other one. The table lit up again and dimmed down at the same time both of you did. Namjoon kissed your shoulder quietly as he rubbed his face onto your skin to get more sense of you.
"You're amazing," he whispered in your ear as he held you tighter and nuzzled his nose into your hair. He kissed your cheek and pulled out of you. You shuddered at the emptiness you suddenly came to face. He handed you your clothes as he started to get dressed as well. He tied the condom and placed it in his pocket. You wanted to say something but you were left without any words. You felt amazing...he felt amazing. It was too good to be true and you didn't want to ruin everything by saying something stupid. When both of you were clothed again, Namjoon walked to the door and placed the chair back in its place. As you were walking towards the exit you turned around and looked at the exhibition again. It was only now that you understood it, you didn't know how to describe it but you felt like it portrayed exactly how you felt. How you felt about Namjoon and with Namjoon. He took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. Your heart fluttered at his sudden gesture.
"As much as I would like to stay with you here for the rest of eternity," he said back hugging you, "I really have to throw the thing out of my pocket." He said and you laughed loudly, throwing your head back over his shoulder as you placed your hand on his. You turned around and kissed him and then you two were out of there. Out of Taehyung's exhibition and out of the museum as well. You walked to a park nearby and seated on a bench. As he placed an arm over you, you pushed yourself further into him, leaning your head on him. You were talking as if you knew each other since the beginning of the world. You looked up at him and at the shine in his eyes. He smiled down at you and you kissed one of his dimples.
"Remember the time we met at the cafe," he said quietly. "when you said being partnered up felt like luck?" you nodded your head yes. "Well...to me, it felt more like fate." he spoke with all his heart. You remained speechless, not knowing what to say anymore. You searched for some words that could have the same meaning as his did, some words that could tell Namjoon exactly how you felt about him.
"I really am at peace with you." you whispered as if you were afraid to let that new vulnerability show. But he patted your head lovingly and kissed you on the forehead.
"I am at peace with you too." he assured you and stroked your cheek with his hand. You lost all sense of time as you started kissing again under the star freckled sky, but you were sure that if the world was going to end right then and there, you would die happy.
warnings: shy yandere namjoon, extremely light noncon touching, somnophilia tendencies, masturbation(male), namjoon being hella creepy, this is just super creepy idk what else to say
namjoon remembered the first time he visited your house. he could recall everything about that night, the barely audible hum of your fan on, the small night light that was plugged in night and day, even down to where every small trinket of yours was placed. he loved the fact he had such a perfect memory. it was made to hold every fact about you, at least it was what he had convinced himself
tonight was like any other. the sky dark yet covered in rain clouds. “ ___ loves the rain ” namjoon giggled to himself before reaching the window that looked into your bedroom. there you laid body limp and cozy under a blanket. namjoon felt the usual rush of adrenaline once his eyes found you. namjoon reached into the small bushes under your window to look for the bent rusty brown wire hanger he kept there to open your window with. it was risky keeping it there although he’d love it if you found it only to get paranoid and put bars on your windows, it would get namjoon all giddy thinking about how scared you got. he shook the thought from his mind and proceeded to pop the dingy lock and slowly slide the window open letting in the cold breeze. slowly he put his feet through first before the rest of his body, turning around to make sure you had not heard before leaving the window cracked.
namjoon visited you almost every night. he loved it, and he was sure if you knew you would too. he quickly rushed over to your side of the bed, kneeled and leaned into your face. he could watch you for hours, days, years even if you'd let him. you were overwhelmingly beautiful as you slept your eyes under the lids darting around as you dreamt. he hope you were dreaming about him.
he hoped that in your nightmares he’d came and saved you, even if the role was switched and he was the bad man coming for you in your dream. namjoon became flushed at the thought his face going red although not visible in the dark room.
he could smell the shampoo you used just hours before in the shower. he felt your breath exit your mouth, he leaned even closer. waiting for you to breathe out once again. finally as you did he breathed in your breath and held it for a moment, his cock twitched in his pants and eyes rolling to the back of his head. then regretfully let your breath go before he had a coughing fit. doing this a few more times had namjoon fully hard.
he let out a small groan. his hand reached down palming himself before he undid his belt and shoved his hand down his boxers.
he continued sharing your breath yanking at his fully erect cock quietly below your bed. your breath getting him closer to his climax. you then moaned slightly. his head felt dizzy and his stomach tightened, he continued jerking himself off to your breath. he loved how you looked so docile in your sleep. so peaceful and not able to know he was there, it lit a fire in namjoon. he rubbed his tip with his thumb , he wanted to watch you sleep for a bit longer before he finished. he admired your skin the way it looked so soft from the small glow of the night light. he loved the way your smaller hairs moved slightly from the fan in the room. namjoon thought it was interesting you left the fan on although it was cold outside and soon to be freezing from the oncoming rain. your small habits were incredibly cute to him.
namjoon began stroking himself again breathing in your breath once again. you began breathing out your mouth by now. it came out warm, it was namjoons favorite. namjoon lifted his free hand to slightly touch the hair next to your ear. this sent namjoon off, he groaned loud and jerked himself faster as he released in his boxers. his cum spilt on his right hand. he didn't let himself go yet he continued to yank at his cock slower now to drain himself as much as he could, before stopping at the base of his cock. his lungs were burning, he was only breathing when you did which resulted in his out of breath state. slowly he caught his breath again and leaned away from your face.
namjoon stood up hand still around his base in his pants before he slowly pulled both his pants and boxers, revealing the cum all over his cock and right hand. he reached to his back pocket to grab his phone and opened it to camera. he leaned a bit closer so his cock was in the frame with your sleeping face. namjoon took many pictures before slipping himself back into his pants and fixed his pants and belt. he put his phone away before taking some more pictures of just your sleeping face. namjoon leaned down to your face once again he whispered so he would not wake you.
I'd like to request Yoongi based on your jar of kinks, if that's okay with you ❤️
Hey my little flower! I'm sorry took me so long 🤦🏻♀️
That's completely fine, here you go!
Hope you like it 🤍
Why... why he did this too you? Why you let him do this to you?
You're now seated on the couch of the commun area in the dormitories. All the boys in the house, some chatting, some cooking, some sleeping. People might think that the sleeping one is your boyfriend, Yoongi. But no... no no no. He's the devil that is currently on his phone, seeming so distracted controlling the vibrator you have in your panties by the app he installed this morning.
Anyone who laid eyes on him won't never, ever say that he's torturing you for the past 40 minutes, going up and down with the vibrations and intensities making you jump and hold back gasps and moans from his play time. Jungkook is trying to say something about this new camera he brought for the third time and you can't seem to focus because Yoongi choose it to set the vibrations to the maximum. You close your eyes and unconsciously hold Jungkook's hand, his eyes going wide - jungshock stile - fixed on your face that is contorting in pleasure behind the curtain of hair you're trying to hide behind.
A little gasp scape your lips while you cum so hard that you feel the gush of wetness smearing the top of your tights.
Yoongi is looking at you with an almost imperceptible little smile, knowing exactly what happened and taking pride in it. That little shit was mean, protective and lovable... and with a huge soft spot for you, but so mean.
You try to breathe calmly, as calm as possible, and not give any signs of what just happened and you're successful, except for the alert boy in front of you.
"Noona..." his voice is a whisper, a knowing one. Kind of timid at your sight, but you can hear the lust in it, lurking it's way into his mind. He just saw you cumming, give him a break.
"Kookie, I'm... " he interrupts you squeezing your hand in his. You lock eyes with him and his pupils are dilated, hia eyes dark and his cheecks assuming a lovely shade of red.
Before you can apologize with the boy, you hear your boyfriend's voice and he stop, standing behind Jungkook.
"Jungkookie, can I borrow Y/N for a minute?" His eyes don't lie, he knows what he's doing, those eyes move to yours, his silent command for you to move and go up stairs is well read by you.
"Kiddo, don't go too far. Hyung has something to show you." And with that he's taking you by your hand and walking up stairs to his shared room.
Jungkook is left stupefied, the image of your face and your hand squeezing his palm engraved in his mind.
Yoongi opens the door for you, always the gentleman, and once you're inside you hear the click of the lock loud and clear.
Oh no.. he was not going to do this here. Right?
"Yoongi." Your warning tone fill his ears.
His playfull eyes not following the severity that his grave voice wants to show.
"Yoongi? That's how you call me kitten?"
His tongue coming out to lick his lips, your eyes getting too entranced by the marvelous muscle. That thing can turn the most eloquent beings into nothing, into mumbling messes.
"I'm sorry daddy. It's just... I couldn't hold back until poor Kookie fineshed talking and he.."
His deep voice interrupts your thoughts, a low chuckle escaping his lips.
"Poor Kookie? Kitten, he's not a kid anymore and he's far from "poor" in this situation. I could see his dick hardening at your fucking face when you came. Can I blame him, though..? You look divine when you cum."
You could feel the blush warming your checks, your legs squeezing, your eyes darting from him to the floor. Your hear his steps coming to you, the feeling of his long finger curling in your chin to make your eyes find him.
"You like that tought kitten? Jungkookie all bothered because of you? Would you like to have him here, watching while I take you? - his finger start to lightly move down your neck to your collarbones - tell me kitten."
His soft command gets your brain working again, you can't tell him that you would like that... you're kinky, but Yoongi makes your shy side come to surface.
"Daddy..." you stutter your answer and Yoongi knows you like the back of his hand, being the quiet observer he is.
"No need to get nervous kitten, it's okay... always knew you've had a little exhibitionist inside of you -He gives you a slow peck on your lips- We gonna take care of this later."
His lips are back to yours in a hot, sensual kiss. Slow and languid, his tongue massaging yours and making you melt in his arms. You're getting lost in his talented lips until you let out a moan, quiet and low but still a moan, and you remember where you are and what you're doing. You get way from the kiss and hold your finger up, pressing on Yoongi's eager lips.
"Yoongi, no. Were not going to have sex here, with all the boys down there!"
You whisper to him and hurried manner.
"What? You want me to invite them here instead?" That damn smirk on his face again.
With your eyes bulged and a slap on his shoulder you answer back.
"Are you crazy?! Stop that, what the hell is wrong with you today?"
"I just want to make my babygirl feel good and enjoy her little naughty desires. But I'll take baby steps with you kitten, no need to worry. But first, a little punishment."
With he throws you on his bed, your body bouncing on the soft mattress.
"Punishment? I didn't d-" his lifted eyebrow makes your tongue freeze, seating on his bed now and waiting for his words to you.
"You didn't? I can make a list today kitten. First you cum without my command, then you forgot how to address me properly and you won't admit that you're drenched by the tought of being watched. The last one is not really a fault, but I'll help you to come at peace with it"
You could only cum without permission if he sayed so on the beginning of the session, what didn't happened today. Yoongi was not harsh on you when it come to this because he loves seeing you cum, but he was in the mood for some sweet discipline today.
You knew better, so you just nodded at him.
"Good girl. Now how should I punish you today my love?" He looks at you as if waiting a suggestion, but you know he already has a answer.
"Let's see how much you can take kitten..."
"But daddy... why can't we do this in your apartment. Do you remember how we could listen to Jimin and J/G/N last week? I don't want to be the topic from the week." You say to him, trying to convince yourself too.
"Kitten... you and I both know that it's quite the opposite. But you can be a good girl and stay quiet."
He walks to you and stand in front of the bed, lowering to give you a kiss. His lips are warm and wet, putting your guard down and making you melt again. He knows how to make you feel secure and he knows how important it is too, he doesn't want you uncomfortable. You push down the bed with and hands are fast to capture yours and secure them above your head. You stay like this for a while, his mouth exploring your neck and and your lips slowly, his tight pressing against your core sending little waves of pleasure that just make you want more. His hands get bolder and go to your breats, massaging it and feeling its weight in his hands. You're trying to keep your moans quiet, but Yoongi's big hands are so good at making you loud. Once he got you distracted enough, you feel a sharp pinch on your nipples making you gasp and moan a little bit louder.
You look at him as if begging him to not go all out here, but you know you're far from the end of this. He's determined to make the whole house hear you today.
He takes off your dress and throw it back without caring where it land it. He gets up and open a draw on the nightstand and grab a black silk rope. He's gonna tie your hands? Now?
"Close your eyes kitten." Oh shit. Oh no...
Man, this gonna be worse then you imagined, but you want it so freaking badly.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes, you feel the mattress dip below his knees on each side of you and then the black silk on your face. He carefully ties the silk at the back of your head, slightly to the left so it won't poke your head and make you uncomfortable. Now without your vision, everything is heightened, your body adjusting to your new reality for next hour.
Suddenly you're flipped on your tummy and you feel the warmth of Yoongi's body I'm your back.
"Let's get this off, right kitten"
With that he's unhooking your bra, planting a small kiss at the center of your back and sliding the garment down. Your panties take the same destiny, maybe joining your dress somewhere.
You're now naked on Yoongi's bed, with the whole Bangtan down stairs. You have to stay quiet, how were you suppose to look at them if they hear you during this little rendezvous of yours. Right at this very moment you hear before you feel it. A loud spank on your ass, making you squeak and grab the sheets unconsciously.
"You're too quiet kitten... - another spank, another gasp - I wanna hear your voice." And he continues to spank you some more, alternating sides making your asscheecks inflame in a pretty red. That burning feeling mingling with pleasure making a hard time to keep quiet.
"My dirty kitten... you like to feel my hands like this? "
You moan as an answer, but Yoongi want words.
"You're a big girl kitten, use your words." His hands are soothing the aggravated skin of your bum, the sting and the comfort dueling in your brain.
"I-I like it daddy... feels so good"
He hums in satisfaction and you feel him moving, setting you on his lap, ass up and tummy on his thights, his hands exploring the expansive of your back and legs coming on a stop in your pussy.
"Fuck, you're drenched kitten... my little painsucker."
You're so far gone in his voice that you only moan quietly to him, trying so hard to keep it down.
He knows the effect his voice has on you, although things might be light till now, this is still your punishment. He's going to make you cum so much that you will have no option but scream for him to please stop.
You feel a single finger deep in your pussy, eagerly swallowing the digit. Yoongi close his eyes at the feeling of your silky walls hugging his finger,his cock already hard and leaking inside his pants. So warm and welcoming, if he had less self control he would be deep inside of you already.
You bury your face in the sheets to try to contain the loud moan that comes out, all your senses being oversensitive now without your vision.
He grunts at your tentative to stay out of the radar from the people at the leaving room and say:
"Hands on your back." You put your hands together on the small of your back and feel his long fingers holding your wrists together.
"If you hide again, I'll tie your hands to your ankles and leave you laying on the hitachi the whole night." He only needs to warn one time, your head now up and alert. You don't doubt him, not even for a second.
"Good girl. Now spread those legs for me and keep them open." He was back at slowly thrusting his finger in and out of you while you opened you legs more.
As if reading your mind he added one more finger, scissoring them inside of you to strech for a third digit.
Once three of his long, elegant fingers were plunging inside of you in fastened pace, your cries of pleasure were almost impossible to hold back, your lips bitten red, almost bleeding from how hard you've been burying your teeth on them.
You were so close to coming and Yoongi could feel it, feel your walls squeezing his fingers sporadically.
He looked at your face and saw how hard you were trying to hold back, his eyes turning black from lust at your sight.
"I don't understand kitten... you're dripping down to my jeans, making a puddle and yet you're drawing blood from your pretty lips holding my moans back. Let go kitten, come on. Fucking moan for me." You couldn't hold back anymore and let out a loud long moan that was trapped down your throat and didn't stop there, moaning "daddy" like a mantra, trying to reach your high. Yoongi could feel the ecstasy in your voice consume his mind instantly.
He was letting you come...? Usually he denied your orgasm on situations like this.
His thumb pressed tight fast circles on you clit while his fingers were fast on your entrance, wet noises echoing in his room. You're almost there, you can feel it already, just a little push.
"Cum for me." His low voice triggers your orgasm and it washes over you like a huge wave of pleasure. You can't contain your cries and you sure now that everyone knows what is happening up here.
Yoongi knows too and the satisfaction is delicious, his fingers never stop moving, if anything he goes harder and faster making you keen and whine at the overstimulation that is starting to spread on your body.
"It's.. it's too m-much.. daddy please wait" you beg him between whines and he chuckles at your mercilessly state.
"I tought you wanted to cum kitten, cumming without my permission... now you're gonna cum until you pass out."
The darkness in his voice enveloping you, that overwhelming feeling taking your body in a boiling hot wave throwing you in another orgasm making you almost scream his name, his title forgotten, but he's far from mad... he loves hearing you scream his name.
His fingers slowly retreating from your entrance and settling on your clit in slow motions to bring you down, but you're so sensitive that even that makes you avert his touch unconsciously.
"There you go... good girl." His praise make you feel so good, you can hear the pride in his voice. You've came so hard that your head is spinning, it was two orgasms... yeah, but almost at the same time and so so strong.
Yoongi is moving again, this time kneeling behind you and pushing your ass up, knees on the bed and chest down. What the hell was he..
"Daddy!" You startle at the feeling of his tongue laving your dripping pussy, not being able to see anything and try to pull away, but he's faster and grabb your legs, securing you in place, his tongue back to work.
One of the things he loves the most in the world it's eat your pussy, he loves your taste, your smell, the way you cry out for him in pleasure. He lives to eat you out, his favorite meal.
But right now you're so sensitive that is to much.
"Daddy please... I can't.." you whisper to him, hands grabbing the sheets.
"Babygirl, stay still and open your legs. Be a good girl... you're my little dirty girl aren't you?"
How can you disobey him now? You're his good girl after all, so you nodd and take it.
His hands are high where your tights meet your ass, spreading your lips open for his assault. You feel him lick your pussy from top to bottom (bottom to top?) all the way to your ass, giving a little kiss to your puckered hole.
You moan involuntarily, his tongue knows your anatomy better than anyone.
He repeated this actions over and over until he stopped to give kitten licks to your engorged clit. You keened at the sensibility and he continued till you were more relaxed and pushing your ass back at his tongue, the wet muscle feeling hot and slippery on your pussy.
At this, he stiffened his tongue and plunged inside you, making your arch your back and moan out a long "daddy".
"Such a good girl, taking your punishment so well. Although it doesn't seem like a punishment to you uh.."
He's back at fucking you with his tongue, his finger faster on your clit and his other hand working his a digit on your little hole there.
Its was so much and not enough, as soon as you felt the tip of his finger entering your little hole you've lost it, your body shaking in an powerful orgarm.
"F-fuck daddy..." a bunch of 'oh' and 'yeah' coming out in succession as you rode out the euphoria.
He detached himself from you and flipped on your back again, your breathing heavy, chest up and down in exertion, legs like jelly falling open exposing the treasure of the night to your so beloved daddy.
He takes satisfaction on your figure splayed on his bed, his hands up and down on your legs.
"I bet that everyone knows how dirty my slutty kitten are now..." you whine in embarrassment and try to close your legs as if they're all there, watching you.
Yoongi hold them open, eyes glued to your slit.
"Don't be shy know, I know you like the idea babygirl. What if I toke the blindfold and you find all the boys here watching you..." you can't deny that you would be embarrassed as hell but so turned on.
"See...you can lie all you want, but your little pussy it's clenching and gushing at the mere tought. Pretty kitten..."
He's back at your pussy, as a starved man. Bringing you another shaking orgasm, making you sobb and wet the silk blindfold with your tears.
"How many... hm?"
You have to stop and think back...
"Four.. daddy." You barely speak.
He hovers over your body and take the blindfold out, your eyes squeezing to adjust to the light. You feel his lips on yours, tender and sweet... it's over now.
You tought...
"Two more kitten" you widened your eyes and shaked your head vigorously.
"Daddy no.. I can't take it, it's too much! Please.."
His fingers are back on your clit going down to your entrance and slowly thrusting inside you, his palm stimulating your clit. Your hands try to stop him but he holds them up again and his body between your legs won't allow you to close them shut.
"So tight... you're gonna cum already kitten?"
You can't even answer back, his fingers hitting your sweet spot everytime he enters you, your tears rolling down your cheecks, moans turning into screams.
Your hips start to move on their on, something strong, a deep hot feeling taking over your body, you feel Yoongi sucking a purple mark on your neck and his voice on your ear.
"Cum kitten" and with that you feel like you're drawing in a deep pleasure, your whole body shaking and you can't even tell the sounds you make because everything becomes a little fuzzy.
Yoongi's fingers slow down to a stop and he can't resist the urge to suck them clean.
"Delicious..."
Once you regain some consciousness again you see him beside you, smiling proudly.
You're wet all over and look down see Yoongi's jean soaked, you try to get up but your head it's kind dizzy and Yoongi is fast to lay you down again.
"Uh uh... you just squirted all over me babygirl, take a deep breath... still have one more to go"
"Dadd-y... " your whines and crys became louder and you don't have the strength to get up, you're so exhausted.
"So you don't want my cock kitten... hm? It is your reward babygirl, you've been such a good girl for me..."
You want his cock, you always do. You're afraid you can't take though, but when you feel it running up and down on your abused pussy, the pain and pleasure again dueling for a place, you need him deep inside of you.
A series of 'good girl' and 'my pretty kitten' and a bunch of praises lull you in the last effort of the day.
You feel his tip pushing in, feeling so big stretching you out. You're so tight from all the orgasm you had, that the slight action makes you on edge.
Yoongi feels like he could die now, your silk, hot, wet and tight walls squeezing his rock hard cock all the way in. You feel like heaven, you always do.
"Kitten open your eyes, look at me." He's eyes are urgent, full of desire and love for you.
He push your knees up to your chest and go even deeper, making a long moan come out of you. He start thrusting in and out slowly, your breaths fast, the room hot and smelling like sex all over. The slow grinding give place to a more fast and hard rhythm, your hands on his arms tracing marks with your nails. He's hitting all the right places and you're pulsing around him, sucking him in every time he's out.
"Babygirl... such a good girl, gonna fill this slutty hole of yours, make you dripping for days." You're close again, you can feel Yoongi twitching inside of you and you feel his hand curling around your neck and pressing lightly and his lips sucking on your nipples.
Another orgasm washes over you and you can hear Yoongi's groans on your neck, his hips thrusting a few more times to ride his high, you both stay like this for a while.
After that, you remember Yoongi kissing your forehead and mumbling something, than he gently cleans you while you try to avoid the wet towel, and sleep takes over your body, finally.
Yoongi position your sleeping body comfortably, your head on the pillows, his long fingers playing with your hair...
➳ It’s Namjoon’s birthday, and you have a surprise for him, one that you know he will enjoy.
Pairing: Namjoon x reader
Genre/Warnings: Smut, super smutty, thigh riding, oral (female and male receiving), dirty talk, dom! joon, daddy! kink, cumshot in panties, orgasm denial, babygirl!, slapping? (more like a firm hand against readers face), female masturbation. I think that is it. Please let me know if I missed anything.
