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gwoongi · 5 years

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𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖽 ♥︎ jeongguk (ft namjoon)

𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖽 jeon jeongguk / reader (ft kim namjoon) genre: pornstar au, smut rating: explicit words: 4749

The sight of his shit-eating grin leaves Namjoon with a prickle of hot frustration that hurts when the video rolls to an end, with no flashy end credits or promotion. Just a black screen with his own idiot reflection staring back at him.

a/n: i……………i don’t know what came over me.

warnings: graphic sexual content, rough sex, porn themes, choking, impreg kink, creampie, squirting, daddy kink, loving sex, dirty talking, degradation/humiliation, unprotected sex, cum eating, porn couple, name-calling (slut shaming?), bisexual namjoon, dirty talk literally inspired by dirty talk i see in sexy stuff im sorry

Namjoon liked porn. Like virtually every guy in his fraternity, Namjoon watched porn almost daily. There was something addictive, like a drug, about visiting PornHub; porn was like an old friend he hadn’t seen in a while, and watching porn was like relieving an itch that he couldn’t quite reach.

“The fact that all you do when you get home is watch porn is just sad,” his friend Sunmi had said, with her cheek pushed up against the worn bicep of Namjoon’s one of many frat brothers, Hoseok. Namjoon had just scowled and said nothing, not feeling the need to defend his unrequited friendship with porn because, “everybody watches porn”. To him, it was kind of like gaming; everybody played games, some more than others. And Namjoon enjoyed exploring every category, watching searches with pretty thumbnails of peach genitals or cum-stuffed faces, holes leaking with it.

It was a Friday evening, the end of Namjoon’s long haul of work from a week of University. With an untouched linguistics assignment flashing to be given attention in his emails, Namjoon closed the tab and sighed loudly with a frown, rubbing the side of his face with his hand. Boredom was the bane of his life, and he could feel it slowly creeping up on him, wrapping like a snake to prey around his body and very slowly squeezing the life out of him. After a few moments of exhausting hesitation, Namjoon groaned and reluctantly reached for his laptop.

“When you’re bored, try and reach out to a friend,” was something his Mother had always said. Granted, she didn’t quite mean friend as a synonym for PornHub dot com, but at the end of the day, she never specified what a friend was or who the friend could be. And, look, Google filled in the blanks for him as he typed in ‘p’, and like a loyal good best friend, Pornhub logged him in automatically, his premium membership like a badge of honour.

Namjoon glanced at the time- ten fourty three in the evening, and the exhaustion from classes and his late afternoon shift at the Italian restaurant down the street still hung over him, despite the glorious view of cum-filled cunts and leaking dicks. Because, when dabbling with porn, Namjoon wasn’t picky. Life could throw a thousand warm wet vaginas in Namjoon’s face, or a thousand veiny cocks, and he’d still find himself with his hands stuffed down the front of his pants, begging for some kind of release. Sunmi’s old words echoed in his head- it was sad. What he was doing, and how often he did it, was actually the saddest thing in the world.

Unlike normal, Namjoon hovered his cursor over the categories, undecided on where to go to. He’d viewed every category to death, spending hours jerking to images of girls on all fours, dressed like cats, gags stuffed in their mouths; boys with big dicks up their asses, tears down their faces. You name it, and Namjoon has probably seen it, bought the t-shirt, left a rating. As he scrolls, Namjoon’s cursor lands on a category he admits is rather alien: Verified Couples.

Not that Namjoon is at all against love- in actual fact, he thinks that is what he yearns for most of all. Somebody he can take care of, and look after, and wake up in the morning next to and stroke hair from their face, all whilst simultaneously being able to shove their faces into the mattress and fuck them, and be fucked. He’s just never explored the Verified Couples section, because honestly, he thinks he might get a little jealous of either either party in the video. What if the girl is the hottest woman he’s ever seen before, and she’s being dominated by a guy Namjoon knows from three seconds isn’t good for her? And what if the sexiest man alive is wasting his time with a selfish girl who only cares about herself?

Regardless, Namjoon decides that today, this Friday of April, he is going to explore this category like Lara Croft in a new tomb.

He clicks, unbothered, and scrolls for a few seconds. Nothing is catching his eye; none of these thumbnails show him anything he’s never seen before, and they’re all painfully mediocre and white, some just plain weird with titles like “Abusing my husband with feet!”, which is certainly not going to make him feel good tonight. After a minute or two of bored searching, Namjoon almost realises why he never dapples into this section of porn when he pauses, mildly interested in a thumbnail and a title reading, “Rough sex with my girlfriend.”

The sight of the thumbnail takes his breath away; a man, with unbelievably toned thighs and a gorgeous curved ass holds his girlfriend like she is the last thing alive on the planet, his arms wrapped around her body, the skin bunching up like old Greek statues you’d find in galleries. She is made of marble and the guy is the sculptor, breathing life into her skin as he, from the thumbnail, holds her side with his left and her small tit with his right. The thumbnail moves as he hovers the cursor over it, and for a short few seconds, Namjoon watches the boy’s hand move from her tit to her throat, and the muscles in his hand suggest he is holding tightly, his hips meeting hers in a sweet kiss as she matches his thrusts.

Namjoon can already feel the discomfort tenting in his joggers and he clicks the video without a minute of hesitation.

It begins like most pornos, the sight of the boyfriend’s enlarged cock at the bottom of the frame, the delightful view of a V-line and honey abs filling the screen for a moment as the boyfriend fiddles with the camera of amazing quality. In the background, Namjoon sees the girlfriend, her body dressed in pointless coral lingerie, the sight of perked nipples soaking through and faded bites on her collarbones. Before enlarging the video, Namjoon checks the uploader: koopid. The bio reading, Fucking Y/N until she cries for me to cum inside her, signed by Jeongguk. Now he’s familiar with names, and it feels as though he’s watching in through the window, hiding behind curtains as Jeongguk fucks the living shit out of his unbelievably cute girlfriend Y/N.

“Mmm, you look so pretty, baby girl.”

Namjoon notes how sweet the unknown Jeongguk sounds, almost as if his voice had been dunked in honey, and his words were the glump of thick substance dripping down. He sucks in a breath when Jeongguk comes into view, naked for the world to see, a smile on his face Namjoon believes was made for him. He’s boyish enough for Namjoon to enjoy, and he leans back, allowing the couple to do what they intend to do.

“So fucking pretty,” Jeongguk comments between his teeth, his fingers looping around your underwear. “Who bought you this?”

“You did,” you reply, shimmying to aid Jeongguk as he slowly pulls your panties down the length of your thighs, smooth and newly shaved. Namjoon can see a shine. Marble. “Do you like it?”

“Mm, that’s right. I love it, baby,” Jeongguk says, lifting you with ease up and out of the panties, already relatively soaked from whatever foreplay he did beforehand to get you hot and flustered. “Are you gonna let me fuck you tonight, for everybody to see?”

A gasp leaves your lips. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he murmurs in reply.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Mm, good girl. You’re so good,” Jeongguk praises, kissing beneath your chin and encircling your arms around you. You grab onto his biceps for balance as he smooches the skin, with one swift movement setting you down on your back onto the plush pastels of the bedsheets, a whitewashed blue with pretty tiled patterns on the pillows. You lie there, staring at Jeongguk as he shadows over you, a hand on either side of your body. The muscles in his back flinch as he moves downwards in a curve, kissing a messy line from your chin to your sternum, leaving behind a visibly wet trail Namjoon follows with his eyes. “You’re so good for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, only for you, Daddy,” you squeak out, like a little kitten, a strangled and high-pitched moan leaving your lips as Jeongguk licks a line between your breasts, one hand palming a tit in circles, his thumb rubbing your nipple beneath the lace of the bralette. “Only for you.”

“I know,” Jeongguk acknowledges, rising up when he realises he’s prolonging things. “Keep being good for me, okay, baby?”

You mewl with a nod as he continues, getting off from his words, a vocal God, “you gonna let Daddy have your sweet little pussy, hm? Let me fill you up with my cock, fill your pussy with Daddy’s cum?”

“Please,” you breathe out, arching your back up as Jeongguk removes the bra with one hand, taunting his experience to the audience and helping you slip out of it, your perked breasts sloping upwards like tiny mountains, a delicious treat for Daddy. He contains a groan. Tonight, he wants to be mean. Tonight, Jeongguk wants to have you all, every inch of you, he wants to shove his cock so far inside of you that it hurts. For the first time on his channel, Jeongguk wants to be rough. He wants to put on a show, show everybody who you belong to. “Please. I want it- I want you to fuck me.”

Jeongguk palmed your breasts for a while longer, deciding what he was going to do with you. After a very short briefing in his head, Jeongguk hummed to himself as if thoughtfully pleased and moved between your legs, satisfied and proud when you spread them open for him. He let out a hiss between his teeth, looking at the wetness pooling between your legs.

“My, my,” Jeongguk comments. “All this for me?”

“All for you,” you confirm. He is so close, his touch burning, and you rise off the mattress impatiently, whining loudly. “Please, Daddy. I need you.”

Jeongguk makes a noise with his mouth, as if disappointed. He isn’t, but he knows how to push your buttons. He knows what to do and when to do it to get a reaction. “I don’t think you deserve my cock just yet. Daddy needs to hear what you want him to do to your precious little pussy. Hm? Tell me, tell me what you want me to do, baby.”

Namjoon thumbs his head, rubbing pre-cum like it was a new lotion. His cock was throbbing, pulsing as if breathing on its own.

“Please,” you begin, your voice enough for Namjoon to wrap his fingers around his cock in anticipation, “I need your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me, until I can’t walk. Please, please, you own me. You own my pussy. Ugh- I need-to feel you inside of me.”

Jeongguk almost has the nerve to look unsatisfied, but he reckons, and only because he knows the ratings depend on it, that he’s prolonged it enough. He knows what everyone’s here for. Even though he does, nobody else cares about what you have to say. He pretends to think about it, humming once more before smiling, dragging you down the mattress by your thighs so your wet cunt is closer to his dick. You writhe with anticipation as Jeongguk massages his cock for a few moments, sucking in a breath and then positioning the tip near your entrance. He’s going in raw today.

Underneath him, you moan as it teasingly prods at your entrance, throbbing for his length. From where he kneels between your opened legs, Jeongguk stares at your hair dancing around your head like a halo, the blush burning on your cheeks. With his mouth open with admiration, his heart widening out of pure love, Jeongguk remembers what he’s doing and without warning, shoves his cock inside, without giving you the chance to grow accustomed to his hardened length.

He’s big- Namjoon, behind the screen, can see that.

Beneath his body, and heavily breathing torso, you cry out with pleasure, a large and loud moan ripping out into the silence of your bedroom. It sounds like Heaven to everybody’s ears, Jeongguk responding with a grunt of pride, knowing only he can make you feel this good. He pulls out and thrusts back in roughly, without caring for how it hurts. From the angle of the camera, Namjoon gets a good view of Jeongguk’s dick pushing in and out of your hole, that tiny hole Namjoon thought nothing could ever get inside. He watches with wonder, his expression like a child in a sweets shop, as Jeongguk pulls you closer to him, pushing deeper inside.

“Feel good?” Jeongguk asks through laboured breaths.

“Yes!” you squeeze out, tightening around him. “Oh, yes!”

“Mm, you like Daddy’s cock?”

“I love your cock,” you rush out. “I love Daddy’s cock so much.”

“Hmm,” Jeongguk replies happily, the praise making his chest inflate with adoration and confidence. “I love how you take my cock, baby. Your pussy is so pretty with my cock inside.”

You fall silently shortly after that, save the erotic groans and moans and the distinct clapping of skin, like an applause for all your hard work. Namjoon pumps his own dick desperately, his eyes flitting from your face to your tits, the right cupped by Jeongguk’s large hand and the other bouncing gorgeously in the light, to the way Jeongguk’s ass clenches as he finds a new spot to abuse inside of you, a new spot to send you yelling out with pleasure; Namjoon shakily breaths out a moan as he stares at your gaping cunt, wet and glistening like a 90’s edit from Tumblr, Jeongguk’s dick moving in and out with wet sounds.

Jeongguk changes the pace, quickening his thrusts as if it doesn’t even matter. He gets drunk off the reaction, grinning with a soft chuckle as you cling to his skin like letting go will kill you, each thrust met with a yelp that increases in pitch and volume. Namjoon knows how this looks and sounds, but he doesn’t care anyway. His laptop is on its side as Namjoon frantically pulls his joggers down to pool around his ankles, his red and angry cock snuggling into his hand as he watches the pair of you, entangled together, lovers, in a sort of love Namjoon can’t even wet dream of having. He looks at the screen through a blurry gaze and sees you writhing with pleasure, tears slowly pulling down your flamed cheeks.

“O-oh, right there!” you mewl, your hands clenching around the skin on Jeongguk’s thighs. “Oh my God, Jeongguk, right there.”

He visibly falters, as if the screen glitched, and the hand wrapped around your tit moves up to your throat. The thumbnail- Namjoon groans out loud at the thought, remembering how it went. Jeongguk wraps his hand around your throat, his thumb where it needs to be, his eyes glued to your face observing your reaction. He wants to test how far you can go. He wants to make you cry, and hurt. He wants you to feel humiliated, embarrassed by how you beg for him to keep going deeper, faster, rougher. Jeongguk feels like a church-boy discovering sex for the first time, testing the waters on how many sins he can break before his Priest father comes into the room.

“Who said you could call me that?” Jeongguk sneers, his hand tightening slightly. You moan around the struggle, your eyes lidded and heavy with the euphoric weight of sex. “Hm?” Jeongguk’s hips stutter faster, rougher, sharply hitting a spot that sends you in a squealing mess.

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” you gasp. “‘m sorry. I won’t do it again. I’ll be good.”

“You’ve disappointed me,” Jeongguk admits. Then, quite suddenly, he stops moving, the absence of his pace sending you writhing with anxiousness. The threatening orgasm begs to spill over, like a nearly full glass that needs a few more drops before overflowing from the top. “You gonna make it up to me, little one?”

You nod against the sheets. “Yes, Daddy. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Okay, baby girl,” he agrees, He sits back on his heels and Namjoon watches with agonising anticipation as Jeongguk sits between his own legs, his feet behind him, pulling you from the mattress onto his lap where your own legs wrap around his tiny waist. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.”

Like a good girl, you don’t need to be told twice. Namjoon finds out from the way you look at your boyfriend between barely open eyes that you’re a total cockslut; you wrap your arms around Jeongguk loosely as you sit back down on his cock, like it’s your throne and you own it. It takes a moment for you to readjust to his size, sucking in a breath and rising up and down on it, doing all the work as Jeongguk watches with his tongue between his teeth, his arms up with palms flat on your back.

“Hmm, show everybody how good my cock makes you feel,” he instructs, moving his mouth to your nipple and giving it a light suck. It’s as if he’s taking a toothless bite out of a whip of ice cream, getting a taste before going in for the whole thing. He looks up at you between his thick eyelashes, “go on. Show them who’s making you feel good.” With one hand, Jeongguk kindly wipes away the tears from your face. “Don’t even think about cumming. You haven’t earned it.”

Namjoon can feel his body deepening with a hot flush as he watches- perhaps not entirely with want but with need, a need to be loved and fucked and held the way you are. He never realised how much he needed koopid in his life until he stumbled across it, and his heart panics with an unfamiliar lust when you rock your head back and look shyly at the camera.

Namjoon can see now that your face is hot, sweaty slightly and tear-stained, your lips swollen from whatever foreplay Jeongguk failed to include in the video. He doesn’t care- he’s torn between looking at your eyes and your tits, bouncing around Jeongguk’s lips, or your ass, moving with each deep sit you take on Jeongguk’s dick, his length buried in your warm cunt. He wants to see more; he wants to see your pussy stuffed with dick, he wants to see the cum pour out of you slowly like cake mixture. With his hand moving quickly up and down his own length, Namjoon can feel the nerves twisting inside of him, like the rise in volume slowly creeping, his orgasm nearing. You lift yourself up and down on Jeongguk’s dick like you were made for it, like you were the only person worthy of sitting on it.

“Dirty little slut, being selfish with my cock,” Jeongguk words around your nipple. “Huh? Look at you, taking in all my cock like a big brave girl. Bet everyone wants to see your pretty pussy.”

Yes, Namjoon says to himself. Please. Please.

“Do you want that?” he edges. “Want everyone to see how red and stretched your hole is for me?”

You don’t reply, stubbornly, fucking yourself onto Jeongguk’s dick like its your life’s purpose. Jeongguk doesn’t want to show people. He doesn’t want them to see everything on this one video- if they want to see your pussy stretched out and pretty for them, then they can check out your other videos. Namjoon’s a porn connoisseur; he know looks, and he knows that’s what Jeongguk wants as he glances you up and down and then at the camera. He smiles smugly, and the audience suddenly know it too. He’s not going to give you what you want. It’s his turn to be selfish. Namjoon moans out loud.

“Tell me baby,” Jeongguk asks, “what you want?”

“Please-please,” you gasp out, “please c-cum inside of me. Please. Please- oh, Guk, please, baby. I’m close. Please cum in me-fill me up?”

Jeongguk kisses your breast. “Do you deserve it, princess?”

“Y-yes, I do,” you reply. “I’ve been good for Daddy. I’m Daddy’s good little girl.”

“Mmm, you are,” he agrees. He kisses your breast sweetly once more, looking up to kiss you round on the lips. Around him, you groan, sending butterfly kisses across his lips and he smiles, half forgetting what he’s doing. From his smelly bedroom, Namjoon thinks it’s sweet. He wants to cum so badly.

“Okay, honey. I’ll cum inside of you this once,” Jeongguk complies. He pulls you flush against his chest, rearranging himself inside of you and then lifting his hips to match your rhythm. “Are you gonna be good for me?” You reply with moans.

Namjoon moves his hand so fast- he pumps his dick with a quicker speed, his mouth hanging agape as you moan sweetly above Jeongguk’s forehead, and then slowly look to the side at the camera, daring the audience, staring into the lens and by extension, right into Namjoon’s eyes. He wants to fall inside the screen, and rip you out of Jeongguk’s hands. He wants to be the one inside you. He also wants to be the one around Jeongguk, feeling his big dick stretch him out. Namjoon cries out- porn was so unfair.

“Bet you’d like that, you little slut,” Jeongguk grins, “wouldn’t you? Letting Daddy fill you up with his cum. Yeah? You want me to do that, put all my sperm inside you and make a baby?”

“Mmh, Jeongguk!”

“Look at you,” he continues, laughing slightly. “Look at how you take me. Your tiny little hole.” He scoffs with affection, “You’re a mess, baby. My little baby, taking my cock so well. I’m so proud of you.”

You cling to your boyfriend, your jaw slack as you groan and stare at the camera. Namjoon can feel his stomach twisting, his hands cupping at his balls for relief, imagining that one hand is you, and the other Jeongguk. He can feel his heart in his ears and his throat; Jeongguk buries himself deeper inside of you, gripping at your marble skin to drag you down and up onto his dick, the slapping skin no match for the moans pouring from your lips, and faintly, he can make out Jeongguk’s own moans, slightly high and breathy, indicating the end is near. Namjoon doesn’t know what to focus on.

Still watching the camera, you shake your head back and move one hand to Jeongguk’s throat, clenching it to hear him groan out with pleasure and pain beneath you, your face scrunching up as you slam yourself down onto his dick. It’s rough and wet with sounds that fill Namjoon’s ears, and Jeongguk’s hand comes down like a whip to smack your ass, a boob filling his face as you arch up with each smack, girlish moans escaping free. Namjoon can taste salt in his mouth, and blood from biting down on the inside of his cheek, and he almost screams out about how unfair life is because koopid is there and he is here, when you bow your head to Jeongguk and shiver.

“I wanna cum, Jeongguk,” you beg. “Please, baby.”

Jeongguk cocks his head with sudden kindness. “Okay, baby. I’ll let you cum. Cum for me, cum around my dick.”

Threefold sounds fill the remaining seconds; you cry out with relief and pleasure as you spill cum around Jeongguk’s dick, the white substance trickling down the running vein that pulses and Jeongguk stuffs his face in your neck, and Namjoon back home yells out with abused satisfaction, closing his eyes as his own relief spills out on his stomach and bedsheets, his fingers soaked with his own cum. He breathes in the fantasy of seeing his own cum pouring out of you, the way Jeongguk does once you’ve fucked yourself tired on top of him, and he lifts you up by your thighs to marvel as the sliding semen down your legs, clumped in your hole, dripping like a tap. Jeongguk’s dick vibrates between his legs and twitches at the sight. He doesn’t show the audience. They don’t deserve to see you. They don’t deserve to see what he’s done to you.

Jeongguk doesn’t even say goodbye; he lets the audience and his girlfriend catch their breath before he smiles down at you, adoringly, praises your hard work and shuffles himself towards the camera, where the sight of his shit-eating grin leaves Namjoon with a prickle of hot frustration that hurts when the video rolls to an end, with no flashy end credits or promotion. Just a black screen with his own idiot reflection staring back at him.

Namjoon needs more. His dick hurts and his head throbs, but he needs more- he physically needs to see more. His hands tremble as he clicks on koopid’s profile, observing the fifteen videos you have public. He doesn’t need to watch them all tonight, saving them for his lonely evenings, but he does click on “creampie in my girlfriends cute pussy”.

He knows it’s worth the overstimulation when he gets five minutes in and sees you squirt, unexpectedly, onto Jeongguk’s face and the bedsheets. Aside from the view and the surprised gasp that is ripped from your mouth, Namjoon hears Jeongguk’s throaty chuckle up close and personal, and he sees Jeongguk’s cocky smirk now that the boy has set the camera to the side, giving Namjoon a beautiful view of your cunt and the side of Jeongguk’s wet face.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself when Jeongguk manoeuvres himself back between your legs and thrusts, the sight of your cock-filled hole and the curve of Jeongguk’s toned ass filling his screen. Jeongguk cums noisily; he groans gruffly, sounding intimidating and the blood rushes to Namjoon’s cock and he cums unexpectedly, missing the grand finale of when Jeongguk pulls out after filling you up with his cum.

He grins to himself and moves the camera so everybody can see how pretty it looks; Namjoon stares, milking his own high, looking at how Jeongguk’s cum leaks out of you slowly. You’re filled with it, the dried mess staining your skin and your body rising with deep and heavy breaths. It’s pink and abused, your hole wide and clenching almost with each breath. Jeongguk’s hand comes into view, the other holding the camera shakily, and he pulls apart your lips to show the sight clearly. His fingertip curls around the substance and as you lift yourself up onto your elbows, Jeongguk switches for two fingers, lapping up the escaping cum and shoving it right in your mouth and on your tongue.

Namjoon cums again. It’s the third time he’s came this evening, and it’s the first time he’s ever added a channel to his favourites.

He’s not sure what it is about koopid that makes him feel so fucking good, but when Jeongguk heaves himself down next to you and flips the camera, showing the unfair gorgeousness of the pair of you fucked out next to each other, your hair slightly in Jeongguk’s mouth, Namjoon knows he wants more. He needs more. He doesn’t care if Sunmi calls him sad, but, Namjoon knows that there is nothing on Earth that can cure the want and need he has for koopid.

Jeongguk grins to the camera, looking at you against the sheets and Namjoon can see in his eyes the way he is so in love with you. You smile too, kissing his lips and curling up against his neck and the last thing Namjoon sees before his own dumb reflection again is Jeongguk smirking at the audience before leaving. Jeongguk knows what he has and how lucky he is. Namjoon isn’t sure how to feel when he realises that he’ll never have what you and Jeongguk have. He feels empty and pathetic with his cock out and a black screen looking at him.

He’s not sure who he’s jealous of. Jeongguk, for getting to stuff his fat cock into your hole and seeing you, hearing you, feeling you on a daily basis. Or you, for getting fucked relentlessly and lovingly by the best looking man he thinks he has ever seen. Maybe it’s both.

(It’s definitely both.)

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out-of-jams · 4 years

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The way that Kim Namjoon is the sexiest man alive. In both looks and brains.

#😩#i love intelligence #god

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lisanamjoon · 5 years

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people magazine better crown kim namjoon sexiest man alive one day

#bts #bts namjoon #bts persona #bts rm #방탄소년단 #boy with luv #bts photos #kim namjoon #kpop #bts festa #bangtan boys #persona #map of the soul #moonchild #namjoon pics #namjoon photo #bias #rm

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breadloafjin · 5 years

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glad to know ppl are recognizing Kim Namjoon as the sexiest man alive

#guy with the glasses #bts #joonie #txt post

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sadbangtan · 5 years

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hi i want to remind everyone that Kim Namjoon is the sexiest man alive but also the cutest and he will always be our baby boy he always does so good and he’s so pretty and smart and precious and he works so hard for us and we love him so much <3

#bts #bts rm #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon #rm

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tayegi · 7 years

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Something in the Way Pt. 2 (m)

CEO!Namjoon wolf AU

Description: When your student debts stack up too high, you decide to apply for a position to take care of Kim Namjoon’s heat for three days...

Warning: porn without plot

Part 1

Word Count: 6,866

The kiss is all tongue and teeth, and lasts exactly ten seconds before he abruptly breaks away to shove you face down against the table.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, his quiet voice the only sound in the deathly tense room. Until the noisy grind of his zipper being yanked down breaks through the silence.

You can feel your heart thumping in your throat, blood rushing to your face so quickly that you feel lightheaded. You can physically smell the precum beading at his undoubtedly swollen head as he pulls himself out of his trousers and pumps his leaking length so hard that lewd squelches echo in the cavernous room.

You bite your lip, trying to control your erratic breathing as you hurriedly shove your underwear to the side then stop to wait for the rest of his clothes to hit the ground. You clearly overestimate his patience.

As a result, his brutal intrusion into your heat hits you with the force of a head-on collision with a semi-truck. You fall forward at once with a cry of his name, hands scrambling for purchase on the fine wood of the dining room table. He thrusts again before you can find your respite, and you give up on all hopes of picking yourself off the table, resigned to press your cheek against the smooth oak as you simply take it.

"I'm so sorry," Namjoon grunts out as he repeatedly slams into you, his hips crashing into your ass so hard that the entire dining table squeaks back an inch with each thrust forward. It's too hard to be pleasurable. The only thought on his mind is getting off—his pent up frustrations make it impossible for him to even consider your comfort. You're simply a sex doll to him right now—just a way for him to appease the instinct to mate that has consumed him body and mind for the last few weeks. A normal human woman wouldn't survive the force of his ruthless lovemaking. Hell, your average wolf girl couldn't handle this either. But you're made of tougher stuff.

So instead of flinching back and curling up in pain like you want to, you force yourself to remain immobile on the dining room table, loosening your inner muscles to take him better. This isn't just sex with a hot older man right now. This is work. You have to do your best… Though this isn't going to be as easy as you previously thought.

You've only been with men your age before. Most of them have been fellow wolves, but you have been with one or two humans as well. All of them have been in their early twenties, within a year or two of your own age. So to be with a man over a decade older than you… It's strange to say the least. But beyond exhilarating.

His experience shows in the way he fucks you, hips slanted at the precise angle to best slip into you and stimulate your G-spot, and hands expertly splayed across your ass and lower back to direct you better. A man your age would not be able to fuck you with such artistic perfection. Especially not one in heat. You'd been expecting a quick rut, then a long nap with gatorade and plenty of snacks. Not this.

He's fucking you too hard for it to be entirely pleasurable. In fact, the pain eats up the small trickle of pleasure. But he does it with such grace that even the pain is delectable. It's clear that it's not a boy who's fucking you right now, but a man.

And when the seconds stretch to minutes, it becomes apparent that this isn't his first heat. He's not like those other college fuckbois who jizz in their pants after thirty seconds of groping during those seventy-two hours. This man is a marathon runner in comparison to all the previous sprinters in your life.

Another few minutes pass before you lose all feeling in your legs. You're leaning your full weight on the table at this point, so worn down by his persistence that you couldn't move even if you wanted to. But luckily, at that minute, Namjoon's hips begin to stutter and his steady pace goes out of whack.

"You feel so fucking good," he groans into the crook of your neck, "So fucking—oh shit." He stiffens for a second when his orgasm takes him by surprise. Then he's wildly surging forward, burying himself inside of you as deeply as he can as he rides out his high.

The brutish, animalistic growl that erupts from his mouth as he empties himself inside of you will forever be etched in your mind as the single sexiest sound that's ever graced your ears. You can feel the way his hands dig into your skin and how his entire body trembles from the force of his pleasure. Fuck, feeling him lose himself is even better than experiencing the orgasm yourself. As a result, you don't feel one hint of disappointment when he finally slips himself out.

"Are you okay?" he breathlessly asks, hands remorsefully massaging the marks where his fingernails dug in too hard on your hips.

You hurriedly nod your head, trying to conceal all your weaknesses before him, "Yeah, of course!" But when you attempt to push yourself to a standing position, your still-tingling legs immediately give out from under you. "Oh!"

Namjoon luckily catches you before you can fall face down on the table again. "Shit, I went too hard, didn't I?" he asks as he curls an arm around your waist to keep you upright, "You should've said something, ___."

"It wasn't that bad," you protest, even as you grip onto his shoulder for dear life, "You don't have to worry about me, Mr. Kim."

He chuckles as he guides your feeble body out of the room, "I know you selected everything on my list like a crazy woman… But you're going to have to let me know if anything goes beyond your comfort zone, okay? Just tell me to stop and I will in a heartbeat."

Your stomach flipflops at his unexpectedly considerate words, "I… I can do that, sir."

He smiles at that, dimples flashing, "Great… Now get on the bed so I can repay the favor."

You've been so distracted by his close proximity that you didn't realize that he had led you into the bedroom until your knees hit the edge of the mattress. You quickly whip around to stare at him with wild eyes, but he simply laughs.

"I thought you'd be more comfortable on the bed, ___. I apologize for taking you against the table like some kind of animal… That was… out of character and I promise to be more gentle."

You hastily shake your head, even as you obediently crawl onto the bed on all fours for him, "Don't do that. You can do whatever you'd like to me…" To emphasize your point, you slowly unhook your bra before twisting around to sit against the headboards, displaying your naked chest for him. As expected, his eyes immediately catch on the action. As though possessed, he moves forward, closer to the allure of your nude body.

It hasn't been five minutes since he came inside of you, and he's already thirsting after your body again. It's surprisingly flattering and you can't help but smile as you push your ruined underwear off your legs and spread them for him. Then you cock your head to the side with faux innocence, "And what is it exactly that you'd like to do to me, Mr. Kim…?"

He flashes you a charming smile as he slowly begins to undress at the foot of the bed. His suit jacket has long been forgotten, thrown across a chair somewhere in the foyer when he first entered the house, and his tie has been loosened to his collarbones from the overwhelming heat. Consequently, it takes him no time at all to pull his tie off and undo the buttons of his expensive silk shirt. One hard tug, then the fabric is pooling at his feet, leaving his torso bare for your consideration.

Your hungry eyes scan up and down his toned chest with interest. In his sharply tailored suits, you would've never expected lean muscle to be lurking under his deceptively slender figure. Damn.

You look up just in time to find him pushing his pants and boxers down his thighs, then stepping out of them entirely. Your face heats up at the sight of Kim Namjoon in all his naked glory, lithe muscles flexing with every step towards you on the bed, and swollen cock jutting proudly against his stomach. It's a quick refraction time, even for a wolf in heat, but you're not in any way surprised that he's hard again. Not when he's looking at you like you're a tasty little treat to gobble up.

Namjoon slowly climbs after you, each knee ominously sinking into the feathery mattress. It takes a few seconds for him to reach you on the enormous, king-sized bed. By the time his warm hands are soothing apart your legs, your heart is beating so hard in your chest that you have no doubt he can hear it with his keen wolf ears.

A predatory gleam overcomes his dark eyes as he shamelessly devours the sight of your wet heat. He runs his tongue over his sharp canines before glancing up to flash you a grin, "You're so beautiful."

Flustered by the compliment, you break eye contact to nervously bury your face in your hands. But then the feeling of something incredibly hot and wet against your core makes you jerk in surprise. You glance down and almost jump out of your skin at the sight of Namjoon lying on his stomach, large fingers curled around your thighs and head buried between your legs. You flinch again when his tongue slides up your slit again. Next to your sides, your fingers twitch with the urge to grab his hair and force him to stop teasing. He just wants a taste, that's all. It's his wolf instincts urging him to sample the fertility of a mate. You can't allow yourself to enjoy this, because you'll be too disappointed when he stops.

True to your prediction, he only laps at your clit for a few more seconds before his tongue dips back down inside of you, swallowing up your profuse arousal before it can drown him alive. He sucks hard to clean you of the copious fluid, then raises his head to tongue at your clit again.

This time, you can't stop yourself from throwing your head back and groaning. It feels so good that frustration bubbles up your throat. His tongue is unbelievably slick and delicious… but you need more. The lazy, unhurried swirls of his tongue only serve to drive you wild with desire.

Of course he can do whatever he wants to you—it's his money. But you would've never guessed that he'd spend his dime torturing you.

Clearly, you've underestimated his sadism.

"S-sir," you choke out when he finally wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a little kiss.

"Hmm?"

Your nails dig into your palms when he lightly sucks, "Hnng. I… I…"

He chuckles as he sucks again, plush lips cushioning your sensitive nub so well as his tongue slickens his actions. "I'm going to need you to use your words," he wryly informs you when he pulls away for a quick breath.

"I… I just thought—ah!" you cry out again when he laves his tongue against you again, "Shit. Maybe you should just fuck me."

"Didn't you just say I could do whatever I wanted to you?" Namjoon points out in amusement as he flicks his tongue against you again.

Your face scrunches up with pain when he continues to lick and nibble on you, never giving you the pressure you need. No matter how delicious his tongue feels, it'll take you forever to cum like this—if you could actually cum from this, that is. All you want to do at this point is to flip him on his back and sit on his face until he suffocates. You want to grind on that sinfully hot mouth, riding his tongue until you finally get some relief. But you don't allow yourself to move one inch. Because this isn't about you right now; it's about him. And if torturing you to insanity is what gets him off, then so be it.

As the minutes pass, his motions grow more and more lethargic until he's simply touching his tongue to your clit with almost no movement. You'd do anything to grab his hair and sit on his face. It's so painful to be put on the edge with no relief in sight that tears of frustration prickle at your eyes. He looks up in interest, "Gonna cry, sweetie?"

You pause for a moment to search for the right words. "Well… if I do, please just ignore me."

This makes him laugh. "Have I accidentally landed myself with a masochist? Don't tell me you actually enjoy this pain."

You bite down on your bottom lip, "I already told you that you could do anything you wanted to me. I won't go back on my word, sir."

"It's rare to meet a woman with self-control like yours," he marvels, "Tell me: what would it take to get you to snap?"

On instinct, you glance down, and are instantly horrified by the morbid curiosity that lights up his eyes, "Mr. Kim…"

He laughs at the panic in your wide eyes, "I'm just kidding, sweetheart. I wouldn't do that… just not yet, anyways… So tell, me, baby: what would you have me do if you were the one in charge?"

A thousand images flash through your mind, too filthy to put into words.

"Come on, baby," he urges you when you remain silent, "What would you do? Have me suck your pretty little clit until my jaw goes numb? Or would you rather smother me between your thighs?" His lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he takes in your dumbfounded expression, "Come on, ___-ah. Don't be shy. Just tell me what you want from me, and I might just give it to you…

"If you ask nicely, that is."

Your jaw drops to your feet. You would've never expected the seemingly calm and collected older man to be such a fucking tease. You've made a mistake, agreeing to sleep with him. There's no way you'll survive this.

"Mr. Kim," you cautiously test the waters, "I would like you to… to make me cum," you stammer, blushing hotly at the scandalous words leaving your mouth. You've never engaged in any dirty talk before. But then again your sex life has been the epitome of vanilla before this. Once more, you're reminded of how utterly out of your league you are.

He hums in response, "That wasn't very nice, ___."

You gulp, "Um… I would like you to make me cum…. Please?"

"That's better," he purrs, "Now tell me, sweetheart: would you like my tongue or my fingers?"

Your mind whirls with indecision. Both sound like such delightful options that you resent having to choose… That skillful tongue of his, or those long, slender fingers…? It's unfair and downright cruel for him to make you pick just one. Namjoon chuckles as he watches your internal struggle, and shifts up so he can breathe directly on your drenched pussy lips, making you shiver with anticipation. However, in the process, he shuffles a bit on the bed, and your keen eyes don't miss the way his hips grind against the mattress briefly before he catches himself.

He's not just teasing you, but himself as well.

A smirk unfurls across your face as you tuck away that piece of information. Then you turn to look directly into his eyes, "Forget that… Mr. Kim… I think I'd rather ride you."

You watch with relish as his pupils instantly dilate and his jaw clenches. Maybe on a different day, he'd punish you for your insolence. But today, his self-control has been shot to bits, and without any thought of retaliation, he jumps up to sit against the headboards.

He raises an eyebrow at your amused expression, "What are you waiting for? Come take a seat," he says, gesturing to his lap with a lascivious smile.

He's easy to manipulate, you muse to yourself as you gleefully swing your legs over to straddle him, mentally celebrating your victory. You've ended his extended torture and now you get to ride him to your heart's content.

You're practically humming in satisfaction as you grab him by the base to line up with your entrance. His breath catches at the feeling of your hand, but before he can regain his breath, you sink down in one swift motion until your ass is cradled against his tensed thighs. Then neither of you can breathe at all.

"God, you feel so good," Namjoon rasps, his just-dried skin already beading with sweat again as he heaves for air, "And you take me so well… Good girl."

You try not to let his praise get to your head as you begin to roll your hips against him in fluid waves, "Mmm, your cock is so big, sir. I can barely move."

"Sorry, baby girl," he grunts, "I should've prepared you better. Stretched you out with my fingers or something. But I'm so weak and I couldn't hold back."

"Don't apologize sir," you bite back a moan with a particular roll has his dick reaching that spot inside of you that has your brain spinning, "This feels incredible."

Namjoon's hands, lazily cupping your breasts a second ago, suddenly fly down to grab at your ass when you quicken your pace, rutting against him with all you've got.

"That's it, baby," he rasps, kneading your ass in silent encouragement, "Keep riding me just like that… make me cum."

His filthy words make your core clench with need. None of the immature boys you've fucked around with could've said this to you without sounding utterly ridiculous. But the way Namjoon sounds… his deep, rumbling voice barely audible above your moans, and quiet confidence suffusing every syllable…

It makes you so wet that lewd squelches echo around the room every time you drop yourself onto his lap. Your cheeks heat with embarrassment, but the desire in the pit of your stomach is so voracious that you can't bring yourself to stop for even a second.

He's already had his release whilst you've been mercilessly brought to the brink not once, but twice. And god forbid that happen a third time. Not over your dead body.

All thoughts about work or how you're supposed to be getting him off, not the other way around, slip from your mind as you vigorously ride him, desperately chasing your high with all you've got. Soon, it's not enough to simply grind on his lap anymore, and you find yourself rising to your haunches to violently impale yourself on his cock.

Namjoon does not move a single inch to help you the entire time, satisfied to lean back against the headboards and watch you slam yourself against him like a woman possessed. If you were soberer, you might've been embarrassed by the way his eyes devour you with uncommon scrutiny, but as it is, you're so intoxicated by lust that you can't consider anything but your own need. It's like you're the one in heat, not him. It's ridiculous that he doesn't have to move a single inch and you're already losing your mind.

But he feels so fucking god, stretching you to the max and filling you up so good that you can feel him in the back of your throat, that you can't hold yourself back. The heat builds and builds in your chest until it reaches its boiling point.

"Namjoon!" You cry out when you finally burst into flames, eyes squeezed shut from the force of your pleasure and every muscle clamping. Your entire body tenses, your spine as rigid as a board, as wave after wave of bliss flows through you. Finally, after a long minute that seems to last a lifetime, the pleasure runs its course and you collapse against the older man, sweaty and boneless.

"Did you just call me by my first name?" his amused question cuts through the brief moment of peace.

Then you're jerking upright, eyes wide and face draining of color as you realize your mistake, "Oh my god," you gasp, "I… I didn't mean that. I don't know what got into me, sir. I am so sorry."

He simply chuckles and gives your ass a little swat, "Don't be. You can make it up to me by making me cum… You've done so well, baby girl, but why don't you get on your hands and knees and let me take over?"

You hazily consider his suggestion for a few seconds. Your mind is woozy with exhaustion and your legs feel like jelly. It would be nice to just lie down and rest your heavy eyelids while he does all the work….

Suddenly, a flashback to his office two weeks ago explodes across your closed lids. Your eyes burst open as you remember the way you had lunged forward to grab his hand desperately between both of yours.

I won't let you down, sir... I'll work myself to the bone for you.

Even weeks later, you can practically hear the earnestness in your voice. You had made some big promises to land yourself in this position. And it's time for you to earn your keep.

So when Namjoon moves to pull you off his lap, you jerk forward to grab his wrist, startling him in the exact same way you had two week ago in his office. You can see the confusion on his face, so you tighten your grip on his hand and turn to stare him straight in the eye, "No."

His jaw drops in shock, "Wh-what?"

You wet your lips with your tongue before shaking your head, "I'm not going to let you take over, Mr. Kim. You told me to make you cum. So I will."

He opens his mouth but at that moment, you sit up and drop on yourself on him so hard that you ass hits his thighs with a loud smack. The protest immediately dies in his throat, replaced by a deep groan of your name that sends heat rushing back to your core embarrassingly quick. Despite the twinge of pleasure, you're so sore from your vigorous orgasm just a minute ago, and hypersensitive that the pain overwhelms any possible pleasure, making you cringe with every thrust of your hips.

Your entire body is on fire at this point, every muscle screaming in protest and your thighs quivering like leaves in the wind as they threaten to give out from under you. You claw at Namjoon's shoulders for dear life, hanging on for support and praying that your body doesn't fail you as you fight through the exhaustion and slam yourself down on him, faster and faster.

Namjoon knocks his head back against the headboard, exposing his graceful neck to you as his eyes squeeze shut and moan after delicious moan comes tumbling out of his mouth. His tan skin is flushed with heat, profuse sweat coating every inch and slicking the areas where your body meets his. Long, slender fingers flutter uselessly at your hips, as though to grab them, but he doesn't dare interrupt your reckless pace for even a second. Instead, he digs his nails into the sheets underneath him, twisting them so hard that the luxurious, thousand-count fabric nearly tears.

He's getting close. You can tell by the way the prominent muscles in his slim build clench over and over, lean abs flexing with each ragged breath he takes. So you ignore the burning pain of your exhausted body and continue the herculean feat of riding him like he's a bucking stallion. Another thirty seconds of this agony, then Namjoon is suddenly grabbing you by the hips hard enough to bruise, holding you still as he empties himself into you with a hoarse shout of your name.

He doesn't let you move for a long second as he moans and paints your walls white. Finally, when he can breathe again, he falls back against the mattress with a deep sigh and allows you to ride out the remainder of his orgasm with slow swivels of your hips until he shivers from overstimulation and loosens his grip on your waist.

The moment he lets you free, you collapse on top of him in an undignified pile, muscles twitching uncontrollably as you try to catch your breath.

"Damn, baby girl," he rumbles as he runs his fingers through your sweaty hair, "Are you okay?"

You shakily nod against the crook of your neck, too wearied to speak. You realize that you're probably uncomfortably warm against him and sticking to him with sweat, but you can't bring yourself to move one inch. You never thought your wolf strength could ever be depleted, but here you are, proving yourself wrong.

Namjoon hums in satisfaction as he continues to pet your hair. The comfortable silence lasts a few minutes, in which your sweat manages to dry and your breathing evens out, before he speaks again, "Do you have a car?"

You barely muster the energy to pull your head up to look at him in surprise, "What?"

He simply smiles as he slides a hand up to cup your ass, "How do you get to school every morning?"

"Um… there's a bus that leads to campus, sir."

"Would you like to drive instead?"

You blink at him in confusion. He can't be saying what you think he's saying… right? "Sir, I'm not sure where this is coming from…"

He chuckles, "These three days with me will pay for your tuition and some student loans, is that correct? But what about your transportation? …Or your rent?"

Your mind is still trying to recover from an earth-shattering orgasm and can't begin to process his confusing words just yet, "I… I can figure it out."

"Wouldn't it be easier if I just gave you a hand, ___? For a price, of course…"

"Mr. Kim… Are you… are you saying that you want to continue our deal? Even after your heat ends?"

He laughs at that, and for a moment you're terrified that you've gravely misinterpreted his words, but then he grabs you by the back of the neck to pull you down for the first kiss since that messy exchange at exactly moonrise. Before you can melt against his lips, Namjoon pulls back to fondly stroke his thumb over your cheekbones, "Your hard work has paid off, ___," he teases, "You've officially won me over."

Your cheeks warm at the compliment and the reminder of your immature actions in his office all those weeks ago. You take a deep breath to collect your wits about you and politely smile down at him, "You're in heat right now, Mr. Kim. Your hormones are clouding your judgment, and you're saying things you don't actually mean right now."

But his grin only widens, "You drive a hard bargain, Miss ___. Fine. How much are all of your undergraduate loans in total?"

Your mouth dries, "Sir, I—"

"I will happily write you a check right now if you agree to ride me like that once a week."

Oh god… he's insinuating a continuation of your relationship beyond these three days. It's so crazy to think of that you can't wrap your mind around the idea. "Mr. Kim—"

"Is that too much to ask? Fine. Once a month. But I get to taste that delicious little pussy of yours every other week."

"Sir, you are not thinking properly right now!" you exclaim, flustered by his proposal.

"You're right," he good-naturedly agrees, "Just paying off your loans doesn't allow you any spending money. Here's a new deal: You ride me and let me eat you out once a month, but accompany me for dinner every Saturday. In return, I'll pay your loans, your tuition, and your living costs. And what kind of car do you prefer?"

"This is… this is way too much!"

"A pretty girl like you should have a bit of jewelry, too…" he continues, undeterred by your protests, "Let me kiss you goodnight after our Saturday dinners, and we'll pick out some diamonds after this."

This is way too fucking insane. You only signed on as a contract worker for tuition money in exchange for three days of work. But a permanent situation as one of the richest men in Korea's personal sugar baby? It's much too extravagant for someone as lacking as you. He's clearly still high on the rush. You need to just distract him.

"Let's go clean ourselves off, Mr. Kim," you coax, trying to change the subject, "I'll suck you off in the shower."

His eyes darken, clearly enticed by the offer. And in the next second, he's shooting up to race to the bathroom, your hand clutched tightly in his own.

"Can you take me from behind?" you ask in a raspy voice, throat torn raw by his face-fucking mere minutes ago. You're wrapped in a fluffy towel, perched on the edge of the bed as he dries your hair for you with unexpected tenderness.

"Excuse me?" he says with a playful raise of his eyebrows.

You blush, but continue on, "I'm sorry, sir. I can try to ride you again if that's what you want, but my stamina is almost completely out. It would be much easier if you took control…"

He pauses in toweling off your hair to look you in the eye. You shiver and bite back the urge to shy from his dark gaze as the seconds tick by. Then, he suddenly laughs.

"You're cute."

"I… I'm sorry?"

He laughs again as he affectionately swoops down to peck your lips, "You are so fucking cute. Now come on, baby. Lift up your arms for me."

Confused, you do as he says. And you're beyond confused to find him pulling an oversized shirt of his over your head, dressing you instead of undressing you like you expected.

"Sir…?"

He smiles at your confusion and wraps both arms around your waist before pulling you down with him so you tumble onto the bed in a jumbled mess of limbs, "I'm giving you exactly five hours to sleep, ___," he informs you as he pulls the sheets over both of your bodies. "I know it's not enough... but I'm hard even as we speak, and it's going to be fucking torture not being able to touch you for even a minute, so be grateful that you get to sleep at all."

"Ah, if you're hard, I am more than happy to—"

But Namjoon catches your wrist before you can snake your hand between his legs, "Don't tempt me right now," he grumbles, "I don't want to break my lovely little pet after only playing with her once. We have a lot more fun to look forward to."

"Oh?" you ask in genuine confusion, "Like what?"

"Well, first of all, I'm going to cum on every inch of your body… Then I'm going to make you push all of my cum back inside of you and hold it in until I say so… You better not let a single drop spill, baby girl."

You gulp at the filthy words coming out of his mouth. "And what if I do?" you ask in morbid curiosity.

"Then I'm going to make you cum."

"What?" you scoff, unable to see the punishment in that, "That doesn't sound like a bad thing…"

His mouth twists up in a malicious grin, "Just you wait, baby girl… just you wait…

"When I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to stop."

There’s only one more part in this, but please do not ask about when I’ll update. Thank you <3

#namjoon smut #namjoon scenarios #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts scenario #something in the way

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fantasyhoevillage · 7 years

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How come no one asked for Sex with Daddy Joonie.. Like Kim Namjoon the sexiest man alive So that's my request.... Please and thank you (Unless u did it before and I didn't see it)

I had 2 request for him that I accidentally deleted but I just posted it 💕

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fcktaekook · 7 years

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Lay Me Down [Oneshot]

Title: Lay Me Down Genre: Fluff Pairing: Taekook / Vkook Prompt: After sex fluff

This is my way of thanking everyone! ♥ Hope you guys will like this oneshot that was inspired from Sam Smith’s Lay Me Down. I personally think that his songs fits Taehyung’s voice very well.

Music Playlist: 1. Lay Me Down – Sam Smith 2. What Is Love – EXO K 3. Bae Bae – BIGBANG 4. Hold Me Tight – BTS

ENJOY READING AND THANKS AGAIN FOR 2K FOLLOWERS!

Yes, I do, I believe That one day I will be Where I was right there Right next to you

The moon is shining beautifully as it brightens up the dimly-lit room that is currently being shared by two restless individuals who had found comfort in each other’s side.

It was a cold night.

But their tangled legs, heavy sighs, breathy moans, and heated embraces makes it all warm.

And Kim Taehyung feels like he live for these nights.

The moon and the stars Are nothing without you

Beneath ruined sheets and a messed up blanket lies their bare intermingled bodies.

And he is willing to give everything to the world just to have the time be stopped so he can cherish the sleeping man beside him longer.

Because the sight of Jeon Jeongguk sleeping peacefully was something you won’t forget.

And it’s all his to see.

Only his.

Your touch, your skin Where do I begin?

During rare nights like this that they got to spend their night alone in private (Courtesy of him kicking Namjoon out of his and Jeongguk’s shared room) and because they have been too busy for their upcoming comeback to have more time with each other that Taehyung spends the entire night staring at this gorgeous man he call his.

The way his long eyelashes flutter whenever his nose scrunches up because of his rhinitis.

Those thick, yet daring eyebrows occasionally moving when he felt someone was intruding his bed, but will soon breathe softly when he realized that it was him.

How his cupid bow lips forms a small pout when he felt like Taehyung’s warmth left his side, followed by his strong, yet caring arms unconsciously reaching out to his side like he was looking for him.

Moments like these were what keep him awake; no matter how tired he is because seeing Jeon Jeongguk in the end of the day is enough to make him feel alive over and over again.

These things were enough to make Kim Taehyung’s heart swell with love and pride, because he was his to touch,

To hold,

To kiss,

And to spend an eternity with.

Can I lay by your side? Next to you, you

It was a cold night.

But their intertwined hands, tangled bodies, and the sound of Jeongguk’s soft breathing makes Taehyung feel warm.

The moon is shining beautifully as it brightens up the dimly-lit room.

But the shine in Jeongguk’s eyes as it starts to open did not just made the room way brighter, Taehyung ponders.

He starts to think that Jeongguk can easily make his heart burn with his light.

“Babe? Why are you still awake?” The awakened Jeongguk asks through his hoarse, sleep induced voice that Taehyung won’t ever get tired of hearing when he woke up to his boyfriend’s soft caresses to his face.

Taehyung smiled lovingly in return, still resuming his caresses and Jeongguk has decided that he won’t mind being woken up by this every day.

“Mhm, I am just admiring the sexiest man in South Korea that is currently sharing a bed with me.” Taehyung mumbled in reply.

“I seriously thought you were talking about yourself for a second there.”

“Hush, flattery won’t get you anywhere Gukkie~”

And Jeongguk chuckled at this, leaning to his lover’s hand and kissed his palm lovingly – making Taehyung sheepishly smile back at him and he can’t ask for anything else anymore but to be with this man all throughout the remainder of his life.

And make sure you’re alright I’ll take care of you

“I wanna marry you right now.” Jeongguk cheekily said while staring back at him with those eyes he had fallen in love from the start.

And Taehyung thought that the night won’t get any better than this.

With a cherry-shaded face, Taehyung managed to pinch his cheek, earning a giggle from the younger. “Gukkie! That’s not something to be used as a joke you know!” He pouted.

And Jeongguk grinned; showing off his large, adorable front teeth then held the hand that was pinching his cheek and sighed.

“I am not joking, Kim Taehyung.” He stated, making the older smile. Doe eyes sparkling in pure happiness that Jeongguk knows he is the only one reason behind it.

I don’t want to be here If I can’t be with you Tonight

Beneath ruined sheets and a messed up blanket lies their promise to stay with each other forever.

“I don’t care if Korea doesn’t allow us, we can get married overseas. Heck, we can even do it on our next world tour!” He added, internally berating himself because he planned to propose to Taehyung in ways sweeter than just him stating his future plans for them on a post-sex afterglow like what he had just done.

But then Jeon Jeongguk drank in the sight of a flushed Taehyung, happy tears flowing in knowing that he wasn’t the only one who wanted to spend a lifetime with the other.

And he suddenly thought it was one of the best decisions he made in his entire life.

Because he is willing to do everything, just to see his beloved angel happy.

Lay me down tonight Lay me by your side

Warm pair of lips melded with each other softly, sealing their promise.

Foreheads bumping, eyes meeting, and hearts being filled with utter devotion as they stay still; not wanting the time to pass by.

“I don’t care how or where…” Jeongguk started, cradling the other’s face in his hands, slowly closing their gap again with a chaste kiss that always drives Taehyung crazy.

“…Because being able to see your surname change from Kim to Jeon is what matters the most.” And Taehyung thought he can die from there and then.

Jeongguk then smiles, loving the baffled yet pleased look on his lover’s face as he slowly nods back like the gears in his head turns back on track again.

He loves this dork so much, he always kept saying.

Taehyung then wiped his tears away, showing his box-shaped grin and kissed Jeongguk back, pouring all his emotions to the way he fit their lips together like missing puzzle pieces.

“Jeon Taehyung? Sounds perfect.”

“Of course it will, you are only for me.”

“And for you alone.”

Can I lay by your side? Next to you, You

It was a cold night.

But their promise of forever makes everything feel warm.

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Holy Poseidon (I’m Hooked on You)

Title: Holy Poseidon (I’m Hooked on You) Pairing: Taehyung/Jeongguk Rating: Mature Genre: The Little Mermaid AU, Romance, Fluff, Comedy, Wordcount: 7,000 Chapter: 1/7

Summary:

Prince Jeon Jeongguk of Busan (better known as South Korea’s Sexiest Prince, crowned not once, but three times by GQ Korea) is in love. Stupidly, undeniably, irrevocably in love.

The object of his affection is, however, questionable.

A tale (tail?) of shitty haikus, even shittier fish puns, accidental hair dyeing, cursing entire bloodlines, and Jeongguk passing out so often it can’t be good for his health.

Read at: ao3 or under the cut!

There are three lessons to be learnt, Jeon Jeongguk thinks.

First, never underestimate the power of bad vibes. Of course, when the aforementioned bad vibes are coming from a certain Kim Namjoon it would probably be in everyone’s best interest to take his advice. He is, after all, the noble advisor of Crown Prince Jeon Jeongguk. Jeongguk’s pretty sure he didn’t get to his position by bullshitting his way up the ranks.

Then again, when said advisor uses words like bad vibes and negative juju, man, Jeongguk wonders just how much of his advice is legitimate and how much of it is bullshit. What had been going through his father’s thick skull when he had looked at Kim Namjoon and decided it was a good idea to appoint him as the advisor and life coach of the beloved Prince of Busan, Jeongguk isn’t too sure. But he should probably look into that.

The second lesson, Jeongguk surmises, is that life is fleeting and thus, precious. He’s not quite sure where the second point derives from, but after spending nearly all of his time with Namjoon he was bound to pick up on his philosophical bullshit sooner or later.

Bullshit? Absolutely. But unfortunately, also true. Life is, in fact, fleeting and precious and Jeongguk had clearly been unaware of this fact. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and doted on by millions of people, Jeongguk has always been on top of the food chain, unaware that his life is an insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things.

And the final—and arguably most important—lesson is that death fucking sucks. Namjoon had once told him that during one’s final moments, they will be overcome with an overwhelming sense of tranquillity and utter peace. Almost like their body is doing them one last favour before they leave the world of the living and transcend into the beyond.

Now, Jeongguk’s unsure of what kind of utter bullshit Namjoon had been feeding him the past several years (and why he’d chosen to believe him), but he is slowly coming to the realisation that it’s probably for the best if he lets Namjoon go. If he survives, that is. Which, by the looks of things, the likelihood of his chances at survival is getting slimmer and slimmer by the moment, which sucks because Jeongguk has really wanted to be the one to send Namjoon packing.

He should’ve turned the ship back the minute the waves started getting choppier. Should have listened to Namjoon’s complaints that started as moans of bad vibes, your highness that slowly began to decline into retching and vomiting (seriously, who decided it was a good idea to appoint Namjoon, someone who got seasick easily, as Jeongguk’s—the prince of Busan, a fucking fishing port—advisor?) at some point of their voyage and turned back. Should’ve have steered the ship back towards the shores of Busan—to safety—when he watched his crew dart around on deck, trying to desperately hold the ship together against the rocking waves.

There’s a lot of things he should have done, but he supposes all that is too late now, especially when he’s been thrown spectacularly overboard and is currently trying his hardest not to drown. Which, all in all, doesn’t sound like too much of an impossible feat for a prince like Jeongguk, per se. But when he is battling waves the size of houses with no ship in sight, prospects aren’t looking too hot.

Another wave crashes on top of him, dragging him underwater for a heart stopping moment before he manages to resurface. Honestly speaking though, Jeongguk is a little glad no one is there to witness him screaming loudly at the top of his lungs every time his head pops up above the water before he’s dragged back down by the force of the waves. It’s honestly very unattractive. Maybe it’s because of his third consecutive year winning Sexiest Prince in South Korea that even when he’s fighting for his life he finds himself unwilling to look anything but sexy and alluring whilst doing so.

But there seems to be more pressing matters than looking appealing when drowning—the issue being a very real, very huge building-sized wave slowly forming right before his very eyes. A very real, very huge building-sized wave that is going to collapse on Jeongguk and very possibly crush him into a human pancake.

Ever so eloquent, Jeongguk has time to whisper a princely, “oh fuck”, before the wave crashes down onto him. The wave crashes down onto him so hard, Jeongguk finds himself being legitimately surprised at the fact that he is still very much alive and conscious and not flattened like a tin can.

His body is jerked back and forth by the unrelenting, violent waves, and his chest feels like it’s about to explode from the lack of oxygen and too much seawater. There’s a real sense of panic that flutters in his chest because he’s suddenly coming to the realisation that he is absolutely going to die a horrible and painful death, so very much alone.

Something hits his head, hard. A log, perhaps, or something from Jeongguk’s ship that was thrown off ungraciously much like he was—he’s not really sure what it is, but he can’t find it in himself to care, not when he’s slowly sinking towards the bottom of the ocean, the remaining oxygen in his lungs whooshing out of him.

Barely conscious, Jeongguk, however, still vaguely makes out through his half-opened eyes something golden moving towards him, twisting and shimmering in the inky-black ocean and for a moment, for the half second Jeongguk manages to stay conscious it feels a little like hope glimmering in a distance. The sounds of the thunder and waves roaring have faded above waters, and there’s a pleasant muted pressure pressing down on his ears.

Perhaps, he thinks to himself, death isn’t so bad after all.

Okay, so maybe not death.

Jeongguk finds himself well and truly alive as he coughs up seawater, body shaking as the water gushes from his mouth, burning his lungs and throat and nose. There are strong, gentle hands supporting his head up as he coughs violently. When he manages to pry his eyes open, blinking against the stinging seawater that drips into his eyes, he can just make out a shadowed figure hunched over him, blocking the sunlight.

“Come on,” a gentle, melodic voice urges him. “Cough it up.”

Jeongguk groans, letting his head rest against the stranger’s hands. The stranger laughs and maybe Jeongguk might be a little lightheaded from ingesting copious amounts of seawater, from almost drowning a horrible death god damn it, but he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. It’s stupidly deep and rich like honey in a way that makes Jeongguk think unprincely things, yet also has a soft and strangely musical quality to it, almost as if the owner of the voice is singing with every word they speak.

“You’re alright. You’re going to be okay.”

Jeongguk blinks several times and when his eyes adjust to the sunlight and the stinging seawater, he catches sight of his saviour and—oh.

Maybe it’s the sunlight that haloes around the boy’s head catching in his golden hair and making it look like spun gold. Or maybe it’s the way his long eyelashes seem to brush against his soft-looking skin every time he blinks. Jeongguk is convinced there’s something funky in the seawater, but there is something decidedly angelic about this boy.

“I—you saved my life.” Well, that much is obvious to anyone. Jeongguk’s just glad his father isn’t here to see him making stupid statements.

The boy smiles, rosy lips stretching into a pretty grin. “I just pulled you to safety. You survived just fine on your own. Well, right up until the point where you passed out, anyways.”

Jeongguk doesn’t pay attention to the strange implication behind the boy’s words, struggling to sit up after his skin and bones have been worn out by fighting against the strong waves.

“Just stay lying down for a while. You really took a beating out there,” he says, pushing him back down gently.

“How can I ever repay you?”

“I appreciate the gesture, but there’s no need,” the boy waves his hand dismissively. “A thank you is enough for me.”

“A thank you?” Jeongguk frowns. He begins to struggle against the boy’s iron grip, attempting once again to sit up. “You saved my life. Please, come back with me to the castle. My father will repay you handsomely. Anything you want.”

The boy’s eyes bug out, as if that is the last thing on earth he wants. “No, it’s really okay. You should stay lying down, please, just lie down. I’m not even supposed to be here.”

“Not supposed to be here? I don’t understand, I—”

With everything that happens, there is a lesson to be learnt. Never underestimate the power of bad vibes, life is precious, death sucks and—

Lesson number four:

Listen to others.

Jeongguk never realised the boy was topless, but his eyes catch sight of the tanned expanse of his neck, gaze travelling along the smooth, lean torso, down past the cute belly-button, and sees scales. Beautiful, multi-coloured, shiny scales.

“Oh. Oh.”

Perhaps Jeongguk isn’t as mentally strong as he likes to believe. Because he takes one look at the boy’s figure and decides once and for all that he ingested something strange and 100% illegal before his mind realises it can’t comprehend the actuality of the current scenario and he promptly passes out again.

The second time Jeongguk comes to, he jerks back to consciousness with a gasp, eyes darting around wildly, and—alone. So very alone.

Well, almost alone.

There’s a ruckus coming from his left and he manages to turn his head ever so slightly to see Namjoon tripping over rocks, using his hands and feet as he tries to find grip on the slippery edge. It’s a sight for sore eyes. Maybe Jeongguk will postpone Namjoon’s… departure.

“Jeong—I mean, Your majesty!” Namjoon gasps out as Jeongguk blinks at him. “We thought you fucking—pardon my manners—died!”

Namjoon somehow manages to cross the slippery terrain and kneels down next to him, his knees making a muted thud as they hit the sand, hands hovering over Jeongguk like he’s on the verge of physically searching his body for bruises and cuts.

“Mermaid,” Jeongguk croaks out to Namjoon. He stops his fussing to look at Jeongguk with a strange expression.

“Your majesty?”

“Where’s—where’s the mermaid?” Saying the words aloud makes it feel like it had been some ridiculous dream that had happened in Jeongguk’s half lucid state. But Jeongguk’s sure of it. It—he had been there right next to Jeongguk, looking every bit like Jeongguk’s dirtiest, most unprincely fantasies.

“Mermaid?” Namjoon eyebrows pinch together in worry. “Oh god, you must’ve hit your head on something. We must have you checked immediately. Can you walk? Would you like for me to carry you? Shall I fetch someone?”

“No, I can walk.” Jeongguk winces as Namjoon hauls him to his feet despite his refusal, wrapping an arm around his waist securely, and helping him limp back to the direction he had come from.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“But… the mermaid…”

“Are you sure you didn’t somehow ingest the weed I know you keep stashed in your breast pocket when you were drowning, Your Majesty? I think you—”

“Shut up, Namjoon.”

“Shutting up.”

When Taehyung was sixteen, he had swum up to The Surface in a fit of rebellion.

There had been a large ship and on board many people danced and sung, clearly celebrating something. They shot huge, colourful stars into the sky and Taehyung had watched in awe as they exploded with a loud bang into a myriad of colours and shapes.

There had been a boy on board, perhaps Taehyung’s age.

He was sitting on a throne of sorts, clapping along to those who danced with a jovial expression. He had been the most beautiful creature Taehyung had ever seen and he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from boy with stars in his eyes as a young man pulled him from his seat and encouraged him to dance. Oh, how he had danced! Taehyung was mesmerized by the way the boy twisted and turned fluidly, his hands weaving an intricate pattern as he danced merrily alongside the other people.

It could have been seconds, minutes, hours that Taehyung stayed above the surface, watching the men and women dance with an aching longing, and staring the boy who seemed a million worlds away.

When he returned back to the palace, his father had flown into a fit of rage. He destroyed all the trinkets from The Surface Taehyung had carefully and lovingly collected over the years and punished Taehyung by stationing guards at every entrance and denying him of his freedom.

Of course, that never deterred Taehyung. Not even in the slightest.

It did, however, scare the holy Poseidon out of Hoseok. Which was probably the greatest inconvenience of all great inconveniences for Taehyung.

“Oh holy Poseidon,” Hoseok moans, his hands fluttering uselessly around Taehyung’s hair. “What were you thinking, going up to The Surface?”

“Hoseok, it’s alright. Nothing happened, I swear.” Taehyung adjusts a pearl that’s sitting wonky on his tail, pouting a little.

“Alright? I was worried sick. I thought your father was going to find out. Imagine what he would’ve said—worse, done—if he knew you had gone to The Surface!”

“Hoseok, are you sure you weren’t given the gift of worrying?” Taehyung teases, trying calm Hoseok. Speaking only from experience, Taehyung is sure that Hoseok is already halfway to the Point of No Return (or, the point where he’ll turn red with rage and worry and burst out crying—or even worse, tell his father).

“Oh, shut up you bloody siren.” Hoseok rolls his eyes. But the strange tension is gone and Hoseok is smiling. “Not everyone can be gifted like you. You know, I’m still mad at you for hypnotising me with your voice. I’m going to tell your father that you’re abusing your powers.”

“I didn’t hypnotise you! I just… sang.” The excuse sounds lame, even to Taehyung’s ears.

Hoseok scoffs, clearly unimpressed. “Oh, a merman given the gift of music, merely singing to his easily susceptible advisor and convincing him to let him go up to The Surface? Of course you’re not abusing your powers.”

“I did not.”

“Yes you did! I—you’re doing it now! Stop trying to lure me in with your singing, you siren.”

“Stop calling me a siren, you know I hate it!”

“Well, you and your mother are where the legend derived from.”

“Hoseok!”

Hoseok pouts and Taehyung knows he’s won. “I’ll stop calling you a siren if you stop abusing your powers. God, I hate your voice.”

“Oh, hush,” Taehyung says, but he’s grinning smugly. “I know you love my voice. It helps you sleep.”

“No, I do not love your voice, I just—holy carp you’re bleeding, oh god. Oh my god. Poseidon help me.”

“Hoseok,” Taehyung sighs. He sticks his arm out to Hoseok. It’s a cut from where he scratched himself from the floating debris when he had found that boy drowning in the ocean. “It’s just a little scratch.”

“Scratch—are you serious? Half your arm is cut open.” Hoseok retches as he eyes the small gash before he reaches into his pouch and pulls out seaweed, wrapping it around Taehyung’s arm. “That should stop the bleeding for now. We have to go back so someone can treat you properly. It’s my responsibility as your advisor to take care of you, Taehyung. Come on.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes at Hoseok’s theatrics but allows himself to be escorted back into the palace. Hoseok is quiet for a minute and Taehyung allows himself to wildly hope that Hoseok is done with his ranting. But he should know better. Hoseok takes a deep breath and Taehyung lets go of all hope.

“When are you going to stop swimming up to The Surface?” Hoseok scolds, lowering his voice as they swim towards the infirmary. “The Ancient Laws state that you shall not be seen by humans! And then you go and break the law by not only being seen by a human, but saving it and talking to it? Oh Poseidon, your father is going to have my head.”

“He—not it—was drowning, Hoseok. Was I meant to just watch him drown?”

“It’s nature taking its course! We can’t save every human that drowns in the ocean, Tae.”

“Of course not, but I can’t just let someone drown before my eyes. That’s barbaric.”

“You know what’s barbaric? Man stringing our kind up in the sun, letting them dry out. Draining our blood and selling our parts. We have always been a hunted race and the ancient laws are there for a reason. They’re there to protect us, Taehyung.”

Taehyung shakes his head stubbornly. “People aren’t like that anymore, Hoseok. Besides, it’s been so long since we’ve been seen by man. We’re nothing but a folk tale now.”

“And we’re meant to keep it that way! If every merman had the same mindset as you, we’d be discovered and hunted to extinction before the week was over.”

“We would not. I’m telling you, people are different now. And besides, literally everyone goes up to The Surface. I know that you’ve been to The Surface several times too, Hoseok. Don’t even try to lie.”

When Hoseok splutters incoherently, Taehyung smiles smugly. “Nothing to say?”

“I do not go to The Surface!”

“Yes you do,” Taehyung sings. “I saw you collecting shells for your tail by some rock pools just last week.”

“First of all, that was a one-time thing and—where are you going? The infirmary is this way!”

“I’m not going to the infirmary for a scratch, Hoseok.”

“Where are you going?!” Hoseok sounds like he’s about to cry. Taehyung halts, looking over his shoulder to where Hoseok is. He looks so defeated Taehyung almost feels bad. Keyword being almost.

“I’m heading out for a bit. I’ll be back before sundown.”

“Out? Out where?! What do I tell your father?!”

“Tell him I’ve gone to visit someone. I’ll bring you back some shells for your tail.”

“Oh, Poseidon.”

For all its worth, Taehyung is going to visit someone.

He picks up a few pretty shells that catch his eye and tuck them away into his small pouch for Hoseok. He swims quickly and carefully, making sure that no-one sees him, ducking behind coral and buildings as he swims towards the edge of the city.

Soon enough, he’s reached the outskirts of the Atlantica and sets off towards the Garden of Polyps, a place where no merman dares to go.

But Taehyung is no ordinary merman.

As he continues on, there are less sea-flowers and colourful coral and pulsing anemone. There’s barely a trace of life, only the occasional fish or crab—the ones that don’t belong to society, to Atlantica. All Taehyung can see is bare, colourless sand stretching on forever.

No one goes towards the Garden of Polyps, for it’s said that the sea-witch resides just behind it, in the skeleton of a gigantic creature, long since dead.

The Polyps are disgusting—half creature, half plant designed to scare off mermen. Mottled brown and green in colour, and stretching up towards Taehyung as they scream and moan in agony, they are said to be the souls of the merpeople who have failed to fulfil their payments to the sea-witch. Taehyung recoils, clutching onto his pouch tightly and twisting out of reach when the Polyps attempt to grab onto Taehyung and pull him down with their tentacles.

He lets out a breath of relief he didn’t realise he was holding in when he makes it through and he turns towards the witch’s lair, swimming towards the giant maw without hesitation.

“Hellooooo,” he calls out as he swims through the dark corridor, swatting the leafy plants hanging about everywhere. “Anyone home?”

Silence. Taehyung frowns. It’s not like the sea-witch would be roaming about in Atlantica. He was exiled, for crying out loud.

He swims out into the main hall, looking around the darkened room. The large cauldron in the middle is abandoned, some sort of strange, orange-brown concoction bubbling away inside, and the giant clam in which the sea-witch usually resides in is empty.

“Yoongbeaaaaaan!” He hollers loudly, cupping his hands around his mouth.

A pause and then from the darkness—“Could you at least pretend to be scared of me?”

Yoongi swims out like a true villain from the shadows, holding a vial of something bright purple in his hands. His menacing, mangled, black tail swishes back and forth, and the sharp fishermen hooks embedded into his disfigured, scarred tail glint in the dull light. He raises an eyebrow at Taehyung who grins goofily at him.

Many are fearful of the sea-witch that lives in the skeleton just beyond the Garden of Polyps. Many have heard stories and rumours of the sea-witch’s scarred, mutilated tail, blackened as a result of the black magic he and his ancestors dabbled in—a stark contrast to everyone else’s multi-coloured, beautiful tails. Many say that the sea-witch can grant you any wish, as a result of being given the gift of magic, but that it comes at a terrible cost.

Many mermen say a lot of things, but to Taehyung, Yoongi is just Yoongi. Not a malicious, wicked sea-witch. Just Yoongi. A little gruff and a little mean, but mostly just misunderstood and lonely. It hurts a little when Taehyung overhears the things mermen say about Yoongi.

“Nope,” Taehyung replies, popping the p with his lips. He floats backwards leisurely, lying down on the giant clam.

Yoongi snorts, swimming over to his cauldron and pouring the purple liquid in. “Trust you, the prince of Atlantica to befriend a fucking sea-witch. Merpeople are terrified of me.”

“You’re so cute, how can I ever be scared of you? Gosh, that’s ridiculous. The merpeople of Atlantica are severely misinformed.”

Yoongi shakes his head in disbelief, but Taehyung can see the little smile playing on his lips. Yoongi twirls his finger and the contents of the cauldron begin to swirl, mixed by an unseen force.

“What’re you brewing?”

“Something to boost one’s intelligence. A merman came in seeking wisdom.”

“Did you scare him with your whole I’m an evil sea-witch, fear me spiel? Let me guess; was it the red smoke this time, or did you do that thing where you emerge from the dark with your creepy pets circling you?”

“I’ve only ever used the red smoke twice, thank you very much,” Yoongi frowns, pouring some of the now-brown liquid into an empty vial. “And Holly and Minnie aren’t creepy. Leave my babies alone.”

“Moray eels are creepy and you know it.”

“They’re cute.”

“This is why everyone thinks you’re evil. You think moray eels are cute.” Taehyung shudders remembering the time Yoongi’s eels had come in and swam around Taehyung, flicking their tails into his face and snickering when he’d jumped.

“I am evil. I’m a sea-witch, the sea-witch.”

“You’re not evil and you—we—both know it. If it weren’t for your stupid ancestors, you wouldn’t even be here. You’d be in Atlantica, hanging out with me and Hoseok.”

Yoongi mutters a few words in an ancient language forgotten by all but those who have magic running in their veins, and the remaining liquid in the cauldron disappears. He sets the vial down. “Yeah, well. That’s never going to happen and you know that. Last time I tried convincing the merpeople of Atlantica I wasn’t evil, well… You know what happened.”

Yoongi’s tail flicks forward and the hooks and broken bits of glass embedded in his mutilated tail glint in the dim light, a dark reminder of what happens when ignorance is tainted by fear. Taehyung knows far too well just what had happened to Yoongi.

“Speaking of evil,” Taehyung steers the conversation into safer waters when he sees Yoongi’s lip curling down into a frown. He doesn’t like it when his hyung is sad. “When are you going to get rid of those Polyps? They’re disgusting.”

Yoongi chuckles and Taehyung breathes a silent breath of relief. “They deter mermen from coming and bothering me. Though that didn’t stop you one little bit.”

“Doesn’t seem to stop a lot of people, by the looks of it,” Taehyung says, looking pointedly at the vial. “What did you charge for that?”

“Three pearls and six of his scales.”

“Three pearls? Six scales?! You’re scamming my people! You know it’s hard even for me to come by pearls, right? And why would you make him yank six of his scales out?! Why are your services so darn expensive and painful?”

“Seokjin’s potions are useless and he’s garbage at magic, so people come to me. If they’re desperate enough to come to me, then they’ll be desperate enough to pay whatever I tell them the price is.”

Taehyung sighs as Yoongi comes to rest next to him. “I would love to be given the gift of magic.”

“Then you would’ve been exiled, like me,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, stretching out on the giant clam. “Besides, being given the gift of music is just as rare. You should consider yourself lucky.”

“I know, I know. What colour would your tail be if it wasn’t cursed?”

“My grandmother told me that those given the gift of magic had golden tails,” Yoongi says quietly, a small smile playing on his lips. “Can you imagine me with a gold tail?”

“That would be so weird. I bet all the merpeople would fall in love with you.”

“Ha! If only.”

They fall into a comfortable silence before Taehyung perks up again. “I forgot why I came here. I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I saved a human from drowning.”

“What?”

Yoongi’s face looks thunderous—even he, the supposed wicked sea-witch, doesn’t fuck with The Ancient Laws. Taehyung hurries to explain himself.

“I couldn’t leave him, Yoongi! How could I have left him alone? Besides, he looked so much like…” Taehyung trails off.

“Like?” Yoongi prompts.

Taehyung blinks, shaking his head. “Nothing. I saved him from drowning and when he woke up, he told me to go back with him to his castle. I think he was a prince, Yoongi. I saved a prince!”

“A prince?” Yoongi blinks once before bursting out into laughter. “Of course it was a prince.”

“It’s true—” Taehyung begins to hotly argue back but Yoongi silences him with a single finger, his eyes wide.

“Hold up. I feel a haiku coming on.”

Oh Poseidon. Anything but a haiku. “Yoongi, no please,” Taehyung begs, but Yoongi’s not paying any attention to him. He clears his throat dramatically. Taehyung wants to rip his ears off already.

‘Tae rescued a prince Lingering touches and looks, but it was a dream’

Yoongi looks at Taehyung expectantly who groans. He can feel his tail cramping up from the sheer cringe.

“Holy Poseidon,” Taehyung chokes, his fingers curling up into cringe claws. “That was awful. I feel like I’ve aged about thirty years.”

Yoongi looks far too pleased with himself. “Are you kidding? That’s the best one I’ve come up with all day.”

“Are you for real? I thought my ears were going to bleed.”

“Hey!” Yoongi protests, glowering. “I’ll set Holly and Minnie on your sorry ass if you don’t shut up.”

Taehyung shuts up immediately. Yoongi smirks. “That’s what I thought. Anyways, what do you want from me?”

“What makes you think I want anything from you?” Taehyung sulks, flicking at a tiny fish that darts by his face.

Yoongi pretends to think, tracing his finger around a hook embedded near his belly button. “Let’s see. You came in saying that you had something to tell me, and then you blabbed on about some maybe-prince you had saved—which, by the way, is against The Ancient Laws—and got all googly-eyed talking about him. You definitely want something from me and I’m willing to bet a pearl that it’s going to be about your supposed prince.”

Damn. Right in one. Taehyung supposes that there Yoongi isn’t given the gift of magic for no reason, then.

Taehyung pouts. “Okay, fine. You’re right.”

“Nothing new, but go on,” Yoongi motions, a smirk playing on his lips. “What is it you want, oh so mighty Prince Taehyung?”

“I wanted you to show me the prince. I’m willing to bet a pearl he really is a prince.”

Yoongi makes a face. “Seriously? You want to spy on your loverboy? Why are you so creepy?”

“It’s not creepy!” Taehyung objects indignantly. “I… I just wanna see if he’s alright, that’s all.”

“Yeah, sure. Okay. We can pretend that that’s why you want to see him.”

“Don’t make me sing!”

“Ooh, threatening me now? If your father could see you now,” Yoongi grins as Taehyung smacks his arm. “Okay, fine. I’ll show you him. I should charge you three of your pretty scales, they’d do wonders for my potions. I am the sea-witch, after all.”

“Payment? I’m your friend!” Taehyung whines.

“Four of your pretty scales, then.”

“Yoongi!”

“Okay, fine. Just this once. Then after I’m really going to start charging you.”

That’s a lie. Yoongi’s been brewing potions and casting spells for Taehyung free of charge for as long as Taehyung can remember.

But Taehyung likes to humour his cute Yoongi. It’s like a thing they have.

“Sure, Yoongi. Whatever you say.”

Jeongguk had always believed he had been someone who was well acquainted with the ocean. They were almost friends, if anything. Growing up as the prince of South Korea’s best and busiest fishing port Jeongguk had spent the greater portion of his life either on a ship or in the water.

But as Jeongguk sits on his balcony overlooking the ocean, watching the waves crash against each other, he can’t help but wonder just how well acquainted he really is with the ocean. Can he even call himself the self proclaimed, self confessed Prince of the Ocean?

Jeongguk wonders if this is what Julius Caesar felt like while he was brutally murdered by his so-called friend Brutus. He wonders if this is the betrayal Caesar felt.

That’s the least of his problems, though. There’s that one problem that’s been eating away at Jeongguk’s goddamn mind for the past week. The wretched M problem.

The mermaid. God, Jeongguk shudders even thinking about thinking about it. He had seen a mythical creature, half man, half fish before his very eyes, hypnotising him with its goddamn beautiful golden hair and its voice that had washed over him and made him want to give him every possession he had.

Maybe Namjoon was right. Maybe he had somehow ingested that weed and maybe it had gotten into his bloodstream and he had been as high as a kite. That makes more sense. Otherwise Jeongguk is going to be left with so many more questions that can’t be answered by neither Namjoon nor the library nor—god forbid—his fucking father.

Questions that have been keeping Jeongguk up all night these couple of days. Questions like—does that mean killing fish is essentially like killing that mermaids’ cousins? Are there more of them? And where do they live? Why was its tail rainbow coloured, when all those paintings depict them usually as blue or green? Are all their tails rainbow? Was it going to attack and eat Jeongguk? Was he lucky to escape with his life?

Jeongguk is so deep in thought he doesn’t notice Namjoon until he’s practically breathing down his throat.

“Your Majesty—” Jeongguk yelps loudly, startling so hard he jerks backwards, hitting his head onto something hard and pointy.

Namjoon staggers back a few steps, lips trembling with the effort of stopping himself from swearing in front of the prince, clutching onto his chin.

Jeongguk rubs his head. “Have you ever heard of knocking before entering?!”

“My deepest apologies, Your Majesty,” Namjoon gasps, rubbing his chin ruefully. “I thought I had made my presence quite clear. I was talking about the weather for like, two minutes. I had assumed you knew I was there. But that was my bad.”

“Your bad indeed,” Jeongguk sniffs. “What is it?”

“The king asked for you.” Namjoon looks around furtively before dropping his voice and beckoning for Jeongguk to come closer. “Bad vibes, Your Majesty,” he whispers, his high and mighty demeanour dropping faster than a hot potato upon the realisation that they are alone. “Your father was lookin’ real antsy. Kept pacing around and doing that thing where he—” Namjoon mimes sighing deeply, before closing his eyes dramatically and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Jeongguk winces. That means his father is worried about something which automatically means Jeongguk has to be worried about it, too. He wonders just how bad it is.

“Did he…” Jeongguk trails off, looking at Namjoon meaningfully.

“Ask for a glass of red wine? Your Majesty, he asked for an entire bottle.”

Oh god. Really, really bad, then.

Jeongguk stands. He stares out towards the ocean one last time, watching the waves crash together in resignation. Mermaids and mythology and boys with golden hair and rainbow scales will have to wait for another day.

It’s chaos.

Jeongguk stands at the entrance of the planning room, watching with trepidation as his father’s advisors clamour and talk over each other loudly in an attempt to be heard, while his father sits at the head of the table, a solemn expression on his face, his finger tracing across the rim of the wine glass.

Namjoon clears his throat hesitantly. “Announcing the arrival of Prince Jeongguk…”

Namjoon trails off as the advisors’ shout at each other loudly and he turns to Jeongguk with a panicked expression on his face. Jeongguk rolls his eyes and walks towards his chair at the opposite end of the table. The planning room goes silent immediately, all advisors jumping to their feet and bowing deeply to Jeongguk, who waves them back down before sitting down.

“Father?” Jeongguk asks. “What’s happening?”

Maybe that was a little too casual, if the way the advisor with the ugly, stiff-looking military jacket scoffs says anything. Jeongguk glares at him, and he shrinks back immediately into his seat. Slimy little worm. Jeongguk always hated him.

“Jeongguk,” His father sighs. “As the Crown Prince you should know better. It is your duty to be aware of affairs even before they occur.”

Jeongguk thinks that’s a little unfair, considering he was literally on the verge of death a mere week ago.

“Your Majesty,” A little balding man pipes up. “There have been reports of unrest in the neighbouring provinces.”

“Unrest?” Jeongguk frowns.

“Yes, Your Majesty. We have received reports that peasants in the neighbouring provinces are revolting against their monarchs, due to the belief that they are being undervalued and overworked.”

“Oh.” Jeongguk’s not too sure what to say. Cool sounds a little too careless and a shocked gasp seems a little theatrical. He sneaks a glance towards Namjoon who’s motioning for him to say something more. “That’s… not good.”

Namjoon facepalms.

“Indeed it isn’t,” His father says. “Do you know what revolts in neighbouring provinces means, Jeongguk?”

He actually does. Namjoon had a rather passionate rant about this the other day. Maybe it was a good idea that he didn’t kick Namjoon to the curb.

“It means that we too are in danger of revolts. Our people might become influenced by those who rebel and rise up against us,” Jeongguk says immediately. Namjoon breathes a visible breath of relief.

Yes, Jeongguk knows what that means. But it doesn’t necessarily mean that he agrees.

“We have to take immediate action,” The military worm jumps in. Jeongguk frowns. Rude. He hadn’t finished talking. “Your Highness, we—”

“I think not, Jungjae,” Jeongguk interrupts delicately, raising a finger. Jeongguk just made that name up. He has no idea what the military worm’s name is, but he feels like Jungjae is a slimy enough name to match such a slimy character. Jungjae the military worm mashes his lips together into an ugly name and Jeongguk cackles meanly on the inside.

“Jeongguk?” His father frowns.

“Father,” Jeongguk leans forward. “There is unrest in the neighbouring provinces because their people are unhappy. Perhaps their king does not care for his people the same way we do. We listen to our people. There is no reason for them to be unhappy.”

Jeongguk feels a little smug—his little spiel was pretty darn good, if he was to be so bold. He glances over to where Namjoon stands, attempting to send a subtle thumbs up, but Namjoon’s expression makes Jeongguk’s thumbs up wither and die. Namjoon’s mouth is open, his brows pinched together, and if Jeongguk was to make a wild guess, it’s kind of a holy-fuck-you’ve-fucked-up kind of expression.

“Your Majesty is clearly living in a daydream,” Jungjae the military worm says. There’s a victorious little grin on the smug bastard’s face Jeongguk wants to slap off. “To say that there is no reason for our people to unhappy is idealistic and unrealistic.”

“Sanhyuk is correct, Jeongguk,” his father interjects. So Sanhyuk is the worm’s name. What a waste of a perfectly good name, Jeongguk thinks sourly to himself. “You are foolish to think that our people have no reason to revolt, and you are wrong to assume their king does not care for his people. Do not let your guard down, especially at a time when we are so vulnerable.”

“Yes, father.”

“We must remain ready for any sort of attack, yet we must be good to our people. As the Crown Prince, you must do your duty. Tend to your people, listen to them. But do not let your guard down. Think of it as a test. In time, you will become king and it will be your responsibility to handle these occurrences with grace and diligence.”

Jeongguk can feel his shoulders weighing down with his father’s words and Sanhyuk the worm’s stupid grin and the judgment radiating from all the advisor’s are suddenly the least of Jeongguk’s problems.

He looks up slowly to meet his father’s eyes. Serious and unwavering, Jeongguk’s father is everything a king is meant to be and more. And soon, so will Jeongguk.

“Do not disappoint me, Jeon Jeongguk.”

“Yes, father.”

Jeongguk’s not sure how he’s done it.

Maybe it was pure luck. Maybe some higher power felt sorry for him because of the crushing pressure and expectation. Or maybe he had just underestimated his own physical prowess.

Because somehow he has managed to shake off Namjoon, who has taken to him like a particularly annoying fly Jeongguk just can’t get rid of now matter how hard he tries.

After the disaster of a meeting a few days ago, Namjoon had followed Jeongguk around, cursing Sanhyuk the worm on Jeongguk’s behalf. When he wasn’t cursing, he was planning witty comebacks Jeongguk could be sure to utilise next time he got into an argument. When he wasn’t planning he was worrying with Jeongguk, trying to come up with plans and battle strategies in the case of an emergency battle.

Jeongguk, at first, had been grateful for Namjoon’s annoying persistence. It had taken his mind off the tremendous burden he had felt. But then when he wouldn’t leave Jeongguk alone, even when Jeongguk was in the midst of pushing out a big one, Jeongguk had taken to running away from Namjoon whenever the opportunity arose. Which wasn’t as often as he had hoped, seeing as Namjoon had an annoying habit of finding all of Jeongguk’s nooks and crannies and hidey-holes.

But somehow Jeongguk has managed to successfully shake off Namjoon—it had involved strenuous planning and the spur of moment luck that had occurred—and is now near the rock pools at the beach far, far away from the castle (and hopefully, Namjoon).

Jeongguk figures that the further away he gets from the castle, the longer it’ll take for Namjoon to find him, which means he’ll get more of his precious Me Time. He makes his way towards the rock pools, climbing over rocks with ease.

He reaches the part near a cliff, where it curves inwards a little creating a small cave of sorts, right next to a deep pool of clear water. Jeongguk settles down with a little sigh, rubbing his eyes tiredly and resting his head in his arms.

To say that Jeongguk is worried about the unrest and the meeting would be an understatement. As his father so lovingly pointed out (in front of everyone, thus succeeding in making Jeongguk look like a royal idiot), he had to be ready for any sort of attack.

Jeongguk is good at fighting. He’s good with a bow and arrow and fucking fantastic with a sword, so he’s definitely physically ready for any attack. But emotionally ready? Mentally ready? He’s not too sure about that. Jeongguk is in the midst of wondering if it’s too late to run away and join some gang of bandits or something when he he’s jerked out of his reverie.

“Hello.”

A voice shatters his thoughts and he startles violently. His immediate reaction is disappointment at the fact that Namjoon has found his hidey-hole so goddamn quickly and he turns in the direction of the voice, ready to complain loudly and struggle the entire way back home and—oh. Oh.

There is someone who is most definitely not Namjoon peeking out from behind the large rock in the middle of the pool of water. That is most definitely not Namjoon on the account of two things.

One, Namjoon doesn’t like water and there’s little chance you’d find him near the water, very much less in it. Two, Namjoon doesn’t have golden coloured hair and large doe eyes and—holy fuck.

Holy fucking fuck.

A tail. A big, huge, rainbow-coloured, shiny fucking tail.

Which fucking means—

“Mermaid,” Jeongguk whispers, mostly to himself. “I knew I wasn’t going crazy.”

And for the second time in a week, Jeon Jeongguk passes out.

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