Stolen Kisses || khj
"Balancing work and his personal life wasn't easy, but Hongjoong made do by stealing kisses from you when he could."
đ Pairing: boyfriend!idol!Hongjoong x Reader (cis f)
đ Rating/Genres/AUs: NC-17; 100% fluff; Idol au, established relationship
đ Warnings: They shower together but nothing sexual occurs, reader is referred to as girlfriend/girl, lots of kithes hehe, reader is a foreigner, usage of pet names (baby), a cringy nickname for Hongjoong lol (let me know if there's anything else!)
đ Word Count: 4.6k
đ Author's Note: I've had this sitting in my WIPs for months since July but I always got distracted while editing it. However, I finally sat down and looked it over thanks Syd if you see this lol. This is my first of many Hongjoong fics, which I'm excited about! This live got me feeling warm and bubbly, so I hope you all enjoy the fluff (:
Key: English | Korean
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A heavy sigh left your lips as you strolled through the narrow hotel corridor. It had been a long week dealing with picky clientsâeach wanting things created to the âTâ according to their visions. Some just didnât understand that no, you couldnât put white text on a pastel pink background as it would be difficult to read with the lack of contrast.
You shook your head, hoping to rid the memory of the clients from your brain. At least for now. You just wanted to snuggle against your boyfriend until the responsibility of both your schedules forced you apart. You had flown out after work one day to visit Hongjoong while he was on tour. While Hongjoong had his own schedule to attend to today, you decided to explore the city.
As you approached the room you shared with Hongjoong, you could hear a faint voice inside. You recalled he had texted you earlier to let you know he had planned to do a livestream with his fans tonight. They were usually scheduled beforehand so you didnât accidentally interrupt him or any of the other members. That must be what heâs doing now, you thought to yourself.
You kept that in mind as you carefully unlocked the door and pushed it open. You tried not to make a sound, so it wasnât heard in the stream.
Hongjoong and you were lucky to have your own room, but the fans may get suspicious if they heard the door opening if he were to be alone. Sure, they may think itâs one of the members or staff, but you knew Hongjoong didnât want to risk it. Understandably so because you felt the same.Â
The streams were normally conducted with a staff member in the room so they could monitor the member(s). Despite this, they made an exception tonight and monitored the stream in another room. If anything were to arise, they would contact Hongjoong via text.
Itâs no surprise your relationship with the famous idol was a secret. You didnât want to bring any drama to his career. You both figured if you were still together in the futureâhopefully, you would beâthen you may consider disclosing your relationship to the public. Though, that wasnât going to happen anytime soon.
Hongjoong quickly glanced up mid-sentence when he heard the soft click of the door opening. From where the entrance was located, you couldnât see each other. You made sure the door was locked before peeping your head around the corner to show yourself. You gave him a little wave in greeting as you took off your shoes.
When Hongjoong saw you, his lips instantly curled in a small smile. However, the smile was quickly directed to the camera to act like the grin was for his fansânot his girlfriend.
âYeah, itâs spicy,â Hongjoong said to the phone that was propped up as he sat back against his chair. He set his chopsticks to the side of his empty noodle bowl.
You soundlessly made your way further into the room and set down your purse before making your way to the closet.
âYeah, definitely spicy,â Hongjoong continued. He quickly licked the corner of his lips to rid any remnants of the spicy noodles he had just consumed. His eyes stole a glance upward to see you starting to remove your clothes.
Heâs seen your body multiple times throughout your two-year-long relationship. Seeing you change was normal for him now, yet, he could still feel his body tingle at the sight of your figure. Perhaps it was because he loved your body, but another part of him was just so enamored with the reminder that you were his. That this domestic life with you was something he could really have, even with his hectic schedule.
âI need some water. Just a moment,â Hongjoong quickly told his fans and left the chair.
You were finishing changing into more comfortable clothes when you felt warm hands grab your hips.
You snapped your head up in surprise to see Hongjoong behind you.
âHi, baby,â he whispered in your ear before pressing a soft kiss against your temple, trying to keep the sound inaudible to the stream. âIâll be done soon, okay?â
âItâs fine,â you reassured and turned in his grasp. You placed a gentle hand against his cheek as you pecked his lips, wishing you could indulge in his affection longer, but you knew his fans were waiting for him to return.
Reluctantly, he let you go and went to the mini fridge in the room. He retrieved drinks for both of you and handed you one.
âThanks,â you murmured and grabbed it. After giving you one last kiss, he went back to his chair.
It wasnât the first time you had been in the same room as him while he did a live stream. Although you had to stay silent during them, you got used to them over time and ended up doing your own activities.
You quietly broke the seal of the water bottle, sat on the bed, and took a sip. Your eyes wandered to your boyfriend in the corner of the room.
His two-toned hair was slicked back to expose his forehead. Some pieces fell into his eyes, but the look just made him more attractive. He donned a plaid button-down shirt that appeared a little too big, but you knew he didnât mind the oversized fit. Hongjoong has always been handsome, but today he just shone more than usual. You could probably sit there and admire him until the sun rose.
âAh, I brought soda, but I donât think I can drink this right now,â Hongjoong said after a while of reading the comments. âOne moment.â
Hongjoong took the chance to be near you again.
âWas that an excuse?â you giggled softly and peered up at him when he neared the bed.
He smiled and shook his head, leaning down to give you yet another kiss. He didnât care if he was being excessive with the kisses. He missed you too much to care. Plus, he would be unable to feel your lips due to his schedule, so he was being greedy while he could.
âNo,â he said after the short kiss. âBut I might as well steal a few kisses while I can, right?â
As if to be true to his word, he gave you another one.
You laughed quietly and grabbed his hand, shaking it gently to show your own affection. You would have done more, but you didnât have time.
Hongjoong understood and grabbed a juice from the fridge before going back to his chair. And no, he didnât forget to give you a kiss, but this time on the top of your head.
You sat for a few more minutes watching him interact with his fans. A small smile formed on your lips involuntarily. You couldnât help the way your heart swelled at how he composed himself.
âIâll work hard to prepare with confidence,â Hongjoong continued his talk.
Despite wanting to watch him, you tore your gaze from him and pulled out the book you brought with you. Though, it was hard to focus. You stared at the words on the pages, yet you werenât really reading. Your attention kept drifting off to the man in the corner of the room. His calming voice lured your attention to him.
Hongjoong was the third member you met of ATEEZ.
You were hired to contract for the company three years ago to help with graphics for their promotions. You ran into Yunho and Wooyoung on your first day. Ironically, you had met them down the block from the company building but didnât recognize them at the time. It was your first time going to the building and being a foreigner, so you had a little trouble with directions. You had enough knowledge of Korean to live by, but some words or phrases still had you puzzled. Nevertheless, you found the building with their help.
Two weeks later and you met Hongjoong during a briefing meeting. You didnât see him after a while and every meeting was nothing spectacular. What made the difference was that you and Hongjoong often got to the meetings early and made small talk. He didnât mind which language you decided to speak, as long as you were comfortable. He even encouraged you to speak English since it helped him learn and retain it better. Likewise, it helped when he spoke Korean to you constantly. You were learning from each other, and it was a lot more beneficial than learning from a textbook.
You both tried to keep things professional despite the growing feelings toward one another. For some time you sat at opposite ends of the table to increase the distanceâhoping the farther away you were, the more your feelings would disappear. However, it was to no avail. Like two teenagers in love, you both snuck off after meetings to exchange forbidden kisses in abandoned rooms.
You and Hongjoong knew your contract with KQ was coming to an end after the promotions, so you made a deal that you wouldnât continue whatever you two had any further until your contract ended. Although there wasnât a dating ban, you still wanted to remain professional. You were always told it wasnât good to be in a relationship with a coworkerâconflict of interests and such.
Once the contract was finished, Hongjoong asked you for a proper date.
It was easy to fall for Kim Hongjoong. He was hardworking, thoughtful, open-minded, and of course beyond attractive. You always felt happier around him and the feeling intensified when he became yours.
ââWill you go watch the Minions 2â?â Hongjoong read aloud the comment. He gave a small smile. âIâll try.â
A few more seconds passed as he read the comments.
âYep! So⊠âGo to sleep!â Noo!â Hongjoong paused with a chuckle but then relented. âOkay.â
You glanced up from your book at the sound, catching a glimpse of a smile on his lips. Your body was growing tired as the minutes passed, but you forced yourself to stay awake. You wanted to spend some time with Hongjoong before you went to sleep.
âI have to wash my face and body and hair and all that,â he continued and gestured to the parts he was listing.
You smiled hearing him speak in English. Even though he wasnât able to study lately, he still tried to have conversations with you in English to remember the words he did know. You knew he wanted to work diligently in any way he could.
âIâll get going now,â Hongjoong began to sign off, a hand waving to the camera. âHave a good day, and have a good night. Bye bye! Bye!â
Hongjoong fiddled with the phone for a second before quickly repeating a bye and turning off the live.
He waited a moment to be sure the live ended then got up and walked toward you.
âSorry,â he said as he sat next to you on the bed. He wrapped his arms around your body and hauled you into his lap.
âDonât apologize, Joongie,â you replied and snaked your arms around his shoulders. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck. His body was warm and he still smelled faintly of his cologne. âYou need to talk to Atiny. They love seeing you.â
Although you did want more time with him, you knew it was important for him to build that connection with his fans. He wanted to talk to them, too, just felt bad that he couldnât do bothâtalk to them and hang out with you. There werenât enough hours in the day.
âBut I love seeing you too,â Hongjoong whined softly and squeezed your body tighter.
You giggled and nodded, showing that you loved seeing him in return.
âYou look really handsome today,â you complimented and pulled away to look at him.
He grinned, teeth on display while his eyes stared at you fondly.
âThank you, baby,â he said and leaned forward. You met him halfway.
You smiled into the kiss, your heart still fluttering after years of constant smooches. You werenât sure if you would ever get over the way he made you feel.
Hongjoong massaged your sides as he deepened the kiss. His tongue found yours and you giggled lightly when you tasted the lingering spice from his noodles. At the sound, he squeezed your sides playfully. Your hands trailed up to his hair; your fingers tangled in his locks. Although they werenât as soft as usual due to the hairspray, you still liked the way it felt between your fingers.
When you were both out of breath, you pulled away. His eyes were shining under the lights.
Carefully, you leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the makeup remover wipes. You freed one from the package and slowly began to wipe the makeup off Hongjoongâs face.
Hongjoongâs lips twisted up in a small smile at the action. His eyes fluttered closed while he continued to trace random patterns on your sides.
None of you spoke a word, but that didnât matter. You just wanted to feel him against you. To be in his presence.
After you wiped away his eye makeup, he opened his eyes and slid his hands to your back.
Hongjoong lazily rubbed your lower back as he watched you. He started to hum a random tune while he did so. Your head was tilted as you concentrated on not being too rough on his skin.
âCome join me in the shower,â he spoke as you finished removing the last of the makeup.
You tossed the wipe in the trash and put the package back on the nightstand.
âBut Iâm too tired for sexy time,â you confessed with a small whine, already feeling your eyes getting heavy.
Hongjoong smiled at you chastely. âWe donât need to have sexy time. I just wanna spend more time with you.â
Your eyes squinted while you hummed in disbelief.
âCome on, pretty girl,â he begged, lower lip sticking out in a childish pout. âPlease?â
Your eyes remained on his face for a moment. His eyes were round as he silently pleaded for you to agree. âYouâre lucky youâre so cute,â you caved in.
Hongjoong grinned and patted your butt to indicate to move. You followed his silent order and climbed off his lap.
Hongjoong started to unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his honey skin a button at a time.
âYouâre staring,â he teased when he noticed your eyes glued to the way his fingers worked to unfasten the fabric.
âYes I am,â you boldly replied and flickered your gaze to his.
Hongjoongâs eyes widened slightly, and he ducked his head when he felt his cheeks redden. You supposed he wasnât expecting that response.
You laughed and raised his chin to see his face. âYouâre cute when youâre shy.â
âIâm not cute or shy,â he huffed and finished undoing his shirt. He stood in front of you, blue jeans on and shirt hanging open to show his defined torso. If he werenât being pouty, you wouldâve found him sexy in his fit. You just thought he was more adorable right now.
You placed your hands on his chest, and he shivered at your cool touch.
âYes you are, and I love you because of it,â you said and pressed your lips against his pouty ones.
During the kiss, you pushed his shirt off his shoulders. You helped him pull his arms out, clothed chest pressed against his.
Hongjoongâs hands trailed up your hips to your waist. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and gently peeled it from your body. Because you had dressed comfortably, you had opted out of wearing your bra.
âYouâre cold,â he said when he felt your chilled body against his warm one. âLetâs get you under warm water,â he instructed.
Hongjoong quickly removed his pants and took off his watch so he was only in his underwear. He grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom.
After adjusting the temperature, he pulled off his remaining clothing. You followed suit and wrapped your arms around your bodyâthe cool room causing goosebumps to form quickly.
Hongjoong stepped inside first to ensure the temperature was fine then held out a hand for you. You put your hand in his without hesitation.
A sigh left your lips when the hot water hit your body.
Hongjoong held you close to his figure to help warm you faster. You rested your head against his chest, letting the water fall over both your forms for a while.
âBetter?â Hongjoong asked while he rubbed your back.
You nodded.
âGood,â he said and reached for the shampoo. âHow was your day?â
You turned around when Hongjoong gestured for you and closed your eyes when you felt him put the liquid on your hair. He began to gently massage your scalp.
âJust some more annoying clients. They wanted a dark⊠Uh,â you paused when the word in Korean escaped you. Youâve heard it, even used it before, but for some reason, you couldnât remember at the moment. Hongjoong paused in his movements to give you more of his attention.
âGradient,â you said, glancing at your boyfriend over your shoulder.
His eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he tried to understand you. He didnât know that word in English.
âWhen the color fades from one color to another,â you tried to explain. You could see the imaginary cogs turning in his head, trying to guess the word you were attempting to describe.
âAhh!â he exclaimed when he recalled the word. âGradient.â
Of course.
âGradient,â you repeated sheepishly, though Hongjoong didnât mind that you had forgotten. He gave you a reassuring smile and grabbed the shower hose. He rinsed your hair, careful to ensure no soap got on your face.
You closed your eyes again and continued, âThey wanted a dark gradient with similar shade text. I tried to explain that it wouldn't look as nice but they insisted.â
Hongjoong listened carefully as he washed his own hair quickly. You felt bad that he helped you without you asking, so you stopped his movements and replaced his hands with yours.
âMaybe theyâll change their mind when they see it in its final version,â Hongjoong tried to comfort.
âI hope so,â you replied. You helped him rinse his hair then you each put in your own conditioner. âIf they donât, I donât want to put my name on the work.â
Hongjoong was used to you switching between languages. Although it took him a little longer to understand what you had said, he never complained as it always helped him with his own English.
âItâll just show how youâre able to adapt to others' requests,â he assured and reached for the soap bar. You let him glide the soap across your body, enjoying the feel of it and his fingertips against you.
Hongjoong hadnât been a fan of skin ship initially. During the first few kisses you had, his touches were light. You could barely feel him on your clothed waist. Even his kisses were gentle to the point you felt you were simply brushing lips rather than actually kissing. He gradually became accustomed to your touches, but he still limited a few of them because he wasnât used to such affectionate actions. Although he did receive love from his membersâwhether voluntarily or notâit felt different when the touches were from you.
Eventually, he was used to feeling your skin against his. Even started craving it so much that it was hard to even go to the bathroom without him clinging onto you like a koala. It was rather cute. Now, he only gets that way if he hasnât seen you in a long time. Though, you are never upset with it. You like needy Hongjoong.
âThatâs nice of you to say,â you replied and grabbed the bar.
âYouâre talented, baby,â Hongjoong said.
âThank you,â you murmured.
Hongjoong let out a small sigh at the feel of the soap rubbing against his skin. His head lolled back, and you took the time to admire his fit figure. His muscles were not as defined as some of his members, but they were still easily visible. Although you didnât care either way, you had to admit it was a nice plus.
âYou donât need to thank me,â Hongjoong answered softly after a few seconds. He tilted his head downward in time to see you rinsing the bar, a habit of yours, before setting it down.
He stepped under the water and let the soap run off his body.
âI have a lot to thank you for,â you said.
Hongjoong grabbed your hips and swung you around to be under the water. You laughed and wiped the water from your face, but it was useless as more water kept coming.
âLike what?â he whispered and captured your lips with his before you could answer. Water raced down both your faces, but neither of you minded. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he smiled into the kiss at the feel of your body flush against his.
You pulled away and adjusted your bodies so he was more under the water. You reached up to tilt his head back as you rinsed the conditioner from his hair. He closed his eyes and kept his hands on your waist.
âLike how thankful I am to be able to be the only one who gets to kiss you,â you answered belatedly.
âOr how thankful I am to have a boyfriend as amazing as you,â you paused when you noticed Hongjoongâs lips twitching upward. It was as if he was trying hard not to smile. Wanting to see his full grin, you continued.
âThank you for being so good to me⊠For making my heart do all sorts of cartwheels.â
âCartwheels?â he asked and opened his eyes as he moved from the water. He stared down at you confused, not understanding what you meant.
âCartwheels,â you explained. His mouth opened slightly in a silent âahâ as he understood, nodding slowly. However, his expression quickly turned bashful as he averted his eyes briefly. The words had finally sunk in and he felt his heart thud faster.
âY-you still donât need to thank me,â he mumbled and returned the favor of helping you rinse your hair.
âMaybe not,â you said even though you truly believed you did. Hongjoong was such a blessing in your life; you couldnât imagine being with anyone else. âBut I want to.â
Hongjoong bit his lip at your words. He could run in circles with you about this all night long. Instead, he shut the water off and went to grab a towel for you.
He enclosed the towel around your body before he quickly dried off his chest and hair with his own towel. He wrapped the material around his waist and secured it. As he did so, you dried off and fixed your towel around your body.
You both did your night-time routine hastily then climbed into bed together.
âI hope you have a better day at work tomorrow,â Hongjoong said once you were both settled under the covers. You were facing each other, legs tangled under the sheets. Hongjoong had a hand placed on your side, rubbing his thumb against your warm skin absentmindedly. He spoke slower than usual as he focused on using the correct words in the correct order; yet, you were patient as always. Switching languages wasnât easy and you admired that he still tried to use your native language even if he wasnât totally confident in speaking it.
âMe too,â you replied with a smile.
âSo, I have a question,â he said. You hummed to show your curiosity.
âWill you go watch the Minions 2 with me?â
You giggled. âOf course, my Minioong.â
Hongjoong sighed at the nickname, acting as if he disliked the pet name you had given him when you first learned about his love for Minions. Though, deep down you knew he liked it. Even if it was cringy and sounded a little funky, it came from you.
âIâm not going to share my popcorn with you now,â he huffed. Playfully, you stuck out a tongue at him. This earned a teasing poke from your boyfriend to which you whined in response.
âMy silly girl,â Hongjoong said fondly and moved his hand back to your waist.
The softness of the mattress and the comforting feel of his hand on your bare skin had your eyes drooping. You blinked rapidly when you caught yourself dozing off.
Hongjoong chuckled softly at you trying to fight off the sleep. He pulled your body against him so your head was tucked in his chest. He rubbed your back and closed his eyes, basking in the feel of you engulfed in his embrace.
âGet some sleep. Iâll see you in the morning,â he said and pressed a soothing kiss against your head.
âAre we still going to breakfast?â you wondered quietly, still not wanting to rest just yet.
Hongjoong hummed in affirmation. âYou still okay with the members joining us?â
âAs long as I get to sit next to you, yes,â you teased as you recalled the time Wooyoung rushed to occupy the only seat by Hongjoong. It forced you to sit away from him, which isnât a big deal in the grand scheme of things. However, your time with your boyfriend in person was limited, and you just wanted to cling to him until you couldnât anymore.
âIâll make sure of it. Youâre not leaving my side tomorrow,â he replied with a smile.
âOnly tomorrow?â you asked softly and peered up at him.
Hongjoong caught your gaze, carefully raising your face more so he could plant a chaste kiss on your lips. âForever, baby.â
âI donât want to leave tomorrow,â you confessed glumly. Your trip to see Hongjoong was ending soon. Once their concert ended tomorrow, he was taking you straight to the airport so you could catch your flight. Despite being sad you werenât able to spend your last few hours with him directly, you were still happy to see him on stageâdoing what he loved for the people he loved. He was meant to be a performer, and you loved seeing his passion shine brightly under the stage lights.
âI donât want you to either,â he sighed, tugging you against his body and resting his head against yours. ââm going to miss you too much.â
There was silence as your mind ran, sprinting from one sad thought to another. You wanted to stay with Hongjoong longer.
âDonât be sad, pretty girl,â Hongjoong mumbled. âItâll be okay.â
âI love you, Joongie,â you replied softly, eyes closing as you let Hongjoong hold you. He squeezed you tenderly before lifting one of your hands to plant a lazy kiss.
âI love you more,â he answered.
Knowing Hongjoong was too tired to argue with you, as he usually did when you said this, you answered, âI love you more.â
âJust this once,â he said with an airy chuckle. âNow, go to sleep, baby.â
ââkay,â you mumbled softly and closed your eyes, a triumphant smile on your face. You felt him adjust a little before settling down. He kept you close as you drifted off to sleep. Instead of dreading tomorrow, you focused on being with Hongjoong now.Â
It was difficult to be in a relationship with an idol. You knew it would be from the moment you fell for one, but actually living through it pained you more than you realized. However, feeling Hongjoongâs warm body flushed against yoursâhearing his heart beat steadily as sleep slowly consumed himâmade you remember why you risked it all. Why you overcame the lonely nights, the three-in-the-morning facetimes, and the virtual dates.Â
He was worth it all.
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small moments of comfort
bts x reader (oc)
genre: fluff
word count: 1.7K
a/n:Â Hi lovelies! I hope you all enjoy these little blurbs. These are just small glimpses of the the boys and reader/oc gaining comfort from each other in random situations. Thanks for reading! :))Â
⏠seokjin: Your legs are still a bit unstable and full of sleep as you make your way back into the bedroom with a glass of water. You pause at the doorway, leaning against it as you watch Seokjin, his face adorably pressed against the pillow, his plush lips smooshed into a cute pout. Stepping toward him, he stirs, his hands searching for your body that is not in bed with him. Itâs then that he lifts his head, his eyebrows pulling into a scowl, his eyelids forcing themselves open in search of you. Spotting you standing beside the bed, he grunts in disapproval. âJinnie,â you coo, trying to coax him awake. In defiance, he plops his head against the pillows once again. âLove, no,â he groans, his arms lazily reaching out for you again, in desire of finding you and pulling you back into the coziness of your bed. âCome on,â you giggle, setting the glass of water down on the bedside table. As if the sound of the glass touching the wooden tabletop is his cue, he suddenly uses all his energy to lunge forward, wrapping his arms around your thighs, and pulls you down onto the mattress with him. Tugging you against him, he tosses the blankets over your laughing form and slings his leg over your hips. âStay here with me,â he mumbles against the top of your head, the words followed by a sweet peck to your hair. âWhat about breakfast?â You question as your arm rests over his waist, already allowing your lingering tiredness and the warmth of his body lull you back to sleep. âWeâll have lunch.â
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what you wanted (m) | b.i
⏠Summary | You have no idea how you ended up here. It all started with an innocent date, which escalates into something more. Something that is not quite so innocent. But he gladly follows your lead, always ready to give you everything that he could offer, knowing thatâdeep downâthis is exactly what you wanted all along.
⏠Title | What You Wanted
⏠Pairing | Kim Hanbin (B.I.) x reader
⏠Genre | Smut, PWP(?), Virgin!reader, Boyfriend!Hanbin, First Time
⏠Word count | 10,060 words
⏠Ratings & Warning | 18+/Mature; a bit of a plot if you squint, explicit sexual scenes, including: soft dom Hanbin, shy reader, dirty talk, swearing, stripping, kissing (lots of them) and making out, dry humping, groping, grinding, manhandling (kind of lol), finger sucking, fingering (female recipient)/finger fucking, hand job, long foreplay, breast play, nipple play, biting, pinching, first time sex, praise/praise kink, protected sex, minor aftercare, post-coital cuddling
⏠Main Masterlist | Navigation Page | Mailbox
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prev:Â chapter 2: taking ass and kicking names
âchapter 3: last name
â pairing: demon! ot7 bts x rebel!poc OC named Afternoon
â genre/au: science fiction, dystopian au, thriller, smut, fluff, angst, enemieis to lovers, enemies to friends.
â chapter summary: afternoon tells her team the decision and most of them donât take too well to it.Â
â rating: 18+Â Â
â wc: 6k
âwarnings: misuse of authority, fighting, mention of testing, fighting, panic/anxiety attack
â authorâs note:  this fic relies heavily on comments and asks!  it also doesnât have a poll at the end. But what do yâall think Aliah did? also, im hoping to get another chapter out this month to make up for october and november. :D
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âchapter 2: taking ass and kicking namesÂ
â pairing: demon! ot7 bts x rebel!poc OC named Afternoon
â genre/au: science fiction, dystopian au, thriller, smut, fluff, angst, enemieis to lovers, enemies to friends.
â chapter summary: A little looksy loo at the Facility, a brief mention of afternoonâs past, and maybe some ass-kicking
â rating: 18+Â Â
âwc: 5.7k
âwarnings: mention of torture, mention of death, misuse of authority, sword-fighting, mention of bruising, please let me know if i missed something
â Â authorâs note:Â thank you to @hesperanthaâ for betaing for me. please. im going to hire you, you made this chapter so much better. Iâve seen a bunch of people do this but this fic relies heavily on comments and asks!Â
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dĂĄmelo dos, papi | 2seok (m)
pairing â papi!seokjin x reader x hoseok
summary â Seokjin always knows how to get you out of a bad mood. He brings out his secret weapon, Jung Hoseok.
genre â smut, pwp, mafia au i guess
rate â 21+
word count â 3.7k
warnings â explicit sexual content, alcohol intake, crime related conversations, threesome, nipple play, anal play, protected sex, double penetration, masturbation (f & m receiving), cunnilingus, voyerism, light choking, multiple orgasms
authorâs note â this has been a year in the works, so i'm glad it's finally out! big thanks to Isi @raplinesmoon for taking a look at my notes and outline many moons ago.
Dancing right below the glamorous chandelier, Seokjinâs black suit contrasted beautifully to my red dress. All guests had eyes on us as they sipped the finest Laurent-Perrier champagne and ate their Parma ham with truffled burrate. This night couldnât be on the top 10 worst nights of my life. Nonetheless, the preppy white-collar businessmen who chatted around us were always a reminder that this wasnât a leisure event.
Seokjin held me tighter to his chest as he swayed me around the dance floor. He already knew that I didnât like these events, and my deep sigh let him know I was reaching my limit.
âThis is boring,â I whispered to Jinâs ear. âCanât we leave?â
âYou know we canât, baby. Be a good girl so I can reward you later, eh? Keep in mind the little gift I gave you earlier.â
I knew it wasnât an empty promise, Jin never joked about pleasing me, especially when buttplugs were involved.Â
But it didnât really move my mood. This was probably one too many. One too many corrupt people to please, one to many dangerous tasks to complete. One too many risks to take. Waking up one day and not knowing if I would see Seokjin at night. Did it matter that the job paid ten times more than your average surgeon?
âI want you to stop pouting,â Seokjin said to my ear after a minute. âItâs adorable, but I know the reason why, and it breaks my heart.â
âArenât you a softie?â I retorted sarcastically.
âOnly for you,â he whispered before kissing my neck.Â
That thawed my heart. I may not like the reason why Iâm here, and I may not always understand why, but thatâs the man I fell in love with. With all his flaws. The song ended, and he hugged me tight before leading us to our table.Â
âI was going to start applauding, but I would be the only one doing it,â Hoseok started with a big grin, âYou two have a plan B if this laundering thing doesn't work out.â I snorted and Jin rolled his eyes.
âYou know what-â Seokjin started âNo, you wonât, Iâm not going to entertain this,â he gave me a look and got up âIâm going to the bar, can I bring you anything?â
âSurprise me,â I responded with a small smile. I watched as he walked away with stiff shoulders. I was still being an annoying pain in the ass, and I couldnât let my bad mood ruin hisâ even further, so it was time for a change in attitude.Â
âSo,â I said to Hoseok, âhowâs the left wing of Seokjinâs crew?â He wasn't paying attention to me, just mainly looking around the room, bobbing his head to classical music. But he turned to look at me.
âJust the same, you know how they are,â he shrugged. âCorey started chatting up the wrong police officer last week. I almost had a heart attack, and then Steve almost got into a fight with one of the Kobarivâs guysâŠâ he sighed and brushed his fingers across his forehead.Â
âSo youâre just running around putting out fires,â I chuckled and he joined.
âPretty much. I wish I had your team, though. Theyâre just always so preciseâŠâ I shrugged, very smugly.Â
âMaybe theyâre scared of pissing off Jinâs girlfriend,â I offered with a shameless smile.
âDo you think if I kissed him in front of everyone they would respect me more, too?â he asked teasingly.
âThatâs a weird way of saying you have a crush on me,â Seokjin said, sitting down and handing me a pink drink, he had his signature rye whiskey in hand. I laughed when Hoseok blew several kisses to Jin.Â
I reached closer and rested my head to his shoulder. I smiled as his fingers softly caressed my naked back, and his cheek rested on top of my head.
âArenât you two just the cutest butter commercial couple?â Hoseok teased, batting his eyelashes and we couldnât help but chuckle. âHey, look at that,â he pointed with his chin to the dance floor where a group of three men were dancing. I didnât know any of them. âTheyâre with that Snake guy I was telling you earlier.â
âWell, at least theyâre allies for now,â Jin said, no emotion in his voice. âWant to go back there and start some friendly competition?â he asked me and I shrugged.
âWhy not? I donât mind winning.â I smiled confidently.
We made it to the floor, and the live band at least had the decency to play something more upbeat. Neither of us cared if there were people watching us dance. Both of my hands were secured around his neck, and hisâ traveled freely between my hips and my back as we swayed. His lips also did a trip of their own, kissing my bare shoulder and neck whenever he could.Â
I let the music and Jin guide me, throwing my head back a couple of times, giving his lips full access. I closed my eyes and let my hips move to his command. My palms once rested on my neck, after pushing my hair off my face. Jin gently guided me around the room, before placing my hands to his neck and holding my exposed knee close to his thigh for a final dip.Â
When he placed me upright, I was a new person. I could almost feel the confidence taking over my veins, clouding my somber thoughts, leaving only lust behind. He held my chin up to hold my gaze. That wasnât necessary anymore, as I didnât intend to look at anything that wasnât Seokjin. He leaned in and our noses touched, I parted my lips in expectation, âYouâre intoxicating,â he whispered before he leaned deeper to kiss me.Â
I hugged him tighter against my body and felt him relax a little more. I was ready to deepen the kiss when we heard someone clearing their throat. âMind if I have one?â Hoseok asked, looking at me with a small smile.
I stared into his eyes for a second and was taken aback by his beauty. I never noticed him this way before. His hair was pushed back from his face, making me notice his perfect nose. His small smile made me notice the tiny freckle he had on his upper lip. Seokjin chuckled lightly by my side and kissed my forehead before releasing me. I blinked, coming back to the present.
I approached Hoseok, placing one hand on his shoulder as he took my other. The song was slower this time, and he guided me across the dancefloor. I giggled when he twist-turned me, before hugging me against his chest.
âI see youâre also a dancing expert,â I teased and he laughed too.
âI guess we have a future,â he joked. The sudden flip of my stomach surprised me. I knew he hadnât meant it like that. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. It didn't go unnoticed. âYes, get into it,â he whispered into my ear.
I tried to control my breathing, but it was hard as I could feel his thumb caressing my waist, and his palm resting on the bare skin of my back. My attempts were not successful, though.
âAre you okay?â He asked, concerned. I just nodded, taking a deep breath. He pulled back, probably to see me more clearly. His lips twitched, fighting a smile. âYou donât have to blush-â he started.
âIâm not blushing,â I interrupted him, a little too loudly. A few heads turned to our direction and I closed my eyes again. What's wrong with me?
âYou donât have to blush,â he continued, âI donât think Seokjin is that preoccupied with us,â he pointed to our table with his chin.
My eyes widened slightly as I gasped. I didnât even think of Jin. My heart sped up a little, and the damn butterflies were at it again, too. I turned my head to look at him. He was sipping his drink as he looked at us dancing. I was pretty sure he was smirking. I turned my attention back to the dance, shaking my head a little. It was probably the alcohol making me see things, feeling things where they shouldn't be felt.
âI know what will cheer you up,â Hoseok said, looking down at me. He twist-turned me again as the song morphed into a more upbeat tempo. He giggled at my surprised expression before pressing me against his chest again.
I wouldnât let embarrassment ruin this moment for me, I needed to get back to my good mood. Jin promised me a good time, and I deserved some fun. I squared my shoulders, holding his gaze as I lifted my chin up. âThatâs my girl,â he smirked, and the butterflies were set loose again.
I was just going to let loose. If the pathway to fun was to feel things I shouldn't, then so be it. I focused on enjoying the dance with Hoseok. I could hear his breathing, his body close enough to mine that his lips were right above my ear. My hand traveled from his shoulder to his hair, pressing our bodies closer together.
His hands were all over me as he led me on the dancefloor, I could feel his fingertips through the fabric of my dress. Even more tempting when they grazed my spine, before his palm pressed firmly against my back. Every now and then he would bow his head so he could whisper directions to me, and I was almost purring.Â
He started humming the song, more to himself, and I couldn't help but smile a little. His eyes sparkled as he let loose, he was clearly in his element. He got more animated as the song progressed and he noticed my encouraging smile. Once the song ended, he curtsied and I laughed, slapping his shoulder. He laughed too and held my hand as we walked back to our table. Jin was waiting for us, a teasing smile on his lips.
âThat was nice, I'm feeling a little jealous,â he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
âWhat can we say, we have chemistry,â Hoseok shrugged. I grabbed Seokjinâs drink and took a sip, avoiding their eyes.
âI hate to be a killjoy, but I need to coordinate some things with you two.â
Strange is a word that could describe the journey from the hotel ballroom to a room Seokjin had just booked. I'm used to his compliments in front of our mutual friends, even in front of people neither of us knew, but somehow this was overboard. I was deep into shame, thinking about how could I be so horny for Hoseok, Seokjinâs best friend and right-hand in business, while dating Seokjin.Â
Walking into the elevator, I got to see Seokjin taking a look at me into the corner of his eye. I didn't know if my face showed my inner troubles, and to make matters worse, it looked like he was on a mission to make me feel even more guilty.
âI donât know if I told you this already,â he started, caressing my cheek as he got closer to me âBut red looks amazing on you. Wouldnât you agree, Hoseok?âÂ
âUm⊠S-SureâŠ?â Hoseok said, trying not to sound so confused. My brows furrowed as I looked at Seokjinâs smirk. He placed his hands on my hips and brought his lips to my jaw. From the corner of my eye, I could see Hoseok looking away.
âAlso, you donât look so bad yourself,â Seokjin turned, complimenting his friend, and Hoseok snorted.
âMan, you really need to get off that whiskeyâ his tone was playful, if a bit dismissive.
âIâm just saying, we're just very attractive people,â Seokjin shrugged, feigning innocence.
âJesus ChristâŠâ I whispered, rolling my eyes, making both of them laugh.
I thanked the change of subject as we reached our level and I walked out of the elevator. It was somehow harder than before. I felt a pull towards the two men walking behind me, wanting to be glued to both of them. The evidence was damning, but I wanted to believe the tension was just between me and Seokjin. Either way, I didnât look at either of them as I walked into the room.
âIâll be back in a second,â Seokjin said, leaving before he could enter the room, and closing the door behind him.
Needing some fresh air, I reached the balcony and looked at the city lights in front of me. But I couldnât concentrate on their beauty. Seokjin left the room and somehow the tension was still within me. I could feel Hoseokâs eyes on me, and I gripped the balcony bars, trying to ignore the goosebumps on my skin.
âHey,â I heard him say behind me. I didnât hear him approach. His fingers touched my spine again, and I shuddered in desire. âLetâs get inside. Youâre feeling cold,â he said in a worried voice. I just shook my head.
âIâm fine.â I heard a rustle of fabric, before feeling the warmth of his jacket. I took a deep breath, and his perfume invaded my head, clouding my thoughts. I looked up at him, and his eyes were weary.
âIf youâre feeling weirded out about what Seokjin was saying, we can talk it out. You know that, right?â I nodded again. He took my hand in his and pointed to the bedroom. My eyes widened and I swallowed. âItâs cold out here,â If he noticed my odd reaction, he decided to ignore it. He let go of my hand and walked inside. I followed him.
Seokjin was waiting for us there, sitting in the bed with a devious smile. He raised his eyebrows, clearly amused about something. âIs there something you guys want to tell me?â
âNo,â Hoseok and I answered at the same time.
âLook at you two blushing⊠What did I miss?â he joked. I wasnât blushing, at least it didnât feel like I was. But Hoseok was another story. He scratched the back of his neck while looking away. âItâs okay, you can tell me.â
âThereâs nothing to tell,â I said, taking Hoseokâs jacket off.
âOh, okayâ Jin started, âSo you mean youâre not hot for each other right now?â My eyes widened, and Hoseok started to laugh out of discomfort. âYou two looked really into it on that dance floor, and I could feel the tension from here while you two were on that balcony.âÂ
We looked at each other, quickly looking away. Jin chuckled lightly and came to stand behind me, turning my body so I was looking at Hoseok. âItâs okay to feel horny for him, my love,â he said smoothly, moving my hair to one side, and kissing my shoulder.Â
I couldnât take my eyes off of Hoseok. He was standing there with furrowed brows, but his stance was relaxed. He didnât want to look at anything else either. Seokjin lifted my chin and started kissing my neck. My breath caught, and my lids slid closed.
âDonât you want to kiss her neck, too?â Jin asked, his voice a little louder. âDonât you want to smell her perfume up close?
âDude, what are you talking about?â Hoseok asked, but his voice cracked.
âIâm talking about having some funâŠâ Seokjin answered, grabbing my wrist and sliding my hands down Hoseokâs arms. âGod knows you both need itâŠâ
âAnd this is your idea of fun?â Hoseok questioned. I knew that was directed at Seokjin, even if he didnât take his eyes off me.
âI promised you both a good time tonight, didnât I?â Seokjin whispered. He continued to kiss my neck and shoulder, and his hands were on my hips. I tried to move my hands, but I was too distracted by Hoseokâs beautiful lips. âJust think about it. Nothing needs to happen tonightâŠâ
I didnât know if it was Seokjinâs kisses or Hoseokâs beauty that did the trick. I just knew I was feeling my panties getting wetter. I really wanted to give into desire and feel Hoseokâs hands on me again, but what about Seokjin? What if heâd change his mind? In an attempt to break our eye contact, my eyes wandered the room. They settled on Hoseokâs pants, and I had to gasp at the large bulge. Â
My eyes darted up again, and I could see Hoseok was slightly embarrassed. That didn't stop him from licking his lips. Seokjinâs kisses were starting to make me dizzy with lust. I licked my lips and squeezed Hoseokâs arms in order to suppress a moan.
Very slowly, Hoseok started to guide my hands towards his chest and down his torso. I could see where this was going. He wanted to be all in. Then so was I.
He wasnât moving my hands fast enough, so I helped him reach his pants. He leaned in for a kiss, and it felt better than I expected. His lips moved against mine with certainty, with urgency. The taste of champagne on his tongue made me bolder. My hands stopped massaging his bulge. Just through his pants would not be enough.
He helped me unbuckle his belt, and in a flash, his pants were on his ankles. He was quick to lower his boxer too, and my hands massaged him freely. He hissed as my fingers caressed his tip. A whine escaped my mouth when Hoseokâs lips left mine. I didnât want him to leave. But I wouldnât be sad for too long, as his lips kissed the other side of my neck. Having them both like this was starting to get overwhelming.Â
I realized I needed to take it all in at all times, because before I could grasp Seokjinâs bulge against my ass, he ripped the thin straps of my dress. It fell to the floor, leaving me only in my lace panties. I didnât have time to feel embarrassed about Hoseok seeing my naked body. His hands went directly to my breasts as Seokjin massaged my butt cheeks.
Hoseokâs lips travel down my jaw, neck and then collarbone until they reach my nipples. His tongue swirled my nipple before sucking it. I hissed and my hand clenched on his dick when he bit it.
Seokjin didnât waste any time. He slid down my panties before pulling my hair with one hand. The other went to my core, and he massaged my clit as he kissed my bare shoulder. Seokjinâs masterful fingers worked me up until I could feel sweat droplets against my back. I didnât have the strength to jerk off Hoseok anymore, so I just lightly squeezed his base, letting mangled moans escape my lips.
Feeling my desperation, Hoseok placed my hands on his shirt. We stared at each other as his shirt revealed the unexpected abs he had. Absorbed in the moment, my fingers slowly stroked his chest and abdomen. His slim torso and toned arms complemented each other beautifully. I was amazed.Â
He took advantage of my surprised state and hugged me, kissing my lips passionately a second later.
âShould I get jealous now?â Seokjin snickered. I wouldâve turned around to respond if he werenât pushing us towards the king sized bed.
Hoseok placed me in bed, kneeling and aligning his face between my legs. His tongue went directly to my folds, tasting me completely. I moaned without reprieve as the tip of his tongue touched my clit. From the corner of my eye, I could see Seokjin, already fully naked, touching himself. I didnât have time to nurture any shame. Hoseokâs lips started sucking me, and I went into overdrive. My moans were uncontrollable, and they didnât stop until I felt the warm release of my climax.Â
âItâs my turn to make you cum,â Seokjin announced, with a sly smile to his face. He curled his index finger, and I couldnât help but smirk.
He put in the condom as I straddled his lap. He slipped inside easily. I hissed, feeling him fill me up. My palms rested on his chest and his hands grabbed my buttcheeks. Then my hips went to work, moving up and down his dick. Seokjin grunted with the sound of our bodies colliding. He was letting his guard down, ever so slightly. His eyes were closed shut, and his hands squeezed my ass even tighter. I increased the speed of my hips. I would finally have the upper hand.
âOh, shit!â Hoseok whispered. I was too concentrated to pay him any mind. But when his fingers traced the rim of the buttplug, I faltered. I hissed when he tugged it, trying to remove it. He was successful and quickly inserted his fingers inside. He moved them in and out quickly enough to make me cum a second time.
âFuck!â I shouted, as shock and pleasure moved through my body. My walls clenched around Seokjinâs cock, and he hissed.
âYes, you like feeling like this, donât you?â Seokjin asked, âSo overwhelmed with pleasure that you canât even speakâŠâ
I wasnât hearing a thing anymore. Hoseok kissed my shoulder, and I grabbed his hair to keep him in place. His fingers left me, and not long after I could hear the tear of the condom package. He inserted his dick slowly at first, but sped up when I moved my hips to meet him.
âShit,â I whispered. Seokjinâs hand cupped my throat and my moans started to get incoherent again.
I moved my hips to reignite the friction, seeking more pleasure than I could handle. They didnât have mercy on me. They moved their hips in synchronicity, and the feeling was too good. They've definitely done this together before.
Tears rolled down my cheeks and I tried to cry out their names, but all it came out was a jumbled mess. My mind went blank when I reached my third orgasm of the night. It didnât take long for them to be finished too.
I fell limp onto Seokjinâs arms. With my head on his chest, I could hear his heart pounding after the marathon we just finished. Hoseok made himself comfortable beside us. It wouldnât take long for him to fall asleep.
âI told you it was a good ideaâŠâ Seokjin whispered in my ear. I promised myself I would agree with him when I had the energy to open my eyes.
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âchapter 2: taking ass and kicking namesÂ
â pairing: demon! ot7 bts x rebel!poc OC named Afternoon
â genre/au: science fiction, dystopian au, thriller, smut, fluff, angst, enemieis to lovers, enemies to friends.
â chapter summary: A little looksy loo at the Facility, a brief mention of afternoonâs past, and maybe some ass-kicking
â rating: 18+Â Â
âwc: 5.7k
âwarnings: mention of torture, mention of death, misuse of authority, sword-fighting, mention of bruising, please let me know if i missed something
â Â authorâs note:Â thank you to @hesperanthaâ for betaing for me. please. im going to hire you, you made this chapter so much better. Iâve seen a bunch of people do this but this fic relies heavily on comments and asks!Â
if you would like to be tagged for this fic, please send an ask or comment below! Or you know, dig a tunnel into my home.Â
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Moaning On Stream
Pairing:Â Gamer!Seokjin x reader
Genre: smut, humor, a literal dash of fluff
AU:Â Established Relationship.Â
Wordcount: 2,330
Summary: You just want to sleep in a little bit longer, but your boyfriend has decided to play a frustratingly difficult game on stream. However, his frustration sounds a lot similar to something elseâŠÂ
Warnings: Language. Oral (M receiving). Is gagging a warning? Allusions to oral (f. receiving) and other sexual acts.
Rating: M / 18+
AN: We all saw it. We all heard it. Why Jin decided to play a frustratingly difficult game on vlive while giving us a very good idea of how he sounds in bed is beyond me. But I am forever thankful for him doing it. Thank you to the beautiful @btsgotjams27â for beta-reading my quick moment of weakness. Sorry for the horrific last minute header. Just needed to include that face.
and as usual, please leave feedback. Either with a reblog or send me an ask. Itâs greatly appreciated. đ
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You just want to sleep in a little bit longer. You had a long day yesterday, a great day actually, but a long day nonetheless. And all you want to do is sleep past nine in the morning, lounge around a bit with your boyfriend, and maybe have brunch later. After that, you can be a grown-up and focus on your responsibilities.Â
But itâs eight am and youâre abruptly woken up by obnoxious screaming coming from the room over. You throw one of the firmer pillows at it, hoping your boyfriend would hear the light thump and take it as a warning. But the pillow barely hits. You roll onto your stomach, shoving your pillow over your head, and let your anger out into the mattress.Â
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Doom Boy (KNJ x F!Reader)
pairing: Namjoon x reader (also featuring hyung line)
genres/au/rating: angst, smut, some fluff, mafia au, 18+
summary: Namjoon was a doom boy - heâd spent his entire life running from the ghosts of his past, keeping you and your son safe from the monsters that lurked on the city streets. He should have known that one day theyâd catch up to him.
warnings: the mafia, attempted attack, drinking, mentions injury, mentions of past ab*se, brief mention of illicit subtances and money laundering, minor character deaths, choking, a great escape, Namjoon being an art hoe, smut warnings: sexting, dirty talk, brief daddy kink moment, explicit sexual content, soft dom!Namjoon, oral (f receiving), riding (itâs Namjoon duh), wrap it before you tap it pls
word count: 14.2k
a/n: happy Joon day (i hope i make the deadline) oh gosh, I donât even know what this is like this was just supposed be some angsty yearning but it turned into this whole story bc Namjoon is the loml. i highkey think this is a huge mess and like cried outlining it bc i was feeling so many emotions, but itâs the first piece of writing in a month that i havenât trashed completely (rip Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jungkook fics that shall never see the light of day). i really, really hope you like it! pls also excuse any grammar errors, iâll go back and fix them soon!
Thank you to Ryen @kithtaehyung for the gorgeous banner!!
By all accounts, it was a typical Friday. The sun blazed down on the pavement, rivulets of sweat making their way down Namjoonâs back on his commute home from the office. Shuddering, he loosens his tie, eager to let the shackles of his mundane office job fall away from his being. Combing a hand through the strands of his hair, he thinks that maybe he should get a haircut next week, but ultimately decides against it when he imagines your face in his mind, lips pursed in a pout and eyes shimmering with the glimmer of unshed tears.
I love your hair like this, he can hear you whisper breathlessly, his mind flitting back to the memory of your fingers tugging at the strands nearly a month ago, daring him to pull you into another kiss after what had already been an endless night tangled up in the sheets, making the most of the precious time Hyun had at his jobumoâs house. Heâd never been able to deny you a single thing, not since the moment your hand had shyly slipped into his on the walk back from your college library, the comfortable silence between you two soon blossoming into a life heâd never dared to dream of for himself.
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Discord Discourse (knj)
summary- Kim Namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server⊠dedicated to him. With new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?
word count- 2.8k
pairing- idol!Namjoon x fanfic writer!Reader
rating- PG15
genre- internet relationships, s2(maybe)lovers, angst, fluff, slightly smutty
warnings- pretty angsty, a little sexting but not actual sexting, superficial conversations portrayed as deep (lol im sorry I didnât want to make this too long), infatuation, open ending, talks of a daddy kink
a.n.- this was not supposed to Joonâs bday drabble but it somehow ended up so lol. this is for all my fic writers out there. please donât hate me for what the reader did⊠there may or may not be another part in the works oops lol
Thanks to the beautiful @raplinesmoonâ for helping me brainstorm, beta and fix the ending!!
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! đ
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Kim Namjoon had a bad habit.
It wasnât like watching too much porn, although it was somewhat like that. It wasnât googling himself to read comments on his videos, although it was somewhat like that. It wasnât talking to his fans incognito, although it was exactly like that.
Sitting in his room, in his boxers, he had all the lights off. His eyes were fixated on his screen, two fingers hovering over the touchpad of his laptop as he scrolled periodically. He pushed his glasses back, his face luminated by the blue light of his screen and swallowed, ignoring the way his stomach knotted and his face heated.
Kim Namjoon had a bad habit. And it all started when he joined a random discord server named after his studio. Of course he never revealed himself. To the unsuspecting largely female members, he was John, an autocorrect happenstance that granted him his anonymity. Not that anyone would believe he was him anyway. Not in these circles.
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cruel
đ„ genre: smut, angst, e2l, supernatural
đ„ pairing:Â demon!jackson wang x demon!(f) poc reader
đ„ rating:Â 18+
đ„ warning(s):Â swearing, fire, exhibitionism, teasing, light choking, kissing, multiple positions, powers, demons
đ„ word count: 851
đ„ credits:Â a HUGE HUGE thank you to @playmetheclassics and @sugakookitty thank you both for looking this over for me cause I was freaking out.
resources for banner found here ~ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
đ„ a/n: @agustdefâ niah, aka my younger sibling, iâm wishing you the happiest of birthdays!!! i hope you enjoy this fic!! iâm not gonna get sappy cause we donât do that over here lol.
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put it on me (m) | p.jm. | one-shot
When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasnât gonna be a solo shoot. Itâs unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jiminâs steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which youâd like him to shut you up.
pairing: jimin x reader
rating: m (18+)
genre: smut | humor | pwp | a-list model!jimin | freelance model!reader
warnings: swearing + lustful musings + explicit daydreams + reader is boobacious + reader is also a horny bitch + explicit sexual situations (dom!jimin, sub!reader, body worship, sweat kink, dirty talk, degradation, strength kink, praise kink, oral (m&f), throat fucking, vaginal fingering, clit biting, semi-public sex, hints of exhibitionism, humiliation, begging, rough sex, penetrative sex, cum play, breast play, jimin loves her tiddies and she loves his tiddies, Big Dick Jiminâą bec heâs literally canon, orgasm denial, overstimulation, restraints, biting, marking, a lot of licking ugh) + i am slightly ashamed of myself for going so feral, but very very slightly :|
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note: hi, guys. welcome to filth on crack. no fr, if i were to put smack (smutty crack) in a dictionary, i would define it with this fic. idk what chemical exploded in my head. but i am very sorry for what youâre about to witness. believe it or not, this didn't happen solely due to the pictures, tho. @missgeniality bullied me into writing this, sending me pictures and filthy scenarios, to the point where i cried and sat down to do this. any yells and/or notes of gratitude to be sent to her, please. oh and @jeonjcngkook shall also shoulder partial blame for spamming me with different zoomed in angles and versions of the pictures without break. smh. ily both <3
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âI wasnât told there was a⊠male model in attendance as well?â
The Director rolls his eyes at your words â rolls his fucking eyes as if him turning your solo shoot into a couple one should not make you ask questions. You never shouldâve let Hoseokâs meddlesome ass rope you into this. You donât have an agency for a reason, you need to stop letting your model friends affect the projects you sign. What's the point of managing your contracts yourself if youâre gonna be an idiot about them? Ugh.Â
All this heavy, clunky jewelry on your nearly naked bodyâwell, you have a white, crochet bikini on, but it feels close to nothing due its plunging v-neck and the tie-up thongâand now you wonât even be the center of all attention.
What is the fucking point?
âItâs a last minute addition because the company thinks this chain will look better on a male torso.â The Director flashes all his teeth at you, but you fail to make out any humor in this situation. âBesides, the male model is kind of an A-lister.â
Wow, even better. They signed freaking Sean OâPry or the likes and now youâre gonna be used as a prop, probably made to lay over the dudeâs body like a snake or something while you awkwardly make bedroom eyes at him and he looks off to the side and awkwardly avoids touching you inappropriately. Great. Just great. You swear the moment you talk to Hoseok again, you willâ
Hold on a fucking minute.
Who the hell is that?
Your jaw slowly unhinges, falling wide and wider as a guy steps into your view, talking to the annoying Director you were contemplating punches a few minutes back.Â
Oh, heâs not a guy, for fuckâs sake. This is Park Jimin â face of more brands than you can count on both your hands. With a jawline sharper than a knife, pouty lips, half-lidded eyes and a solidly built body that he must be living in the gym to maintain, he is the most sought after model of today. If a brand needs some delicious display of naked male chest or abs or thighs? Park Jiminâs their guy. No, for real, man takes off his shirt at the drop of a hat. Pants too, for that matter.
Not that youâre complaining, though, no, far from it. He looks like a whole snack in that floral printed jacket that heâs got on without anything underneath. His abs are so defined, you can literally count all six of them across the twenty feetâs distance between you two, and his dusky pectoral muscles bulge tantalizingly.Â
Wow.
A five-course meal is shooting this commercial with you.
Now you want to be used as a prop and lay across his body like a snake and make bedroom eyes at him and, fuck, you hope he touches you inappropriately. Which you probably wonât have to hope too hard for, given how heâs always in the news for sleeping with everyone he works with. Damn, you need to send Hoseok a gift basket after this.Â
Fuck, heâs looking your way.
Short, slicked back hair bares the entirety of his forehead for your viewing pleasure, and the strong line of his brows immediately has your breath hitching. He isnât just beautiful or sexy, Park Jimin is handsome. And ripped. Fuck, heâs really bulging with muscles with every step he takes; your strength kink is quaking. You are staring but your gaze is also jumping around his entire body because you really donât know where to look â thereâs so much to take in between the clenching planes of his abdomen, the heaving pair of his pectorals, the thick pads of his shoulders and those thighs that seem to want to tear through his pants.Â
There is jewelry on him, identical to yours with regards to its make. But contrary to the single thick chain thatâs adorning your cleavage, heâs got two shirter, choker-like necklaces as well, sitting prettily on his sharp collarbones. Heâs also wearing earrings, which you didnât have to because they were covering your ears with hair.
Youâre so lost in sharpening your focus, that you barely even realize he is nearing you. Plump lips thin out around a straight line of teeth and hooded eyes squint in humor.Â
His smirk is devastating. Youâre down bad, youâre down fucking bad.Â
How to ask him to fuck your throat without offending him? You donât really care because youâre about to be very crude about it. You might get thrown off the set and kicked out of the project, but youâre willing to risk it all by going tongue-emoji eggplant-emoji on him. Shit, is he emanating pheromones? Are yâall werewolves? What is going on, why do you keep getting this urge to climb him up and rub your body all over his? YouâŠare in love with this man. Thatâs the only logical explanation. Or maybe itâs your pussy thatâs in love with him, but because she pretty much represents you right now, it is nothing but undying love you feel flowing from you to him.
âHeyââ
âMy pussyâs in love with you.â
Jiminâs eyebrows lift up high and higher until they reach a point where theyâd be off his forehead if he was a cartoon character.Â
And you get it. That was too direct. And too soon. You couldâve at least waited for the dude to finish his damn greeting.Â
âUhâŠâ His eyelids flutter rapidly over rounded eyes, and fuck, how does he look adorable on top of being sex-on-legs? Quickly looking around the two of you, he sidles a few inches closer and lowers his stunned â and stunning â face to your eye-level. âCome again?â
Oh, you will. You surely will come again but you need to come for the first time before that. And you need to introduce yourself to him like a normal human before that.
âI mean, hello, Jimin. It is nice to meet you.â You try to put on a smile as you give him your name. Your eyes glide down his throat to land on his pecs again. A wistful sigh makes it past your lips. âYouâve got nice tiddies.â
And this is when Jimin finally snaps out of his reverie to cough out a bewildered laugh. Soon after, his face is morphing back into the panty-melting smirk you saw him wear earlier and heâs laughing with his whole body, allowing his shoulders to jump and head to shake.
His laughter is kinda cute.
You still wanna climb him, though.
âHello, sweetheart,â he finally says to you, his words more of a wondrous exhale than actual speech. âThank you for the compliment. Although theyâre more than just nice, wonât you say?â
Your back meeting a cold metal has you hissing, and you blink in surprise at the realization of how easily he walked you back towards his trailer without you realizing. His tiddies distracted you.
âTrue.â You nod, tilting your chin up to fight back a shiver when your bare back meets icy cold metal once again. âTheyâre sort of amazing.â
Jiminâs grin turns filthy, gaze wholly unabashed as it scans your own chest. You know your nipples are pebbled because you can feel goosebumps running across your entire body. He lifts a ringed hand and very carefully places the tip of his index finger in the hollow of your neck. Dark gaze catches yours again as the digit begins a fiery journey down your sternum, running past the chain resting there, and easily fitting between the tight cleavage of your half naked boobs.
A deep gasp leaves your chest, body arching to invite further invasion from him. And he complies, bringing his thumb up to softly rub it over the skin of your exposed boob, between the edge of the scrap of crochet thatâs holding it in place, and the metallic jewelry advertised over it.
"Yours, too," he mumbles suddenly, eyes glued to the tip of your breast protruding against the thick fabric of the bra.
For a second, you're lost. Because how are you supposed to keep track of your conversation when the entire set around you has faded away and all you can see, breathe and feel is Park Jimin?
But then it suddenly registers that you'd complimented hisâŠwell, tiddies, which means that he's now complimenting yours. Oh, wow. Is this supposed to flatter you? Turn you on? Or make you wanna laugh? Somehow, it's doing all three.
Coughing through a snort, you bite down on your bottom lip and shake your head. âJust amazing? I expected a higher praise.â
âOh yeah?â Jimin's gaze comes flying up to clash with yours, mirth swimming in his brown eyes. âBut I havenât seen them naked like you did mine. This is the best you get on these unfair grounds, baby.â
Fuck, fuck, you donât breathe for a whole lot of seconds after that.Â
Wide-eyed, you trace the way Jiminâs tongue peeks out of his mouth to scrape against his bottom lip. Itâs wet and soft and so red, you wanna taste it. Breathless and delirious, youâre tilting your head and inching towards him when â his other hand comes up to cup one of your tits, placed firmly against the globe in such a way that his thumb makes an easy swipe of your hard nipple.
âAh!â
His lips quirk up at your gasp and he erases a few more inches of distance between you two, this time nearly molding your soft curves against his solid planes.
âI would very much like to, though,â he murmurs so close to your lips, you can almost taste his breath. It is chocolate flavored. âIf youâd allow it?â
As if his smirk wasnât fucking distracting in itself, his thumbâs relentless back anf forth motions over your nipple is wiping all thoughts out of your head. Oh, God. This guy is sexually hypnotising you. Next thing anyone knows, youâll be on your knees, ready to suck him off in public.Â
InâŠpublic.
Public!
Snapping out of the daze Jimin put you in, you peek around his broad body. To your relief, everyone is still running around like headless chickens and no one is so much as looking in the direction of the two of you.
Still. You might be horny enough to let go of a shoot in favor of bomb sex with the sexiest guy youâve ever seen. But youâre not horny enough to be sex-taped by an entire studio full of people.
âNot here, of course,â he reassures you in the same low, husky voice heâs been using all this time.Â
Either he read the horror on your face, or he can read minds. Maybe youâre right about Jiminâs hypnotic abilities. Wow, is this why people keep falling into his bed left and right? Ooh, or maybe he just has a strong dick game. Well. You canât wait to find out.
âIâŠâ You clear your throat, suddenly a bit conscious about both his hands using your boobs as stress balls out in the open where anyone can see you. Youâre still destroying your bikini bottoms with warm arousal, but your brain is slowly catching up on how crazy your life will get if you made an accidental soft porn sex tape with Park Jimin in the middle of a shoot. âIâll meet youâŠhere? After the shoot?â
Jimin looks at you with amusement infused incredulity. âAfter theâŠâ He sighs, shaking his head with a fond smile. His hands come up to cup your cheeks. âSweetheart. Thereâs no afters in my life. Iâm offering you my dick now â as a one time offer. Itâs not a bookmark now and read later scheme, okay? So either you say yes, we slip into my trailer and I see how much your pussy actually loves me. Or you say no, we finish the shoot and forget this interaction ever happened.â He removes his hands from your face and crosses them across his beefy body, while one of his eyebrows shoots up in question. âWhich will it be?â
Your jaw is currently on the floor. This guy is dangerous. He literally propositions sex as if heâs making a business deal!Â
You want him.
Instead of saying it, you try to show it â grabbing the lapels of his jacket and allowing a smirk to curl upon your lips. âYes.â
His eyes sparkle with excitement and dark promises and teeth dig into his bottom lip. âJeremy!â he suddenly calls for your Director, and for a moment you fear he trapped you into a seductive conversation to have you kicked off set on grounds of sexual harrassment, until â he continues with a, âTake a break, my dude! Iâll be back in a while!â
Some shuffling, rustling and grumbling echoes around you. Jimin never breaks eye-contact even as he punches the code to unlock his trailer right next to your head. His gaze is so fucking intense, he makes you wetter just by looking at you.
âRâright, Mister Park! Do⊠do we arrange for⊠spares?â comes a scream back in your direction.
âYou know it, Jer.â Jimin grins and you frown in confusion.
âSpares?â
âOur outfits.â
Oh. Oh. Park Jimin really is an A-lister, huh?
You donât get to think much on it when he unlocks and pulls the door to his trailer open and guides you in, walking you backwards up the stairs while he locks you two in. A gust of air-conditioned air washes over you when you reach the floor, sending a shiver through your entire body. But because Jimin hasnât stopped walking, you move further until the backs of your legs knock against what feels like a chair. Knees buckling, you fall into a cushy chair and thickly swallow at the daunting sight of Jimin standing over you. Youâre almost at the level of his crotch. Perfect.
But before you can even get your hands to move from their clutching of the armrest, Jimin drops to his knees and lines his face up with your boobs. Oh. Yeah, this works too. This is what he was focussed on, anyways.
âMay I?â you teasingly question, looping a thumb beneath one of the straps at your shoulder.
Jimin looks at you in faux disappointment. âThat color looks amazing against your skin, sweetheart. Feels like a crime to take it off.â
You blink in confusion because, um. What else are you supposed to be doing, then?
The man before you answers your unasked question with his own hands, reaching towards the cups of your bikini top to pinch the edge of each between an index finger and thumb, and pulling the cloth away from your skin.Â
His eyes look into yours. âThis okay?â
Youâre about to splinter the wood of the fucking armrest with how much sexual tension has accumulated in your body because of his ass, and he has the audacity to still ask? Like. Heâs obviously asking for your consent and it is sexy as fuck. But itâs also inconvenient as fuck because he isnât hurrying up the way you need him to!
Nodding as quickly and rapidly as you can manage, you exhale a breathy âyesâ along with it, just in case heâs one of those guys who are anal about âverbal consent.â You quite possibly are an embarrassment to feminists and healthy sex advocates that keep preaching âcommunication during sex with your partnerâ and all that jazz, but â youâre a very basic bitch, right now. Tongue-emoji eggplant-emoji.Â
Whyâs he being so artistic about it?
âGood.â
And then finally, finally, the crochet is tugged away from your breasts and your twin globes spring free, literally tumbling into Jiminâs face as he eagerly leans closer. His nose presses against one of your hardened nipples, and you watch the brown in his irises bleed into black within a moment.Â
Both his palms nearly scramble to lift the weight of your tits in them, fingers squeezing into the soft flesh, the intensity of which increases the louder you moan. The pads of his thumbs flick at your nipples a couple of times, until your back arches and head is tossed back. That is when Jimin releases one of your boobs to cup the back of your neck and pull your gaze back to his. The tip of his thumb scrapes around your sensitive areola, all the while his fiery gaze stares into your soul.
And then, to run your sanity completely off the track, he lowers his face to the neglected mound and, slowly releasing the back of your neck, brings his other hand to cup the curve of your breast. His dark gaze never leaves yours when his lips make contact with your nipple, but yours leaves his when he envelops the nub into the warmth of his mouth as you clench your eyes shut and cry out.
âMm hm,â he hums around your flesh and runs his tongue across the hard peak as if heâs licking up ice-cream. âYou like it, baby?â
âLâlove it, JiminâŠâ
Humming again, he gets to work, sucking on your boob with all his might. His other hand resumes work at the same time, massaging the other tit while his thumb presses against the nipple and twirls it around in an agonizingly pleasurable motion. His teeth make no delays in joining in on the torture, brushing over your skin slowly, and then when Jimin opens his mouth wider to wrap his tongue around the entirety of your bud, they press into the flesh just above your areola.
âFuck fuuu~k!âÂ
You can barely formulate any coherent thought at this point, Jiminâs occasional grunts barely registering with you, especially after he changes sides and lets his tongue lap at the other nipple heâd been abusing with his thumb.
âJimâin,â you whine, twisting up in your place â whether to escape the torturous fire in the pit of your belly or to delve further in it? You have no fucking idea. âPlease⊠pleaseâŠâ
The guy responds by engulfing as much of your boob as he can in his mouth. You scream his name this time, and he responds with a deep grunt, placing both his hands on your waist as if to ground himself. Well, heâs grounding you too, because your head is among fucking clouds.
Sounds of wet, sloppy kisses fill the space around you, making it extremely difficult for you to open your eyes. But this is the opportunity of a lifetime, so you fight against the brain-melting pleasure to pry your eyelids apart â and take in the sight of Park Jimin's mouth working on your breast. His eyes are shut and brows are scrunched up in concentration. The graze of his plump, reddened lips against your skin is the most erotic sight you have ever seen in your entire life.
One of Jimin's hand journeys down past your hip to grip onto your thigh, while the other travels up to wrap around the back of your shoulder. He pulls his mouth off you with a wet plop, giving you barely any time to react to the shivers that his warm breath against your nipple sends through you, before he is smacking open mouthed kisses up your chest, tongue running over your collarbones, until he buries his face in your nape.
Your own hands shakily move from the chair's wood that you've definitely made a dent in, to brush through his hair and glide down his back. He still has his fucking jacket on, which annoys you but also makes you moan against his shoulder because he's gonna be coated in sweat and you'll get to lick it off his body.
"Hold on tight," Jimin suddenly mumbles into your neck.
And just as you've clutched one of your hands in his jacket and wrapped the other around his neck, one of his own folds a leg of yours around his waist and the other pushes against your back to heave you off of the chair. You're barely in the air for three seconds before he presses you against the wall of the trailer, fingers digging into your thigh and nails raking a path up to the ties of your bikini bottom. When he gets there, he slips past it to grab at your ass, though, not once detaching from where he's sucking at the skin of your neck.Â
"You're so fucking thick," he groans against you before pulling back to stare at you with lidded eyes. "And so fucking soft, baby."
To emphasize, his hand obscenely squeezes at your ass cheek. You jump a little, immediately whining when he chuckles at your reaction. Pulling him closer by the hand you still have around his neck, you press your crotch up against his and grind, making him hiss at the friction.
"And you're so fucking hard," you tell him in the same wonderstruck voice he used, "baby."
Not allowing him much time to react, you spin the two of you around so that heâs the one pressed up against the wall. He looks surprised but you donât miss the jump in his throat. And now. You lean away and admire Park Jimin in all his sweaty, sexy glory. Droplets run down the line of his slender throat, settling into the hollow above his collarbones. Some escape and hang on like precious gems from his nipples. Others, the quickest of all, race down the ridges of his tight abdomen.
It is your personal mission to collect every single one on your tongue.
Pressing your bare tits up against his damp chest and ignoring the cold from his jewelry, you fuse your lips to his neck, slowly running your tongue down the corded muscles there. Jiminâs hands hold your waist, fingers digging hard every time your teeth meet his skin, in time with the whiny breaths that escape his throat. You take your sweet time lapping up the salty liquid gathered around his collarbones, relishing the flavor of his skin at every inch you cover. The two chains that fall across his clavicle get in your way, and so you shift them away with your lips to press kisses to the skin beneath them quickly, before you move downwards.
Pushing the edges of his jacket away to shove it off of his body, you swipe your tongue across both his nipples, one by one, and then follow the rivulets of sweat down his abs. At one point, you seal your lips over tight muscle and suck like a starved bitch.
âFuck, baby, love thatâŠâ
Oh, does he? Youâre gonna bite your way through his abs.
Sitting on your haunches and eventually kneeling between his legs, the smoothest course of action to take from here is focusing on the straining length right in front of your face. One of his hands is braced on your shoulder, while the other rests softly atop your head.
You look up to find his lips parted and chest heaving. Delicious. And then you pull down his pants and then his boxers in quick succession. His dick is thick, long and leaking precum. Fucking delicious.
Wrapping your lips around the angry tip, you donât need any prompting from Jimin to swallow this gorgeous, curvy length. He meets the back of your throat with ease, massive fucker, and his fingers immediately clench in your hair.
âLike that â just like that!â
You suck on him like your life depends on it, working your mouth up and down his girth, tongue massaging the velvety skin. Jimin tries to help by guiding your head with a hand, but heâs mostly too busy groaning your name in the sexiest of tones youâve heard him use. The sounds have the pool of arousal in your panties growing at a continuous rate. Your hands take support from his sculpted thighs, and despite the entirety of your brain being driven to worship Jiminâs dick, the firmness of the muscle in his legs still manages to register with you.Â
Is this guy all muscle on bone? Given the amount of muscles you can see, heâs gotta be really fucking strong. Fuck, you just got wetter.
You go deeper, this time actually swallowing when his head is lodged in your throat, and Jimin breaks into curses.
âIâm gonnaâfuck, fuck, Iâm gonna fucking comeââ
You grant him the littlest of refuge by decreasing the depth of penetration, but your tongue still works on him tirelessly, until you feel the guy trembling against you. That is when you bring one of your hands up to cup his balls, softly massaging the tight sacs.Â
âAhhâI â fuck, fuck, fuck â bâbâbaby, pleaâah! IâmâIâm gonnaââ
Biting back whimpers of pleasure that rise up your throat at the desperate mess of broken moans escaping Jimin, you pull a little away and relax your throat to push him into the constricted depth again. And you move your head on him like a maniac, having him fuck your throat because you need it as much as he does. You need him to come like this â you need his thick release flooding your mouth, rolling down your throat. You need to fucking choke on his cum the way youâre choking on his cock. You need to swallow every single drop of it.
Another knead of his balls, and Jimin is hissing your name, his body stiffened but his cock pulsing. And one â two seconds later, spurts shoot out of his length, both his hands on your head to control the force of the jerks he makes against your face.Â
He doesnât know you donât fucking care that your nose is pressed against his pelvis because your throat is busy working the thick load of his release down its channel so that nothing leaks out of your mouth. Itâs a difficult feat to achieve given how much heâs spilled, but youâre euphoric cleaning it all up.
So euphoric, in fact, that you donât really notice when he pulls you up into a standing position and takes your lips in a messy kiss. Itâs only when Jimin tangles his tongue with yours with a groan that you realize the fact that the first time you kiss those dreamy lips is with his cum coating your tongue. But if he doesnât mind, neither do you.
But you do need to catch your breath, so youâre the first to pull away. Jimin looks at you with actual hearts in his eyes. You grin at him.
âBest suck of your life, or what?â
Rolling his eyes, he pushes you onto the bed right behind you. You fall back, spread eagle, and he climbs up your body like a predator. But his eyes hold a distinct look that you canât place. Is this afterglow? Or was this really the best suck of your life?
âDude.â You nudge him when heâs straddling your thighs and stroking your stomach with his tongue trapped between his teeth. âDonât fall in love with me.â
âToo late. My dickâs already in love with you.â
Warmth floods your cheeks, at both the compliment and the callback to the first ever sentence you said to him. It still holds true, though, so you donât protest, not even when he smirks at you.
Jimin then picks up the chain lying haphazardly across your breasts to press it against one of your nipples. And then wrap it around the nub. When you gasp in pleasure spiked pain, he pulls the jewelry away and gives the nipple a comforting suck. You hold onto his hair with a hand, the other reaching up to clutch the sheets. At the same time, he works on untying your bottoms.
The moment the crochet falls off, Jimin descends your body, pressing hot kisses down your stomach. And then heâs licking a stripe down your clean shaven mound, to slip across your clit.
âFuck! Jimin!â
âYouâre so fucking wet, what the fuckâŠâ He groans aloud, two fingers pulling your pussy lips apart. Your breath catches at the sight of him gazing so obscenely at your wet center. âSuch a tiny pussyâŠand itâs fucking coated with your slick, babyâŠâ
That is the last of his audible words before his lips latch on, tongue gliding past your entrance. Your back arches clean off the bed with that first stroke, rounded lips open on a silent scream.Â
âYou like that?â
âFucking love it, JiminâŠâ
Heâs chuckling against your thigh, nose nudging at the soft skin, before his mouth is back to your folds, pillowy lips making their way through the slick skin to press a suckling kiss to your clit.
âOh, right there!â
Jimin flicks his tongue against the nub at your gasp. âHere?â
And heâs totally messing with you now, because before you can respond, his tongue slips past your slit again, satiny soft warmth against your labia that turns into cold stiffness when itâs inside your heated channel. Then he quickly pulls out and plants a light, closed mouth kiss to the hole he just exited.
âOr here?âÂ
A gurgle rises up your chest at the tease, and unintelligible words tumble out of your mouth.
âAh, whatâs that, baby?â he breathes against your wetness, voice loaded with humor.
âEvery⊠everywhere,â you manage to heave out between your tumultuous breathing.
âFuck,â comes a hiss from him, and a hand tweaks one of your nipples while the other rearranges your body to push you further up on the bed.
Trembles run through your legs when Jiminâs hands brace against the underside of your thighs to push them apart. He delves in with teeth this time, nipping at your turgid bundle of nerves before he pushes his blunt front teeth up against its hood to allow his tongue complete, unobstructed access to wrap around your clit. And you sob, breathless and shaking, your mind a blank slate, at the precipice of exploding with blinding pleasure.
Jimin shifts his focus, then, running his teeth past your clit and making you shriek in surprised pleasure as if it's nothing, and pushes his tongue in you again. This time, he is rough and strong, plunging deep into your heat with that long tongue of his, and licking up your juices from inside of you. The motion sends your mind spiraling through a frenzy, which combined with the rhythmic bumping of his plump upper lip against your clit, has you at the brink of your release in no time.
Whimpering, you reach out to fist a hand in the tuft of his thick hair, and brace the other one on the forearm he has wrapped around your thigh. You blink down at him through crusty, wet eyelashes, moaning loudly at the lewd sight of his head pressed up between your legs. Alerted by your touch and sounds, his eyes flutter up, meeting yours across the span of your body, through the valley of your breasts. They house molten desire, thick and swirly, and all you can do is shudder uncontrollably when that gaze pushes you off the cliff.
âFâfâfuck, Iâm coming, Iâmâoh fuck!â
The walls of your pussy clamp down on his tongue, convulsing as they push out your juices all over his mouth, while your entire body breaks into gooseflesh, warm spasms wrecking you from head to toe under the weight of the climax that crashes into you.
Jimin licks you clean through it, and by the time youâve stopped shaking and can recollect your brain which feels as if it has been spilled all over the place, heâs kissing his way up your body. Tongue licking a line across your lower tummy, he sucks a bruise into your waist.
âJâJimin,â you call for him, weak and desperate, but with no idea about what you want from him.
He responds by biting into the flesh right beneath your belly-button. âI got you, babyâŠâ
Does he? He probably knows what you want.
Slowly crawling up to hover above you on his hands and knees, Jimin entire focus is on the chain that dangles from his neck and drags up your abdomen, the small cold spherical metallic pendant cutting a line of goosebumps across your sternum, to rest snugly in your collarbones. But Jimin isnât satisfied with that, so he moves himself a couple inches lower, rolling the metal ball down your body and running it up the slope of one of your breasts to rest it next to the bunched up bikini top he's got tucked beneath your boobs.
"Nah, this needs to go," he suddenly muses out loud, grabbing at the fabric along with your chain thatâs entwined with it, and pulling them above your boobs, prompting you to raise your arms as he rolls the material away from your head.
Just as the fabric and chain combination touches your wrists, though, he stops. Tilts his head to a side to observe it, squinting at your wrists with a dark gaze, and then he does something that tightens the cloth and metal over your wrists.Â
Oh. You're â oh. He's tied your hands together. They now rest against the wall above the pillow on his bed, and damn, it shouldn't be as arousing as it is. But the intensity of Jimin's stare when he scans your naked body from top to bottom has your breath catching and mouth drying up.
"Such a beautiful, beautiful body," he slowly whispers, his words condensing in the heated space between you two. One of his hands reaches up to paw at your boob, while the other grabs at the flesh on your hip. "So fucking responsive," he hisses when your nipple hardens within seconds, and swoops down to lick a wet strip across it.Â
You shiver, proving his words, and blink up at him in anticipation. You mustâve released nothing short of a lake of wetness on his covers at this point, and every little ministration from him is just turning it into a sea.
Removing the hand on your hip to relocate it between your legs, Jimin brushes his finger lightly through your swollen folds. His gaze stays steady on yours, while your eyes roll into the back of your head.
"Look at all these juices this sweet pussy keeps leaking," he sighs, bringing his hand up to show you his glistening digits that you are able to focus on with much difficulty. "Soaking my fingers when I haven't even entered you yet, baby?"
He pops them into his mouth, shutting his eyes to clean them up with a lewd slurp. Then his lids part again, heavier than before, and his fingers return to your center.
"This is the pussy that's in love with me, huh?"
Surprised at the question â more like shocked at the realization that he hasnât let go of this, yet â you gape at him cluelessly. That is all it takes for his hand to clench in a rough squeeze on your boob in punishment.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. You're going to die if this man doesnât fuck you soon.
"Yâyes, Jimin," you whimper.
"You were so ready to throw yourself at me outside, baby," he mocks you in a sweet voice, quite opposite to the rough thrust his fingers make inside of you at the same time. "My pretty little slut⊠Wouldâve let me fuck her out there if I wanted⊠Ready to let me strip and bend her over in public because she was dripping, huh? Such a pretty little slutâŠâ
His fingers smash against your g-spot at a bruising pace, cleansing your mind of all thoughts that donât comprise the pressure building your abdomen, Jiminâs dark eyes and his clenched jaw.Â
Tunnel visioned and unilateral minded, you do not catch the context of his next question at all: "Arenât you?"
Your body jumps with each rough push of his index and middle finger inside of you, and your brain refuses to cooperate.
Jiminâs hand on your boob jostles you, eyebrows furrowing as if in anger, but then he clarifies, "Tell me you're my pretty little slut.â
"IâIâIâm your⊠your lihâlittle sâsâsâslut!" you struggle to formulate, brainlessly parroting his words while your eyes seal shut and tears accumulate at the corners.
"Pretty!" he admonishes, reminding you of the word you missed by twisting your nipple.
You jump, whimpering in pain but moaning in pleasure because Jiminâs warm mouth is right there to lick the sting away from the sensitive bud. Roughly swallowing past your dry throat, you frown to focus on the instructions given to you, and try again.
"Pâpretty⊠pretty little sluâslut!"
"Whose pretty little slut?"
Oh that you do know. "Yours! Jimin's!"
"Look at you, fuck.â Jimin groans and you hear some rustling before heâs hovering over you, a hand braced next to your head, his bulging bicep next to your face and his lips skimming up your jaw. âDo you wanna come, baby?â
"Yes! Please, Jimin! Please make me come!âÂ
His nose nudges against yours before his tongue licks at your lower lip. âYou want it that bad? What will you do for it?â
You seriously do not have any braincells left to come up with crazy promises, so you settle on, âAnything!â
âOh? Is that so? Youâd do anything to come for me?"
And youâre just nodding, accepting his kisses despite the burn in your lungs, literally risking it all to just have this knot behind your belly-button explode into a mind-blowing release.
âShould I open the doors? Invite the entire set to watch what a filthy whore we have here, hm?â
You have never in your life considered yourself to be an exhibtionist in any capacity, and so his words make your eyes flutter open in confusion. But â what confuses you more, is the sudden clench your pussy gives at the prospect, making both yours and Jiminâs eyes widen. You tug at your restraints when he grins, shaking your head to clarify that youâre not actually a whore, this is probably just an ego thing because being pressed between Park Jimin and his bed is an honor.Â
But just then, he is pulling his fingers out of you with a loud squelch, leaving you shrieking, gasping, stunned â bereft. âJimin! WhatâI was so cloâmmph!â
His wet fingers shut you up, sliding through your lips to settle on your tongue. Then he raises an eyebrow. âWhores donât get to come, baby. Only good girls do.â
You try to speak with his fingers literally in your mouth and a garbled bunch of nothing comes out. Jimin chuckles.
âWhat? Youâre a good girl, now?â
You nod your head, wide-eyed and empty-lunged.Â
âOh, sweetheart.â He presses a messy kiss to the underside of your jaw, smiling so wide, his eyes squint up. âA good girl cleans up after her. You wanna be a good girl?â
Eyes rounded, you nod.
âLick my fingers clean.â
With a gusty inhale through your nose, you lick over and around his digits. Spit dribbles down the side of your mouth, but neither you nor Jimin care, your gazes trained on each other. His own mouth parts after a while, tongue resting at one corner as he slowly extracts his fingers.
Smacking your lips, you puff up your chest and flash him a smile. But the action presses your breasts up against his chest, and Jimin snaps. Shuffling around the drawer next to the bed for a foil packet, heâs quickly covering his stiff cock in rubber. Heâs so fucking hard again, youâre in love with his dick.
And then he has your thighs spread and fitted around his waist, while his strong hands press into your forearms to keep them in place above your head, and â fuck.Â
His necklace is dangling between the two of you.
Swinging daintily, seductively, from his body to yours, the pendant skims your heated, sweat soaked tits with its cold, smooth surface. And Jimin watches that movement in transfixation.
âJiminâŠâ
âHmm?â
âNeed you to fuck meâŠâ
His gaze slowly rises to yours, lips twisted and eyebrows lowered. âDo you, baby?â
âYes.â
âAre you a good girl now?â
You nod vigorously. âVery good girl, Jimin.â
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. âMm hm. Weâll see how good you actually are, sweetheartâŠâ Lining himself up with a hand, he begins to push inside of you. âTell me if it hurts.â
Catching the serious look on his face, you give a quick nod. Heâs an attentive lover itâs amazing of him to be so aware because heâs fucking huge down there. But. Right now, you think it will hurt more if he doesnât enter you.
Gradually inching in until his thick length is all the way, he moves one hand to hold onto your makeshift handcuff, while he braces the other on your ribcage, beneath your boob. After heâs made one â two â three experimentive, light thrusts, he picks up pace.
And then he fucking rocks your world, going hard as hell to pound against that one sensitive spot withing your channel that is normally elusive to your lovers, but this man apparently has a superpower oflocating with every appendage of his. Sweat builds, collects and then drips down his body, as it does yours, and the entirety of the trailer seems to shake a little â but the way Jiminâs necklace dangles between you two occupies all of your focus. You stare at the strangely seductive sight, mesmerized, until the pressure in your pelvis builds again and forces you to shut your eyes.
âAh, whatâs this?â Jimin pants into your ear, flicking his tongue over the earlobe. âAre you close already?â
That sounds like a trick question, but you canât really lie when he is literally inside of you and can feel your walls tightening. âYesâŠâ
âThat doesnât sound like a good girl to me, baby⊠Didnât you say you were a very good girl?â He clicks his tongue, brushing his lips over yours to breathe out, âYou gotta wait for me, sweetheart. Good girls wait.â
The promise of praise has your entire body locking in itself to contain the surges of pleasure from flowing to the last of your nerve endings, but it's hard. Because the way Jimin is leaning over your body makes his hips meet yours such that they press up against your clit with every stroke.Â
You give up and sob, bleary eyes opening to look at Jiminâs concentrated face. âIâm veryâah! Vâvery close, Jimin⊠Câcaâcanâtââ
âYou canât hold it?â he snarls, expressions morphing into one of determination. âWhores donât get to come, remember?â
And you predict it before he even makes the mov, so you dig your heels into the plump cushions of his ass and trousers, keeping him from pulling out with a whine. âNo~o! No, please, Iâll â Iâll hold it! Promise! Just â just donât fucking stop, Jimin!â
He nibbles on his bottom lip, forehead in a crease as he looks at you, movement slowed down but not stopped. âI really donât wanna stop, baby,â he tells you with a pout, grabbing your jaw with his fingers digging in on one side and thumb on the other. âSo you better not fucking come.â With furrowed brows, he lifts your hips off the bed and fucks you harder. âAh shit! Look at hpw good you take it, fuckâŠ.âÂ
He buries his face in your boobs, licking up and around the globes, while you clench your eyes as tightly shut as you can, gritting your teeth to stop the fire from spreading.Â
After one particularly hard thrust that seems to each your womb, youâre at the verge of breaking. You will either explode on an orgasm or fucking die of depravation. And so you shake your head, sobbing so hard, your tears jump up to Jiminâs neck.
âIâIâI canât, jimin, I really really reallyâplease let me câcâcâcome! Please please ple~ase, Jiminââ
âFuck, baby,â he moans agaonst your nipple, lifting his head to look at you through rounded eyes. âYouâre fucking killing me with that beggingâso fucking delectable!â
Youâre still blinking in bewilderment when he reaches up to pull your lips in a kiss. Teeth biting into your lip and tongue licking against yours, he pulls back within just seconds and tips his forehead against yours.
And then, in a soft whisper that feels more intimate and softer than anything youâve shared with him so far, Jimin tells you, âCome for me, baby.â
Your pussy gets the message before your ears do, and it clamps down hard on his dick â making Jimin gasp with his puffy lips perfectly rounded and wide eyes looking into yours. It loosens that grip just the next moment, though, delving into a series of convulsions that churn out Jiminâs impending orgasm out of him, too. Your eyes close at some point, too lost to the electricity flowing through your veins and the explosions happening in every corner of your head.
Catching your breath is a bigger feat to achieve than you thought, and opening your eyes is something you donât even wanna do.
But you do it when you feel Jiminâs hands untangling yours from the confines of crochet and metal. And itâs embarrassing how the sight of his naked chest, inches from you, sends a spasm through your body when youâve just had your world knocked off its axis by the force of the orgasm he just gave you.
âThere,â Jimin tells you in a rasp, sounding fully fucked out and just as delicious as before. âYour hands feel okay?â
You pull them down, wincing a bit at the tug in your elbow, but then nod. âTheyâre okay, thanks.â
Jimin sits back with a smirk, holding your bikini top in one hand and the jewelry you wore for the commercial in the other.
Oh, shit the commercial. You quickly sit up in horror, bracing a hand against your head when it spins. âJimin, the shoot! We ruined our outfits⊠and the productâŠâ
He offers you a bottle of water, chuckling. âWhich is nothing to worry about at all. These are just samples,â he mentions, raising the hand with your chain in it, âand I already told Jeremy to arrange for spare outfits.â
You take a few sips of water and look at Jimin in awe. Youâre very tempted to ask him how regularly he does this. âYou prepare for everything. Impressive.â
Tossing your clothes and jewelry aside, he runs a hand through his hair â a sinfully sexy gesture that makes you sigh â and wiggles his eyebrows at you. âAlmost everything. I never couldâve prepared for the sexiest woman Iâve ever laid eyes on telling me her pussy is in love with me.â
Hissing a breath out, you narrow your eyes and punch his firm bicep. Jimin just giggles and rolls away to the foot of the bed to duck. âYouâer the worst, you know!â
âAh ah â thatâs not what your pussy was saying a few minutes ago!â
Heâs standing up, now, correcting his pants, and you look around for something to cover yourself up. A purple hoodie lands next to you. You look at Jimin with your eyebrows raised an alarm.
âRelax, Iâm not tryna be couple-y.â He rolls his eyes. âWear this until they get you a change of clothes. You look like you came here in a cab and not a trailer?â
You nod, a little bashful and a lot grateful, but very careful about your boundaries.
âYou know for what itâs worth,â Jimin says when youâre done settling into the piece of clothing, âIâm in love with your pussy, too.â
Your affronted gasp echoes around the space, immediately followed by loud giggles that belong to Jimin. You toss a bottle at his head â but youâre laughing, too.
Damn, what a day.
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just like candy †knj | m.
ⶠđ đąđđđđđŠ:ă after having your valentineâs day plans ruined due to one of your husbandâs clientsâ recent sex tape leak, you decide to use your new lingerie to your advantage, hoping itâll grab namjoonâs attention, no matter how much you have to tease him for it. ămarried couple au. valentineâs au. domestic au.
â„ pairing: namjoon x reader
â„ genre: fluff â smut
â„ word count: 26.5k
ⶠđ€đđđđđđđ : hard daddy dom!namjoon, bratty sub!reader, big cock!namjoon, daddy kink, heavy BDSM themes, teasing, pseudo-blowjob, yn fr is a cock tease, stripping, exhibitionism, lingerie kink, pinning, hair pulling, manhandling, rough kissing, biting, namjoon is a MENACE,  scratching, spanking, thigh spanking, fingering, sexual disobedience, sexual punishment, sexual discipline, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, sadism/masochism, praise, ass biting, licking, crying, dacryphilia, begging, pain kink, sex toys/vibrators, bruising, finger sucking, cock worship, face slapping (with a cock), rough n sloppy blowjob, face fucking, deepthroating, choking/gagging on cock, verbal restraints, grinding, edging, orgasm denial, orgasm control, humiliation, pussy slapping, temperature play, ice play, food play, body worship, breast/nipple play, clit torture, clit biting, cunnilingus, food insertionâon god please donât do this irl, face riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, wet and messy sex, kitchen counter sex, unprotected sex, size kink, belly bulge, cockwarming, sexual objectification, rough sex, impregnation kink, forced orgasm, creampie, mentions/talk of pregnancy
â” đ/đ: đ those tags have me stressed but i am FINALLY done đ this fic is a whole year late but u know what, better late than never !!
†written for the bon appetit collab
â„ thank you to @hobeemin, @agustdealer, @playmetheclassics, @yeoldontknow and @amourtaeâ for beta reading this for me!
Itâs Valentineâs Day when you find yourself lounging on your bed. Your head hangs off of the side of the mattress, your body spread eagle as you simply stare out the large windows opposite you. Usually, you would spend your day nestled in the arms of your beloved spouse of three years, Kim Namjoon, doing whatever it is you felt like.
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BEEN THAT BITCH, STILL THAT BITCH!!!
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