Oh How I Need Myself A Taehyung

oh how i need myself a taehyung

“Begging already?” 

taehyung x reader/oc genre: fluff word count: 1.7K 

a/n: Hi lovelies! Long time no see :) I got a nightmare before christmas version of the game operation and this idea came to mind... I wrote the majority of it back in august and am now randomly deciding to post. If anyone even cares!!! I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Thunder rumbled quietly outside as the candlelight illuminated the kitchen, and while the power outage may have helped Taehyung set the mood, you determined he had a charming ability to make any scenario feel romantic. The room was bathed in warm, flickering, golden hues, the low lighting casting shadows across Taehyung’s handsome face, revealing his features only in small glimpses as he shifted around the childrens game positioned in front of you both. Your boyfriend would have been a 19th century romantic writer’s dream, his bone structure providing an air of austerity while his sweet heart doled out love onto every living thing in his vicinity. The ultimate muse. 

His freshly dyed blonde hair was too enticing for you to resist reaching out and brushing your fingers through the soft strands. He leaned into the touch, despite the tweezers reaching in for a plastic spider within Oogie Boogie’s burlap body. While out and about a couple weeks ago, you and Taehyung came across a Nightmare Before Christmas edition of the classic Operation game. Instead of collecting various bones from the man’s body, you were tasked with digging bugs and other creepy items out of the movie villain’s burlap form. 

“You’re gonna make me mess up,” Taehyung complained halfheartedly, looking up at you from underneath the gold metal rim of his glasses.Truly swoonworthy. You were seated cross-legged on top of the counter, admiring the way Taehyung’s forearms rested against the granite as he leaned over the game board. Flashing him a smile, you watched as his own lips curved upward before turning his attention back to the game. 

You were supposed to be on a date tonight, the dinner reservations made last week. When the storm, followed by the power outage, struck, Taehyung quickly adjusted. He pulled together every candle within the apartment and put them all in the kitchen, stating that “the kitchen is the most romantic room in the house”. Whether you believed that prior to his comment or not, you were now convinced. Who were you to argue with an expert in romance? People wrote great romantic novels about him, after all. 

It had been at least fifteen years since either of you had played Operation, and memory had led you both to believe the game was much more challenging than it really was. Taehyung successfully removed the spider and placed it to the side of the board, restarting his collection after two rounds of play already. Neither of you had failed an operation yet, causing for a very un-suspenseful game. 

“I remember this being a lot more difficult when I was six,” you smiled, Taehyung chuckling as he transferred the removal tool to you. Placing his palm on your knee cap, he squeezed gently before swiping his thumb along your thigh. 

His tongue poked out before grazing over his bottom lip, lingering for a moment until his mouth spread into a stunning smile. “We could make it more exciting,” he suggested flirtatiously. Pulling your eyebrows together, you watched as mischief flashed across his pretty eyes. “Every time one of us misses, we take something off.” 

“What, like strip Operation?” You snorted, massaging the roots of his hair. Taehyung wore an expression of pure excitement, eyes wide, beam wider. It was cruel, and enchanting, how he could use that innocent charm in sinful ways. “Fine,” you agreed with a smirk, pulling your hand from his hair and turning your attention to the board. Easily, you removed the bat and placed it on top of the counter, defiant in your refusal to give him what he wanted. 

Meeting Taehyung’s eyes, you found his features positioned into a disappointed pout. “Looks like your plan has been foiled,” you smiled in amusement, Taehyung taking the tweezers from you. “We literally haven’t missed—” 

You were cut off by the sound of Oogie Boogie yelling about people fishing around in his body, startling you as your eyes darted to the board to see it lit up with failure. 

“Oh, shoot,” Taehyung said teasingly, tsking at himself. In the next moment, with a smirk planted on his annoyingly pretty face, he reached for the shirt at the nape of his neck and tugged it over his head, leaving him beautifully topless. “Your turn,” he smirked teasingly, and for a moment you damn near tugged your own shirt off before you remembered there was a game in play. It wasn’t Operation that you were suddenly determined to win, but rather the game of desire versus desire that you did not want to lose. Taehyung had always been the king of self control and making him lose his composure was always the sweetest victory. It was magical, the moment he’d snap, witnessing him beg. 

Biting back your amusement, you leaned into the board and began your attempt to remove the snake that Taehyung failed to. With his eyes on your task, you snuck a glance at his shoulders just barely highlighted in the candle’s flickering. He was sturdy and broad, but somehow still delicate, and the orange flame enhanced the tan he had gotten on his recent work trips, the Spanish beaches suiting him well. His eyes lifted to meet yours, snapping you back to the game as you concealed a knowing smile at being caught staring. 

Shifting focus, you ignored his cocky chuckle. “This is one of the easiest pieces, you loser,” you teased, feigning obliviousness to his strategic loss. As you slowly pulled the piece out of the game board, Taehyung suddenly squeezed your thigh with a loud shout that purposefully made you jump in start. The tweezers hit the metal siding, sending Oogie Boogie into a fit, alerting you that you had failed the operation. 

Clutching at your chest, you huffed. “Foul play!” You complained to Taeyung as he smiled impishly at you, his tongue tucked slightly between his teeth as he celebrated his small win. Biting back your own amusement, you picked up the sheet of paper with the game rules and started studying them with fake seriousness. 

“What are you looking at?” He craned his neck, attempting to peek over at the rules. 

Pulling it out of his view, your lips lifted into a smirk. “I’m looking for what it says about your supposed lover cheating to get you naked,” you informed him, noting the scoff that escaped his lips. “Surely I get a redo or something.” 

An adorable chuckle fell from Taehyung’s soft lips, your heart squeezing at the sound. “No, I’m pretty sure a fail is a fail,” he defended his conniving ways. Shooting him a glare, he giggled a little more. “What’s it say?” He nodded at the rule sheet with a charming lift of his eyebrow. 

“Turns out strip Operation isn’t a real game,” you forced a frown. 

“I’m shocked,” he played along, his eyes widening to emphasize his acting. 

“Yeah, it says that taking your clothes off during play is an inappropriate way to enjoy this board game made for six year olds,” you cocked your head to the side, Taehyung smiling brightly at you, lifting his eyebrows playfully. 

“Really?” He smirked, his gaze glancing down your body, eyeing the oversized sweatshirt that pooled slightly at the tops of your thighs. “I think getting you out of that top is perfectly appropriate.” 

On second thought, the great romance writers of the 1800s wouldn’t have known what to do with Taehyung. You’d like to see Anne Elliot try to resist the man standing in front of you. 

“The game makers disagree,” you told him, though your hands traveled to the hem of the shirt, your fingers toying with the material. “This top?” His eyes lingered on your fingertips, anticipating your next move. His silence, the lack of a comeback, is what gave away how he barely held onto his restraint. The wick of one of the candles popped, the flame flickering across Taehyung’s face to reveal the way hunger had etched its way into his features. These moments, where you held him in the palm of your hand, made the desire to tease him burn inside your abdomen, feeling very much like need. 

Sitting up straighter, you finally lifted the fabric up your body, exposing your stomach, your chest, the flimsy lounge bra hardly concealing anything from his feasting eyes. Pulling the top over your head and setting it down on the counter beside you, your eyes found Taehyung’s as they greedily took in the newly exposed flesh. His hands quickly found purchase on your hips, his fingers cool but not cold as they settled on your sides. 

“Please tell me you’re not gonna make us go through more turns to get the rest of this off,” he pleaded, his thumbs dipping under the material of your cotton shorts. Giggling, you cocked your head in feigned thought as you rested back on your arms, your open palms supporting you against the counter. 

“Begging already?” 

Chuckling at you in disbelief, Taehyung dropped his head against your lap before turning his face to look up at you. “Peaches,” he whined, and it was the smile he wore that told you he believed himself to be a winner, whether he was the first to give in or not. His expression was desperate but knowing, aware he was about to get what he had been deprived of for longer than he would have preferred. 

“You know I’m not too proud to beg,” he whispered, the low timber of his voice making your resolve crumble to his desires. 

Smiling softly at him, Taehyung hugged his arms around your hips before placing a kiss to your thigh, tingles erupting at the spot. “In fact,” he started, only pausing to place another kiss higher up your leg, leaving a trail of anticipation in your nerve endings. “I’ll get on my knees right now.” He was cocky and teasing, but all too serious for your breath not to hitch slightly in your throat. An eager smile spread across his mouth, and you knew that this version of Taehyung, naughty and confident and divinely devoted to you, would certainly have been far too much for the 19th century authors. Eat your heart out, Mr. Darcy.

PART 4 Fangs

Astarion x werewolf!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, feelings, vampire things, werewolf things, jealousy, swearing, intimacy, anxiety

Sorry for the short parts

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Leaving suddenly felt saddening, lonely almost. You packed as you said and left, you didn’t see the vampire anywhere and your heart slumped. You were a little happier once you were back in your bed with quietness. It was too quiet though you found yourself dwelling in the fact that you were lonely. It’d never bothered you before, or maybe you ignored it, after everything that happened that night…

The gods had cursed you, some higher being truely wanted you to suffer. When your first shift happened you scared your parents and yourself. You were only young around 11 you believe. Your father was able to tackle you and chain you up during that night before you awoke sobbing. After that you being chained to the side of the house every full moon was ritual, your parents looked at you differently, sneered almost. Your mother hated it, or you, you didn’t know, too young to truely understand what they were fighting about. Your father stopped bringing you presents and stopped talking to you. Then they began feeding you less, giving you next to nothing, you barely washed and your worn the same clothes for weeks on end. One full moon it seemed the need to survive took over the beast, you’d broken the old chains and tore the door down, before your father could fight back you slaughtered him and then your mother. You were 17 when that happened. The day after you screamed and wailed before a numbness came over and you buried them. You cleaned the blood, fixed the door and closed off their room and broke the door handle. You kept your mothers garden going and bought some chickens from the closest village. Your beast had killed a few chickens before you built a secure place your beast couldn’t get into. The first time you changed after being on chains felt freeing. You ran through the woods and hunted and in the morning you found yourself lying on comfortable grass, the sun shining down on your face and a peaceful bliss filling you. The bliss passed though and you’d get rid of whatever the wolf ate from your stomach, then make yourself some herbal tea and sit on the bench at the front of your house. Then a stupid pale elf vampire showed up and suddenly you realised how alone you truely were.

You were tending to your garden when your ears suddenly picked up footsteps coming closer. You turned to the forest around you trying to pinpoint the footsteps before a group appeared. You froze slightly at their fighting equipment and the mage following them. You gulped feeling fear fill you as you saw a medallion in his hand, beaming softly with light. They spoke quietly amongst themselves before looking to you. You felt your stomach drop as the mage said ‘it’s here’ and they approached.

“Greetings” the lead said and you stood up.

“Hello” you said throat dry.

“I have some questions if that’s ok?” He said and you nodded wiping your hands on your pants.

“May I ask why you’re all alone out here?” He asked.

“This was my parents place” you said and he nodded.

“I only ask because there’s been rumours surrounding this place” you frowned slightly feeling sweat creep through your skin.

“What rumours?” You asked as his eyes hardened.

“They say there’s a beast in this woods, slaughtered whoever owned this house, though you seem quite well” he said studying you. You didn’t know how to answer as your mouth opened and closed.

“Y/n! Darling!” You jolted seeing Astarion approaching with a smile. You felt relief flood you as he sauntered over and gave you a hug. You blinked in surprise, but he quickly pulled back and stood by you.

“Whatever is going on here?” Astarion asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You know this woman?” The lead asked.

“Of course! We’ve known each other for years, since she could crawl and I learned how to punch” he chuckled lying straight through his pointy teeth, the lead didn’t seem to buy it.

“Why’re you here?” Astarion asked voice having a slight tone to it.

“We’ve been searching these woods for a beast” the lead said.

“A beast? Best check the caves” Astarion said.

“We did” another piped up unamused.

“Well if they aren’t there, then perhaps they flew away” Astarion chuckled.

“This beast cannot fly” the lead crossed his arms annoyed.

“Well then seems you have a problem” Astarion shrugged.

“My problem is you” the lead sneered.

“Now, now, let’s be civil” Astarion said. You felt your heart rate pick up, something going through your body and you looked to the mage seeing him muttering and gesturing. You were quick to push Astarion back, making him tumble as you felt yourself shift. The group of hunters readied their weapons easily and you began to fight with claws and teeth. You were fighting for your life, your home, but the swords slicing you were laced with poison, you weakened and ended on the ground, you managed to tear one out of the four, and critically injure one other. You heard a snarl though and suddenly Astarion was in a mist and appearing behind the mage, slicing his throat before killing the others. You’d shifted back after the mage died, you watched Astarion fight with precision and grace before there were four dead body’s in the ground and he was panting harshly, red eyes glowing a blaze. You whimpered at the pain in your side and his head snapped to yours. You grew worried then at the crazed look he had in his eyes. He stumbled a bit shaking his head, his eyes no longer glowing as he dropped his dagger and went to you.

“Oh dear” he muttered hand going to your side making you groan in pain. He suddenly scoped you up in his arms and carried you inside, lying you on your bed and going back out to the kitchen. You listened to him scrambling and clattering things. You groaned, tears in your eyes before they began to droop and your world went to black.

Astarion was in a panic, going through your herbs before he finally found the right ones and began moshing them together. He heard your heartbeat grow fainter and growled as he finished making the paste and rushed back into your room. You were out and he quickly began to work on your wounds, praying that your beast would heal you the rest of the way. He stared at you after he was finished his own panic seeping in, how in the hells did the hunters know about you? Hell he didn’t even know about you or any beasts in the woods, not even the town and drunken idiots did. He laid a blanket over you taking in your room, it’d seen better days, the things in here were childish. He sighed going to explore the rest of the house, a story was here, a long a terrible one. Everything was old and patched and the door to the far left had no handle and three claw marks. He went up to them, placing his finger tips on them feeling a thought flash through his mind of terror and fear. He flinched back frowning what was your story?

the way this series has me in a choke hold

A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 8)

ATTENTION: There is some SMUT in this chapter, because Tav gets a little touchy and Astarion just pours oil into the flames - only lightly smutty though, because I like to be a pain in your ass, hihi. There will be more smut in future parts that I will still have to write but let it slowly burn for now - I know you want it.

Also this is the last part leading up to my main idea for this story - the plot point I actually thought about when I started writing this and thought it'd be like a few thousand words adventure.

Btw, did part 7 yesterday go through okay? I felt like it didn't really show up for some time when I posted, eh. Anyways, if you missed it, it's on my blog of course.

A bit more is already up on AO3!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

(Gif from here!)

You kept on drinking and talking. Teasing each other, pouring more shots. It really did feel like one of the memorable evenings you thought about when you first told Astarion about this place. The main act had started to play downstairs: a band of elves – a rarity in itself, but they were practically celebrities as Lira explained: a male drow bard with long sleek black hair playing the lute and singing with a dark and somber voice that had men and women in the audience swooning, a female wood elf bard with a violin with green skin and equally sleek but powdery-pink hair and the voice of an angel and three more equally beautiful elven musicians. All were precariously clothed, leaving little to none to imagination. Since they had started playing the mood in the tavern had dangerously shifted from drinking and laughing to people of all genders and races and combinations dancing and kissing and stealing touches they thought nobody would see.

With half the bottle gone you could certainly start to feel the alcohol doing its work: you felt pleasantly buzzed, also giggling more and batting your eyelashes more at Astarion - which might’ve been caused by the amount of drinks you’ve had or the seductive, pleasant music… or maybe it was just your fatal attraction to him and his very much encouraging and looks and touches.

While Daegin had been complaining about the last time he had visited his family for the better part of an hour, you started to get a little handsy with Astarion. Which prompted him to grab hold of your roaming hands. “Do you mind, darling?”, he whispered to you with a smile and pulling both of your hands to put them over his heart. You blushed shamefully, immediately worrying if you’d made him uncomfortable. You quietly voiced your concern to him and apologized for your indecent behaviour while Daegin complained loudly about his second cousin's awful wife.

The vampire laughed softly and lifted your hands to his lips to plant a gentle kiss onto them. “No worries, darling, if you’d ever really do something to make me uncomfortable, I promise, I wouldn’t hesitate to call you out on it.” He pressed another kiss onto your fingers. “I love when you show how much I am yours and that you can’t keep your hands off me, my heart, but maybe just for tonight, keep your hands out of my pants while we have an audience, alright?” You nodded but still felt a little bit ashamed of yourself, so you buried your face in his shirt. You mumbled something about respecting boundaries into his chest to which he pressed a kiss on the top of your head and held you for a moment. Daegin was still on about his relatives while Lira boredly dragged her shot glass around in circles by its rim and stared into nothingness.

After a few moments Astarion leaned down to whisper into your ear. “There will be no boundaries tonight though, when I’ll have you all to myself and remind you why it is that you can’t keep your paws to yourself”, he simply stated and then went back to holding you sweetly – as if he hadn’t just given you the most enticing promise you thought someone ever gave you. Very naughty thoughts started to race through your mind, prompting you to let go of Astarion and get at least a few inches between you – a much needed safety precaution. You poured yourself another shot and downed it immediately while you could feel the same pulsing sensation between your legs you’d last felt when he had you pinned against a wall only a few hours ago. The rough fabric of your linen blouse started to rub on the hardening tips of your breasts, your throat was bone-dry although you only had just drunk something. Astarion leaned on his elbows to grab the bottle of liquor and also pour himself another one while watching your face and giving you a dirty smirk. He did look like the personified sin right in this moment. Astarion’s eyes wandered to where your hardened nipples here now clearly visible through your shirt while he drank slowly. He licked his lips afterwards without stopping to stare but you saw how he rearranged his pants with his hands – only the slightest bit awkward. And when your eyes flicked down, you noticed that not only your arousal was pretty obvious right now. “I admit you make keeping boundaries pretty hard, my love”, he whispered under his breath. You stepped closer to him once more but not touching him. “Seems that’s not the only thing I make hard”, you whispered back while returning the dirty smirk he gave you moments ago and staring into his eyes confidently. His pupils diluted slightly at your words, but he held your stare without moving, positively becoming a statue.

Then you suddenly turned away from him and to the other two at the table, crossing your arms over your chest, breaking the spell. “So, what else is new?”, you asked suddenly and with a not-so-subtle note of hysteria in your voice. You had been way too close to just completely losing yourself right then and there; all because of some dirty whispers and stolen glances.

The half-elf and the dwarf, both well drunk - much more than you - had obviously been completely oblivious to the electric tension between you and the vampire – thank the Gods. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that Astarion had rolled up his sleeves and was leaning on his elbows again next to you.

“Well”, Lira drawled, now much less focused on niceties and political correctness, “have you heard that Cazador Szarr has kicked the bucket a few weeks ago? And his whole estate was looted. It’s been the talk of town for weeks.” That sobered you right up. This was the first time you heard that this had become public knowledge. It seemed Astarion and you had been well shielded in your domestic little bubble since you had parted ways with your adventurous little group and settled down in Baldur’s Gate.

You threw Astarion a concerned sideways glanced but to your surprise he seemed relaxed. Even more so, he was grinning broadly, mischief twinkling in his eyes. Daegin happily chimed in and gave you a rundown of different theories on his death: heart attack (“Nah, he was perfectly healthy, last thing I heard”, Astarion commented), poisoned by another noble family to gain his power (“Probable, but why loot his estate and why not keep his death a secret and pose as him, so much easier to take over his influence.”), tragic accident (“Unlikely, I heard he never even really left his castle.”). Astarion seemed more intrigued in adding to the gossip that you thought was clever. But hells, you would not stop him from talking shit about this fucking bastard.

“Do you want to know what I heard?”, Astarion said after Daegin had finished. He leaned towards them as if he was going to let them in on a secret. Lira, immediately intrigued, leaned over the table just as he did. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly in anticipation. Even Daegin seemed immediately interested. There he went doing it again, Astarion and his damned silver tongue. You were about to join his act in whatever lie you thought he would fabricate from thin air, when he began: “I heard, he was secretly a vampire and was murdered by one of his own spawn because he’d made a deal with a devil to perform a horrific ritual that would have made him even more powerful and killed thousands of people!”

Your chin basically dropped to the floor but you were way too shocked to do anything else. Lira and Daegin mirrored your emotions perfectly albeit for different reasons. Did… did he actually just tell them the fucking truth?

The silence between the four of you kept dragging on. Astarion simply drank another shot of liquor, shrugged his shoulders and casually said: “It’s just what I heard.” You could simply blink at his nonchalance. Then Daegin broke the silence with deafening laughter, roaring and throwing his head back, slapping his thighs with his hands multiple times. Lira joined in but her laugh turned into a silly cackling chuckle that made her shoulders quake like she was losing her mind. You couldn’t join in, you were too starstruck by Astarion’s boldness. But neither was Astarion. He just threw you a defeated look that seemed to say ‘see? No one’s ever going to believe it’.

After several minutes of choking on their laughter they seemed to calm down. Lira had to wipe away tears from her eyes several times, the dwarf had started coughing horribly halfway through. When he had regained a bit of composure, he jumped off his stool, walked around the table and offered Astarion his hand – which the vampire took with a confused look. “I gotta hand it to you, elf, no one ever made me laugh that hard. Not even my own brother”, he said and shook Astarion’s hand, congratulating him.

“Tav, you really need to bring him when we go out drinking from now on”, the short man said and laughed again. This time you and Astarion joined in.

·˚ ༘ 💌 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 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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