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THE ANTICS

summary: your first year at college is boring and uneventful. that is until you meet a boy named Jaemin and his model friend Jeno. warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT with some angst and fluff sprinkled in, sorta inexperienced reader, dom!jeno, manhandling, jeno is a soft dom at first but turns into a mean dom, spitting, spanking, unprotected sex, the plot is kinda rushed bc let’s be honest that’s not what we’re here for word count: 4,8k read on ao3 instead

“Seriously Jaemin, how am I even going to fit in there?”

College wasn’t as fun as you thought it would be. You were excited to start your “new me,” excitedly waving your parents goodbye as you left with your suitcases to study in a big city. But as it turns out, college is not fun and neither are your roommates.

You met Jaemin, a self-proclaimed “math-wizard” (it was a lie), during your social studies lectures. You became friends mainly because he just wouldn’t shut up when he sat next to you. You quickly found out he’s an engineering student, although it was quite questionable as to how he got in the university and he lived in a private flat with his two roommates, who you have not met yet.

You quickly learned that getting rid of Jaemin would be very tough, especially since it seemed like you two were destined to bump into each other everywhere. And at the end of the day, he was much more fun than your roommates. He would disrupt the lectures quite often with his snarky comments and he would make you skip lectures just to do something he deemed to be fun.

His newest idea was for you to skip your evening lecture and go with him to his roommate’s fashion show. That is when you learned his roommate was a model, trying to make a name for himself. 

And that is how you found yourself in the lobby of the venue where the fashion show was held, pushing down the hem of your new dress you bought on the way there with Jaemin, who bought a tuxedo. You paid for the dress already wearing it and you’ve never felt so embarrassed.

“You look great,” Jaemin states, looking you up and down. “You’ll fit right in.”

“I don’t know...” you trail off, pulling down the hem of your dress again. You should’ve bought something longer.

“It’s fine,” Jaemin says, patting you on the back like a bro, ”let’s go.”

Unsurprisingly, you were not allowed in the main venue, because you were not invited. Instead, you opted for the smaller venue next to the main one where you could technically witness the whole thing as well, just not very close.

Suddenly everyone got quiet and soft music started playing from the speakers. You held your breath as you watched the first model walk down the runway.

He was tall, with dark hair and sharp eyes. The main point of his outfit was clearly the open back, which was muscular, and he was also wearing black leather heels. You’ve never seen someone so masculine yet so feminine, with a commanding yet friendly aura about them.

Jaemin leans closer to you and whispers. “So... that’s our Jeno.”

You clutch your purse and swallow thickly. Holy fucking shit.

You found out soon enough that the reason why Jaemin has brought you here was not because of the show itself, but mainly because of the after party. There was so much alcohol, so many interesting people around... it all felt like a fever dream.

“Jaemin, how the hell did we end up here,” you ask, looking around. “aren’t we too poor for this place?”

“Shh, no stress!” Jaemin waves you off. “Look, there he is!”

In front of you stood the tall man that opened the show, Jeno. He wasn’t wearing the beautiful backless piece anymore though, he was now in a blazer, his chest out for the world to see, muscles glistening in the purple light. When he saw you and Jaemin he smiled warmly and approached you.

“Hi there,” Jeno says, holding out a hand for you to shake. “You must be ___.”

“That she is,” Jaemin answers for you. “You have no idea how long it took me to convince her to come.”

You hit his arm playfully. “Hey!”

Jeno chuckles, a low, deep chuckle. “Well I’m glad you did, it is nice to finally meet you. Jaemin talks about you quite a bit.”

Now it was Jeno’s turn to get hit by Jaemin. “Not true!”

“Honestly, I can kind of imagine that,” you admit, chuckling as well. “This boy never shuts up.”

Jeno smiles, poking Jaemin with his index finger. “So she does know you pretty well.”

“Guys, stop ganging up on me,” Jaemin whines, throwing his head back. You and Jeno laugh and you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

This is going to be a long night.

After a few drinks and an embarrassing performance on the dance floor, you, Jaemin and Jeno head to their shared apartment. Their other roommate is apparently not home yet for you to meet, but you also feel like you’ve met enough people tonight already. Jaemin offers you to sleep over and you accept, changing from your dress into one of Jaemin’s t-shirts, which he hands you after fist bumping you so things aren’t as awkward.

It is 3:32 when you stop trying to fall asleep on the couch. Your whole body hurts. You open your eyes to see a dim light coming from the kitchen. You get up and shuffle towards the kitchen, where you see Jeno sitting on the counter, drinking. He is still in the same clothes he wore to the afterparty, his chest still glistening in the dim light. He looks unreal, sculpted by the Gods, and your heart skips a beat. 

There is no way you can come near him alone.

You turn around to leave back to the couch.

“Can’t sleep?”

You turn back around and Jeno’s eyes meet yours, that sharp gaze you saw at the fashion show now replaced with puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah,” you admit, twirling your thumbs. There is an awkward silence which Jeno breaks by asking you if you want a drink as well. “Yeah, why not.”

Jeno gets off the counter and pours you a whiskey too. “Come sit next to me.”

You do so, hopping on the counter, and you are met with his sweet cologne. If this was your cue to faint, it was pretty on point. You take a sip of the whiskey, the alcohol burning at the back of your throat as you search for a conversation starter. “So how long have you been a model for?”

Really? Is that the best you could come up with?

“Ever since i was sixteen,” Jeno explains, taking a sip of his drink too. “My mom saw the potential, I guess. She used to take me to different agencies all over the country. Then I signed with my current company and I have been travelling as a model ever since. Though I mostly work here in the city and not abroad, keyword yet.”

“I see.”

“Now let’s just get this out of the way,” Jeno suddenly says, finishing his drink, now facing you. “Are you and Jaemin-”

“NO!” you shout, quickly covering your mouth. As much as you’re aware of the effect Jaemin has on others around you, the jealous looks you get when you two are hanging out, you could never see yourself being with someone like him. “We’re just friends. I mean I know what it looks like kinda but at the same time he’s like a bro-”

Jeno shushes you by pressing his index finger to your lips. “In that case, can I just say you looked so fucking sexy in that little dress of yours last night.”

Oh my God.

You choke on air, eyes growing wide. “I- I... I mean-”

He leans in so he is inches away from your face. “I want to kiss you so bad. Will you let me, pretty girl?”

You nod, and he crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is needy, urgent and passionate. You can taste whiskey on his tongue and you are pretty sure he can taste it on yours as well. He threads his fingers through your hair, pulling it gently, before detaching his lips from yours and kissing down your jaw, to the shell of your ear, and then down your neck. You feel his wet muscle licking at your neck, his lips latching onto the skin. You whimper and that sound makes him groan and he momentarily returns to your lips to swallow your whimpers.

Your hands find his chest and you make Jeno shiver by running your fingers up and down, always stopping below his collarbone when going up and stopping above his pants when going down.

Jeno’s free hand squeezes one of your breasts through the fabric of your bra and Jaemin’s shirt. He gets off the counter and body rolls his crotch into yours, to which he has to cover your mouth because you let out a sinful moan.

“You are so hot,” he whispers into your ear and you really want to scream “YOU TOO” but his hands are everywhere and-

Suddenly the light in the hallway turns on and Jeno flies off of you. You’re still on the counter trying to catch your breath when in walks a guy with lavender hair. His eyes are half-closed and he is yawning with every step he takes. He takes one look at you and then at Jeno and points his finger at him.

“Is this your-” he trails off, squinting his eyes at the taller man.

“N-no!” Jeno explains, rather panicked. “She’s Jaemin’s friend.”

And that’s how you met Donghyuck, Jaemin’s second roommate.

The next morning, you are all eating breakfast in the kitchen. You’re seated next to Jeno - as per his request - aka raising his eyebrow at you and looking at the empty chair next to him - and you are listening to Jaemin and Hyuck bicker about something.

Suddenly you feel a hand creeping up your leg. You are still only wearing your underwear and Jaemin’s t-shirt, so the access to your leg is pretty easy. You look up at Jeno, who has his hand hidden under the table, caressing your skin.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispers and smiles at you, but his smile is sinister, and you soon understand why as his hand slowly, cautiously rides up, up, even higher, until it reaches the waistband of your panties. You hold your breath as his fingers cross that barrier and start playing with your clit.

You squeeze your legs together and Jeno is not happy about that, slapping your inner thigh and pushing your legs open again. His fingers trace your slit before entering you and you have to pretend to cough to surpass a moan that is creeping up your throat. You can tell Jeno has a lot of experience by the way his skillful fingers plunge in and out of you and you can feel your inner thighs becoming wet with your arousal.

You look at Hyuck and Jaemin, who are still in their own little world, and you suppose you’re in yours as well. Suddenly the pressure is getting on you and you feel like seeing stars and it’s all too much-

“Excuse me,” you suddenly say, pulling Jeno’s hand off of you and fixing your t-shirt before getting up. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Sure!” Jaemin smiles at you and returns back to his conversation.

As you are leaving, you can see Jeno licking his fingers and smirking in your direction.

In the bathroom you grab onto the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed red and you have to splash some cold water on your face to try and get rid of the hot feeling. Then you look around, grab a towel and start cleaning the arousal off of your thighs. 

“That’s my towel, you know.”

You freeze. Not daring to turn around, you instead look at the reflection in the mirror to see Jeno leaning against the door frame. He walks in and closes the door behind him, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you towards him.

“Why did you run away like that?”

“I-” You cannot find the right words. “I’m sorry, I- I couldn’t come right in front of them-”

“Shh, don’t apologize,” Jeno coos, grabbing your face and pulling you into a deep kiss. Your face is hot again and your hands become sweaty and you don’t dare touch him. “You did so well for me back there, baby.”

Baby. Your knees were getting weaker by the second.

Jeno finally breaks the kiss and looks you deep in your eyes, grabbing onto the hem of the t-shirt you’re wearing. “I only wish you were wearing my t-shirt and not Jaemin’s. Next time, I’m gonna make you come so hard you will never think about anyone else’s dick but mine.”

“Next time?” you ask, squeezing the towel in your hands.

“Next time,” Jeno confirms, smiling at you. “Now let me give you my phone number and let’s get out of here.

Over the next few weeks you and Jeno text often. Just about your day - for you it’s usually a café photo or a picture of Jaemin sleeping during your social studies lecture, for Jeno it’s mostly a behind the scenes look at his work. You’re getting giddy every time his name pops up on your phone, even if its just a few times a day.

That is, until one day, you receive the following text message:

Jeno: Sorry, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to keep talking to each other. Please don’t text this number again.

And just like that, you lose the one exciting thing about your college life. Sure, you still have Jaemin, and being with Jaemin is always fun, but you can’t help but think about what could’ve been with the tall, handsome model. You of course first think it’s a joke, but Jeno never ever replies to you again. You do not dare to tell Jaemin, he still doesn’t know about anything and you like to keep it that way.

Oh well. Life goes on.

A few more weeks go by since the faithful text and now Jaemin invites you to his flat again, this time he wants you to look after his new kitten as him and both of his roommates are going to be away for the weekend. You agree - there is nothing you want more than to get away from your own roommates.

As it turns out, looking after a kitten is much easier than you thought - mainly because kittens sleep just as much as adult cats do. You’re currently making yourself a sandwich and you can hear the TV from the living room playing the melody of your favorite reality show. You hum to yourself as you cut the tomatoes.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You turn around, knife still in hand, only to see a pissed off Jeno. He’s wearing a long coat and his black hair is sleek, though it looks like he hasn’t slept in a while.

“I- I-”

“Who the fuck asked you to be here?” Jeno is mad, you’ve never seen him this way. The most problematic part of that is how much it turns you on.

“Jaemin!” you squeak. “He told me to look after Lyra.”

Jeno huffs. “Okay, well I am here now. So just leave.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I said leave.”

You frown and decide to stand your ground. “No. I am not leaving.”

Jeno pinches the bridge of his nose and looks down at the ground. Then, a word slips past his lips, and it almost goes unnoticed by you. Almost.

“I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” you ask, gripping the handle of the knife.

Jeno looks up, his eyes shooting arrows at you. “I called you a whore.”

“Why the hell are you calling me that?”

“Because that’s all you are, isn’t it? A stupid whore.”

“You asshole,” you spit out, waving the knife around. “I am the whore yet you’re the one pouncing on me the second you meet me? I’m so done with you, Jeno.”

“Stop fucking pointing the knife at me, Jesus, woman!”

You drop the knife on the counter and focus on Jeno again. “I am right, aren’t I?”

“I never would’ve touched you if I knew what a worthless bitch you are!”

That one hurt. It may not have been the best comeback, but something shifts in you.

“Why are you like this?” you ask but your voice betrays you, cracking in the middle of the sentence.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jeno asks like a villain in a movie, folding his arms. “I don’t want you in my, or any of the boys’ life anymore.”

“Jeno, please,” you’re begging at this point, falling to your knees and crawling towards the tall man. “I don’t know what I did to you to deserve this.” Tears prick your eyes and your throat swells up. You grab onto his pant leg, sobbing, looking up at him. “I’m sorry...”

Jeno scoffs. “You’re so pathetic, you know that?”

You’re still sobbing, a weak “please” escaping your lips as you feel the tears pouring down your cheeks. Jeno bends down so he is eye level with you and suddenly opens his mouth, his tongue sliding out and licking the hot tears off of your face.

Then, a kiss.

This kiss is reminiscent of your first one, it’s needy and urgent. Jeno completely dominates the kiss, holding your face so you don’t move. He licks into your mouth and detaches his lips from yours, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“Get up,” Jeno commands. You oblige immediately, as if under a spell, and he throws you over his shoulder before walking into his room. There, he lays you down on the ground, not the bed, and you look at him as he takes off his coat.

He is a beautiful man. He is devastatingly handsome, his sharp features perfectly aligning with his sharp gaze. He deserves to be worshiped, for his face to be plastered on every single magazine cover until the end of time. 

Finally, he faces you again.

“Now let me make myself very clear,” he pauses, chuckling at your wide-eyed expression. “If you want to leave now, just say so. We won’t ever talk about this. But if you decide to stay, I will not hold back, you will take what I give you. No other man will ever satisfy you the way I will, tonight.”

He stands there and waits, hands in fists and knuckles white. He waits for you to say something, to get up and run away, yet all you do is let out a moan of the model’s name. You can’t believe how much of an effect this man has on you. Maybe you really are as pathetic as Jeno claims you to be.

“Fuck it,” Jeno sighs upon hearing it, rushing to you and kissing you again. He stops himself however, quickly jumping on his feet and clearing his throat. “Strip. I want you naked in 30 seconds.”

You gulp, quickly taking off your pants, your t-shirt and your bra and then your panties. Suddenly you’re very aware of the fact that he is still very much dressed and the cold air in the room creates goosebumps on your skin. Jeno walks up to you and whatever emotion is on his face, you just can’t read it. 

“Open your mouth,” he orders and you do just that. He leans down a little, spitting into your mouth. “Swallow.”

You swallow, eyes still wide, looking up at the man in front of you. He doesn’t react and instead unbuckles his belt. He takes off his belt completely, ordering you to put your hands behind your back. He skillfully ties your hands with the belt and tests if you can move your hands or not.

“Jeno, I-”

“Did I tell you to speak?” Jeno shoots back, threading his hand in your hair and pulling on it. You don’t dare answer, instead you watch as he returns in front of you and pulls down the zipper of his pants. Pulling down his boxers, you gulp again at his size as his dick springs free. He is only semi-hard, but that is about to change as he guides it into your welcoming mouth. You suck on it, thinking of all the porn movies you watched and using your best techniques. “That’s right, suck that big cock,” Jeno groans, his fingers threading in your hair again.

You suddenly release his dick from your mouth with a loud “pop” and Jeno is about to protest, when you lick his balls, the base of his cock up to his tip. He lets out a moan, the first time you’ve ever heard him moan actually, and you couldn’t be more proud. Jeno suddenly grabs you by your hair and pulls you up, scooping you up in his arms and almost throwing you on the bed.

“Don’t think for a second that you’re the one in control here,” Jeno growls, grabbing you by your chin so you’re face to face. “It’s me who gets to dominate you.” He then flips you around so you’re on your stomach and spanks you hard.

“That’s for being a slut.”

Spank.

“That’s for thinking you’re the one who calls the shots here.”

Spank.

“That’s for fucking with me and making a fool out of me.”

Every spank was harsh against your soft skin, yet you enjoyed every second of it, your inner thighs getting coated with your arousal. However the last reason confused you quite a bit. “What do you mean-”

Spank.

“That’s for speaking when not spoken to.”

Jeno gives you one more spank, although he doesn’t specify for what. Instead he lowers himself on the bed so he is facing you again. “You know, good sluts say thank you.”

“Thank you... sir.” You add the honorific just in case that is what he wants, and it proves to be a good choice, because soon enough his fingers find your aching cunt, all swollen and dripping just for him, and he starts playing with your clit just like he did that one faithful morning. His fingers then enter you, scissoring inside of you to stretch you out for his cock.

“Do we need a condom?”

“No- I’m, I’m on the pill,” you whimper. “Please, I need to feel you.”

You thought the time will never come but finally you feel his tip at your entrance and you gasp into the sheets as he slowly pushes in. “Fuck,” Jeno groans, “you’re still so tight”. He then starts moving, slowly at first but soon enough picks up the pace and you can’t help but moan out loud.

He doesn’t punish you for it but grabs you by the throat, arching your back and pulling you towards his chest. “Take it. Fucking take it. Be a good whore and take it.”

Jeno then starts moving much faster, your groans muffled by his big hand on your throat. His free hand starts playing with your nipple and he growls into your shoulder.

“Jeno, Jeno, Jeno,” you’re chanting his name like a prayer and it seems like he doesn’t care anymore that you’re speaking without being asked to.

“This is how I like you. Just a bitch desperate to cum,” Jeno says. He flips you over on your back and continues his merciless thrusts, hand not leaving your throat. “Say you’re a whore. Say it.”

“I’m- I’m-” you whimper, so close to release. “Jeno, I’m going to cum-”

“No the fuck you’re not,” Jeno booms, and, if it is even possible, speeds up his thrusts. “Not before you say what a fucking slut you are.”

“I’m a slut! Fuck, Jeno,” you moan, wrists aching from being tied for so long, “I’m your slut! You fuck me so good!”

“That’s right, it’s me who fucks you this good. You’re drunk on this big fucking cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh yes!” you yell, arching your back again. “Jeno, I have to cum, I can’t do it...”

“Cum for me,” he says and you do just that, releasing on his cock, your cunt spasming. He comes right after you, burying himself deep inside of you, before slowly pulling out and watching his cum seep out of you.

Your heart has never been beating this fast.

You’re not sure if it is because of the mind-blowing orgasm you’ve just experienced or if it’s because of Jeno. The tall man is trying to calm himself down, but you can see his chest rapidly moving up and down.

You lay next to each other for a few minutes, neither of you saying anything. It’s a weird feeling really, you’re used to cuddles after sex, or long talks about the universe, but not this. Suddenly, Jeno turns to you, his hair messy, eyes dark and focused.

“I think you should leave now.”

You wonder what to do next, whether you should plead with him or just simply walk away. The truth is, it’s a bit too late to be walking around alone. But you figure you can just call an Uber and explain to Jaemin what happened later.

Well, maybe not everything.

You get up from the bed slowly, not saying a word to Jeno, before putting your clothes back on. You’re almost at the door when you hear Jeno murmur “say hi to Jae for me.”

Your ears perk up. “Say hi to who?”

“Jaehyun? The dude you fucked at the frat party like two months ago, you know, when we were still talking?”

You couldn’t be more confused. “Who the fuck is Jaehyun?”

Jeno looks at you, a visible puzzled expression on his face. “Then why would he tell me you guys fucked? He said you were there and he let you suck his dick in the bathroom and then you let him fuck you in the guest bedroom!”

“Jeno, I don’t know what has gotten into you, but I don’t know anyone named Jaehyun. And any parties I’ve ever been to I have always been by Jaemin’s side. You can literally ask him, he’s your friend too, you know?”

Jeno gets up from the bed as well. “But then- but he-”

A lightbulb pops up above your head. “Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that you stopped talking to me because some random dude told you I had sex with him?? Do you realize how absolutely insane that is?”

“Wait, no, ___, I-”

“Seriously, Jeno? You couldn’t have asked, I don’t know, me, if was even true?”

Jeno is quiet, and for what feels like the first time, you have the upper hand.

“You know what? I’m done, go fuck yourself Jeno.”

You storm out of the room, Jeno quickly running after you. He catches up with you very quickly, grabbing you by the arm. “___, wait, let me explain myself.”

“No, I don’t think I will actually,” you say, trying to sound as calm as possible. You are thinking of how crazy it is that Jeno is now the naked one while you are fully clothed.

“___, please. I’ve fallen in love with you!”

You stop dead in your tracks now, your heart skipping a beat. “Huh?”

“It’s true, it’s fucking true!” Jeno screams, looking at you but not making eye contact. “I wanted to ask you out on a proper date but then I met Jaehyun and he told me you guys...” he trails off. “I got so mad. Finally I like someone so sweet and hot and- I couldn’t control my anger. I’m so fucking sorry, I wish I could go back and undo what I had done but I can’t.”

“Kiss me.”

Jeno is as confused as ever. “What?”

“You heard me,” you nod. “If you want us to make up, just kiss me.”

Feverishly, he grabs you by your shoulders, pulling you close to him and kissing you. Out of all the kisses you two shared, this one is maybe the most desperate, with Jeno kissing you like you were the last person on Earth, you clutching onto his elbows as you lean into the kiss. “I’m never,” he stops and kisses you again, “making the same mistake,” kiss, “ever again,” kiss.

You break the kiss and look into his wide eyes. “Then does that mean you’re not throwing me out of the apartment?”

Jeno intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you back towards his room. “Not only are you not leaving, but we’re not leaving my bed until the morning.”

He pauses, seeing you in his room fully clothed and clearly realizes he’s been naked this whole time. “I, um...”

You smile. It’s probably the first time you’ve done so ever since your first encounter earlier. “I guess you shouldn’t be the only one naked here.”

Jeno smiles too, pulling you towards the bed and you both fall on it. “I guess I shouldn’t.”

“Round two?”

“You don’t even have to ask, baby.”

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THE WICKED WAYS

summary: as a new semester begins, you’re faced with your biggest challenge yet; don’t fall for your english literature professor. warnings: aged up!johnny, dilf!johnny, college professor!johnny, johnny has a big dong, praise kink, sex with your professor, dirty talk, cumshot word count: 3,7k read on ao3 instead

This semester would prove to be harder than any before. 

Not because you had to do more work or anything, but because you signed up for English literature simply because you liked reading, thinking that’s all you’d be required to do, but here you were, trying so hard to ignore the ache between your legs when your professor walked in.

Mr. Johnny Suh was over six feet of sun-kissed skin, pure laughter on a nice day and complete seriousness when he needed to be. His knowledge of literature was impressive, to the point where you’d wonder if he ever did anything other than read. But most importantly, he was stupidly handsome, and ever since he walked through the door on your first day of class, he stole your heart.

There was just something about his aura, about the way he spoke, something about the crinkles by his eyes and his heart-shaped lips. You fell for his mind too, he could be eloquent but he was also quick with a witty comeback when he needed to as well.

Every lecture he would recommend a book for the class to read. And every time you would read it and take notes for the chance he will ask you what you thought of it. Yet, he didn’t even know your name.

Last week, the book was Nadja by André Breton.

“So,” Mr. Suh exhaled, looking around the classroom. “Remember the book I talked about last week?”

“Yes,” some students answered.

“I was wondering if anyone here has read it - please raise your hands if you did.”

You and a few other people raised their hands.

“Well,” Mr. Suh paused, looking down at his papers, “what did you think of it?”

“It was quite difficult to read, to be honest,” one girl admitted. “The passage of time was confusing.”

“Anyone else?”

You wanted to speak, you wanted to tell him how you felt while reading it, how much Nadja’s life story impacted you, and suddenly you felt your hand raising. Panicked, you put it down and cursed at yourself for even thinking of having a conversation with him, no way are you mentally prepared for his eyes to meet yours. When nobody else said anything, Mr. Suh began to explain. “You see, Breton doesn’t care about the passage of time. He doesn’t care about the reader or anyone, his main focus is Nadja, the girl he fell for, and at that moment it was like the world stopped moving, there was only one person on his mind.”

Well doesn’t that sound familiar.

“You have to understand that people do mad things for love. Here, Breton openly cheats on his wife, because he is in l- no, obsessed with the idea of Nadja. She is his muse, his everything - obsession makes you do crazy things.”

Am I obsessed? you thought to yourself. No, it’s just a silly little crush and it will go away. People change.

When the lecture ended, you were about to pick your bag up when one of the straps got tangled in your chair. People poured out of the classroom as you struggled to pull it off, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Then, four words.

“Do you need help?”

You turned around to see Mr. Suh standing there, in his white shirt with two buttons undone and his stack of papers in his left hand.

“I- uh, no it’s fine,” you mumbled, pulling on the bag to finally get it off, only for it to spill all the contents out. “Shit.”

“I got you, I got you,” Mr. Suh repeats as he bends down to help you. You watch his slender hands pick up your pencils, your water bottle, and finally your notebook. He stops and looks at it carefully and you freeze when you realize what’s written there. 

It takes Mr. Suh a minute or two before he’s finished reading. You nervously stare at his face, watch as his eyes skim over the page. When he’s done, he shoots you a warm smile. “This is really good, you know. You really captured the appeal of Nadja. I thought I saw you raising your hand, why didn’t you?”

“Oh, uh, I-” your cheeks burned. You were absolutely not prepared for this, all you wanted was for him to give you back your stuff so you could go. “I just thought it wasn’t worth saying, it’s just some notes I took while reading it, it’s nothing special.”

“It seems special enough to me,” Mr. Suh said. “Do you write at all?”

“I... yeah, sometimes, but I just write for myself.” You mentally slapped yourself for telling him. Why is he getting everything so easily out of you?

“I would love to read it sometime... will you let me?”

You looked into his eyes and for the first time, he looked into yours. You’ve never seen him up close - not that you can recall at least, and you were mesmerized by the way he was looking at you like you were the only person that mattered. “S-sure,” you laughed nervously.

“Good,” was all he said before handing you your things, his fingers brushing against yours ever so lightly. Lightheaded, you quickly threw everything in your bag and scrambled to the door without saying goodbye. “Wait!”

You instantly halted, pulling back your hand that was stretching to the doorknob. You turned around slowly.

“What’s your name?”

“___,” you said.

“___,” he repeated after you, “I’m looking forward to seeing you next week, ___.”

When you got back to your dorm, you threw your bag on the ground and jumped on your bed. What the hell happened today? You could not believe that you actually spoke with Mr. Suh. And it was so awkward! Could it have been more awkward?

One thing was certain - you had to come prepared for next week.

The leaves outside are all turning different warm colors as you watch them from the window of your classroom. Mr. Suh is wearing a black shirt with a vest over it and you can barely focus on what he’s saying, your breathing heavy when you think about your brief encounter last week. He probably doesn’t remember it and yet it’s all you can think about. You look at your hand and inspect it, thinking about how his fingers touched yours. Probably not on purpose, but it was still a big moment for you.

Mr. Suh ends the lecture with “Try and see all the details in the world, as small as they can be,” and you think that’s all for today.

Until you hear your name fall from his lips.

Some students look at you, confused as to what prompted him to call on you, some students pass you, not caring. You look at Mr. Suh, clutching your bag in your hand and he smiles. “Can I speak with you for a moment?”

You feel your body pulling itself towards him like a moth to a flame, heart pounding so much you can see it through your chest.

No one is there to witness your conversation. Mr. Suh sits down and offers you a chair next to him. You wonder if he can see your heartbeat as well.

“I hope I’m not messing up your schedule,” is the first thing he says.

“No, you’re- it’s fine,” you say. Truthfully, you have nothing planned for the day - and you usually don’t - but you also think appearing busy makes you more interesting.

“I was wondering if you have anything you wrote with you here?” he pauses, and when you don’t say anything, he adds, “you know, like we talked about last week?”

“Oh, uh... yeah.” You rummage through your bag as you internally scream at yourself. What are you doing? Why would you show him this?

You pull out a spiral notebook. The corners are bent, the cover is scribbled over and the spiral has a ribbon braided into it. “I, um, i write my stuff here.”

Mr. Suh takes the notebook from you and he is only on the second page when he gets a call.

“Hey! Yeah, yeah. Around three? I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ll look into it. Yeah, bye.”

He looks at you. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go,” he grabs your notebook, “I will return it asap, I promise,” and hurries out of the classroom.

“Wait!” You want to scream at him to give it back, you want to catch him and snatch it from his hands, but all you can do is sigh. Then you think about all the little drawings you have there, the notes from other lectures and you wonder how this 40-ish year old man is going to react when he sees it. You think of all the embarrassing poems you don’t get to tear out and you think to yourself that he’s probably never going to want to continue talking after this.

You cannot wait for your next lecture. Well, maybe “cannot wait” isn’t the right term. You can’t sleep thinking about your hot teacher reading your silly little poems. He was probably laughing while reading, you think. You wear your prettiest dress and knee socks and you shiver during your walk to the lecture hall. You want this day to be over and done with. You just want your notebook back and who knows, maybe this is the last day you and Mr. Suh talk.

You certainly hope not.

This day seems to be different. The way Mr. Suh speaks is the same, but there is a hint of something in the air. You wonder if other students feel it too. You listen to the lecture, take notes, but your mind keeps drifting away to your notebook and what Mr. Suh thought of your writing. His lecture is very short today, he even ends it early - and you have a weird gut feeling about it.

There are a few other students that want to speak to Mr. Suh, so you wait in line when finally it’s your turn. “Hello, I-”

“Oh, ___. I have read your stuff, but I left your notebook in my office, do you mind coming with me to retrieve it?”

“Sure,” you nod and you follow him down the hallway to his office.

When you get there, you look around and take everything in, your mind taking pictures of the wall art, the stack of papers on his desk, the dim light coming through the shut blinds. His room smells nice, warm, it’s a complicated feeling you have. You look at all the books he has there, and there really are many books; scattered around the room, in towers, under his desk, on the windowsill. Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by Mr. Suh’s voice.

“So,” he finally says and you realize how long you have been eyeing his office for. “I’ve read it all.”

He’s holding your notebook in his hands and you so desperately want to snatch it from his hands and run away, never looking back. instead you look at him, almost in shame. “Yeah?”

“I really enjoyed reading all your poems and... other writings. I think you’re very talented, and I mean it.”

You don’t realize it right away but you’re holding your breath, ready for him to say “but... I also think you’re a weirdo and I want nothing to do with you, goodbye.”

But it never happens.

“I especially liked one poem in particular.”

If you were nervous before, you can’t describe what you’re feeling now. Mr. Suh flips through your notebook, before stopping at an untitled poem and showing it to you. The poem reads:

I sit in the back and stare, I sit and stare at you, my eyes wide. So many other flowers around but I’m picking you, You speak and you sound like the rain I want you to rain on me, soak me with your raindrops Cover my body in kisses But you can’t, and you won’t So I sit in the back and stare.

You laugh nervously. You know who you wrote this poem about, but does he?

“I wonder what you meant by it, you know.”

You don’t want to give anything away, so you just blink. “What do you think?”

“I think,” he says, putting the notebook on his desk before fixing his gaze on you, “that it’s about your English literature teacher. I think you sit in the back of the class and watch him every week talk about books, but all you want to do is to let him fuck you.”

You’re speechless; you want to say something, to argue, to deny everything, and you open your mouth but no words come out. You can’t believe what words he used, you’ve never heard him swear before. He takes a few steps towards you, bends down and puts his lips next to your ear.

“Also, putting my initials in a heart next to the poem helped me figure that out as well.”

“No!” Your voice finally finds you. You’re feeling lightheaded again. “It’s not- you’ve got it all wrong, I’m sorry Mr. Suh, but it’s not like that at all.”

“Cut the crap, ___. I hate liars. Do you know what I do with liars?”

You look down, defeated. “N-no?”

His lips crash onto yours and you can’t believe what is happening. It’s the kind of kiss you see with lovers who haven’t seen each other in ages. teeth clashing, tongues intertwining. He’s a great kisser, and sure, you’ve kissed before, but no one has made kissing feel this good. He bites your lower lip and leaves open mouth kisses down your neck to your collarbone before coming back to your lips. You moan into his mouth.

“Wait,” you pant, pushing him away. “We shouldn’t do this.”

He looks at you, eyes hungry and dark. “I know we shouldn’t. But our professional relationship is over anyway, if we stop now, nothing’s gonna change about the way we feel for each other.”

How we feel for each other. Does that mean he likes me too? Your thoughts ran wild and before you know it, you are the one kissing him, undoing the buttons on his shirt. You see his abs and you’re surprised how in shape he is. You start to wonder what he’s doing in his free time, is it really just books?

When his shirt is off, Mr. Suh is the one to stop asking you to turn around so he can unzip your dress. “You wore this for me, didn’t you? You little minx.”

When you don’t answer, he pulls your hair to tilt your head back. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes I did, god,” you pant, and he takes his sweet time pulling the zipper down and kissing your back that is slowly revealed to him. He’s touching you gently, but there’s a certain neediness to his touch. He lets your dress fall to the ground and you’re glad you didn’t wear a bra today.

“Turn around for me.” You do and as soon as he’s met with your chest, he latches onto your breast, sucking your hardened nipple. Your back arches and you moan and thread your fingers through his soft hair in pure bliss. 

“M-more, I need more,” you whisper, eyes shutting in pleasure.

“My little girl needs more, huh?” Mr. Suh chuckles, looking up at you. His hand travels down your chest, fingers tracing your belly, until they reach the waistband of your panties. “May I?”

You nod like your life depends on it. “Please, I want it.”

You lean against his desk and he cups your sex, feeling your damp panties against his palm. He pulls your panties down slowly and discards them somewhere - you don’t even see where, all you can focus on are his hands, his fingers-

A loud moan echoes through the small office when his fingers enter you, curling inside you. “Shh, my good girl, you need to be quiet,” Mr. Suh tells you, watching your face intently. your eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip caught between your teeth; you look like an absolute goddess to him. “Need to prepare you for my cock.”

There’s just something about him talking dirty to you that has your head spinning, everything about him is so intoxicating - his smell, his words, his body. He’s focused on how your body reacts, skillful fingers plunging in and out of you, your arousal dripping down his hand and onto the carpeted floor. “God, you’re so wet. How long has it been since you’ve had a dick in you?”

It takes you a while to respond, your mind clouded with pleasure. “Ah, too long,” you moan out, bucking your hips against his hand.

“You’re so eager,” he chuckles, but in reality he’s eager too, his dick twitching in his pants every time you let out a whine. When your whines increase, he suddenly stops, leaving you empty and gasping for air.

“Why did you stop?”

Suddenly he’s hovering above you and you feel small, but he only smirks. “As much as I would love for you to come undone on my fingers, I need to feel you now.”

And he does; you grab the edge of the desk in anticipation and watch him as he takes his pants off, then his boxers, his member slapping against his stomach upon release. You almost gasp at his size, he’s long and girthy, looks like one of those you’ve seen on porn sites. Mr. Suh sees your reaction and chuckles, pulls out a condom to roll down his length, guides his dick towards your entrance and you hold your breath, expecting the stretch.

A single tear rolls down your cheek as he slowly pushes in and he catches it with his lips, kissing it away. You swear that is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Soon enough, he starts moving, a series of moans leaving your lips, even though he’s going slow, afraid to hurt you in any way. “You can go faster,” you whisper and he is never one to pass up a challenge - pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into your pussy full-force. This sends you back, your elbows shake from trying to hold your upper body and he moans, the most sinful moan you’ve ever heard.

At this point his pace is fast as he pistons in and out of you and you no longer want to hold the table, instead going for his biceps. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grunts and suddenly both of you are very aware of the fact that this is still a public place, not a bedroom far away from curious eyes. Mr. Suh covers your mouth, shushing your moans. “When we’re alone, you can be as loud as you want, but right now it’s too risky baby,” he explains and your heart palpitates at the though of this not being just a one time thing.

“You’re so dirty, coming here to fuck your teacher. What would your classmates think if they saw you here, getting pounded by this big fucking cock, huh?”

You moan, nails digging into his skin. He props his left leg on the desk to find a better angle.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I’m going to make you mine, I- fuck, no one is ever going to fuck you as good as i fuck you.”

“Mr. Suh, please,” you plead, brows furrowing, lips bleeding from how many times you bit them.

“Please what? My little girl is so fucked out she can’t even speak huh?” he mocks, but ultimately slows down so you can speak.

“Please let me cum, p-please!”

“You can cum, baby,” he whispers and you do just that, with him still inside you, continuing to push into you. His thrusts are becoming sloppy and he pulls out, breathing heavily. “Get on your knees.”

You slide of the table, body sweaty and hot and kneel before him, waiting for next instructions.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, jerking off and you watch him in awe, sweat glistening on his biceps, abs and down his v-line. You watch his face, scrunched up in pleasure and you open your mouth both in submission and total adoration.

Hot cum shoots down your throat, part of it getting on your cheek and you swallow like a good girl, opening your empty mouth again like a pornstar, so he can see what a good job you’ve done. Instead, he crouches down in front of you and your lips meet again - you don’t realize it but you’re shaking, and he rubs your arms slowly while he makes out with you, both of you breathing heavily, bodies close together.

Finally, he plants a kiss on your forehead. “You’ve been such a good girl. My good girl,” he trails off, and you feel how nervous he is calling you his even though he had no problem doing so just a few moments ago.

When you both catch your breath, he helps you get up from the floor. Gives you a tissue to clean yourself and offers you a cup of coffee, which you decline. You get dressed in silence, it’s like everything was said, but you don’t want it to end, no, not yet, you don’t want this to be over. Your thoughts are interrupted by Mr. Suh saying your name.

“Yes?”

“I hope you understand how important it is for you to not tell anyone what happened here,” he says, and it’s the serious Mr. Suh again.

“Of course,” you nod and bend down to pick up your bag from the floor when he stops you.

“That being said, I hope this wasn’t the last time. I... I really like you, you know. It’s not just because you’re a good fuck.”

You chuckle. “Thanks. I also hope it’s not the last time.”

Mr. Suh smiles at you, with teeth and all, and kisses your forehead once again. “Then, how about tomorrow at my place?”

“I would love that.”

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If I show up to brunch tomorrow in a spiked choker and full smoky eye, mind ya business (vid. cr. @jung-koook)

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whalien 52 is supposed to be such a meaningful song but jungkook starting the song by singing “im a whale” really kills the vibe

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gif collab with @jungshiii  @hobsgukk​:: hoseok lookbook ━ boyfriend material (cr.)

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BTS → 180601 ‘Fake Love’

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the man he is!

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Pls write something soon 😞

heyy, don’t worry, I’m back now!! I’m working on requests and finishing up some drafts so expect new works any time now!!

also, please be safe everyone!!

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enemies (m)

PAIRING: park jimin + reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 3,4k WARNINGS: choking, degradation, orgasm denial, rough sex, dom!jimin, sub!reader. listen... this is quite filthy (but like what else is new right) and there is a lot a lot a lot of explicit language but, yeah. enjoy lmao - SUMMARY: you and jimin have never really been friends. in fact, it was very hard for you two to get along. so what if one day it all just escalates?

"I’m just saying - people like these shouldn’t be allowed to call themselves artists.”

You were spending the night at your friend’s house. You had known Namjoon for a little over a year now - you two meeting at an award show in Tokyo. It was actually him who ran up to you first, expressing to you how much he loved your art, and it all began there.

Both of you knew there wasn’t any chemistry between you. That said, you quickly became friends with him and his band members. Well, not all of them.

Park Jimin was, in your eyes, the biggest narcissist and snob you’ve ever met. He made it clear from the get-go - as soon as you were introduced to him, he looked you up and down and scoffed, as if you were something that stuck to his shoe. You were so embarrassed at first, but soon enough that feeling turned into anger. For the rest of that one evening, he kept making snarky remarks, mocking you with every glance he sent your way.

And that was only the beginning. From that evening on, the tension between you two was so obvious literally anyone could feel it. You two would constantly shit talk and make fun of each other, he’d always tell everybody how dumb and cheap-dressed you were, while you’d always accuse him of trying to act sweet in front of his fans while being rude and condescending towards anyone walking his way.

This time, you were seated in the middle of the boys’ living room, having a group conversation. They had invited a bunch of friends (and, to Jimin’s demise, also you) to celebrate their break and have a little kickback.

Yet, it only took Jimin about 5 minutes before his words started annoying the shit out of you. So when he started talking about who can call themselves an artist and who can’t - an obvious stab into your flesh - you decided it was enough. You were having none of it this time, so when you heard him say another hurtful thing, you finally spoke up.

“Why do you say that?”

His lips curved upwards a little bit, clearly amused by your reaction. “Why do you think?”

“I don’t know... because you have literally no grasp on the world that revolves around you maybe?”

Some people gasped; to you two, it wasn’t anything extraordinary though. You’d confront each other all the time, although it would never result in anything.

“Oh, really? So I have no grasp of reality. Hmm, that’s interesting,” he mocked, narrowing his eyes at you. “I think you’re wrong. In fact, I think you’re wrong when you speak altogether.”

“Oh, really?” you mocked him back, “maybe if you pulled your head out of your own ass for a second you’d actually understand what I am saying.”

Jimin took a deep breath, possibly about to “put you in your place” before Namjoon stood up. “Guys, stop it. We aren’t here to fight. So just enjoy the drinks and the music and stop fighting like you are preschoolers.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, bowing your head a little.

“Whatever,” Jimin mumbled before throwing his legs on the coffee table.

You hated him. You hated him so, so much.

The night went on, the atmosphere eventually lighting up. You were drinking, laughing, not giving a single fuck about anybody. You’d found a dance partner - a brown haired man with a cute smile - and you were literally dancing the night away with him.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked you, resting his head at the crook of your neck as you both swayed your hips to the rhythm. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin leaning against the wall, staring at you intently.

“No, thank you,” you smiled. 

“Okay, well I’m going to go grab a glass of whiskey, be right back.”

“Sure.”

As soon as your partner left, you felt a hand sneaking up your arm and grabbing it before pulling you away from the crowd. Looking up, you saw none other than Jimin, whose jaw was clenched tightly, knuckles white from holding you so firmly.

“What the fuck are you doing? Let me go you fucking psycho!” you yelled at him, which resulted in him literally growling at you before pushing you into a room and closing the door behind you two.

“I should be asking you the same damn question.”

Confused and frankly a little scared, you just quietly stared back at him.

“What was that little show you were putting on, hm?”

“What are y-”

“You know damn well what I mean!” he shouted at you. “I mean come on; whoring yourself around for everyone to see how cheap you are? Pathetic.”

“I’m not ‘whoring myself around’ you dickhead!”

“Oh really? So you were doing all these moves to... feel good? You had no idea that everybody was watching you?”

“No!”

“Do you want to fuck Changkyun?”

That question caught you off guard. No matter how much you hated each other, you’ve never been this... unfiltered before.

“No, I don’t want to fuck Changkyun.”

“Then why were you all over him?! Why did you let him touch you like that?!”

“And why should you care?! You’re fucking rude to me all the time! The first time we met, you were already rude to me! You keep making fun of me, mocking me, shit-talking me, and when I am not paying attention to your stupid remarks, suddenly I am the bad guy again? Fuck you!” You screamed.

“Fuck you,” you repeated, only now noticing the hot tears that streamed down your cheeks.

“You prissy little bitch, you think I am the only one to blame here? You show off your body all the time and tease all the members like someone wants to see you show your bare ass under those little skirts and dresses you always wear,” Jimin yelled back, his fist colliding with the wall just inches away from your head, startling you.

“I don’t do that on purpose, Jimin,” you say quietly, bowing your head in submission. “It’s just my style, I like skirts.”

“Oh, so being a common whore is now a style, huh? Fucking fuck, you make me so mad.”

Seeing Jimin angry was a normal thing for you; only on rare occasions have you ever seen him in a good mood around you. And yet, tonight, you felt kind of turned on by his harsh words and actions. You hated to admit it, but it was the truth. The way his nostrils flared upon seeing you, the way his voice dropped an octave when he spoke to you, and especially the roughness of his movements was too much for you, and before you could stop it, you let out a quiet moan.

Although, as quiet as it might have been, you froze in your spot as you saw Jimin’s ears perk up, his mischievous smile making an appearance.

“So...” he paused, clearly enjoying your flushed face as he got closer to your ear, “the little slut gets turned on by getting me mad? Is this why you’ve been flashing your boobs and your ass at me every single time I walked in the room?”

His fingers gently caressed your jaw, stopping at your chin before he lifted your head to make you look at him. “You succeeded, doll. You made me fucking angry beyond words. So how are you gonna make it up to me now that you’re here?”

You gulp, visibly surprised by his question. He momentarily takes his eyes off of you, mindlessly searching through the room and pretending to think. A lightbulb appears above his head as his eyes grow darker. He isn’t that tall, but at this very moment, it feels like he’s ten feet tall, hovering over your small frame like a lion and a mouse.

“Why don’t you get on your knees for me, hm?”

All the air suddenly leaves your lungs, heart skipping a beat. “Mh-I-ex-excuse me?”

“Get. On. Your. Knees.” he repeats, letting go of you.

Your instincts tell you to slap him; to run, to scream, to do anything else. But you suddenly feel your knees nearing the floor as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Fuck,” Jimin breathes out, studying your every feature. He begins unbuckling his belt and you gasp - this is really happening. He unzips his pants and they fall to the floor, revealing his boxer briefs that are caging his needy cock.

Your hand slowly reaches for the waistband, but just like that, he slaps your hands away. “No touching. A dirty slut like you should be able to do it with her mouth.” You, although unexperienced, manage to pull his boxers down quite quickly - clearly impressing him. His dick springs free and you gulp. You’ve only ever been with two guys and honestly don’t really know how to perform a blowjob. You feel his eyes burning into you and so you place a soft kiss to the tip of his dick and then kitten lick his shaft down to the base. Jimin growls, pulling your hair up to face him again.

“Oh no, no, you don’t get to tease,” he pauses, his free hand squeezing your cheeks, “now be a good girl and suck me off, and maybe if you do a good job I’ll reward you.”

It’s a challenge that you willingly take, hollowing your cheeks as you go down on him. He lets out a whine, the most erotic noise you’ve ever heard, and you can feel your panties dampening. You feel like you’re in control and it suddenly gives you motivation to do as good as you can.

Bobbing your head up and down, half of Jimin’s length slips past your lips again and again. His fingers tangle in your hair, eventually controlling the pace, before he pulls you all the way down so that you can take him fully.

You gag when you feel him hit the back of the throat. Tears well up in your eyes but he keeps your head in place, growling again. “Don’t run from it. I like seeing you gag.”

Under any other circumstances you’d fight back, but you’re so lost in pleasuring Jimin that you only moan around his cock.

“Can’t talk back now that you’ve got dick down your throat, huh?” Jimin smirks, although one of his hands lets go of your hair and gently massages your throat.

It all feels so sensual that you find yourself reaching under your skirt to massage the pulsating bud between your thighs. Finally relieving some tension, you sigh, sending vibrations down his shaft. Jimin notices your hand furiously moving under your skirt and quickly pulls you off of him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he snarls, smacking your hand away from your heat. “Did I allow you to do that?”

“N-no,” you mumble, throat still sore from it’s previous abuse.

“Get on the bed,” Jimin commands, lightly pushing you. In a trance-like state, you follow his orders, submissively climbing onto the bed. You turn around, confused that he’s not following you, but he only chuckles at your desperate state. “Take off all your clothes.”

You obey again, quickly ridding yourself of your t-shirt, bra, skirt and panties, all while kicking off your shoes in the process. It takes you a second to register that you’re completely naked in front of the man you once hated.

Or do you still?

Looking up, you see Jimin also completely naked, his shaped muscular body almost making you drool. You try to cover yourself with your hands but he seems displeased, climbing onto the bed and spreading your legs with his bare knee. He holds your hands above your head, making you immobile.

“What do we have here?” he smirks again, his hand brushing over your bare pussy before bringing his hand back and slapping it. You whine and trash around, unable to stop him.

“What a pretty cunt. Shame it has been used so much,” he mutters, slapping your pussy again.

“That’s not t-”

Three sharp slaps are delivered to your clit, each stronger than the previous one. “Did I say you could speak?”

Jimin grabs you by your waist, flipping you onto your stomach before pulling away from you. “Spread your pussy for me. Come on. Spread your legs and show me what a cockslut you are.”

Again, lust had clouded your vision and you follow his orders, arching your back and spreading your legs so that he can see you in all your glory.

He grunts, and at that exact time you feel your arousal trickle down your thigh. You’re sure you can get your release from his voice alone. “Now that’s a sight to see. Your cunt is so pink and swollen, ready to be filled. Are you ready to be filled?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you furiously nod, wiggling your ass for him, which causes you to get spanked.

“Pathetic,” he laughs. “Trying to get my attention like you always do, hm?”

“I wasn’t-”

Spank!

“Shut up. Are you on the pill?”

You sigh, glad that Jimin has finally decided to take mercy upon you. “Yes, I am.”

“Good.”

Suddenly you feel his thumb enter you slowly, and once Jimin retrieves it, another sticky precum leaks from your aching cunt. “Looks like the whore is ready to be used now, huh?”

You don’t say anything, afraid he might punish you for that. but soon enough you feel his lips against your ear. “And why should I fuck you, hm? Do you think you deserve my cock? A dirty whore like you who fucks every man she meets. Isn’t that what you are? A little cock hungry slut.”

You moan involuntary and swear you can hear Jimin praise you.

“So why should I?”

“P-punish me for being so naughty,” you whisper, “make my pussy yours, Jimin, please.”

Jimin chuckles, spitting on your pussy, but once his hands grip the back of your knees and you feel the tip of his cock against your pussy, you know you won.

He thrusts in and you can’t help but moan at the stretch. Jimin pulls out before slamming into you again, now with more force, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. He picks up his pace, fucking into you roughly and precisely, making sure you feel his every inch. Your moans are interrupted ever so often by Jimin’s hand coming in contact with your ass.

“How are you still so tight after fucking so many guys, fuck,” he questions, continuing his pace.

“I never- I don’t-”

Smack!

“How many of them were in my position, huh? Twelve? Nineteen?”

“Just t-two, p-please Jimin- ah!”

“Shut your fucking mouth, you liar,” Jimin growls, “I don’t believe a whore like you only had two cocks in here.”

You want to speak, defend yourself, but his fingers enter your mouth as his other hand wraps around your throat to push you closer to him, cutting of your airway.

“Whatever, after I’m done with you, you’ll never remember anyone else between those legs other than me. I’ll fill you up so good you’ll be dripping with my cum for days.”

You moan against his fingers, wiggling away from him a little to take a little break from his punishing thrusts.

He clearly does not like that.

“Take this fucking cock,” he barks at you, biting your shoulder to keep you in place, “don’t run from it.”

“I’m so close, Jimin, I can’t-”

“You can and you will.” Jimin’s authoritative voice fucks you up even more and you’re so sure you will burst into tears if you don’t get to cum soon.

“Jimin, I’ll do anything, j-just... please, let me cum, please.” You know you sound desperate, but that’s because you are. 

“This is how I like you,” Jimin says, “there’s none of that cockiness you always have when you talk to me. Just a little slut desperate to cum.”

You whine, because that wasn’t the answer you were hoping for, and receive two more spanks to your already sore ass.

“Come, show me whose bitch are you. Fuck, from now on, you’re only gonna be coming on this dick and nowhere else. I’m gonna carve my cock into your walls.”

Another string of moans announces your release and you come, crying out Jimin’s name and clutching the sheets below you.

“I’m gonna fill you up now you’re gonna be full of my cum for days. I’ll leave you dripping for me, so that everyone will see you belong to me.”

You can’t help but clench around him after hearing those words. You are still coming down from your high and Jimin tries to prolong your orgasm by playing with your clit. His thrusts are now sloppy and you know he’s gonna come too.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Jimin states. “Tell me you are mine.”

“I’m yours, Jimin,” you breathe out, “this pussy is yours. I am yours.”

“Shit, I’m going to- fuck!”

Jimin moans and you almost come again at how sinful yet erotic that sounded. Hot liquid fills you up completely, just like he said, and he pulls out of you only to see his cum spill out of your swollen cunt.

“You took me so well, baby,” you hear him say. “Stay like that for a minute, please.”

You hear rustling behind you but you’re too tired to move. Suddenly you feel the fabric of your panties pressing against your legs, slowly being dragged up before covering your cum filled pussy.

“Jimin! I’m still- I haven’t-”

“Shh, I know, baby,” he coos, pressing a kiss against your clothed heat, “I want you to return to the party like this. I want every man there to know you’re mine.”

You sigh and sit up, gathering your clothes to put them back on. “Jimin... did you really mean it? When you said you wanted me to be yours?”

“Yes,” he answers and the room stays silent. Suddenly you don’t know what to say or do and you just sit there, legs still trembling, while you play with your fingers. You hear Jimin putting his clothes on, but you don’t dare lift your head.

That is until his hand gently lifts your chin up and your eyes meet.

“Look... I know I’ve been a pain in the ass. I really didn’t like you at first, you were right about that. I thought you were a little...” he trails off and you narrow your eyes at him, knowing what insult was about to come out. “...eh- I just thought you were another dumb girl trying to get into our pants. And when I realized that you actually wanted to be friends and genuinely cared about us... I felt like it was too late to befriend you, you know. So I just kept on going, hoping you’ll slip up and show me that I was right about you from the minute I met you. But you just- didn’t...”

“Jimin-”

“And when I saw him,” he snorts, “I- fuck. I realized I liked you more and I’m sorry for doing this to you.”

Again, the brown eyed boy pauses, reaching for your skirt to maybe clean you up, but you stop him, firmly grabbing his wrist.

“Are you seriously apologizing for giving me the best orgasm of my life?”

“W-What?”

“Yeah, no, I definitely want to keep this-” you point to your crotch, “as you left it. Besides, it is so much more fun when we’re trying not to get caught.

Jimin can’t help but kiss you hungrily after this, and it is only now that you realize that this is your very first kiss. You moan into his mouth and he does the same to you, gripping your shoulders tightly. Pulling away, your lips are swollen and puffy and eyes wide like cherry pies.

“Meet me after the party in my room, I think I still have a lot to play with, kitten.”

You smile at the nickname and leave the room, pretending as if nothing really happened.

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childish (m)

PAIRING: jeon jeongguk + reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 3k WARNINGS: dom!jeongguk, sub!reader, rough sex, orgasm denial - SUMMARY: jeongguk is tired of everyone treating him like the baby of the group. but when his love interest starts acting the same way, he finally snaps.

Every friday was the same. You and your friends would hang out at their house and order two pizzas. You would talk about your week, plans for the next one, sometimes you guys would play games together. It has become a routine at this point, each of you always arriving despite your busy schedule or the occasional sickness.

So it came as more than a surprise when you arrived just after 7pm and your friends were nowhere to be found. Besides, two large pizzas - one pepperoni and one with tuna - were set next to one of the couches, their divine smell filling your nostrils. Usually, you had to come as early as you could, because no one (except for Taehyung) would ever leave a few pieces for you. It was pretty much the early bird gets the worm. But not today.

Today, the pizza boxes were left unnoticed, and you almost wanted to call Hoseok to ask what the hell is going on, if you didn’t hear the stomping and quiet music coming from their gym.

Opening the door slowly, your friends stood there, playing one of their songs and dancing as if it was the last time they could do so.

“Guys?” you asked slowly, not trying to disturb them.

“___!” Jin exclaimed, stopping his movements to run up to you instead. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Seokjin, you’re the one who needs the most practicing, so bring your ass back here again,” Namjoon scolded the older man, waving you hello in the process.

“Ah, ___!” Jimin smiled at you before turning around to face the other guys. “Now I can’t concentrate when she’s around, I’ll be so nervous!”

“Shut up, Jimin,” you laughed, “I can always join you, can’t I?”

“Right,” Yoongi nodded, playfully squeezing Jimin’s shoulders. “By the way you are dancing all evening, I’d have to assume ___ has been watching us for hours now.”

The younger man slapped the rapper’s hand away, but still giggled.

“So... Is anyone going to tell me why are you here and not devouring the pizza upstairs?”

“Oh my God, glad you asked,” Namjoon spoke again, “we’ve been practicing this choreo for hours and hours, yet we can’t seem to... finish it up? Like we always think of something, but then someone,” he stops to glare at Jeongguk, “says it’s not it and that it needs a little more sensuality or whatever.”

“I only said that because it’s true!” the maknae tries to defend himself, “It’s not Spring day! It should have more tension and all that.”

Now it was your turn to giggle. 

“What?” Jeongguk’s head whips around to face you.

“Nothing, it’s just- it’s so funny that you said that, you know, you...” 

“And what about it?”

“Nothing, Kookie,” Hobi chimed in, poking his cheeks, “it’s just that you’re our little baby boy and suddenly you talk like that... you better wash your mouth out with soap!”

Everyone, except for Jeongguk, laughed. 

“Alright.”

“Well why don’t you guys show me what you’ve worked on, and then I can tell you what I think as an audience member,” you suggested. “I mean come on, I am a fan!”

“Okay then.”

- - -

“...and then we would go like this-” Namjoon said, lifting his right leg like a flamingo before turning around and returning his leg to the ground as he did so, “and that could be the beginning for the chorus.”

Hoseok and Seokjin burst into laughter as they imitated Namjoon’s dance move, purposely intertwining their fingers to look like ballerinas. The younger boy sighed, but a small chuckle followed right after.

“Yeah, I... I think I liked the second version better,” you admitted with a playful smile on your lips. “Most of you were in the spirit during that one.”

“Most of you? Does that mean someone has been messing it up?” Taehyung smirked at you.

“N-No... Well, not as far as the choreography goes...”

“Then what is on your mind?”

“I-I just-” you struggled to find correct words.

“Just say it, we’ve been friends for so long, we won’t get mad,” Hoseok reinforced you, giving you thumbs up.

“I just... Can’t take you seriously when Kookie’s just being all cute or whatever,” you blurted out quickly, “He is so adorable and I want nothing more than to wrap him in a blanket and carry him everywhere with me.”

Some members chuckled, but the strange expression on Jeongguk’s face made you tremble. “N-Not that I don’t take you seriously, Jeongguk. It’s just that I can only see you in a cute concept.”

“I mean... he is the baby of the group,” Yoongi said. “We see him as a younger brother that we need to protect, you know? I think he kinda grew up like that... you know, being cared for and stuff.”

“You guys really think of me like that?” the youngest member asked, the tone of his voice sweet but the expression on his face bitter. “You think I can’t take care of myself?”

“Not that you can’t take care of yourself, just that... um...” Hoseok trailed off.

“I see,” Jeongguk said. “So your concept would be 100% better if I wasn’t in the picture.”

“Nobody said that,” Namjoon shook his head.

“She did,” Jeongguk pointed his long finger at you.

You threw your hands up in defeat, “see, this is why I didn’t wanna tell you.” Cocking your head towards Jeongguk, you continued: “You just can’t deal with one fucking comment. It wasn’t even an opinion! I need a minute.”

And with that, you headed towards the door. You needed a place alone, any place would work. You chose the bathroom because it was the closest and you could lock yourself in it.

With trembling hands, you turned the faucet on and splashed some water on your face. You watched yourself in the mirror, your flushed cheeks covered in small droplets of water. You couldn’t believe you let a small argument like this ruin you. It wasn’t even over anything serious!

Your thoughts were interrupted by a short knock at the door.

“Occupied,” you automatically answered, drying your cheeks with your arms.

“It’s me.” Jeongguk’s voice sounded a little impatient on the other side of the door.

“Jeongguk, go away. I just need a minute.”

“___, open the door.” He sounded calm, yet there was something in his voice that prevented you from doing so.

“No.”

“Open the fucking door or I’m going to bust it open myself,” he huffed, stopping you in your tracks. You knew he, out of all the members, was the only one capable of doing so, and so you saw yourself unlocking the door slowly. Next thing you knew, the door was wide open and then closed and locked again as your back got pressed against it. Your eyes were met by dark brown ones, staring intently into your soul.

“Jeongguk, what the fuck are you doing?” you screamed at him, only for him to shush you up with his hand on your mouth.

“Shut up. I didn’t like your little act at the gym. The way you looked at me, the way you spoke to me...”

You tried to say his name, but his hand muffled your voice.

“Why did you think it was okay to embarrass me like that?”

You ripped his hand away from your mouth and he let you. “First of all, you literally asked for my opinion. Second, you’re acting like a jealous possessive boyfriend and I don’t like it.”

“But you do like it, don’t you? You like seeing me like this. You’re just too prideful to admit that the maknae makes you feel these things.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just a baby.”

“Aren’t I older than you though?” he cocked his eyebrow at you.

“T-That has nothing to do with this,” you stuttered.

“So you’re telling me you haven’t been dreaming about this body of mine? You’re telling me you never thought about me in a sexual way?” He chuckled as he held your chin so that your gaze was fixed on him. “Tell me, sweet ___, have you been touching yourself to the thought of a real man fucking your pussy? Have you thought about leaving these pathetic little boys for good, because their kisses are just not enough for a hungry little slut like you?”

You couldn’t believe how accurate he was. How easily he figured you out. He knew that you wanted more, no, you needed more, and you just wanted to leave all those immature young guys on the playground while you went to fetch a real adult.

Nevertheless, you still held your pride.

“How would you know what a real man does?”

And that was it; that was all it took for Jeongguk to slam his lips against yours in a frantic manner. You don’t really remember kissing him back, you just remember how needy the kiss was for the both of you. Jeongguk clearly needed to assert his dominance, pinning you against the wall, his strong hands tightly gripping yours. His hips bucked into yours and you gasped. The way he was skillfully grinding onto you was almost sinful, yet it felt so damn good.

He pulled away and smirked upon seeing you. Everything about you - your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips, your heavy breathing - just confirmed the man’s words. You were already a mess. A hot mess.

“Didn’t think you’d get this riled up for an immature boy huh?” he mocked, studying your face.

“Or maybe I’m simply a good actress,” you retorted.

Both of you knew that was a lie; not even the best-trained actress could pull off those emotions. Yet, for some reason, Jeongguk was still quite unsatisfied with your answer.

“Just shut up, ___. I hate little liars like you.”

“Now doesn’t that sound childish?” The smile on your face was quickly wiped away as the boy lifted your whole body up, placing you on the sink before reattaching his lips to yours. This time it wasn’t as random as before - now, Jeongguk clearly had a motive. You could tell by the way his hand pressed against your clothed clit, making you whimper. He smiled into the kiss.

“If I am so childish and immature... how come you’re this wet for me, hm?” 

You were about to say something back but his fingers slid past the waistband and started rubbing small circles onto your clit. Instinctively, you moaned loudly, making him quickly cover your mouth with his free hand.

“I know babygirl, but you have to keep quiet okay? Show me what a good girl you are and I might continue.”

His warning tone sent shivers down your spine but the way he kissed your forehead afterwards made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Suddenly his fingers made their way past your lower lips and slipped into your heat with ease. You were glad that his hand was still pressed against your lips, because the moans and whimpers that left your mouth were anything but discreet. But how could you contain yourself when Jeongguk’s fingers mercilessly plunged in and out of you, not showing any signs of stopping.

But then, once Jeongguk felt your walls clench around his fingers, his movements completely stopped. “Don’t cum. I didn’t tell you to.”

“B-but, Jeong- please- I-”

You pleas were cut short when the man’s fingers plunged back in inside your pussy, continuing their quick pace. “I said no.”

“Jeonggukkie, please I’m gonna- I can’t”

Jeongguk smirked at your desperate state, holding you down by your hips and burning his eyes into every curve and crevice of your body. “Take it. Are you gonna come? You gonna be a bad girl?” he whispered huskily, knowing his words would send you over the edge. He knew you couldn’t resist him.

And with another loud moan you came, your legs trembling, face even redder than before. Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows, squeezing your throat with his free hand. “What a shame. I was going to let you suck my cock, but I guess you just really want to disobey, right?”

“N-no...” you whined, bucking your hips to meet his, hands reaching for his pants. He chuckled, further restraining you.

“No touching. You’ve been a brat all evening,” he commanded sternly, although the corners of his mouth slightly turned upwards. Before you knew it he was flipping you over, pressing his crotch against your ass. “I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for, baby.” he whispered in your ear, pressing his lips against your earlobe, his hard on teasing your entrance as you arched your back into him, trying to get him to push inside, with no success, because his hands gripped your hips and held them in place. “Hmm, I wonder if you’ll finally stop whining and listen to me so we can get this whole thing over with.” 

You whimpered and wiggled your butt, trying to get him to do something, anything, but he wouldn’t oblige, holding you in place while gently rubbing his member against your folds. “Tell me,___, will you listen to me if I give you what you want?” he teased, one of his hands pushing under your t-shirt, running up your stomach to your breasts. “Will you?” he pressed again, pushing his head against yours and turning your face to push it against the mirror. You whined and nodded, letting the mirror fog up as you heaved for air, your chest moving rapidly. “Do we need a condom?”

“I’m- I’m on the pill,” you whispered against the mirror.

“Good girl,” Jeongguk praised, slapping your ass lightly, “are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you exhaled.

“We’ll see about that once I’m done with you.” he finally took mercy upon your writhing form and pushed his cock inside of you, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as you moaned into the glass of the mirror, arching your back to push your butt against him, a moan leaving your lips. 

“Fuck, look at you, baby. I’m barely inside and you’re already putty in my arms, I should have known you’ve been needy all this time,” he whispered and pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside, making you yelp with the force of the movement and push against the mirror, his hands trapping you in place. He repeated the action one more time, a grunt leaving his lips and his eyes fluttering closed for the briefest moment behind you, your eyes fixed on his reflection in the mirror as you took in the sight before and behind you. 

A loud moan left your lips and you struggled to keep your eyes open to take in the view as he started a punishing pace, pulling out almost all the way every single time, before slamming back in at full force, making your legs shake and your palms smudge with sweat against the mirror as you were trying to brace yourself.

“Take it, take my fucking cock like a good girl,” Jeongguk commanded.

“Oh my- Jeongguk, whatever you do, oh fuck, don’t stop, j-just please, ah, don’t stop,” you cried, desperately trying to hold on to anything you saw.

“I’m not going to baby, don’t worry,” he replied, biting your shoulder. “Fuck, are you close again?”

You were, and clearly, by the way you were clenching around his member, Jeongguk knew as well. “Y-yes.”

“Fuck,” he cursed again, snapping his hips into you, “me too, baby. Go on and cum.”

It seemed like the anger had washed away, his thrusts now being slower and sloppier. Still, his work made you feel like never before and soon enough you came, a loud moan and his name escaping your pink lips. Jeongguk followed, moaning out your name in a way that almost made you cum again. He pulled out, leaving you empty and gasping for air.

Once you gathered yourself, you washed your face again, putting your outfit on again, trying to make it look the same as previously. The last thing you wanted was to be made fun of for fucking your friend in the bathroom.

“Jeongguk?” you whisper, watching him pull up his pants. The man lifts his head up, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry that I called you childish,” you bow your head. “I didn’t realize what my words did to you.”

He sighs, walking closer to you. You’re not sure what to do, and it all feels a little too awkward just standing there. Jeongguk suddenly pulls you closer to him, your head making contact with his chest. His strong arms hold you firmly but tenderly, as if he wanted to make sure you won’t fly away. You wrap your arms around his torso, nuzzling your nose into his chest.

You stand there for a minute or two, before the older boy kisses the top of your head. “I think we should go. The boys might get suspicious.”

-

You walked into the main room together - you figured there was no point in lying since the boys probably knew quite well that you two were making up. Neither of you two were sure to what extent, though.

“Hey guys!” Hoseok smiled at you, “sorry there’s no pizza left. We tried to wait but we were also really hungry, so.”

You smiled back. There was no way Hobi knew what you two were doing back there. His smile was too genuine and innocent and his eyes sparkled like fireworks. “Oh, that’s o-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Jeongguk interrupted you. “No way you couldn’t save at least a little bit for me! You guys are so unfair!”

You looked at him, along with the other boys, but only your gaze snapped him back to reality.

“Ah- Well I guess it’s okay. But wait for me next time,” he mumbled, sitting down next to Jimin. You followed him, sitting down as well, and everything seemed to be fine again. You were talking and laughing with the boys, finally being able to relax. That was until you heard Jimin whisper to Jeongguk.

“Come on,” Jimin giggled, nudging the taller boy with his elbow. “How was she?”

“Jimin!” 

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if i can ask, how did you make the header for your nct masterlist?

i just used photoshop and played around with the shapes n fonts n stuff... sorry if that didnt help （´＿｀）

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i cant find childish on your profile? :(

oh don’t worry, i took it down because i wanted to fix it, but it should be up in a few days hopefully!

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play date (m)

PAIRING: kim namjoon + reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 4k WARNINGS: dom!namjoon, sub!reader, choking, degrading names, overstimulation, rough sex, daddy kink, light bdsm. this is literally the dirtiest smut i’ve ever written and i’m so sorry cause it’s kind of... brutal. i wrote this one night when i couldn’t sleep and im so sorry about the content of this story. if u don’t like rough, as in really rough stuff, please don’t read this one. apologies to the cute little sunshine that is namjoon, i just- i have a lot of dreams, you know? anyways, enjoy.

SUMMARY: you and namjoon have always been on good terms, even flirting from time to time. but once you get invited to a so called ‘play date’, certain misunderstandings may lead to some dirty actions.

I’ll be there soon.

seen 4:27 PM

You’ve read your message over and over as you skipped down the street to your friends’ place. Namjoon invited you over a couple days ago, cheekily adding you two are going to have a play date.

A play date, huh?

You weren’t sure what Namjoon meant when he said that. You knew about play dates as a scheduled meeting for children to play with other kids. But both of you were clearly adults. Besides, the events of the last few weeks suggested that there might be something more than just plain friendship.

There were “accidental” touches, different dirty jokes between you two, and glances, oh the glances. You weren’t sure if this wasn’t just all in your head, which was the reason why your outfit consisted of a short tennis skirt, a white blouse, pink socks and black mary jane shoes - in case if he really meant it just for fun, you can just go: “haha! I knew that all along!” and your outfit wouldn’t twist your words.

To top it all off, you wore a black heart choker and two pins on each side of your middle parted hair, something your friends weren’t really used to see you in.

You were almost immediately buzzed in, although it was not by Namjoon, but his older friend, Hoseok. You two had a good relationship - him being a good comedic relief everytime you hung out together - and so it was no surprise when you heard him running down the stairs excitedly just to hug you.

Once he saw you however, he halted his actions.

Looking you up and down, his mouth fell agape and it took him a few seconds to finally greet you. “___! What- I mean how-”

“What?” you giggled - you’ve never seen your friend this confused.

“Hobi? Is ___ her-”

Your eyes met with Taehyung’s, who was followed by Jeongguk.

“Hey guys!” you greeted them. “How are you?”

“Better now,” Jeongguk smirked, which earned him a playful slap by Taehyung.

“Good... we-”

“We- are good.”

“Okay? Uh, is Namjoon here?”

“Yeah, he is upstairs.”

“Okay, I’ll see you guys later!”

You practically ran up the stairs, your heart beating in your chest in excitement. The thought of seeing Namjoon, hell, Namjoon seeing you in this outfit made you feel elated.

Knock, knock, knock.

You heard footsteps and suddenly the door opened, revealing Namjoon in his casual outfit - an olive green hoodie and some grey sweatpants.

“Hel- oh.”

It took him one glance - one surprised glance to be exact - before he yanked your arm towards him, making you stumble into his room. He kicked the door so it would close, throwing you onto the couch.

“What the hell is this?” he asked, his gaze fixed on you.

Now it was your turn to stutter. “W-what is what?”

“Your outfit,” he said.

“Oh, I... I thought it would be funny if-”

“Did the boys see you?” Namjoon interrupted you, slowly making his way towards you.

“I- well, uh-”

He sat down next to you, tracing patterns onto your thigh, making you whimper quietly. “I, well, uh. You’re a big girl, use your words.”

“Th-they saw me, yes.”

“Who did, darling?”

“Hobi, Taehyung and Jeongguk.”

“Hmm, I see.”

And before you knew it, his lips were on yours. The kiss was not romantic, it was hot, sloppy and needy. His tongue explored your mouth all while both of his hands were occupied - one was holding your chin, the other one danced on your thigh.

He suddenly broke the kiss. “Continue.”

“Ex-excuse me?”

“You said you thought it would be funny and I didn’t let you finish. What would be funny, darling?”

You tried to speak, but his hands were everywhere and-

“Speak.”

“Uh, I thought, since you said this was a play date, tha- oh my god - that I would dress up like I-I was going to a p-”

“So you decided to wear the skimpiest outfit you could find? So that you could tease me? You don’t think you do that enough already?” His hand traveled into your panties, cupping your sex. “Bending over in the tiniest shorts you own, like you did during our kickback? Fuck, how I wanted to fuck you into oblivion right there, right in front of the boys.”

You moaned and he pinched your clit in return. “Shut up. You knew damn well what you were doing to me, didn’t you? Yet here you are, this time not only teasing me, but the other guys as well. You’re just asking for it, aren’t you? You filthy little girl.”

With one swift motion, his strong hand was ripping your underwear, pushing the scrap fabric down your legs before his fingers returned to your pussy.  “Look at this. Look at this pretty little pussy. It’s so swollen, kind of like it needs-”

Now you were the one interrupting Namjoon, crying out a string of ‘oh god’s as the man’s two slender fingers pushed in and out of you.

“...this?” he smirked, glancing at you. Your head was thrown back up until this point which he didn’t like. Next thing you knew, his hand was tangled in your hair, pushing your head forward so that you could see his fingers.

“Fucking watch,” he growled.

You watched his fingers mercilessly going in and out of you, little droplets of a clear watery liquid flying onto Namjoon’s hands and pants, and also your thighs.

“Push,” he ordered, hands not leaving you.

You pushed, face hot and red, eyelids heavy as you watched yourself squirt for the first time ever.

“Good fucking girl,” Namjoon uttered, swatting his juice coated hand so that you get covered in it too. He leaned closer to you, cupping your face with both of his hands as he lovingly kissed your forehead.

His roughness, however, returned quicker than you thought, because seconds after the kiss Namjoon was already pulling down his pants, revealing his thick cock that was just waiting to be freed. “Open your mouth.”

You obey and he grabs you by your ankles, making your knees hit the wooden floor. Namjoon grabs his cock, swatting your lower lip with it a few times before pulling away completely, confusing you.

“Tell me how much you want this cock. Tell me how much you need me in your mouth.”

“I need you so bad, please, I-”

“Daddy,” he interrupts, smirking down at you.

“Please Daddy, I want to please you with my mouth, just- ngh-”

You were interrupted once again as his dick slips past your lips into your warm mouth. Namjoon holds you by your hair, close to the roots, all the while pushing himself in your mouth, face-fucking you.

You gag on his cock which only seems to turn him on more, your glossy eyes looking up and seeing him with his head thrown back, pleasure taking over his body. He stops, pulling your saliva-covered face away. “What do you say?”

“Th-thank you Daddy,” you rasp out, voice still hoarse from the abuse of your throat.

Namjoon however doesn’t seem to care, as he grabs your small frame like a sack of potatoes and throws you on your side on the couch, climbing behind you to rub your sensitive clit once again.

“You want this dick, baby girl? You still want me to pound you?”

“Yes Daddy, please Daddy, I want your big cock in my tight pussy- agh!”

The male doesn’t wait, quickly ramming into you and grunting in the process. His strong hands grip your arms so that you have as little movement as possible, your moans echoing throughout the room.

He pulls you off of him, sitting down on the couch and making you sit on his prick. “There we go,” he breathes out as you sink down on him, the feeling of being stretched almost sends you over the edge. “Ride me, baby.”

Moans and grunts fill the room, as well as the sound of skin slapping together. You notice a mirror right in front of you and Namjoon realizes it too.

“Look at yourself,” he commands, bucking his hips up to make you jump, “Filthy little whore fucking her Daddy for all to see. I bet Hoseok or Jeongguk would love to see you bounce on me like that, wouldn’t they? I bet the’d come on the spot.”

You follow his orders, seeing your disheveled state. Smeared makeup, wet sweaty face, hair sticking out everywhere. But you don’t care, as long as your Daddy’s fucking you this good.

Namjoon’s grip on your hips tightens as he lifts you up and lays you on the ground, pulling your legs towards him so that your back is on the floor and your cunt is in the air, awaiting his dick.

“Fuck, look at you. I’d love to keep you like this forever,” he hums, guiding his dick in your hole before pulling all the way out, “just collar you and keep you here as my personal cumslut.” He repeats the process, slapping your clit with his cock a few times, “then everybody would see what a dirty fucking slut you are, dripping for me and ready to be used whenever I please.”

He starts ramming into you and you can’t even moan this time, the pleasure being so intense that you can clearly hear the squishing sound of your pussy being destroyed by his needy cock. “Ah-ah, Daddy, I’m going to cum, please-”

“Cum, cum you little vixen,” he grunts and you do, his words sending you over the edge.

Namjoon doesn’t seem to be done with you, however, because in the following seconds, he pulls out of you, only to push you on all fours on the couch. He climbs behind you, grabbing your arms again before fucking you mercilessly. You can hear each thrust so well all you want to do is thank him. “Thank you, Daddy. Ah, ah, ah, oh my God, Daddy, you’re going to destroy me! Ah!” you moan over and over again, “please don’t stop.”

“Needy little cockslut,” he chuckles, slapping your behind with such force that you can feel yourself jump forward, “So hungry for Daddy’s cock. Whose are you?”

“I’m yours, Daddy!” you whimper.

Another spank echoes through the room. “And whose pussy is this, hm?”

“Yours, Daddy!”

Smack!

“Say it out loud, make those little fuckers outside hear you!”

“It’s your pussy Daddy, only yours!”

Smack! “Good fucking girl. You’re gonna make Daddy cum. Are you close, too?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m so fucking close,” you whimper, not sure if what you just said made any sense at all. Your mind seems to be quite occupied.

“Cum, you whore. Show me how filthy you are, coming for the third time today.”

His words were like a gospel to you, his name a prayer as you yelled your final ‘Daddy!’ before coming undone on Namjoon’s dick. The male pulled out, slapping your overstimulated cunt to make you cry out some more, before making you sit on your knees again.

“Open wide, baby girl.” His voice is authoritative and you’d never consider disobeying. Your lips part as his juice-coated penis slips past them for the second time today as you can’t help but taste yourself on him.

“So needy,” he points out again, jerking his cock a few times before his hot seed fills your hungry mouth and stains your face. Namjoon leans forward, wiping his cum from your face towards your mouth. “Swallow it.”

You obey your Daddy, swallowing everything you could. You’re red in the face, your ass is covered in handprints and your legs are still trembling.

Again, you make Namjoon chuckle when he sees your disheveled state.

He turns around for a second, opening one of his drawers before pulling out a blanket, wrapping it around you. The man picks you up, this time gently laying you down on the sofa and curling up beside you.

You feel his hands around your waist and he gives you a kiss on the forehead, suddenly pulling away in an awkward manner.

“You know, you can kiss me, Joonie,” you laugh.

“I- uh-”

“You’re acting all shy and cute now, but five minutes ago you were pure sin, so I don’t believe this act anymore,” you inform him.

“I don’t know what came over me, ___. Honestly. I’m sorry if I hurt you, I really like you, you know,” he admitted, eyes travelling mindlessly across the room.

“You didn’t hurt me, Joon,” you smile. “And I like you too. Shame we didn’t go on that date though.”

“That’s no shame,” he shook his head. “I wanted to take you on a date so that the guys know whose team are you on, if you know what I mean. But you are a screamer as I found out so the guys already know who do you belong to.”

“Namjoon!”

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red dress (m)

PAIRING: jung hoseok + reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 2,4k WARNINGS: light bdsm, choking, degrading names, orgasm denial, dom!hoseok - SUMMARY: hoseok finds you getting little handsy with a random guy in the audience and decides to deal with you his own way.

He was fuming.

Not because you chose to wear the little tight red dress you ordered months ago (and for some reason never wore it before), pairing it with your black thigh high boots to partially reveal your long legs – something he felt was for his eyes only.

Not even because of your little dances in the crowd, as you swayed your hips to the rythm, throwing your hands up carelessly and enjoying the night with someone other than him.

Sure, these things made him mad, but it was the way your hips started grinding onto a random blue haired man that really got him fuming. You danced seductively, oblivious to the fact that you had a boyfriend, laughing with some other guy on the opposite side of the venue as if you‘d completely forgotten about everybody else.

So when you walked backstage, a little dizzy from the champagne bubbles and the dancing, you were quite surprised when Hoseok’s hand found your neck, pushing you towards one of the dressing rooms.

Once inside, your back was pushed against the wall, strong hand wrapped around your throat as it squeezed air out of your lungs. You tried to take a deep breath, but no air was released into your lungs, causing you to cough dryly.

„Oh, is my little baby short of oxygen?“ Hoseok fake pouted, grip still as strong as before. „Too bad. You know who was also almost out of breath? Your boyfriend, after seeing you shake your ass for some dude in the audience.“

„I-“ you tried to explain yourself when the black haired man’s hips pushed against yours. If it wasn’t for the lack of air, you sure would’ve gasped.

„You are such a little slut,“ he shook his head, biting his lip as he looked at you through his lashes. „I know you did that on purpose.“

It was true; you kind of wanted to make Hobi jealous, tease him a little. You felt like he did that to you all the time, locking eyes with you whenever he was performing, usually just before he did a seductive move. So you felt like a little payback wouldn’t hurt.

„I’m right, aren’t I? Well, after I’m done with you tonight, you’ll never do this shit again, I promise you that.“ He paused, his hand letting go of your throat, running up and down your leg instead.

You took a deep breath, but not for long. Hoseok then leaned even closer to you, biting down on your earlobe before whispering: „I’m gonna fucking tear you apart, baby doll.“

Well fuck; you did try to tease him, but this was an unfortunate outcome. When Hoseok wanted to be rough, boy, was he rough, and you-

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as your boyfriend peeled himself off of you suddenly, which was when you heard someone calling his name.

„Hoseok? We‘re-“ Namjoons gaze met the older man’s, then yours. It only took him a few seconds, processing your flushed face and Hoseok’s knitted eyebrows before he realized what situation he had just walked into. His suprised expression was quickly turned into a smug one. „We… We’re about to leave for drinks, are you two joining us?“

You didn’t dare answer him.

„Yes… Yes we are,“ Hobi confirmed, squeezing your hand in his. He then smiled at the silver haired rapper, calmly adding „we were just about to leave, actually.“

„Okay,“ Namjoon smiled, although his eyes clearly didn’t buy the story. „Be down in 5.“

You were just about to follow the young man when Hoseok tugged on your hand, forcing your heels to abruptly dig into the ground to stop. „W-What is it?“

„Just one thing before we go, kitten. If you do anything, and i mean anything to piss me off even more, I will make sure your ass will be on fire by tomorrow. Understand?“

„Yes, sir.“

-

You gulped as you heard footsteps nearing your bedroom.

You sat there quietly on your knees as your boyfriend approached you, putting a thick leather collar on your neck, followed by a leash made from the same material. His eyes briefly scanned your body and he couldn’t help but smirk when he saw you like this; rosy cheeks, fading love bites on your collarbones and wide eyes gazing at him with expectation.

He loved how vulnerable you’d become as soon as you came home. His look that he gave you once you arrived home was enough for you to hang your head in shame and silently walk into the bedroom. And even though you’d tease him a bit with leaving your dress on, he didn’t mind; as long as he can do anything he wants with you.

„Do you trust me?“ Hoseok asked you.

„Yes… sir,“ you said, adding the honorific just in time.

„Do you know why I am doing this?“

„I… misbehaved, sir.“

He nodded, taking his belt off slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Instead of discarding it though, Hoseok kept the belt in his right hand, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. „Come lay over my lap, will you now, baby?“

„You-you’re using the belt?“ you stuttered before complying, laying stomach down on his lap, shaky hands fumbling with each other in anticipation.

He hummed in response, caressing your ass with his free hand. „It’ll hurt more, and you need to be taught your lesson.“

The first smack of the night was delivered just seconds after Hoseok’s words, your body shaking as the belt slapped against your butt. Another sharp smack was delivered right after, making you yelp out in pain.

„Shut up,“ Hoseok growled, swatting you again. „And stop moving or I’ll use the paddle.“

That made you stop dead in your tracks – you absolutely hated the paddle. You felt like there was nothing more painful than that. He wouldn’t use it on you too often, usually just using as a form of intimidation, but when he did, you couldn’t sit down for weeks.

Smack. Smack. Your ass was on fire by now, Hoseok having no mercy on you as his naughty hands rubbed your butt between each spanking. Every time you’d make as much as a whimper he would stop, pinching your buttocks and giving you a warning. Then he would continue his assault, merciless as ever.

„Good girl… Good fucking girl,“ he praised, his large hands kneading your ass. „Get up.“

You did as you were told, legs trembling with anticipation as Hoseok grabbed you by the collar, pulling you towards him. Your lips automatically pouted towards his, but he pushed you away lightly, chuckling.

„You thought I was going to kiss you? After the stunt you pulled before? Pathetic,“ he smirked, grabbing you by your shoulders and pushing you onto the matress.

„You’re my pathetic little baby, aren’t you? So cute,“ he cooed, running his hands through your hair lightly. Before you knew it, your hands were being tied with Hobi’s belt, locking them in place above your head.

„That’s just to make sure you won’t misbehave – again – while I go fetch some stuff,“ he informed you. „Don’t rub your legs together either, I won’t be nice if you do.“

As if he were nice up until this point, you thought. While waiting, all you could think about was his all-black outfit that he wore tonight, his silver rings adorning his slender fingers and his damp raven hair, that you so desperately wanted to run your fingers through.

Your thoughts were interrupted as he entered the room again, a box in his hands. „Baby… You’re dripping,“ he breathed out. „And I didn’t even touch you yet. What a fucking slut.“

You whined, eyes closed, your core desperately needing attention.

„You like when I call you that, huh?“ Hoseok crawled on top of you, sitting on your legs so that you wouldn’t move. „You dirty, dirty girl. I wonder if you’re going to like this.“

Suddenly, you heard the fabric of your dress being cut. Your eyes shot open as you lifted your head to see what your boyfriend was doing. And sure enough, he was holding a pair of scissors in his hand, cutting your dress in half. „No! What are you doing?“

He smirked at you. „Take a wild fucking guess, kitten. I’m making sure you’ll never wear this skimpy outfit again.“ At this point, the dress was cut up to your bellybutton. „I don’t want people looking at what’s mine.“

„I- I thought you liked my outfit, sir. I wore it just for you…“

„Oh, I bet you did. You wore it just to tease me, to make my dick hard. Well congratu-fucking-lations, doll, you won that part,“ he stopped suddenly, realizing you weren’t wearing a bra underneath.

„So… So you decided to let your tits hang out of your dress, hm? For me? I bet it was for that sleazy dude you were grinding onto,“ Hoseok growled, tearing the rest of your dress from your body. „I bet that’s all he was looking at. I bet he wanted to finger that little cunt of yours, hm? Well too fucking bad, because this cunt,“ he trailed off, rubbing your pussy with his free hand, „is mine. Am I right, baby doll?“

„Yes, oh fuck yes, all y-yours, s-sir,“ you stuttered.

„That’s right. Now,“ he stopped his movements, making you whine in protest, before returning to the box and whipping out a vibrator. He then returned, forcefully pulling your panties off. „I would give you my cock, but I don’t think you deserve it… yet.“

„Sir, please, I-“

Instead, he shoved the vibrator inside of you, turning it on low. You let out a groan, hands pulling on the belt. „Sir, th-“

He shushed you with his dick in your mouth, not giving you enough time to adjust before he started going up and down, mercilessly forcing his cock down your throat. „Take it, you slut. Take it all, c’mon,“ he groaned, hands tangled in your hair.

You gagged around him, earning a satisfied hum from Hoseok. „Oh, yes. Good girl.“

He fucked into your mouth harder than before, slamming as far as he can go and squeezing tight enough to cut off even the sound of your gagging. Your eyes rolled backwards in your head but all you could feel is the girth of his cock digging into his palm from behind your voice box.

Suddenly he pulls out, breathing heavily, and your eyes meet.

His brown eyes are locked with yours, dark with lust, passion, and everything else you were feeling. „You did so good. I think you can enjoy my cock in your pussy now, if you beg for it that is.“

„Please sir, p-please fuck me. I want-“

„What does my kitten want, hm?“ He asked, knowing full well what you‘re going to say.

„Dominance,“ you whimpered, trying not to orgasm just from his touch. „I want you in charge. I want you to fuck me into oblivion. I want you to hurt me.”

Hoseok knew your limits. And you knew that he knew. As much as he wanted to be as rough as he wanted, he always held back just a little bit.

Yet, a simple „please“ that escaped your lips just pushed him over the edge.

Before you could even open your eyes you were being thrown onto the mattress, Hobi crawling on top of you. He spread your legs as far as they would go and laid all his body weight on top of you. As he started to snap his hips forward as hard as he could, his hands finding your breasts. Hoseok grabbed on to them and squeezed hard. You hissed in pain, earning a sinister chuckle from your boyfriend, who dug his nails into your skin and began to slowly run them down your breasts, down your sides and back up. He looked down at his handy work and smiled when he saw red angry marks all over your body.

“S-so good.” you whispered, eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure. „I’m about to-“

„Don’t you fucking dare, ___. Don’t you dare cum.“

After those words, you were being flipped over, hearing your boyfriend chuckle as your legs shook from the intense sex. Hoseok was ramming into you as hard as he could, a tight grip on your leash as grunts escaped his pretty lips. Your moans also filled the room, salty tears from all the pleasure streaming down your hot pink cheeks.

A series of bite marks followed; he was marking you all up. Purple bruises adorned your neck as he held you close to his body to whisper in your ear.

“Now everybody will know that you belong to me.” he purred making you moan. “That you are mine and only mine. Everybody will know that now. You like that don’t you?”

You looked at him, eyes clouded with desire and he knew how hard it was for you to hold it in. „Y-yes, Sir, oh my- your cock is filling me up so good, you are- oh fuck-“ you mewled, biting your lip.

He sped up even more now, not wanting you to cum without him – although he was pretty close himself, he liked pushing his limits. His hands moved from your breasts to your hips, grabbing them hard enough to leave bruises in the morning, and started fucking you with all his might. You wrapped your legs around his stomach and pulled him closer and closer with every thrust.

„Oh, fuck, baby girl, cum,“ Hoseok moaned and you did as you were told, his sinful moan turning you on more than anything. He followed suit, biting the side of your neck one last time, arching your back off the bed as the leash was still wrapped around his wrist.

Panting heavily, both of you come down from your high and lay there for a few minutes in silence.

„You did so good, doll. So fucking good. My baby,“ he cooed, ghosting his lips on your cheek before pressing them against your own - your first kiss of that night. „I hope you will only be grinding on me from now on.“

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awkward…

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…sir please