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"You alright, pet?" Namjoon whispered, nibbling on her earlobe as he went down lower and licked a stripe of her neck. Y/N closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of fullness inside her, so warm and so full.

Namjoon was inside her, all of it and he stayed there. He didn't want to move. Y/N felt so warm and so snug around him and he just wanted to stay there forever. His cock throbbed inside her walls and Y/N could feel all of it.

Namjoon lifted himself off of her body, wanting to admire, appreciate everything that he's got in front of him. One thing that he fucking loves so much, that really gets him going besides his cum dripping out of her—the outline of his cock on her tummy.

Namjoon was big. There was no denying that.

"Look at that, yeah?" Y/N glanced down, smiling softly with a dazed look on her face, she bit her lips, lowering her hands down to feel it. "Can I touch it, darling?"

Y/N nodded as his large hands traveled towards where her hands once were. Namjoon was tempted, he moved his hips, watching the bulge move with it. Namjoon wanted to push Y/N, literally.

He got a little curious as he press down his hands on the bulge, a soft whimper escaped her mouth as Namjoon pulled his hand away.

"Did I hurt you, pet?" He questioned, worry plastered on his face.

"No... Just um... Keep pressing on it while you move, okay?" Namjoon smirked, knowing that it felt good.

He pressed harder, a mischievous smile carved on his lips as he snaps his hips and thrusted rapidly inside her.

"You like how deep and big my cock is don't you?"

"Yes... Yes..." She whined desperately as Namjoon starts fucking her, his hand holding down her stomach. As his thrust went faster, her screams went louder and louder.

"Now, tell me how much you love my cock..."

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Dedication [Yandere! Kim Namjoon x Reader]

Warning: This story includes themes of toxic relationships, manipulation, and slight sexual harassment. Read at your own discretion.

[Prompt #20: ‘’Dedicate yourself to me or else.’’]

Word Count: 1.7K

Namjoon was a controlling man.

You should’ve been aware of that, from how pristine and crisp he was from each strand of his hair to the very soles of his shoes.

Even the sight of him should’ve been a warning from the start.

But you were naive, stupid enough to give into each whim because he was there for you; he was absolutely, in every single way, dedicated to you.

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Mafia!Yoongi Headcannons: You Can’t Leave His Sight

Requested by anonymous

Warnings: possessive behaviour/themes

Yoongi is a very territorial man

Some might say he’s paranoid or jealous

But that isn’t the case

Do not mistake them

He simply loves to keep a close eye on whatever is his

And that includes you

He doesn’t let you go out in public alone

He always needs to be with you

What if someone tries to steal you away?

Tries to flirt with you?

Tries to talk to you?

He simply can’t have that

That’s why he’s always with you

It doesn’t matter if your shopping

Going to work

Hanging out with friends

He is always there

His arm firmly wrapped around your waist

His hand holding yours

Or keeping you close at his side

If he can’t be there with you?

It’s simple

You wouldn’t go out

Not unless someone he trusted was by your side

Yoongi’s choice of occupation makes keeping an eye on you very difficult

So he’s adapted to occasionally bringing you along

He knows it dangerous

But if you’re alone

Anything could happen to you

Even during meetings, Yoongi always has you close

Usually you sit on his lap while his hand glides up and down your thigh

It makes it easier for him to pay attention knowing you’re right there with him

Of course, there will are rare moments when he can’t be around you

So, being said earlier, he’d have of his most trusted men stay close by

Not too close

But close enough to make sure you’re safe

Yoongi would also make sure to leave a visible trail of his marks across your delicate skin

It’s a physical reminder of who you belong to

Just incase his men or somebody else decided to get too comfortable with you

He’d also make sure to get constant updates on your well-being and activities

If something happened that he didn’t like

He’d know about it

In short, Yoongi needs to keep an eye on you

You are his everything

And he will never let anyone harm or steal away what’s rightfully his ..

“Where do you think you’re going, babygirl? Did you forget to invite me? Oh, I’m not coming along, huh? Well, I hate to break it to you, but you’re not leaving unless I tag along. End of story.”

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summary: your perfectionist self can't settle and wants to improve your grades. no matter the cost... pairing: johnny x reader genre: smut warnings: professor/student dynamic, age gap (unspecified), dubcon, power play, neck-kissing, biting, spanking, fingering, slight dumbification, size kink (duh), unprotected sex, creampie, forbidden relationship, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart) word count: 1.5k

You have never felt so foolish as you do now, standing outside of your professor’s cabinet, waiting for his office hours to start. This isn’t like you at all. You are usually at the top of each class, amazing students and teachers alike with your well-written assignments and outstanding participation in the discussions. You are usually the one that professors praise.

To say you feel embarrassed would be an understatement. You are not used to this, asking for help, admitting that you are falling behind, that your grades have never been worse. But if you want to graduate successfully, you have to swallow your pride and face the problem head on.

You don’t know what it is about Professor Suh’s lectures but you just can’t seem to focus. You try to take detailed notes as you do in your other classes, but you end up getting so lost in his beautiful voice, staring at his pretty face and thinking about his big hands as they flick through the pages that your notes end up being messy, incoherent and awfully inaccurate.

You have tried different strategies such as asking other students for their notes but nothing seems to work. So, in your desperation, you end up here, waiting for Professor Suh to put you out of your misery. You hope that no one else shows up during office hours ‘cause it would be too mortifying if other students find out and start making fun of you for being so behind on the material.

“Oh, Y/N!” Professor Suh exclaims in surprise as he unlocks the door to his cabinet, letting you in. “How long have you been waiting? Usually no one comes to these office hours so I’m a bit late. You should have emailed me.”

You stand nervously, your fingers digging into the tender skin of your already sweaty palms.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…” you start to explain.

“No, you don’t have to apologize, it’s just unusual. Take a seat, make yourself comfortable,” he tries to reassure you in his calming voice.

You take off your bag, putting it on the ground and sit in the chair against his. God, you feel so stupid…

“So, what brings you here?” Professor Suh asks.

“You’ve probably noticed but my grades have been plummeting,” you murmur awkwardly.

“Well, if that’s what you call a couple of B’s, then sure, I guess,” he laughs softly.

“You don’t understand…I know other students may be happy with such grades but this is unusual for me.”

Professor Suh looks at you over his glasses in disbelief.

“You do realize that in real life nobody cares about grades, yes?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time,” you reach to grab your bag but he stops you.

“I didn’t say that I wasn’t going to help you.”

You exhale in relief.

“What is troubling you the most? Is it the material?”

“I don’t know…It doesn’t make sense because I love literature, it’s always come easy to me. I just have a hard time focusing during your lectures, for some reason.”

“Must be my fault, then,” Professor Suh smiles knowingly. “My teaching method isn’t engaging enough.”

“N-no, that’s not what I m-meant,” you stammer nervously. “I’m just…easily distracted, I guess.”

“Oh? Are you like that in your other classes, as well?”

“Not really, no,” you admit, feeling even more embarrassed.

“See? Then I guess I need to improve. Find a way to help you focus,” Professor Suh insists.

“Please help me. I really don’t want to fail your class, it’s very important to me.”

“Is it important to you because you care about your grades or because you don’t want to let me down?” Professor Suh asks staring into your eyes.

The question is so direct that it takes you off guard. You want to look away but you are so captivated you don’t dare to blink.

“I…don’t want to disappoint you, Professor Suh,” you confess. “Your lectures are very engaging and I enjoy listening to them.”

“Do you enjoy the content or the sound of my voice?”

“Professor…” you break eye contact and you are far too gone to think clearly. What is this man doing to you?

Suddenly, he stands up in all his glory, walks to your chair and lifts your chin up with his finger.

“Answer the question.”

“What…what was the question again?” you ask dumbly.

He shakes his head in disapproval.

“Just as I feared. Helping you focus would be quite difficult.”

“I’m s-sorry, I’ll try harder.”

“You better.”

Grabbing a book from his desk, he opens it and puts it in front of you.

“Read. Out loud. Don’t stop unless I tell you to, understood?”

You nod eagerly and start reading.

“We like to think of the old-fashioned American classics as children’s books. Just childishness, on our part.”

Professor Suh starts playing with your hair gently, surprising you but you don’t dare to stop and continue reading to the best of your abilities.

“The world fears the new experience more than it fears anything.”

He is kissing your neck, biting even, eliciting soft moans out of you. How is that going to help you focus?! You feel like your brain is no longer working.

“Keep reading,” he reminds you.

“Cutting away the old emotions and consciousness. Don’t ask what is left.”

Professor Suh makes you stand up and then pushes you down abruptly so that your breasts and tummy are lying on the desk and your ass is up in the air.

“And you can please yourself, when you read the Scarlet Letter, whether you accept what that sugary, blue-eyed little darling of a Hawthorne has to say for himself-” you continue to read, voice shaky and lacking any confidence.

He lifts your skirt up, touching you in all the right places in all the wrong ways. You are so terrified of what is happening but you are even more terrified of stopping to read.

Professor Suh spanks your ass harshly the second you pause briefly.

“N-no, it h-hurts,” you cry out.

“Read,” he orders you and you have no choice but to obey.

“They didn’t come for freedom. Or if they did, they sadly went back on themselves.”

Professor Suh takes your panties off and slides his fingers inside your pussy easily, as you are embarrassingly wet. He assaults you vigorously, expecting you to keep reading.

“They came largerly to get away. In the long run, away from themselves.”

“You skipped a few sentences.”

Damnit, how did he catch that?

You go back to the parts you missed but your reading continues to be full of mistakes. Eventually, Professor Suh grows tired of that and takes the book away from you.

“I’m not sure this method is helpful,” he sighs and starts unbuckling his belt. “Might have to find another way for you to acquire knowledge.”

“S-sir?” your voice trembles, though you already anticipate what is coming.

“Stuff you full of it,” he explains calmly and enters you from behind.

You want to scream but you are so afraid of someone hearing that you bite your hand.

Professor Suh seems to notice your concerns, moves your hand away and presses his own against your mouth.

“Shhh, it’s okay, angel, I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispers gently while doing the opposite of what he’s saying.

He is so big that you feel as if he’s splitting you in half. Miraculously, you are still alive.

“You’re not good at focusing in my lectures anyway so I might as well give you something to remember during them,” he laughs. Oh, he’s so mean. You deserve it, though. For being so greedy. Not satisfied with a B. Stupid girl.

He removes his hand from your lips, trusting you not to make any loud noises.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Why ask now? He’s already gone this far…

“N-no, p-please,” you whimper helplessly.

“No as in stop or no as in keep going?”

You genuinely don’t know what the right answer is. If this is a test, then you’re surely failing.

Apparently, Professor Suh does not care what you have to say. Perhaps it’s your fault for being so slow…He keeps fucking you, going deeper inside of you than any man has ever been. Soon enough, he paints your walls white as if he’s an artist and not a literature professor.

You feel so dizzy, so brainless, so silly.

“Are you alive?” he asks, scooping you up into his big arms.

“N-no?” your response comes out with a questioning tone.

“Take all the time you need to recover,” he tells you thoughtfully.

“Can I ask you something, Professor Suh?”

“You should call me Johnny when we’re alone.”

“Oh, um…Johnny, what if someone had walked in?” you ask fearfully.

“Relax, sweetheart, I locked the door,” he laughs gently.

“Ah, that’s good.”

“Anything else you’re worried about?” Johnny plays with your breasts lazily as you sit in his lap.

“Um, yeah…”

“I’ll write you all A’s from now on if that’s what…”

“I don’t care about that anymore,” you confess teary-eyed. “Was this a one time thing for you, Johnny? Will I have to pretend nothing happened during your lectures?”

He caresses your hair just like how he did when this all started. For some reason, it doesn’t feel like the end.

“Oh, baby, this is just the beginning.”

The End

Tonight | Min Yoongi III {M}

Moonlit Throne chapter one. 650words.

contains: daechwita au, historical au, exhibitionism, brief mention of battle/death

tonight, the doors to the royal chambers fly open with a furious slam as you sink your wet heat onto your king, taking all of him in a single, ambitious stroke. the dark eyes that behold you are coolly intense as he flings aside the dyed silk that preserved the last of your modesty. but your hips stutter down to stillness when two court advisors stumble inside, poorly averting their gazes.

“please forgive our intrusion, but–”

“did i tell you to stop?” his stare bores into you regardless of the men; the pressure from the spread hand on your thigh tightens in silent command to move. to fuck.

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