Eepy-writer - Chaos Gremlin

"i wanna show you off"

🕸️ ₊ ˖ ་. “kissin’ and hope they caught us, whether they like or not” - Kinktober Day 3

paring: art director!namjoon x museum curator!fem!reader

genre: smut, very very slight fluff

tags/warnings: exhibitionism, oral sex (m. receiving), hard!dom joon, subby!bratty reader, brat tamer!joon, breeding, enemies to lovers beat, unprotected sex, degradation, slight praise? asshole!joon, rough sex, hate fucking, hair pulling, marking, public fucking, humiliation, fingering, panty stuffing, spitting, both of you are mean, you’re too pretty joon hates that shit, use of the word bitch, terribly insanely big dick namjoon, the creamiest of pies 💗 this is just disgusting.

synopsis: everyone around the museum knows their two bosses despise each other. while you and namjoon see eye to eye on practically nothing, you both know one thing: you absolutely can’t stand him unless he’s drilling himself into you.

word count: 2.1k (i was too invested sorry)

a conflict between you and your boss had broken out just about anywhere. whether it was in front of newest monthly exhibit or at the coffee cart that resided in the food court. you couldn’t even stand near him for too long without getting irritated. everyone likes to call it a facade. behind the heated arguments, nasty jabs at each other, and the stubborn nature, it was also no secret to the rest of the staff that their bosses were fucking. everyone knew the art curator was getting stretched out by the art director.

it was something the other female interns and employees only dreamed of. whereas all it took was namjoon despising you for him to grab you by a fistful of your hair and drag you onto your knees. if anything namjoon always chose spots that would purposely get you caught. while you held your head high and mighty around the museum, calling the shots and managing his employees, he liked to remind them who was really running the show. this is how you always found yourself with a face full of kim namjoon’s dick.

your nose was poking his pelvis as his heavy cock bottomed out inside of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat violently while tears were streaming down your pretty little face. “i like you better like this, full of dick so i can’t hear that nagging ass mouth.” he grunted, keeping his hands locked behind your head, forcing you to bob on his girthy length, your spit and drool trickling down a few inches away from the sculpture the two of you were hiding behind. “you only shut up when you got something to slobber on right?” no response. “answer me.”

he grabbed you by your hair and jerked your head back, watching your gasp for air. your usual put together business attire look was disheveled and fucked out, a way in which only namjoon ever saw you. “fuck you.” was all you had to say. his tongue poked at his cheek and nodded his head. he peaked over the head of the exquisite statue you were behind, hoping to see someone coming so they’d see you sloppy and dumb you looked.

you were being pushed back down on him, dick once again hitting your tight, sore throat ruthlessly. “fuckin’ slut, you love swallowing this dick up, that’s why you can’t keep that mouth shut.” his eyes fixated on the way you followed his movements, gulping down his length while he fucked your mouth. he didn’t understand you. you hated him so much but always ate his dick like it would be your last meal.

a few more thrusts into that wet, cozy mouth until he was pulling out, a string of saliva following from your mouth to the tip of his throbbing cock head. he held your head back and you already knew to stick that tongue out and wait for his release. you were needy though, conditioned and seasoned for him. it was something he forced into your head a long time ago. so when he took himself in his hand, pumping and slapping his dick across your face, it was no surprise that you were still trying to take him in your mouth.

“funny how you don’t put this much effort into your work. must only be good for taking me right baby?”he grinned cockily. he pumped himself in his hand until he was finishing on your face, hot seed coating your fucked out face and giving you a pretty facial. “bet you’ll finish that exhibit when i tell you to than mouthing off next time.”

still swollen and throbbing, he took the tip of his cock and smeared his sticky seed across your cheeks and lips, hardening back up when he saw you licking him off of your lips. your makeup was ruined, mascara and blush mixing with his cum, yet you still managed to look better than any art piece here. that’s what he hated about you the most, you were so fucking gorgeous. especially with your lips around his cock.

“i’ll finish it when i want. what are you gonna do? fire the only cocksleeve you have?”

then he was reminded once again why he hated you.

if your mouth wasn’t full, then your pussy was, up against his desk inside of the transparent glass box that he had for an office.

when you didn’t show up for a meeting the next day, namjoon made sure to shoot you a text, telling you to bring an extra pair of clothes. he was an asshole yes, but the man wasn’t downright evil. you wouldn’t know why he sent the text until you were in his office, panties dragged down your thighs and your body sprawled out over his desk. you had been fucked here plenty of times, at night that was, when it was dark and the museum was silent. never in the middle of the day where everything could be seen through the glass windows that had his name and titled engraved on them in gold. everything including the two long fingers that he was forcing inside of your tight folds. this side of the hallway wasn’t busy, however anyone passing by could hear your prominent squeals and the squelching sound of your sweet pussy, that was if they weren’t looking straight through the glass to see namjoon hitting your cervix with his digits.

“next time show up, then i wouldn’t have to show everyone how much a useless whore you are.” you clenched around his fingers, clawing at the expensive wood of his desk as your slick was dripping down his fingers and into his palm. “oh you like that huh? everyone seeing how much of a needy bitch you are? wanted my attention so badly to where you skipped a meeting.” he smirked, deep dimples popping out.

“joonie, im sorry–” you cried, hands reaching behind you to grab at him. “i– mmffph, fuck–” you mewled as he pushed them deeper, curling them so they repeatedly hit that sweet mushy spot of your cervix. since he didn’t let you grab into him you were now clawing at the wood of his desk. it was sure to leave a mark. “i’m sorry, next time–” your breathing picked up as you were met with him pushing your back down with his hand to deepen your arch. “next time i’ll be there, i promise it’s my job too and i promise.” you drunkenly babbled. you were so close to spilling over his fingers when he had abruptly pulled his fingers back, you whined and groaned as he came to the front of the desk, seeing your cute little pouty face shoved down on his desk.

namjoon chuckled, voice registering low “riiiight, as if i’ll believe a bitch who just wants to cum. you’re fucking useless.” his fingers took a firm grip on your cheeks, squishing them together as he took the fingers that were just in your hole, smearing your juices all over your lips and shoving his fingers into your warm mouth and making you suck them clean. “say it baby, tell me you’re useless.”

“oh and you think you aren’t? only thing you’re good for is making me cum.” you spat back at him. “fuck me or i’m leaving and you won’t taste this pussy again.” he wasn’t buying any of that shit. your pussy was his, only for him, and well everyone who peered through that glass saw it clearly. too late to give it up now. he knew you weren’t stupid though, if you knew what’s best for you then you’d keep giving up pussy when he wanted it. just like the sweet cocksleeve you were.

often times when you were working late after the museum was closed, he fucked you up against elegant pieces, right under the security cameras, giving them a little show of his pretty fleshlight.

namjoon lifted you up, all of his strength carrying you with ease. your back slammed into the painting on the wall and both of you wondered how it was still in tact. you were too deep into your kiss to care anyways, sucking each others faces off while your hands ripped and pulled off your clothing. he ripped your blouse open and took his kisses lower, marking up your neck and chest so you’d have something to show off the next day.

“fucking hate you–” he grunted, sucking and biting marks into your skin. his hips were grinding into yours, your mouth falling open and moans escaping when you felt his rock hard bulge prodding at your pussy. “can’t stand you and that pretty ass face, this perfect fucking body– i fucking hate you.”

“fuck me then, wanna see how much you hate me.” you said, breath short from how he was working you right now.

he did just that, pulling his belt loose and shoving his pants down. his dick sprung up from his briefs, finally sighing in relief that the restraint was gone. your pussy was already oozing when he was aligning his tip with your entrance. he dragged his cockhead from your puffy clit to your hole, gathering your wetness on his dick. he didn’t give you a warning after teasing. he slammed his hips up into you, the entirety of his dick filling you up easily, at this angle you could feel him in your organs. “oh my fuck– joon!” you screamed out while violently clenching your folds around his girth. your eyes rolled back when he started moving, picking up his speed while stretching you out more. “right there– fuck right there right there!” you cried out, chanting over and over. you threw your arms around his neck, bringing him in for another wet kiss.

“right there baby?” he rutted into you harshly again, hitting your sweet spot and making your toes curl inside of your dangling heels. “hm? or right there?” he grasped your hips and slammed your body down on him this time. you could feel his veins dragging against your tight walls, it all consumed you at once, both your overwhelming hate for this man and his heavy dick. “what’s the matter love? too much for you? too big isn’t it, never had no dick like this huh?”

“no– n-never!”

“ah,” he chuckled. “that’s why you piss me off. felt this dick once and been craving it since. hate me all you want, can’t hate this dick though princess.” his lips locked with yours again, forcing his tongue into your mouth while he fucked into your soaking hole with no remorse. “my cute little curator, my princess, my pussy.” he said against your lips, looking up into the security cameras as he rutted into you. he knew those horny fucks were watching. he wasn’t stingy with you though. a girl like you was meant to be shared. he loved that they could see how wet you got for him, how you’d clench around him and mewl out sonnets of his name. he wanted everyone to know this was his, his personal fucktoy that he could fuck anywhere he wanted in this place.

you wanted them to know too, the both of you staring up into the security cameras, making the three watch guards gulp. both of your movements got nastier, with you grinding yourself on his cock and him still fucking up into you. your hands fell from his neck, instead holding your own thighs up now so he could go deeper in you. “fucking tease go ahead, show that pussy off.” he ripped the remaining buttons off of your blouse, unclamping the hook of your bra that resided in the front. he smirked again, showing off your breasts. he pinched at your nipples and grabbed at the mounds, rolling them around in his hands.

“nut in me, wanna show them the baby we just made too.” namjoon rocked into you a few more times, cock twitching and finally spilling inside of you. your orgasm joined his as your cunt clenched hard around him before releasing and mixing your juices. once he lifted you up and held you against the wall, you both watched his seed drop out of you. namjoon had an idea, taking your dangling panties from around your ankle and balling them up. he stuffed the lacy ball into your pussy to plug you up with his seed.

“there. they can come clean the rest up.” he snickered. “now get on your knees and show ‘em how you clean my dick up. maybe i’ll buy you a pill if i’m feeling nice.”

not only would he be showing you off then, in a few months he’d be showing off a cute little family that he made with his art curator that he hated oh so much.

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·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊the boys thinking you’re the sweetest thing on this earth and can do no harm. namjoon has a few words to say about that.

TAGS — spit kink (mentioned), choking, reader gets (lightly) slapped, degradation, creampies, unprotected sex (duh)

WORD COUNT — 1.8 k

"Where's y/n?" Hoseok asks over the loud music as he takes a glass from the server offering everyone drinks.

Everyone's gathered for the pre-release party Hoseok's hosting. It's barely kicking off and the crowd is getting more and more wilder. Hoseok had gone to talk with his band mates when he noticed something off. You weren't there, and wherever Namjoon went you did too. It was strange.

"That's what I said." Seokjin pipes up as he takes a sip from his drink, "Is she coming later?"

"Nah." Namjoon checks his phone for any messages from you, "I left her at home because she wasn't feeling too good. Probably a stomach bug or something." He shrugs it off like nothing.

Hoseok makes a noise of agreement, "She probably been hanging out with Yoongi too much." He jokes softly, "Yoongi got a fever and couldn't make it either."

Namjoon's phone lights up and he excuses himself to take the call some place else where it isn't loud. "Hello? Baby?" He says as he ducks into the nearest hallway.

"Just calling to remind you to take it easy on the drinking. Oh and I sent a gift for Hoseok in the trunk of the car."

"I know, I know," he leans against the wall with a soft chuckle, "you feeling any better?" He smirks.

".... You're a jerk. Can't believe you," you laugh on the other side of the line, "you knew I was looking forward to Hobi's party."

Namjoon bursts out laughing as he looks behind him to see if anyone's in the hallway with him, "Nahh you were the one begging for more baby, you dug your own grave now lie in it." He lazily drawls out.

"Ugh whatever, have fun baby I'll see you when you come home. Stay safe."

"Alright, bye baby." Namjoon smiles as he hangs up and heads back. "Sorry, it was y/n. She sent a gift for you, it's in the trunk of the car you wanna come with?"

Hoseok smiles apologetically at Namjoon, "Yeah," he pats him on the shoulder and walks with the younger, "hope she feels better soon Joon."

"Nah she'll be okay Seok, she's bummed out she couldn't make it. She was looking forward to this for a week." Namjoon wraps a arm around Hoseok's shoulder as they walk out of the party together. "Told me to tell you she loves you."

"You ass," Hoseok laughs, "how the hell did you get so lucky with such a sweetheart like her? What am I doing wrong?"

Namjoon shrugs as he presses the button to the elevators, "You can start off with the shoes," he snickers, "have you been hanging out with Jungkook too much? Shit looks like you're getting ready to walk through snow or some shit."

"Fuck you." Hoseok laughs as he steps into the elevator, "They suit my outfit, you're just jealous."

"Yeah, pass on them stompers." Namjoon rolls his eyes and presses the garage.

Before the doors close Jungkook's tattooed hand comes into view as he steps in, panting like he just ran (most likely did) all the way there. Hoseok and Namjoon look at him crazy and shake their heads because that's Jungkook for you.

"I was alone," Jungkook says, "Min with his friend and Tae's talking to someone else too. Where are you guys going?"

"y/n sent a gift for me, it's in her car and Namjoon invited me to come get it with him." Hoseok says as he eyes Jungkook, "Don't drink too much if you're driving later." He warns.

They talk some more in the elevator and make their way into the garage where Namjoon parked the car. "Tell her I said thank you once again, I'll take something to your house later." Hoseok softly says as he watches Namjoon open the trunk.

"It's no big deal Hobi, you already know how she is." Namjoon smiles back and lets Hoseok look at his gift.

"I want a gift from y/n too," Jungkook whines as he stares at the big box with a black and white bow wrapping around it, " 's not fair. You get to have her all day let me hang out with her for a day."

Namjoon snorts, "What are you five?" He says as he shakes his head and leans back against the car. "Nobody, not even you Jungkook, can have my sweetheart."

Hoseok laughs, "Look at you all whipped and shit, you really lucked out with her. You got stuck with an angel." He teases as he opens his box, Jungkook cooing in amazement as he leans close to get a view at the present.

Namjoon chuckles to himself under his breath as he looks to the side, "Yeah, angel." He smirks.

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"Mmm," your body shudders in delight when Namjoon bottoms out in one go.

You feel stuffed, your cunt is full of Namjoon's cock and slick dribbles down the sides and down your inner thighs. Namjoon has your thighs pinned back on your body as your knees bend and feet dangle in the air. He's watching the way his cock looks every time he bottoms out balls deep.

"You like that baby?" He mumbles in that deep voice of his, "Slutty pussy stuffed with my cock?" To emphasize his words he snaps his hips upward in a deep body roll that leaves your mouth watering.

You nod slowly, "Mm-hm," it comes out a little high-pitched as you reach down to stroke over your swollen clit, "can feel you so deep inside me baby.. want you to stuff me full of your cum."

Namjoon grunts softly and leans down to press gentle little kisses on your lips. "Yeah?" He whispers softly as he stares into your eyes, "What else baby? C'mon, talk to me."

You're a little shy when he stares at you like that but a sudden rush of boldness courses through you. "Sometimes–ahhn–I think about how it would feel like if you choked me," you softly admit as more moans poured from your lips, "wanna feel your big hands wrap around me and–mmm..!–squeeze." You arch your back when his cockhead brushes against your g-spot.

Namjoon's eyes darken at the words, never in a million years did he think a sweet thing like you would want him to do nasty things like this. He sets his hands on the curve of your hips and thrusts a little more forcefully, "Baby wants to get choked?" He licks his lips, "What else? Tell me everything your filthy little mind thinks of."

He fucks you faster, building rhythm as his thighs smack into your ass. "Call me your dirty slut, want you to tell me how filthy I am.." you whimper as your tits bounce in tandem with his thrusts, "spit in my mouth and call me your good girl."

Namjoon growls lowly, "Fuck.." he closes his eyes and shudders at the mere thought of fucking you like that.

You don't stop there, "Slap me Joonie, I'm all yours." You say as you pout a little and reach for his hand that is on your hip, "All yours.." you mumble and take his finger into your mouth as you suck on the digit.

He completely switches, forgetting he was just trying to hear you dirty talk. He yanks his hand away and grabs your chin roughly as he plows into you at a punishing pace, "Here I thought you were my sweet girl, turns out you’re nothing but a little whore who wants to be slapped around like one. Is that what you want baby? You want me to slap you around and spit on you like the useless cumdump you are?”

You cry out from the way his hips slap into yours, the pleasure hits you hard and it leaves you boneless on the bed. “Y..es..!”

“I can’t hear you.” Namjoon growls and lightly slaps your chin a couple times.

“Yes!” You whine and arch your back.

Namjoon suddenly pulls out as he flips you on to your front. He twists his hand in your hair and yanks it back with a strong grip. One that makes you ache pleasantly. “Lucky this pussy is so good to me, you’re nothing but a fleshlight to use. I have no need for you apart from that,” he says as he slips back and thrusts harshly. “wonder how people would react if they knew the world’s so called sweetheart liked it sloppy and nasty? I wouldn’t put it past me you if you wanted a whole audience to come and see the kind of person you are.”

He emphasizes “kind of person you are” with a set of hard thrusts that send you rocking front to back on his cock. “This what you wanted?” He rasps out.

You can’t answer, only garbled moans and whines escape your lips as you drool. “Open up,” he speaks up as he pushes two fingers past your lips.

You’re too fucked out to comprehend, eyes slipping shut as your eyes water. You choke around his fingers and reach up to grip his wrist as spit and drool runs down your chin. Muffled whimpers and moans fill the room along with sloppy slurping noises. Namjoon’s enjoying this a little too much.

“That’s right baby, get ‘em nice and wet for me.” He whispers as he rolls his hips. He’s not going to lie, this little power play you guys got going on is making his cock twitch with interest. He can feel his stomach coil in pleasure as he gets close to his orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Namjoon’s hips stutter and he presses deep against the curve of your soft plush ass.

His fingers slip out of your mouth and you gasp in relief. You clench tightly around his cock, causing him to cry out as his hands grip your waist tightly. “C-Cum… in me.” You whimper out and rock your hips back on to his.

Namjoon steadies you as he fucks into your sopping pussy a couple more times before he cums hard. His cock throbs deep inside of you, a long groan leaving his lips as he relaxes and loosens his hold on you. You reach below to rub your clit slowly and inch towards your sweet orgasm. It comes in slow waves, your body shudders as you close your eyes and quietly moan into the pillow.

You both stay like that for a bit, harsh panting and soft mumbles filling the room as the high comes down. You didn’t think he had it in him to be this degrading..

“Can’t walk.” You mumble.

“I can see that.” Namjoon grunts as he pats your ass, “Shit I gotta get ready.” He says when he sees the time on the clock. He knows for sure you aren’t going, by the looks of it you looked like you got the train ran on you.

i wanna eat him

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