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sangsanghaebwa · 7 years ago

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Mr. President (M)

Genre: Smut, University!AU Word count: 3k Description: Getting some private time gets harder and harder when both you and your boyfriend are busy with responsibilities. Seems like it’s your turn to be bold and make a move on your stressed man. Warnings: Mature content Author’s note: It’s been a while since I wrote anything and even though I wasn’t particularly skilled before, now I’m extra rusty. This was more practice than anything and hopefully I’ll like my next works more. Or maybe I’ll even like this one more in the morning, who knows. :D I didn’t proof read this one yet, I’m just eager to finally have something to post... I’m almost done with university but I will have other stuff going on this summer, so I’m still not sure how often I’ll be able to write. However I do have a chaptered work started so I’d love to release that. ^^

Dating the student council president meant busy and conflicting schedules, constant worrying when you’d see the dark circles under your boyfriend’s eyes during your morning coffee dates, and that tiny feeling of inferiority you’d try to hide whenever someone mentioned how smart and charismatic your partner is. The fact that you recently took up editing the university’s newspaper did help in boosting your ego; however making time for dates became an impossible task during busier weeks. On the other hand the student council president you were dating was Kim Namjoon, which meant constant messages no matter if he was in the same lecture hall or attending a conference across the country, deep meaningful talks about everything and nothing at all, sweet dates and mind blowing sex, which would leave your lower body sore for the next day and your skin painted in poorly hidden blotches of blue and purple. To your delight, Namjoon himself would also look like a glowing disaster when you’d spot him in the halls the next day – the usual hickey on the sensitive part of his neck making you bite your lip in satisfaction.

No matter how busy the both of you would get, it was a healthy relationship where you’d just make it work somehow, supporting each other in any way you can instead of feeling disappointed when you can’t meet. That is probably how your newest tradition of doing work dates started – not meeting up for extended periods of time was starting to weight on both of your moods.

You were skimming through an article that a freshman journalism student had submitted that morning when you hear Namjoon sigh for what must have been the sixth time now. He didn’t even notice your worried stare, his own eyes focused on the laptop screen, brows furrowed. Suddenly he was grabbing his phone and storming out of the room, calling someone, leaving you confused. Whatever it was, it must have been serious because Namjoon wasn’t one to get so agitated over things. He would rarely ever show frustration and you almost felt bad for thinking he was hot when he was like that – after all it must have been a difficult situation.

“Fucking idiots.”

The door shut loudly after Namjoon stormed back in cursing, forcefully tugging on his own hair as he dropped back into the leather chair behind his desk, typing on his laptop some more. He had your full attention now and while there was no way you’d go back to your own work, you were still hesitant to approach him, afraid to disturb him in case he was doing something really important. You considered your options for a few seconds and finally go up from the sofa you were sprawled on working, to tip toe to the door and lock it - all without Namjoon taking notice. It was rare for anyone to visit Namjoon’s tiny office without invitation, but you wanted to be safe just in case. In case of what though? Deep down you knew what you had in mind but you didn’t even want to admit it to yourself. Namjoon was always the one initiating things. Even though you two have been dating for a while now, anything beyond a heated kiss was usually started by him and while you did want to be bold sometimes, you still couldn’t get rid of the fear that he’d reject your advances, chastising you that it wasn’t the right time and place.

While you were still leaning against the door, giving yourself a mental pep talk, Namjoon’s phone went off, vibrating against the table and this time he didn’t bother leaving the room.

“Did you fix it?”

Whoever was at the other end of the line must have been in big shit for your well-mannered man to snap at him like that. Namjoon continued with more frustrated grunts and a few choices of curse words and you heard enough to realize someone made some major mistakes in the budget planning for the upcoming festival.

You approached Namjoon from behind and he finally noticed you moving, following you with a tad softer gaze while still barking orders to the person on the phone. The moment your hands settled on his tense shoulders you could hear his voice waver a little, surprised, but pleased. You tried to work out the knots in his muscles the best you could and the moment he ended the call, he dropped the phone on the table without a care and relaxed under your hands, leaning his head back against your stomach and glancing up at you with affection.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you relax.”

“How can I relax when the festival-“

“I know babe, I heard enough. You worrying your pretty head over this won’t solve anything though.”

Namjoon chuckled almost shyly at your choice of words and gently grasped one of your hands, pulling it to his lips, to leave a chaste kiss on the back of it.

“Thank you baby, I should really look into this more though.”

He was slipping out of your grasp and you were torn, whether to abort your mission and go back to your own work, or proceed with what you really wanted to do. In a split moment decision you found yourself leaning down and pressing a kiss to Namjoon’s neck, too tame to match up to your usual bedroom antics, but suggestive enough to let Namjoon know what you had in mind.

Before you even got the chance to enjoy his smooth warm skin and familiar scent, you felt Namjoon freeze and sit up straighter, clearing his throat. Embarrassment washed over your cheeks and you stood up straight again, hesitant to walk away only because you didn’t want Namjoon to see your disappointed expression.

“I’m sorry, I should probably go and let you work.”

“What? Why? No, please don’t go!”

Namjoon whipped around in his office chair so fast, you were startled, confusion apparent on your face.

“I just… thought I was disturbing you? I mean I shouldn’t have started anything when I knew you were busy.”

You were looking at your feet, so when Namjoon’s hands slipped around your waist, hugging you and pulling you onto his lap, you almost yelped.

“My princess’s kisses are always more important though.”

The nickname and the smirk Namjoon got on his lips sent a jolt straight to your center and suddenly you felt silly for being so afraid of approaching your own boyfriend. He craved your closeness just as much as you did in that moment and it gave you a boost of confidence. You fixed your position so you could straddle his thigh and leaned into his chest, enjoying his soft body, familiar yet missed.

“What should I do to help you forget all the stress? Sir?”

Namjoon groaned at your words and his fingers were suddenly digging into your hips. If sexual power trip was what could help your boyfriend to feel like he had everything under control again, then that’s what you were going to give him.

“Come here.”

Before you knew it Namjoon was kissing you breathless, his plush lips moving in all the ways he knew you loved, nipping on your lips and releasing small whimpers here and there. Your hands found his shoulders and once you felt steady enough in his embrace you were rolling your hips against him, your clit buzzing with the friction from his thigh. You could feel his growing erection against your thigh and a tiny moan slipped past your lips, into Namjoon’s mouth. You couldn’t tell who initiated first but the next second your tongues were sliding against each other and the familiar taste of your boyfriend somehow made everything even more erotic.

Namjoon pulled away first, intending to devour your neck next, but you beat him to it, latching your lips onto his jawline, a surprised groan escaping Namjoon’s throat. You worked on his ear, sucking on it and biting in all the right ways, proceeding to give attention to the sensitive spot behind it. You left a trail of nips, bites, and licks down his long, smooth neck, and practically made out with his sweet spot near his collarbone, making sure to suck on the soft skin just enough to leave a pretty rosy mark. He all but gave up on masking his sounds of pleasure and you felt elated, being with a man who wasn’t afraid to be vocal about the way you made him feel.

“I’m pretty sure I’m becoming even more tense, rather than relaxed, princess.”

Namjoon smiled down at you, teasing, and you stopped grinding against him, deciding to forget about your own burning core for now. You moved to stand up from Namjoon’s lap and before he could protest, you were already on your knees in front of him – a view he couldn’t even hide how much he enjoyed.

“What should I do to help you relax sir?”

You teased and Namjoon’s hand unconsciously creeped into your hair, before you even started doing anything.

“Fuck relaxing, you can get me as tense as you need to if you just keep doing what you’re doing.”

You bit down an amused smile and slowly dragged your palms against his tense thighs, skipping his straining crotch, to grasp his belt and undo it with practiced skill. While initiating sex was a struggle for you, once you started it was as if a new person took over you. In no time you were already urging Namjoon to assist you in dragging his jeans and underwear down, just low enough for his half hard cock to spring free. It wasn’t even near to what you wanted to see, so you wasted no time in engulfing the tip with your lips, digging your tongue in the slit and sucking like you were having a taste of your favorite popsicle. Namjoon all but groaned above you, fingers gripping strands of your hair just a tad harder and you felt powerful knowing you were just starting. You released his head only to grip him by the base and lick a stripe all the way from the bottom to the glistening tip, repeating it again and again until Namjoon’s cock was shiny with your saliva and he was already starting to pant above you. He was fully hard now and you could feel your pussy clench at the thought of how well his thick cock could stretch you. It wasn’t about you however, and that’s what you told yourself when your mouth sank down on his cock again, strangely enjoying the way his tip poked the back of your throat. You set a rhythm, bobbing your head over him, jerking the part that you couldn’t reach with your hand, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough. Namjoon could go on for a long time and while you usually blessed his stamina, this time you wanted to drive him over the edge fast, before anyone could interrupt you two.

“Fuck doll, keep going like this.”

Namjoon sounded more breathless and way less in charge than usually and you almost rolled your eyes because he was thinking this was all you had planned for him. You felt his hips start twitching slightly and you knew soon he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking your mouth, so you decided to just go all out and took a deep breath before sinking all the way on his cock, until your nose poked against his pelvis, deep throating his throbbing length. It took you a lot of practice to get past your gag reflex but Namjoon’s fucked out face and growls of pleasure was all worth it. You experimentally swallowed on him and his hips instantly shot up, almost choking you.

“Ugh babe I’m sorry!”

You couldn’t see Namjoon’s face but you could imagine his miserable expression – stuck between apologetic and turned on beyond belief. You moaned with his cock still down your throat, the vibrations driving Namjoon mad. He grasped your cheek and gently guided your mouth away from him for a second, with a gentle ‘breathe love’, sending warmth all over you with his care even when he was half way out of his mind. You did listen, taking in a few deep breaths before you sank down on him again and now when you swallowed on him, you also brought your hand to play with his balls, gently cupping and fondling them, giving him that little extra stimulation, and before you knew it Namjoon was a moaning mess, patting your cheek in warning.

“Love, I’m gonna cum-“

You pinched his thigh with your free hand and the surprise was all it took for Namjoon to burst his load in your mouth. You made sure to suck him all the way through his orgasm, milking every last drop from him and swallowing it all with pleasure, you should have probably been embarrassed about.

“God you’re such a cum slut, it’s so hot.”

Namjoon’s words coupled with his fucked out yet still turned on expression made the already hot situation heat up even more, and you couldn’t help the tiny whimper when his derogatory words made another wave of liquid heat flush out of you, leaving your panties a sticky mess. You tucked his softening dick back into his underwear and leaned your cheek against his thigh, looking almost cute if not for the situation.

“If you want to call me a slut, you should be ready to take responsibility, you’re well aware of what it does to me, sir.”

You bit your lip suggestively, still somewhat trying to stay in character, even though Namjoon already seemed sated for the time being. Nonetheless he chuckled and beckoned you to climb back up to his lap, but not before stopping you to tug your jeans off, followed by your messy panties. Once you climbed out of those Namjoon decided to pick them up and bring them up to his face, examining the glistening evidence of your arousal, and you couldn’t help blushing, making Namjoon laugh and tug you in to his embrace. His lips found yours again and you almost forgot your lower half was naked until his hot palm settled on the inside of your thigh, caressing it gently, travelling further and further up.

“May I?”

You hummed in approval against his lips and he moved to latch those soft pillows on to your sensitive neck, while his fingers found your wet slit and started rubbing around to spread the wetness everywhere, finally settling on your pulsing clit. You gasped, throwing your head back, both his lips on your neck and his skilled fingers pushing you to your high at a rapid pace. He carefully slipped one finger inside you and you instantly clenched around it, moving your hips to get more friction. Seeing your reaction he added another one and made sure his palm was rubbing your clit, while you rode his fingers like you usually would with his cock, your juices slipping out, trickling down Namjoon’s palm and making obscene noises resonate in the small office.

“Sir, please, I’m close.”

You whispered, not trusting your own voice, and Namjoon’s free hand was instantly groping your breast through your t-shirt, almost harsh – just how you loved it. You could feel his teeth tug at the skin of your neck and his mumbled encouragements vibrating against your throat.

“Cum for me, my little slut.”

This was all it took for you to clench your eyes shut, your head swimming in dizzying blackness while your walls clenched around Namjoon’s fingers, not letting them slip out while you rode out the pleasure.

You slumped against Namjoon, all the feeling in your legs lost for the moment, and he pulled his digits out of you, caressing your still throbbing pussy gently, before he wiped your cum off on his jeans and went to embrace you lovingly, kissing the top of your head.

“I hope you realize how perfect you are.”

You chuckled against his chest and raised your head just a bit to peck the naked skin just above the neckline of his t-shirt.

“I hope you’re at least a bit more relaxed?”

“Babe, I’m basically melting in this chair, I don’t think I could be more relaxed.”

You both laughed and then continued to cuddle each other in silence for a few more minutes.

“I guess my panties are ruined?”

A chuckle and a hum confirmed your worries and you groaned in desperation. You moved to get up and try to get dressed, but Namjoon’s hold on you didn’t let up, making you search his face in confusion.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk about for a while now… and I suppose now is as good time as ever.”

Your worried expression didn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon and he was quick to assure you.

“It’s nothing bad! I mean, it will depend on your answer, I suppose…”

“What are you talking about baby?”

Namjoon hesitated for a few more seconds, avoiding your eyes and absent mindedly drawing invisible patterns on your thigh.

“You know how we barely have time for… this lately. The last date we had was two weeks ago and it was also the last time we properly had sex and I get it if you’re content with it, but I would like something more?”

You weren’t sure where he was going with his speech and while it did leave an uneasy feeling within you, you couldn’t lie that you hadn’t thought about it too.

“I get what you mean and I do feel the same, but is there even anything we can do about it? You’re not going to quit being the student council president and I can’t give up my responsibilities either?”

An almost shy smile graced Namjoon’s lips and his eyes finally met yours, looking hopeful.

“That’s true, but if you’d like to, you could move in with me? We could spend more time together in the evenings and having sex would be easier…?”

The hopeful look in Namjoon’s face turned into a full blown smile once he registered your excited expression, nodding at his words.

“I would love to have you available every night, Mr. President.”

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