Cherrysoulth - Cherry Soulth

NAMJOONED IN THE FOREST

💕Pairing: Namjoon x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, hidden relationship 

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1609

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

I can't believe I missed to post this 😭 it was supposed to be out 2 Mondays ago 😭😭😭😭😭

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“Girl, I was home half an hour ago. Couldn’t you have told me this then?” you say after almost ten minutes on the phone with one of your friends who made the cut for BTS+Army in the Soop, while lying on a picnic blanket. The floor is soft with the greenery of the forest and the tall trees covering you from the summer sun. The view at this height is spectacular and there is nowhere else you want to be at this exact moment. Especially not to do what is being requested. “No, I’m not going to. Not right now at least. Don’t make me swear–Bitch, I’m in the middle of nowhere. Do I draw the fucking tofu? J-Hope is in house two, he didn’t go out with the others. I’m sure–” Namjoon’s dragon eyes set on you, then his hand moves from your goosebumped arm, where he had been drawing caresses, to the strap of your dress. Sliding slowly in between the thin fabric and your collarbone, his eyes move to the phone, where you can hear your friend spiralling about going to talk to Hoseok. “Calm down, he’s not going to eat you for going to talk to–Shhh. Oh my god, don’t say that!” you speak, trying to placate her nerves but suddenly Namjoon’s hand darts from your skin to the phone and grabs it, ending the call. Then he places it at his side of the blanket behind him and pulls both your hands above your head while straddling you.

He bends his upper body to kiss you with the fierceness of a man starved. His lips wrap yours making you respond with the same intensity and his taste hits your brain making you feral. You contort your legs out of the cage built by his thick and muscular ones, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him down to meet his hips with yours. The grunt he lets out over your lips prickles your senses and the moment he abdicates to your movement, you notice the full length of his hard on against your pelvic bone. He nibbles at your lower lip and lets out a second grunt that sends a shiver through your whole body and concentrates its electricity right where your bodies are connected. 

The way your breath falters and you want to mewl, brings you to the realisation that you’ve never been turned on this quickly in your life. He retakes the kiss with the same hunger and grinds against you. The intense rub against your receptive bud makes you drip in your panties, finally letting out a moan against his mouth. Encouraged by your music, he rubs against you again and takes hold of your wrists with only one of his big hands. His lips travel from kisses on your cheek to the crook of your neck, where he savours you, making you moan softly again. 

His free hand finds its way to the hem of your blue dress and slightly pulls it up. He then  sneaks his hand up your thigh and explores the band of your underwear. With a chuckled hum, he slides his fingers in between your skin and the elastic to partially pull them down; giving access to your bare rear. He grasps the flesh in a handful while ravenously nibbling and grinding again. 

“Please…” you whine, moving your hips up with want. He grunts and sucks on your throat with more intensity and you are sure he is leaving a mark at this point. “Please…” you mumble, completely lost on the his hips carve into you. If he was inside of you, he’d be making you scream, and he seems to be eager to make that happen. The hand playing stress-ball with your buttock moves to your abdomen as he rises to his knees. He pulls your deep green panties down your legs, never letting go of your wrists. “Let me.” you ask him, eyes moving from his face to his hand’s new location over the laces of his grey sweatpants. 

He lets go of you and you move to your knees to get face to face, putting your hands on his nape, dragging your fingers on his short hair while aiming for a kiss that he receives enthusiastically. The way you slide your hands under his ribs, his back, and then the waistband of those pants has him pressing his body to yours, in need of friction. Your hands slide in and you grab his cheeks, only adding to his grinding. Then you move them to his sides, sliding the piece of clothing to his thighs and having to lower your body to get them down to his knees,  finding yourself face to face with his member. 

Without thinking twice, you take him in your mouth causing him to gasp,  losing balance for a second, your hands steady on his hips as you bob your head for the first time. “Fuck…!” he groans and you invigorate in your ways; separating to the tip and licking circles as you hold him between your lips. The spit of his precum over your tongue makes you introduce him back in fully, head  trespassing against your vocal cords. When you pull away to catch your breath, he doesn’t allow you to take him back in, scooping your chin up. “No…” he whispers breathless and then unexpectedly reaches behind you managing to make you turn around. “Can I?” he asks, pulling up your dress almost to your bare core. 

“Yes-Yes, please.” you plead for him to take you in that position. Instead, after hearing your acceptance, he pushes your upper body down to the blanket. Placing the dress to rest on your back, he grabs you by the hips and his mouth meets your core. 

At first, you are shocked but his tongue drawing art on your core makes you forget about anything else. You moan to his circles and leaps over your bud. “God!” you cry once you feel the orgasm getting near but he stops abruptly and you pull yourself up to look at him in wonder, finding him stroking himself as he reaches from something at the left pocket of his trousers. 

The pinkish rubber wrapping around his length makes you relax and smile at him. One of his hands pulls you from the hip and holds you as his tip meets your entrance but impatience wins on your side when you move backwards with your knees and hips, pushing him in faster than he expected. The take in your depths with that suddenness breaks on his self-control and he uses both his hands on your hips to push in until the intrusion makes your walls hold him. Your breath hitches but when he pulls partly out and fills back in, feeling his swollen balls against your clit, you let out a strangled cry.

“Fuck! Did I hurt you?” he says, leaning forward to hug you and starting to pull out. You push backwards again with such intent he falls sitting on his legs and you on his lap where he hugs you. “I’m sorry,” he apologises, planting a kiss on your head that you turn into a make out session the moment you tilt your head searching for his lips.

You lap-dance on his dick, rolling your hips as the kiss deepens, and he pushes forward to kneel again. Holding you with one hand over your left breast and the other snaking down to draw circles against your nub,  he starts pounding in you until he gets a pace. He then stops both stimulations and makes you lean again, rolling his hips on you so well you give in to moan with every thrust. The way he makes you feel draws a smile on your lips even with how busy your throat is responding to his ministrations and he adds more by rubbing your clit again when he feels you are getting closer.

The rush of adrenaline, the pleasure wave making your toes curl, makes you giggle when it’s past its peak and Namjoon also chuckles before pushing you down on your stomach to fuck you relentless to reach his own ecstasy. “Gosh… you’re so wet… Fuck!” he grunts nibbling on your earlobe and then your shoulder. The way your walls are sensitive to the railing starts to build a new orgasm, that makes you instinctively roll your ass up against him, to take him even deeper. 

“Namjoon… I–” To the sound of his name something in him sinks and he suddenly grunts, spurting his essence, one white rope after the other as he keeps the pace. It’s his sound too that sends you over another lightning orgasm, walls pulsating over his shaft before he pulls out. Breaths are ragged as he falls to your side but still, he’s gentle enough to pull down your dress to cover you before he pulls up his sweats. A second after you start laughing, so does he. “Let’s go for a walk, huh?” you mock him playfully and laugh again, making him smile and chuckle in response. “You definitely Namjooned me…” you insinuate, and this time it’s his throaty laugh that proceeds. 

“Hey, but look at the view…” he says, pulling you to his body so you can hug him before you look at your surroundings. The power of nature sinks in like the fresh air and it makes you smile widely at him once your eyes meet again. “I didn’t trick you completely…” he jokes, gifting a dimpled smile before something vibrates at one side of the blanket, causing you both to look. It’s your friend again.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know your thoughts and reblog to let it spread 😊 See you soon! ~

Thanks for the beta @moonleeai. You are an angel 💜

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💕Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Smut, Alternative relationships, University AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 5762

⚠️chapter warnings: Smut, explicit smut, Bondage (dominant-sub dinamics, spanking, semi-public sex, voyeur.) Non-sexual dominance.

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble across this work? Glad you're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

This is a paralel one-shot to a comming series The library (when I finish one of the 7 in master list.)

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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While the professor pulled the upper board down to keep writing, you saw a phone sneak over your shoulder with the screen on. Shifting your sight from your notes, you took a glance at it and had to suppress a scream. The giggle that escaped your friend’s throat and blasted in your head to make you do exactly the same, as she hid her phone away, was the snitch of your mischief.

He turned around and his dark beautiful doe eyes fixed on you. Eyebrow warning for a required silence, then he went back to writing and you bit your lower lip, nervously. Then a little ball of paper passed over your head and landed on your desk.

‘Let’s meet up after the classes.’ The clear and almost calligraphic hangul belonged to Yoongi. You looked behind with an eyebrow raised before picking your phone to write in it. He’d messaged you the exact same phrase but you had been too focused, then distracted, to acknowledge it.

As you typed the emoji, a shadow towered over your desk and took the light coming from the ceiling. You stopped typing straight away but you dragged your eyes from his thighs and crotch until you met your teacher’s eyes. 

“A word.” he demanded and moved away walking towards the door as you stood from your place to walk there too. He waited with the door open for you to step outside and then locked the door behind himself. He then looked at each side of the hallway before pushing your back against the wall next to the door, towering you with his whole body. “Such a good student with such bad behaviour,” he whispered and then tisk-tisked his tongue, which made your skin crawl and your slick wet immediately. If it was Yoongi you would have fallen obediently to your knees after that sound. Mr. Jeon leaned towards your ear, “Thank the fact that we are in the middle of a lesson.” The smirk you felt on his words, made your cheeks turn red and you moisturized your lips with the tip of your tongue. His scent, the warmth of his body, and the way his position was only a threat of what he could be doing; it made your breath hitch. “Let’s go back inside and I hope you stay off your phone for the rest of the class. I don’t care that he’s the genius of the university basketball team, I can still kick his ass out of class for disturbing it,” he said, standing completely straight and making distance, not looking at you.

You didn’t even have time to compose yourself from your arousal, he simply slid the door making the room go quiet and walked to the board, waiting in silence for you to take your seat. 

You made your way in, eyes not meeting Yoongi’s, whose stare you could feel like flames licking over your skin. You knew your cheeks were slightly pink and, that, he most certainly would notice. He noticed details other’s couldn’t. Bridges, voids, anything in a person’s character and actions; how they interacted with others or how they behaved when they thought they weren’t being watched. He was able to read through those little details to judge who he was dealing with. The same went down on the court and he had his gestures, stares and moves to make his team move with him when he saw his chances with the other team. They called him ace as much as they called him genius. 

You could feel his eyes on you as you sat down in your place but you never gave the stare back because if he knew what you and the teacher had going on, even with the character of what you had with him, he would most probably end things with you. 

Jungkook boxed, you could see him through your window in his living room, on the next building one floor above, but Yoongi's mind was scarier than muscles. You didn't really know what his reaction could be since he really seemed to act like you were more than sexual partners.

The arrangement was only on that aspect, but the way he treated you when he didn’t have you sitting on his cock without moving as he studied; told you he was at least very comfortable spending time with you. Comfortable when he fucked you against one of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his room, risking being seen by someone outside. Comfortable as he dragged ice cubes over your body, letting the cubes slide between your ass cheeks to watch the melting water drip over your lower lips as you lay on your tummy, a pawn to the casualty of his behavior.

Maybe it was all just your imagination. He had extraordinary control over himself and that was the reason why you trusted him to do non-ordinary sexual practices. Because, how could you trust someone to control you if they didn’t have control over themselves? Yoongi wasn’t sadistic but loved bondage and the adrenaline in the risk of being caught. All with a very calm attitude, so he was simply your match. 

Analysing how popular the whole BDSM thing had become from not so well done novelistic material, one had to be careful on detecting predators in disguise of dominants. Not that you practised anything extreme, but things could get ugly if you chose the first  instead of the second, because those would not respect your limits or your will. Thankfully, you knew what to ask and how to act to find out exactly what you were dealing with. So, the first time he suggested tying you to his bed you easily discussed the dynamics. Next time after that, he simply respected what you had previously arranged. 

Just the day before he had played like a sneaky boyfriend. It wasn’t like you had previously planned it but the role play had come up very naturally. The way he entered the only-woman building like nothing and got to your floor undetected was exciting, even for you. 

You had opened the door and acted like you were going to close it on him, but with some muscle he kept the door still, even when you tried to push it, without really putting an effort to do so. Then he slithered into your room, closing the door behind himself and locked it from the inside. 

“Yoongi, I want to study. Can you leave?” If someone had heard you, they would have believed it, but he knew by the way you put the lid to your pen over your notebook and how you pushed your five wheeled office chair near the table that you were preparing for his next move. 

He got closer to you and tried to grab you by the waist before a little smirk appeared when you moved away from him. Your serious face would tell him you really wanted him gone but he knew better for how you were getting closer to the bed as you ‘fed’ him. He then walked closer again.

“Why so grumpy?” he questioned, taking his time with the steps that led him to you. You raised your eyes and he knew by your silence the bet was up. “Uh…” he murmured and got closer, pulling you towards his body. 

“Stop.” you complained, trying to pull away. He then pushed you towards the bed on your back and hovered over you starting to tickle the skin just below your ribs.

“Let’s change that pouty face,” he said as you started to fill the room with giggles. You tried to fight him off but he held your wrists at the sides of your head and you simply surrendered to his will. His teeth pulling your lower lip towards him, was only the beginning of what happened next.

You couldn’t even remember how you had managed to finish your subject and follow your study plan after the way he had fucked you into oblivion. You could still feel his teeth on you, the nibbles and the full mouth pressings. He had left one single hickey on your hip because you hadn’t played the way he wanted you to. Your groin was still kind of sore from his rough thrusts during missionary but in the moment you had simply touched the sky. 

Your phone had only buzzed two times, expected from Yoongi, who wouldn’t be insistent when it came to talking. Still, you didn’t dare to look behind you. Then a small piece of paper fell onto your table. 

‘Why did the teacher only call you out? He saw me with my phone too.’ He had written down. This one you couldn’t ignore. You looked at Mr. Jeon, who was still writing down and proceeded to reply.

‘I don’t know, mr. SuGa.’ That was kind of mean but you didn’t want to continue any kind of conversation. Even less if it was leading to what you thought. You folded the three finger sized paper back and put your hand over your shoulder for your friend to pass it to him. “Yoongi,” you whispered as the professor started speaking. The paper marched its way back. Seconds later it fell on your table again, perfectly basketed in your pencil case. You frowned automatically and made sure you hadn’t been caught.

‘He gives zero fucks about my team position, like most teachers. You know that already. What has he told you that you came back looking like you’d been complimented more than scolded?’ He had done his writing in a very tiny typo so you couldn’t excuse yourself with a short answer. To Jungkook, it looked like you were taking notes when he turned around to check on his class planning notebook.

‘He told me I am a good student and that I shouldn’t let boys interfere with that.’ You couldn’t tell him the truth. The paper did another travel and a new one was basketed in your case again. You turned to look at him and he was touching the corners of his lips as he gave you a glare from above but went back to taking notes.

‘Was that all?’ You felt his eyes on you again, or you were at least sure he was staring. You felt the pressure of a lie, but what were you supposed to tell him? 

‘What happens if it wasn’t?’ you wrote and made the paper do the trip. 

‘Depends. Especially when I know he wants in my pussy.’ his note said when you opened it and looked at the back. His lettering was sharp where he had marked ‘my’.

‘What makes you think that?’ You passed the paper to your friend. Unfortunately, Jungkook raised his eyes from the books and caught the moment your hand lowered when your friend took the note. 

“Miss Nam, what is that you have in your mouth?” wondered Mr. Jeon, straightening his back and looking at her properly. 

“No-Nothing.” Your friend's voice sounded kind of raspy and your eyes bulged when you realised what she’d done. 

“I hope the transgression doesn't cause you indigestion.” he said, loud enough for the whole class to hear as he turned around. You wanted to slide down from your chair and let the floor swallow you. 

The ten minutes left of class went on quietly but as soon as Jungkook dismissed you all, Reema made sure to pull you with her out of the class and out of both men's grasp, taking you to the nearest bathroom. 

“I can’t fucking believe you have both the hot teacher and the basketball ace wanting a piece of you,” she said after checking the bathroom stalls were empty. “Well… the last one got it but… Hot teacher? Hmmm…” she growled and rolled her eyes up to her forehead. The image she was showing you during class was a sneaky one she took from the window of your room when your curtains were technically closed. He was taking off his shirt after boxing and his perfectly muscled chest showed over his grey sweat pants. “Have you had sex with him?” she suddenly wondered. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod… HAVE YOU?” she started spiralling.

“Haven’t seen any more than you have, unfortunately…” you responded. 

“What then?” She sat on the counter and a girl entered to use the stall. 

“The guy is hot as hell. He caught me touching myself this one time,” you whispered getting closer to her. “And he gave me orders through a message as he watched from his flat.” She shrieked in excitement. “Shhh!” you scolded. 

“What else?” she wondered. The girl came out of the stall and looked at you before washing her hands with a slight blush on her cheeks since you were positioned in between your friend’s legs and very close to her face. The two of you scrunch your nose with a smirk as the girl left. “We are lesbis now.” she pronounced and you raised your shoulders not giving a damn before both of you bursted on laughter. “So what else?” 

“He might have watched me and Yoongi fuck in my room last night.” you said, remembering that you had had the curtains open the whole time and how you would have sworn Jungkook’s curtains moved at some point. Her eyes bulged and she covered her mouth from an astonished smile.

The next thing she did was ask for details, which you gave her because it seemed like there had been quite a lot to catch up ever since she had been back home with her parents for the semester break. 

As you two walked around speaking from A to Z you ended up in front of the gym. She pulled you in and made you sit on one of the bleachers. Yoongi was quick to spot you and give you a knowing look. One of the boys gave him a look while nodding with a smirk but he ended it by giving the guy a menacing stare, making him move out of the way and focus on the game immediately. 

There you checked your phone when you felt it vibrate.

You replied to Mr. Jeon while your friend looked from your side and giggled. There was a moment you didn't notice Yoongi staring up at you as you were on your phone but as soon as the training finished, he walked up the bleachers and lowered his upper body to yours, then whispered in your ear. 

"Let's go to my apartment when I'm done," he said and you suddenly remembered your conversation. You moved to meet his eyes that were sharp and dark.

"Ok. I'll wait until you're done." you whispered back. Then he bowed to you both and left.

"I mean… I totally get why both but… Girl… You've just arranged two meetings with very little time difference. Do you wanna end up in a wheelchair?" she wondered putting a hand over her chest faking to be astonished. You laughed at her comment but knew the two plans were impossible to achieve together.

"I'll have to cancel the tutoring…" you said as if you were sad.

"Oh c'mon…" she pouted. "Girl, I would rather fuck Mr. Jeon than the player… have you seen his chest? How big he his? I'm betting my ass that everything on him is big," she added shamelessly. The idea made you press your thighs together but you only giggled to her before daydreaming for a second. 

By the way his muscles flexed when he punched the bag and how easily he did his push ups, you thought his stamina would probably be very good. The image of him holding your waist and slamming his  against it, made your slick drop a bit in your panties. It would be hard to cancel. 

"Do you want us to accompany you on our way to the apartment?" you asked as you saw Yoongi get out with his sports bag on one shoulder. You had to recognise how cool he was, over anything else. Your friend nodded. 

You dropped her off at your building and left with Yoongi towards his, at the other side of the university. During the walk you could tell he was slightly tense but he didn’t say a thing about whatever was on his mind. He just walked coolly, with a straight posture and eyes fixed to the front. Until you decided to not leave it there. You suddenly moved to face him and stared straight in his eyes as he stopped. 

“What?” he wondered. You felt the slight pissed off tone on his question.

“What is going on?” you asked, completely oblivious to the nature of his mood.

“What do you mean?” he decided to ask a question instead of replying, in hopes that you would leave the subject alone.

“You are pissed.” you confirmed, but he didn’t change his expression. “I wanna know why.”

“Ok…” he replied, nodding his head and finally letting his expression change to a much sharper and darker look. “Are you fucking Mr. Jeon, Rue?” The fact that he used your name instead of ‘angel’ stung a little, even if you didn’t know why.

“No.” you answered. ‘Not yet.’ your mind betrayed.

“You don’t need to lie, you know. This thing we have is supposed to be based on trust. If you just lie you are not respecting it-” he began talking.

“What makes you think I’m lying?” you fought back. He raised a brow, disliking the attitude. “I’m not lying. I haven’t fucked him, I don’t need to lie about that.” you said, more calmly. 

“You just want to, then.” he didn’t ask, it was the confirmation of a thought. You suddenly felt wrong about it. “I’m not shaming you, hell knows I’m the last one to judge this stuff, but I just need you to be sincere about it. Do you want to be with him?” 

“I don’t think I’m following you.” you muttered blankly.

“Do you want to date him? Only, him.” he explained.

“No. I mean, that’s not the nature of whatever is going on between me and the teacher.” you explained.

“What is it then? I’m merely curious.” he clarified. 

“Are you really comfortable talking about this?” you wondered, astonished by how cool he was taking the whole thing.

“Yes, I’m not particularly insecure to be jealous or feel threatened. Also, we haven’t talked about not having other partners, so I can’t really complain. I just don’t like being played with or lied to.” he pointed out.

“Oh… Well, in that case. I don’t know. It was this one time he caught me masturbating in my room…” he frowned. “I mean, his living room has views of my room and-”

“Wait. What?” he wondered with a smirk. “Does this mean he could have seen us yesterday?” he chuckled.

“Cool, uh? I think he did.” Yoongi smirked again. “So, basically he told me to look at him and slow down. As I did, he watched while leaning over the glass of his window,” you explained. “It was hot.”

“It is hot,” he confirmed. “So, the teacher likes to watch…?” he gave you a naughty look.

“Uh oh…”

“Is he home?” he asked and you nodded.  “Let’s go to your room then.” he pulled you towards his body. “We are not behaving. I’m sneaking in."

He did just that, he walked past the bedroom’s guard as you distracted her with needing a spare pen and then you walked to the staircase where he was waiting. He entered your room calmly, just as he had done the day before and you walked straight to the window to see if Mr. Jeon was matching with the sandbag, without a shirt on. When he stopped and let himself fall on his hands to start doing lift ups, you got slightly distracted. Suddenly Yoongi came from behind and pressed your body with his against the glass. 

“Do you like the view?” he whispered in your ear as he pressed your lower body further with his. 

“Yes, master.” His dick twitched against your asscheeks while your thoughts started clouding with want for it. He let you go suddenly and grabbing you by the nape he led you to the bed. 

“Lie in the middle of it and don’t move,” he ordered. Then started to look for something in your room. He came back with four scarves and started tying you by wrists and ankles to the bed. “Remember your safe word,” he warned before doing the last knot. Then he grabbed his phone and dialled while getting near the window, leaning an elbow in it and looking at the working teacher. Suddenly Jungkook stopped and stood to pick up something from the sofa next to him. Yoongi put the call on speaker just in the moment the other person replied. 

“Min Yoongi-sii, how may I help you?” the teacher replied.

“Look down. There’s something you might want to see.” he explained before hanging up. 

Jungkook only took a second to gaze down to your room and then they exchanged looks before Yoongi dropped his phone and took off his jacket that allowed the white t-shirt to display his well built chest. 

He then walked to the edge of the bed calmly and crawled up to your knees before pulling your skirt up to expose your prune lace panties and then did the same with your loose fitted t-shirt to expose the matching bra. He didn’t look up again because he knew that Jungkook wouldn’t take his eyes away, but you did and he was leaning against the crystal with his sweaty chest and the grey sweatpants, the image that made your walls contract around nothing. 

Yoongi placed two fingers against your lips and you obediently opened your mouth but instead of introducing them in the wet cavity, he slid them down from the chin to your throat. Then he opened his hand to rest it over it, before he looked up to Jungkook with a smirk. You didn’t even tense, trusting whatever he wanted to do would not trespass your boundaries. You shifted your eyes from him to the teacher and saw him tense up but you simply relaxed, looking back at your master. Yoongi continued his way down between your breasts and grasped the centre of your bra, ripping it off to free your breasts.

“Hey!” you complained. He raised an eyebrow.

“Behave. Second warning.” he said, staring straight into your eyes. You knew exactly where the first fault had been. 

He then peeled off the fabric to reveal your breasts. Without warning he pinched and pulled both nipples with the index and the thumb of both hands before leaning over to nibble around them, making you have to hold the moans. One of his rules was silence unless you were told the opposite. His luscious mouth was making it very difficult for you, for the way his wet and precise tongue kept on playing around but forgot the erected pebbles that screamed for attention. 

Then, biting at each side of your lower ribs he put the cherry on top by giving one single and strong lick to each side. The mess between your legs was leaving your underwear ready to be discarded. He looked straight at it as if he had read your mind but it was more likely that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. His smirk confirmed that it was exactly what he expected but the way he put down your skirt to cover it, almost made you want to pull on your restraints. 

He then stood and untied you from the bed calmly. As if the voluptuous bulge on his pants wasn’t bothering him at all. He sat at the end of the bed and you waited patiently for his next order.

“Come here,” he ordered and patted his thigh as he placed himself further backwards. You knew exactly what he wanted and it was a thing that you found to be humiliating but at the same time a major turn on. So you obeyed. Sitting down on one of his thighs you started humping on it and he simply let his upper body fall over the bed with his hands behind his head as he watched you doing so.

The friction played a part in your arousal and it leaked onto his denim making him smirk. You couldn’t really know since the fabric of your core was soaked but for that same reason you expected it to happen. 

You started rolling your hips harder to increase the contact, knowing that was what he liked you to do but suddenly your own pleasure betrayed your closeness to an orgasm with the sound of a throated moan.

"Stop." Yoongi raised his upper body. "Get off me." The third strike was counted and you obeyed. "On your fours over the bed." You obeyed that one too and he was quick to pull your skirt up and panties down. "I want you to count." He then placed himself behind you on his knees over the bed and a spank was heard before it stung on your right cheek. It was measured but still stung.

"One…" you whispered. Another landed.

"Louder." He ordered mildly.

"Two." you spoke normally. Another followed another and so until the seventh time when his phone rang and he simply stood, walking to pick it up. 

"Uh… Professor interrupts." You had almost forgotten he was watching and suddenly felt self-conscious of your image, societal shame refraining you from looking at him.

"Stop that shit." You heard Jungkook on the speaker. 

"No. That's her punishment for not following the rules. Now if you excuse me," he pronounced before hanging up and leaving the phone in the exact same place. You felt the mattress take some weight before he pressed his crotch against your core and allowed his upper body against your back, reaching to grab your wrists. Then he rocked his hips, making your whole body bounce, forward and backward as you kept your position against him. Your dripping cavity screaming to be filled by the hardness you felt against it. "You'll be a good girl and take the rest of the punishment, right, angel?" His hot breath against your ear as he whispered raised your whole body in goosebumps. 

"Yes, master." you replied, needy for what you thought would come after. Right then he moved away and you contained a complaining moan. The next spank was softer, as if he had lost his interest in the subject and the last two came quickly after, still, you knew your cheeks were red. 

He caressed them softly and let his hands slide down your thighs to where the panties were still stuck and patted you to step out of them, sliding them down to your ankles and then he walked around to get near your face. He showed them to you and you saw the dampness of it had turned the centre darker. He placed them on top of the headboard before walking back to the end of the bed again and then the silence was made. 

It felt like an eternity, in which you knew that turning back from the position he wanted you to be in, in full surrender, would mean another punishment. He suddenly pulled you by your feet and twisted you to get you on your back then hovered over you pinning his pelvis to yours as he leaned over your body. The shape of his member drawing over the fabric to your skin. 

With most of his body over yours he leaned on his elbows at the sides of your shoulders and looked at you in the eye.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Angel?” he questioned raising an eyebrow, his low husky tone making you scream internally. 

“Yes, please.” you said with a thread of voice. Your vocal cords felt soft under his influence, as if your muscles and nervous system were only up to feel him. He left a low growl before allowing his soft lips over yours, a slow kiss went on crescendo until his tongue darted through your lips and with it his hips plunged against yours, making your breath hitch with his wave.  

“Sing for me, Angel.” he whispered between kisses that slid down your chin and he buried his head on the croak of your neck, keeping the motion of his hips against yours. Your core was yearning for the presence rubbing against it over and over, until your moans turned into whimpers of need. A hand slid down in between your bodies and you heard him unbuckle a button before he pulled down his fly. 

The touch of his plump head against your sensitive folds, made you hold your breath and the way he bared his teeth against your throat as he pushed in, made you lose your mind. The man knew how to make himself unforgettable. How to make your body respond to his, the exact way he wanted it to. And as his hips kept on rolling against yours, caging his dick between your walls whilst picking up a pace, you could only mewl and feel him. No thoughts, just him and how your bodies connected. 

He knew exactly how to push your buttons and with ease, when he knew you were close to ecstasy, he pulled one of your thighs up to have a better hold and angling precisely he sped up, making you almost scream as the orgasm made your whole being set off fireworks. The release of it, making you giggle a little bit which he matched, still against your throat. 

In that position, you finally looked over to the teacher. He was leaning with his head against the glass and one forearm above his head, holding his weight, staring at the image in front of him. Both of you looked gorgeous like that. He thought he'd never be attracted to a couple but it was the both of you in that scenario that made his hardened dick twitch in his pants. 

The way you submitted to Yoongi, knowing you for someone with personality and character, fascinated him. And you looked beautifully tempted, with rose cheeks and lusty eyes. He loved the vision of your nakedness under Yoongi. How your bodies were still connected, even if he couldn't really see it. 

Yoongi looked gorgeous too with his new undercut and the orange dye that made his loose threads add to his feline gaze. His body was toned and it looked flexed in that position. He looked like a tiger over a submitting tigress. Beautiful. 

Your eyes went from delineating his beautiful features to his torso and straight up to the bulge in his sweatpants. 

Your eyes met Yoongi as he pulled out and you felt the cold air against your wet core and your moist body. He pumped himself a couple times, using your juices before he stood from the bed again. 

Then he pulled you by the ankles and made you turn once you reached the end of the bed. Without much of a warning he pushed himself back in again and pounded you gripping on your hips. 

From your position with your head tilted to the side over the mattress's covers as he pounded, you could see him tilt his head to look at the other man that was taking part of the action without being able to participate. The smirk on his face turned into a pleasure face, biting his lower lip, as he picked up a pace. 

He suddenly put a hand over your head and you felt him pull you by the hair. You followed his motion, raising your upper body to a standing position while his hips sped up as he kept his hold on you. Your vocal cords singing the tones he wanted to hear, your walls taking the friction to pull you to your next elevated state. 

Suddenly he stopped and you tried to look at him, only for him to tilt his head towards the teacher's direction. Jungkook was panting as he didn't miss a detail, but his free hand was now inside one of his pockets as he gripped himself up and down his length. Your walls clenched around Yoongi's cock in response and he smirked. 

Yoongi then freed you and pulled out, leaving you with bulged eyes staring at him as he made  his way to the window. Jungkook had stopped moving and was following him. Yoongi gave him a mocking smirk and pulled the curtains closed very calmly, taking his time to swing them from the two ends of the room. 

Jungkook's eyes bulged too and that was the last thing you saw him doing before Yoongi came back, only lit by the light coming from the window behind you that was a floor-to-ceiling window with opaque glass. 

He then put the hand that had previously been in your hair, over your throat and the other on your hip as he paced it back to speed, almost making your moans turn into screams. 

He covered your mouth in the exact moment your orgasm hit you and kept his rhythm through it, making tears drip down your cheeks and a throaty laughter reach his palm. 

A low growl escaped his throat the first time his pace stopped and he gave deep and slow thrusts as he emptied deep inside of you. He let out a longer growl at his last and then chuckled from pure satisfaction. 

When he pulled out, you felt his seed drip down to the sheets but you fell on your rear over them, not giving a damn. Not having strength to keep standing. 

A knock on the door interrupted the moment of bliss but you still answered with a good mood. 

"Who's there? I'm busy."

"I can tell. May I come in?" Jungkook asked on the other side. 

"The door is unlocked." you replied, suddenly realising the fact. 

He opened the door and entered, closing it and locking it behind himself. You initially thought his hair was wet from sweat but the clean black sweatpants and how ragged his breathing was even if he was remarkably good at keeping his composure, told you he had hit the shower quickly and rushed to you. Making you scream internally. 

His head fell backwards against the surface of the door as he took you both in under the dim light. 

"I want to join." he said, lowering an octave. 

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Birthday king (3/?) 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

big man

very big

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Day 54 of 2023 ❤️

JHOPE 221228 ICN Airport Departure

STAN TWITTER

💕Pairing: Seokjin x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, Long time relationship

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1862

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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Namjoon opens the door of the dorm for you to enter quickly after you ring, he was getting ready to leave putting on his shoes and one is behind him, away from its partner on the tiles mismatching the elevated wooden floor. He looks towards the corridor before he sits down to finish his task, eyebrows raised in a warning look meant for you to know what the situation is. His shoelaces are tied at the same time you place your shoes on the guest spot, having put on the slipers you had left in their house for your common visits and you can tell he is in a rush for how he avoids the small talk, and simply says goodbye before leaving.

You know exactly where Jin is; in his room, and also that he is edging moody by his texts, although you can’t yet figure out why. That was the main reason why you decided to go see him after a frantic day at the office, driving through the city while dictating to your phone voice system what needed to be organised for your next day’s schedule. Easing him felt more important than taking a rest inside the inviting purple sheets of your bed, in your little and cosy apartment. After all, he always tries his best to not show negative emotions that could upset the people he cares about; it is just fair that you pay him the attention that he deserves. 

You lie next to him when you find him on his belly over the bed, holding his upper weight in his forearms as he checks his phone, at the end of it. His dark blue pyjamas contrast with the white duvet covering the bed and you take in the sight of him. A new Balenciaga you have never seen on him before but that looks just as good on him as any other piece of clothing. 

He looks at you tilting his head when you imitate his position, elbows at the end of the bed, one of them touching his and opening your stan twitter too, you kiss his shoulder when he looks at his phone again. Your twitter time-line is full of posts of him and you know he has given a glance to it because he chuckles, showing his pearls in between his hydrated full lips.

“You’re kind of obsessed with me, uh?” he says confidently, making you eye him sideways immediately. “I’m handsome, I get it.” he says with his particular wind-shield laughter, then shies out to his own words.

“What if I am? What will you do anyway?” you tell him in a mocking tone, meant to be a joke, keeping your eyes on the screen this time.

Suddenly, you feel his hand at the back of your thigh, trailing up under the purple skirt and you become immediately immobile, allowing him. His fingers take the curve btween your thigh and bittocks, slowly, and rubs them on your covered slit. His touch is teasing at the beginning, distractedly, while he acts as if he isn’t doing anything at all but then, they slide lower to rub your bud with an expert touch, knowing exactly what you like. His movements are followed by your gasp and his gaze falls on you, where he seems to take it as an invitation because the second after he is on top of you, making you feel his hardness on your sweet cheeks and hugging you from behind, kissing the back of your head as you try to keep your position and not give in to his weight. 

Kissing your shoulder and neck, he doesn’t say a word and you only respond to his pampering with little sighs, caressing his silky black hair by putting a hand up his nape. His upper weight finally buries you in the bed when he moves his hands to feel your breasts, massaging them as he rolls his hips against the place between your cheeks and your core, motivating a throaty moan that triggers him.

He stands with one knee at each side of your hips, still leaving his warmth imprinted in your sensitive skin, and you hear the rustle of clothes before you see his shirt fly over your head. You turn slightly to enjoy the view of his bare chest but when his hands go to the hem of his bottoms and he looks at you raising an eyebrow, you turn your head resting your chin over the edge of the bed, shying out. It only makes him chuckle again but doesn’t say a word, although you can guess what has gone through your mind. ‘Glad to fill that ego, love.’ you think.

You feel his digits on your waist as he reaches for the edge of your plain black crop top, to remove it with a little struggle, before making it fly next to his piece of clothing. Their warmth and careful touch moving underneath your skirt as he pulls the panties down to your ankles, moving to the top of the bed with his knees; only to throw them too. With his main obstacles gone, he leans over you again, putting his legs between yours making you part them to give him room and you feel his velvety hardness slide through the inner side of your thighs, when he positions himself closer to your body. 

You spread wider and roll your hips up, knowing exactly what is coming for you. You feel his tip as he pushes it past your already wet entrance, as if you were touching it with your hands, feeling every little detail of his form while he stretches your inner muscles with its thickness. He amends his position by placing his forearms closer to yours and you allow your forehead to meet the mattress, while trying to breathe as you keep feeling every inch of him being pushed inside of you. It feels like he is going to split you. Every single time. But feeling him like that is addictive.

After the initial struggle, when he is fully in, he starts moving and you swear an “Oh god,” in a strangled breath. His thrusts are slow, curated, letting you adjust to his bare and warm member. You can’t avoid gasping a moan when one of his hands clasps on your hip to push further in, making sure you are taking as much of him as you can. 

“Jin…” you mutter, after moaning through the back of your nostrils, hands gripping on white knuckles to the duvet.

“I just… I love how you feel.” he whispers in your ear, letting the need of you breathe out his tone. Then he pulls out and you complain with a low whine, looking behind to see him move to his knees on your sides again. He places a hand on your waist and pushes, indicating you to turn around to what you obey in a mess of relocating legs; moving one knee first, then the other, to place them between your legs as you turn. He then leans forward silently, looking at you in a way you have only seen counted times. Blinded by the lust, he pushes himself inside of you, fiercely, and you moan with the back of your throat without opening your mouth, hands pressing on his back to try to hold a grip to your sanity. 

He is already breathless, letting air in and out of his lungs frantically while he puts his arms underneath your shoulders to hug you, starting to pound. 

“Jin…” you mutter between his thrusts, making him slow down. “Are you… ok?” you question.

“I just missed you…” he replies, burying his head in the crook of your neck, while pushing himself deeper with a grunt, again. You drag your nails through his back making him groan in pain but it only motivates him to redirect his thrusts, to hit your spot.

He kisses you as if he wants to retain something from you in himself and you melt on him, allowing him to keep with his agonising pace, wrapping your legs around his waist as the sound of flesh against flesh fills the room. His lips go through your throat to the other side, marking a hickey in it; only for this one, to be cloned over and over until reaching your collarbones. 

There he rubs his nose, making you aware of his gaze from underneath your chin, until he pushes himself deep again, towering over you with his broad shoulders and making you scream his name. One of his big hands clasps over one of your thighs to assure his target, pressing his abdomen to yours, making you feel his strength. Making you close your eyes, lost in the pleasure.

There is no way to define time or how many times he has thrust inside of you, as it all feels somehow out of time-space. The two of you, a mess of moans, grunts and growls between the sounds of flesh and the wetness of sex. Really pouring yourselves in the fine act. 

You feel the orgasm build but when it hits you, it is unexpected. He acknowledges it with his own body by the way your walls grip and contract around him like a vice; the way a high pitched moan escapes your throat and the extra wetness against his pelvis. He doesn’t stop there, making sure to keep you in place as he keeps thrusting in such a way, when the pitch of the orgasm is over, a new one starts to build up.

"Jin!" you mewled, trying to push him off, feeling as if to die if another one hits you but it only makes him allow his weight over yours; chest against chest, only his hips doing the work. "Jin!" you plead but he keeps it going, using both hands to pull yours above your head, holding your wrists with only one and using the other to hold part of his weight.

"Just.. let me… please… you…" he says in between grunts. His sounds, his skin, his smell and the way his hips angle perfectly, details you'd missed by trying to fight him, all hit you at the same time. So does the orgasm. 

This time you bite his shoulder, trying not to scream for the whole neighbourhood and he goes off of you, spilling over your belly with a grunt. Holding himself above you with one arm, he pumps the rest of it as those sexy sounds keep escaping his throat. His closed eyes and the expression of pleasure, and exhaustion in his face, make you smile idiotically.

"Forgot… your king sized… condoms." you mutter in between breaths, as he falls next to you, letting out a little giggle. He only laughs tiredly as he leans forward to pick up some napkins from his nightstand, to clean you up. 

"I'm sorry." he says, pecking you lovingly. "I just really missed you." he adds while trying to bin the paper balls from his position, before leaning over to give you a breathy kiss. But all he’s done, tells you it is not just that.

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A/N: I'm restarting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.

I hope you enjoyed this bit of Seokjin 🤭 Let me know your thoughts. See you soon! ~

Thank you @abitjess for the beta 😊💜