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hoseoksluna · 11 months ago

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BOOKWORMS | knj

pairing: boyfriend!namjoon x reader

genre: smut; fluff

word count: 4.4k

summary: namjoon thinks of you when he reads a smut scene in his book.

warnings: boyfriend namjoon!!!, kimi namijoon reading, mentions of sex (riding), oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, the importance of consent, teasing, raw sex, breeding kink <3, big dick namu!!, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, joonie's chain dangling in ur face, tummy bulge, creampie, bruising, hickeys, aftercare:(

note: it took blood, sweat and tears (hehe) to write this and i'm so happy it's finally here!! i loved writing about namjoon. he's my whole soul and the entirety of my heart and i have to write abt him again soon. please take your time reading this and enjoy urself! let me know what you think in the comments mwah (or tell me anonymously in my inbox) and as i always say please like and if u want to - reblog, but i won't pressure u baby. love love you!!

side note: if you want to jump straight to the smut, it's right under the asterisks <;3

You revel, you truly do, in seeing your boyfriend in such a serene state of mind.

Nose buried in a book, Namjoon pays no mind to the surroundings fleeting by him with each flutter of his eyelashes. It goes unnoticed by him, strangely so, how you tidy up the apartment you share. How you feed the two cats that chose you and him to be their human parents. How you fondle their soft ears. How you bend over the furniture to whisper ‘pspsps’ at them when they need a moment away from you just to see their round eyes look up at you stupidly. Namjoon usually observes these moments; this utmost natural behavior of yours. He draws strength from the homeliness of it all with each and every swell of his lungs. Needs it to survive. That is until he gets a hold of that one papery portal and sits comfortably on the couch, one ankle propped over the knee. Then, he ceases to exist in this world.

You’re happy for him. Over time, you’ve come to find that you have a certain fondness for the way he remains stoic. Because you always know what kind of book he’s reading, a smile blossoms on its own over the line of your lips whenever your eye catches the sculpture-like look on his face. It’s like even if he let himself hold his breath, his consciousness would waver back to the earth and the wretched awareness that he’s here, among mortals and the unfair capitalist system aftermath, would stream in his bloodstream, poisoning his experience. It takes the leisure out of it and makes the bed for misery instead. He doesn’t like it. Hates it, in fact. It’s a necessity that he focuses, as he embarks on the journey, because he does it for you.

Namjoon confides in his feelings and his literature with you almost on a daily basis. On the same couch, with the same cats snoring faintly, their small bodies spilling over the perimeter of your tangled legs. Doesn’t matter if it’s his thigh or the curve of your hip. The animals always find a warm crook to doze in, eavesdropping in, with their curious little ears, on the conversations you’re having. Though you reckon they like the meat of his thigh the best. You do, too. Can’t really blame them. The same serenity that intimately knows the person of Namjoon perceives the person of you when he prompts you to rest your head on his lap while he brushes his book-kissed fingers through the silky waterfall of your hair. Thoroughly explains the intricacies of the plot he’s invested in to you. Describes the characters as if they’re real people he’s become acquainted with. They are real to you as you listen. As you ask additional questions and gaze up at his eyes just to catch that one body of a shooting star fiery hot in the glossiness of his eyes. As you wonder, openly, what will happen to them.

“I’ll tell you when they tell me.” He sunk the promise onto the smooth skin of your forehead with the pucker of his lips.

It’s how you discovered, in all seriousness, that the plaster of his stoicism breaks during these literary moments.

Various colors of emotion tug and twist his features, the bare kind. The unrestrained kind. You know it’s a relief for him when the dam bursts open, soaking you in the beauty of humanness one only finds in literature these days. You can’t help but fall in love with him all over again when his eyebrows furrow. When his orbs nearly burn a hole in the ceiling when he’s trying to think of the right word that will ultimately help him convey the unfolding of the storyline. When he gives up and weaves English into his sentences, relying on his hands to say what his overstimulated brain fails to do.

He reads to pass knowledge to you. The serenity whispered it into the chambers of your heart, a puff of hot breath in winter’s cold. It soothingly rubbed his shoulders when Namjoon told you there used to be a time when he couldn’t stand the sight of his books lining up the walls of his apartment. Wanted to burn it down and watch as the evidence of his melancholy dies in front of him. Because that’s what most of his book collection consisted of back then. The innermost shadowy faces of his pain. Loneliness. Sadness. Despair from life, from it not being enough for him, from it not saving a spot there for him–not once throughout the course of his life. That’s why he reads different kinds of books now. Ones that do not reflect his survival before you.

The reader has to get wiser, ruffled by life in order to gain more, gain what they need from those once deeply loved pages. It’s what the serenity believes. It’s what you believe and hope for Namjoon. That one day, somehow by the healing of the love you give him, he will look back and pick a souvenir from that moonless country of pain. Put it up somewhere between the spines of his new cluttered collection. Look at it from time to time and sense that it’s telling him something. Something that will fill the stitched-up cracks in his heart with sunlight. Something that he will pass over to you. It’s your love language after all. Namjoon reads because you read. It’s his own personal healing thing.

You two are just a pair of two bookworms. Unfit for the world outside. Fit for the land you two created. Whose soil you take care of together.

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Dinner is almost ready by the time you feel his fingertips gripping your hips. You hum, acknowledging his presence. Glad for the homely heat that radiates off of his body and seeps into your bones as you stir the risotto you decided to make on the stove. Coldness had been embracing you all day while he read so you’re overjoyed that he ripped it away from you.

Namjoon places a kiss on your temple and you sigh in relief. You might be too dependent on him, but so is he. He wouldn’t be nuzzling his face in your hair, squeezing your waist, peppering kisses on your tender skin if he wasn’t. It’s the perfect balance. And it’s not that you’re not able to be away from each other. The principle of looking forward to one another is what makes it so sweet, so endurable for the pair of you. Of the coming back and coming into contact at the end of the day. It’s natural. Simple. Human.

“Missed me?” Namjoon husks into your ear.

You smirk and turn off the stove, turning around to face him. “Terribly.”

His body is clad in a black T-shirt that fits his broad figure well and a pair of baggy sweats of the same color, having discarded the warm crewneck he was wearing earlier somewhere in the universe of his book. A long silver chain twinkles in the middle of his chest in the yellow light. You caress it with your fingers and leave your palm there, on the hardness of his pecs.

“I finished the book,” he says and you blink up at him. You’re not surprised at all. “Couldn’t put it down.”

Sleepy wrinkles have left their mark on his face from the cozy position he laid in for too long on the couch. His short sunlit hair, grown healthily from his military service, is tousled in all directions and you smooth it down for him. How did God bless you with such a beautiful man is something you’ll wonder about for the rest of your life.

“What happened to Theo in the end?” you ask, genuinely curious about whether one of the characters you’ve grown attached to is okay after all the shit the author put him through.

Namjoon was reading a coming-of-age book about a boy named Theo. A panorama of his childhood and adolescent life, you’ve heard all about it. Namjoon cared a lot about this story, cared a lot about the protagonist’s emotions and reactions to the reappearing storms. What made him stick with it, despite the nearly triggering themes, is the fact that Theo never let go of his optimism no matter what. It was incredibly inspiring for Namjoon. Something new. Something that he never thought could be possible. You’re proud of him for daring to read a book so reminiscent of his past.

“You’re not gonna believe it,” Namjoon says, a blush creeping along his cheeks.

You raise one of your eyebrows in question.

“Theo got laid,” Namjoon reveals, laughing softly. “I’m so happy for him.”

You gasp and burst into giggles. “What?”

“He got some!”

Your laughter rises in volume. “He lost his virginity and that’s the end?”

“It was a big moment for him. A triumph of some kind. Like he shed his old skin and left that broken life behind. It was amazing.” Namjoon’s eyes glint with tiny shooting stars and you melt. He always finds poetic meanings in the varieties of the character arcs. You think you just fell in love with him all over again.

“That’s really beautiful,” you admit. It reminds you of something. Of something quite personal. “My first time with you changed my life as well.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows curl in tenderness. Dragon eyes widen and round in fervent emotion. He squeezes his arms around you, enfolding you in a hug. Kisses you warmly. Strokes your hair down your back. Your own eyes pool with little tears with the intimate knowledge that you chose the right person to unfold your raw femininity with. No one, no man other than him could have created such a safe for that to happen.

“Tell you what,” Namjoon says a bit hoarsely. “I saw us in it.”

You hum, encouraging him to continue. Crave for more of his thoughts and confidential findings. Its fire spreading through your body, as each word of his registers in your brain, always makes you feel phenomenally alive. You’re not timid to avow that it’s your addiction. Shame doesn’t know you.

“Elena was on top and he was watching her. In awe of her,” he murmurs, caressing your cheek with the tip of his thumb. “Made me think of our last time. A life changing experience of mine as well.”

You welcome the fire and suspire with sudden desire, eyes lidding. Your heart begins to thump. Namjoon studies your reaction.

“You remember well, don’t you?” He nudges his nose against yours. “I was in awe of you just the same.”

It’s impossible not to remember. The memory consumes your mind every waking hour. Gets you needy in ways you haven’t felt before. Namjoon had you sat on his lap among the fluffiness of your innumerable pillows and plushies. Had you do all the work as he focused on the sleekness of your freshly moisturized calves, its coconut aroma interfused with the scent of sex and the euphony of your bounces, ragged breaths and broken moans making his head all fucked up. He was loud himself, more loud than you ever recalled him being. Reading your body at the mercy of the pleasure his hard length was giving you with his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. Not once did he take his eyes off of you, not once did he help you. Just gripped your calves. Your thighs. Your tits all in his face. Only when you came hard, out of your own delightful merit, did his eyes roll back. You left his hips glazed with the evidence of your well-deserved orgasm, a porcelain statue made glossy.

A little later, during your pillow talk, he told you he’d found the idea of you using him while getting yourself off extremely hot. Made him more hard than he’d been in a while. Begged you to be even more selfish next time, adding an indistinct, ‘well, of course, if you want�� to the end of his sentence because he’s Namjoon.

“I do,” you breathe. “Touched myself to it this morning while you were still asleep.”

Namjoon groans. “God.” He kisses the side of your neck. Gets close to your ear. “You wanna do it again, hm? Wanna fuck me?”

You might burst. His closeness, his heat, his need to ask for your consent turns you unstable. You’re choked up on your words, mind too fuzzy to say something. Turned on. Fucked up.

“You wanna show me how you touched yourself?” Namjoon continues, but you shake your head against the side of his face.

You had touched yourself in the shower. Couldn’t say no to the impulse. Sharing that part of you for his eyes to see isn’t something you’re quite ready for. To you, it’s still something that’s yours. Something private. A courage you have yet to pluck up. You’re afraid to give him this last part of your femininity.

“Not today,” you whisper, planting a kiss on his neck. Feel him shiver. “I’m sorry. Do you mind?”

Withdrawing from your neck, Namjoon looks you dead in the eye, brows twisted in stern seriousness. “Don’t ever apologize for something like that again. Hear me when I say that.”

You squeeze his shoulder, the corners of your mouth lowering in a pout. Thankfulness grips your heart and suddenly it’s hard to breathe.

“You know this is why we do this right?” he asks you. “Why I ask you these questions? I need to always know what you’re comfortable with so I don’t make a mistake.”

You nod. “Yes, Namjoon, I know and I’m so thankful.”

“Good. I’ll never push you to do anything you don’t want. Don’t forget that, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t.”

“That’s my girl.

You grab him by the back of his neck and engulf him in a hug. Luckiest girl in the world? That you are. The fact that you’re his is still something you can’t wrap your head around.

“We can stop. We don’t even have to do anything tonight—”

“No, Namjoon.” You withdraw. “Look.” Wrapping your hand around his wrist, you slip his hand beneath the confines of your panties.

His breath shakes when he reaches your soaked folds. He traces your hole with his middle finger and your hips follow his movement, the pleasure so faint but so good that you flutter your eyes closed.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Yeah, I need you. Need more,” you breathe out. “Can’t leave me like this, can you?”

Namjoon hums. “No, I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of this pussy.”

He kisses you. Massages his tongue against yours. You buck your hips into his hand and Namjoon hears your body language. Takes his fingers up and rubs your swollen clit from side to side, quickening his pace as he swallows your moans down his throat. Gets angry at your tight leggings hindering him in giving you more, so he gets on his knees and swiftly pulls them down along with your underwear.

“Sit on the counter.”

You comply right away. Namjoon takes your feet in his hands and gently removes your slippers, removing your garments fully so they don’t pool around your ankles. He needs your legs spread and he needs them spread wide for what he’s about to do to you.

Torso long enough to reach you, he remains on his knees. Runs his hands up the back of your thighs to guide you into the position he wants you in. “Lock your arms around the back of your knees. Don’t let go.”

You do as he says, biting your lips in nervousness. Intertwine your hands together. Prepare yourself to die.

Namjoon studies your dewy pussy, index and middle finger mimicking the letter V as he slides them up and down your folds, squeezing just right to hear you mewling. Your knees being so close together makes her look a lot more pillowy and you hear Namjoon breathe hard, absolutely hypnotized by the beauty of your flesh.

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping down my hand.” He withdraws his fingers to show you how your slick trickles down the lines on his palm, changing the course of his life once and for all.

Your clit throbs, breath matching his. “Please, Namjoon.”

He curses inaudibly. Brings his fingers back down to your folds, squeezes your lips and your clit together. Hisses at the sweet whimpery sounds spilling out of your mouth. Presses tighter so you whine needily for him. Takes you into his mouth when he accomplished what he wanted, tonguing your clit in slow agonizing circles that has you buckling your hips again. Puts his hands on your thighs to keep you down, flicking fast to absolutely abuse the fuck of you. Dragon eyes zeroing on yours, he gives you the hypnosis that your pussy did to him as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. You can’t even scream. Can’t breathe. The pleasure overwhelms you wholly and straps you down. There’s nothing you can do but take it.

You come hard on his tongue. Namjoon laps it all up gladly. And when he’s finished, he stands up and slips those two digits that ruined you into your hole. Doesn’t move them. Lets you adjust instead.

“One more,” he mutters. “Please.”

You nod.

“Use your words or we’re stopping.”

You groan and close your eyes, your thighs visibly shaking in your iron grip from your orgasm. “Yes, Namjoon, one more. I’ll come for you.”

Namjoon places a wet kiss on your thigh to praise you, and to thank you as well. Begins to move his fingers promptly, but can’t seem to get enough of your skin. Proceeds to make it shiny with his liquid love, sucking it to bruise you. To remember this moment a little more fondly in the morning.

Creating a trail up to the back of your knee, his digits pick up the speed. The pool of slick you left in his palm sloshes with each rapid thrust of his hand. He looks back at you and sees you lost in the pleasure, eyes lidded and unfocused. “Look at me.”

You do, weakly.

“Just a little bit more and I’ll fuck you, all right?”

You’re about to nod, but decide against it. “Mhm, yes, Namjoon, fuck.”

He smiles down at you. Your relief inches closer. “I’m so proud of you for speaking up today. For letting me know.”

You could cry right now. Because of his fingers making you feel so good. Because of his kindness making you feel so safe. It all closes in on you and you whimper.

Abruptly, Namjoon unravels your grip on your knees and kisses you, tongue slipping in. You come all over his hand, without meaning to, and he doesn’t stop. On the contrary, Namjoon fucks you harder. Takes all four of his fingers and strums your clit, prolonging your orgasm, swallowing down all of your moans.

“Come on.”

Namjoon helps you down. If it weren’t for his arms holding you steady, you would’ve collapsed on the floor. Your legs shake, muscles taut and tense.

“I got you.”

Sat on the floor with his joggers and boxers pulled beneath his crotch, he pulls you down on his lap. A wisp of precum adorns his tip and you wrap your hand around it, collecting it with your thumb. Watch him as you swirl your tongue around the digit before sucking on it, letting go with an obscene pop. Namjoon licks his lips, hands clasping your hips hard enough to bruise you. Twitches in your other hand.

“Don’t fucking do that to me, baby.”

You laugh almost inaudibly, drunk on him. “Are you gonna come in me?”

He replaces your hand, holding his length at the base for you to sink down. And you do, gasping softly at his thickness. Your dewiness helps it to be a smooth ride.

“Gonna pump you full. Leave you dripping,” he promises, voice restrained. “Gonna fuck you so good you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”

One thing about Namjoon, he’s a man of his word.

Seated perfectly on him, he waits for you to adjust. Alleviates the tremble of your thighs with his palms, massaging the muscles. Takes off your shirt and flings it across the kitchen. Gropes your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You start to grind on him, throwing your head back. He latches onto your nipple and flicks the nub with his tongue. You lose your mind, leaking down his balls.

“Ready?” he asks against the fullness of your breast.

“Yeah, fuck me, Joon.”

He thrusts into you once to watch you fall apart. Locks your arms behind your back. Grabs your forearms for his use.

“You forgot something.”

He thrusts again, harder this time.

“What?” you breathe out, meekly.

“What word do you use when you want to ask for something?”

He watches you as you work it out in your brain. Fucks into you three more times, equally hard, to disrupt you.

“Fuck, sorry. Please, Joon, please.”

He grinds, hips rotating in circles.

“Uh-huh, that’s right. Now use it.”

Namjoon envelops your tit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola. Sucking. Keeping up the agonizing pace. Groaning when you clench down on him.

“Please, hmph, fuck me.”

Your breast bounces back when he lets go, biting his lip. “Knew you could do it,” he coos. “Smart fucking girl.”

He begins to fuck you properly. Thrusting up and down as he holds you steady, keeping his eyes locked on yours. As he takes control of your squirming, leaving his fingerprints on your forearms and waist. You’re breathless, whimpering, on the verge of sobbing. So turned on and needy for him that the emotions brim in you, threatening to spill over.

“Aren’t you?” Namjoon continues. “Aren’t you a smart girl?”

You nod, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “I’m a smart girl.”

He spanks your ass to reward you and you arch your back. Tits all in his face. He’s mesmerized watching them bounce and nearly slap against each other, nubs hard and pointed. He licks them up, flicking them with his tongue. You round your shoulders a little in pleasure, his strong grip not letting you fold like your body wants.

“That’s right. So smart and good for me. So fucking wet. Making me lose my mind.”

Namjoon kisses you. Inhales you. Withdraws only for a mere second before he’s back, tongue in, toying with you the way you like it. You feel your relief calling your name.

“Namjoon, I’m so fucking close. I’m so close. I’m gonna come,” you whine, forehead pressed against his, face twisted in ecstasy.

Namjoon stops out of the blue and slips out of you. You whine loudly, but before you know it, he carries you to the couch and lays you down on it. Takes off all of his clothes until only his silver chain remains, shining bright in the dim light. He spreads your legs, one limb over the backrest, the other around his thigh. Grips his length and tugs at it a few times, the feeling of your wetness making him slippery pulling moan after moan out of him.

He enters you again and resumes his fast pace, holding your calf in his hand. “Smart girls come on the couch, not on the floor like whores. You got that?”

You nod almost too eagerly, fucked out beyond measure. “Yes, Joon, please make me come. Please, come here.”

Namjoon leans towards you, propping his elbows by your head, cradling you. “I’m here. I’m gonna make you come.”

From this angle, he fucks you more deeply than before, his tip reaching your cervix. You roll your eyes back, but bring them right back to his face when his chain taps you on the chin. You find it so hot that you grind your hips against his, meeting his thrusts, encouraging him to fuck you harder. The chain meets you in erratic staccatos and you scratch your nails down his bare back, the sword-like pendant hurting you in a way that you like.

Namjoon notices. Slows down his movements. Pinches the chain from the back of his neck. Prompts you to lift your head and slides it over, letting it rest in the middle of your breasts. Then fucks you back into the couch.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips. “Gonna breed you. Hm. You want that, don’t you?”

The cord tightens in your lower belly. The bulge of where his tip is hitting you nudges him in his stomach and he looks down. Curses.

“Look.”

You follow his eyes and moan. “Namjoon, Namjoon, please come in me. I’m so close. Wanna feel you. Please.”

He grunts, nodding his head. Licks his fingertips and presses them against your clit. Pleasures you in fast and swift jerks until you’re knocking your head back. Only when he grabs your jaw and kisses you does the cord snap, his lips being your ultimate undoing.

Namjoon presses you down with his body, keeps you calm and collected. Kisses you all through it, your jaw, your neck, your cheeks. Then his thrusts turn sloppy and his cock twitches in you. He gives you one final hard thrusts and fills you up, groaning against your mouth.

You’re smoothing down the sting of your scratches on his back when he pulls out of you and his cum drips out of you. You wish you could see what he sees, hand on his mouth, careful to catch his drool. You push out more for him and he curses, fondling your pussy with his thumb before he pumps it back in.

He comes back to you and kisses you. Fixes your hair. Caresses your cheek. Helps you stand on your feet as he leads you into the shower. Washes every inch of your body, heedful of the bruises he left on the back of your thigh. Lathers your hair in your favorite shampoo. Wraps you in a towel. Wanted to moisturize your body, but you told him off, knowing both of you would get horny again. You let him brush your hair, though, placing a comb in his hand. He’s gentle as he undoes the knots, then he blowdries your hair.

And you do the same for him.

Once the pillow touches your cheeks, you’re both out like a light.

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artypjmlbss · 2 years ago

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adorable

really!? 🤭 i don’t think anyone has ever called me that before 👀 😂

#thank you for answering!#💗#describe me in one word anonymously #erika asks

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naburi · 1 month ago

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HOT OR NOT - JEEWON

JEEWON X READER

TAGS: CONFESSION, EXHIBITIONISM, TEASING, CNC, THREESOME, DOUBLE PENETRATION, MULTIPLE CREMPIE

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“Hot or Not” is a new podcast where people can share their kinks, sex stories and wildest experiences and the host will decide if the story is “Hot or Not.” For tonight’s episode we have Jeewon.

“I get turned on when men stare at my body, when they are not even trying to hide how they are lusting over me” The anonymous guest said.

“When did you first realize you have this kink?” The host asked.

The new podcast is on a roll. Few weeks in, they are already on the top 5 list of most listeners online. The host used this platform to help embrace their sexual side and not be ashamed to explore their sexual needs. They invite anonymous guests to share a glimpse of their sex life.

Host 1: GOOD EVENING EVERYONE! How’s your day? I hope you had a good day as we are here to listen to tonight's guest!

Host 2: our viewer count is rising. It seems like we’re ready to roll! Let me welcome our guests! Tell us your name!

Jeewon: Hi I’m Je-

Host 1: remember to use a fake name to hide your identity!

Jeewon: Hi I’m Je-Jessica, good evening everyone!

Host 1: good evening Jessica! How’s your day?

Jessica: I’m good, I’m good

Host 2: Let's start with our ice breaker question! When was the last time you had sex with?

Jessica: last weekend

Host 1: Jessica looks sexually active!

Host 2: How was it?

Jessica: It was good, he lasted for hours!

Host 1: It seems like Jessica had a great night!

Host 2: What turns on Jessica?

Jessica: I get turned on when men stare at my body, when they are not even trying to hide how they are lusting over me

Host 1: when did you realize you have this kink?

Jessica: Most of the boys are stealing glances on my body, but there are boys who don't care if I caught their hungry look. The way they look at me makes me feel hot. They are undressing me with just their stares.

Host 2: Who are these boys? Do you know them?

Jessica: my male classmates, when I reached college, I noticed people started paying attention to me more. I know the reason why my body becomes more mature.

Host 2: Can you describe your body for our listeners out there?

Jessica: I was just a skinny kid in high school, when I hit puberty, I started to gain weight especially in the right places… my top uniform looks like it will bust open with how big my boobs are.

Host 1: every boy's fantasy: big boobs, the bigger the better!

Jessica: ever since my body matured. My male classmates started to treat me differently. They treat me like a princess, they offer me help whenever I need it. At first they looked at me with admiration… I started to get popular at school too.

Host 2: How many boys are trying to take you on a date?

Jessica: Laughs* even girls, what's to date me!

Host 1: How many boys have you hung out with?

Jessica: I usually hang out with my male classmates. They are fun to be around. They just always so clumsy that they always find a way to hit my boobs! Laughs*

Host 1: I would be clumsy too if I’m your classmate!

Host 2: What do you feel when they hit your boobs?

Jessica: I-I don’t want to admit it but I like it. I like the “accidental” bumps on my boobs. I like when their hands randomly hit my boobs, some of them even rest in it for a few seconds. One time in class, my seatmate's hands sneakily moved his hands towards my boobs. When his hand is about to touch it, he seems to hesitate. What I did is move my boobs closer to his hand and tuck his arms under my armpit so that he can’t move it away.

Host 1: what happened after that?

Jessica: We didn't talk about it afterwards but I noticed he told our other classmates which I don’t mind. From then on, every day, a new boy sits beside me hoping to get the same experience.

Host 2: Did they get the same experience?

Jessica: It depends on their personalities, I like teasing the shy one. When I feel them looking at my boobs, I will occasionally fondle my boobs during calls to give them the perspective on how soft my boobs are. There are some who aim at my legs. I move my legs closer to them as an invitation. They would rest their hands on top of my thighs, some caressing it. I like it when they squeeze it and feel how soft my thighs are. When they are loud and arrogant, I put them in their place. I would slap their hands away when they tried to get a touch. I would turn the table. I’m the one who will reach out to their bulge, they always gasp at the moment of contact. I would caress their hard bulge until the class was over. They look funny when they are trying to hold their groans during class.

Host 1: That's it, that’s hot, it’s over.

Host 2: No No! She hasn't even told the good part.

Host 2: have you tried doing it with your classmates?

Jessica: Yes, I done it with some of them

Host 1: When was the first time you did it with them?

Jessica: I did with two of my classmates

Host 1: two??

Jessica: Yes, we had a threesome

Host 1: What did they do to convince you to have a threesome??

Jessica: It’s a long story… I found out that one of my male classmates has a crush on my other classmate. I don’t like the idea of losing some attention. The girl is pretty but doesn’t have a body like mine. I don’t even know what he saw on her.

Host 2: I-I don’t get it, can you tell more?

Jessica: At first, I tried to get the boy’s attention using my “charms,” but it had no effect on him. He just looks at them with no emotions. He’s a decent guy, he seems to focus on studying though. I feel miserable, I don’t think I can go back to being just a regular girl. I asked him to help me with my assignments. He said he can but he stays with me alone. He seems too respectful for his own good. I said he can bring along one of our classmates

Host 1: who he brings with him?

A message pops up on the corner of the screen. “Wanna go to Jeewon’s house?” The message made you stand up in your seat. You were playing in an Internet cafe along with your friends. “When can we go?” You replied. “Right now,” he said. You forgot that you're still online in your game as your friends are scolding you to play through. “Jeewon needs some help with our assignments,” he added. You’re not the brightest kid but you certainly will do anything to help your crush. You've been eyeing Jeewon ever since you became classmates. Her bubbly face lights up and makes everyone smile just seeing her while her body leaves every boy dry.

The two of you are now at the front door of her house. Eyes widened, Jeewon is wearing an almost see-through tank top that also exposed her white undergarments. Her lower half is exposed with only a white mini skirt covering her private parts. A lump forms in your throat. Jeewon is excited to welcome both of you to her house. She gives cold water as she sees the two of you sweating. The three of you knew it’s not because of the heat. After some chit chats, you found out that her mother is working overseas while her father left them. He left them while Jeewon was just old enough to remember her father’s face. Her mother swore to give Jeewon the life she deserves even without the help of her father.

Your crush is now leading you upstairs with her in front of you. You have a perfect angle to take a glimpse of her underwear. You did notice that the girl is smirking as she knows what she’s doing. She has a regular size room, with a study table facing the window. She took extra chairs so that the three of you can study together. Sitting on her right side, the girl is in between the two of you. Your classmate is a smart one, he’s the one who teaches Jeewon your previous lessons, she seems to listen intently. The study session has been going smoothly until it turns into something else.

Like what’s happening during your classes, Jeewon lets you caress her boobs while her hands caress your classmates' thighs. The smart boy acts oblivious to what's happening. This made Jeewon mad, she knows that she needs to do more to get the boy’s attention. The three of you looking at the notes that your friend is writing as Jeewon’s pet falls randomly. “Let me get th- “ you offer to get her pen but the girl is already kneeling to get it. She is now kneeling underneath her table in between the two of you. The girl looks at the two of you waiting for a reaction. The time seems frozen as Jeewon puts her two hands in each of your bulges. The sight of her kneeling while her hands are on your bulge is more than enough to get turned on.

Jeewon is looking at the smart boys’ eyes while slowly peeling his shorts down, waiting for the boy to turn her down. But he didn’t, The girl smirks as she knows that she has the boy in her finger tips. His shorts are on his ankles, the girl is now looking at the stretched underwear of your classmate. “Let me help you with that,” she said giggling. She lowered down the underwear of the boy as her hard cock springs up. Jeewon touches the hard cock, giving a few strokes before shifting her attention onto you. You can’t even wait for her to undress you. You lower your own shorts to reveal your hard cock as well. She laughs at your eagerness, now holding the two cock in front of her. She strokes the cock in the same rhythm, while shifting her eyes on the two cocks, thinking about which cock will he suck first?

Your face looks helpless as you can’t wait to get your dick sucked. Jeewon noticed that as she gave your cock a slow lick on your tip. You left out a moan with how her tongue felt on your cock. The girl moves to the other cock giving it the same lick. She moves her two hands on the boy while locking eye contact with him. Two hands on the shaft as her tongue swirls on his tip. You’re on the side waiting stroking your own meat. Seeing the popular girl slut herself out is not something you thought you would see today. The smart boy whose acting nonchalant is now breathing heavily. Jeewon puts his cock on her mouth as she slowly puts the cock deeper inside her. The boy put his hand on her head as he tried to push her head down. Jeewon instead pulled her head back not licking what the boy did. She gives him a warning stare as she turns to face your cock.

Jeewon grins widely as she sees how you stroke yourself while watching her. She likes it when people give her attention, especially the right “attention,” it turns her on. You are about to stop stroking it but she guides your hand to keep it in your cock as she goes down on your balls. The way she looks at you with glee while her tongue is actively exploring all sides of your balls makes you throwback your head in bliss. Jeewon chuckles as you can’t help but to leave out a long moan. She appreciates this honesty. She moves your hand out your cock as she puts your tip in her mouth. She licks your tip while it’s inside her mouth waiting for your next reaction. You’re trying not to moan again as you felt a bit embarrassed. She tried to break your composure as she bobbed her head fast, sucking half of your cock. She’s trying to suck your cock real fast to make it more sensitive,and sensitive it is. Her most movements made you moan in the rhythm of her bobbing. Jeewon is enjoying the look on your face, you look like a mess as you try to get a hold of yourself.

The other boy felt jealous, so he stood up to put his cock closer to the girl but Jeewon was too occupied with your cock. She sucks your cock for a moment before paying attention to the boy. She now stands up and invites the two of you to her bed. She instructs you to lay down while telling the other boy to eat her from behind. You are now in the center of the bed. Jeewon is kneeling between your legs as the other boy is seated behind her with his face in her ass. The girl pulls down her top revealing her huge boobs. You have touched her boobs multiple times but you are still surprised how big and soft looking they are. She holds your cock teasing it, slapping it against her soft boobs. The other boy is now licking her clit from behind. Jeewon twitched occasionally when the other boy was licking the right spots. She holds her two boobs on the side pressing your cock in between them. She spits multiple times on your cock and on her boobs lubricating your cock. She now started moving her boobs slowly making sure your cock felt every softness of her huge tits. Her huge tits made your cock disappear between them. Jeewon is not yet satisfied, she starts sucking the head of your cock while she keeps moving her boobs.

“Fuck me from behind,” you heard her instruct the other boy. The guy didn’t waste any time lining up his cock behind her. Jeewon moans while your cock is still inside her mouth. She was getting pushed forward with every thrust of the boy. Your cock keeps going in and out of her face as she keeps getting pushed forward. You took this opportunity to stand up the bed, lining your cock horizontally in her mouth. She gives you a look as a go signal that you can start moving as well. The school slut is now getting fuck in her two holes at the same time. Jeewon’s body gets pushed front and backward as you’re alternately thrust in her holes. The girl is now a mess and she gets stimulated by double penetration. The other boy holds her hips in place as he starts to pound her harder. This just made Jeewon sucks your cock even deeper as she’s now getting fucked fast. You catches the others guy rhythm and now fucking her on the mouth as well, from alternating thrust to a unison. You now both get deeper in both of her holes at the same time. Jeewon's eyes turned white as she didn’t expect to get put in this submissive position. Her only plan was to seduce the other guy to have a crush on her not to your other classmates but things escalated quickly. She now has her mouth and her slit getting stretched open at the same time. The other boy seems fucking her at thr more rapid face paced as he is about to bust. Jeewon notices this as she removes your cock in her mouth to tell the boy to cum inside her. A low moan escaped her mouth as she felt the warm cum get purred inside her. The boy pulls his cock out as he sits on the side of the bed, Jeewon lays down her back as she takes a breather.

“It’s your turn,” the lying girl said. You quickly move between her legs as she spreads her logs in front of you. The cum on her slit drips out as you put your cock inside her. Jeewon gasps as another cock is deep within her. Her slits are making a quacking sound every time you pound her, evident in how wet she is. Her wet slit made you pound on her even more. Her boobs sways with each thrust, she moans every time you hit your cock deeper. The girl you have a crush on looks unrecognizable with how messy she looks, she breathes hastily as he gets pounded, her eyes looks lost in the bliss as the only thing in her mind is to get fucked. You hold on both of her boobs while you pound her at a faster pace. Your hands sink down on her soft boobs by grabbing them hard. She also puts her two fingers on her mouth as she misses the stimulation your cock has done. The other boy notices this and offers her own cock on her. He moved on the side of her head as Jeewon put the cock in her mouth. Your hips move faster as you’re also near your orgasm. The sound of flesh colliding can be heard as you’re now pounding her deeper with every thrust. “fu-fuck,” you can’t hold it anymore as you cum inside her.

Host 1: damn! That’s hot!

Host 2: I know our listeners felt hot with that one!

Host 1: I don’t need to see the online poll. I just knew everyone would find that hot!

Host 1: thank you for sharing one of your wildest experiences!

Host 2: We will certainly invite you for another episode of our podcast!

Jessica: Sure! I can share the time I did it with my teacher!

Host 1 and 2: you did what?!

#kpop smut #reader smut #cignature smut #jeewon smut #Jeewon x reader

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✧˖*°࿐ Love Letters | d.m

Draco Malfoy x f!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Draco tries to find the girl who sends him love letters, unaware to the fact that it’s you.

W/C: 1.5k

Draco’s fingers traced over the writing on the pink envelope once again. His mind was not able to rest as he tried to piece together who left the note on his bedside in the middle of the night. Delicately opening it once more, he reread the words inside;

Draco,

I hope you can learn to see yourself the way that I see you, with love and acceptance. You are what makes everyday worth it. Constellations are named after you, and each day I can’t help but to be thankful for the sun breathing on you once more. You are my light.

He carefully closed the envelope and placed it inside his bag. ‘They like me.’ the boy thought to himself, ‘someone actually likes me.’

It’s not that the boy was a stranger when it comes to love, but never once has he been perceived as something more than what he truly is. He’s always been Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy throne, son of Lucius, and most importantly a Slytherin. For this reason, he constantly rejected any advances that came from the female students around him. While his rejections came off as rude and cold-hearted, the other students failed to see that Draco, just like everyone else around him, was human too. He was scared of being hurt by the one feeling that he craved the most.

The walk to class was almost unbearable, he couldn’t stop thinking about the letter. He wanted to know the poet behind those beautiful words, the ones that kept repeating over and over in his head as he tried stirring potions or taking notes. You are what makes everyday worth it. He became hyper aware of his surroundings, assuming that he would know when he sees her, but he failed to realize that she was not someone that could be so easily spotted. She came exactly when you needed her to, not by desire alone.

—-

“Draco,” his friend Blaise called to him, “focus.”

“Oh, right.” Draco replied, trying to get his thoughts together as he walked back to his seat. It was the middle of the school week and his mind was only getting more crowded with the thoughts of her. As he sat back down, his friends swarmed him with questions as to what it was that he smelled in his amortentia, assuming that this would be the first step to finding her.

“I can’t describe it.” He sighed, running a hand through his platinum hair in defeat. “She has me going crazy and I don’t even know her.”

“Well,” Pansy spoke up, “I suggest maybe moving on? I mean, if she wants to be anonymous it may be for a reason. Plus, you have hundreds of other girls that would kill to be with you, Draco. Maybe try your luck somewhere else.” She flashed him a sincere smile before going in to hold his hand, but her efforts were cut short as the boy suddenly stood up.

“I don’t want to be with anyone unless it’s her.” He sneered, shaking his head as he turned around and started heading straight to the door. He said a hushed goodbye to his friends before exiting into the crowded hall.

Why couldn’t his friends see that he didn’t want anyone else? He didn’t care about her wealth, status, or looks, all that he wanted was someone that could love him in full. Love him in a way that can’t be tamed, a love that lives long after they do. This was something that he knew he wasn’t going to find any time soon, for as long as he was at Hogwarts he could only be Draco Malfoy.

His hopes were on her.

He walked through the hall, pushing through students that stood in his way as he asserted dominance with a ray of confidence and high ego. Students glared at him but none had the guts to say anything, this fear that Draco instilled was not one that was going to go away any time soon. It was one that he brought upon himself and now had to live with. Somewhere in between his daydreams and the crowded corridor, he felt someone bump into him. Their shoulders collided as his books fell to the floor. The stranger mumbled a quick apology before running off.

In the midst of his anger, he froze. He smelt it. That same scent that clouded him only a few minutes before. There it was, it was her, but just as quickly as he smelled it, she was gone. Only seeing her hair as she turned at the corner of the hallway.

He quickly got up and chased after her, pushing and shoving anyone that got in his way. This was his chance, he was finally going to meet the girl that’s been making him mad, the one that he’s been dreaming of. His heart was pounding as he ran faster and faster down the hall, students staring at him in confusion as he was passing them by, quills and journals flying out of his bag – but he didn't care, he couldn’t let her get away.

Once he turned the corner, he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sensation of defeat. His heart crushed as he stared into the empty hallway.

—-

Two weeks have passed since the day that Draco and her collided. He sat in his bed, holding a brand new letter. The same shade of pink as the one before, with the handwriting that he’s fallen in love with.

“Draco,

I’m sorry for not writing to you. I’ve been thinking of you every day, and I just can’t bear to keep dreaming of you without letting you know that I’m sorry for bumping into you in the hallway. The truth is, I’m scared, Draco.

I’m scared you aren’t going to like me for who I am. I’m scared that writing to you was a mistake. I’m scared that the only way you will ever see me is through these letters. I see you every day, why can’t you see me?

You’re always in my heart, shining above me every night, my constellation. If we remain strangers forever, just know that I’ve never come to love someone like how I love you.”

He was getting restless. Constant possibilities of who it could be running through him, he even considered the possibility that this could be a prank, but no amount of doubt could prevent him from finding her, his hope overpowered all the fear that he had.

Draco sat up once more and started getting ready for dinner. Brushing his hair and straightening out his tie, he needed to look presentable for the off chance that he could be meeting her today.

He headed down into the Great Hall and that’s when he saw it. A pink envelope in the hands of a girl he’s never talked to, but not just any girl, it was you.

He shouted out into the void, but he wasn’t quick enough. “Hey wait!” he called out, as you quickly grabbed your things and ran off once more. He couldn’t see you like this, it wasn’t the right time. Your face flushed red as you ran, your breathing quickening as your legs started to grow tired, but you could not let him find you.

Draco chased after you, he was only a few feet behind but with enough determination you knew you could lose him. As you sprinted through the maze of halls, you started to grow light headed, you knew that if you didn’t stop soon you would faint.

But it’s not the right time

You stopped in front of a random classroom, rushing to open the door before he could catch up to you, but it was too late. He crashed into you, both of you falling to the ground with a loud thump, his hands landing on either sides of you as you laid in between him.

He finally found you.

“Who are you?” He asked, not wasting any more time to get to know the girl who stole his heart. You stared into his eyes, feeling a frog in your throat as you mustered up the courage to finally talk to him.

“M-my name is (Y/N).” You whispered, neither of you breaking eye contact. He smiled, grabbing hold of your hands as he went to pick you both up. You were both nervous, too scared of saying the wrong things, but wanting to say them all regardless.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, looking at you with a face full of love and adoration, “I’m Draco.”

He brushed your hair with his fingers and went to pat the dust off your shoulders. You didn’t know what to say or do, but you didn’t have to.

This was the right time.

“Come along then (Y/N),” Draco smiled, interlocking his hand in yours before leading you back down to the Great Hall, “we have a lot of catching up to do.”

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