Mochi, I've Been A Quiet Reader For Some Time. Anyway, I'm So Happy You're Back!
Mochi, I've been a quiet reader for some time. Anyway, I'm so happy you're back!
Oh goodness. 𼺠Well thank you for reaching out. I'm glad to be back. I'm still dealing with nerves and self doubt but it's a daily struggle. â¤ď¸
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Oh.
My.
God.
Roommate Jk is back to demand I write about him. So I guess I must.









JUNGKOOK for CALVIN KLEIN (2024)
Your pic reactions and gifs are always so good when it comes to the stories. I live for them. Thank you for helping me take that leap to come back to writing.
Me Time (Namjoon x Yn/Reader)

Word Count: 7.23k
Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n
Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Kissing (french and other), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, clit/pussy sucking, orgasms (multiple, yours and his), flirting, seduction, semi-missionary sex, intense sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, Namjoon has money/a nice place/is a rich guy in this one. If I missed one, it is what it is.Â
Genre: Strangers to Lovers
AUs: None
Summary: You head to the woods for a Me Day. When you encounter a handsome stranger more than once, it becomes an âUsâ day that you could get used to.Â
Authorâs Note: Glad to be back and Iâm happy to have my comeback be a Namjoon adventure. This was requested by @worldwideseal a bit ago and I've been trying hard to finish it.
Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it, let me know in a comment.Â
Tag list: @askkrisachan @kiestrokes
It was a solid battle. A contemplation in the drinks aisle, door open and chilled air rolling over your sun warmed skin. If you were accused of debating too long, it wasnât something youâd deny. The cool air felt nice on the sting of what had clearly proved a bit too long in the midday sun.Â
A wonderful way to start your weekend: an unexpectedly challenging hike that was supposed to take less than 30 minutes from the parking lot. But that proved to be for those initiated typesâthe ones who made a hike with a considerable grade look like a jaunt.Â
For you it was a bit more like a gauntlet of misery. So youâd more than justified it to yourself, leaning against the drinks cooler door frame, letting your profile crush against the frosted surface.Â
You hadnât heard the footsteps approaching but the voice came through. Clear. Amused. No need to look because a grin stretched the distance between the few words over your shoulder.
âContemplating life or flavors?âÂ
You straightened, grip finding and holding the door handle. The chilly rush over your cheeks did something to help the panic, which helped a little. You couldnât blame that kind of tell on lack of sunscreen or an unplanned too-long-hike in the sun.
âItâs rough.â You barely replied. Eyes popping, you grabbed the brightest color visible front and center: blue ice. Lowest on your list, but it was in your hand and you stepped aside.
A large hand grazed your own as grips traded on the door handle.Â
The form stepping into your spot in front of the open case was just obvious enough: Big. Broad. Tanned just right. The kind of golden that said it was real deal stuff. No spray tan or tanning bed nonsense.Â
The man leaned forward, eyes closing as he hummed into the same cold air your pores sucked up earlier.Â
You swallowed, eyes lingering on the necklines. And the biceps, rounded, stressing the cuffs of his white t-shirt sleeves just enough. Suddenly you were hungryâthe handful of crackers and cheese burned up long ago in the car. Youâd eaten fast and should have prepared more, but now you saw something meaty.Â
Something in a healthy, hunky shape, grinning your way, eyes finally open and meeting your nervous stare. Your eyes widened again. At least you kept your mouth neutralâan even line.Â
He had a nice smile as selected the same flavor youâd chosen, nodding your way.
âGood flavor. You like it too?âÂ
You looked down, turned the bottle over in your grip, and looked back up. Shrugging, you waved the bottle a little as you replied.Â
âItâs up there.âÂ
One perfectly thick brow arched as the man offered a timid smile. He didnât move much, but his bangs still lolled. The tips feather his forehead. Hypnotizing your senses for a moment. Youâd barely noticed the world huffing up the winding trails outside the store, melting under your tank top and workout leggings.
He had the faintest sweatâsomething normally unappealing. Heâd managed to make a biological response magical. The slickness on his skin looked good.
âUp there? Not your go-to?âÂ
In the middle of the only store for 45 minutes in either direction, there wasnât room to be choosy. Trade offs were made for a weekend away from your city apartment. A lot more space. A lot LESS amenities.Â
But sometimes there were unexpected perksâexhibit A standing just within reach.Â
Blue Ice traded hands as he reached into the case again. This time he selected a considerable bottle of Evian and shook it, like youâd done before. Both his cheeks developed dimples as he beamed. Â
âCanât beat water. Perfect palette cleanser.â Murmuring, his fingers wrapped both bottle necks with room to spare as they overlapped. âYouâre not local.â He added once his assessing gaze finished at your face.Â
Your fingers tightened on the cold plastic bottle that you now gripped for dear life. Your throat was tight enough. It wasnât the only part suddenly unable to relax. The reason was familiar and longer overdue: Attraction. Raw and unbridled. Washing over you.
A scoff dislodged the lump in your throat, allowing a breath. Â
âIs it that obvious?âÂ
You boiled inside all over againâas warm inside as the surface of your skin felt outwardly when a wide, warm smile changed the entire handsome face in front of you.Â
If he was a local youâd eat the map youâd grabbed from the gift shop âsectionâ of the store.Â
âMaybe.â He added a wink, then looked beyond you, towards the clerk leaning into the counter by the register, yawning her way through the local paper with low lids. She hadnât looked up when you came in, but she couldnât have missed this guy.
âAre you?â It was natural to ask so you didnât feel awkward about it.Â
âYes and No.âÂ
âWhatâs that mean?â You watched his free hand go into a pocket, then come back out with a square of leather. His head jerked towards the end of the aisle and you took a step, matching his as he walked and talked.Â
âI donât live here year round. I visit now and then.â
âFamily?â Your eyes scanned the shelves as you moved along, trailing the man but also debating just how hungry you felt before it was too late and you were back into the hike back to your car. It seemed just a touch too far away right now and those Oreos on the upcoming end cap looked all too tempting.Â
âNo.â He chuckled, glancing at you, then following your eyes to the Oreos. With a rakish grin, the man grabbed two packs and they joined the drinks, tucked against the inside, pinned in place by the inside of his arm.Â
You suddenly wondered what that arm would feel like around your neck. Maybe bent over the counter, with his lips along your ear, his hips screwing slowly against your ass. Bold and full of fire.Â
That kind of body heat wouldnât be the worst thing to suffer. You were piping hot in a few places as it was.Â
âI own a place up the hill.â He was stopped at the aisle end. You thought about going around, but didnât. No need to end this encounter any sooner than it was going to be over. It wasnât getting any less hot outside either.Â
âYeah?â You returned a smile.Â
âMmhm. Whatâs your name?âÂ
You hesitated, bringing the drink bottle to your neck and rolling it along one side. You kind of like it more than a lot that his eyes followed the motion. His patient smile didnât falter but something flashed in his eyes.Â
âY/n.âÂ
âNice to meet you.â He said. âIâd shake your hand butââ
Your hand shot out. Until now you werenât the type for hand shakes. How quickly that changed.Â
âNamjoonâ He pumped your hand as he spoke again. That big palm was warm and smooth. Silky and dry. By contrast you wondered just how dewy your palm still felt. Youâd spent quite a bit of time wiping palms on your thighs as youâd paused all too often on every hill during the hike. But he didnât have to know that.Â
Namjoon gave no indication he minded, if anything was amiss. âNice to meet you.âÂ
Finally he moved again and you watched his back as he stopped at the counter. The employee barely looked up, coming away from the counter to situate herself mostly behind the register. The beep of each scan started. In between Namjoon made more conversation, which was a relief because you couldnât keep your focus on talking with the way your eyes feasted on his ass and calves.
Everything from his hips down looked impossibly tight in his light gray workout pants.Â
âYou hiked up here then?âÂ
Leaning around him, you stole a look at your chosen drink still on the counter, then sighed.Â
âYeah.âÂ
Namjoon moved your bottle towards his selections. The girl was efficient, scanning so fast you had no time to protest. With a single blink you pointed.Â
â...Thatâs mine.âÂ
He had to forget. That was it. Best to remind him. Just like him, youâd queued up to pay. Reasonable for how you expected things to go. Even if you hadnât expected to meet someone in the middle of choosing. But that was life sometimes: unplanned, bringing pleasant surprise on the back of undesired situations.
âI know.â Namjoon opened his wallet.Â
You noted several cards in various colors. Even blackâyou knew enough about people who owned a black card. It took a certain level of financial security and comfort to get one of those.Â
Heâd already paid and turned towards you again with your drink held out in offering. You took it. When he passed a pack of Oreos along after, you sputtered. It wasnât an insult to injury for the extra sugar, or the worst thing. The cheap energy would help your dreaded trip back down the hill.Â
Still⌠How heâd decided to be so kind. To a stranger.Â
âWhy?â You inquired, low and confused. Feeling all kinds of knotted up inside at his kindness and that flame still going inside your chest.Â
Namjoon stepped around you and started for the door, taking your focus with him as you turned, and paced him with your stare. Looking back, he held the door open and spoke.Â
âI wanted to. Be careful out there.âÂ
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You kept replaying things in your head, carefully shuffling sideways down the steep hill. There hadnât seemed to be so many on the way up, but the grade felt a lot more intense going the other direction, towards the store.Â
Now, having some distance from the store, you felt a little sheepish over quietly cursing your decision to come up here. It was a lovely day outside, instead of the boiling, sun soaked hell youâd sworn it had become earlier.
Unscrewing your drink cap you took another healthy swallow and swatted at the tinny whine of a mosquito hovering near your ear. You slapped another away from your shoulder and marched down the hill again, taking more cautious steps.Â
As you came around a corner, you noticed a form and barely glanced further beyond, where the hill sloped down again, into the shadows of forest canopy. Darkness and coolness was promised and you couldnât wait.Â
You made your way by with measured steps, almost shuffling to keep from tumbling down the trail, treading on the loose gravel and natural divots of long dislodged rocks. It wouldnât be a go the rest of the way down on your backside.Â
âY/n?â A curious voice, tinged in muted surprise.
You looked towards the voice as your pace slowed and the figure turned to greet your approach. Clear as day: the tall frame with white t-shirt impressively stretched over a broad front.Â
Namjoonâs face, still fresh as itâd been meeting him a bit ago, beamed.Â
His sunglasses were off, resting on his head and he wiped a hand on his thigh, then extended it. You tried wiping a hand too, missing a good amount of the dirt kissed palm. Namjoon shook hands anyway.Â
As he glanced where youâd been heading, you stole a once over. Namjoon didnât look any more sweat soaked than heâd been. The hill grades werenât a challenge for him. If heâd hiked to get to that store too, he was in MUCH better shape. Youâd never have guessed heâd just come up these hills, looking unflagged in front of the drink cooler.
âSo you didnât drive to the store.â You voiced the determination, earning a raised brow.Â
âIs that bad?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âI DID drive to the parking lot down there.â Namjoon motioned in that direction. âThe road is too long and winding through the woods to get up there safely. From the parking lot itâs an easier walk.âÂ
An easier walk. You scoffed softly and wiped the back of a hand across your brow.Â
âYou parked down there too?â He continued, casually wiping trail dust off his shirt.Â
âNot quite.â When he looked up again, both brows rose. The least you could do was a little more explanation. Lamely you added â..My friend dropped me off. I have to meet her back down there in a little bit.âÂ
âThatâs nice of her.â He murmured with a smile. His cheekbones had a brief glimmer. Even the overhead sun couldnât do a thing to dim his appeal. Sweaty or dry as a bone. Rain soaked. Something told you that Namjoon was all-weather handsome.Â
âYeah.â You agreed.
You watched your sneaker toe bully through the dirt in an uneven line. Your muscles protested menacingly from this tiny action. Much too much. Burning and twitching had found a nice home there. The croissant and half a coffee youâd wolfed down for morning fuel hadnât left a single ounce of energy by now. You were paying for it now, even with half a sports drink down.Â
âYou should walk down there with me.âÂ
You were equally surprised and thankful he asked. The company was welcoming and you needed to see his car. Having several cards in his wallet and looking so good even after a moderately intense hike? Namjoon wasnât driving a beater.Â
âSure..â You responded, waiting just long enough to look like itâd been a little debate.Â
Namjoon pushed upright from the leaning heâd been doing against a tree just off the trail and stepped towards you. Turning to face downhill, he strode forward and you followed, falling into pace. His strides were long, but he went slow enough. It was like he sussed your flagging energy and mounting fatigue. You werenât exactly projecting boundless energy.
However long the hike felt going uphill, time bent again and it seemed over all too soon as you paced Namjoon to the parking lotâs asphalt edge after coming around the last trail bend a short time later.Â
As you stood next to him, looking at the few cars in spaces scattered across the lot, Namjoon turned his face up to the sun and let his head fall back.
You slid your pack straps off both shoulders and brought it around to your front. Namjoon rifled through his pocket, doing the same to free himself from his mid-size backpack. The keys jingled as he looked away from you, to a far corner of the lot.Â
âYour friend here yet?â He inquired, squinting.
You scanned. Nowhere did you see the familiar rust nibbled Isuzu. An antique by some measure but it served her father well in college and heâd maintained the interior parts enough to keep it going even now. The car got you up here and you were fairly confident itâd get you back to town.Â
âNot yet.â You thought about calling but didnât go for your cell phone, setting your pack at your feet instead. Namjoon noticed, double taking.Â
âWell..â He began, leaning down and grabbing a strap, then lifting the pack like it was empty. It certainly hadnât felt that way going up OR down the trail. â..Let me drive you? Where are we headed?â
âYou donât have toââ A tut cut you off toot suite.
âI want to, Y/n. Where are we going?âÂ
Inhaling, you almost choked on trail dust still lingering at the lot edge. The dread of the trip back home in a car without AC was pulling you down into despair. In spite of your friend's optimism, all the windows down had not helped nearly as promised and it wouldnât be better now, sweaty and tired.Â
You glanced at Namjoon after a moment.
â...Well.. Where are you going?â
Namjoonâs smile was cheeky. âMe? I have a place about 20 minutes drive from here. Youâre welcome to hang out there and wait for your friend.âÂ
âI could do that.â You should, not wanting to go all the way back up that hellish trail, to the store. No way youâd make it. No need to even delude yourself. The Isuzu and the trail would not see YOU again, for now.Â
âYeah? I know itâs cliche. Stranger danger..â
âMaybe but.. What the hell. Itâll be nice to see your place and find out thereâs more than a few damp cabins out here. So long as itâs not a rotting shack in the pines, weâre golden.â Your mind supplied endless visions of bugs, bears and poison oak. It was anybodyâs guess what youâd encounter but there was 1 of those 3, minimum.Â
âHmm.â A playful glare leveled your way. âThereâs not much land value in a moss covered single level dwelling these days. The market wouldnât bear it and Iâm not into that kind of ambiance.âÂ
âThank goodness.âÂ
Namjoon reached where heâd been looking: the lot corner, and a cobalt blue sedan parked there. It was dusty but otherwise in great shape. MUCH better than no-AC and AM radio only.
You followed, keeping within a step or two. As you both made your way, Namjoon spoke again.Â
âYou can call your friend when we get to my place and hang out until they get there. Deal?âÂ
You nodded.
He opened the passenger door first and watched you climb in, then moved to that back passenger door and opened it. A gentle lob had both your packs situated across the back seat.
As Namjoon settled into the driverâs seat, you buckled your seatbelt,then let your legs stretch out. The footwell was roomy too. This was proving to be a good decision the more time went on. You wouldnât have bet on this kind of luck turn hours ago.
Namjoon was smiling, watching you get comfortable. The car came to life. He adjusted the rearview mirror.
âI wouldnât object to some food too.â You suggested, watching him study the mirrorâs reflection, then glance back as he reversed out of the parking spot. He shifted to drive, jaw muscles briefly flexing before he spoke.
âI can take care of that.â
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You finished the last bite of apple and chewed, staring out the picture window.Â
Namjoon had more than a ramshackle place with walls, windows and a few doors. It was like something out of Mountain Living magazineâof which you were sure youâd seen a few issues neatly stacked on the coffee table in the living room when heâd led you through.Â
This kitchen was spacious. More than any other cabin youâd spent time in.Even if that number wasnât high, THIS place was impressive. It shouldnât have been a shock, spotting all the cards in his wallet. That was plenty of foreshadowing.Â
Even if assumptions werenât fair.
You swallowed and turned away from the view, setting the remains of the apple on the kitchen table and headed for the living room. You took a loop around the perimeter, studying the bookshelf, paying close attention to the single shelf dedicated to what looked like photo albums.Â
You were tempted to pull one off and go through it. But you didnât, turning your attention to the photos on the nearby wall: lots of candid photos of nature. Namjoonâs selfies tended to be unique: his form standing in the distance of the shot, back to the camera.Â
Or in silhouette barely at the edges. You liked a particularly vibrant one of his bare back to the camera, shorts soaked to the skin with water, flesh glistening in the sun against the expanse of a sky so blue it hardly seemed real.Â
It looked like some kind of lake. You wondered where this body of water was, hopeful it wasnât far, then went to work pondering how it would have been behind the lens, taking the shot.
...And what would happen after, when the picture was done and Namjoon turned around with that smile.Â
A smile youâd grown to really like A LOT since the store.Â
Hearing a door close, you turned towards the dark hall where the sound had come from. There was a little motion under the door at the far end, shadows moving across a sliver of light at the bottom.Â
A moment later the door came open and Namjoonâs form filled the newly made space. Not long after his footsteps came towards you. When he came through from the dark into light, your senses reeled.Â
Namjoon was flushed and smiling, hair wet and slicked back, cheeks plumped in a shy grin. Heâd changed shirts. This one was thinner and more ivory than optic white. You knew that shape at the front of his chest and the tiny perking points.Â
You blinked away the stun and smiled back.Â
âYou reach your friend?â He asked, walking towards, then around you, heading for the couch.Â
You turned. âYeah.â Youâd hit voicemail. It wasnât your best message and you probably sounded breathless, describing what had happened on your hike and trying to summarize Namjoon in the space of 30 seconds.Â
Lord knows how your friend would take it.Â
âIâŚâ You paused and Namjoonâs head turned your way.Â
âHmm?â Heâd paused arranging the couch cushions, even though they looked perfect to you. âWhat is it?âÂ
God you feltâŚdumb admitting this but it was best to spit the truth out. Time would betray you eventually.Â
âI wasnât sure of your address so I couldnât leave one on the voicemail.âÂ
Namjoon chuckled warm and slow. You wanted to grab a throw pillow nearby and stuff your face into it, to swallow up the responsive squeal aching to escape your throat.Â
âI guess I hadnât thought about that.â He motioned to the magazines. âYou could have done it the sneaky way.. Thatâs got my address.âÂ
âIâm not a sneaky type.â You replied. Namjoon nodded.Â
âAppreciate that. Well.. â He inhaled and picked up one of the smaller pillows, then lobbed it at the far end of the couch. â...If you want to call them back, Iâll give you my addressâofficially.âÂ
Did you REALLY want to call your friend right now? This place was pretty damned nice and so was the company. Mulling it over, you finally shrugged.Â
âIn a little bit.â Namjoonâs brows dropped. You fumbled, continuing. â...If thatâs okay? I meanâŚI canââÂ
âItâs fine.â His brows were soft arches over dark, comforting eyes again. âI like the company.âÂ
âMe too.â It was exciting how the confession sent heat through you. Rubbing at your neck, you realized how sweaty and icky you still felt. Namjoonâs head cocked as he walked closer to you.Â
âIâm really glad we met today, Y/n. I like the isolation here butâŚHaving another person around is even better, when Iâm in the mood.âÂ
âIs it?â You croaked, swallowing a lump. Your nod was almost a twitch. â..Youâre in the mood to have someone around today?âÂ
âI wasnât at first.â Namjoonâs pause dragged on until you met his stare, gazing into the depths of his eyes right there, just above you. â..That changedâŚâ He snickered and softly murmured â...for some reason.âÂ
You could tell he was being cheeky and it was delightful. You couldnât help giggling too.Â
âI wonder why..â You sighed.Â
After a minute, Namjoon looked around. âLetâs get a little more comfortable then. You want to go clean up? My showerâs back there..â
He indicated where heâd come from, with a nod. As if you hadnât watched him go there prior, the apple pressed to your lips and heart pounding as you drank in this entire place.Â
âThanks..â Was all you managed, head bowing a little. You slipped past him. Namjoonâs turn to watch you go briefly clear in your peripherals.Â
âJust pick whatever out of my dresser. Plenty to choose from. See you soon.âÂ
âYou have a beautiful bathroom.â You confided, watching Namjoon standing next to you. It was getting to a really nice addiction: you and he, just sharing this space. Itâd only been a few hours but it was like a lifetime away from the rest of the world.
Namjoon looked away from the living room window and smiled at you. âThanks.âÂ
What youâd WANTED to say was âThis whole place is amazing.â, but you werenât psychic or brave enough to voice thatâjust yet.Â
Combing wet strands back, you shook your hair out again. It was still a little damp from the shower, but you felt so much better with the grime and sweat washed away.
You hadnât realized just how much youâd collected tromping up and down the hills out there. Not until youâd felt the rivulets of perfectly hot water winding down your body under the massive shower head, did you really conceive how messy youâd gotten.Â
The whole shower experience here left your skin humming and nicely warm. A far cry from your apartmentâs modest water pressure and scalding or ice cold temperature poles. If you were honest, you could get used to this.Â
âI appreciate the compliment.â Namjoon finally said. âI wasnât sure about the head but itâs got your approval. Think Iâll keep it.âÂ
When you locked eyes, he winked, grin wider than before. He was more handsome with dimples.Â
âWhat else do you do out here, alone?â You voiced your curiosity this time. Maybe it was the inhibitions washed away with the sudsy heat or something else at play, but it was out before you could regret.
Namjoon took it well.
âAlone? Hmmm. Sometimes I sit out on the back deck or soak in the hot tub outback and stare at the sky. Listen to nature. Ponder the big questions in life..âÂ
It all sounded pretty damned good. Beat the hell out of your couch and the usual television fare.Â
âHmm.â You stared at him again. Another question slipped out as quickly as it had popped into your mind. â...And when youâre not alone?âÂ
You matched the way Namjoon raised a brow. When he chuckled your chest went light.Â
âBit of an intimate kind of question, isnât it?â
âMaybe.â You retorted. âIf what you do is something intimate.âÂ
Like storm clouds rolling across a sky, darkening the beauty with impressive danger, a shadowy energy flitted through Namjoonâs eyes. But you werenât scared. You were absolutely riveted. For once in your normally gun shy, socially conservative life.Â
âAnd if I said it was something intimate?â
He was good, dodging a direct answer just enough. He knew just how to feed your interest with words and the things between them. You licked your lips, feeling them twitch as your tongue rolled along.Â
â..Sounds like a good time. Care to share?âÂ
Who were you, suddenly digging for details? Normally this was kosher for your friends. Youâd earned the right, but with a basic stranger like Namjoon? You knew you had a lot of nerve. And you were taking a HUGE gamble.Â
âMmm.â Namjoon stepped close again, not much space now between the front of his body and your own. You didnât back up, lifting your chin to keep eye contact. His smile shrank.Â
âI do whatever I want. Or..my guest wants. Iâm interested in being the best host I can, if I have company.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
Namjoon nodded. He let you take another breath, then continued.
âYouâre my guest. What do you want to do? Whatâs your pleasure?â It was really, REALLY sexy the way Namjoon was opening his place to you. And from the energy you detected, he was willing to give himself too.Â
âHave you ever done it here?âÂ
âDone ..âitâ? Whatâs it?â He queried, teasingly. Your forehead felt hot again. You blinked and Namjoon leaned down a little.
â..You mean sex? Are you asking me if Iâve fucked here?â His breath washed across your lips. You couldnât help nodding or the whine that escaped. Namjoonâs hungry stare burrowed into your soul. He nibbled briefly on his lip.
âI have. Plenty of times. Itâs been a while, though.âÂ
âHas it?â You squeaked as he ran fingertips along your jaw and added pressure at your chin, tipping your face up more.Â
âMmnhmm.â Namjoonâs smile unfurled again. â..Has it been long for you?âÂ
You stammered, suddenly amnesiac over the last time youâd properly fucked. Of course you had, and the experiences rated âokayâ by usual standards, but work and life wedged a lot of time between each session. Forgettable was too perfect a way to describe how it all seemed now.
âItâs been a minute.â You finally managed.Â
âWant to remedy that?âÂ
Maybe it sounded corny coming from anyone else, in a dark, muggy club dancefloor or bar, but Namjoonâs suggesting it now came off only as unadulterated heat. And something you wanted so very much.Â
âYes.â It was a gasp. Maybe a plea.Â
âGod Y/n..â Namjoon watched your fingers circling his broad wrist. You pulled his hand closer to your lips and grazed them over a few fingertips. You tingled as his lips parted and his lids lowered.
Whatever he was trying to say you were sure it was the same feeling flooding through your entire body. Pulsing inside you, ending right between your legs as they trembled like theyâd never done before. More than any hike could ever induce.Â
You cut him off. â..Relax me, Namjoon. Make me forget everything for a while.âÂ
It was like the shadow darkened hallway stretched on forever as Namjoon moved, carrying you. You couldnât wrap around him more, but you wanted to try, tightening your thighs around his waist.Â
He didnât have wide hips, but they were sturdy as he walked, pacing slowly across the wood floor in a leisurely path to the bedroom. You dimly knew the space waited beyond that doorway at the far end. And you wanted time to condense again, to bring you both where nature said you should be: in Namjoonâs bed.Â
Doing things that nature intended for two people at the mercy of attraction were fated to do.Â
Namjoon didnât pause kissing you as he opened the door, then bumped it wider with a hip. You were in the bedroom, the setting sunâs rays barely filtering through the treetops outside the nearby window.Â
As he paused at the bed, then leaned over it, the kiss broke. Reds and fiery orange hues outlined Namjoonâs triangular upper body as he braced a palm into the bed, finally leaned over enough that your back met the mattress.Â
âLet go.â He whispered.Â
You fell entirely into the bed, grateful for the cushioned fall. Your hair and limbs splayed. Namjoonâs eyes stayed on your, enjoying your slow wriggle as he grasped his shirt and hauled it up, then off. It met the bed nearby.Â
Your own hands clutched down the length of your body, finding the shirt youâd chosen from his offered selection.
âDonât.â Namjoon growled, dropping his bottoms next. Then his briefs, unbothered at the ferocity of his erect cock springing vertical on escape. He mounted the bed on one knee, outside your hip, then the other one joined and he loomed over your again, head to toe bare of a stitch of clothes.Â
Sure youâd pondered how he looked in that shower when heâd taken his turn. And under those tight workout pants in the store. Now all was coming clear. All was on a platter, right in front of youâor over you, as it were.Â
Your body arched, breasts jostling. Namjoon cupped the outside of a breast and stroked his thumb across the nipple. It perked and he studied the shape through the tâshirt. A garment you desperately wanted to lose.Â
In the game of ânakedâ, he was leagues ahead of you.Â
âIâmâŚNamjoon, pleaseââ You sputtered, then groaned loudly when he pinched that tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged. His touch was gone in a blink and he gathered your shirt, pushing it higher, up to your neck. Head bowed, he backed down towards the foot of the bed a bit more, until his mouth stopped above your navel.Â
âLet me.â He purred, peeling down the boxers youâd borrowed too, and taking them to your knees. While one hand pushed them to your ankles, then off, Namjoonâs nose spiraled your mound.Â
You heard his inhale. The groan he let out was sinfully needy too. You bent your right knee, drawing that leg up a little more and lifting your ass off the bed. Delivering your pussy right against his wide open mouth, swooping in to latch onto your clit.Â
Namjoon sucked deep and tight, lips perfectly sealed. Then the pulsing started. He was quiet enough, only making a pop sound when he pulled away now and then.Â
It wasnât like he needed to suck your clit or slide his tongue through your folds to open them. It already felt hot and slippery. Your flesh ached in a way that said making out had long since done the trick.Â
But Namjoon was enjoying himself and explored with his pointer finger, tracing it through you, stopping down at your opening. Teasing the winking muscle until it clenched again and your thighs shook.Â
âYouâre so wet..Y/n. You like this donât you? Are you always this ready when itâs been a while?âÂ
You nodded. You couldnât be sure it was true but if thatâs what he wanted to hear, if felt like the truest answer you could give. He seemed to accept it diving down to lick, then stab his tongue deeper into you, pushing through your muscle.Â
He scooped your widening thighs up and wrapped them over his shoulders. Hugged them against the sides of his neck as he moaned, jaw dropping wider open. Pushing into you, lifting your hips higher and bringing your ass off the bed again.
A lake of heat was swirling in your belly. You wanted to tell him you were close because you felt like the edge was right there, you precariously toes over and staring down into the fall.Â
But you couldnât get the words out. It was only a long, confused hiss of pleasure as fingers slid into you. Pulled out and dipped in again. Namjoonâs fingers worked to stir you up inside, drawing slick out from the depths, slathering it all over you on the outside. Making a delicious mess.Â
When you couldnât take it anymore and your chest heaved, Namjoon pulled back enough and shrugged your legs off his shoulders. He joined them together and turned you onto one side, hooking them neatly over the bend of one elbow, palm planted deep into the bed with an impressive divot.
It was so much concentrated weight focused into one point, you felt the bed sink just a little. Namjoonâs face came into view over you. He groped between your bodies, finding himself and guiding the tip to nest perfectly against you.Â
When his bare cock slid inside you, it was done in a single, firm stroke. It wasnât about the power of his thrust. It was the unhesitant drive in his hips, planting his cock deep and pushing a strangled gasp right out of you.Â
Your upper body twisted, neck and head craning away. Profile bracing into the bed, you inhaled, head spinning off the scent of clean, fresh soap, light sweat and errant traces of Namjoonâs natural scent.Â
You keened as he pulled back, slid a hand down your side and cupped the hip facing up, then sunk back in. The pumping was seamless. He flowed in and out of you, building speed but keeping the perfect depth. Hitting spots inside you that sent sparks across your scalp. Sent rails of fire down your spine. Curled your toes, when he circled into you and his hips snapped.Â
âYou feel so good on my cock.. God baby..thatâs it..â Over you, Namjoonâs exhale coasted along your skin, burning hot as he muttered wondrously.
You could only whimper, nails sunk into the crook of his nearer elbow, head rolling back to keep your briefly open eyes focused on the ceiling beyond Namjoonâs rocking head.Â
He murmured. Fucked. Pushed your knees high as he folded your twisted body up more. Condensed what little tight, wet space was inside you, more and more. There was only so much room and it was fullâslick came out more and more as he pulled out and rammed back in.Â
It was an unmistakable wet slap loud and clear over Namjoonâs huffing. He was putting in the work and you were back at the edge, now something invisible wrapping and pulling you over. You tumbled, cumming hard. Cumming quick, seizing around his cycling cock.
Namjoonâs head lolled backwards, but he kept going, through your rippling walls. Working up a froth through the creamy mess building as you squeezed and pulsed. Your throat opened as you groaned out a âP..Please..donât s..stopâŚâ
Your guts seized so hard you couldnât cry out when Namjoon heeded your request and let himself really go, fucking you deeper. Harder. Jerking your whole body up the bed as he followed. You werenât escapingânot from him. Not from the gut wrenching orgasm ripping through you.Â
The world whited as your eyes rolled up entirely, leaving you sightless. Your purpose on this earth: to feel every bit of ecstasy rushing through you and sending you to the brink of human experience.Â
With the release of pressure a trickle followed down to your ass. Namjoon faltered. His lips dove down to your ear.
â..Inside orâŚo..out..âÂ
No time to think meant no room for regret. You HAD to know.Â
âInside. Fill me up, Namjoon..â Your lips joined in a deep, ravenous kiss, gobbling up his moan as he shuddered. A few rough thrusts later, he was still, plunged deep, pulsing. Your twitching pussy probably felt like heaven to him as he emptied every drop into you.
When it was over, Namjoon carefully pulled back. His cock slipped out and you felt emptier. For a moment your muscles stayed open, then closed up tight. Like they were determined to hold onto every ounce of what this man had just given.Â
âHolyâŚshit.â Namjoon wiped a forearm across his brow and laughed slowly, Adamâs apple dancing.Â
âYou felt..so good.â You blurted out. It took a few moments to see beyond the last rays of sunset through the window. The bouquet of colors was gone, leaving a muted, reddish haze.Â
Namjoonâs shoulders flexed back as he rolled his neck. â..If you could understand how your pussy feels.. Fuck..â With a groan he combed his bangs back.Â
âWorth the wait?âÂ
You tickled the downy trail running south, below his navel, then situated both calves on the outside of his hips. Namjoonâs hands rested loose on your hips. He wasnât shy, eyeing your whole body and wearing the smirk of a job well done.Â
There was no doubt heâd smashed your previous experiences. Your insides twitched and your head had barely cleared. Youâd just come back to the present, cobbling together enough focus for basic conversation.Â
âAnd then some..â Namjoon hummed, seizing your wrist and bringing that hand to his lips. He tucked a kiss into that palm. Leering down at you, he cupped that hand against the center of his chest. Right between those big, perfectly muscled pecs.Â
âReady to call your friend?â There was a distant hope sparkling in his eyes. You knew as well as he did: No was acceptable, again.Â
âIn a little bit.â You murmured, then glanced at his bedroom door. Heâd left it open. His mouth shifted into a half grin.Â
âSomething else you wantâmaybe somewhere else around here?âÂ
âWell I noticed a hot tub outside.âÂ
âThatâs right.â Namjoonâs muscles shifted under your palm. Your fingers curled along his skin, lightly pressing in, trying to feel more. You wanted more of him, not just the tour of his place.Â
âWe should try it out.âÂ
âWe can do that. A soak is good for the muscles.âÂ
âIâve heard that. âŚ.Got time to give me a full tour after that?â Whatever he might have planned for the rest of his night, he didnât flinch and his expression stayed pleasant. Welcoming, like his gaze following your legs up to your core and taking a long time to linger there.Â
âYouâre really changing my mind about this whole cabin in the woods thing.â You added. Namjoon puffed his chest and leaned forward, releasing his hold on your hand as if he knew youâd keep that palm against him.Â
You didnât prove him wrong, adding the other palm as he pressed down over you. A kiss was on the horizon and you tipped your face up. His weight felt good on youâNamjoonâs large frame trapped you in the best way.Â
He was warm. His cock was tacky but already semi hard as it inched across your belly.Â
âIâm always up for a chance to change an opinion. We can go have a soak and you can think about calling your friend after.âÂ
You offered a faux pout. âAre you saying I have to leave?âÂ
âThatâs not even close to what I said. Definitely wasnât thinking it..â Even being faintly chastised felt good. You couldnât say you had the same take away back at work, in front of your boss or direct report.Â
âGood to know.â You snuck a look down to what you could make out of your body underneath Namjoon. It was still damp enough between your thighs. You knew it wouldnât be as bad as it had been still in the act, but you knew a wipe down was in order before you dared stick a toe in his hot tub.Â
Call it respect, but you also wanted a chance to explore what things looked like after youâd been daring enough to ask for and receive what had to be a healthy load inside. That hadnât happened since your last committed relationship.Â
You looked up again, watching Namjoonâs face disappear as he sucked a kiss at the bottom of your neck, where it joined your shoulder. Afterwards he sat up and backed down the bed. He offered both hands to help you up.Â
When you stood upright face to face, the bed at your back, you felt shy. Your legs felt surprisingly weak. You swallowed, finding your mouth cottony.Â
âLetâs grab a drink too. You can show off your kitchen and the living room? Youâre into photography I noticed.â
âWhat makes you say that?â He tugged you along, taking a step at a time backwards towards the bedroom doorway. If it hadnât been his cabin, youâd wonder if heâd walked around his place in the city like this. What was that place like?Â
You wanted to know more about who Namjoon was beyond this big getaway spot in the woods and his generous many-card credit power.Â
âI saw photo albums on your bookshelf.âÂ
âYeah.â Namjoonâs features smothered darkness as he crossed the bedroom door threshold into the hallway. âI dabble now and then. Whenever Iâm here.âÂ
âWould love to see it.âÂ
âWe can add that to the tour. I do like to keep my guests happy.âÂ
âAnd I think I like this whole day in the woods. Might be time to find out about what a weekend away would be like.âÂ
Namjoonâs body was against you again as your travel paused midway down the hall. You didnât have to see, only feel and you knew he was going for a kiss. You surrendered your mouth and he took his time, tongue exploring lightly.Â
âA little Me TimeâŚI can support thatâin more than one way.â  Â
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..and a reminder to myself. It's about enjoying the process and experience.
as a fanfic writer, the best thing you can do for yourself is invest in the stories you want to read. donât think about what will get popular, because it will make you miserable. write about what means the most to you. if you want to write pure smut, do it. if you want to make intricate worlds and complex characters, do it. write and write and write. contrary to popular belief, good art does not have to make you suffer. all my very best work is the stuff that i enjoyed writing
No One Else (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count:Â 5.0kish
Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n/Reader
Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit
Warnings:Â Unprotected sex, semi-clothed sex, creampie, biting, groping, pinching, slapping, kissing (tongue and other), aggressive Namjoon, jealousy, possessive undertones, rough/intense sex, orgasms (yours and his), squirting (implied), hair pulling, scratching, cuddling, softness (at the end), rich Namjoon/CEO Namjoon elements, Established (early) relationship stuff
Genre:Â PWP, Established Relationship
AUs:Â CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon
Summary:Â Namjoon is a man who gets what he wants. Nothing is out of his reach. You find out what happens when he thinks someone else might get something that should be his. It brings out a side of him you never knew existed.
Authorâs Note:
For my sis @worldwideseal
This is a standalone story from the CEO AU and isn't the same CEO Namjoon from previous stories, although there are some of the same elements (established relationship).
Thank you for reading. If you liked it, feel free to comment. If you reblog, it's also very much appreciated but not required.
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The penthouse door shut behind you and Namjoonâs footsteps followed shortly after.Â
Although the foyer hall was dark, you knew it well enough to identify every single shape like youâd lived there for years. Youâd certainly leaned into the comfort and confidence of accepting that you did in fact live here. It was as official as could be: youâd gotten a couple bills and updated your mailing address.
It didnât get any more real than that.Â
As you wandered past the tall mirror mounted on the wall, you glanced at yourself, enjoying the site of your legs in the heels chosen for the night: slightly taller stilettos that made your legs look as long as youâd always wanted.Â
It was that much better hearing Namjoonâs dress shoes pacing at your back. You finally slowed at the end of the hall, facing the den unfolding before your eyes. Based on the warmth suddenly rising at your back, Namjoon had stopped just behind you.Â
His breath grazing your shoulder only confirmed the fact a moment later. His words chased the fading wisps when he spoke.Â
âDid you have a good time?âÂ
Whatever reason he was asking, you hid your confusion and smiled, noting the far off night sky through the massive picture windows framing the room across the way. The night sky looked surreal this high up. Living in one of the tallest buildings in the center of a bustling city had its perksâand this one was high on your list.Â
âYes.â You whispered. A beat passed.
Namjoonâs lips pressed your skin then slid towards the outside of one shoulder and departed just there. âGood.â He murmured.
Another moment slipped between the silence that followed.
â..It was nice to show you off.âÂ
Hearing him say that ALWAYS felt amazing, and Namjoon never seemed to get tired of announcing it. You often suspected that was the whole reason he insisted you come along to these events.
Gatherings. Galas. Whatever they were, whenever they happened, it was almost a guarantee heâd send you a message ahead of time with a save the date notice.Â
Which was followed by a visit to his tailor for fittings. Beautiful dresses that youâd never imagined being in, customized to your shape. Emphasizing what you had and making you feel like a model. A goddess.Â
Skin treatments that had you smelling like heaven and glowing like an angel come to earth. You couldnât get enough. The hours of prep was always worth the end result: eyes on you.
Attention of the most surprisingly good kind. It was a wonderful change youâd grown into with this relationship.
For once sensing eyes on you from all directions didnât scream âbe on guardâ. It lifted you. Pumped your ego and fed it to a healthy size.Â
You always came back to a single home truth: the only eyes you really desired belonged to Namjoon. His stare was what you craved. Dined on, when it was served.Â
Like heâd done earlier tonight, all through the drive over. In steely silence, city lights washing features and his jaw muscle writhing. From next to you at the banquet hall table, shoulder to shoulder among his friends and associates.Â
And just like now: when you turned and spotted his gaze leveled your way again. There was something amiss in the sparkle there, beaming from those narrowing eyes.Â
âWhat?â You scoffed playfully, offering a coquettish pose, fanning lashes at him. Your lips pursed just a little and Namjoonâs own thinned into a very taut smile.Â
One that youâd seen after many unpleasant work meetings or a particularly busy work day. He did move a lot of money so his mood could be mercurial.Â
Nerves rising a little, sending goosebumps along your skin, you straightened a bit, waiting for him to speak. But Namjoon didnât. He waited just long enough to break the silence, right when your lips parted to speak.
âWhat did you think of him?â
âHim.â You repeated, now fully turned to face Namjoon. He was slow, tugging each cuff of his suit jacket sleeves and sliding arms out one after the other. Even in spite of the broad shouldered design of the garment, Namjoon shedding it did little to diminish his stature.Â
This man managed to look just as broad. Except now the more fitted shape of his dress shirt thoroughly outlined his triangular shape. As if you needed the reminder he was spending more and more time at the gym in the mornings.Â
Like it wasnât enough he could destroy you as he was if he never stepped foot in there again, but that wasnât enough for him. Namjoon cared about his body and keeping it ready to work at peak performance. He didnât just keep his mind sharp. He kept every muscle ready. Trained.Â
He wanted the best and he did not sit back until it came to him. He chased it down, made it his own. Just like heâd done to you.
The way he stepped closer after hanging the jacket on a nearby wall hook shrank the air around you. This roomâs high ceiling wouldnât stop you if your soul departed and sailed up with the energy of a rocket off the launch pad.Â
You swallowed, chest dangerously tight. That was easy enough to ignoreâyou had to or youâd panic.Â
âHim?â You repeated, letting all the confusion and nervousness out in this single word.Â
It didnât change that slowly deepening glare that had taken residence on Namjoonâs face.
âHim.â He grunted, tone like granite. And just as warm. Now he was within reach, chest puffing. His fingers found your chin, tracing the shape, then circled and held tight. Slowly he tipped your face up so he could see you clearly.Â
Knowing Namjoon was looking into your eyes, there wouldnât be any way to retreat because you couldnât look away, no matter how hard you tried.Â
âThe man who was talking to you by the champagne fountain.âÂ
Your mind scrambled backwards in the evening, combing over every mundane detail. Things you might have missed, down to the color of the salad fork and the way Namjoon had unfolded his napkin and laid it on his lap.
The big, plump warmth of his palm on your thigh there, under the table. The way it climbed slowly until youâd almost choked on a mouthful of red wine between courses. Just before youâd gone to the dancefloor.Â
âOh.â The admitting came in a low wheeze from your lips. You resisted licking them, lest you ruin the lipstick youâd purchased just for this evening.Â
Namjoon released your chin. Smiling, he leaned closer. It was hard to see that smile didnât go further than the apples of his cheeks because youâd never seen it directed at you. He was not pleased.Â
âYes.â He cooed but it was a rumble. From deep in that broad chest. The buttons of his shirt looked like they were as stressed as you felt. His free hand was at the top button, popping it open. â..Him. What did you think of him?âÂ
âYou want me to say something specific, then tell me.â You replied. Playing mind games with Namjoon was dangerous when he was in a mood like this. It couldnât have gone well for anyone who tried it in the world of business and you were far more woefully underskilled to even begin trying.Â
Youâd be crushed like a bug.Â
Namjoonâs smile stayed. He opened a second button. More skin came into view, the v shape of parting shirt material widening. Tempting your attention and the beginnings of a sweet ache much further below your navel.Â
âI just want the truth.âÂ
âI wouldnât lie to you.âÂ
âI know you wouldnât, Y/n. Which is why I trust that I can ask you and get the answer.â
âI canât make something up. I just saidââ You sputtered weakly and Namjoonâs finger drew a rail of fire down your lips,heading for the center divot at the base of your throat. You were helpless as your head lolled backwards.Â
The ceiling was all you could see, starlight making a white aura there as his touch stopped and he traced a spiral there just near one collarbone. His lips feathered your neck on one side and your knees shook.
He growled. Sank teeth gently to pinch just a bit of skin. So careful that you knew it could be so much more dangerous than he was letting it become. And you knew HE knew how much this turned you on. The danger contained and wielded by such a powerful man like Namjoon Kim.
Beyond-billionaire. Earned his stripes and his reputation. Earned the privacy and mystery of his success and the corners of his life he kept locked up tight. Youâd only just gotten into the inner circle but there were doors you knew were still closed.Â
Especially when it came to his appetites. Youâd never thought that you could walk around on this earth feeling perpetually wet like Namjoon had you doing since you became serious.Â
Your knees locked as you drew in a deep breath. Instead of helping, your head spun.Â
âSo donât. The truth gets MUCH better rewards than lies,my sweet. Unless..â He dragged a finger over the wet spot where his teeth had been, then massaged into the depression left. You bit back a moan.Â
â...Unless you like that kind of thing? Are you that type? Do you like to be punished, Y/n? I know weâre still learning about each otherâweâve got a long way to go. But I wouldnât mind knowing that. I can oblige if youâre into going through it. Wouldnât be my first time.âÂ
Oh my god. The ceiling wobbled and you blinked. Shaking your head had you unsteady in the heels youâd managed to strut successfully in most of the night. Good thing it didnât last long before the ceiling stilled again.Â
Namjoon moved onto your shoulders, bringing one finger under the stress strap and tugging it aside. It fell down to your bicep. The tickle was so intense you almost shuddered. Everything was so alive with Namjoon so close.Â
Having him in your life had EVERYTHING much brighter and more fresh, so this should stop being a surprise, and yetâŚ
After he guided the other strap down and it was hanging the same way on the other side, Namjoonâs eyes came into view after he cupped the back of your head and pulled it upright. Placing your attention solidly where he wanted. Getting his way.
Exactly what he deserved.Â
The only remaining sign of his former smile were two dangerously thin pink lines, even tighter than you felt.Â
âAre you that type?â He was speaking so low and quiet, forcing you to strain beyond your thundering heart just to hear.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
â..Mmmhm.â He barely nodded. Something entered his eyesâa new kind of flame. Flickering and hungry. Was that âŚjealousy? Namjoonâs lips parted and his forehead barely touched yours. He spoke again.Â
âThen tell me what you thought of him.â He wasnât going to let this go.
At least youâd finally remembered who he was talking about: some nice older man from your trip to the champagne fountain while Namjooon made his social rounds. One of the only moments heâd left your side.Â
An exotically handsome man. With an accent thick enough you mostly understood and pieced together what heâd asked. Basic questions. A compliment, and his reaching for your earringâthe 24k dangling drop with a real pearl at the center.Â
Heâd been brief in his conversation and your gut dropped when you remembered the man leaning close to speak in your ear and whispering his compliment on the accessory. It wasnât a long conversation and enough people had been around, you hadnât realized Namjoon was still aware enough to see.Â
But he had. His sneering smile slowly opened the door to whatever lurked underneath his composure as he waited.
Two of his fingers walked right down the center of your chest, stopping at the top of your dress, where it dipped low between the swells of both breasts, then curved into a hook shape.Â
âI didnât..â Your lips shook. It was a bleating plea. No room to feel pathetic or weak. You meant it so much right now.
The plea in your eyes hit whatever wall was up in his mind. Namjoon smirked a little, heat rolling from his flaring nostrils with the sound.Â
Your body jerked forward as he pulled away, dragging you with him. You barely kept up, stumbling along, heels dangerously unsteady as you both moved towards the hallway. It never seemed so long, passing doors as you plodded along, going from marble to tile to carpet, paving the way to the last door at the very end.
Namjoon only let go to reach forward and open the door. He pushed a little with one palm, then stepped aside and jerked his chin towards the inner chamber.Â
You moved over the threshold. Just like heâd done with the front door, Namjoon shut the bedroom door. Even so, closed off from the rest of the place, this room was massive and always felt that way. Day or night, it didnât matter. This space was just as big as everywhere else here.Â
Namjoon wasnât about to live small. He demanded room and made his own, no apologies.Â
You turned around, seeing his form striding for the closet. Without looking at you, Namjoon was at work, stripping his shirt off. It fell to the floor as a crumpled heap. His hands went to his belt as he stood in the open closet doorway.Â
It was like heâd felt your hands rising to the back of your dress, arms twisting and fumbling to find your dress zipper. His words were ice, cutting across the darker space.Â
âDonât you dare. Face the bed. Bend over, palms flat.âÂ
Your eyes opened wider but you turned away and did as told. You hear the sounds of hangers moving along the rails in the closet. He disappeared then, the sound of material rustling coming from around the door that blocked your sight.Â
Forever seemed to pass as you stared at the headboard further up, so many pillows arranged neatly. Almost nearly perfect. Namjoon was no slouch in housekeeping efforts either. His cleaners knew their standard and never slipped an inch.
A hard squeeze on one ass cheek, through the material of your dress made your thighs tense. You went up on toes and your ankles threatened to quit entirely. Fingers curled into the perfectly smooth bed sheets. Your nails dug deep into the cool surface, sending an ache through the first knuckles on every finger.Â
Your lips retreated from your teeth as you sucked air through. âJoon..â You whined. Heat rushed through your folds, daggering right up into your center. You felt the rush of pressure and warmth building just behind your seal.Â
Namjoonâs laugh behind you was long and faded. His single slap was hard. A little bit more pain than pleasure and you took it, eyes rolling a little. You quickly focused on a single pillow at the center of the collection directly ahead.Â
âLove it when you say my name.â His fingers pinched. Groped a solid handful of your cheek and kneaded. He let go and the ache stayed there for a few seconds. â..You remember his name too?âÂ
âNo.â You spat out. Even if you did you wouldnât have said it for all the money in the world. You wanted to forget youâd even met this guy, whomever he was, that Namjoon suddenly couldnât think about anything but that stranger.Â
âNo?â Another snicker and Namjoonâs fingers traced the hem of your dress and tugged it up over your ass. He bunched the material around your lower back. You wanted to feel shame but the fire didnât stay at your face, it ran right down to your pussy.Â
âPlease.â You began. A low moan came out when Namjoon ran the back of a knuckle across the crotch of your panties.
âSo hot, kitten. Is that me..or him?âÂ
âNamjoon..â You whined now, thighs openly shaking. Your knees bent briefly and you struggled, straightening them again. Your ass jerked and Namjoon kissed the small of your back.Â
âDonât you hear me? Iâm talking to you. You werenât noticing me when he was next to you.â
You had so many things you wanted to sayâevery word bottlenecking at the back of your lips. You worked, chewing invisible sounds but nothing made it out. It was peak frustration borne of the pinnacle of arousal.Â
And it was going to burn you alive. Namjoon was quite clearly happy to see you spinning so far out of control while he was slowly gathering the reins.Â
His monologuing continued as he followed both sides of the cotton center panel with a pointer finger, debating which side to move first. As if it was a when, not an if. Time warped, extending into the unknowable future as you waited. Suffered. Found it harder to focus on anything but survival.Â
The sheets under your palms warmed and sank a little deeper when your weight listed forward. A knee rutted the inside of your right thigh, hinting. âSpreadâ wasnât said in a word, just in that action.
âSeeing him close to you made me realize something. Iâm a jealous man. I want whatâs mine. Whatâs mineâŚis MINE. I donât share. Why should I have to? Is that impractical, Y/n?â
You couldnât speak still, lips twisting. Your eyes rushed with wet heat. Shock was filling you to the topâyouâd never been so emotional over desire in your life until now. Whatever was happening, you needed Namjoon to make it all disappear. To imagine he was somehow misunderstanding a casual conversation this muchâŚ
But youâd never plunged this far into the depths of a dark enjoyment: having someone so into you they were being unreasonable by more and more measure. You, a woman so desired that a man this powerful would be so swept up to lose some semblance of control.Â
He could have it ALLâevery inch of you. Whatever heâd ask in trade, let him take it all. Crush it in his big, strong fist. And let him put that same hand around your neck. Squeeze until you can't think or feel. Until the resistance that might be there flowed out, like the last breaths and the high that promised to rush through you at that perfect momentâŚ
You came back to reality with Namjoon tracing something warm and blunt along your sex. It was heavy, the thump when he slapped it against you. That impact made you jump.
Your ankle rolled and you whimpered, kicking that heel off. The other went too, shooting across the carpet and ending up somewhere in the dark, chased by Namjoonâs giggle.Â
âI knowâŚitâs so much, isnât it? ButâŚIâm not being totally crazy, am I?â He pushed against you, his belly brushing over your ass and the pressure over you increasing as the blunt shape nosed hard into your folds. You realize: it was the tip of his cock and it was fat.Â
Your senses dulled and the world grayed as you nearly fainted in need. âN..no. YouâŚwantâŚit..â It was hard to even hear your own voice, tinny and breathless in the dim space ahead. No need to finish your thought. He did it for you.Â
â---I do want it. I want YOU. Youâre mineâŚarenât you?â A hand clapped over your other hip and he pulled you into his rolling hips. His cock brushed against the inside of your thigh, silky hot. Burning to the touch.
Your arms trembled and you let your face touch the sheets with a pained moan. Namjoon wound his free hand through your hair and pulled you right back up.
âStay there. Listen to me when Iâm talking to you. Couldnât hear me there.. You hear me now, donât you?â Cool air washed over your pussy as the panties slid to the side and took your seal with it, breaking you open.Â
The head of his cock bulldozed through your flesh, spreading the slick. He used a single, spiraling stroke to coat himself and leaned back enough to seat his tip right inside of you, then leaned forward, pulling your head back to bring you into his stroke.Â
It was white sparks showering through your closed eyes as he filled you up. Your walls bloomed in tightness as they filled. Stretched. Expanded to take in every inch of this thick cock pushing into you until his belly met your ass.Â
When he was hilted, Namjoon tugged your hair again, firmer. Growled and let his head roll back. Pulled back just enough, then snapped his hips. Still speaking, he set a paceâa stroke every second. Not wasting time or waiting around like heâd done hours ago.Â
In the elevator.
The car.Â
In line to get into this dinner.Â
In line to get a drink, with you against his side, demurely, fingers wound through his own and greedily choking on his cologne.Â
Wetness oozed from deep inside, cresting the outer edge of your pussy lips as he drove in harder. Began to really heave with each forward thrust.Â
âThis..I bet he was thinking about this.. But it isnât his. He couldnât see or touch thisâcould he Y/n? You wouldnât bend over his bed like this. You wouldnât spread wide open and take every inch for him, would you?â
Even if he demanded you play along and answer, your body rocked and jerked so hard as he fucked you that the words would have been jostling too. Lost bouncing up your throat if they even made it to your lips.Â
The grip on your hip tightened and nails scraped your skin there, leaving stinging that melted into nothing as seconds passed, overlapped by the slapping sound of your skin meeting his. The bed began to tremble when Namjoon went harder.Â
You couldnât hold it back anymore, ass raising up and head dropping,letting your face crush against the fresh cold of the sheet's surface. Your makeup made a rainbow of colors, the color of your lipstick leaving streaks below that you only glimpsed before your eyes shut again as a clamp seized your insides. Chills rushed through you, pushing out a warning moanâhe was getting you close.Â
You were going to cum. And it was going to be hard.
Whether or not he was actually aware, Namjoon continued to pound away at you, snarlingâmuttering something you couldnât hear. Squeezing your skin so hard vessels burst underneath. He slapped and pinched, the sting biting through the ecstasy.Â
âJ..Jooonieee.â You keened, head heavy and turning, giving you a chance to turn your profile to one side and suck in a much needed lungful of air. You could taste his scent. Taste that cologne. Namjoon made some belly deep sound behind you.
His weight fell into you as he pushed your body onto the bed, forcing you into a prone position. Now his thrusting went from forward and back to almost straight up and down. Dunking into you, sinking down hard and rising up. Like a piston into the ground, pulling up oil. Pumping for the desired fluid, relentlessly steady.Â
It was no use. Namjoon stabbed his cock deep and stayed there with a boom of pleasure.Â
The clench came again and your body vibrated. Your hands clenched at sheets, tugging them towards you in desperation. Trying to pull away a little and find some moment of relief. To think a little.
Most fruitlessly of all: to save yourself against the rushing inevitability on your heels.Â
âFuck baby..You feel so goodâŚâ Barked at you this time, loud like he didnât care to remember where he was. And if he did? He gave no fucks because it was all about what he wanted and how close it was to being in his grasp.Â
He felt you within his reach, like his hand rising from your hip to your throat to grip tight, and his weight along your back as he barely planked.
You werenât escaping.
You were trapped and you were exactly where you belonged.Â
âC..close. PleâŚplease..Donât..â
âWhat is it?â Namjoonâs tone dripped in evil. In such an offensive pretend innocence, the way he nudged at your few remaining senses.
You barely blinked, just at the edge. Ekeing out a the few words you could to warn. To beg, one last time.
â--He canât be me. He canât stop me. NO one takes whatâs mine. THIS is mine..â The pumping started, hard and furious as Namjoon lips found your ear.Â
Like he wasnât pounding your insides into nothing but a creamy mess. He fucked into you with angry strokes. Going deep. Into your guts. Almost into your lungs.
Your throat, where his fingers circled and squeezed more. You barely gasped out the last remains of air, eyes rolling so hard it was static graywash as the orgasm hit.Â
You seized under him as Namjoon pulled back and gave a few more strokes before you squeezed so tight he couldnât move. He fell against you with a satisfied grunt, feeling you convulse and squeeze. Your pussy rippled, sending spastic ripples down the length of his thick cock.Â
Namjoon ground into you as he rode out the high, then stirred himself until he shuddered.
âMake me cum..â He breathed, growling again in a long, creaking exhale as he did just that, hips blanching from how hard they pushed into your ass until he was done. Namjoonâs weight fell onto you completely as he took time to recover himself.Â
Eventually he came away enough and your hair slid free from his fingers, falling across the sweating span of your shoulders. The room air washed across your skin, giving much needed air a chance to cool you off.Â
You laid there until your eyes opened, then turned your face the other way, barely spotting one of Namjoonâs naked palms digging into the mattress near your head.
He leaned down enough to look into your eyes. The bridge of his nose was glittery. His temples and brow fared the same but Namjoon didnât seem to notice.Â
Instead he offered a pleased grin. Both dark browns rose. âStill with me, Y/n? Here..look at me.âÂ
Right now doing that took every ounce of energy you could muster. And that wasnât much. Your ass clenched with the occasional aftershocks in your pussy. As your hips shifted you felt the dampness under your mound. It was a sizable circle that spread almost wide enough to both hips.Â
âI..â You licked your lips, then tried again. â...I..came.â
âDid you?â Namjoon winked. How he still had any ability to be upright was sending you right now. It must have looked like youâd been shot, the way you just posed there on the bed, boneless. Feeling weak and wasted.Â
Dick drunk. The very definition.
Whatever his jealousy had inspired, Namjoon had done well above whatever he needed to do to prove himself to whatever his name was. You could barely remember anyone from hours ago, let alone the man heâd fixated on. Maybe that was how heâd wanted and planned it.Â
Namjoon stripped your dress off your body and peeled the panties away. Seeing the soaked panel earned another laugh.Â
âI love the mess you made..â He praised, bunching your panties up and brushing them over his nose and lips. A moment later he tossed them up the bed and your dress followed. Your heels rolled across the carpet, just in view off the bed.Â
Namjoonâs body melted into the bed next to you and he rolled onto his side. You were still fairly helpless as hands found you and turned you over to one side, facing him. As you gazed at Namjoon from lids raised to a pathetic minimum, he watched your face.
And he did it for a long time. Long enough your blinks started to last longer and longer. Fatigue crawled into your mind, pushing out any thoughts and making conversation an impossible and unnecessary thing. By the placid expression you kept coming back to when you could open your eyes, Namjoon didnât mind. In fact, maybe it was that he expected this result.Â
When fingers traced your temple and stroked through your hair slowly, it sealed your fate. You yawned and it ended in a fitfully weak moan.Â
Namjoon caught your hand against his chest and pulled it up to his lips, kissing the curled fingers, then opening them to lay your open palm against his cheek.Â
âMine.â He murmured.Â
You nodded. Or it might have been a dream. But it felt so real. Like his kisses, each one following your nose down. He kissed you deep and slow, taking his time, letting his tongue explore your mouth for a little bit before he pulled back.Â
Your tongue swabbed the wetness his kiss left behind as he drew you against his front and wrapped an arm over you in an unyielding hug that was a perfect fit. It was only Namjoonâs steadily slowing breathing that you heard. Not even your own registered as you inhaled him again.
Floating in sweet, heady nothingness, you stayed silent. He did the same.
It was the kind of night you dreamed about. The kind of world heâd opened to you: expensive sheets. Massive, spanning beds. Big spaces with glittering, clean furniture, more expensive than you could calculate.Â
Sitting at the top of the world with a man who might as well own itâwell on his way to doing just that. But all he really wanted was you. And if there was truly ever any doubt he could get you, it ended here. Tonight. If jealousy was a motivator for him, he used it as a tool like an expert at the craft.Â
Let him want and covet. Let him desire and buy it all up. He had you lock and stock. Â
Except when he mumbled in the dark, minutes later.Â
âThereâs no one else, Y/n.âÂ
You couldnât say it, but you thought it. Distant hope was eternal that heâd hear you, even in your unfocused and fuck drunk state.Â
Thereâs no âsomeone elseâ. Itâs just you. Always. Â