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DAY 1 — NAMJOON

★ npr, f!reader, titfucking, begging, slight switch namjoon at the end— lmk if i missed any!! <3 ; W/C: 720

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day1 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

Namjoon was obsessed with your tits fs. He loves how full they are, how soft and round they are, how they fit in his palms, the warmth, and the way it looks in your tight white tank top that shows off your cleavage so well. He was obsessed. His face would be in between your tits at every chance. He would even ask you to not wear a bra for “easy access to the goodies." Surprisingly, you never had his cock in between your tits, like ever. Mostly because you felt embarrassed even though Namjoon begs you every day and tries convincing you it's hot.

“Baby pleaseeee, pleaseeee just this once! Come on babyyyyy! It will feel good, I promise!!” He was practically on his knees as he begged you to let him fuck your tits. You sat at the foot of your bed right after a quick swim in your private pool as you stared down at his pleading form with uncertainty. It was honestly adorable to see how desperate he was, but you were kind of iffy on the idea. “Joon, yk how I feel about that…” you sighed. "Baby, i know, but please! Just once! If it doesn’t feel good, then we can stop immediately dw! I promise!” You thought about it for some time, almost zoning out before reluctantly nodding.

You see in realtime Namjoon's face light up. It went from a sad frown to a bright smile, his dimples showing up. He immediately pulled you down and sat where you were sitting, making sure to position you in between his legs. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness before reaching behind your white bikini top. “Dont. Keep em on for me doll” he winked at you. You look at him confused. “Trust me baby~” he said as he kissed your forehead. His hands quickly pulled out his hardening cock. “Come closer for me..” you got closer, his cock rested on the deep cleavage of your tits. He slowly started rutting his cock against the valley, getting his dick to full potential.

You gulped and watched as he threw his head back and breathed heavily, the sensation of his cock against your tits sending small jolts of pleasure to your core. You gently take his dick in your palms and guide it in between your tits. Namjoon hissed at the warmth; he looked down at you and smirked. “I love how you’re a quick learner…” You couldn’t help but blush at the compliment before gently pressing your breasts together against his cock. Your eyes analyzed his every reaction. From the way his eyes squeezed shut to his parted lips that let out soft, breathy moans. “Just like that baby… you can start moving…” With that, you moved your boobs up and down his length, making sure they hugged his cock perfectly and tightly. You could see the way Namjoon's chest heaved and the way his stomach caved in at each stroke.

He was trembling. Beads of sweat ran down his neck; the situation and sensation were too hot for him to handle. A breathy “faster” escaped his sultry lips, and you did as said. You moved your tits faster on his cock, the tip already leaking cum. “Fuck baby… you’re so hot.. your tits… fuckkkkkk…” he blabbered out. You went faster and pressed harder as you watched his reactions. “You like that dont you joonie?” You said with a dark smirk. He nodded and looked down at you. His eyes were hazy and half-lidded. “Words baby…” you say with authority. “Yes… fuck yes i love it sm…” you chuckled before leaning down and sucking on his red tip as you continued fucking him with your tits. Namjoon couldn’t help but let out a pornographic moan. His thighs trembling as the feeling of your mouth and tits all together was bringing him to climax. “Baby… baby… baby im so close… keep going mmf-“ you swirled your tongue on his tip and looked up at him before ropes of white cum sprayed out of his cock. The sticky substance coated your tits and your face. He took heavy breaths as he came down from his high. He looked down at you and smiled at your form. 

His new favourite thing is your tits covered in his cum. 

A/N: HIIII! MY FIRST KINKTOBER FIC IS OUTTT! hope yall enjoyed it and thank yew for readinggggg <333 kinktober masterlist will be posted after day25! Ty!!

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Help Her Out

Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 3.7k

Includes- Cock warming while masturbating?, blow job, masturbation help, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, cock riding, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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This is the Namjoon one shot fic that one the poll

Namjoon POV

"Well Joonie?", she asks as I stare at her in disbelief

"I don't....we don't...do things like this", I stutter

"Yeah well, we don't stand there and watch each other masturbate but here we are"

Yeah here we are

I came to her room to ask her if she wanted any food because I was ordering

I had headphones on and I just walked into her room

And to her naked on her bed, legs wide open, a vibrator against her clit

I dropped my phone as well as my mouth, my earbuds falling off and to the floor with my phone

I froze, not able to take my eyes off her smoking hot body

She squealed, threw the vibrator off the bed, snapped her legs closed and threw a blanket on top of her as if that erased me catching her

She yelled at me and I just stood there

She kept calling my name and I knew I should say something but I couldn't find the words

Then she said if I was just going to stand there I could at least help her out

I found words then and asked how I can possibly help

Her answer?

Cock warm me in her pussy while she plays with her clit and cums on me

Needless to say I'm even more shocked

"Are you gonna help me or not?"

"I uh...why do you want my help?"

It doesn't make sense

We've been best friends forever and she never asked me to do anything like this before

She never even kissed me

And when we moved in together to save on rent we made sure the apartment has rooms on opposite sides of the hall so we don't hear each other

This is coming out of left field

"Because you have a big dick and I haven't had dick in a long time and I need one in me"

Mind blown

"How do you know I have a big dick?", I ask, ignoring the part where she said she needs a dick in her

I have to ignore it or I'll get super horny

She rolls her eyes, "Hannah"

"Your best friend?", I shriek, "She told you?"

I slept with her friend once

She got mad at me for it, saying her friends are not fuck buddies for me

She said now Hannah would come here just to try to fuck me again instead of hanging out with her

I didn't think it was a big deal until she said then she would fuck Jin if our friends were free game

That was a hard no

And I got what she was saying

I knew if she fucked Jin, he would keep coming back just for her

From then on friends were off limits

I just didn't know Hannah blabbed about my dick

"That you have a massive thick cock? Yeah she told me"

"It's not massive", I scowl, "I can fit in a pussy without hurting the girl"

"Didn't say you couldn't", she replied, "She told me it was big and you knew how to use it"

I feel my face getting so red and hot

This is not a conversation I ever thought I'd have with her

"Look either you help me or get out so I can finish up here"

She's still gonna masturbate?

Fuck, that changes things

I don't think I can hear her moaning or well, knowing she's moaning without getting hard and taking care of it myself

I just don't know if I should cross this line with her

I mean I want to, so fucking much but I'm not sure I just want to be a dick to her

I always thought if I ever had sex with her we'd be...a couple

But then again this isn't really sex

It's just helping her get off

"Joonie don't take this the wrong way ok", she says, "Get out"

I don't want to

"No", I answer, not believing I'm gonna do this, "I'll help"

She tilts her head to the side, surprised, "Really?"

I guess she didn't think I'd say yes

I didn't know I'd say yes

But I am

"Yeah"

"Oh...ok", she nods, "Uh get undressed I guess?"

I nod, feeling so self conscious

Nevertheless I pull my shirt up and toss it to the floor

"Oh wow", she says, her eyes wide as she looks at me

"What?", I ask, my cheek heating up

"I just uh..didn't know you had those muscles on uh...your chest", she gapes, "Those uh...abs"

I mean she knows I work out so...

I don't answer, pulling my pj pants down, staying in my boxers

"Come here", she says

I slowly walk to the side of her bed, so fucking nervous

Keeping the blanket on her, she moves to sit at the edge of the bed, her fingers going under the waistband of my boxers

I swallow hard as she pulls them down, my cock half hard

It was fully hard when I walked in on her but the embarrassing conversation made it go down some

Her hand moves around my length, softly stroking me

"I'll help you", she says softly and I just nod

She leans down, her mouth around my head, her tongue licking as she sucks on me

"Oh my god", I gasp, pleasure rushing up my spine

She lets go, her tongue at my base, licking up my cock slowly, over and over, wetting my shaft

Her mouth goes back around my dick, sucking, taking more and more of me with each suck

I reach out and bury my hand in her hair to keep my balance because the bliss is so fucking good

Her hand starts moving, jerking the rest of my dick off as she blows me

My cock hardens fully in her mouth and hand, becoming so stiff it aches

After a few more sucks, she pulls away, her tongue against my slit, licking up the leaking cum

"Tastes good Joonie", she smirks, my mouth dropping for the second time today

Her hand keeps moving along my dick as she smirks at me

"Ready to help me?"

I nod, so ready

She lets go of me and lays back in her bed

I pull the blanket off her, getting in the bed, in between her open legs

This is so fucking weird and hot and awkward all at the same time

I gaze down at her tiny wet pussy and choke on air

So small

Her lips are puffy, her clit is swollen and throbbing, her hole leaking juice and clenching around nothing

All from playing with herself before

"Go in Joonie"

I nod, "Uh yeah, ok"

Holding my dick, I align to her hole and push inside

Her pussy immediately grabs on to me, sucking me in as I spread her wide open

"Oh my god", she cries, her body arching

Pleasure fills my senses as I watch her pussy lips open, her hole stretching, drenching me as I go in inch by inch

Her pussy repeatedly clenches down tightly around me, making it feel so euphoric just getting into her

"So fucking big", she whimpers, her pussy taking my cock perfectly, "So big. So good. Fuck"

I have never been in a pussy this tight before nor this wet

I bury deep inside her, bottoming out and stilling

"Yes fuck" she moans, her body shivering, "Is... Is that all of you?"

I nod, my skin trembling from her constant clenching, "Yeah"

She moves her hips, pushing down and wiggling, I guess making sure I'm all in

"Oh god yes", she gasps, her hands wringing the sheets under her

"What? Is everything ok?"

She nods, "Yyy..yeah. Your...ah...your head is against my spot. Feels good"

"Oh...ok", I say like an idiot

"Mmm", she murmurs, her hand moves to her clit, rubbing slowly

Her pussy tightens around me instantly and I can't help but groan at the spike in pleasure

Her hand moves faster, her pussy becoming wetter and throbbing faster

I move my hands to her thighs, holding on as I watch her

She is so fucking pretty, my eyes trailing down her body

She gives little gasps and moans, her head pushing back into the pillow

Her boobs wiggle as her arm moves, her back arching slight

Her tiny hole is straining around my thick length, clenching over and over

I know this is to help her but fuck it feels good for me too

Her body shivers, her legs pressing against the sides of my body, her moans louder

"I'm gonna cum on your cock", she whimpers, "I'm...I'm gonna...on your cock"

"Yeah", I answer, wanting that so much, "Go ahead"

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck", she cries, her pussy coming, throbbing hard around me, sending surprising pleasure into my body, "Namjoon, oh god"

"Fuck", I whimper, the bliss from her orgasm surprisingly good

Like honestly, the best I ever felt

"Again", she whimpers when she finishes, "Please, again"

"Yeah ok", I agree

Her hips move, wiggling and grinding on my dick, my head rubbing her spot, her cries getting louder

Her hand stills, then moves, then stops, then moves again, almost like she forgets to play with herself because she's so focused on moving her hips

It's fine, I can help her

I push her hand away, replacing it with mine, using my thumb to rub her throbbing clit quickly

Her eyes open, a question in them

"It's ok baby. I got it", I assure her

She nods, her eyes closing, pleasure all over her face

Her hands grip the sheets hard as we move together, her breathing increasing

Her skin has a light sheen of sweat on it, her hair damp and she looks so fucking good

Her clit pulses against my finger and all I keep thinking about is sucking on it

"Oh fuck", she cries, her hips wiggling faster, her hand gripping my wrist, nails digging into my skin

I've never wanted a girl to cum so badly

"C'mon baby", I urge her softly, "Cum for me"

"Namjoon, oh", she shivers, panting harder

"Yeah baby, c'mon. My cock feels so good inside you right?"

She bites her lip, nodding, "Mmmm hmmm"

"So cum on it. I need you to. You want to so bad"

"I do!", she yells, "I do...oh fuck! Namjoon!"

Her body shudders as she orgasms, squirt pouring from her pussy, all over my lap, my cock and her bed

But I still don't stop rubbing her clit as bliss courses through me as I watch the beautiful sight of her orgasming

"Yeah baby fuck, cum for me just like that. Yeah good girl", I praise her, "Such a good girl, squirting just for my cock. Good girl"

When she stops, I pull my cock out, gaping at the mess of squirt and creamy cum she left on me

It looks so pretty and so fucking good

Laying down between her legs, I lay my tongue on her and lick slowly, getting all her cum on it

"Joonie", she gasps, her head up and looking at me

I swallow her cum, the deliciously sweet taste shocking me

"Gonna eat your pussy", I tell her, leaving no room for debate

I need more after getting that hit of her taste

"Yea..oh", she moans as I bury my face in her cunt, my tongue swirling and licking every part of her pussy I can touch

My face is so wet, drenched, her taste taking over

My tongue passed over her hole on its way up, spreading her lips open and rolling over her clit

"Joonie, yes!", she cries

I flick her clit over and over, massaging it with the tip of my tongue, feeling the pulses

God I fucking love it

Sliding my tongue down, I slip inside her hole, her pussy squeezing it tightly

"Mmm yeah baby", I groan, when I pull my tongue out, "Fuck, squeeze my tongue baby"

I slip back inside, her cunt listening and squeezing hard

I move my tongue fast, in and out, tongue fucking her, making sure I get as much as my tongue in as I can, her cunt creaming my face and mouth so much, I have to keep swallowing

Her hips move, grinding her pussy on my face and I'm so here for it

"Mm keep going baby", I egg her on, "Fuck my face baby girl"

"Joonie! So good Joonie", she moans, her hand burying in my hair, tangling in the strands, "Good tongue. Fuck good tongue"

I smirk, glad I'm giving it to her good

Switching it up, I latch my mouth to her clit, sucking rapidly on it

Her body arches, pulling my hair hard as she humps my face, screaming my name

Her clit spasms in my mouth, sending pleasure catapulting down to my cock, keeping me stiff as a rock

"Namjoon! Namjoon!", she screams, as I suck relentlessly on her, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Sucking hard once, she explodes, cream gushing in my face

I drag my tongue down, into her spasming hole, letting her cum around it

"Mmmm", I groan, squeezing her thighs hard, her delicious taste flooding my mouth

Her hips keep moving, grinding on my mouth to get her through her orgasm

When she finishes, I go to town, cleaning her pussy up

"So fucking good", I moan, running my tongue everywhere, "Pussy tastes so fucking good. My fucking favorite"

I make sure I get every single drop, then I move on top of her

I push back inside her, her soft moan reaching my ears as she takes my cock fully

"Wanna cum again?", I ask, reveling in the throbs of her pussy

She nods, her hands moving to the sides of my body, slowly moving up and down, "Fuck me Joonie"

My eyes snap to hers, my eyebrow raised in surprise

"What?"

"Want you to fuck me. Please"

"Are...are you sure?"

She nods, "Please. I..I finally have you, please"

Finally has me?

What is she talking about?

Did she want me before?

She couldn't have, she never said anything or did anything to hint that she wanted me

"Joonie"

Do I want to fuck her?

Absolutely

I'm already inside her, I might as well

I'm definitely not getting out

"Yeah Jo", I answer, "Ok"

She nods, her arms moving slowly around my neck, her legs wrapping around my waist

My heart is beating so fast as she lifts her head, her soft lips pressing into mine

My entire body wakes up from this one kiss as her tongue slips in my mouth

It presses against mine and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan, kissing her back deeply

I fall into her kiss, moving one of my arms around her waist, holding her against me

Leaning on my arm by her head, I start moving, pulling out then thrusting back in slowly

I moan in her mouth at the feel of her opening around me, the feel of her pussy sucking me in with every stroke

I kiss her desperately, my hips moving faster each thrust inside her, until I get a good pace going

Pleasure crawls along my spine, entering every fucking nerve, one of her hands gripping my short hair, the other digging in my back, her touch driving me crazy

Every inch of my being is on fire, I'm drowning in her and I don't want to be saved

She's taking over me, everything falling away until it's just her

The sound of her moans and her pussy squelching around my cock with each hard pound into her

The feeling of her utterly wet cunt soaking me and getting wetter each time I slide inside her

The feeling of her fingers in her my hair, of her fingers trailing along the skin of my back, making me shiver

The feel of her soft smooth lips, her tongue against mine

The taste of her sweet kiss

And it's in this moment with her that I realize I'm completely in love with her

I knew I liked her more than a friend but I didn't know I felt this deeply for her

I just want to be with her, make her happy, see her smile at me, feel her kisses, feel her arms around me

I want her

"Joonie, more baby", she whimpers against my lips

I move a bit harder into her, my head slamming into her spot with each stroke, her pussy fluttering rapidly around me

She moans, breaking the kiss, panting hard, her body arching into mine, her fingers digging into my back

Her hips start moving, meeting my quick hard thrusts

"Yes Namjoon", she cries, "Namjoon"

Her body shakes while she cums, her pussy working and squeezing my cock in a vice grip, pleasure washing over me as I watch her

I bury my cock inside her, letting her cum on my whole length, her hips moving and grinding on my cock, her cries of pleasure getting louder and louder

My god, she's so fucking beautiful

She shivers when she finishes, her beautiful eyes opening, looking at me with such desire

She pushes me back, sitting up with me

Climbing in my lap, her lips crash into mine, kissing me passionately as she takes my cock back inside her

Her arms move around my neck, clinging on while mine move around her waist, pulling her as close to me as she can get

Her hips move, rocking on my cock as we kiss

Everything feels so fucking good, I never want this to end

She gently pushes me back as I kiss her until I'm leaning against the headboard of the bed

Then she breaks the kiss, her lips moving to my neck as she starts bouncing on my cock

"Fuck", I whimper, feeling her cunt impale on my dick over and over, my lap soaked with her cream

She sits up and I'm hit with her gorgeous body as she leans back, one of her hands on my leg behind her

She moves hypnotically, her hips rolling down, her tiny hole swallowing my cock, straining the closer to my base she gets

"Fuck Joonie, you're cock is the best"

"Yeah?", I ask shyly

She nods, "So fucking good, I can't believe it. It's so big, so fucking hard. So easy to ride"

Yes well, she's doing a fantastic job of riding me, her pussy clenching as she moves, sending sparks of bliss up my spine

"You're riding me so good", I murmur, my eyes watching how much her cunt creams my length, "Your pussy is the best. So tight baby, so fucking creamy"

"Is that good?", she pants

"So good", I reply, eyes not moving from her swollen pussy lips petaling open for my cock, "Love seeing your cream on my cock"

"Mmm I can cream your cock all the time if you want"

Now my eyes snap up to her, her eyes already on me

"You can?"

She nods, "Anytime you want me to hop on your dick, I will"

My mouth drops in shock, not sure what to say

"This doesn't have to be a one time thing Joonie"

"It doesn't?", I ask stupidly

I'm just so surprised, I'm not thinking about what I'm saying

She shakes her head, "If you're mine, I'll ride you all the time. I'll suck you cock, fuck you so good. If that's what you want"

I nod my head so hard, like a bobble head doll, "Yes, I want that. I want you. I wanna be yours"

She smiles nodding, still bouncing on my dick, "Just so we're clear that means you're my boyfriend. There's no more sleeping with other girls anymore"

I nod again, "And it means you're my girlfriend right?"

"Right", she confirms, her pussy pulsing so good

"No more sleeping with other guys?"

She shakes her head, "No. Only you"

My god yes

"Ok baby", I tell her, "I'm yours"

"I'm yours Joonie"

I sit up, my lips attaching to hers, kissing her hard, my hands on her ass, squeezing softly

I help her bounce as she kisses me, her pussy feeling so exquisite around me

"Baby", I murmur between kisses, "Where do you want me to cum?"

I'm going to soon, the pleasure, it's just too incredible

I lasted so many of her orgasms, I'm not lasting another

"Finish inside my pussy", she tells me

"Mmmm", I moan in her mouth, so excited to fill her with my cum

Her cunt slams down on my shaft, sending her into an orgasm that has me coming immediately

I hold her down on me as her pussy spasms on my cock, sucking all my cum out

"Joanne, fuck", I moan, ecstacy coursing through my body

"Joonie", she whimpers, "Yes baby. Fuck, give me all your cock cum. Fill my pussy baby"

"Take it baby", I whine, "Fill your pretty pussy right up"

"Mmm yes Joonie", she moans, rocking on my length, her pussy milking me so well

As the pleasure ends, she stops moving, her arms wrapping around my neck, her lips against mine, kissing me slow and deeply

I wrap my arm around her, laying us down, falling into her kiss

I'm in heaven right now

Her soft lips against mine, her soft skin against mine, her arms around my neck, her fingers in my hair

It feels so right to be here with her, to have her in my arms

When the kiss ends, her eyes meet mine and I drown in them

"Namjoon", she says softly, her fingers running through my hair

"Yeah?", I whisper, hanging on her every word

"Joonie. I love you"

It takes a few seconds for my brain to process what she said and when I do I'm ecstatic

"I love you too Jo", I tell her

She smiles softly, "You do?"

I nod, "Yeah. I...I always felt more for you than just friendship but it wasn't until today, until you kissed me while we...that I realized I love you"

She giggles, "Well. I knew I love you. And you walking in today...I can't believe I actually had the balls to ask you to let me cock warm you"

"Yeah well you shocked me", I laugh

"I think I was just so horny, I wasn't thinking. I...I was imagining you and there you were and....my mouth just talked"

"I'm glad you just talked baby", I chuckle

"Me too", she agrees, "Now kiss me and don't stop"

"I can do that baby"

With that I lean down and kiss my girl

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college crush!joon is the type to meet you after class and pretend like he didn't sneak out of a lab just to see you. he'd ask his friends to cover him and his profs turned the other cheek since he's a good kid. it's not like he'd be leaving class early for stupid reasons, right?

college crush!joon walks inches away from you. usually, his hands are shoved in his pockets while you leave yours lingering in case he wants to take it. he does. he's just too shy right now. maybe next time.

college crush!joon expects you to see you at a party. as he waits, he greets everyone he knows. when you walk in, you catch him hugging a girl a little too long for your liking. it can't be helped. you sulk. your smile turns into a small frown and just as you turn to avoid him, he pushes his way through the crowd. "yah, ___!" he slurs as he pulls you in by your waist. as you huff, he chases your eyes. "don't be jealous," joon says desperately. "i'm too tipsy to act nonchalant. might say things i mean. might do things i've been meaning to do." you blink at him. "i'm not jealous." is all you have to say. he laughs before leaning in, slumping his body onto yours. like reflex, you wrap your arms around him. "but if i were... i wouldn't have any reason to be, right?" you ask softly, unsure if you even said it loud enough for him to hear. you feel his hearty chuckle against your body. he pats your head and kisses your neck. he's never done that before. shivers go down your spine. "babe, if i wanted a reaction from you, it wouldn't be through jealousy."

college crush!joon is a man of his word. it wasn't the night of the party, but a few nights after. he came over and then he really came over. as joon finishes the last bit of his soju, you giggle and straddle him. on top, you begin to grind your pussy against his buldge. his jeans are peeled off and the thin fabric of your panties make it easy to feel his cock harden. as you run your fingers in between his boxers waist band, he reaches over to kiss your neck. he kisses it softly and then with intent to leave a mark. you moan as he bites your skin, feeling the sensation of being so close to him. as he does this, you grind on him faster and faster. "holy fuck, i could cum right now." he moans, "can i get my dick out?" you shake your head. "n-no. i just want to do this..." he gulps. "you just want to dry hump me until i cum?" you shrug. "until i cum too." he can't think straight. it's okay if you didn't want to fuck just yet... besides, you two are kind of drunk... so this is good. this is better than good. this is fucking—"you haven't even asked me out. you don't deserve my pussy." you tease, as you cup his face. you mean it though. he offers you a lazy smile, trying his best not to cum just yet. but you look at him with pleading eyes and it makes him go crazy. "bad boy," you slap him. "such a bad fucking boy. you want this pussy? be good to me." he nods, biting his lip from how hot you are in this very moment. "i promise," he says hastly. smiling, you take his hands and hold them for stability. grinding, humping, and fucking his cock that keeps being slapped against his abdomen is too much. there's so much heat between you two. there's so much fucking wetness that soaks both of your fabrics. it's sticky. it's so fucking loud too. he's going to burst. then, you moan, throw your head back, and it must be a god sent moment because your dress straps fall from your shoulders, causing the front to flop down. revealing your breasts, he can't help but watch the way they bounce. without a thought, he buries his face in between your breast. you giggle at the initial ticklish feeling, but quickly feel flustered when he sucks on your nipples. "make me cum," you cry. "make me cum and i'll suck your cock so good, joon. i p-promise." he smirks, making the deal. he then takes a fistful of your hair and tugs it down. he begins to roll his hips against you, and the pace is just perfect. he moans into your ear, he bites your collarbone, he sucks your tits some more—then, you cum. you spill yourself all over your panties and it leaks over his boxers. quickly, you get off of him and go on your knees. tugging his jeans lower, you take his cock out of his boxers and grip them with your two hands. "so b-big," you salivate. "two hands.. oh god. when you fuck me, will you even fit?" your words have him dizzy. he can't even process what you said before you go right into it. you kiss the tip before engulfing it you have nothing to lose. it's like you didn't just cum moments ago. how do you move that fast? as you bob your head, joon can't help but feel his stomach twitch. you suck his dick so good. you suck it like he always thought you would—better even. better because it's real. better because he cums for real. as he spills himself inside your mouth and catches his breath, you swallow and wipe the excess cum off of your lips. " keep your promise, joon... or i'll never suck your dick again."

college crush!joon is annoying. since that night... well, he's been avoiding you. you cried about it the other night. you thought he was different... instead, he's a promise breaker. fuck him. as you're dismissed from class, you can't help but wonder where it went downhill. did you suck his dick wrong or something? were you too demanding? did he not get it? he's so fucking annoying. as you exit the building, for the first time in 2 weeks, you see him. he's talking to another girl. you want to throw a tantrum. instead, you turn your cheek and continue to walk away. then, as you go, you feel his presence catch up to you. "hey." he greets you. you ignore him. "okay, yeah, i'm a dick. i know. i should've called. i should've texted... but i didn't. my bad. i was figuring things out—" you stop walking. he cuts in front of you. "i'm sorry, ___. a group member complained about me always skipping the last portion of lab and i got into some shit with my profs. i got all stressed and not to mention—i've been wrecking my mind trying to figure out the perfect way to ask you out. i want to do that, okay? i want to take you on a date. i should've said it earlier. i should've kept my promise... i'm sorry. please, can you give me a second chance?" he begs. you gulp, feeling uneasy. "f-fine," you agree. "but i'm not sucking your dick no matter how much you impress me with the date. i'm still mad at you." joon's lips curve into a smile. he puts his hands up and laughs. "all good," he reassures you. "i wanna do this right. wanna love you right. you never have to suck my dick ever again—" your eyes widen. "n-no. i will. i want to. it was fun. it was big—" he covers your mouth with his hand. "shhh," he blushes. "how about you just let me hold your hand for now? yeah? let's start there." he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together. your heart flutters as you two walk side by side. he isn't shy anymore and you... you aren't as mad. maybe it's whatever. maybe you should suck his dick later for the plot.

[withjaejae]

Smoke | KNJ {CollegeAU}

parings: Fuckboy!Namjoon x Kinky!Reader (side Hoseok)

Wanings: smut, dom/sub, use of toys, use of restraints, gagging, reader is a mashochist, both love fucking but are smart as hell, rich college kids, frat (bts), cheating (?), hoseok gets fucked too, they smoke cigs, namjoon drives, alcohol consumption, rich parents behavior in the end, facetime(you'll see), she gets called a slut, POV switching(?). Let me know if I missed anything

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Its when Kim Namjoon, the college fuckboy, having been in the same class as him since freshman but only found you in Senior year when you decided a little change in wardrobe might be nice.

Who the fuck is that?

Namjoon knows every hot woman in class but her... Damn. Is she new? She must be. She walked in the room like she owned it. Her shoulders on display, those tight jeans that he'd love to peel off, she even smells nice even though she sits two chairs in front of him.

"Who's that?" He turns to Yoongi.

"Who?" He scans the room and sure enough, he knew what Namjoon was talking about. "I see. Can't be a transfer its too late into the semester." They both sink into their seats and observe you as you laugh with the guy sitting next to you.

"Why are you guys staring at Y/N." Jin whispers as he sits on the other side of Namjoon.

"Holy fuck, that's her?" Yoongi's jaw drops open. "Damn. It's about time she shows what she's capable of. Get it."

"Y/N. Huh, never thought she's this hot." Just before Namjoon switch seats the professor walks in.

"Don't look now, but Namjoon has been staring at you since the class started." Shayne, your gay best friend, whispers.

You try not to let it show but catching Namjoon's attention makes that former crush ignite again.

You know you'd catch him if you tried but you were too lazy to do anything if he's just gonna do you once. No, you plan on making it worth your while. If he still doesn't want you in the end, then so be it.

You can feel his stare and you definitely want to reel him in even more. When the professor asks everyone to hand in their papers, as usual, you're done first. The moment you stand up, you feel all the attention not just Namjoon's. Once you reach the bottom of the stairs you "accidentally" drop your paper and then you pull the 'legally blonde' move of bend and snap. Which in return, you see Namjoon's jaw clench and several others.

"Ms. Y/L/N. You look lovely today." Your professor Mrs. Pierce adores you, she keeps trying to set you up with her nephew but you often refused.

You turn around and notice most of the guys looking away, except for one. Namjoon maintains eye contact with you, you're not backing down either. You hold eye contact until you had to turn around and take your seat.

"Now, for this semester's project." Mrs. Pierce scans the crowd. "It'll be in pairs, but! I don't want you to pair with a friend or your roommate, but instead go for someone you don't know. You are nearing the end of your journey here, I'd like you to get to know each other well." She goes off about the project. His eyes fixed on the back of your head, he knew this was his chance.

He wasn't a dumb fuckboy, no. He was smart and often described as sexy brain. He knew you by name but you often dressed like a nun and never fixed your hair or face. Sure, Jin once said you were cute but Namjoon couldn't really see it until today. God, was he dumb this time. His ideal girl, right in front of him.

When the class ended several people approached you asking to be your partner, you gave them smiles but instead of leaving the room you turned around and walked up the stairs towards Namjoon.

You probably came here to ask to partner with him. But his imagination shattered when you turned to Jin asked if he already finished the paper for your language class.

"Shit. I forgot to send you the file last night but I'll forward it today, by lunch maybe." Jin casually answers and Namjoon frowns.

"Alright, text me." You bid before exiting the room.

"Okay, what the fuck?" Namjoon gets up and turns toward Jin. "When did you work with her? How? Why?"

"You skipped language last week and there was a group research done, there's four of us, chill." Namjoon scoffs and pushes past him, all Jin did was laugh. "Is Namjoonie jealous?"

"Fuck off. I do not get jealous." Jin continues to snicker.

Namjoon notices you at the end of the hall and chases after you before anyone else gets a chance.

"Y/N, hey!" You turn around to see him practically sprinting towards you. You just stand wait.

You knew he'd break when you approached Seokjin instead of him. You knew that would add another nail to his coffin, you knew dancing with him would be dangerous and yet here you both are.

"If you're not yet taken, I'd like to have you as my partner on this project." Straightforward, you love it.

"Uhh, yeah, sure." You try to be non-chalant. "I have to be somewhere right now but I'd love to meet up tonight if that works for you."

"Tonight would be great. See ya." He smirks and walks back to his friends. You notice a few girls frowning at what just happened before them.

The day keeps you busy, with your own thesis in the works and At 6PM your phone notifies you.

From Unknown: Where should we meet?

To Unknown: I'm guessing this is Namjoon?

From NJ: Right, sorry. I got your number from Jin.

To NJ: I was just about to ask him for yours.

From NJ: So... Your place?

To NJ: yeah, sure. If you're ok with that.

From NJ: cool, I'll see you then.

To NJ: you know where I live?

From NJ: I was gonna ask Jin... 😅

To NJ: He won't know that.

To NJ: *Address*, See ya.

Namjoon had to ask Jin if he knew her address but like she said, he doesn't know. He tried asking a few people if they know but nobody does.

Does this mean... He's the first guy you're going to have over? Namjoon feels a little too giddy for that.

Its not like he was planning to fuck you right away, the project will come first, then you next.

He parks outside an apartment building, he punches a code to enter and gets to the elevator.

From YN: the passcode to my door is ******. I might be in the shower when you arrive.

Fuck. Namjoon was in trouble. He shouldn't be this turned on just by the mere trust you give him, he could be a psychopath. Or worse, you could be a psychopath.

But it was a stupid thought that he pushed aside and gave himself access to your home.

It was nice, cozy, a wall filled with books and a minimalist living space. Its mostly shades of grey, beige and a speck of teal.

He can't hear anything except for the classical music that's playing from wherever the speakers are.

He'a losing his mind, the books on your desk are those he too has read, you have Vivaldi playing, your couch looks new and your place is too clean for a college student. He knows you're not poor because even when he didn't notice you as much, he could see your clothes were expensive.

Staring at the wall of books, a certain shelf of unfamiliar books caught his attention, you pull one out and flip through it without any thought.

"I never pegged you as a smut type of guy." Your hair is tied in a bun, your robe too short for his sanity.

"Sorry, I was just looking." Why did he sound less confident? He clears his throat. "I mean, ummm..." He's losing his shit over the sight of your thighs.

You giggle. "Give me a couple more minutes." Your eyes linger on him, and he was sure you gave him the "fuck me" eyes. But he heard the lock on your door, so maybe not now.

Namjoon's phone buzzes in his pocket.

*GroupChat*

Jin: Hey Joon, while you're at it. Pls tell YN that I'm revising the paper. Thanks

JK: YN? Whomst?

Tae: *image sent*

JK: holy fuck.

Tae: i took this with her permission by the way.

It was a photo of you on the university bench, your white button down falling off your shoulder revealing the black strap of uour , your hair flowing down your shoulders, your black jeans following the form of your ass so nice.

*GroupChat*

HK: Give me her number.

NJ: Nope. I'm already at her place Hobi. You snooze, you lose.

Tae: tell her I said hi.

He hears the door click open and you step out in- God, what game are you playing.- You wear a white loose top and almost nothing for shorts since it looked like it was barely covering your ass. Namjoon chokes on his own spit, she just looks at him.

"You good?" Namjoon nods. "Alright, ummm... Follow me." You nod towards the corner down the hall.

"You have a really nice... place." Namjoon admires your ass more than your actual decor.

"Thanks, it's my parents'." You stop in front lf a door. "Main bedroom is there, toilet, guest bedroom, study, and game room."

"Oh, like xbox and stuff?" He really did quote 50 Shades.

You just smile and giggle, but that doesn't really answer his question. Again, his brain goes haywire.

"We can start on identifying our subject, we can meet here whenever our schedule permits and if we meet often then we'll be done before the end of the month." Namjoon takes a seat on the couch and takes out his own laptop while you fire up your PC.

"Hey, YN." Namjoon stares at your PC. You look at him. "Ummm... If I may ask what's on every guy's minds these days." You nod for him to continue. "Why the sudden change?" Namjoon smirks, hoping he'd steer the conversation towards something better.

"Oh... Yeah, well I got bored." You shrug. That's actually the truth, you got bored of having to look approachable. "I couldn't keep up my image in front of my family, and at Uni so, I just went with what was easier."

"Ah... I know what you mean." You look at him and raise an eyebrow. "Back in highschool, I used to be this goody two shoes in front of my family but at school, I was a beast."

You just giggled at how cute he is. But before he could press on, you offered to push start the project, which he surprisingly took well. Namjoon isn't a douche, a fuckboy, but not a douche.

Two hours in and you needed a breather. A heavy one. You've already trusted him enough to let him into your home, why not let him go all the way. With the clock nearing 11PM, you turn to watch him typ away on his laptop.

"Hey, do you wanna take a break?" Namjoon cracks his neck and nods. "Are you hungry?"

"Oh, sure. I could eat." You slowly nod and order a pizza from nearby. "Sorry to ask but is there any place I could smoke?"

"Oh, follow me." You cross the hall and enter the game room.

Namjoon thought it was pretty nice, there was a huge couch that could easily be a bed, an actual xbox and a mini fordge with energy drinks and water. He looks up and lowe and behold there were hooks.

"Damn. What kind of kinky shit do you do in here?" You blush but catch yourself, you're not ready for that kind of thing yet.

"I do flying yoga from time to time." You open the balcony doors where a couch was situated in the center next to a stand-alone ash tray.

You pull out a cigarette from the drawer beneath the couch and hand him one but he pulls out his own brand from his pocket.

Namjoon watches you as you casually smoke next to him, ass almost out, hair messy, and that top that does things.

He has to admit, watching you work for the past two hours got him feeling warm, he did try to do some research but all he could do was scan the room for something that he could use to open a conversation.

"You're so deep in thought." You smirk, two feet away from each other and Namjoon could feel the heat radiating off you. "You know, I didn't expect it when you asked me to be your partner." That was a lie.

"Well, I wanted to get to know you." And in your pants but there's a process.

Unlike usual fuckboys, Namjoon would actually go on a date then fuck them after and then he bounces.

That's how its always been for the past years, while you hid behind your glasses and messy outfits, Namjoon was getting a taste of every woman in campus.

You exchange a few stories from class, your parents, his parents and friends. Which he doesn't usually do.

"You have an odd group of friends." You state at the mention of his friend group.

"Yeah, but they're cool." He puts the cigarette on the ash tray and lean back.

"Yeah, Everyone knows that." You lean over Namjoon, your chest to his face as you put out your cigarette on the ashtray. You give him a second to inhale your scent.

Namjoon felt himself get hard, would it really be bad if you saw it? You practically shoved your tits on his face.

"What was that?" Namjoon questions and you just giggled and stood up.

"We should wrap up today, we have an early class tomorrow." He follows you back into the play room. As you lock up the balcony, Namjoon strays and opens the wrong door.

"Don't!" Fuck. Plans = ruined.

Namjoon's jaw drops. It was a closet, not just any closet, its filled with sex toys and lingerie, whips, chains, a fucking leash?!

"Fuck. I knew you were something." Namjoon turns expecting you to deny it and feel flustered but instead, you smirk. Which was really hot. "Were you planning to use this on me?"

You scoff. "Mr. Kim." You slowly approach him, his throat goes dry. "I don't think you can handle what I'm planning." Okay, now he was definitely hard and you know it, your body flushed against his, lips so close but he doesn't move.

You give him a peck on the lips and shut the closet door. He chased after your lips but you were already headed out the door.

"Oh no, you don't." He wraps his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you back, crashing his lips on yours.

He shuts the door and pushes you against it. Teeth clashing, his tongue down your throat.

The night has escalated. He lifts you up and carries you to the bed. Using your strength you flip over, you straddle his thighs and sit up.

"Maybe we shouldn't." You speak, his face falls but you just giggle and kiss him again.

You start grinding on his crotch, he moans into the kiss. His hands roam your body freely, on your ass, on your tits, then finally, down your core.

He wasn't surprised to find you wet, shit, even he had a wet patch in his boxers.

"Wait." You pull away but he sits up and trails kisses down your neck. "Fuck. I said...wa—" He did a thing with his tongue on your neck which made your brain short circuit. "Fuck it."

If Kim Namjoon is already on your bed, you'd better make it his best.

—

You only had about an hour of sleep, its 7am and you both have a lecture at 8.

You try your best to crawl out of bed while a naked Namjoon is wrapped around your torso, you reached for the shirt at the corner of the bed and decided that's what you're gonna wear for the morning.

You wonder how THE Kim Namjoon likes his eggs in the morning.

You get the coffee maker running and take out some eggs and decided that sunnyside is the safest, you put some bacon on the air fryer.

While you're frying some eggs, you hear the door room close. Mornings like this can go both ways, he'd try to sneak out or he'd actually join you for breakfast.

Instead, Namjoon wraps his arms around you cupping your tits then your ass. You giggle as he starts kissing your neck, he continues like that until you're done cooking three eggs and the air fryer finishes.

"Come on, we have to get ready for class." You spin within his hold and push his head off your shoulder.

God, was he gorgeous. And he thought the same of you.

"Mr. Sallow cancelled, a family emergency." He starts kissing down your neck again. "Which means, we can pick up where we left off this morning." But his stomach betrays him as it growls so loud.

"Breakfast first." You pick up the plates from the counter and bring it to the dining area.

He takes a seat and drags you with him, making you straddle him. He feels you naked below and you feel his dick twitch.

You grab a piece of bread and feed him, along with eggs and bacon. Not a finger was lifted by Namjoon this morning, they were probably tired.

"What time is your next class?" His voice was low and raspy, his pupils dilates now that he's fed.

"I think we have the next one at 2." He glances at the clock behind you, you had 6 hours to burn and he has a very detailed plan on how to do that. "But I do have errands to run. I'm running low on condoms." You whisper.

"We can do it raw next time so you can cut back on expenses?" You giggle again.

"Yeah, sure. Next time." You feed him.

Namjoon recognizes that tone from anyone. A doubt that he'd see them again, if it were any other woman, he'd get her hopes up and butter her up before leaving and never to call back again.

YN knows he'll be back faster than anyone, all the toys he picked out last night were things you wished someone used on you instead of the other way around.

Namjoon turned out to be the perfect playmate but you can't tell him that.

He touched you in all the right places, kissed you where you needed him the most, no wonder he was called a fuck boy because if he ignores any girl after this then you'd probably lose it too.

Thinking about what you did all night got you wey and Namjoon feels it.

"How about I have my breakfast now?" He picks you up and takes you to the couch but you stop him.

"I need to shower." You push him and run towards the shower but you didn't bother to pull the door all the way.

Namjoon takes it as a sign and follows you inside. And again, like last night you spent the morning wrapped up in each other.

At around 11AM when Namjoon finally needed to go home to get a proper bath.

"Do you need me to drop you off?" You offer, you're dressed in a jumpsuit and a leather jacket to cover all the scratches, hickeys and bruises namjoon has left on your skin.

If anything, Namjoon can get pretty rough and there are a few girls who didn't want to see him again because he figuratively broke them.

"I drove here." You nod. "So..." Namjoon starts.

"Damn. The slow 'so...' can really mean a lot." You giggle. "Don't worry, Joon. I won't be chasing you down the road if that's what ypu're worried about."

That's not what he meant. Quite the opposite.

"No, I was going to ask when can I see you again?" He follows you out of the apartment and down the hall.

"We'll see each other at class this afternoon." You play non-chalant, his game.

"Can I see you after?" He slowly turns his head toward you.

"If you want to." You smile at him and he flashes you a genuine smile where his dimples come out.

You separate paths at the parking lot, but Namjoon refusing to leave before he got another kiss, which you had no problem of giving.

The moment Namjoon sets foot in their frat house, he's surrounded by his brothers.

"You didn't come home last night." Jin's eyes were slits.

"You don't smell like alcohol." Tae sniffs him. "But you do smell like vanilla! You took a shower in a woman's bathroom."

Jungkook lifts Namjoon's shirt and reveals a well scratched back. "Did you fight with a tiger?!"

"Leave him alone guys." Yoongi walks in with his morning black coffee. "He probably spent some night at one of his women."

Namjoon just smirks and pushes past his brothers.

"You better come home early tonight." Namjoon just shoots Yoongi a thumbs up and enters his room.

Tonight is a TGIF Party that the house throws to raise funds for the charity they're supoorting. They're not exactly a typical frat that just throw parties coz they want to.

A knock comes on Namjoon's door just as he was about to get in the shower.

"You should be here tonight." Yoongi peeks his head through the door.

"I will, chill." Namjoon smiled again.

"You're freaking me out with all the smiling. Who were you with last night?" Yoongi, who now stands by his door with a refilled cup of coffee.

"YN." His tired expression turned into shock.

"You fucked YN? ON THE FIRST NIGHT?!" Namjoon throws a balled up sock at Yoongi in hopes to get him to shut up. "Holy shit. And she got you smiling, must have been good."

"Ah, that's not even enough to describe it." Namjoon smiles again and finally enters the bathroom.

"Party Joon! I need you tonight." Yoongi walks out of his room shaking his head.

At the 2pm lecture, Namjoon scans the room for you. He isn't even sure that he should sit next to you,He isn't sure if you wanted him to. You never really set any boundaries with him. And he with you, on a normal day, Joon would be telling the girl to keep it lowkey.

But you're a trophy in his eyes, deserves to be shown off. But that would break his status quo since that's not what Kim Namjoon does. He's never had a stable girlfriend, barely knew how to properly date or to be a boyfriend but everything crosses his mind while he prepared for this lecture.

He worked well with just casual fucks and having a string of go-to women.

"Hey Joon, will I be seeing you at the party tonight?" Stacy winks at him, she was the most recent one. Only a few weeks ago.

"Ummm, I do live there." Namjoon answers but at that moment you lock eyes and you fucking wink.

He leaves Stacy while she was mid-sentence and she scoffs. He makes a bee line for you and takes the seat next to you.

"Hey." Namjoon's smile is wide, his cheeks hurt from smiling all day.

"Hey you." You smile back. A warmth spread through you. "How's your day going?"

"I had a really good nap before this." He that loves your attention was fully on him. "How about you?" His voice was low and he was leaning into you.

"Still sore but I'll manage." You whisper making you both explode in giggle.

From behind Namjoon you notice Stacy scoff at you two.

Namjoon takes a deep inhale as the professor walks in, hoping to keep your scent inside him. Which sounds fucked up if you think about it.

The lecture goes on for two hours, no flirting happened except for when the both of you had to discuss a couple of topics that your professor presented.

The entirety of you had Namjoon completely invested. You're smart, beautiful, and a bit insane AND he loved fucking you.

But like many men, he gets spooked by commitment. Maybe you can be an exception? You've known each other a day and he's already speaking like this.

There really must be something wrong with him.

While you're here being chill about everything, Namjoon is losing his fucking mind over one night he spent with you. He keeps replaying the sounds that you made, the memory of your skin on his. God, fuck.

He really is fucked.

After class, Namjoon asks if you had plans for tonight, when you said you were free, he asked you to be his +1 at the party.

"I'll be there." He helps you out of the aisle.

"I can pick you up so you won't have to drive?" Namjoon seems really different today.

"I can drive." You confirm, you both walk out of the hall where a Stacy is waiting.

"I can't wait to see you tonight, Joon." She winks at him and scowls at you.

"Oh. I'm with YN tonight but it would help our charity if you'd come." Stacy looked pale.

"See you tonight." You bid at Namjoon before walking down the hall towards Shayne.

"I swear, I saw you and Kim Namjoon give the 'fuck me eyes' at each other. Or I'm just really high." You bump his shoulders and wink. "No fucking way. How was he? Were the rumours true? YN! SAY SOMETHING."

"I'm gonna head home and prepare for the party." You wave at him and practically sprint to your car.

Namjoon does the same, Yoongi and Jungkook were hanging up the decors while the other frat brothers were in the kitchen, Namjoon helps move around the furniture, he checks the music, lights, booze. Everything has to be perfect.

"You're pretty hands on today." Jimin, your in-house DJ who was setting up his station.

"That's because his girlfriend is coming." Yoongi says non-chalantly and Namjoon ignores.

"Whoa. Overnight? She must be hot hot." Jimin grins. "I'll keep an eye out."

"Joke all you want, she's not my girlfriend." Not yet, he hopes.

Once everything has been set, he and his brothers take the salutatory shot before opening the doors.

People started to file in, Namjoon's eyes follow every one hoping to see you. The door closes when the party gets a bit full and its only been 15 minutes.

A knock comes and Jungkook opens it. As if the world slowed down, the music was muffled and the sun has shone again.

You drop 100 bucks into the donation bin and Jungkook and Tae jump with joy. Namjoon meets you halfway down the hall and you exchange smiles.

"Hey." Literally, you brighten his world. Again, ITS ONLY BEEN A NIGHT.

You're dressed in all black, cargo pants and a long sleeved cropped top that has a cut out above your tits which, from his height, he can see the golden globes. Few hickeys peek out from beneath you collarbone and Namjoon has never felt proud of his markings on anyone.

"Hey YN!!" You and Taehyung shared a fistbump. "Thank you so much for the very generous donation, and for that, you get to do the first beer bong of the night!"

Everyone around you cheers and even Jimin acknowledges you making the entire house watch you.

"You don't have to." Namjoon whispers and Tae gives him a look that says 'are you for real?'

You just smile and laugh and take the end of the beer bong. Everyone starts counting as Tae and Jungkook start pouring the beer. You've been at it for a while and from the corner of your eye, Namjoon starts cheering for you.

Once you finished off 4 beers through the bong you cut yourself off.

"THAT'S A RECORD!" Everyone cheers and so does Namjoon!

Who, the entire time, felt his fucking dick twitch at the sight of your throat bobbing. He knows you can control your breathing, he's seen you.

As soon as everyone went back to their own business, Namjoon pulls you in for a long kiss.

"That was hot." He whispers against your lips.

"And here I was thinking I'd never see Namjoon do PDA." Yoongi had a stupid grin on his face when you turn around. "As the president of this house and the charity chairman, I'd like to thank thee — YN, for the generous donation and breaking the beer bong record for females." He hands you a shot. "For also making Namjoon do PDA." You, Namjoon and Yoongi raise your glasses and throw back the shot. "I hope to see more of you."

You and Namjoon find a corner in the living room where you both nurse a beer while exchanging childhood stories. You can feel a few gazes lingering on both you and Namjoon since he's had his arm around your shoulder the entire time.

Namjoon is never known for PDA, nobody knows if he's ever had a girlfriend, and suddenly he's hanging with the new hotgirl. It makes sense but what doesn't is that his friends can see how hooked he is on you.

"Do you dance?" You bite your lip, borderline drunk from all the alcohol in your system.

"Only if my life depends on it." Namjoon was not as drunk but he's intoxicated with you.

Sexy Nukim starts playing and you just had to get up and start dancing. Namjoon watches you like a hawk while sipping his beer.

You bump into Hoseok, one of his brothers, with eyes locked with Namjoon's you start grinding on him. He should be furious but he's not, instead he feels himself get hard over the sight of you sweating and moving.

Hoseok could be gay, they're not sure but he's definitely not a threat until he runs his nose down your neck and you actually bite your lip. Namjoon's jaw visibly clenches until Stacy appears in front of him, blocking his view of you.

"Hey hot stuff, how about we—" Namjoon gets up and ignores her. Just when he was about to walk, you suddenly appeared behind Stacy.

Without words you simply take Namjoon's hand lead him up the stairs fully aware of all the eyes on you. Namjoon was in a trance and simply followed you.

When you stopped at the top of the stairs he leads you towards his room.

The moment you stepped in your mouths were on each other, his hands on the of your jeans and your hands peeling his shirt. You pushed him on the bed and straddled his lap, lips lingering on each other.

You tug on his hair making him crane his neck, you lick a long stripe from his collarbone upto his ear where you nip at his lobes.

You take out his belt in one pull urge him to move up to the headboard, once there you take his wrists and secure it with the belt and tie it to his headboard.

A load thud came from outside his door, honestly you wouldn't mind if someone walked in.

But you get up and made sure to lock the door, the music was so loud, you were sure nobody would hear you. And you liked it that way.

You strip Namjoon off his pants and boxers, his dick springs to life and you did what you've been wanting to do since you got here.

Namjoon is getting the best blowjob of his life and he's tied to the fucking bed. He was about to come when he finally gets a hand free, he weaves his hand through your hair and pulls you off. You smirk and holy fuck did he almost cum.

When you fully untie his hands he wraps the belt around your neck like a leash, the smile on your face lets him know that you absolutely love it.

"Fucking slut." And you moan. Namjoon grins and turns you over on all fours.

He reached out for a condom on his night stand and rolls it on him, he enters you and you can still feel a little sting from yesterday's events.

Namjoon is merciless, fucking, degrading, spanking. Fuck it was heaven. You've been playing dominant your entire sex life when all you wanted to be was a submissive slut.

He fucks you in new ways you never thought was possible, he was impressed with how flexibe you could be and how good you take him. Other women would tap-out but you're taking it so well.

You don't know when you both passed out, or what time did you actually decided that it was enough because Namjoon had the stamina of an animal and at one point you feared that you won't be able to keep up.

But on his double bed you lay tangled in his limbs. You stay snuggled next to him.

When was the last time you actually genuinely cared for another human being? You had a fat crush on Namjoon a year ago but you never really made an effort until recently.

You glance at the clock by the door, its only 8am. There are no lectures for saturday which is why they hold the TGIF Parties.

The sound of Namjoon's breathing was therapeutic, You fall back asleep in a matter of minutes

By 8:30 Namjoon stirs awake, he made sure you were sti there, he kisses your nose. But he froze after doing so, who is he?

Namjoon tries to slip out of your grasp by rolling you over, When he's free, he puts on his pajama pants and head out the door where a few other women were doing the walk of shame in the morning and the men standing by their door frames.

"All you male whores get down here, now." Yoongi calls from their kitchen. Namjoon is impressed by how clean the space is.

"Who even had the energy to clean?" Jungkook with one eye still shut groans.

"Not energy, money." All of their heads whip towards Yoongi. "Well, around 5am this morning, Namjoon's girlfriend came out looking for something to drink." Their heads turn to Namjoon this time. He remembers you slipping out, you even brought him a glass.

"And? She cleaned?" Jin swiped his finger across the kitchen island.

"No, she saw me trying to clean up a little. Then she stepped on something sticky. She asked if I needed help." Yoongi sighs. "I was still drunk and said yes, and that if only we had enough people to help it'll be done in 30 minutes. She got her phone, called someone and in like 5 minutes two vans arrived and like 15 people came in and cleaned the place."

Jimin busted out laughing. "So Namjoon got himself a sugar mommy. No, a hot sugar mommy. She needs to stick around."

"Like that's gonna happen. He'll probably have a new one next week." Hoseok chuckles. "And when that happens, I'll be happy to keep her around." Namjoon's jaw clenches.

He and Hoseok had always been sort of rivals but nobody crosses the line, and he wouldn't have a doubt that Hoseok would pursue you once its over.

"I didn't see her leave though." Taehyung finally pipes.

"Yeah, she's still sleeping upstairs." Namjoon responds.

"That's new. Usually you'd make them leave at the crack of dawn. Damn, you really are hooked." Jin chuckles. "Well, I don't see a problem here. If she wants to help, let her. Its not like we forced her or anything. I don't see a big deal."

"Jin's right. Let's just get on with our days and see where this leads." Jimin gets the coffee machine running and notices you coming down the stairs dressed as you are from last night. "Speak of the devil."

Everyone turns around and you just smile and study the place to make sure the people you hired completely cleaned the place.

"Thank you for last night, party was great." Namjoon approaches you and kisses you on the lips.

"Ewww." Jungkook looks away.

"Thank you, YN, for your help this morning. I really appreciate it. We appreciate it."a chorus of thank yous were thrown your way.

Namjoon guides you to the door.

"Do you have any plans for today?" He whispers.

"I was going to try and continue to work on the paper and my thesis." Namjoon's hands wrap around your waist, you're being too irresistible for him and its fucking him up.

"Right..." For a second he thought about asking you out on a proper date but that's unlikely of him. "Well, I guess I'll see you later?" You just smile and run your fingers through his hair.

"Okay." You whisper, Namjoon loses his self control and kisses you deeply.

The moment you drive off Namjoon feels his heart skip a beat. What have you done to him? Was there fumes or powder in the closet that made him crazy over you? Or... Witchcraft? But Hoseok sees it too. He didn't even know you were rich-rich until Yoongi told everyone about the people who helped cleaning.

Without realizing it Namjoon is back on his bed staring at the ceiling, recalling the events of the past two nights. You barely knew each other 48 hours ago now he's itching to follow you home.

You, on the other hand, is grinning from ear to ear. Sure you love Namjoon's attention but you know damn well he won't be taking you seriously. Still, the sex was different and mindblowing and your tiny chats had you opening each other up like christmas presents. It's not freaking you out like it does Namjoon, because you know how you're going to end up if you start caving in with your feelings.

Your day went the way you told Namjoon it would be, on your desk doing the project and your thesis.

You don't actually need his help but you'd like some insight so you send him the document thru email and move on to your thesis.

Namjoon sees the email notification and opens it, its your draft for the project. Was this your way of reaching out to him? You could've just texted him. But reading through the document, he frowns. You've finished it in a day and now there's no reason for the two of you to meet up again.

Great. Now Namjoon really has to find an actual reason to see you. Why did you have to be so smart? But truth be told, he too could've finished the project alone but he wanted to spend more time with you.

"Hey, we're gonna grab some coffee on the way to the bowling alley. Wanna come?" Jungkook's head is peeking though his door. He simply nods and gets up to change.

Jimin drove towards the coffee shop and Namjoon has been locking and unlocking his phone. A notification pops up and sees that you followed him in instagram and he gets a message from you.

YN: I sent the file thru email earlier. You can tweak it and then send it back so I can review it.

YN: no rush but at this rate we can submit the final file by next class.

Namjoon sighs and leaves you on read. Typical, you thought.

"Hey, YN followed me on instagram." Yoongi pipes from the front seat.

"Me too." Hoseok grins at Namjoon.

Jimin and Jungkook too. Tae and Jin were already mutuals with her since early this year. So Namjoon wasn't as special as he thought he was and it made him feel a little upset.

Why? He's not sure but knowing you followed his friends too made him sulk.

"You won't mind if I hit up her DMs, right?" Hoseok nudges his shoulder and Namjoon doesn't respond. Normally, he wouldn't mind but something about you made him feel weird. "I'll take that as a green light."

"Come on Hobi, she was just with him last night. At least wait 24 hours." Jungkook's advice did not make it any better. "I know I will."

"Damn, competition is tight." Hoseok teases but Namjoon's mood doesn't change.

And like fate, they all ran into you at the coffee shop. Hair in a pony tail, your glasses is on and you're in an oversized shirt tucked in denim ripped denim jeans and you have an Iced Americano on the table while you tap in your phone grinning like a school girl.

Namjoon pretends not to see you but Hoseok makes his way towards you and sit on the empty seat across you and you actually smile at him.

"Hoseok is fast and furious." Taehyung laughs but then he sees Namjoon with a stern expression and stops smiling. "I mean, andwhat an asshole, right?" He nervously laughs.

Hoseok points at him and you turn to wave and smile. A different smile from what Hoseok received, and for the second time today, Namjoon's heart skips a beat.

Hoseok continues to chat you up until it was their turn to order, he invited you to go bowling but you politely declined and said you had other plans for the day but really, it was just code not to flirt with anyone within the 24 hours of being with someone else unless the previous partner kept it on the downlow but last night Namjoon had shown you off to all his peers by kissing and sneaking away with you.

"I tried inviting her but she said she had plans." Hoseok was grinning. "She also said that the bowling alley are pretty full on Saturday nights unless we had a reservation, do we?" The group turns to Jungkook who shakes his head.

Hoseok goes back to your table and you make a call. A minute later the both of you smile and nod.

"Now we do." Hoseok proudly smiles after using you to get them a lane since you were friends with the owner.

Namjoon loathes that Hoseok just used you for their gain but it seemed like it only bothered him. You weren't even looking at him while they waited for their drink, is he really not going to talk to you? He thought to himself.

Just as he was about to approach their drinks are done and everyone is headed back out towards the car. Out of the corner of your eye you see him hesitate and it just fuels your ego.

The reason you were grinning on your phone was because the new shoes you ordered is ariving soon and you saw his face frowned as he saw you grinning.

You refuse to be the mouse in this game.

You receive a notification from Namjoon.

NJ: i'll make revisions tonight but its already good.

NJ: see you around.

Namjoon groans, where is his confidence? He's the school crush, and he didn't even talk to you.

Oh right, that's because it was against his personal rules to not talk to any hookup unless necessary within 24hours. Stupid code. But it's kept other women wanting him more, but you're not like other women. You're smart and rich, what could you possibly need him for. He was equally smart and rich.

After bowling Taehyung thought it would be good to go clubbing and just relax given that the party yesterday was exhausting and the bowling today didn't help.

Namjoon immediately agrees if it means he could take his mind off you. You and Shayne were already in the club when they walk in but neither of you notice, while you occupy the VIP seat that could easily fit 10 people, Jimin looked around for an empty spot where they could sit.

"Looks like its a full house." Jimin shouts over the music.

"Hold on!" Taehyung spots you from across the room and points.

Namjoon follows his finger and sees you with Shayne and some dude he's making out with, you look like a goddess. Dresses in all black dress that showed your entire back. Which he painted with his cum last night and now he's got a boner. You casually sip on a martini and some guy tries to chat you up but you shake your head looking like you just refused that he could sit.

He was too busy watching you that he didn't notice Jin and Hoseok had already approached you and you grinned,

It looked like you were happy to see them. They pointed and everyone waved except Namjoon. You immediately offer your booth and pushing Shayne and his choice for tonight to the end of the booth to which he grins and said that he's leaving with his beau.

You roll your eyes and shoo them away as Shayne blows you a kiss. That means its 7 of them and one of you, you feel a bit awkward since Namjoon had barely spoken to you and even chose to ignore you earlier but it was fine.

Hoseok calls the rest of the guys over and they each thanked you for sharing the booth, you decided to sit by the end of the booth and Namjoon had chosen to sit on the other end, the couch was shaped like a staple wire so you and Namjoon sat across each other with 6 people in between.

You raise your hand to call over a waiter and ask the group for their drink preference, you ordered another martini and Namjoon is just having whatever they had.

The seating arrangement was you, Hoseok, Jin, Tae, Jimin, Yoongi, Jungkook and then Namjoon.

Hoseok had started chatting with you again, Namjoon had his eyes fixed on the two of you.

"That should be me, holding your hand." Jungkook sings as he watches Namjoon looking at you like he'd punch Hoseok when he gets a chance. "You look like you could kill someone." Jungkook hands him a shot and he takes it easily.

The group breaks out into their own conversations but Namjoon opted out since all he could do was stare at you and the only time you gave him attention was when you handed him his drink that the waiter mistakenly gave you.

He was right, you're not like other women, otherwise you would've already been all over him like he wants you to be. His pride refusing to give you the satisfaction that he liked your attention.

A waiter approaches and whispers something in her ear and she nods excusing herself from the group, Namjoon's stare follows her towards a dark corner in the club where she actually turns to look at him and winks. She knew what she was doing and Namjoon is just about to fall into the trap.

He knew this club had back rooms, what he didn't know was that you were a member, better yet, a benefactor.

A couple of minutes pass and a waiter approaches Namjoon to hand him another drink, he didn't order one yet but at the bottom of the glass was the number 7. He excuses himself, not like they would notice and move towards the exit he saw you take.

He shows the glass to the bouncer and lets him in, he walks down the hall and finds the room. He didn't knock, he just entered.

And following you had to be the best decision tonight. He knew you were freaky but this is next level.

You were on the bed, arms bondaged to each other, it was you, the hickeys on your shoulder said it all. You had on a choker and a thong. Your eyes blindfolded, no words were needed.

He takes off his shirt and stands before you his hard dick right in front of your face, he knew you needed him, you can feel his warmth in front of you.

"Please." Were the only words you said to make him he takes off his pants, he's not into bondage, hell he didn't even know the basics but you seemed to enjoy him a lot that you allow him to dominate you.

"Fuck you're such a little slut." He makes you suck on his thumb. Holding your tongue down.

He revels in the way that you follow his commands, a simple "ass up" and you're down on your face moaning into the bed as he uses a whip on your ass.

He's over the moon with how you're leaking fluids all the way down your tights. He uses his finger to collect it in puts it in your mouth.

His breath is shaky as you take it without question. He takes off your blindfold and makes you look up towards the mirrored headboard.

"I'm going to fuck you raw." You don't complain since you have your birth control in and you'd probably get a plan B after this.

You feel the tip of his cock enter and you let out a shaky breath, the breach feels too good. Normally, you'd take men here to dominate but having it the other way around made you realize its feels way too good and feels way better.

There are no clocks in the room and you don't know how long have you two been fucking but you feel sore all over and you feel full of cum. He's gagged you, hung you upside down, your back is stinging from all the flogging, Namjoon is on the brink of passing out but every time you make eye contact you giggle.

Jesus Christ, you are a freak. And Namjoon loves it. The moment he unties you, you colapse onto the floor, your limbs are numb.

"Get up." His voice is hoarse, you whimper as you push yourself off the floor. Pain finally taking over the pleasure.

Your face covered in cum and sweat as you stand before him. He wraps a hand around your neck expecting you to flinch but you grin instead.

"Fuck, such a good girl." He kisses you but slowly this time.

His phone rings from his pants somewhere across the room breaking your moment, you try to limp your way into the corner of the room where your dress from tonight was hanging.

"Hey, where the fuck did you go?" Jin was on the line and Namjoon checked the time it was 2:30AM.

"I'm with YN." Jin gives him a little 'oh' and hangs up. There's not really much explanation needed.

He puts on his clothes and sees you bending over to put your heels back on, you grab a wet tissue from the shelf and clean the cum on your hair and face.

And as if nothing happened you walk towards him.

"I need to smoke." Was all you said before he follows you out the door and into the back exit where you were greeted by the bouncer.

Namjoon follows you towards your car, you take out the cigarettes and hand him one before you both take a drag.

"Can I ask you something?" He starts and you just nod with the very little energy you have. "How did you get into this kinky shit?"

"Oh... When I was younger, I had this boyfriend who wanted to try kinky shit. At first he was the dom and I was a 'sub' but when we tried to reverse the roles, well he liked being a sub and it just stuck." Your voice was low and hoarse from all the moaning and blowjobs.

"But you let me dominate you?" He traps you between him and your car. "Why is that?"

"It just happened the other day, when we first fucked. I liked how you treated me, the way you called me names, when I begged, i loved the pain." Namjoon tries not to get hard again, he's not sure if he can go another round. "Do you not like it?" Your doe eyes looking up at him, makeup is barely there already.

"Babygirl, I liked it way too much." His voice sent shivers down your spine. You smile, like a genuine smile as if he just told you that he liked you and not the sex.

"That's good." You whisper before taking a drag from your cigarette.

There's something seriously wrong with you but he's not one to complain, at one point earlier he was genuinely worried that he'd gone overboard but you had set your safe words and none of them was uttered by you.

He almost broke skin on your ass but he held back and you know it. Because for you, that was the only love language you knew.

You dropped off Namjoon before driving home to your place, you took an ice bath just to make sure that your entire body won't bruise from the ropes.

Namjoon had a shit-eating grin as he walks up the stairs to his room.

The week flew buy, you and Namjoon were inseparatable, he's been spending more time at your place partially to do the project but also to explore Namjoon's limits since you already knew yours.

You've been branded as off-limits due to Namjoon being literally stuck to your side. You and Namjoon looked committed but he hates talking about it, while you just ignore the questions.

You both handed in your paper two weeks earlier than the deadline and Mrs. Pierce was impressed. And was proud that the two of you hit it off, she had no idea.

"Namjoon." Hoseok approaches him on the bench at one of the actual times you two are separated. "What do you think about a Poly relationship?"

"Why would you ask me?" He pulls down his sunglasses.

"Well, I just saw YN and asked her the same question. She said if both parties are okay then it shouldn't be a problem." Namjoon snorts but Hoseok looked serious.

"Fuck off, Hobi. I'm not sharing this time." He pushes back his sunglasses and Hoseok just nods.

They've had their fair share of threesomes but a poly relationship is just ridiculous.

"I just wanna know if the rummors are true." He finally sighs. "They say she's freak in bed and that she's gold standard, a female version of you. It was only when stupid Stacy insulted her clothes that she started showing off what she had and I was unlucky enough that you beat me to her." Namjoon scoffs again. "I'm cashing in the favor." Namjoon gets up and walks away from Hoseok.

He owed Hoseok a favor back when he had to coverup for Namjoon when his parents made a surprise visit while he had two women in bed.

"I know its a huge ask but if you could just ask YN." Hoseok chases after him.

"Ask YN what?" Your voice makes them freeze and turn to the side and awkwardly smile.

"Nothing, babe. Should we grab some coffee?" Hoseok glares. Namjoon's never called you babe and it shows at how your brow raised at him.

"Are you coming with?" You ask Hoseok which turns his glare into a grin.

He tags along your coffee date and Namjoon was having none of it. He blocked Hoseok off every chance he got.

When you were seated in a more secluded booth, Hoseok clears his throat.

"Don't." Namjoon speaks first but you frown and urge Hoseok to finish.

"I was just asking Namjoon..." Hoseok actually looked, nervous? "Well, you and I have been chatting for a while now."

"You have?" This is news to Namjoon, but he shouldn't care, right?

"Well anyways, I know you're not dating and now even exclusive, given that Namjoon was making out and eent to his room with Cass the other night." Namjoon's jaw cleanches.

"You have?" You threw back his question and all he could do was raise an eyebrow and so did you.

"Well, what I was saying—" Hoseok starts again.

"If you wanted to fuck, you could've just asked me." You finally spit. Pissed that Namjoon had his tongue down someone's throat while you were brushing off Hoseok. "No need to ask Namjoon." There was spite in your words. "Like you said, we aren't exclusive."

When your order was served you picked up your Americano and stood up.

"I'm going home to finish my thesis." You announce to the both of them. "Come by later?"

"Yeah."

"Sure."

They both answered at the same time which ended in a glaring contest.

You shrug and leave, your heart was pounding at the though of Namjoon touching another woman, but its not like you were dating. All you do is fuck in different angles.

Maybe Hoseok will do you good. Even out the playing field, because right now, you feel betrayed.

"YN. Wait up." Hoseok was chasing behind you.

Namjoon on the other hand was left alone with his thoughts, he made the mistake with Cass at the party the other day because he was pissed that you chose to go out with Shayne than spend the night with him.

He hopes that if you fuck Hoseok, you'd realize the same thing he did when he fucked Cass who sounded like a dying whale. It's that nobody compares to what you two had.

Now Hoseok gets a taste of that, what if Hoseok does better than Namjoon did? Fuck. He needed a drink and its only noon.

He decides to head home for the rest of the day.

At dinner, Jin calls everyone for some steak that his dad dropped off earlier. Namjoon was last one out of his room.

"Where's Hoseok?" Jin asks and they all look at each other and shrugged.

Namjoon clenches his jaw and sighs. They look at him knowing he knew something.

"YN found out about Cass, Hoseok took his shot." Yoongi drops his fork on his plate while everyone else shook their heads.

Unlike your first encounter with Namjoon, Hoseok takes you out to dinner first and made sure people knew about it by posting it on his instagram.

The group sees the photo and nobody speaks. Everyone eats in silence.

"But why didn't you say anything?" Jin finally says what's on their minds. "When Hoseok exposed you, you could have apologized or even half assed deny it."

"You could've said 'she didn't mean anything, I didn't think, she was nothing compared to you' anything but you just sat there." Jimin was angrily eating his food. "How dumb can you be?"

"To be fair, they were just hooking up." Jungkook defends Namjoon and they all glare at him.

"Yeah, Kook's right. We were just hooking up." But he's grown an attachment, he couldn't even fuck Cass right. And it him who insisted on a condom since you're the only person he's fucked raw in the university.

You and Hoseok had a pretty good... Date? He did all the talking and you just nodded along, you don't even have the right to be hurt when he told you about Namjoon.

Maybe its best to direct your emotions elsewhere.

"Do you wanna come over?" You ask Hoseok as he was in the middle of explaining something.

Hoseok was too excited with the invite and immediately asked for the check. You've been having drinks all night and it was enough to dull your judgement.

You ask Hoseok to drive your car to your place, you lead him to your apartment.

"Tequila?" You ask him as he makes himself comfortable on your couch. He nods with a grin on his face.

You take out the tequila, some salt and you have some cut up lemons that Shayne keeps in your fridge.

You set the mood with some RnB music, you took one shot before heading towards Hoseok. You fill two shots and hand him his, you clink you glasses and take the shot.

"Now, tell me. Why me?" Hoseok leans back on the couch, his legs wide open. He told you about the rummors he's heard and assures you that none of it was from Namjoon. You'd figure that Namjoon kept you a secret. "If you're such a bigshot, why not go for all the other women who haven't slept with your friend?"

"Namjoon was just lucky he beat me to you." Hoseok takes another shot. "But when I saw him with Cass, I knew you weren't as serious as everyone makes you out to be."

You hum and decide to speed things up, you put some salt on your tongue and pick up the bottle then proceed to sit on Hoseok's lap. You pour some tequila in your mouth and put your lips on his, spitting the tequila mixed with the salt into him.

"Fuck that was hot." You notice the tequila drip down his neck and you decide to lap it up. "Fuckkkkkkk." He groans.

You take a swig at the tequila and stand up, you take his hand to drag him into the game room. He follows you like a lost puppy.

"Hoseok, do you trust me?" At this point Hoseok is off his rockers and just nods. "Good."

You take him into the room and push him on the bed, you pass him the bottle of tequila and he takes a good gulp beforr lying back down. You rid yourself of your shirt and so does he, following your every move until you're both naked.

You walk to the closet and open it just enough for you to reach in a grab what you needed.

"Close your eyes." You whisper and he obliges. You blindfold him.

He lets out a shaky breath and you smile, it's been a while since you had a sub. You reach from beneath the bed and cuff both his wrists on the upper bed posts.

"Fuck, I knew you were freaky." He chuckled but you didn't.

"You have no idea." You sit on his dick but not letting him in yet. "Your safe word, is Red, and if you need to rest, say Orange. Got that?" He nods. "Use your words."

"Yes." You're on fire for being dominant again. "Please touch me." Was all he could say before you start kissing him again.

You kissed his jawline, down his throat and start nipping at his skin. He flinches at every bite, when your lips reach his dick he started begging.

You take him in your mouth and he starts moaning, Asking you not to stop. You blow him for a couple more minutes until your jaw begins to hurt and you pull off him. His hands try to reach you but they can't.

You take out a condom from the drawer and roll it on him.

"Hey, Hoseok?" You ask coyly. He groans in response as you roll the condom down his shaft. "What do you think about a threesome, right now?"

You asked him the question because you're sure enough he won't satisfy you for tonight. You need Namjoon.

"I want you all to myself tonight. Please." You chuckle. "Please."

His dick was throbbing, it looked painful. You decide to ease him up by slowly descending on him.

"Holy Fuck. Let me see you." Scrape your nails down his chest and he hisses.

"Say please." You whisper and he follows your command.

The moment you take of the blindfold you start moving your hips, he throws his head back in pleasure. You start moaning but let's face it. He didn't stretch you like Namjoon did, you him to command you like Namjoon does but he just laid there and took what was given to him.

You unlock his cuffs and all he did was place his hands on your hips, no spanking, no grabbing, nothing.

Still, you rode him with your best. You had a reputation to keep up.

He takes it up an notch and flips you two over, not its getting interesting. He starts pounding into you with all he's got and you try to keep the proper facial expressions.

A couple of minutes later he starts cumming into the condom and you had to fake it.

Namjoon truly had ruined you for other men. Your mind was occupied with Namjoon and how he could've fucked you tonight.

Hoseok rolls off you and you get up to grab a robe and smoke in the balcony without saying a word.

He joins you after a couple of minutes, he was grinning like an idiot and you had to laugh.

"That was fun." You take a drag of your cifarette.

You were glad that Hoseok volunteers to leave and said he was meeting some friends at a club and even invited you but you said you're tired.

You take a shower to wash Hoseok's scent off you. You decide against your better judgement.

Namjoon was in his room, watching porn on his phone when your message popped up.

From YN: Make me cum.

That was a he needed to throw on a shirt and sprint to his car.

He didn't care if you decided to sleep with Hoseok, because you texted him in the middle of the night asking for help and that was enough for him to know that nobody would compare to him.

He already knows how to let himself into your home. He stops by the living room, noticing the to glasses on the table.

You did have someone over, and he knew it was Hoseok, one of the shot glasses was upside down it was a habit of his.

Namjoon takes off his shirt as he nears the game room, dropping it somewhere down the hall. The door was open, he saw the cuffs were used and the blind fold was there. But the asshole didn't even bother to properly throw the condom in the bin and and just left it on the floor.

He sees you, standing in your robe, another cigarette betweek your fingers staring out over the balcony. Why was he already hard? Damn it.

You were too deep in though to notice Namjoon's presence, but you didn't flinch when he grabs you by the hair and pulls you to his chest.

He takes a deep inhale, he loved the scent of your bodywash and was glad he didn't have to fuck you when you smelled like Hoseok. Although it would be satisfying to have him watch how to properly fuck you.

Namjoon bites your neck and you moan, that turned you on more than anything you did with Hoseok.

Namjoon bends you over, your hands on the bannister, you feel his dick on your ass. He runs a finger on your pussy but you were already wet from one bite.

"Please." Was all you had to say again before he rams himself inside you making you moan again.

Fuck this felt right for both you and Namjoon. He was pounding hard into you, your legs started to buckle when Namjoon smacks your ass making you lock your knees.

"Did he fuck you like this?" His voice hoarse.

"No, not—even—close." You said in between thrusts.

You were a moaning mess. Namjoon had used the cuffs on you as he fucked you senseless.

You've already cum twice since he arrived, and at that moment you knew that only Kim Namjoon could pleasure you like this.

He's been using more of your toys, right now, he's got your arms tied above your head while you ride him a gag in your mouth, yet you're so wet and so hungry for him.

"How about we make a call?" Namjoon asks. He's got your phone in his hand. "Hoseok would like to know how you're doing?" He shows you the message you just received. "Should we call him back here?" You shake your head. "How about a photo, showing him who owns you."

Just then your phone rings, you stop riding but that just earned you a big slap in the ass.

"He wants to facetime. How cute." You didn't protest when he answered the call and just followed his orders of you riding him.

"Namjoon?" Hoseok is confused. "Why do you have YN's phone?"

"Oh... Well YN can't come to the phone right now." He chuckles and bites his lip at your disheveled look. "I came to check in on her when you left, she looked a little sad so I thought I'd lift her mood."

Namjoon flips the camera to show you and how he hoists you above him. Hoseok's eyes go wide.

"Namjoon be gentle." Namjoon snorts.

"Oh Hoseok, she loves it. Don't you, baby?" He lowers you on his cock again and you moan and nod at the same time.

Your breathing was ragged, you hair is all over the place, drool dripping down your tits, its like something out of a porno.

Hoseok couldn't believe you were the same woman he fucked earlier. Hoseok abruptly ends the call.

"Oh. He didn't even say bye." Namjoon finally takes off the gag and spreads your saliva all over your lips. "You're mine." He whispers before kissing you deeply and thrusting in you.

A few more thrusts and you feel his cum fill you up. He unties you, your arms falling over his shoulders. He holds you like that for a while.

Once your breathing is back to normal, he picks you up and runs you a bath, he lowers you into the warm water and he joins behind you.

This is probably the most intimate, non-sexual thing you've both done. You sit in the water dragging your loofa slowly across your arms.

"YN." He whispers. "I'm sorry, I can't even make and excuse about Cass." He wraps his arms around your torso. "I know Hoseok was just revenge and I deserve that. Let's not do that again." He nuzzles his head on your neck, all you could do was nod.

It's not like you could do it again, by all means Hoseok was not horrible and if you had met him before Namjoon, you could've liked him. But like he said, he was unlucky that Namjoon got to you first.

----

After that night, Namjoon had his mind closed. He didn't even talk to other women, he was stuck to your side, he now even has clothes in your apartment. Other than fucking, he's taken you out on dates to museums, parks, even libraries because he knows how much you love to read.

You're now both pretty vocal about your relationship. Now nearing graduation, your parents calls you out of the blue, the day you dreaded has come.

"What if I say no?" You tell your mom.

"Just go on the date, YN, if it doesn't workout then we'll leave you alone." Your mother knew how you felt about how the rich set their kids up for marriage.

The thought of you with another man makes your stomach churn, you decide against telling Namjoon about tonight but all he said was he had plans too.

You pick out an 'okay' dress and makeup. With your cigarettes, phone, cash and cards in your purse you head to the venue.

A blind date, of your possible husband. You just have to sit through dinner tonight. Your mind drifts to Namjoon, you wonder what he does when you're not around.

Shayne says that what you two have is not healthy, he hurts you and you let him. But what he doesn't know is that after all the pain, he kisses them away. He doesn't boss you in public or even humiliate you in any way. Instead he adores you, he supports you, he shows you off at school events or even on social media now.

You wait for your date, you're early so you decide to sit by the balcony and asked the waiter if you can smoke. Hopefull, your date hates smokers so you can cut the short date and go home to Namjoon.

You stare out over the balcony, when a hand wraps around yours and takes your cigarette. You look up, as if the world is in slow motion. Namjoon smirks at you as he takes a drag.

"Namjoon..." He takes the seat across you.

"What do you say? Marry me?" Your breath gets knocked out of your chest.

You couldn't hold back your smile, you bit your lip and you both start giggling.

"For a second, I refused to go but my parents insisted. Just one dinner, and if sucks I can go." He gives you a warm smile. "Then I saw you."

You both decide to accept your parents' proposal of marriage but not so soon. You both wanted to start your careers first but knowing you'd see each other at the end of each tunnel is probably worth it.

At the end of the day, you can never resist Kim Namjoon.

-END-

Hope you guys enjoyed it.

[suemaelee]

-Personal trainer-

♧A quick smutt♧

"Okay, a little more," he says.

It's your first time having a personal trainer. Since your new job pays so well, you decided to book an expensive personal trainer.

Kim Namjoon, oh he's so handsome, you think to yourself.

He has you lying down. On top of you, he has one of your legs lifted up to his shoulder. Pushing his weight down on you.

"Good job...that feels good, right?"

"Yes" you respond.

He's staring deep in to your eyes when you notice a smirk on his face.

"I feel like you're liking this more than you should," he says.

You were flustered amd dinst know what to say.

"Wel..uh..I mean, yeah."

He starts to rub your thigh up and down and pushes himself towards your area.

"Do you...wanna, take this further?" He asks.

You think for a bit before answering. "I do"

He smiles and continues. He pulls back of you and puts your legs back down. He then begins to take off his shirt and once he's done, lies back on top of you.

"Kiss me," he demands. And so you did. Your lips moving with each other's rhythms makes you feel like you're floating. He pulls away for a second just to continue again while taking off your leggings. It's a bit of a struggle, but now you're both in less clothing (including shoes).

He moves down from your lips to your chin and then your neck. He pulls up your top to kiss and message your breasts. You let out soft moans and run your fingers through his hair. He moves lower to your stomach and then your hips.

He then pulls your legs back up to your stomach and start to lick and suck on your clit. Making you moan out his name. His tongue is soft and warm.

He starts to flick his tongue faster and harder, making you unable to stop yourself from grinding yourself into his face. Which only makes you wanna cum faster. He flicks harder, and you grind faster. The tension builds up, and you feel yourself cumming all over his face.

"Ah fuck Namjoon" you yell out.

"Fuck, you're so wet" he says. U already came, but he can't stop licking.

"Ahhh stop, oh my god" you say, pulling his head up.

His lips are moist, and he giggles out. "sorryyy, you taste too good"

He comes back up to your face, and you guys begin to make out. You grab on to his hard back with one hand and rech down to his dick. You start to stroke him.

"Mmh, your hands feel so good." He bites his lips, pulls himself up, and takes his dick out. He grabs your hand and places it on his dick. Making you stroke it back and forth. He kept biting his lips and moaning out. "Oh fuck baby.." over and over again.

"Ah, I can't wait anymore, I need you." He places your thighs right on top of his. Missionary position.

He positions his cock right at your entrens and start to push himself in.

"Oh fuck, yes" You moan out.

He pushes himself into you and starts to go in and out. Until he's pounding you on the floor. You both become moaning messes. Sweating and panting.

"You feel amazing" He moans out.

"Please fuck me" you moan out.

He ges faster and harder. He's so much bigger than you. Making you feel vulnerable underneath him. He continues to pound you harder and faster by the pound. The sound of both your skins smacking against each other echo's trhiugh the gym room.

"Baby I'm gonna cum" he says.

"Me too"

You can feel yourself climaxing onto his dick. Your muscles contracting onto his. It feels so good you could scream. He bucks his hips for a couple more seconds before cumming. He pulls out and you can feel his hot sperm land on your stomach.

He continues to jerk off his dick releasing the last couple drops on you.

You both catch your breath before he says, "That was amazing"

"It really was." You kiss him.

"Come to dinner with me?" He asks.

"Of course," you respond.

You both get in the shower and yk.

After, you both go home, just to meet each other that night again at a very fancy restaurant.

♡The rest is history♡

[Hello Armyyy, this is a smutt of a different member, I usually make Jungkook smutt bit wanted to see how people respond to different memebrs. Though, this one was a bit rushed so it might not be as good as "New Years Fuck" or "Before you go" still I appreciate anyone who supports me. Lots of love!♡]

[magicshopaholic]

Moving On (Namjoon x OC)

Summary: BTS performs in Amsterdam and Namjoon invites you to the afterparty.

Pairing: Namjoon x OC

Genre: Angst, smut

Word count: 8.2K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, angst, sex, nudity, making out, fingering, cumming, arguing,

A/N: Takes place a little over a month after Final Destination.

Tagging: @bbl32, @quarter-life-crisis2,  @margopinkerton, @faearchives,  @whoisbts, @purpleseoul7, @sumzysworld, @kflixnet (if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk)

Listen to: "where does the good go" by tegan and sara

namjoon masterlist | main masterlist

Joon [13:45] Did you get the email from Big Hit?

Kaya [13:50] Yes

Joon [13:51] The number at the end is their London office. They’ve been briefed already and have additional security available for all European locations.

Kaya [13:54] Okay

There’s a break in the chat here. Kaya stares at the time stamp, trying to picture him scrambling to find something else to say.

Joon [14:15] The company managed to track down the account that uploaded the video. Account has been taken down and they’ve sued for invasion of privacy.

Kaya [14:20] Okay 

Joon [14:22] They’ve also offered to add damages to the suit, in case we want that. Do you?

Kaya [14:25] Not really

Joon [14:26] Okay then

Another break. Kaya scans the time stamps again, even though she’s memorised it by now. She remembers the three dots indicating him typing, seeing them appear and disappear over and over again. 

Joon [14:40] How are you?

Kaya [14:45] Fine

Joon [14:46] How‘s work?

Kaya [14:48] Fine

Joon [14:50] Kaya I’m trying

Kaya [14:51] Class starting, got to go

He hadn’t responded and she hadn’t expected him to. Four days post break-up hadn’t been nearly long enough for her to let go of her anger but now, four weeks in, it’s only been replaced with an equal amount of sadness and longing.

Every conversation has been exactly this terse and abrupt, the last one being a week ago. It had appeared when she’d been teaching an elective class and it had taken every ounce of her will to not check it until the class ended. As it turned out, she couldn’t even think of a decent response to it.

“How can he possibly think of asking me this?” Kaya mutters, earphones in as she walks home. It’s dusk, a gorgeous time of the day, but she holds no appreciation for it right now.

“Wouldn’t it be worse if he didn’t ask?” Dilara asks reasonably. She’s in her car by the sound of it, a low hum audible of whichever fancy car of hers she’s decided to take out today.

Kaya swallows, pondering this. It might be, but it doesn’t address the problem she’s too embarrassed to voice out loud: it should be harder for him to ask. The thought that he might not be taking this break-up as hard as she is kills something inside of her, as if she’d misunderstood everything in the last three years. 

Her strategy to save herself from hearing the truth had been to distance herself from everyone, including Yoongi, who had texted her out of the blue one day to ask her if she was okay (she hadn’t responded); Seokjin, who seemed to skirt the topic altogether and sounded as though he was speaking to someone very sick; and especially Dilara, who Kaya knew would be the only one with the capacity to ask insightful questions that she herself was too afraid to.

“It’s just… strange,” is all she can manage. “He hopped on a flight, shot a few emails, came over and broke up with me and then went right back to his schedule, all in one day. And now he's inviting me to a party?"

“After-party, so it won’t be, like… crazy,” Dilara clarifies. “And the concert before it.” 

“I’m definitely not going to his concert.”

“Of course not,” she agrees breezily. “I wouldn’t expect you to. But the party… I mean, it’s a good thing, isn’t it? He doesn’t want you to be strangers.”

Kaya slows down as she approaches the river. She’s taken the long route home today - anything to prolong the commute before another night in her tainted apartment with memories on every surface.

“I don’t know if I want to see him.” I don’t know if I can. “He wants to see me, though, apparently,” she states after a moment.

Dilara doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. “I mean -“ She begins before pausing, then trying again. “I’m sure it’s going to be torture for him to see you. But even that’s better than not seeing you.”

Kaya doesn’t even realise she’d been holding her breath; she exhales as slowly as possible so as to not make a sound, both at Dilara’s words as well as her answering the unasked question.

She doesn’t respond immediately, though. Now that they’re down this route of addressing concerns she’s been harbouring in her heart for weeks, Kaya feels the rest of them on the verge of tumbling out of her mouth.

"You've seen him a bit these last couple of months,” she ventures, lowering her voice and leaning backwards against the railing overlooking the river. “Does it seem like he misses me at all?"

Dilara hums, a little too knowingly for Kaya’s liking. “Of course, he does. He’s not the most expressive when it comes to his feelings but aside from Tae last year, I don't think I've met a more miserable person."

Kaya waits for the swell of happiness or relief at this news, but all it brings with it is a new wave of anger and frustration.

“Thanks.”

"Look, speaking from experience, it's not easy seeing your ex after a difficult break-up,” says Dilara, sighing. “But sometimes you don't realise just how much you needed to see them until you see them, even if it's just to gain some closure."

Closure. It sounds… final. Kaya can’t picture it, being virtual strangers eventually, just bits of each other’s past. Ex-boyfriend, girl of his dreams, the one that got away. She hates all those words because they just don’t apply, not really. They can’t.

She closes her eyes and presses the heel of her palms into them to intercept the wetness forming, not caring that Dilara is still on the other end of the line. She and Namjoon had stood right here, years ago, living in the bliss of a new couple in fresh love. He’d brought her a bunch of tiny yellow flowers from the park, part-cheesy and part-genuine, eyes twinkling and dimples soft.

Kaya squeezes her eyes shut at the memory, terrified at how the edges of it are already blurring. 

“I don’t think I’ll go,” she murmurs, opening her eyes to stare at the ground. “I can’t.” 

“Are you sure?” Dilara sounds slightly surprised.

“Yeah. Two days from now is… it’s too soon. I’ll either cry or yell or… I don’t know. It’s too hard.”

“Oh.” She’s quiet for a few seconds. “Okay. If you’re sure. Let me know if you want to get together on Sunday,” she adds. “Brunch or something.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

—

The next day, Kaya is in the library again, grading papers and wishing she could go back to being a grad student who’s biggest problem was a pop quiz. She’s deliberately chosen a table at the back, away from where the students generally sit, which is why she looks up in surprise when someone comes to her table.

“H-hi, Kaya.” The student waves rests one hand on the back of an empty hair and waves hesitantly with the other.

“Um… hi.” Kaya tries not to frown too conspicuously, for she’s sure she knows this girl. 

Svetlana. Savannah. 

“Elena, right?”

“Yeah,” she answers with a nervous smile. “Um… are you busy?”

Kaya glances at the stacks of papers, books and laptop on the table. “Kind of, yeah.”

“Okay. Well… I just wanted to say hi.”

Kaya nods awkwardly and forces a small smile on her face. “Hi.”

Elena nods, tucking her hair behind her ears. She looks like she’s about to leave but at the last moment, sits down at the table. Kaya feels her smile fade for she really, really wants to be alone right now.

“How - how are things going?” She sounds nervous - extremely so. She seems to be fidgeting slightly and constantly touching her hair. 

“Great,” says Kaya shortly, going back to her paper and hoping she’ll take the hint. “You?”

“Not bad, overall. I guess. Classes are hard and mid-terms are coming up as well…” Elena trails off. “Any plans for the weekend?”

Trying not to sigh, Kaya shakes her head. “Not really. You?”

“Well… I’m going to a concert tomorrow,” she answers hurriedly, and it’s clear that she’s been waiting to divulge this information, oblivious to how Kaya’s heart stops. “It should be fun. Do - do you listen to BTS?”

An unexpected notification from this morning floats into her kind. BTS continues their Europe leg by arriving in Amsterdam, ready to kick off the summer in style!

“No,” she answers truthfully.

“Oh.” Elena is quiet for a moment. “They’re really… good.” 

There’s some awkward silence during which Kaya deliberately writes comments on the paper she’s grading, scratching the pen on the paper and wishing Elena would leave.

“It’ll be good to get out of campus. The people here are kind of intimidating. The parties are pretty wild, too,” she murmurs after a moment, sounding uncomfortable.

Kaya nods absently, uncharacteristically satisfied with the knowledge that she might be intimidating this unwanted guest. “Maybe you’re going to the wrong parties,” she offers.

Elena lets out a nervous laugh again. “Maybe. I never see you at them, though. There’s one, tonight, in the common room. Maybe you could come,” she suggests lightly. “Bring a friend or - or your boyfriend.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she answers flatly, not looking up.

“You - oh.” There’s a note of surprise in her voice. “Oh,” she repeats, this time seemingly to herself. “Are you sure?” she blurts out.

Kaya’s eyes snap up to glare at her. “Pretty sure.”

Elena’s eyes widen. “Oh, of - of course,” she stutters. “Sorry, that - that was a stupid question. Sorry.” She swallows and looks at her lap.

Kaya closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, immediately feeling guilty for snapping at an innocent bystander in this situation. “Elena, I… I really need to get these papers done,” she tells her, her voice one of forced calm. “So…”

The blonde finally seems to understand and awkwardly stands up. “Okay. Um, see you around,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear again. 

Kaya nods as she leaves, Namjoon’s invitation swimming in her mind tantalisingly. She can’t ignore it anymore, the fact that they’re in the same city, her city. If she’s not wrong, he’ll do the concert tomorrow night, the group will probably stay the night and depart by Sunday afternoon or evening and she will probably never see him again.

She attempts to continue grading the paper she was working on when Elena interrupted, but when she finds herself reading the same stupid sentence for the fourth time without retaining anything, she begins packing up, ready to head home.

—

Joon [18:42] Hope to see you there tonight

Kaya, with a loss as to how to respond to this, simply did not. She can’t imagine he would be texting her during his concert, but she also knows he has before, if the situation was urgent enough to demand it. 

She straightens the black dress against her hips and tilts her head at her reflection. It’s a simple dress, plain black, form-fitting and reaching below her knees, but it’s quite possibly the most gorgeous, sexiest dress she owns. 

If she and Namjoon were together, she would have worn it tonight with no hesitation because it would have driven him insane. After weeks of being apart, seeing her in this dress would have rendered him incapable of staying in work mode without dirty texts, flirty touches and eyes from across the room undressing her. Even now, with a bare face, her hair tied into a loose bun and no footwear, the dress is a game-changer.

She gives herself a few moments to imagine this paradise, one that might have come true tonight had she never told him about the break-in. Then, she silently unzips the dress and climbs out of the black fabric pooled around her feet. Tucking it back into her closet, she looks for something else.

Dilara [18:50] In case you change your mind, sharing the location here [Location]

Dilara’s text had come minutes after Namjoon’s, and Kaya has to imagine it was a genuine coincidence. Although she’d replied to neither, it was the second text that caused her to change her mind - that, and the lingering fear that if she didn’t go today, she didn’t know how either of them would be able to maneuver a situation to see each other again.

The concert should end in a little over an hour. Her phone pings again and she groans, for she doesn’t think she can take any more of their unsubtle attempts at convincing her to go tonight. It’s not Namjoon or Dilara, though, but Adam Fischer, her thirty-something thesis advisor, asking if she wants to discuss the coming week’s class schedule tonight.

Kaya shakes her head as she types out a reply (Sorry, I can’t tonight. Will set up a meeting for first thing Monday if that’s okay?), a little rueful. Namjoon heavily disliked Adam, despite having no concrete reason for doing so. He’d always suspected Adam of having feelings for her, even though Adam hadn’t said or done anything to make her think he might. Part of her wonders if she could somehow ditch the party for this meeting and still make sure that the news travelled to Namjoon through the grapevine (Dilara), and if that would still piss him off even now.

She immediately cringes at the pettiness of it, however, sending her reply to Adam and heading into the shower.

The party is at the rooftop restaurant of the hotel next to the concert venue, and presumably where BTS is staying while in Amsterdam. It isn’t as crowded as she was anticipating, although the music is fairly loud. It looks more like a fancy houseparty, and even a few seconds in, Kaya can spot a handful of vaguely famous people in attendance. She looks around for a familiar face, preferably Dilara or Yoongi or one of the younger boys, wishing she’d called ahead and trying not to think about the fact that in spite of not RSVP-ing, her name was on the guest list.

She takes another hesitant step in and audibly sighs when she spots Taehyung, who, for reasons best known to himself, has accessorised his outfit with an ascot. He seems to be in an animated conversation with Jungkook, while standing in between them and facing ahead, with loose curls tumbling down her shoulders and looking slightly bored, is…

“Kaya!”

Dilara’s mouth forms her name over the music as she brushes past her boyfriend and his friend and hurries towards Kaya, looking both happy and relieved to see her. “You look hot!” she exclaims when she reaches her.

“Oh -” Kaya looks down self-consciously; she’d settled for a straight strapless top and jeans, unable to justify dressing sexier without seeming like she was trying too hard for her ex-boyfriend. “Thanks. And you look…” She frowns slightly at Dilara’s mini-dress and go-go boots, with a slightly out-of-place gold ring hanging around her neck. “... like Daphne Blake.”

Dilara’s face visibly falls. “I look like a cartoon character?” she asks, wrinkling her nose.

“Well, a very pretty cartoon character,” she adds quickly. “Especially with the headband. But… why?”

She rolls her eyes. “Taehyung picked it - but I’m sure it’s not because of Daphne Blake.” Spotting Kaya’s confused expression, she shrugs sheepishly. “We got into an argument yesterday about who has better taste, so we decided to go shopping at The Nine Streets and pick each other’s outfits for tonight.”

Kaya raises her eyebrows, something seemingly clicking into place. “So the ascot is your doing?”

“M-hm.” She nods in satisfaction before her eyes widen. “Oh, hey! An ascot - like Fred!” She lets out a low whistle at this realisation and laughs, while Kaya nods knowingly, feeling the urge to smile for the first time in what feels like weeks. “Not planned but zero regrets. I wonder if Tae knows that - oh.”

Kaya cuts her off mid-sentence with a hug, suddenly immensely grateful for Dilara. She can’t remember the last time she’d let anyone into her life this much with the exception of Namjoon; but just maybe, when she’d been happy with him and her guard had been lowered, Dilara had slipped in without warning as well.

She tightens her arms around Kaya and rubs her back. “It’s good to see you, too,” she says, sounding part-surprised and part-delighted. “It’s been a while but I promise that we will still - oh, hey.” The change in tone is abrupt. “Incoming.”

By the way her voice immediately lowers, Kaya is sure she knows what Dilara is referring to. Her heart beating a mile a minute, she pulls away from the hug and turns as casually as she can.

Her first thought is that he looks thinner - visibly so. Well, he’s on tour, says a voice in her head but Kaya suspects that’s not the only reason, for he’d been on tour when he’d broken up with her as well.

His hair is a silvery blond, looking almost metallic; dressed simply in a black T-shirt and  jeans, he runs a hand through his hair so it falls gracefully around his face as he approaches her, his face unreadable.

“Hi,” he says, and it sounds like all the breath has been let out of him with just one word. He swallows and straightens his shoulders, a small smile appearing on his face, the dimple faintly visible. “It’s good to see you, Kaya.”

Kaya nods, unable to speak and overcome with a sudden urge to cry. “You, too,” she murmurs, glancing at the floor and blinking rapidly before looking back up at him, a bit defiantly.

“I’m glad you decided to come.”

She nods again, her chest twisting at how normal he sounds. He’s standing far away from her as well, as though to make it clear in every way possible that they’re not together. 

“Hope you had a good concert,” she ventures, recalling the grad student who’d accosted her yesterday, practically beside herself at attending a BTS concert. “Backstage must have been hectic.”

A flicker of something appears in his eyes for a moment, possibly with memories of backstage. Wishes of luck, last minute hugs, sweaty and passionate kisses fueled by adrenaline. But it disappears instantly and Kaya wonders if she imagined it.

“It was,” he answers, nodding. He slides his hands into his pockets smoothly, leaning back on his heels and his smile widening a little. “But worth it as always. The crew did well.”

Kaya doesn’t even bother nodding this time; all of a sudden, she regrets coming here tonight. Dilara has left, she just realises, and Namjoon is acting like they’re acquaintances at best, making her feel stupid and yet immensely grateful that she didn’t wear the sexy black dress.

At that moment, his eyes flicker to something behind her. “I’m sorry, I just need to go and say hi to a couple of people. But enjoy your night. It’s an open bar,” he adds, smiling and nodding politely before brushing past her and walking away.

Kaya doesn’t move; she doesn’t think she can. Something heavy feels like it’s settled on her chest, the weight of confusion, disbelief and crushing disappointment threatening to suffocate her. She has no idea what she’d been expecting; maybe arguing, fighting, crying together again - but not him not caring. Not this.

Namjoon continues walking in the opposite direction for as long as he can keep Kaya in his peripheral vision, both guilty and relieved when she doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t think he can look her in the eye if she does, witness the pain and hurt in her face that close.

He catches Seokjin’s eye and hurries over to him. Seokjin raises his eyebrows and seems to guess what might have transpired, ushering him over to the other end of the circular bar and out of Kaya’s line of sight.

“How did it go?”

Namjoon rests his palms on the bar and shakes his head, no words coming to him at the moment and feeling like he could throw up. He can’t fathom how he did it, how he stood there before her and didn’t immediately pull her to him, or break down and ask her to forgive him for doing the only thing he knew to do.

“Drink this.” Seokjin slides a glass to him and Namjoon takes it without hesitation, taking a huge gulp and waiting for it to sting his sinuses. 

“This is water,” he states hoarsely, frowning at the glass.

“Cold water,” corrects Seokjin. “It’ll help clear your head.”

Namjoon takes another sip and places the glass down, dropping his head into his hands. “I can’t do this. How do I tell her I can’t do this? How do I ask her to -“ But he breaks off here, his mind swimming with the sight of her bare shoulders and exposed collarbones, imagining how they would feel if he held her.

“Okay.” Seokjin exhales through his nose and pauses. “Look, I have to ask. You’ve seen the state she is in. And you’re…” He struggles for a moment “...like this. Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to ask her to get back -“

“No.” The answer is instant, although it’s partly a habit by now. As he does every time his mind tries to convince him otherwise, Namjoon forces the memory of her phone call to the forefront of his mind, the fear in her voice and  devastation on her face when he’d entered her apartment.

“But maybe this is -“

“No.” 

Seokjin is silent and Namjoon can tell that he doesn’t approve. Please don’t ask me again, hyung. He doesn’t know if he did the right thing by inviting her but he couldn’t imagine not doing it either, not being right here in her city, knowing she was so close that he could almost smell the coconut and vanilla in the air and still not see her in the flesh.

“If you’re sure,” says Seokjin at last. “If you are, then I guess you did well. Just… just be normal around her. Keep a normal distance, talk about normal things and…” He half-shrugs, sounding uncertain. “She’s smart. She’ll understand. If you’re sure you want to do this, then… she’ll get it.”

Normal. Namjoon knows what he means, but he wants to tell him that none of this is normal. Not touching her, not being honest with her, not being with her - none of it is normal. 

“She’s talking to Yoongi right now,” he adds, and Namjoon turns to see them near the stairs to the top floor. Kaya’s back is to him, her head lowered slightly and her thumbs hooked onto the back pockets of her jeans, the material hugging her hips and curving down her backside… He swallows and looks away.

“This is your chance,” says Seokjin. “Go and mingle. Let her see you moving on - even if you actually aren’t,” he clarifies quickly. “It won’t be pleasant but it might encourage her to do the same.”

Namjoon isn’t sure of the wisdom of this strategy but ever since the cause of his break-up had been revealed to the older members (and surely to Taehyung at least, by Dilara), he’d almost been relieved that he wouldn’t have to make every decision on his own.

He tries his best to navigate the party after that, making empty conversation with guests, using every bit of remaining energy and willpower to plaster a smile on his face. All the while, part of his attention is constantly on Kaya, registering her familiar figure alone at the bar as she nurses a beer, sometimes with Dilara. 

Be normal. Seokjin’s words start holding less and less meaning with every passing minute, especially when he spots Kaya having finished her drink and he’s struck with the sudden fear that she will leave the party. In an effort to be as normal as he can, Namjoon heads over to the bar where she’s scanning the life-size menu half-heartedly, arms folded across her chest.

“Like anything?” he asks humbly. Long Island Iced Tea or a Mai Tai - depends on the flavours. His heart jolts when she shoots him a doubtful look and doesn’t answer, almost as if she’s wary of talking to him. She leans over the bar and gives the bartender a smile that makes his heart drop, especially when he grins back.

“Komt de mai tai in mango?” she asks, half-pouting when he shakes his head. “Een biertje, alsjeblieft,” she says finally, taking her second beer and turning away from the bar.

Namjoon doesn’t remember ever feeling this distant from her. “I’m glad you came tonight,” he tries again, choosing to look at her even though she’s facing away.

Kaya nods, pursing her lips and looking ahead. “Yeah, you said that already.” But her voice trembles ever so slightly, or maybe he just knows her so well that he’s sure it’s not a case of her not wanting to look at him - she can’t look at him.

It’s all on him now. He started this; if there is any hope of them still staying in each other’s lives, it’s down to him to make it happen. 

“How’s your dissertation going?” he asks, hoping her work is a topic she might open up on.

She shrugs after a moment. “Off schedule,” she answers shortly. “A lot of variables hanging in the air.”

“Did you get into the research project you’d applied for?”

It’s momentary but it appears: the corner of her mouth tilts upwards. “Yeah,” she admits, finally looking at him, albeit hesitantly. “Guess I’ll have a lot more time to focus on it now,” she murmurs, the hint of a smile fading.

Namjoon’s heart sinks. She’s so angry with him; it’s palpable and not something he has ever been on the receiving end of. Her hand hangs by her side; his own itches to link his fingers with his, maybe tug her to him or lead her out of this stupid party where he can plead for her to just look at him.

“Well,” he says, then pauses. “I’m glad you could get the time off tonight. Must have been hard.”

“M-hm, not really.” She shakes her head. “Adam wanted to meet but I’ll probably catch up with him later,” she adds nonchalantly.

Namjoon nods, his hand tightening around his glass. He can’t tell if she’s trying to provoke him, for they do work closely; close enough that Adam’s intentions have always been a point of disagreement for them. He’d never been able to explain to her just how much he hated the way her advisor looked at her when she didn’t notice, how his hugs always lingered a moment too long or how he insisted on calling her late in the evenings to discuss work.

He’s distracted momentarily by Jungkook, who approaches them while bopping effortlessly to the music and stops in between them, turning to face in the same direction as Namjoon and Kaya. He’s definitely tipsy; the smile on his face is too big and he doesn’t seem to be reading the room at all.

“Dilara is a really good dancer, isn’t she?” he says loudly in English to no one in particular. Namjoon frowns and follows his gaze to see Dilara, Taehyung and Hoseok dancing, before turning back to look at Jungkook. On his other side, Kaya is also frowning at him, tilting her head curiously. Their eyes meet and she raises her eyebrows slightly.

Namjoon fights a smile as Kaya half-chuckles and looks away, his heart twisting with longing at how much he misses her. She looks so incredibly beautiful; his eyes sting when he realises that there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it.

“I’m gonna -“ He gestures vaguely and walks away in the opposite direction, desperate to be anywhere but around her before his resolve breaks.

The next half hour is a flurry of faces; Namjoon distracts himself with every single individual at the party, making small talk and exchanging unfunny jokes and hyper aware of Kaya occasionally glancing at him.

He knows, because he’s watching her, too, doing his best to make sure she doesn’t see him looking. He can’t even help it; it’s almost muscle memory at this point.

“Who are you looking at?” The woman he’s talking to asks him point-blank.

Namjoon flushes, realising he’d been staring at Kaya over her shoulder while she’d been speaking.

“No one,” he answers quickly. “Sorry.”

The twenty-something woman frowns curiously. “Are you sure? I’m not offended.”

“It’s… nothing.” He shakes his head and looks at the floor. 

“Ex-girlfriend?”

Ex. Not trusting himself to speak, Namjoon nods. 

“Hm.” She hums, somewhat sympathetically. “Bad break-up?”

“Pretty bad.”

“I’m sorry,” she says after a moment. “It’s never easy to be around an ex if it hasn’t ended well.”

“Yeah, well,” he says, desperate to change the topic. “All part of the process, right?”

“Right,” she says encouragingly. “Plus, once you’re past this phase, the one where you constantly want to die, you can begin the drink and eat and hook up as much as you want stage with no judgement.”

He chuckles politely, the prospect sounding horrendous. “Thanks. Feels good to laugh for real.”

She smiles wider and, before he knows it, leans forward and presses a kiss against his lips.

It takes Namjoon a couple of seconds of pure shock before he jumps backwards. “Whoa. What -“ His heart races uncomfortably. “What was that?”

“Sorry,” she says slowly, looking a little confused. “I thought… you wanted to make your ex jealous. Isn’t that where you were going with this?”

“No,” he clarifies immediately. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t want to - no.” In the midst of his minor crisis, he notes how the woman looks almost mortified.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to -”

“It’s fine,” he cuts her off, suddenly feeling horribly guilty. He looks up out of habit and sees, unmistakably, Kaya leaving the restaurant, her long dark hair and the shimmery dark blue of her top disappearing out the door.

—

The night has gotten chillier in the last couple of hours and the cool wind hits her bare shoulders the moment she steps out, but Kaya barely feels it. She’s not thinking right now; thinking is what’s got them here, thinking about everything and overthinking to the point of fleeing a restaurant.

“Kaya!” 

Her feet increase their pace automatically the same time her stomach flips, but he’s taller and faster and he reaches her before she can even reach the elevator.

“Kaya,” he repeats hurriedly, reaching and grabbing her elbow. “Wait, please. I’m sorry -”

“Why did you even invite me here?” she asks, cutting him off and turning around to face him. She’s so tired; she didn’t think break-ups could be this exhausting. “You’ve barely said anything to me. Was it to show me in person how you’re moving on? Because if that’s the case, then… message received.”

Namjoon shakes his head immediately; he looks exhausted as well, and Kaya is once again struck by how much thinner he is, overcome with a mixture of empathy and frustration at him. 

“That was not - I didn’t plan that,” he says, sighing. “I don’t even know who she is. She kissed me and it wasn’t… come on, does it look like I’m moving on?” he asks, raising his arms helplessly.

Kaya stares at him and then sighs, shaking her head. “Why did you invite me here?” she asks again, less defensive this time.

“Because I wanted to see you,” he says at once.

She stares at him. “Well, you’ve seen me,” she says, sniffing. “Can I go now?”

“Kaya…”

“What?”

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, looking lost for words. “Please don’t -“ He breaks off abruptly before taking a step closer to her, his height both large and comforting. “I don’t want you to be sad. I’m sorry.”

Too late. “You’re not supposed to care how I feel. Not anymore.”

He lets out a humourless chuckle. “What?”

“We’re over.” She can hear the tremble in her voice as she crosses her arms across her chest again. “You said it yourself. You’re not supposed to care how I feel.”

“Really?” He narrows his eyes at her. “You think this break-up had anything to do with how I feel about you? You know as I do that it didn’t.” When she doesn’t answer, he sighs. “I did this because I care.”

“If you say so.”

He pokes his tongue into his cheek. “Are you deliberately trying to provoke me or something?”

“Provoke you into what?” she blurts out. “What - what is that you want, exactly? What do you want us to do? Just circle around in each other’s orbits for the rest of our lives, while still being - while still feeling the way we do?” she asks, avoiding her almost-slip of tongue. “We’re just supposed to stay not be together and still stay in each other’s lives? What - what do you want?”

Namjoon opens his mouth but falls silent; it’s clear he hasn’t thought that far ahead - or he can’t say it out loud. “I want…” He begins, before pausing and starting again. “I want… you to be happy,” he says eventually. “And safe.” 

She scoffs and he bristles. 

“I’m serious. I -” He breaks off when someone exits the restaurant, his gaze following them until they’re out of sight before he turns back to her. “This is hard for me, too, you know? Why is it so hard for you to believe I might want you to be happy?”

Kaya exhales but doesn’t answer, because it isn’t hard to believe, not even a little bit. It’s unfortunately the most believable thing he’s ever said to her which means she can’t even fight it.

“How?” she asks finally. “By moving on, like you were pretending to do?”

Namjoon bites his lip and his eyes glaze over, and she knows he’s picturing it. His eyes fall to the floor but he nods slowly anyway. “Yeah, I guess. As long as I don’t have to watch it,” he adds in a mutter.

It’s really over. Kaya feels her eyes well up. “Fine,” she answers quietly. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go find someone to move on with tonight.” She turns to leave but feels him stop her again. “What?” she snarls.

“Kaya, I -” The lift opens and a handful of people tumble out, holding merchandise and talking loudly. Namjoon’s eyes widen and he immediately grabs her arms and walks her back into a corner, just as the group turns into their corridor and towards the restaurant.

“What are you -”

But the second lift opens just then and they hear the sound of a second group of voices. Namjoon swears under his breath and pushes open a door behind her, walking her back further into the tiny dark room and letting the door swing shut behind him.

“What is wrong with -“

“It’s press,” he hisses, and she falls silent.

He peers out into the corridor through the small window in the door; there’s no light except for the bit through the window and from a skylight in the ceiling. Kaya can smell something vaguely citric that she decides is floor cleaner; they are in a janitor’s closet.

She and Namjoon are frozen in place, his hands still on her arms and hers on his torso to keep from losing her balance. It’s been a long time since they’ve been this close; it takes Kaya a few seconds to realise that the voices outside have disappeared, but he still hasn’t moved away.

Almost as if he’s subconsciously heard her, his thumbs stroke her arm once. The simple touch makes all the anger crumble away for a moment, especially now that it’s just them with the rest of the world shut outside. Kaya hesitates for a moment, then gently rests her forehead on his shoulder. Namjoon stiffens but a moment later, she feels his fingers tighten above her elbows, followed by him loosely enveloping her in his arms.

It seems cruel, almost, that the target of her anger and source of her comfort lie in the same person. It isn’t even a hug; it’s a moment of weakness at best, borne from his almost subconscious need to protect her. For the first time, Kaya wonders if she’s being unfair to him.

Resisting the temptation to wrap her arms around his waist, she steps away from him with difficulty, her back touching the wall. His arms fall from around her reluctantly, his expression resigned. It’s dark but she can see him more clearly than she has all night.

“This is a terrible idea,” she murmurs, echoing her words from a month ago. “The worst you’ve ever had.”

Namjoon exhales shakily but doesn’t argue. “I meant everything I said in that note,” he says, not even trying to hide the tremble in his voice anymore. “And I really do want you to be happy.”

The note. The one he’d kept on her bedside table when he’d left her apartment while she slept, the only thing of his that was left when she’d awoken, naked and alone. She’d only had the strength to read it once before she’d broken down and tucked it deep into her drawer, knowing the words would be etched in her memory.

“You know what will make me happy,” she whispers, looking at the ground. She feels him come closer to her, one hand hovering by her side as though unable to decide if she’d want her to touch him. 

He finally rests it lightly on her waist, moving it slightly upward as she looks up at him, her heart twisting at how he’s unable to meet her eyes. She places her hands on his face, thinking vaguely how much she misses seeing his dimple.

“Joon,” she whispers, waiting for him to nod once. “Look at me.”

Namjoon visibly swallows, gaze still fallen. “Kaya, I…”

“No,” she interrupts him. “Look at me.”

With what seems like an enormous effort, he meets her eyes. This is hard for me too, you know? 

She knows. Kaya strokes his cheekbones with her thumbs, her touch feather-light. “Kiss me,” she whispers. She touches her forehead to his and closes her eyes, hoping he’ll give in, for she can’t go further than this. 

His hand tightens around her waist, pressing her into the wall. Their lips brush momentarily and he shivers.

“Do it,” she urges, her voice barely audible now. “Kiss me.”

She feels his lips before she even registers him moving against her and she leans into it, feeling like she can breathe for the first time in weeks. Come back to me, she thinks desperately. Come back to where you belong.

It’s like he can hear her. Namjoon pulls away, one hand on the wall beside her face for support, the other holding her.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and it sends a jolt of anticipation through her heart. “I love you, Kaya,” he adds, voice full of emotion. Kaya nods, unable to speak, wishing he would meet her eyes. He moves his hands to her face and touches his forehead to hers again, swallowing.

Look at me.

But he doesn’t. “But you have no idea,” he continues, every word sounding like it's costing him effort, “how I felt when you called me that night. The things that went through my mind…” He sniffs, and Kaya’s heart sinks. “I can’t let that happen again baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

She can feel her face start to contort and she drops her hands from his shoulders, for she knows this part by heart. “Goodbye, Namjoon,” she mutters thickly, sliding out from between him and the wall. She pushes open the door and hurries out, leaving him behind.

—

When she hears the knock on her front door the next morning, Kaya is just about to step into the shower. She freezes and sighs, for she really, really needs this shower. She considers ignoring it but the knock sounds again and she groans, abandoning the activity of tying up her hair and letting it fall loose instead. 

Grabbing the old, threadbare robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, she pulls it around herself and shuffles to the front door. She peers through the peephole and her heart stops for a moment, but she steels herself and opens the door.

Namjoon stands before her, hands in his pockets and shoulders slightly hunched. “Hey. I just wanted to - oh, God,” he switches abruptly, his expression changing from vaguely apologetic to shocked, and he slips inside the apartment.

“What?” Kaya asks, taken off guard and stumbling backwards.

“You really opened the door wearing that?” he hisses, shutting the door behind him. “I could’ve been anyone!”

“I knew it was you,” she argues, tightening the belt around her waist and realising, for the first time, how short the robe is. But she isn’t about to admit that to him, especially not when he’s turned up unannounced and decided to begin his visit by berating her. She folds her arms across her chest. “What do you want, Namjoon?”

He hesitates, almost as though he’s just noticing how displeased she is. “Sorry,” he mutters, looking a bit ashamed. “I didn’t mean to… anyway,” he says quickly, wringing his hands and slipping them back in his pockets. “How are you?”

Kaya shrugs suspiciously. He looks remarkably different from where she’d left him last night, almost breaking down and apologising to her. Right now, he seems almost… calm. She can almost imagine that last night had been a slip-up of emotion, possibly due to tiredness and an open bar, whereas in the light of day, he’s back to being the responsible ex who’s fulfilling his obligations by checking up on her each day.

“I’m great.”

He nods after a moment, clearly not believing her. “Well, I came here because…” He sighs and a glimmer of last night’s emotion appears on his face. “I thought about what you said last night. And you were right.”

The jolt in her stomach is almost painful, but Kaya hangs on. If he was talking about what she thinks he is, he would be delivering it far more differently.

“We can’t keep doing this. I can’t expect you to keep doing this,” he adds. “Staying in this limbo, not knowing…” He bites his lip and lowers his gaze, removing his hands from his pockets. “You have every right to move on. I want you to - to be happy.”

Kaya licks her lips slowly. “This,” she says coldly, “could’ve been a text.”

“I didn’t want to leave things the way they were last night,” he tells her, his voice softer. “You’re, uh…” His voice breaks off for a moment. “You’re the love of my life. And we were together for a long time and I… I loved every moment of it. I just want to say goodbye the right way.”

Her throat hurts holding back the rush of emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. 

“Are you sure?” She can’t resist asking, in a whisper. When he nods and lowers his eyes, she feels the heavy, heavy anchor of acceptance settle in her stomach. 

Namjoon hesitantly reaches out with one hand but when she gives him a look, he nods and steps forward, and they meet in their last hug, three and a half years after their first last hug in her apartment.

Kaya hugs him tight, no longer caring about hiding how she feels. There isn’t enough time to try and memorise everything so she doesn’t even try; she just goes higher on her toes and presses her nose into his shoulder, revelling in his scent one last time.

Namjoon doesn’t seem to be doing much better. He’s holding her tight, so tight that it doesn’t seem like he’s ever intending on letting her go. His face is in her hair and his arms stroke her back in small movements, his go-to movement to comfort her since they met.

Just a few more seconds. The sensations increase now; the feel of his shoulders, his chest touching hers - and she’s suddenly conscious of the thin robe being the only thing separating her naked body from him.

At the same time, his hands move to her waist - out of habit, she knows, but she can’t help but be extremely aware of it. His hand stops just above the curve of her hips, quickly and abruptly. 

Her mouth feels dry, but her legs press together. Then, as though he can read her mind and the direction her thoughts are invariably leading in, against her hip, she can feel his body react.

She lets out a soft gasp and feels his body stiffen around her. This is goodbye, a voice reminds her, urging her brain to focus on the matter at hand. But it’s slipping - fading, almost, as a physical urge struggles for dominance. 

Her lips brush his neck as she pulls away - she has to pull away - but it doesn’t matter in the end because somewhere along the way his lips find hers and all thought disappears, replaced by touch, feel and hunger.

Namjoon sighs into her mouth like he’s breathing for the first time, pulling her close. Her robe starts to loosen and he tugs at the belt, groaning when his hands touch her bare skin.

“Fuck, are you really not wearing anything under this?” he murmurs, his voice so low and reverberating so deep inside her that she shivers.

The robe is off; it’s cool and sudden air, a moment where his hands fall from her waist and then their back but this time, it’s skin against skin. It’s lips and sighs and tight grips, the feel of denim, her fingers moving out of habit as they unbutton and unzip - and then there’s pride and relief when she feels his desire for her, still the same as ever, no matter his words.

There’s something solid against her back; somewhere, dimly, her mind registers that her dining table is rickety and has her laptop on it, and then she’s leaning forward and he’s behind her and his chest is against her back and he wants her just as much as he wants him.

“Are you -“

“I’m still on birth control,” she confirms tightly, the next moment feeling his fingers on her hips and then he’s inside her again, after so long. She could almost sob at how good it feels, how right, the lips on her shoulder and his scent and touch.

But it’s over too soon. She gasps and falls forward, her ears ringing and heart hurting at the same time as her heart races. He’s getting close, too; she tries to memorise it now, the exact moment, but then he pulls out. It’s sudden, the emptiness, but the next moment, she feels wetness on her back.

It takes around ten seconds, ten seconds when she’s frozen before she finally hears him sigh and take a step away. A moment later, she reaches across the table and pulls the tissue box towards her, reaching behind and wiping her back.

Kaya turns slightly to see him pulling on his T-shirt, jeans buttoned already. She picks up her robe and pulls it on hurriedly, suddenly not wanting to be naked for even another microsecond in front of him.

Something feels wrong. It’s not the first time he’s finished on her; he’s done it before, on explicit request and without, none of which ever made her feel… like this. Self-conscious. Bare.

Namjoon clears his throat. “I -“ He meets her eyes, still panting slightly. “I still want to… do this right,” he says, sounding almost formal. “Goodbye, Kaya.” 

He starts to take a step forward but pauses. “Maybe we shouldn’t hug,” he murmurs, offering her a small smile. Kaya watches as he hesitantly offers her a hand.

This is goodbye. Kaya can’t remember ever feeling this uncomfortable around him. The momentary loss of her sense of reason feels like it’s returned in full form, and she tightens the robe around her. She starts to reach for his hand but then stops.

“This is what you meant?” she asks quietly. “When you said you wanted to do it the right way? You wanted to see if you could squeeze in one last fuck before you closed this out like a business meeting?”

“What?” Namjoon’s eyes widen. “No! I didn’t - I didn’t want that to happen! I mean - you know that’s not what I meant,” he adds quickly. “I didn’t plan this. You and I both -“

“You planned our break-up and I had no idea,” she cuts him off, the shame and embarrassment creeping up her throat. “I really don’t know anymore.”

He scoffs, but his eyes flicker like he’s been stung. “Is that what you think of me? We were both here, Kaya. It wasn’t just me - you wanted this just as much as I -“

“I slept with Adam.” 

Namjoon freezes. He swallows and his eyes flicker again, rapidly this time. “You’re lying,” he whispers.

Kaya shrugs, holding his gaze with every last bit of willpower in her. “You were the one who told me to move on last night,” she reminds him, watching his expression crumble and doing nothing to stop it.

After what feels like several minutes, or maybe even hours, Namjoon nods slowly. Then, without another word, he turns around and opens the door, walking out of her life and shutting the door behind him.

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[linos-luna]

Lessons with Joon ❣️🥀

Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of childhood sexual trauma, guided masterbation, ddlg, thigh riding

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Living with childhood sexual trauma made it hard for you to do lots of things. One of those things was intimacy. You haven’t had sex with your boyfriend yet but you have rode his thigh and let him rub you over your panties for relief. Although it was still very scary.

One of the things that scare you most was masterbation. You’ve never done it and any time you’re about to touch yourself, you freak out.

But one night Namjoon noticed that you were incredibly needy and humping his leg while sleeping so he woke you up. When he learned that you’ve never touched yourself, he wanted to show you.

~~~~~~~~~

“This is just for when daddy’s not here okay?”

You nodded nervously while sitting up and pulling down your panties.

“Just relax.” He said while having you lean back against some pillows. “It’s supposed to be a good experience.

You nodded but still shaking a little.

Namjoon took your hand and had you light rub your inner thighs.

“Is that okay, babygirl?” He asked.

“Y-yes daddy…”

Namjoon kissed your cheek and moved your hand towards your cunt. It was already very wet.

Your heart was racing as it got closer and body getting more stiff.

“We’re going to touch now okay…?” He said while moving your fingers to rub your clit, making you whimper.

“Is this okay?”

Your eyes were closed and you only nodded, trying to keep tears in.

It was when he had you slowly insert a finger when you started to panic.

“D-daddy-….” You whimpered as some tears started to form.

“It’s okay, baby.” He said while starting to move your finger.

“No… no no no!” You started crying “Stop!”

“Baby—”

“Stop it daddy! Stop!” You cried out loud as Namjoon quickly let go of your hand.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Your boyfriend said while trying to calm you down. “It’s okay, baby…”

“No no! I cant! I can’t do it!” You continued sobbing while shaking your head.

Namjoon hugged you as you continued sobbing and rubbed your back.

“It’s okay. You did good. You did really good, babygirl…”

You only kept your face in his chest while holding on tight.

“Daddy… I-I can’t… I can’t do it…” you said while wiping some tears.

“That’s okay. You’re doing better.”

“B-but I want…”

“Just do what makes your comfortable��� you’ll be ready soon.”

Namjoon wiped your tears and you put your panties back on with a sigh.

“B-but I still… I still…”

“I got you.” Namjoon said with a smile as he lifted and placed you on his thigh.

“Go ahead.”

You nodded and grinded on his thigh. The thin silky material of your panties along with your neediness had you whining and moaning as Namjoon had you do all the work. He put his hands on your hips but not much else.

“D-daddy…” you moaned as your hips stuttered. “Daddy p-please—”

“Let go whenever you want, babygirl.” He said with a smile as you did so.

Coming left you exhausted and you slumped over.

“Time to sleep, princess.” Namjoon said with a chuckle. He removed your wet underwear and put on another pair before laying next to you. He rubbed your cheek as you passed out.

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This is based off my own fear since I have childhood sexual trauma… I’m actually terrified of intimacy and am not sure what I’d do in this situation…

If you’ve experienced childhood sexual trauma, I wanna let you know that it wasn’t your fault and to take as long as you need to heal.

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Chapter 03 - Texts

Chapter 04 - Outings

Chapter 05 - The Party

Chapter 06 - The Party Pt. 2

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namjoon talks u through it. which, like. duh. have you seen the man? but he does this thing where he balances praise and degradation masterfully - whispers things like how you’re a fucking slut but you’re HIS whore and how he wouldn’t have it any other way and how good you feel around his cock and…

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Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader x Namjoon

Word count- 7k

Includes- Getting caught, teaching sex, Jungkook is a virgin, blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, cock riding, multiple orgasms

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Jungkook POV

“Fuck”, I hear Joanne scream

She’s with Namjoon again

She’s always with him

I guess it makes sense

He’s her boyfriend

But they’re so loud and wild every time they have sex

And he always leaves his door almost half open

I lost count of how many times the guys or I have seen them both naked

They have like a kink where they like to be watched or caught having sex

They always have sex in public places too

And honestly it turns me on to see

She’s so fucking hot and she has a killer body

Just seeing her in so much pleasure and getting fucked good makes me horny

I want her

But I can’t have her

She’s Namjoon’s and he loves her more than anything

She loves him too, just as much as he loves her

They’re perfect together

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck her

I’m so attracted to her

She’s really nice, sweet and funny

And she treats Namjoon like he’s her everything

Which he is

I just want her so much

But the problem is I haven’t had sex yet

I’m 23 and I’ve never been with a girl

There’s just no time with how busy we always are

And I haven’t been lucky like Namjoon and some of the other guys who have girlfriends

It’s not that I haven’t found anyone

I have

She’s just taken

Of course I have to fall in love with a girl I can’t have

--------------------------------

I have to pass Namjoon’s room to get to mine

“Fuck baby girl, you feel fucking amazing”, Namjoon moans

“Mmmmm baby, you like when I fuck you hard?”

Jesus Christ

“Yeah”

“You’re lucky I love your cock”, she moans

Oh my god

As I pass by, I can’t help but look inside

Again, oh my god

She’s on top of Namjoon, bouncing on him

She’s covered in sweat and her breasts are bouncing hard from how hard she’s fucking him

She’s looking down at Namjoon, smirking and biting her lower lip

Good god she’s fucking sexy

I love her so much

She’s the girl I’m in love with, the girl I can’t have

I’d never take her from Namjoon

Ever

And it sucks I can’t be with her

There’s nothing I can do

I don’t know how long I’m standing there watching them, when she looks up and sees me in the doorway

She smirks at me and I get hard

Like instantly

“We have an audience Joonie”, she says seductively

Fuck me

He looks over at me and smirks too

“Wanna watch Jungkook?”, he asks

What?

I mean yeah I do but is he actually gonna let me?

“You want him to watch baby?”, he asks her, smirking

She bites her lip as she looks at me

“Yeah. I want Kookie to watch”, she answers

“C'mon Kookie”, she calls

I fucking can’t

This is insane

“Jungkook c'mon. She wants you to come in”, Namjoon says

“Yyy… you’re ok with this?”, I ask

“Yeah, I’m good with it”, he answers, “Close the door”

I walk inside his room, closing the door behind me

“Bring the computer chair here Kookie and sit”, she requests

I do as she asks

“C'mon baby. Ride me”, Namjoon tells her

She starts moving again

I watch her slide up and down him, his cock going in and out of her pussy

“Fuck”, I whisper

I’m so fucking hard, my cock is straining against my pants

“C'mon baby, Jungkook wants to see you cum”, he tells her

“Right?”, he asks me

I can’t speak, so I just nod

She nods and starts slamming herself harder on him, her hands behind her, leaning on his legs

“Yeah baby. You’re getting so tight. Almost baby”, Namjoon groans

I can’t believe I’m watching this

I see her body start shaking on top on Namjoon

“Fuck, fuck”, she screams, coming on him, “NAMJOON”

“Fuck baby, oh shit it feels so good”, he moans, his eyes closed and hands gripping her hips hard

The fucking pleasure on her face is insane

She’s even more goddamn gorgeous when she cums

Fuck, I want her to cum on me

When she finishes, she stops moving, just sitting on Namjoon, breathing hard

He sits up, pulling her to him in a kiss

When they break apart, she glances over at me

She giggles, “Kookie is hard”

Namjoon looks over at me, then he pulls her to him, whispering in her ear

She whispers back to him and he answers her in a whisper

What the hell are they talking about?

“You sure?”, she asks

“I’m sure baby”, he answers

“Ok”

Namjoon turns back to me

“Want a turn?”, he asks

I feel my eyes pop out of my head

Did her really just ask me if I want to have sex with his girlfriend?

“Wwww….what?”, I stammer

“Do you want to fuck her?”, he asks again

“Seriously? Sss….she wants that?”

I can’t wrap my head around it

“Yeah Kookie. If you want to”, she answers

Of course I want to

But I’ve never done this before

“Yyy….yes I want to bbbut, I’ve never uh….”, I trail off

“You never had sex before?”, she asks surprised

I shake my head

“Any kind? Not even oral or handjob?”

“No”, I answer

“I’ll teach you”, Namjoon says

WHAT? What the hell is going on?

“I’ll show you what to do and you just copy”

He’s offering to teach me how to fuck his girlfriend?

Is he high?

“Don’t look surprised Jungkook, we’ve had threesomes before”, he rolls his eyes

“You have?”, I squeak

“Yeah”, she answers

“With another guy?”

“Yeah with other guys. Girls too”, he answers

“Hhh…have you had any with the other members?”, I ask

“No, you’d be the first”, she answers, “And probably the only”

Again, holy shit

“But you don’t have to Kookie. I didn’t know you’ve never had sex before. If your saving it for the right girl or something like that, it’s cool”, she continues

She is the right girl

For me anyway

I want to lose my virginity to her

“Ok”, I nod

“Ok to what?”, Namjoon asks

“Ok to being with her”, I answer

He shrugs, “Ok then. But don’t touch me”

Is he kidding?

No fucking way

“I won’t. Don’t touch me”, I shoot back

“Not a problem”

Fine then

I can’t believe this is happening

He turns to her, “C'mon baby, off”

She climbs off and sits on the bed, while Namjoon puts his boxers on

He turns to me, “Get undressed but leave your boxers on”

I start to undress.

I’m aware that she’s is watching me

I take my shirt off and I hear her take a sharp breath, “Damn”

I smile to myself

She likes my body

Thank god

Once I’m undressed, Namjoon says to her, “Lay down baby and open you’re pretty legs for Kookie”

Fuck

She lays down and opens her legs wide

And I almost fall down

On my god

She’s fuck so wet already

Namjoon lays next to her and he points to her other side

I go next to her

Namjoon kisses her, “You gonna be a good girl baby and cum a lot for Kookie?”

I let out a whimper sound

“Yeah Joonie”

“Good girl”, he murmurs

“Kiss her Kookie”, Namjoon instructs

Fuck yes

I hover over her, looking down at her

She’s fucking beautiful

Her gorgeous eyes, amazing smile

“Kiss me Kookie”, she requests

I lean over, pressing my lips to hers

Oh god

Her kiss is amazing

She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body into mine

Fuck her skin feels so good against mine, so smooth and so fucking soft

I run my hand along my body, touching her

Her tongue slides in my mouth, feeling so good, her hand in the back of my hair, pulling

I fucking love it

“Enough”, Namjoon says

She lets go of me and I move back

“Watch”, Namjoon orders

He slides his hand down her body, touching her

He glides his finger up and down her pussy, making her moan

“She likes anything you do to her.”, he says

His fingers move up rubbing her clit

“Fuck”, she moans

“Anything makes her wet. Our girl loves sex, loves to cum. And I love making her”, her looks up at me, “And you will too”

Our girl?

He said she’s ours

That makes me happy although I know it’s just for right now

I watch him slide his fingers inside her and move rapidly in and out

Her body shakes from his fingers

“She likes when you fuck her with your fingers and play with her clit at the same time”

He puts his thumb on her clit and moves it as he finger fucks her

“Yes Joonie”, she cries

“Good girl”, he praises her

He leans down and sucks on her nipple

She yells louder, her hand going in his hair and pulling

This is making me so horny

Then he lets go and pulls his fingers out

“Joonie”, she whines

“You’re turn. Make her cum”, he orders

I gulp, but reach out to her

I’m so scared I can’t do it, can’t make her feel good, can’t please her

And I want to so much

I touch her, my fingers on her pussy, feeling how wet she is

“So wet”, I whisper, moving my hand to her clit

I start rubbing her there and she shivers

Oh fuck she likes it

“Put your fingers in her. Baby wants to cum”, Namjoon informs me

I nod and slide my fingers in her pussy

Holy shit

She’s so fucking wet and tight

I want to know how she’d feel on my cock

Her tight pussy sliding up and down me, getting me all wet

Fuck I want that so much

But I have to wait

It’s worth it

“Kookie”, she moans my name

I’ve never loved hearing my name as much as I have right now

I move my fingers, slowly at first, getting faster each time I slide back in her

Putting my thumb on her clit, I move on there too

Her body lifts from the bed, responding to me

It’s fucking amazing

“Kookie, it feels good”, she moans

I feel her throbbing on my fingers

“Suck her nipple. She’s almost there”, Namjoon says

Taking her nipple in my mouth I suck rapidly

“Kookie”, she yells, clenching my fingers as she orgasms

Fuck, fuck

I made her cum

Me

I watch her, pleasure all over her face

So fucking gorgeous

Her body falls against the bed when she’s done and I pull my fingers out, looking at her cum all over them

Namjoon puts his fingers in her, takes them out and puts them in his mouth

I feel my eyes widen, watching him

“She tastes really good. It’s all over your fingers. Taste her”, he suggests

I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them

“Fuck”, I whisper

“Like it?”, he asks

I nod, “She tastes fucking amazing. I fucking love it”

I do

She’s so fucking good

I’ve never tasted anything so good, so sweet

“You want more?”, Namjoon smirks

I nod

Fuck yes

“Get up”, he orders me as he stands

I stand up, watching him maneuver her, pulling her to the edge of the bed

“Now you’re gonna learn how to eat pussy”, he tells me, “Lucky for you I’m really good at it, so you’ll learn how to be good too”

“Right baby?”, he asks her

“Yeah baby”, she smirks, getting up on her elbows, “I love my Joonie’s tongue”

Jesus, I’ve never been this turned on in my life

“Open baby”, he says

She opens her legs again and I just stare at her

Her pussy is so pretty

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Watch”, Namjoon orders

He puts his tongue on her, then licks up

“Yes”, she shouts

“Baby loves getting her pussy licked. There’s a lot of ways to lick her. Use all your tongue”

He lays his flat on her and moves it, licking up her pussy again

“Use just the tip of your tongue”

He licks up and down with just the tip of his tongue

“You can swirl your tongue around her, go fast or slow, light or hard”

He demonstrates it all, while she moans and whimpers

“You can go inside too”

He slides his tongue in her, licks up and out, then dips back in

“She likes all of it. All of it makes her cum”, he says between licks, “But I’m going to show you how to make her cum good and hard”

“Ok”, I whisper

“I don’t know about other girls, but our girl loves when you play with her clit”

He licks her clit, making her shake, “Right baby girl?”

She bites her lip, nodding

“Again, you can lick her slow or fast, hard or soft, all tongue or just tip”

He demonstrates all to me

I gotta say, he is good at eating pussy from the way she’s going crazy

“But baby girl especially loves when you suck her clit”

I watch him put his mouth around her clit and suck

“NAMJOON!”, she screams

“Good girl”, he praises her

I watch him suck her clit hard, slow, fast and gently

He lets go of her clit, then looks at me

“Got it?”, he asks

“Yeah”

“Good”

He goes back to her pussy, sucking her clit

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”, he asks her

“Yes! Yes Joonie. Don’t stop baby”, she screams

Holy hell

I watch her body tremble, listen to her screams as she cums

Namjoon slides his tongue inside her, licking her cum and making her orgasm again

Shit, I didn’t know girls can cum right after the other

“My baby girl always tastes good”, he praises her, pulling away

Holy shit

"Go play Kookie”, he tells me, sitting next to her

“C'mon Kookie. I want to feel your wet tongue on me”, she requests

“Ok….baby”, I try out

She smiles at me, nodding

Kneeling in front of her, I put my hands on her thighs, laying my tongue on her

I swipe up, listening to her moan when I do

Fuck me

I start moving my tongue faster around her pussy

Fuck she tastes good

I love the way she feels on my tongue

So soft and wet

I swirl my tongue around her, then try the different ways Namjoon showed me how to lick her

I figure out that, right now anyway, she likes it fast and hard

“Play with her clit”, Namjoon says

Moving my tongue there, I slide up and down rapidly with the tip of my tongue

“Kookie, fuck, you’re so good with your tongue”, she cries

Yes!

Thank god she loves it

I was so worried I’d suck

I’ve never done this before

“Suck her clit”, Namjoon demands

“Yes Kookie please baby. Suck my clit. I want it so bad”, she pleads

Fuck

I pull her clit in my mouth and suck hard and faster

“Yes”, she shouts, “More Kookie, more”

I obey, giving her more

“I’m….I’m..”

“Cum in Kookie’s mouth baby”, Namjoon tells her, kissing her shoulder

“JUNGKOOK!”, she screams, her hips moving, fucking my face when she orgasms

Her cum hits my tongue and I’m hit with her fucking amazing taste again

I want more

Sliding my tongue in her, I lick it up, swallowing

“JUNGKOOK!”, she yells again, her pussy tightening on my tongue, her cum covering it when she orgasms again

I swallow, getting ready to move away, but she puts her hands in my hair, keeping me to her

“Again Kookie, please”, she begs, fucking my mouth

Oh god, she doesn’t want me to stop

I won’t

I continue to eat her out, tongue running all over her until she climaxes again

After, she lets go and I pull away

“Good baby?”, Namjoon asks

“Incredible”, she breathes, looking at me

“I need you baby”, Namjoon whispers

She nods

He pulls her up, positioning her on her hands and knees on the bed

Taking his boxers off, he slides his cock in her and starts fucking her

“Fuck”, she moans

“Stand up Kookie”, he commands

When I’m standing, he tells her, “Suck Kookie’s cock baby. He made you cum, now it’s your turn”

Oh fuck

A blow job from her

Yes please

She nods, then smiles at me

“Come here Kookie”

I move closer to her, letting her pull down my boxers

She giggles, “Aw baby’s so horny he’s leaking”

I look down and yeah I am leaking

“I’ll fix it”, she says, licking the cum from my head

She puts me in her mouth and starts sucking fast

Pleasure blasts through my body while I watch her

I can’t believe this is happening

She’s getting fucked from behind while she blows me

Never in a million years would I think this would happen

She puts her hand on my hip, pulling me closer, getting all of me in her mouth, sliding down her throat

I watch her amazed that she’s not gagging

She keeps sucking hard and fast, the pleasure so intense

“You like it Kookie?”, Namjoon asks, “Baby likes cock in her mouth. She’s so good at blow jobs”

“Yyyy…yeah….she is”, I whisper

She looks up at me and smiles

Fuck that’s hot

Moving back she sucks just on my head, her hand wrapping around my shaft, jerking me off while she sucks

“Fuck baby, you’re mouth is fucking amazing”, I moan

“Fuck Jo, you gonna cum baby? I feel you”, Namjoon moans

She nods

Oh god

I know if I see her cum, I’m going to too

She takes all of me in her mouth again, sucking fast

“Cum on my cock baby”, Namjoon orders

It’s like he has command over her body because after he says it, she cums, screaming on my cock, her arms shaking

I can’t handle it and the next suck has me shouting her name while I cum in her mouth

“Fuck JOANNE, fuck”

“Good girl. Swallow Kookie’s cum baby”

She swallows on my cock and it feels so good

She lets go and I move back, pulling my boxers up

Namjoon pulls out and stands moving in front of her

“Go ahead baby”, he tells her

She pulls him to her, his cock all in her mouth, blowing him too

“Good girl.”, he moans

“Go play with her”, Namjoon tells me, “You need to get hard again to fuck her later”

He’s right, I need to get hard again

I still want her and I want it to be good for her

She’s still on her hands and knees, so I lay down under her, pulling her to my mouth by her hips

I wrap my mouth around her clit and start sucking

Her legs tremble around my head and I hear her moaning

I can never get enough of how she responds to me

Running my tongue all over her pussy, I lay there fucking loving having her in my mouth

“Yes baby fuck”, Namjoon yells

I hear him kiss her, then move and sit in the computer chair

“Kookie”, she moans, turning me on

I can never un-hear the way she moans my name

“Please baby”, I plead

“Kookie, fuck”, she whimpers, coming

I hold her on my mouth as I lick everything she gives me

She moves off me laying on the bed next to me

She kisses my cheek and I turn to her kissing her lips

My heart soars when she kisses me back

“Baby, you ready for Kookie to fuck you?”, Namjoon asks

She lifts her head from me and nods, “Yeah”

“Go ahead Kookie”, Namjoon tells me, “Play around. You can go hard, fast, slow or soft. But you have to make her cum before you do, got it?”

I nod

“Start with the normal position with you on top of her. After she cums you can move her on her hands and knees or she can go on top of you”

“Ok”, I answer, so nervous

“Do you want to Kookie?”, she asks me

I run my fingers in her hair, nodding, “Yeah I want to”, I nod

She smiles and my breath leaves my body

“Come on top Kookie”, she says as she pulls my boxers down

I get them off and while I move, she lays on her back, with her legs open

I go on top of her, my cock right there

“Kiss me”, she requests

I lean down my lips on hers, tongue slipping in her mouth

Her hands run all over my body, making fire run through my skin everywhere her fingers touch

She moves her hand between us and aligns me right there

“Please”, she whispers, making me moan and nod

I slowly push inside, breathing hard from the feel of her

“Oh my god”, I whisper, feeling how tight and wet she is

Once I get all the way in, I have to stop for a second before I cum immediately

I lay my head on her, face in her neck while I shake and calm down

I feel her run her hand in my hair

“You feel so good Kookie. So hard and so big. So perfect for me”, she praises

Oh god, she has to stop or I’m going to cum right now

But I’m happy she likes how I feel

“Are you ok? Do you not like it?”, she asks

Is she insane?

“I love it Jo. You feel so fucking amazing baby. So tight and wet. I…I..just need a minute or I’m going to cum from how you feel”

She giggle

I fucking love that sound

“Ok baby.”, she answers, “I love feeling you too”

“Is he ok?”, Namjoon asks

“Yeah baby. He just needs a minute”, she answers

“Huh, he likes your pussy that much”

I feel her nod

“Well I love it too so I know what he feels”, her tells her

I don’t know if he feels exactly what I do

It’s not just sex, it’s being with her

It’s me being happy I’m with her

Once I get a grip over myself, I start to move, sliding in and out of her

Pleasure bursts all over my body, all my nerves on fire

“Fuck fuck fuck”, I moan

Starting slow, I go a little faster with each thrust

“Oh god”, she moans, pressing her body into mine, “Harder Kookie”

I obey and thrust harder, making her so much more wet

“Like it baby?”, Namjoon asks

“Yes. Yes I love it”, she cries, pleasure all over her face

I love that I’m making her feel so good

Giving her so much pleasure

She holds onto my body tightly while I move

“Jjjj…Joonie”, she calls

Joonie?

Why is she calling him?

My confidence takes a hit when she calls him

“Yeah baby?”

“Cccc….can he stay?”, she asks

What?

“What?”, he asks

“I…I love Kookie inside me. I don’t want him to leave. Can he stay? Please?”, she moans

Holy shit

She wants me and she’s asking her boyfriend if she can still have me in her

My mind is fucking blown and my confidence just hit the roof

“Yeah baby, it’s ok with me.”, he answers, “But you have to ask Kookie”

“Kookie please stay. Don’t leave”, she pleads, “Please”

God I love her

“I won’t baby. I promise. I’ll stay as long as you want me to”, I assure her

She nods, “I want you. So much Kookie”

She makes me so happy

These are all the things I’ve always wanted to hear from her

I wish she was mine

“Kookie, more”

I feel her throbbing on my cock and it feels incredible

“Cum baby.”, I moan, “I want to feel you”

Just like she did with Namjoon, her body listens to me when I ask her to cum

Her pussy grips my cock so tightly, keeping me in, while she cums all over me

“JUNGKOOK! Oh JUNGKOOK!”, she screams, her hands holding me tightly, as she shakes under me

My God it feels fucking fantastic

It’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt so far

“Fuck her through it”, Namjoon orders, “It’ll feel better for her and she might cum again”

I slam myself in her hard, over and over listening to her screams getting louder

“JUNGKOOK oh god!”

She clenches me again, orgasming again

I gasp, holding back from coming

I want to make her cum more, as much as I can

“Go on your knees and hold her legs open my her ankles. You can go deeper that way”, Namjoon instructs

I do what he says and slam hard in her

He’s right, I go in a lot deeper than before

“Yes, fuck yes Jungkook. Don’t stop”, she shouts

I don’t, pounding her fast and hard, feeling her soak my cock

She screams with every slam, pleasure all over her face

Her hips start moving, meeting my thrusts and it feels so goddamn good

“Kookie, fuck, you feel so good baby. God”

“No baby, you feel amazing. I love being in you”, I moan

I slide hard inside, making her snap as she explodes again, screaming, her body arching from the bed, into me

Yes oh god yes

I’m gonna cum

I’m almost there

She falls back on the bed, and I hover over her again, her legs around my hips, arms around my body

Her pussy has a tight grip on my cock and it feels out of this world pushing through

“Cum Kookie. I want to feel you cum”, she whimpers

Fuck fuck

I can’t hold it

“Fuck JOANNE, JOANNE!”, I shout, coming so hard, the release and ecstasy running through my body shuts my mind off and I just feel

“Fuck Joanne, I love you”, I shout, burying my face in her neck as she holds me, “I love you. Fuck Joanne, I love you so much”

After, I breathe hard, calming down, still laying on her

Lifting my head, I look at her

She’s looking at me with wide eyes

Why is she- oh shit

OH SHIT!

I told her I love her.

Oh my god why?

Stupid mouth, stupid brain

“Jungkook”, Namjoon says quietly

I glance at him and he has the same surprised look she has

I look back at her, “I’m sorry”

I move back, off her and stand up

“I’m sorry”, I repeat, not meeting their eyes as I grab my clothes

“Kookie”, she calls softly

“No I uh…I’m really sorry”, I repeat, running to Namjoon’s door and leaving the room.

I run to my room and close the door, locking it

I can’t believe I told her I love her

In front of Namjoon

Oh my god, he knows I love his girlfriend

He’s going to kill me

She’s never going to talk to me again

I fucked up

I fucked up so badly

I ruined my friendship with both of them

I’m so stupid

I’ve been avoiding Namjoon for the last week

I still see him during practices and in the dorm but I either stick to Tae or Jimin or I’m just in my bedroom with the door locked

I can’t face him

And I definitely can’t face her

I haven’t seen her in a week although I know she’s been at the dorm

I hear her talking and laughing with the guys

I just can’t see her

I’m still so in love with her but I can’t have her

And I’m scared she’s going to ignore me or tell me off for loving her

I know I can’t avoid them forever but for now it’s all I can do

--------------------------------

There’s a knock on my door the next morning

I sigh, what now?

“Yeah?”

“Kookie. It’s me”, she calls

Oh god

Fuck

What do I do?

“Can I talk to you?”, she asks

No no no

I don’t want to talk

I know what she’s going to say

That she doesn’t love me, she loves Namjoon, she doesn’t want me

I already know, I can’t hear her say it too

“Please Kookie?”, she asks

Fuck

I can’t say no to her

It’s not fair

I want to tell her no, but I don’t have it in me to do it

I get up from my bed and walk to the door

I take a deep breathe, steeling myself for whatever she’s going to say

I slowly open my door to her beautiful face

And to Namjoon who's behind her

What the fuck?

He’s going to murder me

“Can we come in?”, she asks

“I…uh…yeah”, I relent, moving aside to let them in

I close the door after them then go sit on my bed

Namjoon sits in my computer chair and she sits next to me

God, I just want her in my arms

“Look about last week”, Namjoon starts

“I’m sorry”, I cut him off, “I know you’re pissed off because of what I said-”

“Jungkook let me finish”, he says

I close my mouth and nod

“Do you love Joanne? Was that something you just said in the moment or is it true? Don’t lie”

He’s looking at me and I know he’ll know if I lie

“Yes. I…I’m in love with her”

He nods, “How long?”

“When I first met her”

“That long?”

I nod

They’ve been together for four years

So that’s how long I’ve loved her

“Ok so I’m going to tell you we’re not mad, so don’t worry about that”, he explains

What?

They’re…he’s…not mad I told his girlfriend I love her?

“Joanne and I talked about what happened and what you said.”

“Uh ok”, I answer

Where is he going with this?

“So we decided that if you want to, you can be in our relationship too.”, he says

I blink, unsure I heard what he said

“I…..what?”

“You can be her boyfriend too”, he says

“I….I…”, I trail off

I can wrap my head around this

“Look I’m not saying this is permanent ok? We’ve never done this before and we don’t know if it’s going to work. But we’re open to try it and see how it goes”, he explains

“Uh how would that work?”, I ask

She’d have two boyfriends?

Would he be a higher boyfriend than me because they’ve been together for so long?

Is he going to make all the decisions?

“Uh I’m not sure. All three of us have to communicate well with each other or it won’t work. If you want to be with her or take her out or whatever you have to let me know so I don’t plan anything that day. And I’ll let you know if I’m going to be with her. It’s not just you doing what I say. The only thing is that me and you are just friends. We just love the same girl and are with the same girl. I’m not into guys so I’m letting you know that right now”

“I’m not either”, I reply

“Ok that’s good. The only thing I’m going to say right now is that you treat her good. You don’t yell at her, hurt her or hit her. If you do, you’re dead. She’s the love of my life and I’ll kill you if you mistreat her”, he tells me

Hit her?

I’d never hit her

I don’t hit girls

I would never hurt her

And that’s what I tell him

“I would never hurt her. Ever”, I answer

“Good. I’m trusting you with my baby”

I nod, my mind blown

Again

I never thought this would ever happen

Or that he’d be ok with it

“Whose idea was this?”, I ask

“Mine”, Namjoon answers

“Yours?”, I ask incredulously, “Why?”

Why would he do this?

He shrugs, “Because we let other people in when we have threesomes, so this isn’t a big jump from that. You love her and I know you. And she likes you”

What? I turn to her

“You do?”, I ask shocked

She smiles and nods

I turn back to Namjoon

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“No because I know she loves me”, he answers

“But….”

Should I ask this?

Will it piss him off?

“What?”

“But what if she falls in love with me too? Like she is with you?”

“As long as she loves me, it doesn’t bother me.”, he says

“Really?”

“Really”, he says, “But if she wants out of this and only wants me, then you need to back off. And if you want out, tell us and you can leave. And if it’s not working then sorry but you’re out”

“What if she only wants me?”

He glares at me, “Not gonna happen but on the extreme off chance she does, I’ll back off”

Fuck, I pissed him off

“Don’t worry Joonie.”, she answers, “I’m always going to love you. I’m always going to be with you. For the rest of my life”

“I know baby. I’m always going to love you too”, he smiles at her, “I’m always going to be with you too baby, even when we’re old and wrinkled”

The smiles she beams at him is gorgeous

They really love each other

He looks back at me, “So do you want to do this?”

Do I?

I get to be with her, love her, possibly have her love me

And I’m not against being in their relationship

Just like Namjoon, as long as she wants me, maybe loves me, I don’t care if she loves Namjoon too

“Yes”, I answer, “I want to do this”

He nods, “Ok”

“What about the guys? Are we keeping this a secret?”

“They know. We told them what we were going to talk to you about”, he answers

Uh ok

“They know?”

“Yeah they were weirded out at first but they accept it”, she answers

Uh ok

I guess it’s ok they know

“Ok well I have to go to my studio to work on some songs.”, Namjoon says getting up, “I’ll see you later”

He’s leaving?

He comes to her, leans down and kisses her

“Bye baby. I’ll see you later. I love you”

“Bye Joonie. I love you”, she says

He turns and leaves my room

I have no clue what to do now

“So uh if you’re busy now, I can go. We just wanted to talk to you about this.”, she says standing up, “I uh guess I’ll see you later”

She starts to turn away but I grab her hand

“Stay”, I ask

“Oh uh ok”, she answers

I pull her to me, putting her on my lap and kiss her

God it’s just like the first time

Fireworks going off

She kisses me back, my tongue in her mouth, her hands in my hair

I start kissing her neck all over

“I want you”, I moan

I want her so much

I want to feel her again

I want to make her feel good

She answers me by pulling my shirt off and kissing me starting from my neck down to my shoulder and chest

Her lips leave fire on my skin everywhere they touch

I take her shirt off, then I’m able to get her bra off without being an idiot about it

“God you’re so fucking sexy”, I praise her, taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking

“Fuck Jungkook”, she moans

“Yeah baby fuck. I love hearing you moan my name”

Holding her to me, I turn, laying her on my bed

She reaches up to me, holding onto me tightly

Leaning down, I catch her lips in a kiss again, while I pull her pants and panties down

I get them off and throw them somewhere in my room

Her hands move down my body and get to my sweatpants

She slides her hands under the waist band and pulls both my pants and boxers down

I help her and kick them off

She gets as close to me as possible, her chest against mine, pressing her body against mine

I didn’t realize how much I love just feeling her skin on mine until right now

“Kookie…I…I…”

“What baby? What do you want? I’ll do whatever you want”, I answer

“I need you”, she moans

Fuck, she can have me

Anytime she wants

“Ok baby, you have me whenever you want. I promise”, I answer, putting her leg over my hip

“Please Kookie”, she pleads

“Ok baby”

I slide inside her, going all the way in, my body shivering

She sighs, like I’m supposed to be in her

Like she I’m all she needs

I like that

I move, sliding in and out of her, her pussy getting tighter on me, keeping me inside

“Fuck baby, you like me in you this much?”, I ask, “You want to keep me inside?”

“Yes Kookie. I love you in me. I don’t want you to leave”, she moans

“I won’t baby, I promise. I want to stay”, I whisper

I move harder and faster, making her yell out with each thrust

“Baby, you feels so good, holding me tight. Fuck I love you”, I groan

I don’t care about saying it anymore

She knows and I just want to say it

I feel her getting ready and I never wanted her to cum on me as much as I do right now

“Cum on me baby”, I whisper, kissing her neck

“JUNGKOOK”, she yells, coming and shaking in my arms

“Good girl, fuck, you’re so beautiful baby”, I murmur

She looks up at me and smiles, “Jungkook you are so beautiful you don’t even know”

I have no idea what to think

She thinks I’m beautiful?

Oh my god

She kisses me, gently pushing me back until I’m laying on my back

“My beautiful Kookie”, she whispers kissing me all over my face

“My baby”, she says, trailing kisses down my neck and chest

God her kisses are amazing

I love feeling her lips on my skin

“My Jungkook”

Fuck I love hearing her call me her Jungkook

I am

From the second I saw her, I was hers

She kisses back up my body, whispering in my ear, “I’m going to make my baby feel so good”

I moan loudly

She climbs on top of me, sliding down my cock, my body trembling

Fuck, going inside her is like the first time everytime

My body just reacts to her

She puts her hands on the wall above me and she starts bouncing on me, starting off slow, then going faster and faster

Pleasure blasts through my body

Watching her ride me gets me so much more horny

“God baby, you’re so good at this”, I moan

“Kookie, you have no clue how much I’ve been wanting to ride you”

Fuck me

“What?”, I whisper

“I wanted to last time we we’re together but you ran away”

“I’m sorry baby. I just panicked”

“Shh baby. It’s ok. I can ride you all the time now”

Oh god she can

I just realized, I can be with her when I want, when she wants

“Yeah baby, you can. Whenever you want, you can have me”

“You can have me too baby. Whenever you want”, she answers

God I’m happy

She slides up, squeezes my head so tight then slides back down

“Oh god”, I yell

She keeps herself tight while she slams down on me

The pleasure is so goddamn good

I run my hands up her legs, touching her hips and sliding up her body

Sitting up a little, I plant kisses all over her stomach, sucking and licking her skin

“Mmmmm Kookie”

“Baby girl. Cum. Please. I want it”

“Yeah Kookie”, she moans, sliding up and coming on my head

I watch her cum run down my cock, and I swallow hard

Oh fuck that’s so hot

“God baby, you’re fucking perfect”, I moan

When she finishes, I grip her hips, slamming her down on me

As she comes down I thrust up, going in so deep

“Yes!”, she screams

I thrust up again when I bring her down and I slide into her, making her scream

“There Kookie. Fuck there!”, she pleads

Did I just find her spot?

Oh my god

“Where baby?”, I ask, slamming her again, “There?”

I hope I didn’t lose it

“Yes!”

Good

I love the reaction I’m getting from her, so I keep slamming her there over and over

It doesn’t take long before she orgasms again, getting tight on me

“JUNGKOOK!”, she screams

God I love her orgasms

The pleasure from them is so intense and I want to feel it over and over

Bringing her down again, I slam her spot causing another orgasm right after the first one

Oh my god, yes

I want her to have more

“Again baby”, I moan, thrusting into her, making her explode again

I keep going, every few thrusts causing another orgasm, her screams music to my ears

I lost count of how many I’ve given her

“C'mon baby girl. One more”, I ask

She nods

I slam her the hardest I have so far and she screams, her body shaking violently on top of me

The pleasure is overwhelming as I cum inside her, screaming her name and enjoying the pleasure

“JOANNE, oh god baby!”

“Good Kookie, good boy”, she murmurs

When I finish, she climbs off and lays next to me

I turn to her automatically, pulling her in my arms

It’s the first time I’m holding her and I fucking love it

She turns to me and reaches out, running her fingers in my hair

She’s looking at me, smiling

“I know I’m going to love you Kookie”, she whispers

She will?

Oh god I hope so

“You are?”, I ask

She nods, “I don’t know how long it’ll take but I just know I’m going to fall in love with you too”

“But Namjoon-”

“I love him. In love with him. But I have room to love you too.”

“As long as you love me Jo, I’m more than ok”, I whisper, kissing her

I really don’t care

I just want her and if she loves me, I’m good

I can do this with her and Namjoon.

Because she’s worth it

[joonzseoulmate]

YOUR STORIES WHEN YOUR BOYFRIEND IS KIM NAMJOON.

[muniimyg]

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//

"what are you doing here?"

nam joon shivers as he shuts the car door. he waves at you innocently, ignoring your morning attitude. you stand still, utterly confused as to why he's outside your apartment at 7:30am.

"let's go to work together."

you raise a brow at him.

"why?"

he smiles at you, tilting his head ever so slightly. you hate how confident he looks right now. you hate how much it makes your stomach twist and turn.

"why not?" is his genius answer.

you shake your head at him, refusing his offer. "i can drive."

"i know," he shrugs, eyes fixed on you. "i'm saying let's go to work together."

again, you refuse.

"get in the car, ___."

for a moment, you can't believe his words. it's the way he said it! he said it like a demand... and that's strange. nam joon has never demanded anything from you. he has always been such a push over and for some reason; you can't help but feel enlightened. this side of him is sexy.

so, you comply.

walking towards him, he offers you a lazy smirk before opening the car door for you. you look at him, catch his eyes, and see his gaze soften. he places his hand above your head as you duck down and plop onto the seat. hastily, he shuts the door and runs to the other side. settling in, he leans over and tugs your seatbelt over your body. he buckles you in, then himself.

it happens so quick. the way his face came so close to being pressed against your boobs made you feel the need to hold your breath. then, as you exhaled and inhaled, his scent made him even more irresistible to you.

yet, it ends too soon. nam joon sits still in his spot and takes out his phone. you stare at him, unsure of what to say or do.

before you can open your mouth to break the silence, the sound of the car engine turning on beats you to it.

"i stayed up last night and revised your contract. i made more than generous adjustments and honestly should have done it earlier. i apologize on my end. i'm even expanding your space. your stuff will be moved into my office by 12pm today—"

"where will you go?"

"it's my office," he chuckles. "i'm staying. you're just moving in."

"w-what?" your eyes widen. "that's unnecessary. my office is across the hall—"

"my office is three times yours. you'll have more than enough space—"

"we don't need to share offices, joon! and frankly, i don't understand why you're doing all of this!" you say this as patiently as possible. he looks at you, eyes big and innocent as always.

"i'm not following..."

"joon," you huff. "i quit."

"i said no."

"that's not how it works—"

"yes, it does," his body stiffens. "i don't know what else you could want. i told you, didn't i? just tell me what it takes to get you to stay and i'll give it. you never responded... so i'm making my move. i'm guessing until i get it right."

"i don't want more money," you sigh. "crazy to say so, but i don't want to be paid to be miserable."

his eyes dim.

"you're miserable?"

you can't believe that slipped out of your mouth. it's not even what you meant... you weren't miserable... work is okay. work is work. the real issue is that you've been in love with nam joon for far too long.

you can't do it anymore.

you can't pick up calls from women like jiun who take advantage of nam joon's friendly personality. you can't take any more calls from his mother, asking you if he's dating anyone yet and why it isn't you. you can't take any more late nights with him guiding you through the company doors with his hand on your waist because he knows your nighttime vision isn't the best.

you just can't.

at the same time, it's not that serious. you've longed for him but you've never cried over him. you've just always been disappointed in how oblivious he is when it comes to himself. his charm, his good looks, and his naive personality... gatekeeping him wasn't going to last forever. especially when the company's net worth has been increasing tremendously! at the same time... it's all thanks to his pretty new investors and their precious lunch dates.

"sometimes."

... is all you say and is all it takes to make nam joon's chest feel tight.

"i just... i'm so tired these days—"

"take days off."

"i haven't had a vacation in 2 years—"

"where do you want to go? i'll book the ticket and—"

"stop!" you grab his hands and look into his eyes. "nam joon, i appreciate everything you've done for me. from the very first day, you've been so kind and generous... there is only one you in this world but there's millions of me's. you'll be okay. you just need some time to adjust to this. i understand it's a big change—"

"you don't get it do you?"

"get what?"

"there's only you."

you have no words. he's said so little but so much. your heart races just like how it always does when he does shit like this. when he wins you over...

"what i need is for you to stay,” nam joon shifts, turning your hands over to hold them better. "am i that bad?"

you blink at him. "joon, this isn't about you."

he squints his eyes. "really? cos it feels like it is."

instantly, you feel guilty. yes, it's about him. of course, it's about him... but it's also more about you. you need to move on. move on from him and move on from this part of your life.

"joon, i want to be more than a secretary." you admit in a hushed tone. "i wasn't supposed to stay this long. i had plans to travel the world and find myself. i have a degree in fine arts... did you even know that?"

he stares at you blankly.

"see?" you groan. "god, i've only sold like one painting my entire life, i know it sounds s-stupid but... i... i don't know... i just know i want to be known as something else. something better. something new. i can't do it if i stay here—"

"with me?"

"... with you."

he nods, letting your hands go and looking out his window. the silence between you two grows heavy and you can't think straight anymore. the discussion wasn't supposed to happen like this. you had always pictured your goodbye with him to be different. civil, almost.. bittersweet, exactly.

"september 12th, 2023. it was my birthday and i took an extra long lunch break... i went to your office and remembered you had the day off. i remember thinking how odd it was that my phone was blowing up with my friends and family asking to see me... and i was standing in your office, upset that you would request a day off on my birthday. i grabbed my coat and went to the art gallery on 11th street. i didn't mean to, but i saw you there. you were showcasing your work... i wanted to say something. i wanted to tell you how talented you were... but it was your world and it was the first day we spent a part in almost a year... i didn't want to take that moment away from you. but, i'm selfish and had to get something out of it."

shivers travel down your spine. this is unreal. you can't process all of this all right now. was he serious? "oh my god... joon..."

"i've kept my mouth shut about it for the past 3 years... and i'm not telling you this because i want to convince you to stay... i just want you to know that i believe in you the most." joon smiles, unsure if this conversion meant anything to you. "i think it's great that you want to do more... but i need you to know that it feels impossible to even envision a day without you."

you sit there, touched by his words.

"it's okay to not know what you want. you don't have to stay... but you also don't have to go. so, i'll stand by that. i'll do anything and everything to keep you by my side... and it's okay if you don't believe in my words—i have a painting for you to believe in too."

[kpopsexstories]

QUICK FIX #4: BTS Namjoon fucks you hard from behind while he pushes your face down on the bed

Member: BTS Namjoon

Content: From behind, Choking (lightly), Rough, Dirty talk

Type: WILD

Word Count: 508

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊

Namjoon has a way of getting you wet. He strips the clothes of your body with a violent passion, ripping your shirt in the process. He yanks your pants down and tares his own buttoned shirt open, before his muscular, exposed chest presses against your naked breasts.

You lie in front of him, spreading your legs, eager to feel his thick cock inside you. You watch as he sits on his knees between your thighs, rapidly undoes his belt, and pulls his pants and underwear over his ass.

The throbbing dick is pointing straight out. He grabbs your hips with his strong hands and suddenly flip you over. You whimper and raise your ass in the air, as he slaps his organ against your cheeks repeatedly.

“Oh yeah baby,” he says. “You ready for this? I'm gonna fuck you so hard!”

You close your eyes and moan when he penetrates you from behind. He puts a hand on your shoulder and pushes you down on the bed, hard against the matress. You turn your head and gasp for air as he presses you into the pillow, while he rocks his pelvis back and forth, and you feel his whole body come down on you.

He bends forward and pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your neck as he fucks you. His chest and stomach rubs against your back, and his dick feels great inside you.

“Baby,” he says in your ear while choking you. “You're so fine! Damn you make me so horny!”

He suddenly lets go of your neck, leans back again, stretches his arms out, and takes a firm grip around your waist. Faster and faster, he thrusts his cock in and out of you. You can't see him, but you imagine his hot body and tensing muscles as he slaps his pelvis repeatedly against your ass cheeks. You hear him moan and groan behind you, louder and with an animalistic passion.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” his deep voice repeats rapidly. “Uh, fuck yeah, uhgnn!”

His groans become more coarse and heavy. He's panting loudly, and you imagine his grimacing face as he nears an orgasm.

The bed shakes and slams against the wall. Suddenly, when his thrusts are at peak speed, he pulls out and leans down over you. He grabs his cock and jerks it fast, his hand slamming against your ass.

When he comes, he lets out a long, loud “uhhnnnn”, and you feel his hot sperm shoot across your back. You know that he loves seeing you from this angle, and admire your body as he ejaculates.

When he's done, his breathing becomes deeper and slower. He hastily wipes your back with his forearm, before you roll over to take a look at him.

You smile at his exhausted expression. His toned stomach moves in and out with each strenuous breath. Then he falls forward and collapses on top of you.

“Thanks baby,” he whispers into your ear, as you caress his soft and heavy body. “Thank you. I really needed that.”

[thatgirliehan]

reflection: Her

Description: An idol who loves art and a museum curator who makes art. With their slightly crazy friends, a 9-week deadline , a world tour, and a big secret, what could possibly go wrong?

NOTE: This is a fanfiction. Any resemblance to actual people is a coincidence. This story is from my brain and not real life.

My phone dinged right as I got off the bus. I glanced down as I start walking, it was a calendar alert "BTS concert TOMORROW". My heart skipped a beat and I couldnt help but do a quick happy dance. It's finaly happening, the thing I had been waiting on for MONTHS was finally tomorrow! With that happy reminder in the back of my head I waltzed through the doors of the museum where I worked, ready to start another day, a little happier than normal. "Good morning y/n", said Bill the front door guard "you seem a lot more awake today than normal, finally get coffee before work?" "Ha. Ha. Ha Bill, you're hilarious! The concert I've been waiting absolute months for is finally tomorrow, I'm just super excited!" "Oh, those pretty boys you constantly listen to, right?" said Bill. "Theyre called BTS Bill" I mumbled under my breath. Bill is about 70 years old and is like my work Grandpa. I love him to death, but he doesnt really get the whole kpop thing, he's more of a Willy Nelson type.

"Well, I need to go!" I said as I started walking away. "With the head curator and the other junior curator off at a conference for the rest of the week, I was the one basically running the museum. I was freaking out at first when they told me that they were BOTH going, I mean, I've only been working here 2 years, and I am the junior, JUNIOR curator. That means I get the fun jobs of writing up the placks for the art, or at most dusting the art. I'm not even allowed to touch the art by myself yet, you have to be a junior curator for that.

I get to my desk, because junior JUNIOR curators dont have an office, just a desk in the supply room (closet) and set my purse down on my desk. It was 30 minutes to 10, which was when we opened. I still had time to dust the main exhibit and turn on all the lights before I had to open the doors. My art museum was a small one, but we had a few really good pieces from some very famous artists, so we drew a modest crowd every day. Honestly, I was really lucky to have this job. Not many people get their dream job right out of college. I popped in an airpod and turned on my favorite cleaning playlist. Mic drop shuffled on first so of course I danced the chorus as I dusted, dropping my duster at the end of the song like Suga.

I finish up all of my opening tasks and head back to the front desk, as I'm straightening some pamphlets in the front desk, I hear my phone chime. I look down at the screen and see an alert that says "Sorry y/n, I'm throwing up everywhere, I'm not gonna make it to work today. Xoxo Minha" "Greaaaatttttttttttttttttttttttt", I think, my good mood vanishing in a flash, I'm completely alone today. Minha is my friend and a year younger than me, she works the front desk. With her gone, I'm going to have to do her job...and then it hits me. I'm ALONE. And I'm supposed to be researching and writing the placks for the new exhibit thats coming next week. Greattttttttttttt. I check the time, 5 minutes before opening. "Shiitttttttttttttrake mushrooms" I mutter under my breath as I run to my office...ok desk....and frantically grab my laptop, planner, 3 enormous reference books and my pouch and run back to the front desk. Looks like I'm going to be doing both today. "Curse you Minha", I think to myself as I drop everything on the front desk. I check my phone and I still have 3 and a half minutes till opening. Which is good, because since I hadn't expected to be at the front desk, I had only done minimal makeups....and in my personal experience, people were nicer when I had a more girly makeup style. I grabbed my pouch and got out my favorite (fine, only) yves saint laurent lip tint, it was a beautiful shiny coral pink color and it made me feel like I was a member of twice. I popped it on my lips and went to unlock the door. If I was lucky, maybe it would be an extra slow day and I would be able to get the rest of the placks done.

I....was not lucky. It was a very busy morning. So busy that I didn't have a single minute to even look at my reference books until 12:30. There was finally a lull as the morning crowd left so I grabbed my reference books and laptop and got to work typing up those placks. I was so engrossed in my research that I didnt notice someone had walked up to the front desk until I heard "uh, excuse me". I was so startled that I let out a high pitched yelp, jumping out of my chair, knocking it over.

Standing at the front desk was a boy. Man? He was very tall, wearing fashionable street wear, a baseball cap that shieled his eyes and a mask covering the lower half of his face.

"Ohmygoodness, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize anyone was there!" I said quickly, closing my laptop and picking my chair up from the ground.

"Uh...sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you" the man said in a low, soft voice.