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Forbidden Fruit

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Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Affair au/ Professor!Namjoon Student!Reader

Warning: oral (m&f receiving) fingering, ass slapping, kissing,

Word Count: 8,969

Description: Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that had all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you are far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best.

Today was Namjoon's first day as a professor at this University, starting a month into the school year. He was young - only 28 years old - and the other professors made sure he knew it. He was mistaken for a student upon his arrival - even when the dean had met him a month prior. But, he doesn't dwell on it. It's an honor to be young and have a job as a professor. He reaches his classroom - the large lecture halls that appeared familiar to him. It appeared the same from when he was in his own lecture hall back when he was in University. Students piled the seats, some chit-chatting upon his arrival.

The students eyed the man as he walked in, holding a brief case that he set down on the wooden desk. He clears his throat and nods at them, the conversation around them dying down. Namjoon turns to pick up the dry erase marker and write his name and the lesson plan on the board. They should've receieved their copy of the book he would be discussing today after all.

Namjoon feels the eyes on his back - as if they were attempting to make him burst into a million pieces on the spot. Nothing's changed since he sat in similar seats as them. But, Namjoon shakes his head and sighs. It's a typical life of a scholar, after all.

"Hello class." Namjoon greets just as he turns around. It was his last class and he was almost robotic - repeating the same dialogue time after time. His hands are covered in marker as he eyes the new faces of his class. He straightens his button up shirt. "Today we will be covering one of my favorite literature..." Namjoon's eyes focus on a set of eyes that bore back into him. He pauses at you - a little too long for his liking. You were seated right in front of him, eyes staring intently. He knew you - the familiar face he hasn't seen in years due to the difference in age.

Namjoon breaks eye contact, shuffling his notes in his hands and manages to not make a fool of himself and drop them all around like he did last period. He was trying to erase the indiscretion from his mind. You, for some reason looked at him with something entirely different.

"I slaved over this stove to make that food and you're only picking at it." Jungkook huffs, his eyes glaring at Namjoon from across the table.

Namjoon looks up at Jungkook and releases a low chuckle. "Sorry." he murmurs, putting the assignments aside and picking up his chopsticks.

Namjoon preferred not to take his work home with him - but he knew he would do nothing but stay at the University if he didn't. He was no longer a High School teacher, being a Professor required more work. And he was persistent in being the best he could be.

"When's Via coming home?" Jungkook asks after he slurps the ramen into his mouth hungrily. "Her food's going to get cold."

"Wouldn't be the first time." Namjook responds on que when the door opens and Via, dark curly hair tied into a low bun, enters. She's holding different folders into her arms as she enters. She enters the kitchen and gives a tired smile to both men, dropping the files onto the island table. "How was your day at work?" Namjoon asks her, eyes not glancing her way.

Via takes a hold of her plate that Jungkook made for her. She's slurping down the ramen as if she hasn't eaten in hours - she probably hasn't. Her job as an attorney was a demanding one, after all. "Same as always." she responds when she's done with her food. "I'll be using the guest bedroom tonight again. I was assigned another case." she laughs bitterly.

Jungkook furrows his brows at Namjoon who nods at Via. "You should relax more often. I can run you a bath?" he offers.

Via shakes her head. She grabs ahold of the mountain of files and makes her way down the hall to the guest bedroom. "I'll run a quick shower. Love you, Joonie. You, too, Kookie. Thanks for the food!"

Jungkook doesn't get to respond before he hears a door open and close. He turns towards Namjoon. He's eating his food normally. "You two don't sleep together?" he questions lowly. "Is that a normal occurence in this household?"

"She works all day, you know that." Namjoon shrugs. He pushes the bowl away from him and burps slowly. "We both bring work home with us. Never time to actually sleep regardless so we'll rather not disturb the other."

Jungkook scoffs but doesn't say anything. It was weird seeing a couple like Namjoon and Via - both once so loving towards the other act so distant when it comes to their jobs. But it wasn't Jungkook's place to question afterall, he wasn't apart of their relationship to see the in's and out's of it.

Jungkook washes the dishes thankfully and Namjoon takes a quick shower before he enters the bedroom to finish correcting the assignments. He comes across yours and something catches his eyes. It's numbers at the top of the paper - he realizes it's a phone number with a heart at the end of it.

Of course, as time went on, Namjoon knew there would be three types of students. There were good ones - yes, the ones like him in University that overachieve and strove to be excellent. There were the bad ones who didn't try the least bit and only seemed to be in University for the hell of it. Namjoon considered himself nice enough, but blunt. He was going to let whoever know about themselv when it came to his class.

Namjoon crosses his arms as the students pile into their desks. There was a seating chart in his class - simply because he knew they enjoyed familiarity. When the students arrived, he placed down their quizzes that they took not too long ago with their graded marks. He watches as some students chat, excited with their marks. Others, not so much. They groaned and sme beamed depending on their marks.

Namjoon could feel the glaring eyes on him - but he didn't care. He was their professor, not a friend. He couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself at the penetrating eyes from the failing students. It was still early on, however, and they could make up their marks whenever they desired to - as long as they tried.

You were the different type of student he spoke of. After being your professor for a few, he finally realized just who you were and why you appeared familiar to him. Min Yoongi, your brother, was a friend of his dating back to his senior year of High School. Yoongi was a few years older than himself, but the two of them clicked like fine wine. He remained close with Yoongi til this day - yet he couldn't put his finger on where he seen you before until he laid in his bed at night, thinking about it.

You were now entering your second year of University and admittedly, were nothing like your brother. Yoongi was laid back, he didn't like crowded spaces and often stayed to himself or a close knit friend group. You, however, were wild and crazy. Namjoon told himself that you were because you came from a strict household of two older brothers who didn't allow you to date in High School and a father who didn't play games when it came to either of his child - especially you. You were loud and energentic unlike your other two siblings.

When he witnesses you the next few weeks, he notices how you enjoy showing skin. Again, something you were permitted to do until you were of age. He could remember far back when you were a teenager and had to wear skirts no shorter than knee length and shirts that covered it all. Now, seeing you dress as if you were going to night clubs or bars - dark red leather that showed too much skin or short skirts that allows anyone to see the smoothness of your skin. Of course, the school wouldn't approve this - but there was only so much they would do to someone paying to attend.

Namjoon knows you still live with your parents - he knows your father would never allow you to dress this way. You must take off the clothes you leave out the house in as soon as you enter school grounds.

Namjoon pushes his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose when he hears footsteps coming closer to him. Class ended a little over 5 minutes ago and he was sure everyone should be out by now. He was grading papers when he lifts his eyes up to see you.

Bending over his desk.

Namjoon swallows a lump that was caught in his throat, his eyes staying on your breast for a second too long for his liking. "Yes...?" Namjoon murmurs when he reaches your eyes.

Namjoon sees a smirk form onto your lips - glossy lips that shined in the lights, he notes. "Namjoon-ssi." you say his name with a low moan and Namjoon is soon coughing. You stand straight and take a step back, tilting your head. "I'll see you later." you say, strolling out of his room with a sway of your hips, his eyes dipping down to the way you waltz out.

What was he doing entertaining thoughts such as this? You were nothing but a student and a close friends younger sibling - he couldn't think of you in such a manner. Especailly since he had his own fiance at home.

Namjoon had his suspicions of you. He didn't want to be called crazy but as a man, you know when someone - especially a woman - is pinning after you. This is what Namjoon suspects when it comes to you. He see's you in the parking lot of the school after hours. You aren't alone, however. You're seated on top of a red convertible, arms wrapped around the neck of an unknown student and the both of you are making out, tongue swirling inside the others mouth. His see's the man's hands upon your bare thighs - you wore shorts today - and inches closer to your waist.

"Y/N." Namjoon calls as he stands by his own car. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

At the call of your name, you disconnect yourself from the boy and look towards him. Your lipgloss is smeared and your eyes roll at him. "I didn't know you drive, Namjoon-ssi. I'm so accustomed to my brother driving you everywhere."

Namjoon frowns when he hears the unknown boy laughing. When he turns his head his eyes catch a glimpse. It's a student of his - one that is failing. Namjoon unlocks his car door and opens it. "You two wouldn't be failing my class if you were as interested in studying as you were showing public indecency."

As Namjoon drives home, he feels foolish. He always told himself that he could read people easily and solve their intentions. You were popular - people flocked to you easily and it appeared as though wherever you walked, people stood out the way. As he told himself, he was no fool when it came to a woman's advances. It was as if you were provoking him - being with another man as if taunting him. Why else would you be out in public and near his car out of all places?

So this is how Namjoon finds himself requesting to speak with you privately after class. It was the end of the day and very few Professors stayed behind as long as he did. He wasn't looking forward to confronting you. There was a possibility that what he was thinking of could be something else entirely. He didn't want to offend you in the slighest.

But, Namjoon had to. It was eating him alive and he needed to know what trick you were playing with him. Was this a form of entertaining for you? If so, he had to end this right now. He didn't want to play anything when it came to you - his student and friend's little sister.

"Y/N-ah." Namjoon nods as he shuts the door to his classroom. She was standing by the array of desks with her arms crossed. "Have a seat, please." Namjoon says. He goes towards his desk and sits down, expecting for her to sit in the desk in front of him so they can start their discussion.

But you don't. Of course you don't.

Namjoon yelps when he feels you are seated in his lap. You had walked around his desk without making much noise Your hands were touching the many papers on his desk boredly. "What did you want to talk about, Namjoon-ssi?" you question nonchalantly.

Namjoon grinds his teeth together. He could feel you move every so often in his lap as you look though his paperwork. "Are you going to talk, Namjoon-ssi? I don't have all day and I'm sure you don't either." you murmur to him, looking over your shoulder to release a giggle at his face. It was as though he was holding in a breath.

As you slowly - painfully slow, Namjoon notes - rock your hips, ass pressed against him, Namjoon tenses. "Get off of me right now." Namjoon hisses, his cheeks reddening. Because if he could feel it - so could you. His pants were tight, and his cock beneath his clothes pants was hardened.

"Why?" you frown, mouth forming a pout. "I'm just reorganizing your papers? Don't we need to talk, Namjoon-ssi?"

This was inappropriate in every way possible. He was an engaged man - having been since the age of 26. He loved his fiance and this was doing nothing but going against everything he believed in.

You were also a student of his. Though you were the legal age of consent, you were still his student. There was a power dynamic (even if you held all the power) and he would never take advantage of that.

And...you were Yoongi's sister.

"I'm going to keep organizing." you murmur, bucking your hips again. You take the stacks of paper and do as you said you would, your hips slowly circlingly on his waist. You take one of his pens - a royal blue one with the finest tip - and begin to write on a scrap paper.

Namjoon's hands unknowingly land onto your hips. His mind was clouded for a second, the sensation of you on his lap, ass pressed against his cock - something he hasn't felt in so long - was amazing.

Suddenly, Namjoon comes to his senses. "Get out." he snatches his hands away from you. His lifts himself from his chair and you fall against his desk slightly. "We have nothing left to speak of."

You click your tongue. You turn towards him and drop the pen against his desk. It rolls onto the ground, but neither of you go to grab it. You smile up at him sweetly. There was a height difference, but that doesn't stop you from kissing his exposed collarbone lightly. It was a feathery kiss - so soft that he thought he imagined it.

"Get out, Y/N." Namjoon repeats more stern. And you do. Namjoon waits for the classroom door to shut before he releases a sigh, hands running through his hair. He crashes against the chair and shakes his head.

His eyes catches the writing on the scrap paper, the familiar blue pen that now laid upon the floor.

'I want you' written onto it, a single heart at the end of it.

Namjoon manages to get through the sea of students strolling the halls. He wore a new suit that Via had bought for him. She had ironed it the night before, stating that he would look just handsome with it. However, even when Via was being a wife to him - surprisingly - he couldn't contain his...excitement? Anticipation? Maybe it was the challenge of facing you again like he had for months. Nothing far inappropriate, just his eyes lingering on yours like yours did to his. Or he would notice the way you would sit closer to the front now, your legs on display each time it was sunny out.

When Namjoon opens the door to his classroom after eating his lunch, he finds you inside. You're seated on top of his desk, beneath you were paperwork and upcoming assignments. Not like you cared - you never cared. "Took you long enough." you snicker, rolling your eyes as he closes the door. Your eyes are on his as he steps closer to you. "Do you have something to say?"

"I have a wife. Well fiance." Namjoon says, swallowing the lump in his throat. "And I love her."

Namjoon waits for your reaction. You eye him. Your eyes appear as daggers, but he cannot read your overall expression. Did you know of Via from Yoongi or was this new to you.

"And?" you giggle. You uncross your legs, the short skirt you wore rising up your thighs. Namjoon is directly in front of you, suit feeling tighter and tighter as the seconds roll on. The halls are quiet, even when the students were once occupying it prior to attending their lunch hours.

The classroom felt smaller - as if closing in on him. Your eyes were one of a huntress catching their prey. You had him where you wanted him, and Namjoon was unsure if he wanted to be anywhere else at the moment. "And?" you repeated. Namjoon comes closer now, gulping. "You still want me?"

Namjoon nods without realizing it, not until he feels your hands grip his suit jacket and pull him closer to you. "I want to hear you say it, Namjoon-ssi. Admit that you want me."

"I want you." Namjoon admits, his mind swirls from reality and all he can think of is you.

That was all you needed from him. Your lips crashed against his in a heated moment. Your hands don't unclench from his suit and Namjoon was sure that the once ironed suit would be wrinkled by the time he got home tonight.

You release a throaty moan when you feel Namjoon's tension release. He doesn't hesitate any longer and his hands roam your body freely. He hasn't felt a body in his hands in so long - Via was always too tired and busy to entertain him, and he didn't wish to bother her.

You catch Namjoon's lips between your teeth. They were so plump and full as you always imagined them to be in your childhood. You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him much closer to you than you ever imagined he would be.

"Y/N." Namjoon moans against your lips. It was his discernment speaking with him, telling him what he was doing was wrong. He gently pulls your hair to get you to stop kissing him - but it does nothing but make you want more. "Wait, Y/N." he says sternly.

"What?" you pout, annoyed. "Please...don't stop." you whispered an order at him, narrowing your eyes. You wanted him, and by his reaction, you knew he wanted you, as well.

Namjoon shoves you roughly. You're laying flat against his desk, the paperwork flying around. You wrap your legs tighter around him to make sure he doesn't unwrap himself from you.

"I have a secret to tell, Namjoon-ssi." you mumble, a curt smirk on your lips. "I'm not wearing any panties."

Namjoon gulps - throat dry. His eyes glance a peak between your skirt. He was close to seeing if it was true, every so slowly. All he had to do was bend down and see for himself. And he does, but before he could see for himself, his phone sounds. The alarm that tells him lunch time is over.

You drop your legs from his waist and lift yourself up with a huff. You push yourself away from him, fiing your disheveled hair and appearance.

Namjoon lets his grasp on your thighs go. His eyes watch you fix yourself up, legs crossed to hide the secret you told him. Then, you lift yourself up. Your eyes flutter up to his own and Namjoon releases a stressed sigh. "I can wait, Namjoon-ssi." you murmur, coming closer to him. "I've been waiting long enough, so don't make me wait too long."

Namjoon doesn't take his eyes from you. He can't, not even when you make your way out of his room and down the hall. He is released from his trance when he can no longer hear your footsteps.

Namjoon tries to search his mind for what he's doing, but he can't. This was now a full fledged affair that Namjoon knew, deep down, that it wasn't going to be over until the two of you got the release needed.

Namjoon places his shirt in the washer, his eyes glancing watching as the soap and water wash away the lip gloss on his shirt. He stares at the washing machine washing away his affair in self-loathing. He knows how it got there and understands that it would possibly happen again. It was as if his mind couldn't think straight when you were around him. One thing for certain, you left the heart-shaped lip gloss stain on his shirt on purpose.

"Joonie?" Via's voice calls for him as she enters their home. Namjoon furrows a brow, his concentration from his thoughts of you are left behind as he ehars her footsteps around the home.

Namjoon leaves the laundry room, giving his wife a dimpled smile. "You're home early." he notes, kissing her cheeks. She didn't have any files in her arms and appeared relaxed. It was a good look on her.

"Ah, yes. I'm nearly done with the case." she admits, eyes tired but gleaming with determination. "I thought we could have dinner together. We haven't in months."

Dinner felt whole again. Months it consisted of Jungkook coming over to keep him company during dinner while Via couldn't. When Jungkook couldn't, he would eat alone and leave a plate for Via when came home. There were a few times when she would come home with stacks of files and just eat quickly before retreating to the guest bedroom. now as Via and he sat and ate and converse, he realized that he missed his wife in more ways than one.

Now Via laid besides him asleep, a soft snore coming between her lips. Namjoon laid against the bedframe, the book opened in his hands. His desk lamp on his side of the bed was on but dim enough to not disturb Via. It felt foreign sharing their bed again, it's been months since they laid together. However, the words on the book appeared as gibberish. He couldn't concentrate what he was attempting to read.

His mind remained on you. And the release he felt as though he needed. His mind was in despair, attacking him as a man. His wife lay beside him and of course, his desires for forbidden fantasies are upon you. You were someone that appeared utterly forbidden as a young, university student - his student. His friend's younger sister - Yoongi and you weren't as close as him and his own sister, but there was still a level of respect. You were of age, but regardless, he was nearing 30 and engaged to marry while you were freshly new to college. His mind told him he was attempting to steal your youth.

But, what did you mean? You've been waiting for him? Your words sounded sincere enough - but how did you wait? Surely your young eyes weren't upon him as a child. That made Namjoon's heart flutter - in both excitement and disappointment. Because then that would mean that even as he came around you as a friend to Yoongi, that you eventually developed a crush that skyrocketed to lust - and could he take advantage of that?

Even so, this all was a game to you he was sure. You weren't dumb by any means, even when you chose to get what you want with your body instead of your brains. He doesn't judge you, however, you came from a strict household afterall. You seeking him out specifically had to be something deeper than just wanting to have relations with your professor - if that was the case you had 10 others around the University.

Namjoon shuts the book with a groan. Maybe it was far into this...affair? He should call it that since he has since far cheated on his fiance. He shoudln't be thinking of your motives now after he has already felt your lips upon his.

Namjoon lays beneath the covers, his back facing Via. He wasn't going to put the blame on you for being desirable. No, you were a woman growing into yourself and he was the older man that couldn't stop himself - so he says. He could stop what he was doing with you. He could tell you what you two were doing was inappropriate. Namjoon had the power to stop this.

But he didn't want to - and that's what frightened him.

Now here Namjoon sits in his last period class, discussing the Jungian archetypes - the same topic for months now. He leans against his desk as he listens to the students discussions. Even so, he could feel your eyes upon him. He felt like he was in High School again, avoiding the gazes of the girls he had crushes on in embarrassment. But, you weren't his crush - he was a grown man who didn't have crushes.

Yet and still, your eyes intimidated him. He didn't love you - and he knew you didn't love him. He only felt a sense of adventure when it came to you. The thrill of the risk - as horrible as it was. He had no future plans with you in general and you couldn't mean much to him besides being the sister of his friend and now, ironically, his student.

What if the two of you only kissed - would that be as bad as a full on affair?

You raise your hand to signal Namjoon's attention. He blinks at you and then nods his head. "What about the shadow archetype?" you question.

"We all have the shadow archetype." Namjoon answers. "It's compossed of our weaknesses and desires."

Namjoon swallows.

"I've been reading Jung's work, Namjoon-ssi," you say, turning the pages of your book. "and he says the shadow can appear in dreams or visions."

Namjoon nods. Maybe that's why his own dreams possessed you constantly - in all forms, more ways than one.

"Have you ever been visited by the shadow?" you ask him, your eyes dancing with amusement.

Namjoon doesn't answer, and thankfully time was up regardless. He coughs, turning around to the stacks of graded assignments. He calls for his students to come correct their assignments. He congratulates a few of them on their marks and suggests that the ones with low ones come to him if they have any questions. He grabs his brief case and is ready to flee the classroom just when you call his name. He turns to you, his eyes not reaching yours. "I have questions about my grade."

Namjoon furrows a brow. "You're passing my class." he retorts. "What questions would you have?"

"As a professor, you should be far more concerned for your students, Namjoon-ssi." you hiss. You're in front of him before he can blink, closing the door slowly.

Namjoon's lips turn to a straight line. He was ready to leave - something that was new to him because he never leaves when University is over. But he needed to avoid you entirely. "What do you want from me?" he murmurs in defeat. The question sounded weak, even coming from him. He gulps when he see's you inch closer to him. He tells himself that he has the power to stop this - all of this. But when he witnesses you stop directly in front of him and grab his tie - a girf from Via - and bring his lips to yours, he questions how he would do it.

Namjoon's lips dance with yours. His fingers dug into your hips but then he soon snatched them away. You disconnect your lips from his with a frown and a glare. "I'm not weak nor a child, Namjoon-ssi."

Before Namjoon knows it, you push him into the leather desk chair. Your hands are on his belt buckle, ripping it off in a matter of seconds. Namjoon's hands grip the arm of the chair. You were quick in taking his cock out in seconds. You're stroking him at a good pace - so good that Namjoon has to stop you. He places his large hands over your small ones.

"I'm not going to stop, Namjoon-ssi." you mumble, opening your mouth to send a kitten lip onto the tip of his cock. Namjoon's naiols dig into the chair. "Not unless you want me to."

Your lips wrapped around him, the sparkly lip gloss you wore painting his cock as you suck. Your eyes don't leave his, not even when Namjoon unknowingly thrusts into your mouth, moaning lowly. A groan leaves your throat and Namjoon thinks maybe he thrusts too hard and nearly chokes you. But when he see's the tears in the corner of your eyes and the pure lust in your eyes, he know's you enjoy it just as much as he does.

Namjoon grabs the back of your head and thrusts with no remorse. This was the release he needed that he hadn't had in months. Your mouth was wet and warm, inviting. He lets himself get loose, moaning a little louder with each buck of his hips. Soon he's shuddering, about to cum. You don't move, not even when he tries to tug you off of him. His cum shoots out of his tip and into your mouth.

You swallow it whole. When your lips remove themselves from his cock, there's a string of saliva connecting them together. You wipe your mouth, eyes on Namjoon. He's catching his breath, fluttering his eyes open when he senses you hovering above him. You give him a sweet smile that makes him return it. That was before you grab his hand and guide them beneath your skirt - something you wore often now - and he feels the fleshly, wet warmth of your clit.

Namjoon tells himself he should stop - he really should. But feeling how wet and inviting you were, mixed with the risk of doing anything in the classroom with an unlocked door. Namjoon was but a man, so he doesn't hesitate in putting you onto his desk, fingers playing with your clit while you moan. Your moans should have stopped him from continuing, but it eggs him on to continue. He enters two fingers inside of you, marvelling at how wet and tight you were.

Your legs widen on his desk, giving Namjoon a full view of how inviting you truly were. The slick dripped down onto his pumping fingers and it was hard to take his eyes away from the sight. All of this felt taboo - but he hadn't felt this muich excitement in years. It was really sad to say. He was still young - not as young as you maybe - and his life felt bland. He didn't sleep with his wife anymore - more ways than one. He couldn't remember the last time he did anything that made him feel spontaneous such as this - and that was terrible.

You're cumming, Namjoon notes. Your breathing hitches and your hips are buckling. The moans that releases from your lips are so heavenly that Namjoon doesn/t care that his fingers are soaked.

It takes you a few minutes to calm down, but when you do, you scoot yourself from the desk. Namjoon doesn't look at you - the awkwardness kicking in. He wipes his fingers with a few discarded napkins on his desk. You lift yourself from his desk and fix your skirt.

"Y/N," Namjoon calls, eyes looking your way now. "Don't-"

"I know, Namjoon-ssi." you giggle, waving at him. You open the door to his classroom and walk out. "I won't say a thing. It'll be our little secret."

Your footsteps down the hall makes his gut feeling intense. He wasn't going to tell her to keep the secret - something that should've came from his mouth. He was going to plead for her not to go.

Namjoon stayed home the next week, taking up his sick day vacation. He made sure to email all his students their assignments and state that he would be working from home. Jungkook has come to visit him a few times, each time questioning if he was truly sick. Namjoon appeared conflicted, not sick. But it wasn't his business to go any further into Namjoon's life.

Once the week was up, Namjoon returned to the University. He was greeted by a few teachers who asked if he was alright. Some of his students asked the same thing and it made him feel welcomed. Months ago when he first started teacher as a young professor, he was afraid that the students wouldn't click with him, but he was proud to admit they had.

Namjoon stalks the halls to his classroom, not before finding you a few feet down speaking with a few of his students. He stops, his eyes narrowing at you. You turn to him, lifting a brow. "We need to speak of your assignments lately, Y/N-ah." he says before walking towards his classroom. Internally, you're beaming with hysteria but you compose yourself in front of your friends - more acquaintances than anything.

Namjoon lays his brief case upon his desk and hums lowly to himself. He was a scholar, yes. But he still had his own needs. It haunts him day and night and he knows he cannot get rid of these thoughts unless he goes along with them.

The day is slow - painfully slow than any other day since he started. Maybe because he was waiting for you at the end of it. His mind wonders if you're waiting for him just as he was for you.

At his final class ends and the students pile out, Namjoon shuts his door. He's unaware if you're on him first, or if he was on you. His lips find your neck, soft and inviting. You smelt heavenly. You grip his hair lightly and release a few gasps when he sits down, flunging you on top of him. He's gripping your thighs - you wore jeans today, weirdly - and your hands are roaming his torso.

EVerything about this excited Namjoon to his core. He could feel you pressed against him so heavenly. He knew this was wrong and it had to be stopped - but he brought you here for a purpose afterall.

"We can go back to your place." you murmur when you release your lips from his.

Namjoon shudders. "I-I can't." she shakes his head. He could if he wanted to. Via was at work and Jungkook never came unannounced.

"Please, Namjoon-ssi." you whispered, lips on his cheeks. "We'll never get privacy unless we go elsewhere. I know you have your own home." her fingers are playing with his tie.

Namjoon kisses you. Possibly this was his way of denying you, his hopes for you to not ask him again. But you do nothing but rub against him, a throaty groan releasing. You had no intentions of stopping yourself - not until he gave you what you wanted. And you wanted him - all of him. Whatever he was willing to give you.

Namjoon releases a breath. "She won't be home this weekend." he sighs in defeat, the feeling of you rubbing against him started to play with his mind.

Maybe it was the temptation of being with you. His desire catapults whenever you're around him. As soon as Namjoon returns home, he's planning on ways to get Via to not come home. It was easier said than done, of course. Via always came home at night even if the two of them barely spoke. His mind can only think of one thing - and that's a getaway Via has been hinting she wanted to go on. The only issue was - it was with him. And he couldn't get his release with you if he went on a weekend getaway with his wife.

"Joonie." Via smiles as she enters the sitting room where Namjoon scrolls through his phone. "Are you alright?"

"Yes." he nods, a nervous smile on his lips. "I was thinking about that trip you wanted to take. To Seoul."

Via's interest peaks. She stands above her fiance and tilts her head.

"I wouldn't be able to go." Namjoon frowns. "I have a meeting this weekend at the University. It's mandatory."

"Then why don't we go next weekend?" Via suggests the obvious.

"I...I just want you to relax and unwind." Namjoon says lowly. He leans his head back onto the couch. "You're always stressed and bringing your work home with you. I want you to have that spa day you deserve." Namjoon gives her a dimpled smile. "I hope you aren't upset but...I already paid for it."

"Joonie!" Via gasps, but Namjoon can see her excitement.

It makes him feel like an asshole when she wraps her arms around him tightly, and he returns the favor. Even when he is watching her as she drives down the driveway of their home, a short wave. His mind is telling him to think about what his body wants to do. For hours he thought about what the right thing to do was - and it wasn't this. Having an affair with a student of his that he had a deeper connection with because of her brother. He couldn't think of his friend without thinking of his sister, and that was the problem.

His relationship with Yoongi was slowly going to die down - on his side especially. He hadn't spoken to the man in weeks and that was because he couldn't without his own mind telling him he was a bad friend. A bad husband - and a bad Scholar.

Namjoon spoke to you the same day Via leaves. He was unsure how you got his number because he never gave it to you nor did he ever call or text you. He got rid of the number you left on his desk months ago. He doesn't respond to the messages you send, his heart telling him that he shouldn't be doing this - not to poor Via who was nothing but a good fiance and soon to be wife.

But as Namjoon opens the texts you send, now pictures and short videos. You wore lingerie, red at that. The red against your skin makes the color vibrant and he's ashamed to be salivating at the smoothness your skin appears. The way your breasts cup the bra, as if it was ready to burst any moment makes him give you the address you had asked him for hours prior.

But, he was nothing but nerves when he heard a few knocks on his door. He gulps, palm sweaty. He opens the doors to see you, eyes watching his intently. He moves aside and allows you to come in. He closes the door before his neighbors find it suspicious. He turns to you, finding the shorts you wore too tight against your skin. The shirt you wore was tied in the front, revealing your belly button that for some odd reason, fascinates him. Was he a creep? Maybe.

"I think we should stop." Namjoon speaks. "I'm about to be married and-"

"Did that stop you from fingering me in your classroom?" you interrupt. Your eyes dance around the modern style home. "Is this your wife?" you ask loudly. The picture hanging on the far wall is of Namjoon and Via. It was an old picture of them at her graduation. Her curly hair is freshly cut shoulder length and a bright wide smile on her lips. Your eyes scan the picture before nodding. "Did it stop you from cumming down my throat?"

You vacate your stance in front of the picture of him and his fiance and now you're sauntering towards him. Namjoon pushes away from you as if you were going to burn him. However, he couldn't escape you - not now. You're in his home afterall and there was nowhere to hide at this moment. You are smiling now, pushing your body against him. "I thought you wanted me, Namjoon-ssi?"

Namjoon is conflicted because, yes, he did want you. But his heart is screaming at him to stop this affair. He was going to ruin his life with one simple lustfilled act and disrespect his wife in the process.

When your arms wrap around his neck, he wants to fight you. But he can't. He melts into your arms and subconsciously leans into your touch. You jump up to wrap your legs around his waist and he catches you effortlessly. You let out a little giggle before kissing his lips. You weren't going to allow him to get away any longer - you've fought for his attention for years now. You break the kiss to breathe. "I know you feel something Namjoon." you murmur. This is the first time you addressed him informally.

"Y/N..." he cuts himself off. His hands on your thighs are gripping.

"Just one night." you state. "We'll do whatever we want with each other and then I'll let you live your life again."

Your plan was foolish. But so was he. He couldn't get his mind off of you after his first day as your professor. It was clouding his every being and he desired nothing more than to be with you.

Namjoon thinks of the vows he would say to Via upon their marriage. He ponders if he would cry when he saw her in the dress. They've been engaged for years now and sometimes he wonders if they'll ever be wed. Via was so busy with work that the one moment she wasn't, he ships her off to Seoul for a Spa weekend while he remains home for an affair.

Did Via ever cheat on him? Was she unfaithful - even if it didn't go as far as sex? He ponders if you ever looked at your male co-workers and thought of them as more than that. You had assistants that were males every once in a while - were you unfaithful with them?

No, this was Via. She was a wonderful soul that put others before herself. She was loyal - unlike him. She had control of herself. She had standards. She busied herself in her studies and work - and it paid off. She was the highest paid attorney in the city while he was a professor at the University allowing students to get to him.

Now, he laid on his bed between your legs, tongue ravishing your clit as you moaned and tugged on his hair. You were sweet and savory - he was hungry for more. He couldn't get enough of your moans. His fingers dug into you at a satisfying pace and he wanted to taste your cum. The months of him using his palm to get off were over now - and he was ready to fuck into you.

Namjoon lifts himself up just as you were about to cum. He slaps your thigh. It was as if he was a different person - not the clumsy professor that was utterly awkward in class. Namjoon removes his shirt, bringing his lips to yours. The taste of your wetness against your lips makes you moan out for more. You never wanted a man more than you wanted Kim Namjoon. Your hands roamed around his body, feeling the way his bare muscles flex at your soft touch.

You swallow. You wanted him in your mouth now, and when you try to touch his cock he jerks away. Your eyes flutter open, pouting at a frowning Namjoon. He lifts himself up, releasing his cock from the painfully tight briefs he wore and you lick your lips. The tip of his cock had pre-cum dripping from it and your desires to taste the salty cum down your throat once more intensifies.

"Turn around." Namjoon demands, his voice deep and eyes dark. You waste no time in doing as you're told, lifting your ass in the air for him. Namjoon hisses. He grabs the condom on his dresser - recently bought the day prior - and rips it open. He places the condom onto his cock and releases a sigh. There was no going back now. He was going to fuck you in the bed he shared with his wife.

Namjoon enters you. A sharp hiss releases from his throat when he feels your walls clench around him. He thrusts slowly, eyes rolling in the back of his head. He hasn't felt anything like this in months. Your wetness surrounding him surprises him. The condom was on still, he's checked, but the tightness and warmth appears as if he wasn't wearing one.

Namjoon quicken his pace. His nails dig into your hips and at your moans, he doesn't hesitate to buckle his hips roughly into you. The lack of sex makes him want to never stop. The sound of skin slapping is heard throughout the room - the once quiet room he lays in every night.

Via was once a sexual person and they had sex almost every night. As work piled up, she lost the satisfaction of wanting to and would rather sleep. He didn't blame her - he never did.

You clench around Namjoon, grunts releasing themselves from your lips. You feel is palms smack against your ass sharply and at that you scream. You've never been fucked this good before. But Namjoon was a man - a more experienced man. He was much older than you and the boys you've been with. He had years to perfect his craft.

Namjoon's hand tangled into your hair, yanking you back as he pounds into you. Your neck aches, but it's nothing you're not willing to deal with if it mean he was going to fuck into you.

"I've wanted you for so long." you admit, your eyes are trying their hardest to stay open. "Your cock is so much better than I've ever expected."

Namjoon grunts. Your words make him want to never stop fucking you. When did your desire for him grow? He doesn't want to think of you as a little girl wanting him. Maybe in High School? After High School?

Namjoon doesn't want to cum yet. He flips you back onto your back, lifting your legs to your shoulders. The sight of your fucked out expression, wet pussy and bouncing breast is what's going to make him cum. You were beautiful - you always were. He watches his cock slip in and out of you effortlessly - you were wet and dripping all over the sheets.

"You're slutty." Namjoon's voice reaches your ears. His thumb rubs your wet clit as he fucks you. "This is what you've wanted, huh? To be fucked by me?"

You're nodding your head, pussy clenching around him. You were going to cum soon if he kept rubbing your clit. But Namjoon knows this, and he doesn't stop. He continues assaulting your clit, teeth biting his bottom lip. His free hand wraps around your neck. You're caught off guard, but you don't fight him. Instead, you wrap a smaller hand around his wrist as your high reaches you. You buckle your hips and soon you're cumming.

Namjoon marvels at you squirming before him, your wetness shooting out to hit him in his abdomen. He groans and fucks into you deeper. He was going to cum and second now.

Namjoon releases himself from you and removes the condom. He's unsure as to why, but he hovers above your face and cums on your face. The cum dripping down your cheeks onto your breast and into your open mouth was a sight. He wishes he could capture a moment like this - but his memory would have to do.

Namjoon can't recall the last time he had so much sex. The weekend goes by and he can't get his hands off of you - and vice versa. After a short nap, Namjoon wakes with you bouncing on top of him, feet on both sides of him to hold your balance. No room or area was safe from the two of you. He fucks you more on his bed, then brings you out towards th hallway - his hanging dipolma dropping onto the floor when he pushes you against the wall to fuck into you deeper.

When it was time to shower, the sight of your naked body wet was enough to fuck you for an hour inside - cramped and all. The couch was amazing for him to sit and watch your tits bounce as you ride him. His tongue swirls your nipples as you do so, the roundness of your breast and the perkiness of your nipples was inviting. He never wanted to stop.

Namjoon laid you upon the kitchen island and eats you out hungrily. His head is bobbing back and forth, one hand holding your thigh and the other squeezing your breast. He proceeds to fuck you on the same island, the sound of your moans egging him on. He has since ran out of condoms - but that didn't bother him. Each time he was ready to cum, he would pull out and cum on whatever body part he desired. Each time you allowed him to.

Now, the two of you sit quietly at the breakfast table. You're naked and the only think Namjoon has on is boxer briefs. He wasn't a cook so all he could manage to give you was cereal - as embarrassing as it was. You eat it happily, however, and don't mind.

Namjoon's minds wander to you and him. Of course, this couldn't happen again, no matter how much he enjoyed it. But, his mind lingers on one question in particular. "Why me?"

"Huh?" you ask, slurping up the rest of your milk.

"You said you were waiting so long. Why me?" Namjoon asks. His eyes scans your reaction.

"I've had a crush on you for years now." you admit. You put the empty bowl down and glance away. "But you were Yoongi's friend and I wasn't allowed to date until I was 18."

Namjoon's heart thumps at the mention of Yoongi's name. He feels disappointed in himself. He feels as though he has taken advantage of you.

"And I know you'd never return my feelings." your voice makes Namjoon want to punch himself. "But I'm willing to have you in whatever way."

Namjoon is taken aback. "W-What do you mean?" he questions. "You shouldn't settle for me."

You frown, your bottom lip pushing out in a childish pout.

"You deserve someone who could love you. Not a man who has an affair with their friend's sister who's also my student." Namjoon snickers at himself bitterly. He knows now that he did take advantage of your crush on him, and he feels horrible about doing so. "I can be here for you no more than a Professor. And a friend, as well. I've known you prior to you being my student."

You nod. This was his way of turning you down, you know this. But in a way he was right.

A loud knocks sounds on the door. Your heart is pumping, your arms are automatically going to cover naked body. Namjoon lifts himself up. "Go upstairs." he quickly demands. He's thankful that he shut the windows the day you came.

Namjoon walks towards the front door in high alert. He peaks out the peak hole and his blood runs cold.

"W-Who is it?" you murmur beind him like a deer caught in head lights.

"Go upstairs, Y/N. Now!" Namjoon hisses. He knew the familiar SUV parked outside. "It's Yoongi."

#namjoon smut #btsmasterlist2022 #bts smut #bangtan smut #btswritersclub #bangtanwritershq #affair au #bts teacher #explicit-tae #forbidden fruit #namjoon x reader #bts teacher au #brothers best friend #namjoon professor

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ghostinthegallery · 3 months

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If you’re still doing prompts, would you mind doing “Just... don't."

oh boy you just gave me an excuse to mess around with this pairing which had been bouncing around my head for ages! Behold, Szarekh/Imotekh (because you can’t just give me two rival kings and NOT expect me to wonder what would happen if they kissed)

Damn, I am getting mileage out of this prompt list ###

Mandragora did not have much in the way of native flora. Most species had been driven to extinction long ago by environmental shifts and violent acid rains. Biomancers saved, cultivated, and jealously guarded some plants for whatever nonsensical reasons they had to examine organic life. But Mandragora was not and would never again be a lush world.

So Imotekh was surprised to find a small, white flower lying in wait for him on the highest balcony of his palace.

He dismissed his lychguard, an act which was not unusual. He came to this spot often to think, to unravel the threads of logic and possibility that now formed so much of his mind. This was more easily done alone, away from any onlookers. On a clear day he could see hundreds of khet in any direction. This was not a clear day. It was foggy and damp, impossible to perceive much if he relied purely on visual data. Imotekh could only see his lychguard departing by the soft glows of their cores and weapons.

Once he was sure they were gone, Imotekh examined the delicate flower between the metal fingers of his gauntlet. Five petals the color of fresh snow surrounding a red pistil. He could not remember what it had been called in the time of flesh. His abilities of near perfect recall had only formed after his awakening from the Great Sleep. However he did not need to remember what it was called to know what its presence meant.

“Where did you get this?” he demanded.

For a moment he received no answer. His circumspection protocols revealed nothing. Until the mists swirled and his guest revealed himself.

The Silent King did not speak. Imotekh did not expect him to. Szarekh had always taken his kingly oath of silence comically seriously. There had been a time when Imotekh had enjoyed making him break that vow. Moans and cries of ecstasy counted just as much as words.

“You did not get it here,” Imotekh said, twisting the blossom between his claws. It took all of his meticulous control not to crush it. “It no longer occurs naturally. And I cannot imagine how you would have preserved an old specimen for this long.”

Imotekh had few memories of the time before the fires had taken him. Yet he remembered that once a general had been presented before his king after a great victory. A gauzy curtain separated him from the throne, but thanks to luck, chance, or some god's dreadful sense of humor an errant gust of wind had blown it aside. Just long enough for the general to see and be seen by the monarch he served.

Imotekh had not been at all romantic, even when he had possessed a soul. He had simply been…enthralled.

“No,” he continued. “I imagine you had one of your crypteks engineer it for you.”

Ensnared by the beautiful king who had done him the greatest possible cruelty…by loving him in return.

Imotekh released a static scoff through his vocal buffer. “What a sentimental waste of time.”

The affair would have been beyond scandalous, not to mention dangerous. Discovery would have meant disgrace for the king and execution for his sand-born lover. So they had devised a signal. A single white flower, left on the king’s balcony, and the general would know it was safe to enter his liege’s chambers. He had never found cause to object to the welcome he found there, whether it be sensual delights or simply calm. A rare thing for a general constantly at war.

That chamber had been the only place in the universe he had truly felt safe.

“Are you here to kill me?” Imotekh asked.

Szarekh’s glance fell. As much a sign of hurt as he had ever given.

“That is what logic would dictate. Am I not in open rebellion against you?” Imotekh took a step towards the intruder. Where once the flower had promised unrestrained adoration, seeing it now only brought bitterness. How could it not when the king he had once worshiped had failed so utterly?

Szarekh closed the distance between them in three long strides, faster than Imotekh had calculated he would. He trapped Imotekh against the balcony’s railing, the only thing guarding them from a three-khet high fall. Rough stone ground against Imotekh’s back. Even more so than in life, the Silent King towered over him. Staring into Szarekh’s blazing oculars, he debated if he had a better chance of surviving gravity or the king’s wrath.

Or worse, his affections.

The Silent King’s slender fingers brushed against his hip as they moved to settle on his waist. He traced a line from the Stormlord’s shoulder, down his arm until their hands came together and began to intertwine. Sensory recollections flooded Imotekh’s neural buffer. Cool sheets, warm caresses, kisses both tender and desperate. To touch him after centuries, millennia apart was almost too sweet and painful to bear.

Szarekh took hold of Imotekh’s chin and tilted his head back, bringing their faceplates close.

“Don’t.” Imotekh’s anger, forged and tempered over countless years of war, suddenly felt brittle as glass. “Just…don’t.”

He pushed Szarekh away and pressed his hand against the balcony. The old memories burned in his core, but he shoved them down and strangled them with newly formed engrammatic chains. Not this. He did not want a cold mockery of the comforts they had once shared.

“You left,” he said, tone heavy with unspoken accusations. “You condemned us all, locked us away in tombs, and then you left. That doesn’t come without consequence.”

Szarekh recoiled. In that moment, Imotekh could have asked why? Had the guilt really been too much? Had Szarekh always been a coward, deep down? Instead, Imotekh turned away, unable to look at him any longer. Because of all the things biotransference had taken from the necron’s king, beauty was not one of them.

Damn the weakness the gods cursed me with, even now, Imotekh thought.

“I heard it said that you had been killed by rivals while you slept.”

It took Imotekh a full half second to realize that it was in fact Szarekh who had spoken. The general nearly spun around, but he braced against the railing to keep himself in place. His fingers left furrows in the stones.

“It will pain me more than anything if it transpires that we must destroy each other, but still…I am glad the rumors were false. I am glad I got to see you again.”

“Selfish bastard.”

“Is selfishness not the right of kings?”

Imotekh could no longer resist turning, a retort forming in his vocal buffer, but Szarekh was already gone. Only a disturbance in the mist served as evidence he had been there at all.

It felt like something had been torn from him and his reactor had suddenly grown cold.

Imotekh shut down his optic array. He had known his resolve would be tested. That was the burden he had accepted when he had taken the phaeron’s throne. When he had challenged the triarchy. When he had denounced his one and only love. Their people needed someone to lead them out of this time of strife and darkness. There was no one else.

Imotekh activated his gauntlet and watched as the white flower was consumed by flame.

#necrons #wh40k #imotekh the stormlord #szarekh #the silent king #szarekh really cannot catch a break #Answering asks #prompts #look do y’all have any idea how much of a sucker i am for forbidden royal court love affairs?#Sure a civil war is cool and all but what if the robots were also exes

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ladytarantula · 4 months

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Mistakes

I turn an empty page

Nothing has really changed

Old habits remain

What can I do?

How do I break these chains?

I keep making the same mistakes

Hoping this time you'll stay

She holds all the cards

Even though it's my touch you crave

Every time I make a stand

Begging you to be my man

Gullible I believe your empty promises and lies

I'm the one to blame

I gave you all the power

You're driving me insane

I want to be with you

So I'll do whatever it takes

#poetry writing #my poetry #sad #unrequited pining #toxic love #affair #loving a married man #heartbreak #unrealistic expectations #secret lovers #forbidden lust #writing community #creative writing #poetry

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kiaragreat045 · 9 months

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𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a kook and a pogue could never be together. which is why they’re left to sneak around and leave each other with glances that don’t belong.

………………………………………

WALKING INTO THE rich crowded room, I immediately felt out of place. I felt like a piece of meat that got thrown into a lion’s den.

I was here for one thing and one thing only. To help JJ not get distracted while giving Sarah the letter John b had written. He’s already tried to steal a few drinks and I had to pull him away reminding him that we didn’t have to be here longer if we just give her the love letter.

Part of me was also anxious because I knew he’d be here. His family was the richest on the island after all, I just hoped I wouldn’t have to see him.

We agreed to not talk in public. Not look at each other, not even a smile, or a wave. But to blatantly ignore. And I don’t know if I could handle his stone cold stare towards me.

“JJ let’s go—“ I turn expecting to see the blond boy himself but am met with the tall boy with a mischievous smirk.

I narrow my eyes, “Rafe.” I greet trying to play it cool though I know deep down I desperately want to jump in his arms and give him millions of kisses.

“Y/n.” He says back giving a quick look up and down my body. He’s gonna blow our cover. “You looks hideous.” I was almost offended but saw a look in his eyes that I knew all too well.

“And you didn’t catch my eye one bit, I even felt myself gag as I turned to see you.” I scoff crossing my arms, beginning to walk away but am caught of guard when he grabs my arm and drags me inside with him.

“Rafe, no.” I mumble looking around at the people to make sure no one’s eyes were on us.

“I’m sick of this secret.” I hear him speak back a little too loud.

I was shocked to say the least. He was the one who came up with the rules, he’s the one who at first only wanted it to be a no strings attached kind of thing. Soon that rule was broken when he admitted he couldn’t fake not having feelings for me anymore. Now this. Now he’s breaking the secret relationship deal. Not that I was mad, I just assumed he’d be embarrassed of being with a pogue so I went along with it.

He pulled me into an empty room with him and his lips were met with mine immediately.

I place my hands on his chest pushing him backwards, “Rafe—“ his lips met with my neck making me giggle from the sudden tickle. “Rafe no, someone’s gonna see us.”

“Can’t you see I don’t care.” He goes to lean in again and I only push him back.

“You will care when your reputation is fucked.” I look up into his eyes and see his jaw clench slightly.

His hands remained on my waist, “you’re gorgeous.” He then dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down with him to rest on my thighs as he looks up at me.

“Rafe.” His lips land on my stomach as he leaves light kisses over and over, his arms slowly wrapping around my legs. “I’m serious.” I put my finger under his chin making him look up at me.

“I’m serious too.” He remains on his knees. Looking like a man worshipping a goddess. “I love you.”

I shake my head a small smile on my face, “okay, are you drunk or something.” My eyes narrow as I grab his face, “or high.” I look into his eyes.

“No.” He answers seriously with no hint of joking behind his voice. “I love you, y/n.”

I tilt my head my eyes softening in the slightest, “I love you Rafe Cameron.” I grab his face in my hands and kiss him passionately. He begins to stand up so I didn’t have to bend over anymore and only deepens the kiss as he holds onto my back and leans forward.

“Okay. What the fuck.” We separate suddenly to see JJ with a look of confusion masked by disgust.

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #romance #fanfic #teen romance #illicit affairs #obx #outer banks #obx pogues #the kooks #forbidden romance

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omgspnfanfiction · 1 year

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Are you going to do another part to forbidden affair

Yesssss, I wrote a third and final part! I'm hoping to get it out in January, I just have to edit it 😊

#requests #forbidden affair #tony stark #steve rogers #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader x tony #series

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masked-alien-lesbian · 7 months

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See and I chose the more polite dialogue option and she's acting like she's owed something. Quite frankly her behavior is mirroring that nasty attempted r*pist Lord Farrow who thinks he's owed the woman he wants. And what really irks me is that she never apologizes in this chapter, and the chapter acts like mc was rude and hateful for denying Nat sex...

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camellias-stray · 1 year

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The Madame and the Butler

Pining Butler AU I had for them where Stray is stuck in a loveless marriage but the manor’s butler, Sera, starts to catch feelings and gets too close to the madame... Enough to spill blood for them.

More under the cut if you all like symbolism stuff!

Black ribbon around their neck - Symbolizing being “tied down” and kept mostly for show by their spouse. They’re well taken care of but neglected in every other aspect of their empty marriage.

Pink Peonies - These flowers represent blooming romances and are popular in wedding bouquets. However, here it’s more of a blooming romance elsewhere while it surrounds a black dahlia. Black Dahlia - These flowers represent betrayal, especially in this context. If you can spot it, there’s a ring mark around Madame’s finger, but no band to be seen. They take it off when they’re spouse is out. The flower is also a betrayal on the Butler’s part, since his loyalties no longer lie with the manor’s master.

Window’s shadows - On Stray, it looks like a cage, expressing their feelings of being trapped. Though not completely on Sera, the one running down his face is pretty self-explanatory. He is, after all, in love with someone he can’t have... for now.

#rgg #yakuza game #masaru sera #camellia's stray #pining butler au #we're going down the road to forbidden loves and affairs lads #tw blood #taggin to be safe #anyways they are in cahoots #and they will commit crimes

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cinemastyles-blog · 9 months

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Private Affair [h.s] | 3.

Warnings: flirting while married, kissing another man while married, slightly mean texts from hubby, slight innuendos

Word count: 4.4k

You smile the second you see him, "Yeah, of course." You turn towards him and walk to get your bag.

His eyes follow you, never leaving your body. He missed you, even though it was only a little over half a day.

He felt just as connected to you as you do to him, but neither of you have admitted it to each other yet.

Probably because you're married.

He holds the door open for you, admiring how your shirt shows the cleavage it's supposed to. You walk forward and he shuts the door, clearing his throat as he turns to you.

He leads you out, "Coffee?"

"You know it, Styles." Alex says pointing to him, "The usual, please."

Harry nods and smiles, "Got it."

He holds the other door open for you and you walk out into the hall, towards the elevators.

"I like the outfit by the way." Harry says breaking the silence, "I like the stripes." Harry's fingers lightly trace over the fabric of your arm.

His touch burned your skin, you instantly ached for him, but you force yourself to speak, "This is one of my favorites actually."

Your eyes scan down his chest, admiring how it rests against his skin and the top of his white tank top.

You look down quickly and smooth out your shirt, "Thank's did the badge, by the way." You look back up at him and he nods, "No problem. I just picked the pictured I liked the most."

He gives you a wink and motions for you to get on the elevator first, "After you."

You smirk slightly as you step onto the elevator, your cheeks are warming with a pink blush. He gets on and pushes the ground floor.

While you're trying to get it together, Harry is thinking about shoving you up against the elevator wall and fucking you against it while you watch in the mirror.

"So what kind of coffee do you get?"

Harry blinks slightly and shakes his head as he looks over at you, "Sorry, I kinda zoned out there for a second. What did you say, love?"

You smile and shake your head slightly, "I asked you what kind of coffee you get?"

He smiles and nods, "Um, I usually just settle for a vanilla latte, I guess?" He laughs slightly, "Basic. I know."

You shake your head, "Well, count me as a basic bitch, too then. I love vanilla lattes, hot or iced."

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and smirks.

You look at him as the elevator door opens, "What? Did I say something wrong?" You go to walk forward but quickly move over as someone gets on in a rush.

Harry's lays his hand on your hip, blocking the man's suitcase from hitting you. "No." He says walking off with you, "I just like your personality a lot."

Your heart starts to race and you calm yourself as you look over at him, "Thank you."

He holds the door open for you and you walk out, "I just want you to know that I am really grateful that you gave me this job."

He tilts his head slightly and shakes his head, "No, sweetheart. The pleasure is really all mine." He smiles at you and sighs, "Can I admit something?"

You nod, "Sure."

He sighs and pauses for a few seconds before speaking, "Now, I know this isn't really my place, and stop me if I'm wrong for saying this by any means.. But last night, at dinner, when I seen Alex grab your shirt and pull it over.."

He stops talking and you look over at him, "Keep talking."

"He pissed me off. You are a gorgeous woman, and you know that. He seems really insecure, almost like he knows he has no chance against another man."

He kind of mumbles the last part, but you catch it, acting like you didn't, "I am confident in myself. It did make me mad, but I didn't want to make a scene." You laugh slightly and sigh, "Is this the place?" You point as you stop, "I love this place."

"Best coffee in my opinion." Harry smiles and pulls the door open. You guys walk up to the counter and you have never been more impressed.

Harry orders like five different coffees, all from memory. From the flavors to the amounts of what's put in. Impressive.

"What would you like?" He looks at you and you step up, "Just do another iced vanilla latte, and put and extra turbo shot in it please?"

The barista nods and you step back, "Thank you."

Harry glances over at you and smiles slightly, looking away as you look back over.

"Name for the order?"

"Just put them all under Styles, please." Harry gets out his card and swipes it when told. You move down to the end of the counter and Harry motions you to come over to the couch.

You sit down next to him and cross your leg, "So. What all am I expected to know, exactly?" You lean back and look over at him.

"Just.. um, helping me around in the office, I also have a project I need to start working on for one of the upcoming magazines and I wanted your help on that, if you don't mind."

Harry flashes you a smile and you smirk, "Of course I will help. As I said. Anything you need."

His eyes scan over your face and before anyone can say anything else, they tell his name.

"Order for Styles!"

He presses his lips together and sighs, "Well, I guess."

"Yeah." You nod and stand up, kinda angry it didn't take longer. You pull your purse up onto your shoulder and walk over to grab straws as he grabs the cup carriers.

As he head towards the door, you cut in front of him so you can open it. You press your back against it, pushing it open as you slide out of the way.

Harry looks down at you as he walks by, "Thank you."

"Mhm." You smile and he shakes his head smirking as he walks away.

"Coffee?" Harry looks over at you and you nod, "If it's not a hassle."

He purses his lips and shakes his head as he looks around. he stops as turns towards you, "I think this one by my thumb is yours." He taps his thumb against the cup and you look, "Yes, it is."

You lay your hand on his as you hold the carrier so you can pull your cup upward. The feeling you have with your hand on his, makes you not to take your hand away.

His rings are slightly cool against your skin, how his eyes trail up and down your body.

You step back before anything else can slip into your mind.

As you open your straw and stab it down through the top, you don't even realize that Harry has be watching you the whole time.

Studying you.

Thinking about you in ways that are not safe for work.

He wanted you, but he wasn't going to be the first to make the actual move, considering you're married and all.

"This is so good." You hum slightly as you go back in for another sip. Harry smiles, "Yeah, one of my favorite places to go."

"I'm definitely going to be coming here." You laugh slightly as you start walking again. Harry let's out a sigh, "So this project.."

"Yeah? Is it a big one?" You bite down on your straw as you look over at him. He smirks slightly and nods, "It is. Something new, too."

"Sounds like it's going to be a hard project. I'm in." You smile and he nods, "That's great, y/n. I have a feeling we're going to work amazing together."

"So do I."

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The walk back to the office was just small talk. About the company, the project he wants to do, where to go in the building for certain things, you know.

Honest work stuff.

He holds the door open for you and watches as you walk in as you give him a quiet, "Thank you, Harry."

He smiles as you say his name.

You don't know it, but you're the only one in the building who can call him that.

"So since this page will be all about the women running successful small businesses, why don't we call it something like.." you step onto the elevator, "Women With A Mission."

You turn to look at him, "I'm thinking we can do like a smile font but make the women part cursive?"

Harry doesn't say anything which makes you nervous, until he smiles and nods, "I like where you're going with this." The elevator door opens and we walk towards his office, "Can you do like a rough idea of how you think it will look?"

You nod, "I can draw a thing or two." You smile as your art skills you thought were useless are finally stepping into light.

"Yeah?" Harry holds the door open, "You draw?" You walk in and nod, "Yeah. Growing up, art was my way of escaping I guess."

"Nothing wrong with that at all." He grabs the cup out of the carrier and hands it to Jake, "Do you mind passing these out? I have stuff I need to work on."

Jake shakes his head as he takes his coffee, "I sure can. Thank you."

Harry nods, "Thank you. Remember that piece I ran by your? Well, y/n came up with a title and she's going to do a design for us for that new piece I've been stuck on."

"Looking forward to watching the progress." Jake smiles and stands up, grabbing the coffees and leaving the office.

"So." You smile, "You have a pen and paper?"

He smiles and nods, motioning to his office, "Right this way." You follow him and he motions to his desk, "Have a seat, love. Choose your weapon."

He opens his desk drawer to reveal a basket of pens, "ugh." You sigh, "The way to my heart." You laugh and look through them, picking out different colors.

"Paper is behind you. I will be over here looking through some businesses." Harry slowly walks backwards and you look over at him, "Thank you."

He nods and turns away and you get some paper before leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of your coffee.

You sit up, letting out a quiet sigh before picking up a pen.

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For most of the day, it felt like you were single.

Alex didn't even cross your mind, not until you realized he didn't crossed your mind. You pull your phone out, realizing you have five missed texts and two missed calls.

Your phone was in your pocket, you must have been too focused on work, you must have not felt it vibrate.

"Shit." You thought your whispered quietly.

"Something wrong, y/n?" Harry stands up and lays his papers down. You look over at him, "Wh- oh, no. Alex, just texted me and tried calling me." You sit up and set your phone down, "Must have been too focused."

A smirk appears very slowly on his lips as he nods, "It happens."

You nod and laugh, "You're right."

You pick your phone up and text Alex,

You: Hey baby. Sorry. I finally got a chance to check my phone. I've been working on a project with Mr. Styles and learning my way around the building. My art skills are finally coming in handy.

You bit your lip as you set your phone down, face down. You knew what was about to come. Alex is mad that you didn't answer him the first time.

You mood shifted now, and Harry can tell.

"Why don't we take a break love? It is noon. Ya hungry?" He moves his laptop of his his lap before swinging his legs off the other desk.

You smile, knowing what he's doing and honestly appreciating it. You question if this is why you feel like you do towards him.

Is it the attention?

Is it him being so nice to you?

Is it the sexual tension?

Fuck, who knows.

You did know you wanted to be around for it, so you nod, "Yes. Please." You set the pen down and stand up, glancing at your phone as you debate on leaving it in Harry's office while you're gone.

"Ready?" Harry asks walking over to you. You grab your phone and hold it in your hand tightly, "Ready."

You and Harry make your way out to your office and Harry lets Jake know that he can go on lunch, too.

"So, where would you like to go?" Harry asks pressing the elevator button, "What is y/n in the mood for."

"Um, honestly. I could go for anything." You step onto the elevator and press your back against the wall, "Whereever you want to go is fine with me."

You feel your phone buzz in your hand and honestly, if Alex is going to be a jerk, you want someone to witness it.

You look at your phone, and you don't know it, but Harry's eyes move to your phone screen.

Alex: Since you didn't want answer, I told my mom that we'll be there tomorrow night. So you're going.

Alex: Glad those skills are finally being put towards something good.

Harry scoffs, "There was no need for that second message, or any of them at all, really." He lays a hand on your upper back, "Does he have a problem with me or-"

"No." You say quickly and look at him, "He doesn't know anything about you. This is a women's magazine to him so he doesn't really care."

Harry nods and the elevator opens, "Mm." He leads you out and you look up at him, "You can be honest with me, Harry."

He looks down at you with a smile as he presses his back to the door and pushes it open. You smile up at him, "You can't hurt my feelings." You walk out and sigh, "Trust me."

"Is he always like that?" Harry asks with a curious tone.

You honestly don't know how to answer, "Um. No. Not always. He must be having a bad day at work or something."

"That doesn't give him the right to take it out on you, sweetheart." Harry looks over at you as you stop and wait to cross at the cross walk.

You look over at him and shrug, "I guess I settled."

He glances at the light and looks back at you, shaking his head slightly, "You might have settled then, but you're the only one who can still do anything about it."

You start walking across the street and into a gated parking lot. Harry pulls his keys out and unlocks his car.

You bite down on the inside of his lip because Harry with this car is just insanely sexy.

He opens your door and lets you get in before he shuts the door and walks around to get in. You have honestly never been treated like this before and it makes your stomach flutter a little bit.

He starts the car and looks over at you, "Sorry if that sounded harsh, I didn't me-"

You cut him off, "No. please. That wasn't anywhere near harsh, Harry. You're just being honest." You smile over at him and he smiles slightly as he starts driving.

"So why don't you do something about it?" He licks his lips and glances over at you as he waits for the gate to open.

He looks back at the road and you're quiet, unsure of what to say.

"I guess.." you start out, hoping you'll figure out what to say, "i just feel like it's what I deserve at some points."

"No." Harry instantly shakes his head, "We all come home from work mad or whatever at times, but it's never okay to use someone like a doormat for it."

You want to reach out and hold his hand, you knew he wouldn't reject you, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"You're a hundred percent right, Harry. I guess the good outweighs the bad? I don't know."

Harry keeps his lips pressed together before a smirk starts to break through, he scrunches his nose up slightly.

"What?" You ask looking over at him, a smirk toying with your lips, too.

He shakes his head, "Nothing." He looks over at you before parking the car, "Nothing at all." He smiles and pulls the keys from the ignition.

You stare at him, shaking your head as you laugh, "Really looked like your wheels were turning hard there for a second." You tease and unbuckle your seatbelt.

"It's just.." he sighs and rests his head back, "You have the power to change your life and do what you want to do. Just because you got married doesn't mean you kiss who you are as a person goodbye."

Before you say anything, Harry adds, "I like you, who are as a person and I've only known you for two days."

You smile, "Yeah, feeling is the same over here."

He smiles and nods once, "You are a beautiful, smart, confident woman. All I'm going to say, is that Alex better appreciate what he has before it's gone."

His words light off fireworks inside of you.

Is he insinuating himself?

"I agree with you fully." You look over at him, forcing yourself to changing the subject because you know neither one of you wants to, "So lunch?"

He looks out his window and smiles, "Oh yeah. Right." He chuckles as he gets out of the car and hurried to open hours.

As you lean forward to get out, Harry catches glimpse of your shirt revealing more than it should and he bites down on his cheek.

He's been fighting getting a boner since he seen your ass is those pants first thing this morning, and this in fact did not help.

You smooth out your shirt and look up as the door shuts. Harry takes a quiet breathe and motions towards the building, "Ready?"

You nod and walk with him, "mhm."

You walk in, "I'll be right back. Go ahead and get us a table." Harry excuses himself to the bathroom and the host's eyes follow him as he walks by.

They go back to you and you see her sigh slightly.

You smirk slightly and scratch above your lip to hide it as she walks over, "Hi." She says with a very fake smile, "Two of you today?"

You look at her and nod, "Yes. Two."

She nods and marks down where you're sitting before taking you to the booth. She sets down napkins and walks away.

A few moments later, Harry comes back and sits across from you, "She doesn't seem to friendly."

"The waitress?"

He nods and you laugh slightly, "Yeah I agree. When you went to the bathroom, she watched you walk away and looked at me and huffed, so I'm pretty sure she thinks we're together." You look down over the menu and then back up at Harry.

He smiles and shrugs, "Let her think what she wants." He looks down at the menu before glancing up at you, "I don't have to explain anything to anyone."

You slowly smile and look back down, almost feeling like your Harry's secret, even though you don't have a reason to be considered that.

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Lunch was full of conversation and lots of indirect flirting towards each other.

The nervousness in your body that you felt vanished. It felt natural, like you and Harry have known each other for ever.

"I'm going to finish up this title sketch." You set your purse down and walk over to Harry's desk. He watches as you sit down in his chair and pull yourself in.

You kept questioning yourself the whole time you we're working on your project. You knew you were confident, so why did you let Alex treat you this way sometimes.

You have loved Alex for years, but now that you met Harry, it's like another door opened and you realize how unhappy you actually are.

But are you unhappy?

Or it Harry just that pretty?

After another hour or two of working, you lean back and sigh, "I think it's done, Harry." You look over at him and he looks at you, "Yeah?"

He gets up and walks over, standing behind the chair as he looks over, "oh wow." He leans down over your shoulder, his head is right next to yours.

You swallow slowly, "that a good, oh wow?"

He nods and looks at you smiling, "Oh yeah." You look over at him slightly and he looks back down, "This is amazing, y/n."

"Oh good. I was nervous." You laugh slightly and run a hand through your hair. Harry looks at the sketch a few more times and sighs, "I will get it to the art editor and then tomorrow we can work on reach out to everyone and go from there."

You look up at him as he stands up, "Do you want me to draft up an email or something for us to send? Just something that briefly explains why we are reaching out."

He smiles, "I might just let you take over." He chuckles and turns to sit on the desk, "That would be great. You can take the list home, look at the shops and what not."

You nod and smile, "You can just put your name second." You wink and stand up, stretching your arms out.

He smiles, wanting to take you by your waist and pull you into him, "Fine with me, love." He smiles and checks his watch, "So, you're free to go. I'll probably head out here after I take this up to Zayn."

"Zayn?" You question and he nods, "He's our art editor."

"Oh, okay." You laugh slightly, "Sorry I don't know names yet."

He shakes his head with a smile, "It's only your first day, sweetheart. Trust me." He looks at you, "You'll be here a while, so you'll know them by heart."

He stands up and walk over to his desk. You stand there watching him, your eyes moving up and down his body until he turns around.

You look up at him and he hands you the folded paper with the names on them, "Here's that for you."

You take it and hold it up, "If I have any questions, I'll text you."

"Questions, comments. Any concerns at all, I'm here." He smirks and walks back around to behind his desk, grabbing his bag and keys.

You walk over and grab your purse off the small couch. You toss your stuff in and stand up, taking a few steps back.

When you turn around, you're chest to chest with Harry. You step back and mumble, "I'm sorry."

Your eyes stay on his necklace as you take a slow, shaky breathe, questioning yourself on what you want to do.

You know what you should do.

"Quite alright, love." Harry smiles, "same time in the morning sound good to you?"

"Yep." You look up at him with a smile as you step back, "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Styles."

You go to leave and you hear Harry quietly sigh, "Fuck it." You hear his bag and keys hit the floor and suddenly, you're pulled you back into him.

His hand finds it way to holding the side of your neck as he kisses you. His other arm moves to wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer, spinning you around to lift you up on his desk.

You drop your purse as your lips move desperately against his, silently begging for more.

"Tell me to stop." He whispers as he kisses down your neck, "Do you want me to stop?"

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Thank you for reading Private Affair.

Chapter 4 | Masterlist

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Cor Leonis X F.Reader - Sweetest sin (18+)

(Pictures/GIF are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself.)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Warning: NSFW! Toxic relationship

Summary: Titus Drautos and you seem to be the perfect couple, but for a long time, all is not well between you. His tenderness and love for you is gradually withering away. You don't want to admit it, but the charming Cor Leonis is constantly in your thoughts and eventually, you fall for him completely...

Cor Leonis X F.Reader - Sweetest sin

"The imperial infantry will most likely position itself here, here and here!" While Cor discussed with Drautos the strategy of their next battle, he indicated on the map the points that the Imperial soldiers would take for their base. "You're sure about that?" Cor had been through a few battles before and he knew what he was talking about. What surprised him was that Drautos disagreed with his assumption. Cor folded his arms, considering the officer coolly. "Yes, I'm sure of it. I've been fighting the Imperial Army for over twenty years, and I know more or less how they lay out their strategies." Drautos seemed satisfied with this answer, for he turned back to the map until there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" demanded Drautos, clearly audible. "Titus?" The two men looked toward the door when they heard a female voice. In her hands, the young woman was holding some documents for Drautos. "Oh, Y/N! Finally!" "I'm sorry. The train was late and I couldn't come sooner." The young woman's gaze wandered to Cor and he gave her a gentle smile, which she returned shyly. Y/N had known Cor for a few years, as he was a comrade of her boyfriend Drautos. Everytime Cor managed to throw her off with his incredible blue eyes, but she quickly turned back to Drautos and handed him the documents he had asked for. "Thank you." "You're welcome. I'll be on my way in a moment. See you later, Titus." "No! I want you to come see me after the meeting!" "Oh? Okay." "Now you can go!" He turned his back on her, didn't even look at his girlfriend again, l just waved her off, hardly seeming to wait to finally get rid of her. The young woman swallowed, looked a little saddened to the ground. Lately Drautos often behaved like that towards her. She wondered what kind of problem he had and if it was because of her that he was so cold. Nevertheless, she tried not to get angry about it. After all, Drautos was a busy man. "Goodbye Cor." Y/N had Cor's full attention and when he looked at her, his blue eyes sparkled like two jewels. "Goodbye," he replied softly, glancing after her until she disappeared from the office. Y/N was an immensely beautiful woman, but she seemed very distressed lately, and it was plain to see. Cor's gaze moved to Drautos and he wondered if he could have something to do with it? The way he had just reacted to his girlfriend was pretty rude. Actually, this whole thing should be none of his business, but somehow he felt that he should keep an eye on them. Normally Cor kept out of other people's business, but with Y/N it was hard for him to do so. She was a lovely young woman and he often had conversations with her. It was pleasant to have her around. Drauto's behavior towards her had often attracted Cor's attention. It was not easy for the king's guard to concentrate on the meeting, because now Y/N was constantly on his mind. This woman always managed to distract him and he liked it far too much.

After another half hour, the conversation with Drautos was over and Cor left his office. As was to be expected, Y/N was sitting in front of the door. With a cup in her hand, in which there seemed to be a hot drink. It was getting increasingly chilly, as winter announced itself. "It's getting colder outside." Y/N looked up in surprise when she was suddenly addressed. She hadn't even noticed that Cor had left the office, but she was all the more pleased to look into his handsome face. "Yes, I suppose so." She rose from her seat and walked towards Cor, who gave her a warm look and his blue eyes took her breath away. Cor could smell her feminine scent, which excited him so much at that very moment that he swallowed slightly. His Adam's apple was visibly moving. "Are you done with your meeting?" she asked as she closed her hands around the warm paper cup as her fingers were ice cold. "Yes. You may go to him if you like," Cor replied, although he had to admit that he would have preferred to talk to her a little longer. Still, Cor couldn't forget that she was already tied to another man and yet, she wasn't a married woman. She did not belong to Drautos. "Yes, I shouldn't keep him waiting," the young woman replied, looking down at the ground for a moment. Drautos could be short-tempered at times, and when he was in a bad mood, he often took it out on her. "See you soon, Cor. I hope next time we have some time to talk." Her pretty smile made the man's heart beat faster and he nodded towards her, also wishing to see Y/N again as soon as possible. "Bye." So they parted ways again. Y/N knew it was wrong to think of another man, but Cor's closeness made her feel comfortable and protected. For some reason, she felt this when she was near him. With Drautos, she didn't feel safe for a long time and if she was honest, his closeness made her uncomfortable. "Titus?" Drautos turned to her, looked at her from head to toe before walking up to her and gently placing his hand against her cheek. Y/N was a little surprised that he touched her so tenderly. When was the last time he had been so gentle with her? It had been far too long. "You look beautiful, Y/N." "Thank you," she said softly, turning her gaze to the floor. She wondered what there was to talk about so urgently that he had kept her waiting outside his office for half an hour. "You wanted to talk to me?" Drautos took the cup out of her hand and placed it on his desk before placing his strong hands on her hips and suddenly kissing her passionately. The young woman had not expected this and accordingly she reacted with surprise. She withdrew from the kiss, pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him a little away from her. She frowned, looking at him a little confused. "Titus? "I didn't want to discuss anything with you. I just wanted to enjoy some intimacy with you." But Y/N didn't think that was a good idea, especially since she didn't feel like having sex at all. They hadn't had sex together for weeks already and all of a sudden Drautos wanted something from her? "Sorry, but I'm not in the mood, Titus." He rolled his eyes at her words, yet didn't let go. "You're never in the mood," he gave off clearly annoyed, which left Y/N quite cold, though. "But I'm a man, and I have needs that you should fulfill!" After he said these words, she looked at him speechlessly. Drautos was becoming more annoying by the day. "I told you I'm not in the mood! Now if you'll excuse me!" But Drautos did not think of it. He grabbed her delicate wrist as she tried to walk past him and made her stop. "You're not going anywhere!" Startled, she looked up at him as he then grabbed her arms as well and held them ironclad. "I'm tired of being rejected by you all the time." Suddenly he spun with her, his body pressing hers against his desk. That she didn't like it seemed to interest him little. "Are you out of your mind? Titus!" But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears with him, for he was already fiddling with his pants, undoing the buckle on his belt. What had gotten into him? Why was he treating her so badly lately? Y/N had finally had enough and she lashed out at him, but he grabbed her wrists, leaned down to her and kissed her with a rough passion that made her shudder. Without hesitation, she bit down hard on his lips, so hard that she clearly had the metallic taste of his blood in her mouth. Drautos immediately pulled back, regarded her with a serious look, but Y/N also glared angrily at him. Finally Drautos let go of her and at that moment, she gave him a resounding slap.

Drautos swallowed hard, feeling humiliated and accordingly he felt anger towards her. The young woman immediately got down from his desk and rushed out of his office. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as she realized what this man had done to her just moments ago. She had never expected that he would go so far as to force himself on her. With quick steps she hurried along the corridor, directly in the direction of the elevator, when she suddenly collided with a person. Startled, she looked up into the face of the man she had just bumped into. "Cor!" Cor immediately recognized that something was wrong with her. He frowned, considering her with a serious expression. "Is everything all right?" Y/N chewed nervously on her lower lip, glancing down at the floor before shaking her head and then suddenly beginning to cry. She could no longer pretend that everything was okay. She hadn't felt comfortable in her relationship with Drautos for months. "What happened?" But Y/N said nothing at first, crossing her arms with each other and sobbing softly. "Come on. I'll take you home." As the young woman nodded, the king's guard led her to the elevator, gently resting his hand on her back. His closeness caused her to calm down abruptly and she felt much better. Together they entered the elevator and when the door closed, silence fell around them. Cor was already forming an idea of what was causing her such distress. But what had really happened in Drauto's office, Cor did not expect. As Cor left the building with Y/N, she suddenly stopped on the top step of the stairs and Cor turned to her, looking at her questioningly. Her look showed concern and also fear. Something was very wrong here, Cor could feel it. "Y/N? Is something wrong?" "Cor, can I... sleep at your place tonight? I don't want to go home." Her words surprised him and yet he could not deny her wish. She seemed afraid and the more Cor thought about her relationship with Drautos, the clearer it became to him that Drautos wasn't treating Y/N very nicely and he didn't like that at all. Y/N seemed very vulnerable and Cor didn't hesitate another moment, but made sure she was welcome to stay with him. She followed him into his black car and as Y/N sat down inside, she caught the scent of the man she had long had a crush on. Cor was completely different from Drautos. He noticed her, he was respectful towards her and by God, she saw his gorgeous face so many times in her mind's eye. Instead of thinking of Drautos, she thought only of Cor. At first she felt guilty about that, but at the moment she had completely forgotten about Drautos. As Cor started the engine and drove off, the young woman looked down at his hand resting on the gearshift and she noticed how well-groomed and soft his skin was. He had strong hands, but at the same time they seemed so tender and smooth. It did not escape the king's guard that this beautiful woman, sitting next to him, was looking at him and he swallowed nervously, trying to concentrate on the road but her delicate scent clouded his mind, which of course made it hard not to focus all his attention on her. The ride wouldn't take long and Y/N relaxed more and more, feeling that she was safe with Cor. She hoped that she wouldn't be a burden to him if she spent that night at his place, but Y/N didn't want to have to see Drautos and if she was honest, she didn't want to go back to her apartment at all. The young woman got out of the car after they arrived at their destination. Cor led her into his apartment. It was warm and cozy, much more pleasant than the low temperatures that prevailed outside.

"Let me take your coat," his soft voice sounded suddenly behind her, sending a comforting shiver down her spine. Y/N undid the last button and slowly pulled the fabric over her shoulder, tilting her head a little to the side and she could clearly feel his warm breath on her cheek. Her coat slid slowly over her arms and yet Cor stood quietly behind her, never taking his eyes from her for a second. Her heart was beating like crazy as she realized how close he was and she liked it. His focus was on her delicate neck and without really thinking about it, he gently caressed her skin with his fingers. Instantly, the young woman closed her eyes and enjoyed this wonderful feeling he caused in her. With one hand, Cor brushed her hair aside and he breathed a gentle kiss on her neck, whereupon she gasped softly. She leaned against him, her chest rising and falling in a quick beat as his gorgeous lips kissed her. Y/N lifted her hand and placed it against the back of his head, while Cor's hands slowly stroked her sides and he eventually wrapped his arms around her stomach. "Cor..." Cor had been dreaming of this moment for a long time, and Y/N was also floating on cloud nine, for he was so incredibly tender with her. "Y/N, you're so beautiful," he whispered, "So beautiful..." His words brought a smile to her lips and she felt so desired. She turned to him, their eyes met and Y/N lost herself in his blue ones. Cor leaned out to her, their faces now close and her heartbeat quickened. Their lips found each other naturally, and the moment Cor kissed her, her shimmering eyes closed. Her arms wrapped around his neck as they exchanged a tender kiss and Y/N instantly felt that tingle between her thighs. The kiss became more intense and there was so much desire in it that they could both clearly feel. Sensually she breathed his name as he began to kiss her throat. Desperately she clawed at his short, dark hair and tried to control her quivering voice, but again and again a sensual sigh escaped her. For Cor, this was the purest music. His body was on fire, he desired this woman like no other.

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Heat flooded her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Even breathing was difficult for her. Cor leaned forward, supporting himself with his arms beside her. The bed creaked softly under his weight as he lay down. Y/N let herself fall back into the pillows, making a sound that was both surprised and excited at the same time. He pushed himself over her until he had her completely trapped beneath him. His scent, fresh mint, enveloped her. She felt his bare skin on her belly, on her breasts. Immediately, the tips of her breasts become stiff. Her heart beat wildly, his face hovered just a few inches above her, and she could feel his fresh breath on her lips. Y/N felt him everywhere - his power, his heat. She was powerless to do anything but look at him. Her lips began to tremble, but he stopped that by kissing her. A brief tender kiss that melted everything inside her. He let go of her mouth. A breeze, a faint breath only, very delicate and cool as silk, brushed her face, followed by whispered words, "I want you." And then his mouth pressed down on hers again, insistent, demanding. Y/N pressed her body against his, starting to suck on his tongue, pressing her tits against his chest, and her thighs closed around his hips. And when he spread her legs wide and his hard member pressed against her through the fabric of his trousers, she became all soft and wet for him. Cor rubbed his hips against hers, and she moaned. There was nothing that could compare to the sensation of feeling his body hard and eager against hers, and knowing that she had pushed him this far. Suddenly he broke away from her, kneeling down. He loosened the belt of his trousers and Y/N sighed expectantly at the sight. Cor stripped off the rest of the clothes he wore on his body and let it go carelessly to the floor. The young woman admired his hard, masculine body and discovered many scars on his torso, which he undoubtedly owed to the battles he had fought. When her eyes caught sight of the object of her desire, she bit her lip in anticipation, for he was magnificently built. His member stood out magnificently between his thighs, which were reminiscent of hard marble columns. "Cor," she whispered, reaching for him. "I want you, too." He buried his face in her hair as they sank into the pillows. He pressed his lips to her ear, her neck, and the small hollow at the base of her throat. "I want to touch you." His hands slid over her firm tits, kneading them tenderly and craving at the same time. "I want to lick you..." Y/N shuddered at his words alone, and when he touched her skin with his hot tongue, she gasped. "Every part of your body" he murmured, sliding down a bit to take a breast tip into his mouth. She arched toward him, breathlessly whispering his name. At first gently and carefully pulled at the rosy bud, playing around it with his tongue, but then his lips closed more tightly around it, sucking more eagerly, and pleasure mingled with sweet pain. The young woman grabbed his hair.

The king's looked at the beautiful woman, and when Y/N opened her eyes, she saw that he was looking at her while his hands played with her breasts, tenderly pinching and rolling the buds until she moaned. "I want to taste you", he said, his voice a shade lower. Without warning, he grabbed her knees, holding them all the way up and spread wide. Y/N gasped in surprise, at the same time, she became very aroused. Cor slid his head between her thighs and his mouth lowered to her moist center to explore it with his tongue. This was far beyond her wildest fantasies. "Mhm... Cor..." She couldn't put into words how much she desired this man and how happy she was at the moment. There was no trace of a guilty conscience, because in the end she had finished with Drautos long ago and it was he who had driven her into the arms of another man. She regretted every moment she had wasted on Drautos. But now the only thing that mattered was Cor. "Mmm..." Cor purred softly, letting the taste of her nectar melt on his tongue, and by God, he could hardly stand not to be inside her. He licked her, sliding his warm wet tongue between her wet labia until he reached her clit, which he playfully circled before closing his lips around it and beginning to suck on it. Cor noticed the trembling of her body, but he held her in place. As he slid over the tight opening of her womanhood, he penetrated her with the tip of his tongue, and she cried out in pleasure. She seemed to literally explode, and wave after wave flooded her with pure bliss spreading from her center. And while the last aftershocks were still coursing through her, Cor continued. "Cor," she gasped, pulling at his hair. "Cor, please!" He eased off her, sliding kisses up her belly, and up to her face. He pushed her knees apart and slid between them, guiding the hard tip of his cock to her wet opening and slowly pushing into her. A soft whimper escaped Y/N, then she reached for him. Cor took her hands in his, intertwined his fingers with hers, leaned forward and pressed her hand into the pillows. "Y/N..." He pressed a little deeper into her and Y/N arched up to meet him, wrapping her legs around him. "Cor, oh God... come deeper!" That's when he finally thrust all the way into her, closing his fingers tightly around hers. Y/N's body trembled under his, as she was completely surrounded by lust. She longed to put her arms around him, to pull him closer. To whisper promises to him and hold him until he understood that she was his with all her heart. He held her hands with an iron grip as he made love to her beneath his body. "Y/N... ahh... you're..." His breathing was so heavy she could barely understand him. "I want you to be mine, Y/N. Now and forever." "Yes." She hugged him as tightly as she could. "Forever." His pace quickened; he squeezed his eyes shut as he gasped and moaned louder and louder.

She rolled her eyes back as she felt an incredible pleasure, for now he was rubbing against her most sensitive spot, causing her to experience even greater pleasure. Cor lowered his mouth on hers, kissing her as she again drifted toward climax. Y/N's legs fell wide apart, allowing him more room to thrust into her even faster and harder. The beautiful woman looked at the man above her and saw how gorgeous he was. His face bore witness to lust. Fine beads of sweat had formed on his skin, his body began to quiver and that's when Y/N knew he was also about to climax. And then suddenly he pulled out of her and he squirted his seed on her belly. This sight excited Y/N so much that she put her fingers on her throbbing clit and within a few seconds she also experienced an incredible orgasm that literally catapulted her to heaven. Panting softly and filled with the greatest happiness, Cor settled down next to her in the soft sheets and he pulled the young woman to his chest. Y/N closed her eyes; she was a little exhausted after this wonderful love making, but also more than happy. With gentle movements she stroked his strong chest and she could feel his scars under her fingertips. "I dreamed about you for a long time, Cor," she confessed softly and when he heard that, he had to smile. Cor couldn't believe his luck, because this beautiful creature felt the same. He put his fingers to her chin and gently lifted her face to look into her beautiful eyes. "I felt the same way, Y/N. I often imagined what it would be like to hold you in my arms and kiss you." The young woman gave him a warm smile before cuddling up to his warm chest. It was quiet around them and the only thing that could be heard was the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. But it was Cor who broke the silence first. "Are you going to tell him?" Y/N knew what Cor meant by that. "I have no intention of going back to him. My place is by your side." And that was a promise. But she wouldn't dare tell Drautos she had cheated on him with Cor. He would go crazy and probably tear her to pieces. The young woman looked up at Cor and when he gently touched her cheek, she closed her eyes. His caresses felt indescribably good and she sighed contentedly. "He would go crazy if he knew about this", she confessed softly and a deep sigh came from Cor. Drautos always seemed very calm and in control, but that was not always the case. "Did he ever hurt you, Y/N?" he asked cautiously and Y/N looked up at him again, regarded him silently for a moment, not sure what to say to him. Except for what had happened in his office this afternoon, he had never raised his hand to her. At least he had never slapped her or anything like that, yet on many occasions he had grabbed her harder and raised his voice against her. By the way he had handled her, he had eventually made her move away from him. "There have been situations where he has been very rough with me and he has yelled at me on many occasions. He took his bad temper out on me." When Cor heard that, he swallowed hard and closed his eyes for a moment. He had known. He had suspected it, and he regretted that he had not done something about it sooner. Cor wrapped his strong arms around her feminine body and held her close. She didn't deserve to be treated badly, no one did, but Y/N was very dear to him, and it pained him to know how she had really been doing with Drautos. She felt like she was in a protective cocoon and all her worries seemed to be blown away for a moment. "I just want to be with you, Cor.” "Come here, darling…" Kissing her softly, Y/N melted in his arms. She couldn't put into words how happy she was to have finally found her way to him.

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