Twisted Purple Meow Meow

Just a 40-something single mom of one that loves to write smutty romance.

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

Private Recording Session Series, starring BTS

Private Recording Session

The Move

The Jimin Effect, Part 1

The Jimin Effect, Part 2

Jin’s Birthday Party, Part 1

Jin’s Birthday Party, Part 2

WTF, Namjoon?

New Year’s Explosion

Whew, Chile!

Come Over

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

New Year’s Explosion

What a way to ring in a New Year

Crystal

It’s been about ten days since Namjoon walked in on Jin and me. I’m shocked he took the high road and not beat him up. I saw he left his copy of my apartment key on the kitchen island. He did call me while I was in Chicago, but I didn’t answer. I called him back and left him a message. I doubt he heard it, though. I heard from his dad and was told of his visit. I told Dr. Kim everything, and he gave me the same advice: tell him before it’s too late. Eighteen years is way too long not to tell somebody you love them, and being Namjoon’s glorified bedwench is too low, even for me. 

I flew back into town two days before Jin’s New Year’s Eve bash at his home. I got to baggage claim to grab my luggage when I saw Jin and Jimin were waiting for me. I gave them both hugs and pecks on the cheek before Jimin grabbed my luggage and gift bag. 

“How was Chicago?” Jin asked. 

“Lovely,” I answered. “It even snowed on Christmas Day. I brought you two something from home.”

“Thank you. Let’s go to your place, and I’ll fill you in on what’s been going on since you left.”

We got to my apartment, and I gave Jin a small tin of popcorn from a popular shop in my hometown. I gave Jimin a book he’s been searching for. They both thanked me, and Jin dropped a bomb on me that I didn’t expect to hear: Yuna Kang was back in town.

“Why?” I asked.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Jimin said. “Right now it looks like she and Joon have been getting real cozy with one another.”

“It makes me question how long he’s been in contact with her,” Jin chimed in. “Since you’ve been back in town, he’s made no mention of her until about a week ago.”

“He’s brought her to the studio, and they couldn’t pry themselves from each other long enough to breathe.”

I nodded my head. “He’s probably doing this to get back at Jin and me after he caught us together. That’s around the same time she came back around him, right?”

The expression on Jimin’s face said it all. “He didn’t have the decency to call you first?” he asked. “He waltzed in as though he owned the place and saw you two?”

“Probably why he got in touch with Yuna.”

“I believe so. The other guys are wondering why she’s around again as well. According to Joon, she and Minho broke up for good a year ago and moved back into town. She’s been lying low until she saw a pic of you and Joon from the listening party, and decided to look him up.”

I looked at Jin and Jimin. “I want to assume she’s matured in those years we haven’t seen her. We don’t know what happened between her and Minho. Plus, with all that has happened in this year, I’m ready to wipe the slate clean and begin anew.”

“Agreed, Crystal. I hope she doesn’t break his heart like she did last time. That was an ugly period for him and us,” Jin spoke.

Jimin got up, walked over to me, and hugged me. “I’m glad you’re around, Queenie. You’re the key to getting Namjoon to act right.”

I sighed. “I hope I can work that miracle. The way he’s behaved lately, I’m even more nervous about telling him my real feelings.”

“Don’t worry, Queenie. If you can’t say it, we’ll say it for you.”

“Thank you, guys. I appreciate it.”

Namjoon

Since Yuna came back into my life, I have never felt better. I know Crystal left for Chicago to see her parents for Christmas and will be back for Jin’s party. She called me, but I was in the studio with Yuna. I want to find the time to speak to Crystal and tell her how I feel. That was my intention for going over to Crystal’s that day to tell her, but when I saw her and Jin together, I decided not to explode. Back in the day, I exploded on Yuna and Minho when I caught them in my trailer. This time, it’s different. 

When I came home from my dad’s, I called Crystal, but she didn’t answer. I was going to my building’s gym when Yuna showed up, and all of my feelings I had for Crystal got transferred to Yuna. Now, every time I have sex with Yuna, I imagine it’s Crystal squirming under me. God, I miss making love to her. I can’t keep treating her like my private prostitute, especially if I claim to love her. Jin’s party would be the best time to tell her, as long as I can get her alone. 

The day before the party, Yuna and I went shopping. She made a beeline straight to the dress shop and looked through every dress in the back of the store. The next thing I knew, she took the five best dresses she deemed appropriate and went to try them on.

”Joon Bug baby, what do you think about this dress for Jin’s party?” Yuna asked. She came out of the fitting room wearing a bubble gum pink dress that came to her knees. The back of the dress had a tiny cutout for easy access to unzip the dress. 

“It’s beautiful, dear,” I said, completely uninterested. I scrolled my phone for any updates from Crystal. So far, she posted pictures from her trip to Chicago, and that’s about it. I shifted my eyes back to Yuna and her impromptu fashion show. She finally settled on a basic black dress that’s awfully short and shows off her figure beautifully. She found a pair of heels that gave shape to her legs, and she was ready to go home. My credit card has a dent in it from buying her more dresses, lingerie, and shoes.

I drove Yuna back to her place, a high-rise building where she stays. Her two-bedroom, three-bathroom condo felt warm and cozy. Although a bit too girly for my liking, it’s a place where I can rest my head when I need to rest after dance practice or a session at the studio. I haven’t been back to Crystal’s since I walked in on her and Jin. Plus, I gave her back her apartment key with no intention of returning. Now, I’m craving the smell of cinnamon and peppermint this time of year.  

“What’s on your mind, Daddy?” Yuna asked. She came into the living room wearing a sheer white robe, leaving little to the imagination. Her bags from shopping were everywhere, except for a select few she took into the bedroom with her.

I looked up from the couch and smiled at her. “Nothing much,” I told her. “I was thinking about Crystal. I haven’t heard from her since she came back into town from visiting her parents at Christmas.”

“Yeah. She hasn’t posted anything on her socials lately. I wonder what’s going on with her,” Yuna mused. “I hope she’s alright from visiting her parents.”

I patted my knee so Yuna could sit on my lap. Kissing her cheek, I said, “That’s why I love you. You’re caring about the people I love. Grab my phone and shoot a text to her. See if she answers.”

Yuna went to get my phone out of my coat pocket and sent a message to Crystal. After a couple of minutes, a message popped up from Crystal. Yuna showed it to me. I looked at it and smiled on the inside. I excused myself and went into Yuna’s bedroom to read her message. 

CT: I’m alright. I took a social media break while I was visiting my family. I have something to tell you that I’ve been holding onto for years, and I can’t hold back anymore. I’ll see you at Jin’s.

ME: I’ll be there, Queenie. Seek me out, and we’ll talk. I’m not mad at you.

I started grinning, anticipating what she wanted to tell me. I went back to Yuna and told her that Crystal’s fine and she’ll see us at Jin’s place. Yuma made a last-minute appointment to get her hair and nails done, while I went into her bedroom to lie down. I don’t remember going to sleep, but I know that I smelled a mixture of vanilla and coconut, Crystal’s scent. I turned to my right and kissed Yuna on her forehead while she slept. Wrapping my arms around her naked body, I began imagining Crystal back in my arms, her rightful place. I need to tell Crystal tomorrow how I feel, even if I have to follow her into some corner of Jin’s mansion.

Crystal

It’s New Year’s Eve, and I am way too pumped for tonight! I started my day by going to the gym for a hot yoga class. Then, I went to my hairstylist to get my hair done. My disco ball mini dress was hanging up in front of the closet door. I played BTS’ discography while I relaxed and slowly got ready for tonight. Jin’s picking me up later tonight, and I’m getting some time with Namjoon. I hope he doesn’t show his ass like he did last time, I thought to myself.

I made myself a light meal of a grilled ham and cheese sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup. I was scrolling on my phone when a message popped up from Jimin.

JM: Queenie, can’t wait to see you tonight! There’s someone I want to introduce you to. I think you’ll like her.

ME: Okay, Jimin. I look forward to it.

JM: I got some info about Yuna I can only share with you and Jin. We’ll talk.

I had to smile. It’s crazy how my relationship with Jimin has evolved from being his fucktoy to verbal sparring partner, recreational drug users, and now to being best friends. There’s a video shoot he’s doing for his next EP sometime in January, and he asked me to be the main lady in it.

A few hours later, Jin arrived. Wearing a green suit with a black shirt, he looked divine. I, wearing the disco ball mini dress and matching heels, picked me up and kissed me under my mistletoe. We left my apartment and got in the limo. On the way to Jin’s, he poured two glasses of champagne, handing me one. 

“Cheers to a wonderful year, and to a better new year,” Jin said. 

“Cheers,” I replied, clinking my glass with his and taking a sip. We took a picture together, holding up the glasses and posted it to social media. 

When we got to his home, it was decorated in black and gold. I got a private tour, and we stopped in the master suite, which is way bigger than Jimin’s at the penthouse. A massive bed was in the center of the room, facing a wall of mirrors. He walked me over to his bed, gently lying me down on it. He leaned down and kissed me, this time with urgency. His hands went up my legs until he found the thong I was wearing, and peeled them off me. He pushed my dress up so that it was around my waist, and traced my pussy with his finger. 

Kneeling, Jin inserts two fingers inside me, making me squirm. He looked at me as he played with my clit with his thumb, and i blew him a kiss. Smiling, he put his tongue to work on my pussy. He traced my folds with the tip of his tongue up to my most sensitive spots. I began moaning Jin’s name before he moved faster, using his tongue and fingers inside me. I shouted his name and came hard.

 Jin climbed onto me and gave me a deep kiss. He released his dick from his pants and wasted no time entering me. I rested my legs on his wide shoulders as he went deep inside me, making me feel every inch of him. I rocked my hips side to side until he pulled out just a bit before filling me completely. 

“Crystal, I’m about to come,” Jin whispered. 

“Give it all to me, Jin.”

Removing my legs from his shoulders, he spread them wide and fucked me hard enough to not only make me squirt, he also came inside me. Panting, he lay on top of me and kissed me. I kissed him back, feeling as though I’m in the clouds laying in his bed with his weight on top of me. 

“We should get back to the party,” I said to Jin.

“Yeah, we should. Jimin should be here with his new girlfriend he wants you to meet.”

Namjoon

“Come on, Yuna! We’re going to be late!” I yelled.

”I’m coming, baby,” Yuna yelled back. “Can you come help me with my zipper? I think it’s stuck.”

Sighing, I went into her bedroom, and she was still not dressed. She was standing in front of the mirror with black mesh lingerie on, nothing else. “Yuna, what’s taking so long?” I ask her.

Yuna walks over to me and places a kiss on my lips. “I can’t decide, Joon Bug. Which dress would grab attention from everyone: the red one or the pink one?”

This woman is driving me insane, I said to myself. “Which one do you prefer?” 

Yuna pouted. “I don’t know, baby. Pick for me, please.”

“Go with the pink one. The driver will be here in ten minutes.”

I left Yuna to get dressed as I scrolled through social media to see what’s going on. Crystal looked breathtaking in her mini dress, and she was standing with Ashley, Yoongi, and Jimin. I left her a message under the picture, and saw some of the solo ones she took: a selfie while doing her makeup, her in the mirror posing, and the final one in the limo with Jin, both holding up a glass of champagne. I liked every single one, except the last one.

Yuna came out of her bedroom, wearing a deep red short mini dress, similar to the one Crystal wore some time ago for the listening party. As usual, her hair and makeup were impeccable, and she was ready for action. My phone buzzed, letting me know the driver was here. I grabbed Yuna’s coat and mine, and we headed out the door to Jin’s.

In the limo, I was scrolling on my phone when Yuna looked over my shoulder. “OMG, Crystal looks good in that dress!” She exclaimed. “She hasn’t aged a bit. I wonder what her secret is to having super flawless skin.”

”You can ask her when we get there,” I advised her, not really paying attention to half of what she was saying.

”Joon Bug, who’s that girl with Yoongi? Is she his girlfriend?”

“Yes, and her name is Ashley. She joined around the same time as Crystal did.”

As Yuna yammered on while looking at the pictures on my phone, she started to place her legs on top of mine. I looked over at her, and she smirked. She climbed in my lap, facing me, and asked, “Am I pretty?”

”Yes, you are,” I answered.

“Tell me, Daddy. Am I prettier than the girls you’ve had after me?” she asked, nibbling on my neck. 

“Yes, you are, baby girl.”

Yuna reaches down and unzips my pants, pulling me out and jacks it until I’m hard. She hikes up her dress and removes her panties, showing me that she’s bald. Slowly, she puts my tip inside her before she sinks. She moves her hips while looking at me, grinning. 

“I have one more question: Would Crystal do any of the hardcore sexy stuff I do with you?”

She’s crossing into dangerous territory, I said to myself. If she only knew the half of what we’ve done since she’s moved back into town!

”I can’t say that she would, baby girl,” I replied, now gripping her hips as she grinded into me hard. 

“Oh? Won’t Crystal go down on you in a moving vehicle? Won’t she let you fuck her in her big ass? Won’t she fuck some other guy in front of you to make you jealous? I wonder how many times Jimin snapped her back and told you about it? Did you participate in a threesome with them? Would she fuck Jin in front of you and brag about it?”

The last question made me throw Yuna off me and pin her down onto the seat. I spread her legs wide and pushed myself into her. She wrapped those legs around me and held on to dear life as I fuck her hard. I lean down and whisper, “Never mention Crystal, Jimin, or Jin while you’re fucking me. It makes Daddy extremely angry. I’m going easy on you right now. Don’t do that again, okay baby girl?”

”Yes, Daddy,” Yuna squeaked out.

I pulled out and told her to open her mouth. Yuna did so, and my dick went inside so she could drink my come. After she swallowed, I put myself back in my pants. She whimpered, knowing she wanted me to come inside her. I wasn’t going to let her get off when she started questioning Crystal and her sexual history with me, the Lothario, and the deal maker of the group. 

When we got there, the party was in full swing. I whispered in Yuna's ear, “If you behave tonight, I might let you come. Don't make me angry tonight. You won't like what punishment Daddy has for you.”

Yuna nodded and made a beeline for Taehyung and Jungkook. I watched as she hugged them both a little too long before I began searching for Crystal. Taking a glass of champagne from the waiter, I took a sip until I spotted her, talking to Hoseok. I walked up to them, and Crystal had a giant smile on her face when she saw me.

“Joon!” Crystal exclaimed. “I'm so glad to see you.”

“Nice seeing you too, sugar,” I replied, giving her a giant hug. I inhaled the coconut scent she wore on her skin, and released her to take a real good look at her. The disco ball dress showed off her curves perfectly, and the makeup she wore brought out her skin tone perfectly. 

“Aww, the real couple has reunited,” Hoseok sang, loud enough that Yoongi and Ashley came over.

”It’s about time!” Yoongi exclaimed, then turned to me. “Have you told Yuna about you and Crystal?”

”She doesn’t need to know,” I said. 

“No, she doesn’t, and it’s not her business,” Crystal chimed in. “We’re all here to ring in a new year, not rehash ancient history. Now, I’m ready to dance. Namjoon, would you like to be my partner?”

”Anything for you, sugar.”

Crystal led me to the makeshift dance floor Jin arranged in his living room. A slow number came on that I hadn't heard in years. I pulled Crystal close to me as we danced. She relaxed in my arms while dancing, as though she missed the feeling of being next to me. After this, I had to tell her, I thought to myself. She had something to say to me as well. 

In the middle of the song, Yuna came up and tapped Crystal on the shoulder. Graciously, Crystal stepped aside so that Yuna could dance with me. Jin took over my spot in her arms, and I started to see red. I snapped out of it as Yuna pressed herself against me. I resigned myself to her at the moment. When the song was over, Yuna took my hand and found the guest room, where all of our coats were stored.

Yuna sat me down on the bed, and she got in front of me, kneeling. She removed my belt and undid my pants, pulling my dick out for some air. Smirking, she engulfed me and bobbed her head up and down. I grabbed her hair and forced her head down, while I pumped in and out of her mouth. I let her come up for air as I lay down on the bed, and she climbed on top. She lined me up to her entry and sank down slowly. Her hips moved to the rhythm of the sound coming from the living room, and I’m enjoying the private show. She moved a bit faster, this time to the music in her head and ignoring what’s outside the door. My hands wandered to the front of her dress and I thumbed her clit fast. I shouted her name as I came inside her, and Yuna followed immediately, and fell onto my left panting. 

We lay on top of the coats on the bed, breathing heavily. Yuna was next to me, but my mind kept drifting back to Crystal. How I wish I can get an audience with her and her alone without Yuna clinging onto me. Yuna snuggled deeper into me, as though she wanted to get into my skin physically. I was drifting off to sleep when Yuna said, “Joon Bug, I love you.”

“I love you too, Crystal,” I said, not thinking about what just came out of my mouth. 

Yuna looked up immediately. “Excuse me, Namjoon?”

Half-asleep, I looked at her. “What?” I asked. 

“You called me Crystal,” Yuna snapped. “Is that who you were thinking about?”

I was confused. “Yuna, what are you talking about?”

Yuna got up, straightened her dress, and stormed out of the room. I followed her out, calling her name to apologize. She stopped in the living room, where everyone was waiting for the midnight countdown. I briefly glanced at Crystal, who was talking to Ashley and Yoongi about something, and turned my attention back to Yuna.

“Kim Namjoon! I can’t believe you would say that while we lay next ot each other!” she screeched.

“Baby, I’m sorry!” I exclaimed. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t know how you weren’t thinking, when it’s me you’re with.”

“Who said we were a couple?”

Yuna sighed loudly. “Oh, come on! Everyone sees it, even your precious Crystal!”

My blood started to boil at that point. “What did I tell you about mentioning her?”

“Please, Namjoon! You only said that because you didn’t want me to say her name while I bounced up and down on your dick.”

The whole room gasped at what Yuna said. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jin and Jimin lead Crystal out of the room before Yuna turned her attention toward her. The next thing I knew, a hard slap cracked across my face as the people shouted, “Happy New Year!”

Chapter Nine: Whew, Chile!

[joonie-joon]

OnlyFans Amateur

Pairing: OnlyFans Creator/Roommate NamjoonXFem!Reader

Genera: Smut

Summary: You find out your roommate Namjoon is an OnlyFans creator and had a collab fall through. He is worried about making rent on time and asks you to be in a video with him to help him make his deadline. Before you make your decision, you do your own research.

Preview: “Did you like what you watched?” He persisted, taking another sip of his drink.

“I uh, didn’t watch anything. I just scrolled really.” You lied very unconvincingly.

“You know, these walls are very thin.” He explained, using his finger to tap against the eggshell white paint of the kitchen. “Any little sound, or buzzing noise, can be heard very well. So let’s try answering that question again.”

Content Warning: 18+ NSFW. NO MINORS. Service Dom! Namjoon. Sub! Reader. Reader is kind of annoying and pushy in the beginning for the plot sorry. Masturbation (f). Mention of watching porn w description of m/m videos (bisexual Namjoon), solo videos, and m/f videos. Talk about porn/sex. Nipple play. Dry humping. Oral sex. (M and f receiving) Fingering. Major overstimulation. Multiple orgasm. Pussy worship. Use of sex toys. Squirting. P in V. Dirty talk. Use of pet names like: baby, good girl. Praise. Birth control is implied idk.

Tag list: @woohwachaos @mintyunho @nowornevermarie @dayho3 @hoofymalone @auxiny @daeteez @b-tangkitten

Namjoon was a pretty decent roommate. You had connected with him on Facebook while searching for somebody to move into your spare room in your apartment when your last roommate moved out unexpectedly. He was quick to take you up on the offer.

He kept things tidy, relatively quiet. He read a lot and liked to sing in the shower. Your schedules seem to be quite the opposite: while you were at work, he was home. And while you were home, he was out or hidden away in his room. Your interactions were always pleasant. He was a genuinely nice guy who even left you meals in the fridge if he had any food left over from his dinner. You didn’t know much about him: who his friends were, where or what he did for work, or even what his last name was but he paid rent on time and didn’t bring drama. That’s all you could ask for.

You sat in your shared living room watching tv, lounging and relaxing after work when Namjoon came out of his room with a frustrated look on his face. His fingers were furiously typing against his phone screen.

“Hey.” You greeted him. “Didn’t realize you were home.”

“Uh, yeah.” He said without looking up, still focused on whoever he was texting.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, never having seen him in any mood other than a pleasant one. He took a second to glance up at you, a fake and tight smile on his face.

“Yeah. All good.”

“Okay.” You shrug. “You just seem a little stressed out or something.”

“It’s just a work thing.” He said, brushing it off but this peaked your interest never hearing him mention anything about his work. Or much of anything really.

“Oh? Anything I can do to help?” You offered causing Namjoon to snicker a bit, a laugh that made you feel a bit insecure for some reason. Almost as if he was laughing at some sort of an inside joke. “What’s so funny?”

“I uh- I don’t think this is something you could help me with.” He said, plopping down on the couch beside you in a huff. This was the first time you had had a conversation this long, let alone sat so close together. It excited you a bit.

“Come on, I’m good at my job. I’m a supervisor. I manage a whole team. I’m sure I can help you out with whatever is going on.” You pushed. “What kind of work are you in?”

“Well,” he hesitated, “Im a content creator.. I guess you could say.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Maybe I’ve seen some of your work.” You said excitedly while taking your phone out. “What platforms are you on?”

“I definitely don’t think you’ve seen my content or I think we would have crossed that bridge by now.” He chuckled, a hint of a darker tone behind his words that you caught onto quickly.

“What? Am I crossing the line or something?” You ask, panicking a bit. “I’m sorry. I just haven’t gotten to know you so I guess I got a bit excited.”

“Well, although that’s very cute, I don’t know if this is something I’m ready to share with you.”

“Do you make cringey videos or something?” You chuckle but Namjoon didn’t laugh along with you.

“No.” He said, sighing deeply. “Definitely not cringey.”

“Okay, you kinda have to tell me now. I’m way too curious.” You pester, not allowing him to shy away from the topic. He groaned, running both his hands through his hair dramatically before finally giving you an inch.

“Do you promise not to judge me?”

“I promise.” You say, crossing your heart like a school-girl. “Cross my heart.”

“Oh god-okay.” Namjoon rolled his eyes at your cliche but continued. “I make content for Only Fans.”

“Wait, isn’t that.. the porn site?” You ask with a bit more emphasis on the word porn than Namjoon appreciated.

“You said you wouldn’t judge.”

“I’m not I’m just.. I guess I can’t really picture you doing.. that.” You said, your voice still full of judgment. Namjoon was admittedly very, very, attractive. But in more of a ‘hot teachers assistant’ way. He was tall, studious, and came off very private. You couldn’t imagine him filming himself and posting it for others to watch.

“You mean you don’t think I can fuck?” He said, snickering a bit.

“No! I mean, yes. Not that I’ve imagined you having sex. I haven’t. But I just didn’t take you as somebody who would, you know, record yourself doing that for money.” You said, a bit of panic in your voice. “There’s nothing wrong with that! Nothing wrong at all. I mean, you always pay rent on time so I don’t care.”

“Well, that’s kinda the problem.” He grumbled. “I was supposed to shoot a new video I promised my subscribers with this new amateur actress and she cancelled. My other creator friends are all unavailable so, I might be fucked out of rent this month.”

“Oh-uh.. I can see how that would be frustrating.” You say, not knowing the best way to comfort him in this scenario while also worrying about the other half of your apartments rent money in the back of your mind. “Can’t you just.. do something else?”

“My subscribers are waiting on a new video with a partner. If I post a solo video I’ll have to refund a whole bunch of subscriptions and I’ll be fucked. No pun intended.” He groaned.

“You really have enough subscribers to pay your rent every single month?” You say in complete shock, glazing over his entire issue.

“Yes.” He sighed. “For now.”

“Holy shit.” You mumble. “Well, do you have a backup plan?”

“No. Not unless you want to take one for the team and be in the video with me.” He said, laughing a bit.

“Oh, you’re hilarious.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m joking. Plus, you’re a virgin right?”

“That’s fucking rude.” You scoff.

Namjoon’s eyes scanned you up and down, sizing you up. You suddenly felt a bit self conscious and covered yourself by crossing your arms.

“You know, maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all.” He lifted his finger to his lips like he was pondering a deep thought. “Yeah, that could totally work.”

“I’m lost. What are you going on about?”

“You should be in the video with me. If you want to, that is.” He said so casually you thought he was joking. You started to laugh, a small snort slipping out. When his face remained serious, your laughter cut off quickly.

“Wait- you’re not joking?”

“No. I have to pay rent somehow and you’re very pretty. I get tested for STD’s weekly and I’m clean.” He said very confidently. “Plus, I would do all the work. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than enjoying yourself.”

“I wouldn’t have to worry about anything? Of course I would. I’d be on camera!” You balked. “There’s like a million things I would have to worry about.”

“My content very much surrounds the pleasure of my viewer and the person I make content with if I do a video with somebody.” He put it simply. “I don’t expect you to do anything too performative. We can talk about what you like and dislike but, really, all you have to do is allow me to give you multiple orgasms for my own pleasure and yours.”

“Oh please.” You scoff, not believing a second of it. “I’ve seen porn before. It’s 90% blowjob followed by 3 pumps and a fake orgasm.”

“That’s porn made in a studio for men by men. I make porn for everyone but, mainly women. The majority of my subscribers are either women or people who identify as queer.” He explained. “Plus, I get off by getting people off.”

Although the idea was insane, his words admittedly made butterflies flutter around in your stomach.

“I don’t know.” You said, still not fully believing what he was saying. “I also don’t know how I feel about being recorded. What if people recognize me?”

“I can blur your face if you like.” He shrugged, unbothered. “I’m able to work with you to make you as comfortable as possible. We don’t even have to have sex if you don’t want you. You can just lay back and let me take make you cum a few times with my hands. My mouth. Maybe a toy if you have one..”

He trailed off, allowing you to envision the experience. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as well as between your thighs, although it made you feel a bit embarrassed. Your eyes glanced down to his hand. His fingers were long and almost delicate that suggested hidden skills and an expert touch. As your eyes traveled farther, you noticed he was hard. His bulge pressing up into his jeans in a size that was impossible to ignore.

“Oh.” You slipped without thinking, your eyes snapping away quickly. You had to fight hard not to look back down.

“Sorry.” He apologized, a smirk on his lips. “Like I said, I get off to getting others off. Even thinking about getting you off is enough to turn me on.”

You unintentionally pressed your thighs together which Namjoon noticed, satisfied. He knew he was having some sort of effect on you. Good or bad, he didn’t quite know.

“What are you thinking? Is this too much all at once?” He asked, his voice soothing.

“I still don’t know Namjoon.” You mumble. “I’m just.. nervous. About a lot. I’m not sure what to think about all this still.”

“I understand.” He nodded and stood up from his spot on the couch. “How about you sleep on it? Let me know tomorrow.”

You nodded, giving him a tight smile. He walked over to his bedroom door. But, before going inside he told you one more thing.

“Runch Randa.” He said, not elaborating.

“What?” You asked him, completely confused.

“My Only Fans name. Runch Randa.” Namjoon repeated. “In case you need to do some research.”

Namjoon slipped into his room without another word, leaving you with a peculiar decision to make by morning.

———————————————

You were still tossing and turning at midnight. Namjoon’s words repeating themselves over and over again in your mind. Should you or shouldn’t you? You thought to yourself. It would be easy to say no and help him cover rent this month. Secretly look for a backup roommate just in case this happens again. But truthfully, the thought about saying no disappointed you a bit. Not because you wanted to be on camera and wanted to sell sex with your roommate. But because Namjoon made sex with him sound so intriguing. And he must be good at it, right? If he was good enough to make money off of selling his sex it must be?

You wanted to call a friend and talk to them. Ask them what you should do but, you couldn’t. You didn’t want them to judge your roommate or you if you went through with it. Or worse, watch the video if you did. So instead, you opened the web browser on your phone and search his username. ‘Runch Randa.’

“Such an unsexy name for a sexy man.” You mumbled to yourself, and then clicked on his profile. He had a decent amount of subscribers. Not a crazy amount but, for his subscription cost, definitely enough where he could support himself with some change left over. His account was subscription protected but, thankfully, his account offered a 24 hour subscriber trial. All you had do to was create an account.

Once signed up, you scrolled through his long list of videos that he had sorted by categories. You first started in his “Solo” playlist. The thumbnail of the first video made your jaw practically hit the floor. It was Namjoon sat on a chair, only his torso shown, with his fist at the base of his thick cock.

You slapped your phone down on your chest and took a deep breath, completely freaked out by the fact that you had just seen your roommates dick. But, more importantly, that it looked like that. After taking a deep breath, you lifted your phone again and found enough bravery to press the play button.

The video was simple, one of the first he ever posted based on the date. Over a year ago. You watched with cheeks burning as his hand slowly stroked himself up and down, his wrist twisting each time he got to his head. Your eyes followed every movement, the time passing as if you were entranced. Suddenly, without warning, a soft moan left your phone speakers. You closed the video quickly, your heart racing along with a new pulse between your thighs. A new excitement bubbling. Before opening your phone again, you made sure to grab your headphones to enjoy Namjoon’s noises with more privacy.

You scrolled through more of his Solo playlist and found he had gotten more adventurous, using masturbator toys and even touching himself from behind as he grew more confident in front of the camera. You noticed about 6 months into his career he started to show his face, and enjoyed watching how his jaw would go slack whenever he would do something to himself that felt really good and how he would curse and clench his jaw when he came really hard. Before long, you had to come to terms with the fact you were wet from watching him.

You moved on and saw another category: “Partners” and was pleasantly surprised to find not just women, but very attractive men featured in the videos as well. There were few, seemingly new to his career. He must have only just started collaborating with other sex workers recently. You clicked on one with a pretty man with long blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail. He was shorter than Namjoon and had a tattoo on his ribcage but also one down his spine that was very nicely on display when Namjoon bent him over.

His needy whimpers made your entire body feel hot. Too hot. You quickly clicked out and went to another video. You found one of Namjoon with a female creator. She was beautiful, of course. And Namjoon had pulled her over his face, making her sit right on top of him. You watched in awe as she quivered and twitched above him, whimpering as devoured her from down below. Even muffled by her thighs, you could still hear the audio of his lips sucking on her click and tongue licking up her arousal. His hands planted firmly on her thighs so she would not squirm away. Her moans were so pornographic it almost made you jealous. Almost. Overall, you were just incredibly turned on.

The pulse between your legs was impossible to ignore now, your panties now soaked from watching your roommate eat this girl alive. As you watch her cum on his tongue, convulsing above him as he held her steady until she came down from her high, you decided you couldn’t fight it any longer. Opening the drawer in your bedside table, you pulled out your vibrator and pushed it under your panties.

You went back to a video you had scrolled by previously, a solo video. You pressed play and watched as Namjoon stroked himself, one hand firmly at his base while the other focused on stroking his swollen cockhead. He was leaking precum, his deep voice dribbling out nonsense. You clicked the first speed on your vibrator, a small gasp slipping through your lips as the sensation hit your engorged clit.

“Fuck baby, you look so pretty playing with yourself for me.” He said, his voice deeper than normal. Your heart raced as if he could actually see you but, this only made it that much more exciting. You found yourself settling down in your bed further, spreading your legs into a wider butterfly position. The fabric of your panties tightening against you as you spread your legs that pushed your toy even harder into you.

“Are you making yourself feel good for me? Such a good girl.” His honey voice cooed in your headphones. Without realizing, a small whimper slipped out of your lips. You tried your best to control yourself, biting down on your bottom lip as you continued to watch. You started to move your vibrator in circular motions against yourself, matching the pace that Namjoon was using to stroke himself. It didn’t take long for the heat of an approaching climax to start to build.

“Are you going to cum for me? Hmm?” He grunted, the speed of his fist picking up speed, his wrist twisting and milking him harder. “Going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

You found yourself nodding pathetically as if he could see you. Your hips bucking up into your toy, pressing up into it hard, wanting more. You clicked the power one more time, upping the speed. You were right there, on the brink.

“Fuck- that’s it baby. Cum with me.” Namjoon grunted. And you watched as his eyes fluttered shut and his hips twitched as he pumped himself empty into his hand. The sight on the screen making you go over the edge, cumming hard against your toy. A small moan escaping your throat before you could stop yourself.

When your orgasm subsided, you pulled off your completely ruined panties, the apex of your thighs still pulsing with the aftershocks of your climax. You knew for certain now you were definitely interested in sleeping with Namjoon. That was fact. But being on camera? That was a component you weren’t sure about yet. Namjoon said he could blur your face which took care of that but, the worry still was in the back of your head. There were so many angles, so many things others could notice about you that you didn’t want them to. What if you sounded weird? Your stomach bunched up in a weird way? Did you have a strange looking vagina or weird shaped nipples? Did Namjoon even want to sleep with you? Or was he just desperate to make content?

“Ugh..” you groaned, throwing your arms above your face, sleepiness catching up to you. You decided to make up your mind in the morning.

————————————————

You were eating a piece of toast when Namjoon emerged from his room.

“Morning.” He greeted you, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Morning.” You felt your cheeks get warm instantly. “There’s coffee in the coffee maker if you want some.”

“Thanks.” He said and walked over to pour himself a cup. Black, no sugar or milk. “So, did you enjoy your research last night?”

You cough, choking on your bite of food which made Namjoon laugh.

“I get a notification every time somebody subscribes. Even if it’s with the free trial. Maybe using your first name in your username isn’t the best idea in this scenario.” He explained with a cocky grin.

“Oh, I see.” You said sheepishly, trying to avoid eye contact. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Did you like what you watched?” He persisted, taking another sip of his drink.

“I uh, didn’t watch anything. I just scrolled really.” You lied very unconvincingly.

“You know, these walls are very thin.” He explained, using his finger to tap against the eggshell white paint of the kitchen. “Any little sound, or buzzing noise, can be heard very well. So let’s try answering that question again.”

“God- please spare me.” You grown, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’m being mean. I just like to tease.” He chuckled. “But, I take it you enjoyed what you saw?”

You adverted your eyes completely and couldn’t bear to look at him however, the familiar pulse between your thighs returned at the memory and also his forward words. He was still patiently waiting for an answer and you knew he wouldn’t drop this topic without one.

“Yes.” You mumbled shyly.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Namjoon reassured you. “That just means I’m doing my job well. I take it as the highest compliment. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

You smiled softly and gave him a shy nod, finally meeting his eyes. You finished your toast and he finished his coffee in silence before he finally spoke again.

“Have you given any more thought to helping me out today?” He asked the million dollar question. Well, more like the $1500 question.

“Yes, I have.”

“Have you decided? Or are you still unsure?” Namjoon persisted, still remaining composed and polite. He leaned against the kitchen counter. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt hugged his pecks as he leaned back against the granite, making your mouth go a bit dry.

“I uh- I’m still a bit unsure of some things.” You said with a weak voice since he had stolen your breath just simply by existing. He nodded and thought for a moment before continuing.

“Well, tell me what you’re sure of and then we can go from there.”

“Oh. Well.. you’re very attractive.” You admitted which made him smile a genuine smile. His dimple showing deep in his cheek. “Very, very attractive. It seemed like you know what you’re doing and are good what you do. And I’d like to sleep with you.”

“Okay.” He said, his head cocking to the side with his eyebrow raised. “It sounds like that’s all we really need. So, I guess I’m a bit confused on what’s holding us back here.”

“I just- what if people don’t like how I look? What if after all of this you still have to refund people anyway because you slept with somebody who looks like me? I mean, do you event want to sleep with me? If you didn’t have to make this video would you have ever pursued me? Because you’ve never tried.”

“I got hard just thinking about getting you off.” He said simply. “I got off last night listening to you get off. Just knowing you were watching my videos drove me crazy. Of course I want to fuck you.”

“You got off to me?” You ask him with surprise.

“Yes. And the only reason why I haven’t tried sleeping with you before is because you’re my roommate and in the past that.. complicated things. I didn’t want drama. But I can’t deny that I’ve thought about it. Many times.”

“So, you do think I’m attractive?”

“Yes. Very much so. And so will my subscribers but, that’s not the point. I just want to make you feel good and I know I can. If you are so gracious to let me.” Namjoon pushed himself off the counter and walked over to you. He took his hand and grabbed your chin gently, lifting your face up to look at him. Your lips trembled and your heart raced. “I want to make you cum. Over and over. You won’t see the camera and I’ll make sure of that. It will just be us.”

“C-can you blur my face?” You whispered, your voice shaking.

“Yes. Anything you need to make you feel comfortable.”

“Then.. okay. I’ll be in the video.” You tell him, agreeing to his proposition.

“Good girl.” He smirked and then pulled away from you. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

You finally took a breath, realizing you had been holding it for some time. Your head was spinning slightly but you had to focus as you had more questions to answer.

“I need to know what you’re comfortable with. What you like.”

“Hmm? Oh- I’m sure anything is fine.”

“No. I need direct answers.” He said very seriously. “This is sex but this is also my work. I need to be professional and make sure you’re not uncomfortable. Are you okay with kissing on the lips?”

“People have been not okay with that?” You ask him in shock, wondering how you could enjoy sex without doing such a thing.

“Different people have different boundaries. Especially if the person who creates this sort of content has a significant other outside of this line of work.” He explained. “So, I take that as a yes?”

“Yes. I’m okay with kissing.” You told him with butterflies in your stomach.

“Okay. Can I touch your breasts? Do you like nipple okay?” He asks it so casually you had to repeat the question to yourself in your head a few times before answering.

“Yeah.” You mumble. “I do.”

“Good.” He pursed his lips, thinking. Mapping out the video in his head. “Am I allowed to finger you? Go down on you, if you’re comfortable enough?”

“Yes.” You gulped. Your mouth felt dry again, as if he had stolen every drop of moisture from your body and sent it pooling down between your thighs.

“What about toys? Can I use one on you?” You could see him getting hard in his pajama pants at the thought. It made you press your thighs together just at the sight of his bulge, especially knowing now just what he was hiding under the fabric.

“I think you’re going to kill me but, yes.” You told him which made him laugh darkly.

“I’m going to push your limits for sure.” He admitted. “But that’s all the fun. I want you to feel pure bliss. I’ve already made you cum once.”

“That doesn’t count.” You argued, your cheeks burning.

“Oh yes, it does. And I’m going to make sure there’s plenty more where that came from.” He said, grabbing his cock in his hand through his pants. “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes. I really want you to do that.”

“Noted.” He almost laughed at your expression of pure lust, feeling flattered. “What about anal? Can I eat your ass?”

“Oh, uh. I don’t know- I’ve never really..” you started to feel a bit nervous and unsure. Maybe even a bit scared which he picked up on instantly.

“Don’t worry. We won’t do anything like that today. Is there anything else I should know before I go set up and shower?” He asked you and you thought long and hard but shook your head no.

“Okay. Give me two hours and knock on my door. I’d say wear something cute but, it will come off regardless.” He smirked. “See you soon baby. I’m looking forward to it.”

————————————————

The hours flew by as you rushed to prepare for your on-camera “debut”. You made sure to scrub your whole body, shave it nice and bare, and did your makeup to perfection. You knew exactly what you would wear: a matching sheer black lace panty and bra set that left little to the imagination. You tossed an oversized shirt over yourself to conceal your undergarments that fit you almost like a dress, not wanting to come off too strong and show up at Namjoon’s door half naked.

Your heart pounded as you made your way to his room. You were both anxious and terrified to experience what waited for you on the other side of his door. You took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the doorframe. Moments later, it opened and Namjoon was there to greet you. His frame feeling even taller than normal, towering over you.

“Hi beautiful.” He said warmly. “Are you ready?”

He was shirtless, wearing nothing but loosely fitted grey sweatpants that hung off his waist. A silver chain around his neck. He looked divine.

You smiled shyly and nodded. He smiled back and lifted his hand to caress your cheek, trying to calm you.

“We can stop at any time. Okay?”

“I know.” You told him.

“I’ll take good care of you. I’ll make you feel amazing.” He told you, reaching for your hand and leading you into his room. You stepped in slowly and glanced around, trying your best to not be obvious as you searched for the video camera. You thought you would see a tripod, a camcorder, something technical. Instead all you saw was a plush king size bed, a bookcase on the wall overfilled with books that seemed to be one title away from collapsing, and a window filled with plants that had leaves cascading to the floor. His room was inviting and cozy. Comfortable.

“Not what you expected?” He asked, catching your eyes wandering.

“Did you not set up yet?” You asked him.

“I told you, you won’t see the cameras. But they’re here. They’re recording. I’ll show you where after. Right now, it’s just me and you.” Namjoon reassured you and pulled you close to him. He lifted your chin up, leaving your lips inches from his. You could smell his minty breath against your face, coaxing you in.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He whispered against your lips.

“Yes.” You told him. “I want you.”

“Good.”

Namjoon pressed his lips against yours softly, allowing the kiss to become deeper as you melted against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, allowing his hands to slide down over the curve of your back and over your ass. He smirked into the kiss when he found you opted to not wear shorts under your oversized shirt, and was instead wearing a pair of panties when his hands cupped your cheeks. When you felt his large hands squeeze your behind you couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss you were sharing.

You wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s neck and he lifted you up off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist to carry you to his bed. He sat down on the edge with you on his lap straddling him. You both made out for a few minutes, getting familiar with each other until Namjoon started to play with the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off of you.” He asked you, nipping at your bottom lip. You nodded shyly and raised your arms for him to take it off and enjoyed the look on his face when he saw you clad in your lacy black set.

“Jesus Christ you were hiding that this whole time?”

Namjoon kissed down your neck slowly, placing open mouth kisses on your throat and collar bone until he reached the top of your bra. Using his hands, he gripped the top of each cup and pulled them down, allowing each of your breasts to spill out in front of him.

“Shit.” He sucked in a breath at the sight before him, relishing in it. “So fucking beautiful.”

He grabbed one breast in his hand, using two of his fingers to pinch at your hardened nipple. He tweaked and twisted it, the sensation shooting down between your thighs instantly. While he continued to toy with that nipple, he wrapped his plump lips around the other. He sucked on it gently while keeping his eyes on you, enjoying how your eyes fluttered each time the tip of his tongue flicked across the tip of your hardened bud.

You started to grind down against him. You could feel how hard he was against you, somehow growing harder and harder than he already was. His cock pressing up just right against you, his head pressing up into your clit. The friction felt amazing and soon you had soaked through your own panties, leaving a wet mark on his sweats. But you didn’t care. It felt too good.

“Mmm.” You moaned, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Your hips starting to pick up speed as you chased the growing burn between your thighs.

“Does it feel good baby?” Namjoon said, pulling his lips off your now puffy nipple. You nod frantically while your hips still rock against him. “Such a good girl for me.”

He placed his lips back on your nipple and continued his sensual torture. While he did so, down below, Namjoon made sure to buck his hips up to meet your movements which made the friction so much more precise and intense. After a few more minutes of this, you felt a familiar intensity building between your thighs. Your hips started to twitch and your movements became more desperate, breathing more shallow and rapid.

“Joon-“ you were going to warn him but he placed his lips next to your ear and shushed you quietly.

“Be careful pretty.” He whispered almost too quietly. “Don’t use my name. They don’t know my real identity.”

“S-sorry.” You mumbled and he pressed a warm kiss to the base of your jaw to silently accept your apology.

“Are you going to cum grinding on my cock baby?” He purred in your ear in a tone that made your head spin.

“Please.” You begged, your hips moving faster. Your pelvis pushing against his bulge even harder. “Please, can I?”

“I’m here to please you baby.” He told you, his fingers pulling a bit harder on your nipple. “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

After a few more swings of your hips, you had your first orgasm. Namjoon held you tight against him while your body twitched and you shyly whined into his shoulder as you creamed in your panties. It was not earth shattering by any means, having been over clothing and not by Namjoon’s own hand but, felt so fucking good regardless.

“You make such cute noises.” He told you, nuzzling into your neck as you came down from your high. “I need to hear more. Lay down for me.”

He stood up, taking you with him and gently laid you down on the duvet with your legs still dangling off the edge. Namjoon placed his hands gently on your thighs and dragged them slowly upwards until his fingers reached the waistband of your panties. His eyes looked up and found yours, waiting for you to give him permission. With a small nod of your head, he wrapped his fingers around the fabric and slowly dragged the black lace downward. You lifted yourself upwards to help him shimmy them off. As you did, you could feel the cold air hit your wet core that was covered in the remnants of your orgasm.

Once the fabric was off your body, Namjoon dropped it into a heap on the floor next to your shirt. You felt a bit shy and clamped your legs shut tight. You peered up at him through your lashes waiting for him to make his next move.

“Can I see?” He asked you with his hands placed on your knees again, his voice low.

You slowly parted your thighs for him and he watched as you opened up like a flower. Your folds glistening in your arousal, clit plump and still tingling. He thought he could cum just from looking at you.

“My god. Fuck.” He said, suddenly dropping to his knees to get a better look. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed which made you yelp a bit in surprise. He chuckled and placed a heavy kiss to your inner thigh and continued, getting closer and closer to your heat. You started to squirm as the anticipation was building. Not knowing if the next time his lips met your skin he would place them where you desperately wanted him most. But he was teasing now, nipping at your skin of your opposite thigh and you were getting impatient. Your hand reaching down for his hair and giving it a weak tug.

“So impatient.” He chuckled darkly. “Am I taking too long, baby?”

“You’re driving me insane.” You whine pathetically.

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I do really want a taste of you.” He smirked. “You want me to eat your pussy pretty girl?”

“Fuck- please!” You groaned in frustration again.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Namjoon put his hands behind your knees and pushed your thighs back and apart towards your chest, leaving your pussy completely open and exposed to him. He dipped his head down and licked a heavy strip from the opening of your cunt to your clit, savoring every drop of your juices. His lips stopping to encircle your clit and suck on the swollen nub, his tongue massaging the tip slowly as he did so. Your back arched off the bed the second his tongue touched you with curses falling from your lips.

Namjoon took his time with you. His lips and tongue worked against your cunt slowly but with expertise, almost as if he was making out with it. The pleasure was almost excruciating and you desperately needed more. You grabbed onto the back of his head and laced your hands into his hair and pulled him forward into your pussy, burring him deeper. He hummed out a chuckle, the vibrations feeling immaculate, and you tried grinding against his face.

“Am I not satisfying you baby?” He pulled away to ask you, his lips and chin glistening in your slick with a mischievous smirk on his face. He was doing this on purpose.

“You are. You’re so fucking good. I just need more of you.” You beg him. “Please give me more.”

“Do you want..” he started to say while slowly bringing a finger up to tease your entrance to circle your dripping hole. “..to feel my fingers?”

You answered him only with a moan, unable to form actual words. He smirked and pressed two fingers against your entrance to gently push inside. You gasped as you felt the length of his long digits twist up inside of you, curving against the contours of your body perfectly. He watched and obsessed over the view of your pussy swallowing each inch of his fingers and how you clenched around them so beautifully each time he dragged them out slowly and pushed them back in with delicious force. His dick throbbed in his pants, leaking into his sweats.

When he felt you start to tighten more around him, he bent back down and reattached his tongue to your clit once again to lap at the sensitive bundle as he worked your cunt from below. The double pleasure made your eyes roll back into your head and jaw fall open in a silent cry with only a broken gasp managing to escape your throat. You felt your second orgasm approaching and approaching fast.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You chanted mindlessly, completely lost in the pleasure. Within seconds your walls clamped down around Namjoon’s fingers as you came dramatically around them and on his tongue, your legs dropping down around his neck like a vice grip and held him to your pussy where he graciously licked your cunt until you finished cumming.

When your legs finally relaxed and let go, he pulled away gasping for air. His face was plastered with a triumphant, wet, grin as he looked down at you completely collapsed into jelly on the bed.

“I hope you’re not tired yet baby. I still want to play with you.” He said and walked over to grab something from his nightstand. In his hand was dildo. Shiny and new. “I bought this just for you.”

He pressed the tip in-between your folds and dragged it up, rubbing the tip of the toy against your clit. You sucked in a breath bucked your hips the second it touched your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Still sensitive baby?” He asked you then tapped the toy a few times against your pussy which made your hips buck and you whimper.

“Yes but it f-feels so f-fucking good.” You say as your voice trembled.

“That’s my good girl.” He cooed at you while rubbing the toy between your folds as you squirmed against it. “If you want to take my cock you gotta show me how good you can take this one. Can you do that?”

“Yes. Yes, I can take it.” You practically begged. He smiled and leaned down onto the bed to hover over you to give you a deep kiss.

“I knew you would.”

Namjoon pressed the tip of the toy to your entrance and eased it inside of you one inch at a time. It slid into you easily and made your eyelids flutter as the girth filled you. Your walls clamped down around the silicone and started to pulsate due to the overstimulation and for a moment you swore you could have came just from having it pushed inside.

“You look so fucking sexy right now.” He whispered in your ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

He started to slowly pull the toy out of your cunt and, just as the tip almost made its way completely out of you, plunged the entire length of the toy back inside. The noise you made in response was nothing short of pornographic. He did it again, and again, picking up speed each time until he was ruthlessly fucking you with the toy while you could do nothing but relish in the building hot pleasure.

“You’re making quite the mess.” He teased, but his wrist did not slow as he relished in the sounds of your cries and the sounds he was pulling from your cunt. His eyes fixating down between your thighs where the colorful silicone slipped in and out of your swollen and sensitive folds that seem to be opening up more and more like a flower. He shifted on the bed once more and, without missing a beat, brought his free hand down between your thighs and started to use his thumb to rub heavy circles against your clit while still fucking you on his toy. The sensation was intense.

“Shit!” You screamed. “It’s so much.”

“But look how pretty your pussy looks being played with? It loves it. It wants to cum again.” He cooed. “Give me another.”

He switched from rubbing your clit with his thumb to his pointer and middle finger, rubbing it back and forth at a quick pace. The speed, mixed with the toy rubbing against your g-spot, had your third climax on the brink but this time it was different. It had only happened once, a long time ago while you were by yourself, and you didn’t think it would ever happen again. And you were afraid right now would be the time.

“W-wait, it’s too much-“ you tried warning him. “I think, I think I might-“

“Come on baby.” He said through gritted teeth, his fingers and wrist still working against you. “Don’t hold back. Fucking cum for me.”

You orgasmed again, this time your climax gushing out of your cunt and onto the duvet.

“Holy shit.” Namjoon said in shock. “Did you just squirt for me?”

“I tried to warn you.” You gasped, completely breathless. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck- don’t be sorry. Just do it again.” He growled placed his fingers back against your clit once again, rubbing them back and forth quickly against the red and swollen nub. You screamed and came again instantly, squirting again all over him. “Oh, we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

You laid down, body convulsing in orgasm aftershocks while Namjoon stood up to drop his sweats. His rock-hard cock released from the waistband, his cockhead dripping in pre-cum from all the anticipation. He took his hand and collected the arousal and used it to pump his length a few times as he watched you lay before him in your glistening mess until you had collected yourself.

Watching him jerk off his big length brought you back to watching him for the first time on screen. It reminded you how bad you wanted him instantly, making up your mind in that exact moment that you needed him no matter what. Needed his cock. It made your mouth water.

“Can I suck your cock, baby?” You ask him, licking your lips. “Please.”

“No need baby. This is all about your pleasure.” He told you sweetly.

“I know. That’s why I want to.” You purred at him, twisting around on the bed and getting on your knees to crawl over to him. Your sudden forwardness exciting him, intriguing him. “Sucking your cock is for my pleasure.”

“Then I can’t say no to that, can I?” He said, placing his hand against your cheek and slowly lowering your face down to his cock.

You gripped the base of his shaft with one hand and stroked him at a slow pace, twisting your wrist as you worked him up and down. You put your lips on him, placing his head into your lips softly. You sucked on the tip gently as your wrist worked his shaft. Periodically, dipping your head down to take the entirety of his length into your throat until you felt him hit the back of it.

“Jesus-fuck.” Namjoon cursed under his breath as he took in the sight of you. He couldn’t believe how filthy you were, impressed with your skill. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat.”

You enjoyed working his length, savoring him and the grunts and groans he let out as you did so. Your pussy began to throb for him again between your thighs as you continued which you let him know by moaning as you sucked him, making vibrations run up his dick. You were working him so well, too well, and he had to stop you. He gently pulled you up and off of him, planting a hot kiss onto your messy lips before letting you go again.

“You did such a good job for me. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked you. “Do you want me to fuck you now, baby?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Namjoon pulled you forward and spread your thighs, settling between them. He lined himself up with your entrance and teased his head against your hole, running circles around it before pressing forward into you. You gasped feeling his girth spread you open and your back arched off the bed as you received him, your legs circling around his hips.

Namjoon leaned over you and placed his forehead against yours, wanting to be close. You felt his cock deep inside of you and he could feel your walls pulsing around his hard length. When he finally started to move, he used deep and slow strokes, ones that had his pelvis grinding hard against your clit each time he rolled his hips. The technique and feeling was beyond anything you had ever experienced with any other partner you had slept with. It was fucking heavenly.

“Holy shit.. Joon..” you moaned, forgetting the rule about not being able to say his name. He didn’t panic quite yet, knowing he could manage a few edits here as long as it wasn’t that noticeable.

“Do you like my cock baby?” He whispered into your ear, only for you to hear and not the camera this time. Truly enjoying fucking you.

“Fuck yes.” You practically cried as he continued to roll his hips deeply into you. “Your cock is so fucking perfect.”

Between his deep strokes and the friction of his pelvis against your clit, it wasn’t long before you started to cum again. Your walls clamping down around his cock and almost taking him with you before he was ready to.

“You didn’t squirt for me? That just won’t do.” He tsked and walked over to his side drawer to pull out his secret weapon: a magic wand vibrator. You almost ran out of the room when you saw it.

“Please- I don’t know if I can.” You told him weakly, holding up your hands in defense.

“Of course you can baby.” He said, pressing the bulbous end of the wand into your puffy clit. “I know you can.”

He pressed the on button and brought the toy to life. The lowest setting was already so powerful and had your body practically levitating off the bed. Namjoon pressed down on your pelvis to keep you on the mattress and slipped his cock back into your cunt, making you scream out in ecstasy. He wasted no time fucking into you. It wasn’t slow or romantic. This was pure fucking and his goal was to make you completely break this time. Reach pure bliss.

“Fuck! Joon! Oh my god! Joon, please!” You begged for something you weren’t even sure you were ready for. “Please Joon give it to me!”

He pressed a button on the wand one more time and made the speed go one level higher. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hips lifted off the bed completely as you felt the pleasure take over you, Namjoon never ceasing his thrusts. You felt your cheeks start to burn and lips quiver. Your vision began to blur.

“Joon, I’m gonna cum-“ you gasped in broken breaths.

“Cum.” He ordered you, pressing the wand into your clit as hard as he could and hitting the speed button one last time to take you to the third and most intense speed.

You came dramatically, gushing all over Namjoon’s cock and abdomen. Namjoon continued to fuck you, enjoying the view of you spraying your orgasm all over each time he pulled out of you and pushed back in. This continued until he finally came himself, filling you up and collapsing on top of you.

You both laid wrapped in each others arms with chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Namjoon stroked your hair, brushing it carefully from your face and placing a careful kiss against your temple.

“Are you okay? Do you need water?” He asked you gently.

“I will in a little. Right now I just need to lay here.” You told him, feeling much too exhausted to even sit up in that moment.

“Thank god because I’m tired too.” He laughed which you couldn’t help but join in as well. “Did you enjoy that?”

“It was.. beyond.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You’re really good at what you do.”

“So you don’t regret it?” He asked you with a tone of hopefulness.

“Namjoon you just made me cum like, what, five times?”

“Six.” He corrected you.

“Six. So, no. I wouldn’t say I regret anything.” You giggle. “Did you enjoy it, at least?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes I did. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a session that much before.” He admitted to you with a smile on his face.

“Good. Speaking of which. Where are the cameras?” You asked him, looking around the room.

“Ah so-“ he said, raising his hand to point just before you at the bookcase that stood in front of his bed. “In between those two books on the middle shelf is one of my cameras. Tiny right? And then-“

You followed his finger over to the window where he kept all his plants and saw, tucked away between lush green, another camera.

“And then one more.” He said, pointing above you both to find a small camera secured to one of the blades of his ceiling fans that almost camouflaged into the color of the wooden blade.

“Wow, you really got all the angles didn’t you?” You told him, giggling.

“Yes. I have my editing cut out for me.” He chuckled. “I just hope me muting you screaming my name doesn’t make the footage too unwatchable or else.. we may have to reshoot.”

“Oh-shit. I’m so sorry.” You felt terrible, and a bit embarrassed. “I got so lost in it.”

“I’m only kidding. I’m just looking for some sort of excuse to sleep with you again.”

“Namjoon-“ you started to tell him, voice serious. “-if you think you can fuck me like that and I’m not going to come back for more, you’ve lost your mind. I’ll be in any video you want me to be in if you fuck me like that each time.”

Namjoon threw his head back in laugher and pulled you to his chest tightly.

“I definitely think we could make some good money making videos together yes but, I’d also like to fuck you not on camera. If you’re interested, that is.” He told you, his voice soft for words so suggestive. “Maybe we could even grab dinner sometime.”

“I’d love to.” You felt as if your heart could burst.

“Great.” He smiled widely and helped you sit up, your head still spinning a bit. “I’m going to order us some food and I need to edit this footage so I don’t miss my deadline. Do you want to help me?”

“Help you? I’m no help with editing?”

“Maybe not.” He shrugged but a hint of a smirk reached his lips. “But I might need help with my breaks since, you know, I’m going to get all worked up re-watching us fuck again.”

“Now that.. that I can help with.”

———————————————————

PHEWWWWW THIS TO ME 7 DAYS TO WRITE YALL. I really hope you enjoyed!

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

WTF, Namjoon?

It’s about time we heard from Namjoon and got his perspective.

Namjoon’s POV

I stood in the doorway leading into Crystal’s bedroom, only to see Jin get ready to mount her for the second or third time when he spotted me. Crystal looked in his direction and was genuinely shocked. A myriad of thoughts went through my mind. Shall I yank Jin by his hair and mount her in front of him? Do I beat the shit out of him for fucking her? How badly do I curse out Crystal for allowing Jin to defile her? She knows she belongs to me and only me! I screamed in my head and into the void.

”What are you doing here?” Crystal asked.

”The same thing can be asked of Jin,” I answered. “Looks like I interrupted something important, so I’ll get going.”

Before I left the apartment, I looked around to see how well she had decorated it for Christmas. I have to admit, she outdid herself this time around. I left her spare key on the kitchen island and spotted her phone. Taking a peek, she missed my calls, and her phone was on silent. No wonder she didn’t hear it, I said to myself. Jin probably was behind it after he sent that pic of them kissing under the mistletoe! 

Leaving Crystal’s, I got in my car and drove over to my childhood home to see my dad. Of all people, he’s the one I’m going to for advice on women. I haven’t forgotten what he did that drove my mom to do when she lost weight years ago. I pulled up to the home and saw my sister Jiwoo stringing the lights on the roof. She saw me pull up, raced down the ladder, and hugged me.

”I missed you,” she greeted me, raining kisses on my face. 

“Gross!” I grimaced, wiping my face with her cooties. “How come Dad’s not doing the lights?”

“He fell and sprained his ankle, remember? He’s inside watching some tabloid show.”

I nodded and headed to the family room, where baby toys were scattered everywhere, and my dad was holding my nephew, Taeyang. He looked good at his advanced age, even with his left leg propped up. Looking up at me, Dad said, “Namjoon! Look what the wind blew in! What made you come in this direction?”

“I need your advice,” I said, with defeat in my voice. 

Sitting up, Dad went straight for the kill. “Is this about a certain black girl named Crystal?”

I was shocked that he knew. “Dad, how did you know?”

“Seokjin texted me.”

That man can’t hold water without spilling it, I said silently. 

Sighing, I sat next to my father as my nephew decided to wiggle out of his arms and climb onto me. I told him everything, starting from when I first fell for Crystal all the way to me walking in on her and Jin in a compromised position. My dad listened and nodded, and for the first time in years, I broke down in tears in front of him.

Putting his hand on my shoulder, my dad said, “Son, listen to me and listen well. Remember when your mom lost all of that weight, and she started getting attention from other men? I did the same shit you did, but I didn’t cross that very fine line as you did with Crystal. I kept trying to sabotage her diet and hide her car keys to prevent her from going to the gym, so she would stay fat and wouldn’t leave me. She’s told me several times that she wasn’t cheating on me, but I didn’t believe her. One day, I followed her to the gym, only to find that it was a woman training her. Your mom got really mad at me and served me divorce papers because I kept accusing her of cheating on me and broke her trust. My own ego and selfishness got in the way of loving her the way she deserved. I begged and pleaded for her to forgive me until she took me back. Eventually, she divorced me, and I haven’t been the same since. 

”You claim to love Crystal, right? You’re scared of her rejecting you, and from what you told me, she may feel the same about you. Keeping her around as your personal whore is pretty damn low, even for you. She deserves more than that, Namjoon. Don’t be a coward like I was and do everything in your power to push her away. You’re lucky not to be married with children; the only saving grace you have with Crystal.”

Everything Dad is telling me makes a lot of sense. I’m only repeating history, and I see why Mom divorced Dad and moved back to South Korea. I see why Crystal went into Jin’s arms. Thinking back to the college years and as an idol, I’ve had girls around me that I’ve fucked and sucked into oblivion. Still, none of them were Crystal, except for that slut Yuna Kang, the one who became my girlfriend shortly after debuting and ultimately drove a stake through my heart.

She had something that made her irresistible to every man that came her way, even with my bandmates. Yuna was tall, had porcelain skin, an hourglass figure like Crystal, ink-black hair, and a smile that made grown men cry. Crystal had met her and warned me that she was an opportunist, and I didn’t believe her until I caught Yuna with Lee Minho, the actor, in my trailer while on a video shoot. I heard the rumors that she was sleeping around, but I believed her. The way I defended that bitch, you would’ve thought I was her lawyer. Yuna had me under her spell for three long years. To think I was going to marry her. 

I’m sure Crystal heard the rumors about Yuna and me, and didn’t say anything. She wanted me to see for myself, and I got an eyeful figuratively and literally. After that breakup, I went on a sexual rampage. Two girls one night, three another; I can write a book on what I’ve done and with whom, starting from high school. I stopped running through every female within a hundred-mile radius and overseas when Crystal moved back into town. Hoseok later convinced me to get an STD test if I was going to make Crystal mine finally. 

Since the first time we had sex and we caught up on each other’s lives, everything with her felt right. We told each other everything because we agreed a long time ago not to have any secrets between us. That was until I pulled a fast one on her at the studio. The limo was the first time I participated in a threesome with a bandmate. Jimin was right about Crystal: she deserves to be treated like royalty. Jin said something similar and saw through the facade of what Crystal and I had. The incident in the bathroom may have sealed our fate for good.

Conversation with Jin

At Jin’s birthday party, I admit I was watching who Crystal was talking to and where she was going. I found her in one of the private booths, and we spoke. I apologized to her and promised her I won’t do that again. I left the private booth we were in, and Jin walked in, carrying full champagne glasses. I stuck around in case he did something foul to her. She enjoyed herself with her, and when I saw Jin’s come-on look on her face, I saw red and dragged her into the bathroom. I wanted to punish her in the worst way possible, and remembered there were paparazzi downstairs waiting to get their hands on a money shot of any of us getting into a fistfight. Yes, I had rough sex with her and made it hurt to the point where it was going into sexual assault territory, and I stopped myself. 

 Afterward, she cleaned herself well, and she and Jin were talking outside under a blanket he wrapped around her. They came back inside, and I had my eagle eyes on her and any other dude that came near her, even if they were my bandmates. The moment I saw Jimin take Crystal outside and he kissed her, I got a little too drunk, questioned her, and pushed Crystal into Jin. 

“Come talk with me privately,” Jin demanded.

I followed my childhood best friend into one of the private booths, and he closed the door. The party was still going on, and he looked at me, seething with anger. His eyes were darker than the midnight sky, and I was scared of him. 

“What the fuck is your problem, Namjoon?” He asked.

”Seokjin, I don’t know. I just know I love that woman and I don’t want her with any other guy unless it’s me,” I slurred with tears running down my face. 

Jin looked at me and asked a delicate question. “What happened when you dragged Crystal into the bathroom? Did you rape her?”

“Almost,” I admitted. “I had to stop myself before I hurt her.”

Jin ran his hand through his hair. I knew then he was tired of hearing that line from me. “Kim Namjoon, you already did! Keep treating Crystal the way you do, and you will run her straight into another man’s arms, even if it’s Jimin’s,” Jin warned. 

“What about you? Would Crystal run into yours?” I asked cautiously.

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “Crystal wants you to sober up and clear your head before you come to her again. I’ll tell my driver to take you home and get some rest. I’ll come by in a few days to see how you are.”

The Present Day

“Dad, you’re right,” I said. “Crystal deserves to be loved all the way, and I need to tell her how I feel before Jin or any of the other single bandmates of mine take her from me, even Jimin with his wanton dick!”

Dad laughed. “Make it right with Crystal. She may not trust you fully, but I know your situationship is dead in the water. The studio and the bathroom were the straw that broke her. Your friendship won’t be the same, though.”

”The last time you brought Crystal over, I thought you were going to propose to her,” Jiwoo said, standing in the archway of the living room.

Dad nodded in agreement. “Crystal was way better than that Yuna thing you found in an alley somewhere.” 

I even had to laugh. Jiwoo came by and took her son to put him down for a nap. “Dad, I think I know what to do. This talk has been helpful. I need to get going and give Mom a call.”

Dad got up and walked me to my car. “Remember what I said. Don’t be an old fool like your dad, son. I love you.”

”I love you too, Dad.”

The moment I got home, I made up my mind about her. I wanted to call Crystal and tell her to come over and see me. I also wanted to go out and find a girl to bring home and ravish. I also wanted to go to Crystal’s and hang out with her, like old times. I scrolled through my contacts list and called a familiar number. I let the phone ring before it went to voicemail. I decided to go to my building’s gym facility when I got a knock on the door. 

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw who it was. Opening the door, there stood my ex-girlfriend, Yuna Kang. She still looked good after not seeing her in years. Smiling, I let her in, and as soon as I closed the door, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. The next thing I knew, clothes flew everywhere, and Yuna was bent over my dining room table taking back shots from me. After I came inside her, she said, “That’s the nicest welcome I’ve ever received.”

”Shhh, you’re back with Daddy now,” I told her. I picked her up and went to the couch. Yuna still had that killer body of hers and that vanilla scent she always wore. God, this woman is intoxicating. “I want to know what brings you here to my apartment.”

”Minho and I broke up a year ago, and I moved back to town,” Yuna explained. “I came over to see if we could pick back up where we left off. Is Crystal still around?”

”She is. She became the newest Bangtan girl and has been working closely with Jin on a small project,” I said, omitting the rest of the truth. 

“I don’t think she liked me very much when I first came around.”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t that, baby girl. She’s protective of me and has my best interest at heart.”

”I’m glad she’s still in your life. I thought you two should’ve been the it couple instead of you and me, Daddy.”

”She received a job opportunity of a lifetime. I would’ve done the same thing she did if the opportunity arose.”

Yuna nodded her head. She got in my lap with her back to me, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist. She leaned back enough so that her head rested on my right shoulder. I hugged her tight, allowing one hand to travel down and touch her, while the other hand traveled upward and cupped one breast, teasing her nipples. She started squirming in my lap, and a small gasp escaped her lips as I fingered her clit. I glanced over at her, picked her up once again, and carried her into my bedroom and laid her down on my bed. 

“Are you ready for Daddy?” I asked her

”Yes,” Yuna answered. 

“Now, open those pretty legs of yours and let Daddy take care of you properly.”

She obeyed me, and I saw she still kept herself trimmed. I placed her feet on my shoulders and began kissing her inner thighs, making my way to her pussy. My tongue opened her entrance, and I feasted on her. I felt Yuna writhe and grab a fistful of my hair as she rode my tongue through an orgasm. 

Yuna got on all fours and crawled toward me. She got close to my face and kissed me, tasting her sweet essences on my lips. My tongue slipped into her mouth; the memory of what hers felt like against mine came flooding back to me. 

I deepened the kiss and pulled her onto my lap, with my hard dick at her most intimate opening. She lowered herself, moaning in delight. She moved her hips, grinding onto me hard. I lay flat on my back so that she was on top, riding me. My hands were on her hips, moving to her rhythm. She looked down at me, wearing her Cheshire Cat smile.

She hopped off my dick and said, “I’m hungry.”

Yuna opened her mouth and took all of me in, down to the base. She licked me from the bottom of my balls all the way to the tip, and back again. Because she had no gag reflexes, she swallowed me whole. As she bobbed her head up and down on my dick, I closed my eyes and started thinking about Crystal and what she’s doing right now. Who is she pleasuring that isn’t Jimin and Jin? Is she thinking of me as well? 

My hips started to twitch as Yuna kept sucking me off. I pushed her head far down onto me as I exploded into her mouth. She looked up at me and swallowed. Her shit-eating grin was all I needed to kiss her before she lay next to me and played with my softening dick. I got one of my heaviest winter blankets and wrapped it around the both of us.

”Joon, what do you think about us picking up where we left off five years ago?” Yuna asked.

”I’ll have to think about it, baby girl,” I answered. What she doesn’t know about Crystal and me won’t kill her, right?

I woke up the next morning, and Yuna was next to me. Kissing the top of her head, I slipped out of bed, put on a pair of gray sweatpants, and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. Last night was great with Yuna, and I want more. She does want us to return to where we left off a few years ago, but where does that leave Crystal? Can I date one and have another one hidden? Yuna and Crystal already know each other, so that’s out. 

I heard my phone buzz, pulling me out of making another bad decision that’s going to blow up in my face. Picking it up, I saw that Jin left me a text message.

SJ: I’m throwing a New Year’s Eve party at my place. I want you there and on your best behavior. 

NJ: Will Crystal be there?

SJ:  Yes. Why do you ask?

NJ: I have to tell her something.

SJ: Tell her after midnight on New Year’s. Are you going to confess or something?

NJ: Maybe. There’s one little thing I have to mention so you’re aware.

SJ: Oh, no. What did you do, Namjoon?

NJ: It’s not what, Jin.

SJ: Let me guess: Yuna Kang.

NJ: Yes. How did you know?

SJ: She’s the only other woman you’re sprung on besides Crystal. Don’t make a decision that’s going to blow up in your face like the last two you made.

NJ (dammit!): Already thought against the idea, since they’re familiar with each other. 

SJ: Good. Show up at 8 pm, no later.

Yuna walked into the kitchen, wearing my sweatshirt and looking sexy as ever. She walked over to me and kissed me on the lips. “Good morning, Daddy,” she greeted me. 

“Good morning, baby girl,” I responded. “We got invited to a party at the end of the month.”

”Yay! I’ll need to go shopping for a new dress, do my hair and nails, and make sure your eyes stay on me and only me.”

That’s what you think, I thought to myself. I’ll have my eyes on the woman I love: Crystal.

Chapter Eight: New Year’s Explosion

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

Jin’s Birthday Party, Part 2

Is this the end for Xreader and Namjoon?

As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my makeup was half off and smeared, thanks to Jin and Namjoon. My hair looks like birds nested in it. Shit, I said to myself. My bag is in the lounge, and I can’t go out there looking like a thoroughly-fucked hooker. What am I going to do?

The bathroom door opened, and Ashley, Yoongi’s girlfriend, walked in. She looked at me and asked, “Damn, Namjoon must’ve been really horny to sexually fuck you up like that. What’s up with him?”

”Wish I knew,” I told her. “Seems like since I became the newest Bangtan girl, he’s changed for the worse, I believe. He hovers around me if Jin, Taehyung, or Jungkook is nearby, but says nothing to Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin, but is starting to shoot daggers at him.”

”Sounds like he’s either jealous of the attention you’re getting, or he’s in love with you and can’t express it,” Ashley guesses.

Ashley took a brush out of her purse and redid my hair. She went out and brought back my purse. I took off the rest of my makeup and reapplied, looking ten times better than before. I took a selfie and posted it online, tagging Jin. Immediately, my phone went off with likes and messages, and one from Namjoon that I ignored.

Namjoon: Don’t forget who owns your body.

Ashley looked at the message and at me. “Is he your master or something?”

”He thinks he is.”

Ashley and I burst out laughing and left the bathroom. We found Yoongi talking to Hoseok and joined them. Hoseok, in an all-black suit and shirt, whistled loudly and hugged me. “Girl, where’s the lucky man? Did Namjoon scare him away?” He asked. 

I laughed. “What guy? Namjoon’s too scared of his own shadow to tell me he’s in love with me.”

”So you know, too! Was that the reason he dragged you into the bathroom?” Yoongi asked, taking a sip of his beer.

”He saw me leave a private booth with Jin,” I confessed.

”Why would he care what you do with Jin? It’s not like you two are dating.”

”Somebody needs to remind him that he was the one who wanted a fuck buddy/situationship with me. This is after he apologized for the stunt he pulled with Jimin at the studio.”

Yoongi and Hoseok choked on their drinks. “That was straight-up diabolical on Namjoon’s part. Watching you try to run from Jimin and freeze was funnier at the listening party,” Hoseok commented. 

“What was funny?” Jin asked. 

“Watching our new lady in the crew squirm whenever Jimin touched her.”

Jin laughed, putting his arm around my waist. “That’s the Jimin effect at work. She got the feral edition of him, from what Namjoon told me.”

I wiggled myself free from Jin. “I’m going outside to get some air. I’ll be back.”

I stepped outside to breathe, finally. The air was crisp for a December evening, reminding me of the nights I would head to the rooftop of the dorm back in the day, and Namjoon would find me. He would have a blanket and some hot chocolate, knowing how stressed I got when finals came around. He would give me a cup, wrap the blanket around us both, and sit with me to watch the airplanes fly into the nearby airport. No words were spoken between us; just a mutual understanding between two people who met in a coed bathroom late one night.

“I knew I’d find you out here.”

I turned around, and Jin was walking toward me, holding a throw blanket and wrapping it around both of us. “I didn’t want you to catch a cold.”

“I had to get out of there and breathe. I don’t know what’s gotten into Namjoon as of late. I thought he would be excited to have me around more. I guess I was wrong.”

“He’s in love with you,” Jin said. “He’s too chickenshit to say it to your face because he fears you’ll reject him.”

I started at the lights over the city. “It didn’t give him the right to smack the drink out of Jungkook’s hand while he was giving it to me, or knock Taehyung off balance just for hugging me.”

Jin nodded. “Let’s go inside separately before he goes ballistic if he sees us together.”

I shook my head. ”Let him go ballistic! What is he going to do, beat up the birthday boy for keeping me warm? The paparazzi are outside and would kill to get a picture of any of you guys engaged in a fistfight. He wouldn’t dare do that with everyone having cameras these days. I’m sick of tiptoeing around his fragile-ass ego. He had eighteen years to do something about me, and dragged his feet.”

Jin and I went in, the blanket still around us, and struck up a conversation with Ashley. While we were talking, I spotted Namjoon finally unclenching his jaw and talking to some of the guests at this rooftop lounge. Some other girls came over to join our conversation when I felt a pair of eyes bore into the back of my head. I knew it was Namjoon staring at me, questioning why I was under a blanket with Jin. I didn’t care at all what he was thinking. 

Jin turned around and saw Namjoon, and excused himself to talk to his childhood friend.  Ashley nudged me and pointed toward Jimin. Wearing a crimson suit with an ivory shirt and three missing buttons, all of the women at the party nearly fainted, except for me. His golden locs were trimmed, barely skimming his shoulders. He scanned the room, made eye contact with me, and flagged down a waiter for some champagne. With his eyes still on me, he took a sip and pursed his lips together as if to kiss me. I melted onto the floor when he did that.

Like a wolf stalking its prey, he walked over to me and extended his hand to me. I took it, and he led me to the terrace where I stood with Jin not too long ago. Still clinging to the blanket I got from Jin, I wrapped myself in it. Jimin adjusted the blanket so that both of us were under it. Pulling me close, he said no words, because his dark eyes were doing the talking for him.

“Queenie, I’m sorry for what I did to you,” he apologized. “I only did it because I wanted what Namjoon had. Turns out, he really didn’t have it. He needs to make you his officially before either Jin or I snatch the title. I was right about what I said in the limo a while ago. You do deserve to be treated like the queen that you are, and not like his personal glorified whore. I would love for us to start over and become friends. Is that alright with you?”

I smiled. “Yes, it is, Jimin. I would love that very much. There’s a woman out there who is tailor-made just for you. I want you to continue being the sweet, loving, and kind person that I know you are.”

Jimin hugged me and kissed me. I kissed him back, knowing full well someone was going to explode. We walked back into the lounge and were met with a pair of bloodshot dragon eyes. Hair disheveled and suit jacket over his shoulder in a sloppy manner.

“Why were you out there with him?” Namjoon asked me, speech slurring.

“Receiving an apology,” I answered.

“Is that what we’re calling it, now?” He spat, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Namjoon, why are you acting like this?” I asked.

Namjoon laughed bitterly and stepped closer to me. “Dammit, sweetheart! I have a burning ache for you, and I don’t know what to do about it. Seeing you with my bandmates makes it hard for me to get you to myself these days. How do we remedy this?”

For the first time in my life, I fear what Namjoon will do to me. Swallowing, I say, “I know what you can do. Come back to me when you sober up and tell me what the real issue is.”

Namjoon stepped even closer, to the point where I could smell the bourbon on his breath. Jimin stepped away, taking the blanket with him as Jin got behind me.  Planting a kiss of urgency on my lips, Namjoon pulled me until I was flush to his body and pushed me off him hard. I went backward, and Jin caught me before I hit the ground.

“I’ll hold you to that, sweetheart,” Namjoon growled and walked away.

Jin caught up to Namjoon and got in his face. “What the fuck’s your deal, man? She did nothing to you, and that’s how you treat her?”

”Mind your business, Seokjin!” Namjoon snapped. “This matter is between her and me.”

”With her here, it’s my business, and you’re in my building!” Jin shot back. “I’m tired of how you’re treating her. One minute you’re nice, and the next she’s lower than the dirt on the bottom of your shoe. Come talk to me privately.”

As Jin and Namjoon walked off, Jimin handed me a bottle of water and sat me next to Ashley. “Are you alright?” Ashley asked me. 

I looked at her and started crying. She hugged me as my tears rolled down and onto her navy blue dress. “I want to go home,” I sobbed. 

“I’ll let Jin know. Yoongi, let’s take her home and come back,” Ashley said.

Yoongi nodded. “The only thing I’m coming back for is the cake, really.”

I laughed. “Thank you both.”

A few days later, I was pulling out my Christmas decorations. As I was turning my apartment into a winter wonderland, Yoongi arrived, bearing gifts of sweets and hot chocolate. Setting the objects on the counter, he hugged me, one I’ve been craving for days.

Yoongi cleared his throat before speaking. “I know you and Namjoon have a friends-with-benefits arrangement going on, but it seems like it’s more than that. You two are too stubborn to admit it.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. Jin saw it at the listening party a few months ago, but it was more evident at Jin’s birthday party.  Plus, I saw how Namjoon looked at you when you started to come around us as a Bangtan girl.”

I sighed. ”All of a sudden, he’s acting all possessive and jealous over what- Jin talking to me and Tae, Jimin and Jungkook when they would take me out to eat? “Why is he doing all of this?”

Yoongi sighed. “He’s been in love with you for eighteen years, sweetie. He’s scared of you rejecting him and another guy coming to take you away from him.”

“What’s taking him so long to say something to me?”

“I wish I could tell you.”

I concentrated on the cinnamon roll that was larger than my hand. I cut it in half and offered it to Yoongi. He took it and bit into it. I decided to be honest with Yoongi. “Truth be told, I’ve liked Namjoon since the meeting in the coed bathroom in college. I never told him because he would have a new girl or two every other day. I didn’t want to ruin a friendship with a relationship. Now, eighteen years later, I’m an idol’s fuck buddy with an NDA as a Bangtan girl, and likely a fucktoy to his Lothario bandmate. Now, I’m confused and worried about Namjoon at the same time.”

Yoongi nodded. “He’s been a wreck since the studio and birthday party incident. I’ve never seen him so despondent. Maybe the last time that happened, he learned Yuna had cheated on him with Lee Minho. Jimin feels guilty about the situation, too. If it’s not purely flirting or loud, sweaty sex, you two are at each other’s necks. Yet, he has a thing for you that he can’t shake.”

“Jimin and I did talk. We decided to bury the hatchet and become friends. I told him to find a woman who will love him unconditionally and put aside his libertine ways.”

Yoongi nearly spat out his hot chocolate. “Jimin? Hang up his Lothario hat? I’d like to see that happen. For real, I’m glad you two decided to bury the hatchet. Hope and pray he doesn’t suggest something similar to the shit show you and Namjoon have.”

I looked at my second-oldest friend. “What do you want me to do, Yoongi?”

“First, hear Namjoon out. It is Christmas, and you don’t have to forgive him right away. It may be the season, but I still see the storm brewing in your eyes and your heart. It can only be healed once you open your mind to listen to him.”

Yoongi and I talked a bit more before he got ready to leave. As he left my apartment, I shut the door and sank to the ground. I was there for about ten minutes before I heard a knock on my door. I got up and looked in the peephole, and it was Jin. Wearing a trench coat, he looked better than the last time I saw him. 

“Jin, it’s nice to see you,” I greeted. “Come on in. Yoongi dropped off some pastries. Would you like one?”

“Sure.”

I took Jin’s coat and put it in the closet. Jin sat at the island, texting on his phone, when I brought him an apple turnover and poured him some tea. “What brings you over here?” I asked him.

He looked up and smiled. “I came back from Namjoon’s and decided to come see how you were holding up.”

“I’m conflicted, Jin,” I confessed. I went into what Yoongi told me about how Namjoon was feeling and his fears. He listened without interrupting me, taking in all of the information I gave before he said his piece.

“I know he’s a jealous man, especially when it comes to me getting close to you. He thinks we’re in some competition for the same women who come into our sights. It’s been like this since we were children, and the so-called rivalry only stopped when I went overseas for school and he went off to college and met you. You coming around, becoming one of our newest girls with Ashley, and getting along with everyone just amplifies the ways he’s failed you as a friend, a potential boyfriend, and possibly a husband. When you’re dressed up, he gets even more protective, to the point of being possessive. Hence, knocking other guys out of the way to give you stuff, or to dance with you. 

“When we picked you up to go to the listening party, he wasn’t too happy when I kissed your hand. At the listening party, he watched you closely with Jimin. I’m still shocked he allowed that guy to rearrange your guts six ways to Sunday at The Pussy Cat Lounge’s bathroom, and later in the limo for your threesome to the penthouse and in his bedroom. He was alright with giving you ecstasy pills, pimping you out to Jimin, and champagne, but not okay with the rest of us, aside from Yoongi and Hoseok being close with you.

”You two need to hash out your feelings for each other before something awful happens. He confessed to almost raping you in the bathroom at my party and stopped himself from crossing that line. I also can tell that you have unrequited feelings for him and you’re scared he’ll reject you as well,” Jin spoke.

The tears started to fall fast. Jin pulled me up and hugged me to comfort me. I looked up at Jin, not knowing what to say. He wiped my tears and walked me over to the couch, spying the Christmas decorations everywhere, before he landed on my stereo. He gave me some lights to untangle, and he put on some Christmas music. Once I heard Bing Crosby croon “White Christmas,” I got started on the lights. For the next few hours, we decorated my apartment until it looked like a winter wonderland. Jin took pictures of what we did and posted them online, tagging me. A flood of comments came, including one from Namjoon that we both ignored. Jin took a picture of me standing next to my tree, and immediately it went viral. He decided to get in the picture as well; this time, he took out some mistletoe and held it between us. 

“How are we going to get this picture taken?” He asked me.

“I have a tripod in the closet. Let me set it up,” I answer.

I got the tripod from the closet and set up Jin’s phone to take a picture of us under the mistletoe. He pulled me close with the mistletoe visible, and when the timer went off, he kissed me. We looked at each other and took another one, this time both of us getting into the kiss. Jin posted the picture and tagged Namjoon in it before carrying me bridal-style into my bedroom. Lying me down on the bed, he looked at me and smiled. Propping myself up, I smiled as I removed my sweats and oversized shirt, leaving me in only my matching bra and panty set. 

Whistling, he took off his clothes until he was in his black boxer briefs and got into bed with me. He pulled me into his arms and held me for several minutes, helping me forget about the outside world, especially Namjoon. I turned to face Jin and kissed him on his unbelievably soft lips. 

“What was that for?” He asked. 

“For listening to me and telling me the truth. I wish I had the nerve to tell Namjoon how I felt about him all of those years ago,” I replied. 

Jin kissed me on the forehead. “You’ll get there, baby girl. He’ll be grateful, and maybe he’ll embrace you for it. If he doesn’t, it’s time to move on from him and onto the next guy.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” 

Jin pulled me closer and kissed me hard. I leaned into the kiss, feeling the butterflies I felt with him when he kissed my hand that day. He slipped his hand in my panties and felt how slick I was. I spread my legs wider to give his hand more room. His fingers found my clit, and he flicked it to the point where I started writhing under his touch. I helped him remove my panties, and he got out of his boxer briefs. My favorite thing that’s king-size came into view, and I licked my lips. 

He moved forward, keeping his hand on my pussy as he fed me his dick. I eagerly swirled my tongue around the tip and sat up far enough to attempt to put all of him in my mouth. I ended up gagging, and I backed off on trying. I bobbed my head up and down on him and traced his length with my tongue, making him hiss loudly. He pumped his fingers in and out of me to the point where I squirted on the bed. Jin smiled at me as he manipulated his fingers to get more out of me, something Namjoon has done only a handful of times, and Jimin every single time.

Hovering over me, Jin kissed me, snaking his tongue inside my mouth. I kissed him back. He lowered himself to implant himself near the entrance of my pussy. I nodded, and slowly he pushed in so as not to hurt me. I was able to feel every inch of him fill me to the hilt, and stay while I adjusted to his size. I began to move my hips in a circular motion, prompting him to move in and out of me. His steady movements made me pulsate with lust and desire, and I held onto him, trying to get him deeper inside me.

Jin flipped me over and grabbed my hips to fuck me from behind. I held onto the headboard, which has seen more than enough action to last its lifetime. I moaned loudly for him, and he pounded me harder and faster. I leaned back onto him, almost sitting on his legs as I bounced up and down on him. With one hand, he tweaked my nipples, and the other hand traveled up my inner thighs and found my clit, already throbbing. As he flicked it, my hips moved faster on him. I threw my head back and gave him a deep, passionate kiss before he whispered, “I’m about to come, baby girl.”

“I’m about to come, too,” I whispered back to him.

We moved so that I was on top of him and began riding him. My fingers were tangled in his hair, while he held onto my hips, moving as I did so we could come together. The moment Jin hit the spot inside me, I screamed his name, and I came hard, with Jin filling me a few seconds later. 

We lay in the bed, half asleep, when I thought I heard my front door open. Thinking it was the apartment next door, I snuggled closer to Jin, running my fingers through his thick hair as he held me. I couldn’t help but smile at him while he pretended to be sleeping. Jin’s right, I thought to myself. I need to forget about Namjoon and start with a new guy, even if it is Jin or Jimin.

 “What are you thinking?” Jin asked, kissing my forehead.

“I’m thinking of taking your advice,” I replied.

Jin was intrigued. “What makes you think so?”

”Namjoon’s had plenty of opportunities to tell me how he felt, and never did. Our situationship is soured because of his increasing jealousy. I want him to be straight with me and say something before it’s too late.”

Raining feather-soft kisses on my lips, Jin got between my legs when he turned to his left and stopped dead in his tracks. I looked to where Jin was looking, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. How long was he standing there watching and listening to us? I thought.

”What are you doing here?”

Chapter 7: WTF, Namjoon?

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

Jin’s Birthday Party, Part 1

What happens marks a turning point for Xreaader and Namjoon

Ever since the afterparty at Jimin’s, I started working with the guys as one of their Bangtan girls. I did a promotional photo shoot, as they’re getting ready to film a reality show. With my job as a professor, my screen time is severely limited until I get the time off from teaching, which usually happens around the first week of December. Coincidentally, it’s close to Jin’s birthday bash.  

A few days ago, I was leaving the university after my final class of the day to go home and grade papers when a black SUV pulled up in front of me. A window rolled down, and it was Jin, wearing a smile.

”Going my way?” Jin asked. 

Smiling, I asked, “Is there room for me?”

”Sure. Get in.”

I stepped into the vehicle, and the inside smelled like leather and cologne. Jin, wearing a gray suit with an off-white shirt with missing buttons, handed me a bottle of water. I drank from it, knowing he didn’t lace it with ecstasy pills, unlike Jimin. 

“What brings you to the university?” I asked him.

”I live nearby, and I was heading to a meeting. When I learned it got canceled and saw you, I decided to have my driver pull over.”

I was impressed by how forward he is. “Well, Jin. You can take me home. Would you like to come up?”

”Absolutely.”

We pulled up to my building, and I opened the door to my apartment. As soon as we stepped inside, Jin pinned me to the door and kissed me hard. Having no way to escape, I dropped my school bag and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. He broke the kiss and picked me up. I led him to my bedroom, and he lay me down before getting in next to me. 

We spent the next several minutes tearing off each other’s clothes and making out like teenagers until my phone started buzzing.

”Ignore it,” Jin whispered. 

“What if it’s Namjoon?” I asked. 

“Fuck Namjoon!” Jin snapped, sitting up to look at me. “That fool had eighteen years to make you his girlfriend or his wife. This fuck buddy thing you two have is bullshit, and you know it! He’s admitted to me on several occasions that he’s liked you for years and didn’t want to bring you around because he’s scared another guy would come along and take you away from him. Hell, I’m shocked he allowed that blonde Lothario Jimin to fuck you senseless, albeit under the influence. He’s come damn close to risking his friendship with Namjoon just to get in between your shapely legs.”

I sat up and looked at Jin, shocked by his candor. He’s usually the one who holds back, but I guess this time it’s different. I struggled to find the words to respond, but Jin put his finger on my lips.

“Saturday is my birthday bash at the Red Palace Rooftop Bar and Grill. I want you there, and I want you to wear something that will make Namjoon forget you’re just his glorified bedwench. If you like, I’ll pick you both up as I did for the listening party.”

I nodded in agreement. I got up to grab my phone and saw it was Jimin who called me, asking if I was busy. I sent him a text, saying I was grading final exam papers and won’t be available to do much until Saturday. I showed Jin who it was, and all he did was laugh. 

Saturday arrived, and I was done with school until the middle of January. I wore a basic black short halter dress with garters, thigh-high stockings that matched my skin tone, and a pair of four-inch black pumps. My hairstylist did her thing with my hair: sleek low ponytail. I had a smoky eye done and added a little bit of sparkle to the eyeshadow. 

Jin texted me to let me know he was downstairs with Namjoon. I put on a charm bracelet, my large silver hoops, and a choker before I left my apartment. I got downstairs and saw both Jin and Namjoon standing at the entrance of my building. Jin stood there in a dark gray suit, a black silk shirt underneath that showed off his broad shoulders. His hair was slicked back, revealing his forehead like he did when he did a shoot for a major fashion house a few weeks ago. Namjoon, sporting a deep green suit with a cream shirt underneath, looked as though the outfit was tailored just for him. They led me to the limo, and we climbed in. I felt the heat from the limo seep into my body as Namjoon put his arm around me. 

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Namjoon whispered in my ear.

”No, I haven’t,” I said to him.

”We haven’t talked since the incident at the studio.”

”I know. My schedule got a little busy, even with the work I’m doing with you guys.  It’s nothing against you or Jimin.”

”He’s the main one not happy. Did he call you?”

I looked at my friend. “Yes, he did, a few days ago. I was busy and told him I’ll see him tonight at the rooftop.”

Namjoon nodded. “We’ll talk later tonight.”

We pulled up to a hotel, where the restaurant Jin owns is located. Situated on the fiftieth floor, Red Palace Rooftop Bar and Grill was decorated for Christmas, as it is December. Birthday decorations for Jin were also thrown into the mix. There were tables and lounge chairs scattered throughout, with the bar near the back. One side opened up to the terrace for spectacular views of the city. The other side had a few private booths and rooms that could be reserved for special occasions. After learning that Jin owns this restaurant and the hotel it’s in, I have a whole new level of respect for him.

The holiday music was blasting as people from the entertainment industry were milling about. Jin introduced me to everyone, some recognizing me from the commercial I did with Taehyung. Small talk tires me out, so I got a glass of champagne and went into one of the private booths. Namjoon found me and came in. 

“Mind if I join you?” he asked. 

I motioned for him to come in. He pulled me up and hugged me tight. “I’m sorry for what happened,” he whispered in my ear. 

“Don’t let that shit happen again, Namjoon,” I whispered back. 

Namjoon sat me down and held my hands. “Yoongi worked his magic on the track, and it went viral and will be included on the next EP that drops before Christmas.”

My face got hot. “Namjoon, you mean the part where I came on Jimin’s tongue got covered up?”

“Yes. According to Yoongi, he got so worked up after hearing it that his girlfriend couldn’t walk for a few days.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. I looked at my friend, and a thought came to me. “I would like to talk about our arrangement of sorts.”

Namjoon’s interest was piqued. “Oh? What are you thinking?” “I was thinking that we go to the next level and make things official. It’ll ensure that I won’t hop on Jimin’s dick whenever we’re both hot for one another, and he’ll be forced to get himself a woman.”

Namjoon smiled. “That’s an idea, but I kind of like seeing you two go at it, especially when I’m thrown into the mix. It’s what keeps our dynamic fresh and exciting, Quenie. I’m not saying it can’t happen between us, though.”

But after eighteen years, Namjoon? I protested silently. 

I simply nodded my head. Namjoon gave me a peck on the cheek before leaving the private room to take a call. Not even a minute later, Jin came in with two glasses of champagne and a smile. I took them from his hands and set them on the table beside me. He shut the hidden door and the curtain for some privacy. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something, and finding you in here provided the perfect backdrop,” Jin began. 

“Oh? What about?” I inquired.

“I want to know how you ended up being Namjoon’s friend with benefits?”

Jin’s forward statement took me aback. I told him about the day I moved back into town, and he was seriously considering disbanding the group. The next thing I remembered, my legs were behind my head, and we agreed to this arrangement and to my not signing an NDA because we’re friends.

Jin nodded. “I can see that. I guess that’s probably why he didn’t bring you around for a long time. He sang your praises a lot, and we got curious as to who you were and what you looked like. The night of the listening party solidified everything in our feeble minds. You already knew Yoongi and Hoseok; it was the rest of us you hadn’t met. Jimin pulling you into his arms right away lets me know he’s been fantasizing about you in the worst way possible. I can tell you were in flight or fight mode when he flirted with you, and you tried to hide your carnal attraction, and failed miserably.”

“How did you know that?”

Jin drank some of his champagne. “I observe a lot, baby girl. I also know Namjoon gets insanely jealous when we get close to you, telling me he’s in love with you and too stubborn to say something.”

I looked at Jin. “Right before you came in here, I told Namjoon we need to go beyond this situationship and make things official before Jimin steals me from him.”

Jin laughed. “Girl, didn’t Namjoon tell you about Jimin being a Lothario? That is what he fears the most when it comes to you, and the reason he would rather be in the room with you every time you and Jimin hook up.”

“Namjoon said the same thing: that it excites him and deepens our sexual bond.”

Jin ran his hand through his perfectly coiffed hair and downed the rest of his champagne. He moved closer to me, and I didn’t run away from him. The familiar feeling of butterflies in my stomach returned as I remembered the day I met him and he kissed my hand. He leaned in and kissed me, testing to see if I would let him go further. This is Kim Seokjin, I said to myself. What he wants, he gets, even if it means risking his lifelong friendship with Namjoon. 

I gently pushed him off me and stood up. Gulping down the rest of my champagne, I motioned for Jin to get up and hug me. He turned me around and hugged me from behind, leaving kisses on my neck. With one hand around my waist, his other hand traveled from my neckline to the hem of my short dress. He pulled me closer, to the point where I felt him get hard.

“Do I have permission?” Jin asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

He unzipped my dress, and I stepped out of it. He walked around me, inspecting the lingerie I wore. Licking his lips, he pulled me again and kissed me. We got on the couch, this time with me straddling his lap and making out with him. He undid my garters and slid my lace panties off, exposing me to him.

Jn unzipped himself, and I’ve never seen a dick as big as his. Now I know how he got the name King-Size Jin. I looked from him to his dick and back at him. He nodded, giving me the green light. I inhaled him, bobbing my head up and down, making sure to get all of him in my mouth without gagging. I can hear him moaning my name as he pushes my head farther down his shaft. My tongue swirled around his dick as he thrusted hard. 

“On your hands and knees,” Jin commanded. 

I did what I was told and felt his hands gripping my hips. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down the entrance of my west pussy, and pushed himself in slowly. I swear he grew bigger once he was inside me. I grinned against him to get used to the length and girth of Jin before pounding into me hard. 

“Namjoon doesn’t deserve you,” Jin gritted while thrusting. “He’s a fucking coward. You need a real man who will worship the ground you walk on, like myself.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. As he grunted profanities about Namjoon and praised himself, I was too busy trying to reach orgasm to comprehend what he was saying. I whimpered when he pulled out of me, and turned me around so I was eye level with his dick.

“Baby girl, I don’t like to come inside women. Open your mouth and keep your eyes open.”

I opened my mouth, and he blasted his sperm onto my face, missing my mouth entirely. I had to close my eyes so none of it got in my eyes.

Kneeling to kiss me on the lips, he says, “Good girl. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself. We’ll talk later.”

I put my dress back on and left the private booth, only to be greeted by a shocked Namjoon. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I headed to the bathroom. Namjoon followed me into the women’s bathroom, locked the door, and pinned me against the counter.

“You’re one nasty little freak,” Namjoon hissed, voice dripping with jealousy. “First, you come into my life about to take a piss while I rap, then you become my bedwarmer; the next thing I know, you’re smashing Jimin and Jin. Do you think your pussy is that good you can spread the wealth when it rightfully belongs ot me?”

“Kim Namjoon, what has gotten into you?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. “You agreed that we wouldn’t be more than friends with benefits. Plus, you’re always around when I smash Jimin. Are you jealous of Jin, or am I imagining things? Namjoon’s eyes went dark at the mention of Jin. “Jealous? That’s the word on the street, huh? Did you hear that from the corner of Taehyung and Jungkook?”

“So what if I did?” I asked defiantly.

Namjoon ran his hands through his hair and looked at Jin’s dried-on come on my face. Finding a towel and wetting it, he wiped the come off my face hard along with my makeup. Turning me around so that I was flush with the countertop and facing a mirror, he lifted my dress and used his knee to spread my legs apart. He put a finger at the entrance of my ass, pushing in hard.

“You know what happens to little girls who misbehave?” he asked lasciviously.

“No,” I breathed.

He pulled his finger out and replaced it with three in my pussy. “Oh, you’re soaking wet after Jin had been in you. He did stretch you out pretty good, but there’s  one tiny problem, my queen.”

“What is it?” I ask.

Leaning so that his lips were barely touching my ear, he says, “Your pussy and your body belong to me and only me.”

I hear him undo his pants and rub himself against my pussy. I look in the mirror, and he thrusts himself into me, hard. I yelp at the sensation. I swallowed in anticipation of what he was going to do. I looked at him through the mirror and saw the look of possession and lust in his eyes. Gripping me tight, he does a slow pull-out, then pushes into me hard again. God, it hurts, but my body betrays me once again. He does it over and over again, and my voice is caught in my throat. I can’t overpower him at all. Grabbing onto my ponytail, he moves faster and faster, giving me the pleasure and pain I want to run away from, but I can’t. 

After Namjoon empties himself in me, he pulls me up and tells me to open my mouth. I do so, and he spits in it, forcing me to swallow. Planting a rough kiss on me, he unlocks the door and,d before leaving, says, “Honey, do your hair and makeup. You look like a hot mess. Don’t forget who you really belong to.”

Chapter 6: Jin’s Birthday Party, Part 2

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

10 posts!

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

I have a stupid question 😭 I don’t know what order to read your stories. I’m getting confused. Help me please.

I put the next story in a series at the bottom as a link.

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

The Jimin Effect, Part 2

An afterparty to remember

Namjoon, Jimin, and I climbed into the spacious limo and headed toward downtown, where Jimin lives. On the way there, Namjoon positioned me so that I was practically sitting in his lap, facing Jimin. Jimin poured each of us a shot of tequila and cleared his throat.

“I want to make a toast,” Jimin began. “This was a great listening party for the new album. I can’t wait for our new world tour to begin.”

Looking at me, he continued, “I also hope this begins a new chapter in all of our lives, with you being a bigger presence, and not a figment of Namjoon’s imagination like he has us believing.”

I looked up at Namjoon. He looked back at me and smirked. “I didn’t want these guys to chase you around when I wanted to keep you to myself,” he responded.

“Selfish! You know you’re the number one man in my life, baby. Jin wants me to come around more as well,” I told him.

Namjoon was shocked. “Oh? Are you thinking of taking him up on his offer?”’

I shrugged my shoulders. “We did discuss me doing some small stuff at the listening party. I’m not officially a Bangtan girl as of yet, Joon.”

Jimin cut in. “Has she signed the important document?”

“No, she hasn’t, and I didn’t make her,” Namjoon told him.

“The deal makers may make her do that if she were to come around more, though.”

“Guys, this is a celebration, not a business deal. We can talk about that later. Right now, it’s time to party,” I interjected.

Jimin drank his tequila shot, with Namjoon and me following. The second the smooth drink went down my throat, I felt loose. Namjoon gently pulled my straps down and massaged my neck and shoulders. Jimin placed my leg in his lap, removing my heels to massage my feet. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, letting the guys know I was grateful for the royal treatment they were giving me. 

“You deserve to be treated like the queen that you are,” Jimin said, while hitting a pressure point on my foot.

I jumped a mile. “He’s right, baby,” Namjoon whispered. “Right now, you’re the queen in our private world. We’re your most loyal subjects.”

           I leaned back onto him as he rained kisses on my neck. He removed the straps from my arms, exposing my breasts to Jimin. Namjoon cupped them in his large hands and tweaked my nipples until they were hard. Jimin kissed my foot while looking at me with those seductive eyes of his. I was ready to come right there in front of those two. Namjoon leaned down and planted a hard kiss on my lips, his tongue in my mouth. Jimin ran his hands up my legs and reached the hem of my dress. Lifting it so that it bunched at the waist, I was bare. He confiscated my panties earlier in the night and stuck two fingers inside me. He massaged my clit with his thumb, making me squirm in Namjoon’s lap. I had two different sensations going on at once, wishing the moment could last.

”Get on your knees in front of Jimin,” Namjoon instructed. 

Like the naughty wannabe Bangtan girl that I am, I did what I was told. As I got comfortable, Jimin caressed my face and looked at me with something that’s more than hunger: desire. Gently, Namjoon picked me up and rubbed his dick at the entry of my ass. On instinct, I held on to Jimin’s legs as Namjoon pushed himself into the tight hole. I was able to sit up, fully displaying myself to the person in front of me. Jimin spread my legs to see my most private area. Licking his lips, he looked to me for permission, and I nodded my head. Jimin leaned in close, inhaling the musky scent from earlier before he kissed my throbbing clit. The tip of his tongue on it damn near sent me into outer space. Namjoon’s hands gripped my waist for dear life as I rocked my hips to each side, adjusting to him being inside me. Jimin sped up his tongue to my movements, making sure his piercing hits my most sensitive spots. 

Namjoon started nibbling on my neck as though it were his final meal on earth. A moan came from the depths of my throat, allowing Jimin to move faster. Two of his fingers were inside my wet pussy, and he inserted a third, filling me up. He removed his fingers and traced my lips with my own wetness. I stuck out my tongue to taste his fingers, and he placed them in my mouth. 

“Suck them, Queenie,” Jimin instructed. 

I devoured his fingers while looking at him. I stuck my tongue in between his fingers and moaned as though I was going down on him. Namjoon took that opportunity to adjust himself further in my ass, while tweaking my nipples to the point of ultra-sensitivity. Jimin pushed himself inside my pussy, while Namjoon was still inside. The three of us moved so that I was on top of Jimin, with Namjoon rear-ending me. The sensation of both guys moving inside of me and filling me was a treat I never expected. Namjoon yanked my hair, forcing my head back. He growled in my ear, “I’m about to come. Hold on to Jimin.”

I wrapped my arms around Jimin as much as possible as Namjoon pumped faster in and out of me until he came, shouting my name. Jimin, not far from his own orgasm, flipped me over so that I was holding onto Namjoon’s legs and Jimin pounded me from behind. The sounds of bodies slamming into each other and me swearing toward an orgasm, Jimin slams into me hard and comes. I followed right behind and rested my head in Namjoon’s lap, panting.

The limo stopped at a high-rise building along the river. The driver opened the door as I was making myself presentable. I got out first to straighten out my dress, and the guys followed. Jimin decided to put my heels on my feet, because queens don’t deserve to stand on a nasty sidewalk barefoot. Once I was in my heels, he led Namjoon and me into his building. We took the express elevator to the penthouse, where Jimin’s apartment is located. The doors opened onto a large four-bedroom, three-bathroom penthouse apartment. The main living area had couches and lounge chairs, giving it a private-room vibe. The kitchen looks as though it belongs in a Michelin-star restaurant, with an island and barstools. 

As I looked around, I thought about how small my apartment must look. More people filed into the penthouse, but I wandered into the main suite. An extra-large California king-size canopy bed sat in the middle of the room, with black silk bedding. I looked at the top of the inside and noticed the mirrors. He had nightstands on either side of the bed, with black lamps. One of the stands had a journal and a book; I assume Jimin is reading before bed. The other stand had a remote control for the eighty-five-inch flat screen mounted on the wall in front of his bed. Through one door was a massive walk-in closet that’s bigger than my front room and bedroom combined. His master bath had an old-school claw-foot bathtub, a separate shower, and a private toilet room. 

I walked back into the bedroom and returned to the canopy bed. I imagined myself being handcuffed to the posts while Namjoon prolonged my orgasm, blindfolding me, and tickling me with a feather. I don’t have on my panties, thanks to Jimin stealing them at the lounge, but I was getting hot thinking about that possibility. 

“Like what you see?” A voice asked me. 

I turned around and saw Namjoon looking at me. He walked over to where I was standing and put his arms around me. “His bed is better than mine,” I whisper. “I’ve always wanted a canopy bed with mirrors on it. As a kid, I asked my parents for one because my dad’s cousin and her husband had one just like this one. It turned out to be a waterbed, and they were hardcore swingers in the seventies. My mom said I was too young for a canopy bed; that’s oddly specific for an eleven-year-old girl. She was convinced that I wanted to be a swinger. When they got divorced, my dad got me a canopy bed, sans mirrors, because he said teenage girls didn’t need the mirrors on the canopy ceiling.”

Namjoon nibbled on my neck. “Well, we could-“

”Seriously, Namjoon?” Jimin asked. “You were going to bang her on my bed?”

Namjoon turned to look at his bandmate. “No. I was going to let you do the honors on that one.”

I looked up at Namjoon. “Really? You were going to pimp me out to Jimin?” I asked. 

Namjoon backpedaled. “Baby, no. I won’t do that! I was going to suggest that we have our own little party in here. Jimin, do you have the special party favors? I want to continue what we started in the limo?”

”Yeah. Come on out. The rest of the guys are here, and Jin’s itching to make an announcement.”

Namjoon and I followed Jimin to the living area, and Jin was standing there with a giant bottle of champagne. I got a seat near him, and of course, I got sandwiched between Jimin and Namjoon. Jin looked in our direction and smiled, but winked at me. 

“I have some good news to share,” Jin began. “All of our shows and documentaries that were on multiple streaming services are going to be on one, starting with our live concert in a few months.”

The room cheered loudly at the news. Jin also let us know that a camera crew was at the Pussy Cat Lounge, filming the listening party for an upcoming documentary that leads up to the release of the new album and follows them on the road as they promote it. Someone popped the champagne and poured everyone a drink. Fixing his gaze on me, Jin handed me a flute and said, “Cheers to a new friendship. Tell Namjoon to let you out of his cage now and then. I want to see more of you around as a new friend and as a Bangtan girl.”

”I think after tonight, he’s going to start bringing me around. He should’ve done this a lot sooner,” I told Jin.

”I should’ve done what sooner?” Namjoon asked, taking a sip of champagne.

”Bring this beautiful woman around,” Jin answered as he put his arm around my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “He’s an idiot that’s in love with you and won’t admit it.”

I giggled at Jin’s comment and could see the fury in Namjooon’s eyes. Does he realize that we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend? We agreed to a friends-with-benefits/situationship thing, not to fuck things up with a relationship. Sure, we make out and have a crapton of sex, but that doesn’t mean we’re official, right?

”You’re right, Jin,” Namjoon nodded in agreement. “I have kept her away, largely due to the work schedule she has had over the years. Now that it’s lightening up, she’ll come around a lot more. I promise.”

Jin nodded and flagged down Jimin. He was carrying empty champagne flutes and handed one to Namjoon and me. Grabbing an unopened bottle, Jin opened it and poured each of us some. We clinked glasses, and I took a sip. After about two glasses and me considering joining the Bagtan family and what that entailed, I wandered off from the guys and decided to dance with J-Hope. Wearing a pair of snakeskin pants and losing his shirt somewhere, he took me in his arms, and we began grinding on each other. V and Jungkook cut in, and we danced a three-person tango. Yoongi was in a corner making out with his flavor of the day when Jungkook planted a kiss on my lips, with V biting my neck. I almost came right there in front of everyone. 

Jimin came over and whispered something in V’s ear. He grabbed Jungkook, and they walked off, leaving me with Jimin. “Namjoon, Jin, and I were watching you once again,” he said, with a look of jealousy and want in his eyes. “The triple tango you did with V and Jungkook, chef’s kiss, sweetheart. If only I was a part of that. J-Hope is really impressed with your dance skills and wants you in one of his videos as a lead dancer. I know you haven’t signed the papers as of yet, but you’ll be blurred in the docuentary when it comes out.”

“Cool. I wouldn’t mind being in one of his videos. I already told Jin I’m considering joining, and I saw the fury in Joon’s eyes when he got close to me,” I said to Jimin.

He stepped closer to me, and grabbed my hand. “Come with me, Queeine. I saw you admiring my bed, and I heard what you told Namjoon about your fascination with them. Jin and Namjoon are in there with the papers for you to sign, making you officialy a Bangtan girl. I know Namjoon will keep you on a tight leash, nless you’re into that type of thing.”

I felt my face get hot. JImin and I walked over to his bedroom, where Jin and Namjoon were looking over the NDA and the contract I was to sign, with glasses of champagne on the table. Both men looked up and smiled at me the moment Jimin and I came close. Jin stood up and handed me a glass. I took a sip, and noticed the taste was different from most champagnes I’ve had in my life.

“How does it taste?” Jin asked.

“Yeah,” I answered. “It’s not normally the sweetness I’m used to. This particular brand has more of a dry white wine taste to it.”

“It’s from my liquor brand. The afterparty received the sample bottles to try out. I’ll keep in mind what you’ve said and improve the recipe.”

He had me sit in his seat and Namjoon passed the papers over to me. I saw all of the tabs where I was to initial and sign my name. I skimmed through the document and added my name to the papers.

“Congratulations, baby,” Namjoon said. “You’re officially a Bantan girl.”

“It feels so offical,” I replied. “According to this, I’m to have my first photo shoot in about six weeks.”

“We’ll all be there, cheering you on.”

I hugged my best friend and Jin, for helping make this happen. Jimin came over and hugged me, lingering a bit longer than he should. He looked at Namjoon, and let me go.

Picking up a champagne glass, Jimin held it up. “I want to propose a toast. Here’s to a new beginning to the woman I affectionately call Queenie. May your profile get bigger and may you continue to be around us in between your teaching at the university.”

We clicked glasses and took a sip. The taste is a bit stronger and more dry. Thinking I’m tasting the champagne wrong, I took another sip, this time the liquor hitting me like a ton of bricks. My head started to pound, and Namjoon saw me rubbing my temples. Jimin ran out and brought me some cheese and crackers. Jin helped me to the massive canopy bed. I kicked off my heels and laid down.

“That was kind of strong, Jin,” I told him. “I never had champagne that strong before.”

“Hmm,” Jin said. “I’ll have my people look into it. Thank you for telling me, sweetie.”

Jin walked away to take a phone call, leaving the three of us in the room. Namjoon sat beside me, while Jimin got a damp towel from the bathroom and placed it on my forehead. As I began to get hot with the cold towel on my head, I asked Namjoon to come closer to me. When he got close enough, I planted a kiss on him and started laughing. 

“Oh, somebody wants to play, huh?” Namjoon asked. The look of lust and desire was in his eyes, making me excited for what he’s going to do to me. He motioned for Jimin to come over and asked him for two ‘party favors’. Pulling a small tin out of his pocket, Jimin handed it to Namjoon. Opening it up, Namjoon pulled out what looked like two mints and passed the tin back to Jimin. Namjoon held it up to me and asked if I wanted one. I nodded, opening my mouth so he could put it in. The tablet melted onto my tongue, like it was a piece of dark chocolate. I looked at Namjoon and removed his blazer, smiling at him. He pulled me close and kissed me with want, passion, and unadulterated lust.

Jimin passed us some champagne, and we toasted before downing the liquid. I sat back and pulled off my dress, and was completely naked. Namjoon and Jimin salivated at the sight in front of them as I crawled toward Namjoon and asked him, “Are you ready for me now, Daddy?”

That one word I uttered was all it took for Namjoon to come out of his clothes and get on top of me. He kissed me hard, not like before. He claimed my mouth as though it was going to be taken away from him, while Jimim watched. He bit my lower lip and yanked my hair, making me wet instantly. He possessed my body as though I were something he desperately wanted to claim and own for himself. I swear he’s gotten larger inside of me as he turned me around and had me on all fours. Entering from behind, he slams into me, making me scream his name. I looked over at Jim, and he was already touching himself through his pants. I mouthed, “Come here,” to him, and he obeyed. With one hand, I undid his pants, allowing him to free his dick from his pants. 

Coming closer to me, Jimin was able to rub his dick across my lips until I opened my mouth and inhaled him. He let out a moan from the depths of his soul as I ran my tongue from the bottom of his heavy balls to the very tip of his dick, which was already leaking. I looked at the devilish angel in his eyes as I twirled my tongue around his tip before bobbing my head up and down on him. Jimn reached under me and palmed my breasts in his hands, giving them a squeeze that caused me to moan on his dick, and Namjoon to smack my ass. The three of us switched positions many times while enjoying the high from the party favors Jimin gave us. When I finally came, the guys followed behind, and we passed out only after Jimin pulled out of me and gave me a facial. 

I woke up a few hours later only to see Jin staring at the three of us, shaking his head. Picking up my dress, Jin handed it to me so I could look somewhat decent after the night I had. His hair was disheveled, his dress shirt was completely unbuttoned, and he had lipstick marks all over his broad chest and footrests he calls shoulders. His face card will never decline, even when he gets old. 

“Some party, huh?” Jin asked, following me into the bathroom. 

“You can say that,” I answered while washing the dried-on spunk off my face. “I think I had one too many of those party favors Jimin distributed.”

“The ecstasy pills? He laced the champagne with them for your signing.”

I looked at Jin. Not only is Jimin a Lothario, but he’s also a pusher-no wonder the champagne tasted funny. I didn’t bother to ask where the rest of the guys are scattered. The only thing on my mind is getting home to wash off the disgust I have for Jimin from my body, but my body gets warm when I think about us intertwined with one another. I’m surprised Namjoon didn’t push Jimin off me, but he was under the influence as well. Ugh, this push and pull is insane! 

Jin walked up to me, pulled me close to his body, and kissed me. “Come on. I’ll take you home to rest. I’ll give you a call next week.”

Author’s POV: Little did Xreader and Jin know that Namjoon saw them kiss and is not happy about it.

Chapter 5: Jin’s Birthday Party, Part 1

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

Afternoon Delight

How a day at the pool turned into a party for two.

The only thing I wanted to do was spend a few days on vacation with my best friend and lounge by the pool. What I got instead was a new way to use a popsicle. To say my curiosity was piqued is putting it mildly.

I remember the day vividly, and I smile frequently whenever I think about it. My best friend, Trina, and her boyfriend, Jin, dragged me to a large company-owned compound to spend two weeks before BTS began rehearsing for a massive world tour. According to Trina, three of the guys are single, and I’m newly single. She made it her mission to have me start dating one of the guys immediately. She didn't want to be lonely, and the other guys had a regular rotation of women coming through. She wants someone familiar that she can vibe and gossip with, and I was the perfect candidate.

A few days in, I decided to go sit out by the pool to read and to get some sun on my skin. I packed a pink polka-dot string bikini and the latest romance novel I'd been wanting to devour for the longest time. I put on the bikini, grabbed my cover-up and book, and headed out to the pool. In one lounge chair was Jungkook, scrolling on his phone. I got into the chair next to his and set my bag beside it.

“Do you need sunscreen?” Jungkook asked me.

I turned and looked at him. “I applied before I came out,” I answered. “Thank you, though.”

Jungkook nodded and returned to his phone. As I read, the pool area got noisy with the guys and girls jumping in. I looked up and saw Trina drowned by Jin before they disappeared into the compound. Yoongi and the other guys were playing Marco Polo with their girls, and I saw Namjoon walk out to join them. Tall, with honey-colored skin and dimples that could stop traffic, he walked over to Jimin and his girlfriend, grabbed a few popsicles, and placed them in the smaller cooler he was carrying. The other girls stopped to stare at him, knowing that he’ll never give them any play. While the noise continued and Taehyung added rock music to the mix, I stayed out in the hot sun, my skin already cooking and screaming for more sunscreen. I looked at Jungkook, and he was already sleeping with a cap over his face. A shadow crept over me, almost scaring me out of my skin. I looked to my right, and it was Namjoon, flashing those dimples that should be illegal. He was carrying what looked like a beach blanket and holding a popsicle.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

“Sure. There’s room on here for two,” I said.

Namjoon sat next to me and spread the light blanket over our bodies. “You're going to get darker than Jungkook's swim trunks,” Namjoon said, grinning.

“Black is beautiful,” I replied, and spied the popsicle. “Do you plan on sharing that?”

“Only if you apply sunscreen to my back.”

“Deal.”

Namjoon and I traded places, with him lying across the lounge and unwrapping the frozen treat. I applied the sunscreen to his back, massaging it in. He passed the treat to me, and I let it sit on my tongue ring, where it melted a bit. During this trip, Namjoon and I have shared friendly banter and flirted a bit. We never crossed the line in our dealings with each other, but anything can happen this summer, right?

I handed the treat back to him, letting him know I was done with his back. Smiling, he told me to lie down. I do as I’m told, allowing myself to relax. His strong hands went ot work on my back, and I started to squirm a bit. I look ahead and see the pool is empty. I also notice the string of my bikini top came undone. Sneaky bastard, I thought to myself.

Handing me the popsicle and the blanket, Namjoon said, “Use the blanket as a cover-up.”

Sitting up, I cover my breasts and put the popsicle in my mouth, careful not to bite down. Namjoon lowered the lounge chair and made sure Jungkook was still snoring. Removing the blanket, Namjoon looked at my pierced nipples and immediately licked his lips.

I handed him the popsicle, and he used the cold treat to trace around my nipples and allowed it to melt onto my piercings. I shivered a bit, eliciting a wicked grin forming on his face. “What’s on your mind?” I asked in a seductive tone.

“Besides wanting to ravish your chocolate skin? I want to take off your bottoms to see what you’ve been hiding from me,” Namjoon answered. “I bet you’re bald and also pierced.” “Why don’t you untie me and find out? I don’t bite.”

Namjoon finished the first popsicle and opened another, which was half-melted. He handed me the popsicle and kept the wrapper. Slowly, he undid my bikini bottoms. Whistling that I was bald and pierced, he ran his hand up my leg, getting dangerously close to the center of my heat. I opened my legs, one on each side of the chair. Namjoon poured the melted portion of the cold treat onto me, leading from my navel all the way to my most intimate body part. His tongue followed the same trail, stopping at the top of my folds.

Using one hand, Namjoon opens me up and kisses my clit, which gives me goosebumps, despite the humidity. He takes another popsicle from the cooler, unwraps it, and puts it in his mouth, looking at me with those intense dragon eyes. He slowly rubs my clit with a thumb while he decides what to do with the popsicle in his mouth. He looks down, sees how moist I’ve become, and gives me an evil grin. Taking the popsicle out of his mouth, he sticks his tongue out at me and places it on my lips. I stick out my tongue to taste it, then he takes it away, making me pout in frustration.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Namjoon said in a low tone. He draws a line from my lips to my chest, utilizing the whole length of the treat on my breasts, giving the nipples special attention. Leaving my chest, he continues down my body until he once again got to the top of my folds.

“Open your legs for me, baby,” Namjoon instructed.

I spread my legs wide enough for Namjoon to get between them. He took the popsicle resting on my stomach and rubbed it up and down my pussy until he inserted the tip. I let out a small yelp, the contrast between the cold and the hot leaving me both frightened and excited. He pushed the popsicle a bit further in me, making me squirm harder.

He pulled it out and placed it in his mouth. He moaned at the taste of the treat and my juices. Handing it to me, he says, “Open up and taste yourself, baby.”

I put the popsicle in my mouth, the taste being euphoric on my tongue. Placing his hand on top of mine, he pushed the popsicle farther in my mouth and moved it back and forth. I opened my mouth, and Namjoon uses it as lipstick on me. Setting the popsicle aside, he leaned in and gave me a kiss that sent electricity through my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to me; my legs went around his waist so he doesn’t try to escape me. I’ve longed for him to kiss me since we’ve been here, waited for him to cross the imaginary line we made.

Gently, he removed my legs and sat up to take off his trunks. His dick was hard, already leaking. Licking my lips, I moved forward and inhaled him. My tongue trailed his dick from the base to the very tip, allowing my piercing to scrape him lightly. Namjoon shuddered as my tongue traveled on him. I put him in my mouth again, this time taking him until I could basically swallow him without gagging. I pretended his dick was a popsicle and went to town on it as if it was the last dick I was going to suck on this planet.

“I’m about to come,” Namjoon said through clenched teeth. “Lay down, now!”

“Make me,” I said playfully.

Namjoon pushed me down and spread my legs wide. He kissed my inner thighs until he got to my wet pussy. Using one thumb to rub my pierced clit, I shuddered as he stuck his tongue inside me. I moaned loudly, not caring if Jungkook woke up from his nap and watched us. I held onto the chair as though I was going to fall off. Namjoon, sensing I was close, sat up and impaled himself in me.

"Shit!" I shout.

Namjoon and I spent that time making love on the lounge chair as the afternoon sun beat down on us. Flipping me over until I was flat on my stomach, he told me to grab onto the chair. He spread my legs wide as though they were handles to a wheelbarrow, and buried himself in me. "Who's *thrusts hard* your *thrusts hard* daddy *thrusts hard*?" he asked.

"You *scream* are *scream*," I shout.

He thrusted hard into me as I moaned and screamed at the top of my lungs. With all of the grunting and other animal noises we were making, neither one of us noticed when the chair started splintering under our combined weight. Pinching my pierced nipples, he came in me hard, with me following behind him. Both of us collapsed into the chair to catch our breath when it broke, and we crashed to the ground.

Jungkook looked up and saw us on the ground, naked, with Namjoon still inside me. We looked at him, and the three of us laughed before Jungkook ran inside to tell everyone what had happened.

We got up and dressed, then jumped into the pool to cool off. Jin came outside, saw us in the pool, looked at the chair, then back at us. "Dammit, you heathens! I have to drain the pool and fill it back up again!" he snapped. "Whatever happened on that chair, you two are paying to get it cleaned and reupholstered!"

Namjoon and I laughed and climbed out of the pool so Jin could clean it. "Want to continue this again?" Namjoon asked.

“Just say when, Daddy,” I answered, kissing him on his dimpled cheek.

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

The Jimin Effect, Part 1

A chance encounter goes sideways.

NJ: Hey, babe. The company is throwing a listening party for our new album. Can you come?

Me: Yes. When is it?

NJ: Next Saturday at The Pussy Cat Lounge. Dress to impress me.

Me: You want to put me through a mattress again, Joon!

NJ: (sends laughing and horny devil emojis) Duh. You get to meet the rest of the guys. You already know Yoongi.

Me: I'll come.

NJ: I know you will (sends winking emoji).

I was excited for Namjoon and the rest of BTS on their new album. I was sent an advanced copy to review, and I gave him my thoughts on the album, which he took to heart. He sent me the final version of it; I fell in love. I got a digital copy of the album, and it went six times platinum in my apartment. I decided to book an appointment with my hairstylist and makeup artist to help me plan the most killer look for the listening party. I went shopping and found the perfect outfit: a blood red mini dress with a matching clutch and heels. I have silver jewelry to complement the look.

The night of the listening party arrived, and I began to pregame. I ate a small amount of food and had myself a gin and tonic. I played BTS' latest for the millionth time as I showered and got dressed. My makeup was flawless, as was the fresh weave my hairstylist installed earlier. My real hair was washed and braided down before the stylist sewed it in, making sure none of it showed, and it stayed put all night. She used a wide-barreled curling iron to add curls, making it look like I had large ringlets. She separated the large ringlets and made them smaller with the tiniest-barreled curling iron she had in her arsenal. When the stylist left, I took a pic of myself and posted it to social media. Immediately, I got a ton of responses on how I looked, especially from Namjoon and Yoongi.

NJ: Baby, come on down. We're here

Me: Okay.

I stepped outside, and Namjoon was standing at the door, holding it open for me. He wore a navy blue suit with an off-white shirt that fit his tall frame perfectly. His hair was slicked back, and he wore his glasses.

When I got close enough to him, he gave me a hug and a quick peck on the lips. "You look delicious," he greeted me.

"Thank you," I replied. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Smiling, he guided me into the car, and I saw a man on the phone, talking to someone. He looked up and saw Namjoon, and I climbed in. This guy is extremely good-looking in his charcoal-gray suit and black shirt, with a few buttons undone. I saw a silver necklace on his neck, and I felt myself get moist at the sight of him. He hung up his phone and moved over a bit so I could sit in between them.

"Baby, meet my bandmate, childhood friend, and our resident deal maker, Kim Seokjin," Namjoon introduced, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"Where have you kept this beautiful woman hidden?" Jin asked, and turned to me, taking my hand and kissing it. "It's my pleasure to meet someone so beautiful and can tolerate a clumsy oaf like Namjoon here."

I smiled. "Namjoon tells me you're the one netting deals for everyone, right?"

"Yes. I'm in negotiations with a streaming service to have all of our documentaries and shows shown exclusively on there. If Namjoon lets you out more, maybe I can strike up a modeling gig for you. That dress you're wearing really looks good against your skin tone."

I felt myself blush like a schoolgirl. "Thank you. I'd like that. My main focus is teaching literature at the university."

Jin nodded. "Keep it in mind, sugar."

Namjoon squeezed my shoulder as we headed toward The Pussy Cat Lounge. When we pulled up, a purple carpet was rolled out leading to the building's entrance. The driver got out and opened the door for us. Namjoon got out first, then assisted me, and Jin came out last. The press were out taking photos and asking a ton of questions, wondering who I was to Jin and Namjoon. Luckily, Namjoon told them I was a close friend and put his hand on the small of my back to lead me into the lounge.

When we got inside, Jin led us to the section reserved for all of us and any girls the other guys brought with them. As we got closer, I spotted Yoongi, wearing his signature black-on-black suit. He looked up and stood to greet us. Yoongi pulled me into his arms, picked me up, and spun me around. He put me down and looked at me.

“I wonder who’d be the lucky guy you take home tonight,” Yoongi mused, loud enough for Namjoon and Jin to hear.

“Hey, buddy. Hands off her,” Namjoon spoke.

I looked at Namjoon. “I’m a free agent, not your girlfriend, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about our arrangement.”

“What arrangement?” A voice behind us asked.

Namjoon turned around and saw the rest of his bandmates, and one zeroed in on me. Long blonde hair, a great smile, dressed in a sport coat with no shirt to show off his abs, matching pants, and a swagger I can’t put my finger on. I learned his name is Jimin, and immediately he pulled me until I was flush with his body. I felt him go hard, and I pretended it wasn't happening, but my inner sex kitten wanted to ride him right then and there.

“Where did Namjoon find you and why is he hiding you from me?” He asked me, gently pushing me away as he looked me up and down.

“I’ve known him since his days as an undergrad and underground rapper. I work as a literature teacher at the university,” I said, his cologne almost making me lose all common sense.

His hand rubbed my back, and he said, in a low voice I could hear, “Your chocolate skin and my honey skin next to each other is driving me mad. If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight or my bed.”

Something about the way he said that made me recoil right away. After he removed his hands, I told him I was going to the ladies’ room to freshen up. I closed the stall door to catch my breath. Jimin is something else, I said to myself. Sure, Joon and I aren’t dating, just fuck buddies, but how would he feel if I did sleep with Jimin? The night is young; what’s the worst that can happen?

I returned to where we were seated and immediately met J-Hope, V, and Jungkook. As the night wore on and songs from the new album played, all the guys flirted with me, with Jimin doing so the most. Every now and then, he’ll whisper something in my ear to either get me aroused or to repulse me. A light touch on my arm, his hands on my waist, even a whiff of his cologne gives me conflicting thoughts. I don’t want to call him a creep, but the way he says certain things to me makes my skin crawl, and my body betrays me by getting hot in the panties and wanting to jump his bones.

Namjoon brought me a glass of champagne. "Enjoying yourself, babe?" he asked.

"Yes, I am," I answered, then got serious. "What is it with Jimin? One minute, he's being flirty, and the next it borders on creeper mode. Is he like this with every woman he meets?"

Namjoon took a sip of his champagne. "Jimin is a board-certified Lothario. He took a special interest in you because you're his ideal type, plus your skin color drives him wild, the same way it drives the rest of the guys wild, even me after all these years of us knowing each other. I wanted to kill him when he pulled you close enough for you to feel his hardness. I also know you were ready to fuck him, despite your brain rejecting him and your body wanting him.

"If you do fuck him, I won't be mad. I want you to be careful around him. He'll fuck a girl one minute and discard her the next. He's throwing an afterparty at his penthouse later tonight, and I want you to come."

"Namjoon, of course I'm coming. I'm here as your guest, remember? The rest of the guys are inviting girls, right?"

My best friend nodded. "I care a lot about you, baby. The last thing I want to do is beat his ass for making you cry. Now, get on the dance floor and show J-Hope what you're working with."

After we shut down the Pussy Cat Lounge, I excused myself to go to the bathroom before heading over to Jimin's for the afterparty. I freshened up my makeup and walked into Jimin. Standing in front of the door, Jimin put his hands on my shoulders, walked me backward into the ladies' room, and locked the door. Sitting me on the counter, he said, "I've been watching you on the dance floor tonight. You're a great dancer. I saw J-Hope get dangerously close to you, while Jin and Namjoon vie for your attention. Jungkook and V were staring hard at you, undressing you with their eyes, like I was all night."

I was at a loss for words. My mind was telling me to run out of there, find Namjoon, and skip the afterparty, but my body would not move. "Oh yeah?" I managed to ask, my brain short-circuting.

Jimin moved closer, wrapping my legs around his waist until I was almost off of the counter, and asked, "Tell me, sweetheart. Is Namjoon your boyfriend?"

"No," I whispered. "He's my best friend."

Jimin nodded. He leaned in for a kiss, and every nerve in my body told me to push him off and run. Giving in to my urges, I let him kiss me and pull the straps of my dress down as I took off his sports jacket. My hands grazed over his chest, down to his abs, until they got to the waistband of his pants. Smirking, Jimin hiked up the hem of my dress until it was at my waist and peeled off my already soaked-through panties. He put the garment to his nose and sniffed it before placing it in his pocket. With one hand, he squeezed each breast while the other was feeling how slick I was. He inserted two fingers and hooked them, making me jolt. His thumb rubbed my sensitive clit, and I said to him, "Please."

Jimin spread my legs wide and kissed my inner thighs, from my knees up until he got to the center of my heat. He looked at me with a devilish look in his eyes and showed me his tongue ring. He dipped his head and swirled the tip of his tongue on my clit. I couldn't help but start moaning loudly, not caring who heard me on the other side. The more he ate me out, the louder I got until I yelled out, "Jimin, fuck me! I'm about to come!"

Jimin helped me off the counter and turned me around so that I was facing the mirror. Lifting my leg onto the counter, Jimin told me to look in the mirror. I felt his dick rub against me, getting slick with my juices before he pushed slowly inside me. He pulled out enough to make me whimper, then he pushed himself back in me, hard. I can only concentrate on our reflection as Jimin pounds me hard. I reached down and rubbed my clit fast, wanting to come with Jimin. He leans over and whispers in my ear, "Imagine me fucking you in front of everyone at my afterparty, and I'm making you scream louder than Namjoon ever could. Would double penetration be more of your speed, as another guy and I come in you at the same time? Tell me, sweetheart. Do you want to watch someone get fucked, or do you want to be the main attraction in a crowded room?"

My mind stopped working, and I came screaming his name so loudly that someone was pounding on the door. Jimin unloaded inside me and left hickeys on my neck. "Thanks for that release, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

"Hey, you freaks! Get out here and let's go!" Namjoon yelled from the other side of the door.

I unlocked the door and opened it while adjusting my dress. I smiled at Namjoon and gave him a kiss on his lips. "Let's go, baby," I said to him.

Jimin, watching what I'm doing in front of his face, comes behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and says, "My driver is waiting for us. Ready for the afterparty?"

"Lead the way," Namjoon said to him, then turned to me. "Had fun?"

"Yes, I did. Let's go to the party. I'm ready to really let loose."

Chapter 4: The Jimin Effect, Part 2

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

5 posts!

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

The Move

The origin story of Xreader and Namjoon and how they came to become more than friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

It's been eight years since I last saw my friend Kim Namjoon, a friend of mine from college. We were in the same coed dorm, and one night I walked into the bathroom and saw him rapping into a cassette deck with a microphone. I watched him as he spat verses about college repressing creativity, and jumped a mile when he looked in the mirror and saw me watching him.

"Don't mind me, I was going to the toilet," I said to him, chuckling.

"Good thing you didn't go. That wouldn't sound nice once I polish this mixtape I'm making," he responded, and laughed as well. "Go ahead and do your business. Pretend I'm not even here."

Since that day, we became friends. I went to his rap battles where I met Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok, two more underground rappers. As they began to become known, a talent scout discovered them, and they joined a company to train as idols. On our college graduation day, he was valedictorian and gave a rousing speech on what's to come in our lives. He received his degree in music production and engineering, despite being an underground rapper and having already done so before debuting as an idol three months earlier. I was an English major, specializing in Black contemporary literature, and taught at a university several towns over.

In between those years, we kept in touch sporadically. He had a busy schedule, and I was busy on my end as well. Every year, we made a promise to each other to visit one another. Some years didn't pan out the way we wanted, but we had ways to communicate with one another until our visits dropped off for eight years. When I received the opportunity to move back to my college city and teach at our alma mater, the first person I called was Namjoon. He was excited and found an apartment for me to rent out. It was located twenty minutes from the university, and about ten minutes from his place.

The day I moved in, Namjoon was there with food and flowers. God, I missed those dimples of his. "Welcome home, sweetie," he greeted.

I let him in, and he placed the items on the kitchen counter and gave me a hug, swallowing my frame. I hugged him back, taking in the scent of his cologne, the very scent that drove me wild back in college. I never told him I had feelings for him, because he always had a girl or two on his arms. Maybe it was his dragon eyes, his million-watt smile, or his dimples when he flashed a smile. I don't know, but my love life has been hit-or-miss.

"It's great to be back," I replied. "How is life as an idol?"

Namjoon sat at the table as I plated the food he brought over. Handing him a plate and a can of beer, he told me about the grueling schedules, how little time he had to himself, and what the other guys have been teasing him about: his clumsiness, the fact that he doesn't have a license, or his height. I told him about the lack of a sex life I had, thanks to the many conferences on urban literature I've been attending and the classes I've been teaching.

"I hope I have an easy load this semester," I told him.

"If so, you can finally meet the guys at your earliest convenience," he replied.

"Cool."

We migrated over to the couch and surfed through the myriad streaming services I have until we settled on a few B-rated horror movies. Namjoon popped some popcorn and brought over some beers. I arranged the blankets and pillows to make the couch feel cozy. As the movie wore on and the day settled into night, we shouted at the TV, groaned when someone made a dumbass decision and didn't escape, and other things in the movies.

When the movie was done, Namjoon and I stood up to stretch. He took the empty beer cans and put them in the recycling bin for disposal later. I was about to find another movie for us to make fun of when Namjoon came over to me and pulled me into a bear hug. "I missed this," he whispered in my ear.

"As did I," I replied. "I have a feeling you have something on the brain."

Namjoon sighed. "I might disband the group."

"Why? You're on the verge of really breaking through."

"I know. The guys are completely burned out with constant interviews, performing, and you know the American media racket treats us like we're zoo creatures from another planet. I think it's best we broke up for a while and come back in a year or two to really assess what we want to do."

I nodded, then an idea popped into my head. "Understandable. You guys do need a break, badly. Nobody's stopping you guys from working on solo ventures, right? You don't have to completely disband to do that. Some of you can come together on one or two projects. You guys need to make things fun again, like when you were literally pouring your blood, sweat, and tears into becoming recognized and adored by millions."

Namjoon looked at me, smashed his lips against mine, and pulled away. "You're right. Why didn't I think of that?"

"You tell me. You're the one with the 148 IQ."

Namjoon laughed and pulled me into his arms, this time a lot closer, until I was in his lap. We leaned into each other for a kiss, this time more sensual. Both of us grabbed at each other's clothes, yanking them off. Namjoon pushed me down onto the couch and helped me shimmy out of my jeans, leaving me in my lace thong. Noticing my bra was still on, he instructed me to take it off. I sat up and removed the article, eliciting a whistle from my longest friend. I undid his pants, allowing him to stand in front of me in his boxer briefs, causing me to lick my lips.

Nodding his head, I tugged down his boxer briefs, and his dick sprang out in front of me, already leaking. I gave him a look, one he's never seen in the 18 years of us knowing each other. I licked him, from the base of his balls to the tip of his dick, and back down before engulfing it into my mouth. I played with his heavy nuts while I attempted to suck the soul out of him. I released him the second he was about to come into my mouth, and told him to lay down.

"I have a better idea," Namjoon hissed, threw me over his broad shoulders, and went into my bedroom. He laid me on the California king bed, spread my legs as wide as they would go, and he got in between them. He opened my pussy up with both hands, using a finger to trace it out, so as to make a memory of what I look like without panties. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and inserted two fingers inside me. My hips rose at the sensation, and I began to move to the rhythm he set. Removing his fingers from my pussy, he placed them in my mouth, ordering me to taste myself. I devoured his fingers while looking at him, sticking my tongue in between his fingers and giving him a wink.

Immediately, he dipped down and ate me out. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I began to scream loudly. I didn't care if the neighbors heard me; I was having the best sex of my life with my longtime friend. The moment his tongue hit my clit in a circular manner, I came hard and fast, shouting Namjoon's name to the heavens. He looked up at me, juices all over those soft lips of his. I leaned forward and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

He returned my kiss and pushed me back down on the bed. He then pushed my legs back behind my head and filled me to the hilt. I let out a gasp, as though his dick was choking me from below. We moved as one, writing our own lyrics to a song that can never be performed in front of an audience. He spread my legs wider and went deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held them tightly, not wanting to let him go.

"Baby, I'm about to come," he said through gritted teeth.

"We both are," I answered, making him smile.

He flipped over until I was on top. I bounced up and down on him like I was riding a horse. My legs were stretched out on either side of him as his wide hands held onto my waist. I bent forward a bit to run my fingers through his sweaty head and move my hips to the point where he shouts my name, and fills me up, with my own orgasm following right behind him. My body was shaking while coming down, and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on top of my head.

After a few minutes, I rolled onto my right side and snuggled up next to him while he caught his breath. "I've never done that with a friend before," I said.

"Oh?" Namjoon asked, then a thought popped into his mind. "We can keep this going, if you like."

"It won't bother you that we're fuck buddies?"

Namjoon nodded. "Nope. The guys have their girlfriends sign ironclad NDAs. I've known you the longest of any girl I've been with, and I trust you. I won't make you sign one."

"Alright. I'm down."

Namjoon leaned over and kissed me, this time squeezing my right breast. "Let's rest up, and we'll go for round two."

Chapter 3: The Jimin Effect, Part 1

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

J-Hope and the Stripper

It's a special night at the Pussy Cat Lounge, where a special guest is coming to see the girls do their thing on stage. You, as the queen of the pole, are the featured dancer. You've been courted by all types of men who have come through, and rejected them all: doctors, lawyers, business tycoons, even a politician or two. While you had your fun with them in the VIP room, they didn't scratch that itch you've been having until he walked in.

Jung Hoseok, the dance leader and rapper of BTS, came into the lounge with his six bandmates, ready to celebrate a clean sweep at the Grammys. Going by J-Hope, he's dressed from head to toe in Tom Ford. You learn that they're the ones looking for a girl or two to star in a video they're shooting within a few days. You hear that the girl they choose gets to do a spicy dance scene with J-Hope and his number two, Jimin.

Jorge, the lounge manager, tells you to put your all into this performance, as there's a special gift if BTS chooses you as their dancer. He pulls out of the closet your latest costume: a schoolgirl uniform, white lace lingerie, and a trench coat. The DJ has your song on deck: R. Kelly's "Seems Like You're Ready," as you're the first dancer up.

Jorge steps out to address the crowd and introduce BTS, sending everyone into a frenzy. When he finishes his spiel, he introduces you to the crowd, saying how talented you are and that they're in for a treat that night. The DJ begins playing the song, and you come out, wearing the trench coat. Your hair is in two curly pigtails, your makeup is done, and four-inch heels are on your feet.

As you step onto the stage, the spotlight hits your face, obscuring the crowd. You know BTS are sitting in the front, their eyes fixed on you, especially J-Hope's. You swing on the pole for about a minute before you remove the coat, revealing the extra-short schoolgirl uniform, white thigh-high stockings, and the garters holding them up. You take yourself back to the days of gyrating on older men, getting them hard and them putting money inside your G-string, and a finger in you.

You do a split on the pole, slowly coming down, catching J-Hope's eye, who is leaning forward, paying close attention to you. You close your eyes, making sure a memory of what he looks like is cemented in your brain. You remove the skirt and throw it into the crowd, not sure who caught it.

Once the blazer and halter top came off, you were topless, except for the pasties covering your nipples. As you dance, money starts to rain down onto the stage, and the song ends. You pick up as much of the money as you can and gather the costume, except for the skirt. Jorge came onto the stage to thank you for the performance, before announcing the next girl. Once you're done dancing, you head into the crowd to take drink orders, and you feel a pair of eyes on you once again.

Jorge stuck you in the VIP section where the guys were sitting, specifically to get their orders. You go to their table and get their drink orders. For each order, they wink at you, except for J-Hope, who keeps his eye on you.

"What's your drink of choice?" you ask him.

"You," he replied, "as long as it's only the two of us."

You nod, promising to come back with everyone's drink. You tell the bartender your orders when Jorge comes up to you and says that two of the guys have requested a private dance in the VIP room. He speculates that they chose you for the video, and wanted to talk to you privately. To you, it can mean several things: a highly paid escort, a personal bedwarmer, or something more shady.

You serve BTS their drinks, and look at J-Hope. You tell him to follow you into the VIP room. A wide smile crept onto his face as he got up and went with you to the private room. Jorge was at the door, unlocking it so you could step in first, then J-Hope right behind you. The door closed and locked. Taking his hand, you led him to the overly plush couch, and immediately, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you hard.

He pushes you down onto the couch and looks down at you. Tearing off his sport coat and tie, he says, "You don't know how much restraint it took for me to not climb onto that stage and fuck you in front of everyone."

"You're not the first person who's told me that," you respond. "Isn't there supposed to be another guy in here with us?"

"Fuck Tae. You're mine!" J-Hope hissed, and got on top of you, planting another rough kiss on your lips.

You return his kiss with the same fervor he's giving you. You unbutton his shirt as he removes the shorts you were wearing. He snakes his hand into your panties and feels how slick you are. He inserts two fingers inside you, curling them to get you off.

"Do me, now!" You yell in between moans.

Smiling wickedly, J-Hope rips your panties off and spreads your legs wide. He eats your pussy as though it's the last meal he's going to have on this planet.

He sits up and takes off his pants, revealing his engorged dick. You jack him a bit before putting it in your mouth. As you moan on his dick, he pushes your head farther down on him, wanting you to inhale all of him. Once you feel him about to come, you push him onto the couch, and you get on top of him. A gasp escapes your mouth as you feel him grow bigger inside you.

You two move in a way that feels like you're dancing. You move your hips in a circle on him as he grabs your breasts and squeezes them. The more you ride J-Hope, the more ready he is for a release. You lean forward onto him, and he flips you over and pumps you hard and fast until he empties inside of you, with your own orgasm following.

The two of you looked at each other, and he kissed you, this time tenderly. You look into his eyes, and they've warmed up with you.

"I can tell you that you got the part," J-Hope said to you.

"When do I show up to the set?" You asked.

"You're already here. Jorge agreed to rent it out for the three-day shoot, and we already filmed the first scene. Come back tomorrow, and you'll get spit roasted by Jimin and Tae."

You’re excited about the video shoot, knowing what’s going to entail. You kiss J-Hope and thank him. “Can we go another round?”

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

Private Recording Session

NJ: Come to the studio. I need your input.

Me: Sure. I’ll be there in an hour. Did you eat?

NJ: No, surprise me. 

Namjoon never invites me to the studio for anything, I said to myself. He must have a creative block or something. The night air is soupy as is typical for summer. I took a shower and put on a sundress that showed off my curves, got in my car and drove to the neighborhood Thai restaurant, where I ordered a spicy pad thai. I parked in the parking lot facing the building the guys converted into a state-of-the-art recording studio, living quarters, and a gym. Armed with food for Namjoon, I opened the door, and Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook spilled out, laughing.

“She’s here!” Taehyung shouted and gave me a wink. “Now, our leader can get some pussy and stop yelling at us!”

Jimin and Jungkook cackled. “She’ll have to pry him away from the sound board for that,” Jungkook quipped.

“Where are you guys going?” I asked.

“Out and about for a few hours while Joon is in there, fretting over that damn song,” Jimin answered, then leered at me while playing with the strap of my sundress. As he traced his fingertip to the dip in my dress, goosebumps formed on my skin immediately and I got moist from his touch. I hate when my body betrays me, knowing I’m repulsed by Jimin, but remembers the torrid night of passion he gave me several months ago. Pulling me until I was flush to his body, he says,  “Unless you want me to take you into an alley and snap your back like I did last time while the guys watch. Seeing your chocolate skin against mine does something to me, and you know it, sweetheart.”

I hate it when he calls me sweetheart. “You animal,” I hissed as I got out of his grasp. I slammed the door behind me as Jimin laughed. I climbed the stairs and walked into the studio, where I found Namjoon on the couch, headphones on and eyes closed. I opened the take-out container and let the smell hit his nose. His eyes opened, and he looked at the food, then at me. 

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered, his deep voice sending me into a spiral. 

While he ate, I scrolled on my phone, pushing Jimin's comment far into the dark recesses of my brain. While looking at the cityscape pictures I posted to my social media pages, Namjoon placed his headphones on my head. He played the rough cut of a new song the group was working on.

“I can’t figure out what’s missing,” Namjoon explained. “I don’t know if it needs a bridge, another verse, or a spot for a dance break.”

I nodded. I made mental notes while Namjoon paced back and forth, awaiting my thoughts. I looked up at him once I figured out what he was missing. “You’re missing Yoongi’s Midas touch,” I told him.

“He always knew where to put a groove,” Namjoon replied. “Too bad he’s back in Daegu helping his dad out.”

He sat on the couch next to me and engulfed me in his arms. The faint scent of his cologne and sweat started to drive me wild. I picked up the container of food and ate a forkful, giving some to Namjoon. He took the container from my hands and placed it on the table, turning his attention to me.

“The deadline is coming fast for this song, and I’m stuck. The idea I had in mind keeps bringing me back to the night we were hammered, and you fell for Jimin’s sleazy charm.”

I shuddered, remembering his sweaty palms on me. “Don’t remind me. Thinking about that gives me the ick. What are you trying to say to me?”

Namjoon sighed, and looked at the booth. Then, he looked at me with mischief in his eyes. “How would you like to be part of the song? I have an idea.”

With Namjoon, I’m always down for whatever shenanigans he has up his sleeve, even if they’re of a depraved nature. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

He gathered a bunch of pillows and blankets and arranged them on the floor of the booth. He motioned for me to come in, and put the headphones on me while he went out and sat at the soundboard. He played the track, and into the mic, he instructed, “Start humming. When I give you the signal, sing something. It doesn’t matter what it is.”

I nodded and began to hum. As I hummed, I closed my eyes and began thinking about the times Namjoon and I fooled around.  The first time we fucked, it was during the time he was thinking about disbanding the group and go solo. I’m glad he stayed the course, because he would’ve missed his chaotic ass brothers. I opened my eyes and saw a smile come across Namjoon’s face. He looked up and signaled for me to sing. I began singing “Anytime, Anyplace” by Janet Jackson and move my hips. As I sang, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. Assuming it was Namjoon, I leaned in. He pulled me closer until I was flush with his body. Without missing a beat, he placed a blindfold over my eyes. I felt his soft lips kiss my ear and made a trail going down to my collarbone. I inhale his scent again and move my hips a bit faster this time. 

Removing the headphones, Namjoon turned me around so that I was facing him, despite me not being able to see him. I felt his lips on mine, and the next thing I knew, our tongues were in an intimate fight. His hands went up my legs, until they reached the center of my already-soaked panties. He snaked a couple of fingers inside my panties, and found my throbbing clit. he made small circles around the sensitive spot, causing my legs to nearly buckle. 

Breaking the kiss, Namjoon slipped the straps of my dress down my arms, allowing me to shimmy out of the fabric, until I was left in my panties. The cold air from the air conditioner gave me goosebumps, or his touches did it to me, I don’t know. He then carefully laid me down on the pallet of blankets and pillows. He planted kisses on my feet, working his way up toward the junction between my legs, and tore my panties off. 

“Open your legs wide for me, baby,” he said in a low, husky tone. 

He placed a thumb on my  clit and began rubbing it in a fast motion, then slowing down as I whimpered. He inserted two fingers inside me, curling them to hit the spot that makes me squirt on occasion. I didn’t this time, and he took his fingers out of me and had me taste myself. He then tweaked my nipples until they were hard as rocks. My hands found their way to his shirt and I took it off him, knowing that his wel-defined torso was in front of me. I traced them out with my fingernails, gently scratching him as to not leave any marks until I reached the waistband of his pants. I undid his pants, freeing his dick. 

Propping myself up, I leaned forward and kissed the head of his dick before I inhaled it, giving it the love it deserves with my tongue. with one hand, I began touching myself, allowing my senses to take me to that place only Namjoon and I share in our intimate moments. Sensing he’s about to come, I took him out of my mouth, and squeezed the base. 

Namjoon pulled me up and pinned me facing the wall of the booth. spreading my legs wide, he thrusts himself hard inside me, making me yelp loud. Leaning so that his lips barely touched my ear, he growls, “You’re gonna have to be louder that that for the mic, sugar.”

“Take me now!” I yell.

Raising one leg up, Namjoon began his crusade of fulfilling his dark desire of conquering me. I reached down and rub my clit hard and fast, matching hin thrust for thrust. The only sounds in that booth were two bodies crashing into each other, and us grunting like animals. The heady smell of sex and sweat filled the tiny space as I feel an orgasm about to wash over me. 

“I’m about to come,” I shout in between pants.

That was the signal for Namjoon to grab a fistful of my braids and pound into me so we can come together. I came hard, finally squirting, with Namjoon emptying himself inside me. Still blindfolded, he turned me around to kiss me. He crouched down and placed one of my legs on his shoulder. “I’m hungry,” he said, catching his breath. 

I felt a pierced tongue enter the folds of my freshly-fucked pussy. “Oh, my God!” I yelp, realizing how sensitive I am and what he’s doing. He eats me out and I come fast in his mouth, grabbing a fistful of his hair to ride his tongue until I was satisfied. Putting my leg down, he gets off his knees, leans down and kisses me hard. I taste my own juices mixed in with his spunk as I return his kiss. I reached behind me to remove the blindfold, only to see it was Jimin in front of me, not Namjoon.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” Jimin greeted me, wearing a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Jimin, what the fuck?” I asked, and looked to see Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook sit there, laughing at me.

“Namjoon and I switched places the second he put the blindfold on you. I told you earlier your chocolate skin drives me wild, and he allowed me to get a taste,” Jimin explained.

I shot Namjoon a dirty look, as Taehyung and Jungkook couldn’t keep their laughter quiet. “You pimped me out to get me to fuck on the song?” I asked him. 

“I can finish the song, now. You and Jimin go have fun sober,” Namjoon announced, with tears rolling down his face from laughing. “Thanks, babe for helping me out.”

“Fuck this shit, I’m going home!” I snapped, pushing past Jimin and the guys, never to return to the studio again.

Chapter 2: The Move

[twistedpurplemeowmeow]

I wrote Backstreet Boys fanfiction back in the 90s. Back in the day, I read a lot of Danielle Steel and VC Andrews novels, which screwed with my notion of love (incest is NOT best). Now, I'm writing BTS fanfiction while reading a shit ton of smut. I've been a delusional mess.