Stepbro Jungkook Coming Around To Be A Menace Again

stepbro jungkook coming around to be a menace again

Don't Tell (Jungkook x Fem Reader)

Word Count: 4.41k(ish)

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/n(Fem Reader)

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected sex, kissing (french and other), public sex, making out,mentions of /kinks for tattoos and piercing, teasing, grinding, slow dancing, taboo dynamics (step bro/sis), orgasms (yours and his), creampie, rough/intense sex, step bro/step sis forbidden stuff, dirty talk, praise, wall fucking, sucking (neck and lips), implied secret crush on you behavior, watching/creeping/spying stuff. Probably missed something but oh well.

Genre: PwP

AUs: Step Brother BTS/Step brother Jungkook

Summary: Your stepbrother is a brat. You barely get along but that doesn't mean you like when he shows up on a girl's night out to give you a hard time at a club. A little step sibling ribbing and rivalry goes further than anticipated.

Author’s Note: Purely an excuse to write kinky step bro smut. I liked the idea of step bro Jungkook being a menace/brat and got this suggestion from Anon (thank you and I hope you enjoy it). It's been a minute since I've caved and wrote something just flat out horny/smutty that reaches into Taboo realms.

Ignore the typos and all other oddities.

Enjoy if it's your kind of thing and you're a Jungkook stan. I enjoyed it.

Thank you for reading. If you like it and want to tell me, I'd love to hear it. Reblogging is not required but always appreciated.

Tag List: @kiestrokes @worldwideseal

It didn’t matter how long he’d been watching you. What mattered was that he finally spoke. 

“This is cute… Y/n and her friends, having a girl’s night.” 

You’d only just swallowed down your second shot when the haughty tone came from over your right shoulder. Turning revealed an equally gleeful smirk on familiar, lush lips. 

“Jungkook.” It was all you said–more sighing it and not hiding the way your eyes rolled. You and he had never hidden much from each other–especially not when your dad had married his mom and you’d become unwilling step siblings. 

He wasn’t getting less annoying as the years went by. What was previously an uneasy truce was rapidly crumbling to a simmering antagonism under the guise of sibling rivalry. Not that Jungkook was better than you. He was almost your polar opposite. As far as it went you weren’t sure what your father saw in him that they got on so well. 

Right now all you could see was the glint of his lip piercing and those eyes, shining as he leveled his best smug glare at you. And right now you wished you’d taken the offer for a 3rd shot. Especially with this little brat standing nearly chest to chest. 

“There’s a ton of space around here. You don’t have to stand so close.” You offered a milquetoast smile, forcing your gaze away enough to push his lithe form to the peripherals of your vision. There was PLENTY more to look at, even if it was all in the form of gyrating bodies on the dancefloor nearby. 

“Maybe.” Jungkook looked around, face going from smug to vaguely disinterested. Eventually his eyes were back on you—that much was clear in the edge of your vision. It didn’t quite make your skin crawl but a prickle was working its way up your arms. 

He just HAD to find a way to ruin a really nice night. But that was what siblings were prone to doing. 

Jungkook snorted. You knew the sound–the light raised lip. The sneaking view of teeth and one corner of his mouth crooked. No need to look. If you did it would only serve to bother YOU more. Per the usual standard, he seemed absolutely unbothered. 

“Interesting choice to hang with the girls, Y/n.” A loaded statement that you could see the trap buried deep inside. You shrugged, opting to ignore it for now. This was public and not the dinner table at home, or shoulder to shoulder with him in at the kitchen sink after dinner, scrubbing up the dishes while you both sniped each other with backhanded teasing. 

“It’s ladies night.” You replied. Another sound–this one a chuckle–and Jungkook reached around you, snatching a waiting drink. You’d paid for it but he wasn’t going to make good on compensation. Still you swallowed hard watching the rhythmic rise and fall of his adams apple as almost all of the glass contents disappeared down his throat. After the glass was back exactly where it’d been on the table, Jungkook turned his focus on you again. 

“I was wondering. There’s a lot of people here.” His observation was dry and plain. Maybe in another time and space you would find Jungkook as hot as he acted like everyone found him, but right now you just wanted to dump the remains of that drink on his head and make him leave. 

But you didn’t own the club. It was a free country. The best bet might be to leave. 

“By all means..” You began,head tilting towards the front of the club and the exit doors. Jungkook’s rising brow and scoff told you he’d picked up the hint and dropped it again just as quickly.

“You’re a real peach, Y/n. What’s with the hostility? We’re not enemies.” 

“We’re not friends either. We’re—”

“Family.” He finished, earning your glare. It was so hot you’d hoped he could feel it boring right through his skull. But as usual Jungkook ignored your reaction. 

“We’re NEVER going to be family.” You shot back. “It’s bad enough that my dad remarried. I’m coping.”

“My mom makes him happy. Don’t be selfish by making it about you. Everyone else gets along.” 

“How fortunate for them.” You sniffed and pushed the empty shot glass towards the small gathering of glasses left by your friends. Friends who’d disappeared in various directions. You were due to join most of them on the dancefloor in a minute and that was some hopeful escape. 

Without missing a beat Jungkook moved on and pointed at the dancefloor. 

“Yes..” You sighed. “What about it?”

“You here to drink and watch people have fun or do you dance?” 

“You’re a real prick, Koo.” You gritted out, stepping away from the table. It wasn’t worth calling Jungkook out as he moved too, keeping you within reach. It was odd but not surprising at the same time. He was annoyingly close at home too. 

“You’re such a sweet step sister. Answer the question.” 

Your eyes rolled, head turning his way. Hopefully he saw it. Based on the even line of his lips, if he did he couldn’t care less. Jungkook had a phenomenal poker face.

“About what? …The dancing?” 

“Yes.” His lids fluttered in faint annoyance but it disappeared under the club lights painting his face with a rainbow of colors. 

“I can dance. As a matter of fact if you’ll excuse me—” You stepped away, going towards the dancefloor edge, where an opening was available. It was a palpable heat the closer every footstep took you towards the rabble.  

And as usual Jungkook was riding your ass the whole way, but it was..whatever, thanks to the helping hum of the shot flowing through your system. The club lights swirled and slowed perceptibly as the first hints of alcohol reached your brain. A gauzy sensation slid over your senses. Annoyance ebbed away by degrees. 

Instead you swayed back a little, feeling the bass flowing over you, pulsing. Riding your skin as your attention went out to those heads and the shadowy hands raised, waving and gesturing in time with the beat. 

“Get your ass out there, Y/n. Or are you afraid?” Again Jungkook’s voice came from over your shoulder as he spoke right to your earlobe.

Run your mouth some more, Jungkook. Watch me get a first tonight: kicked out for fighting in a club. Screw best behavior–I’ll blame the alcohol. Your shoulders squared. Tossing your hair back, you slipped between the bodies without a backwards look. It didn’t matter if Jungkook followed you over the line, into the dark heat of the dancefloor. He could hang out in the corner all night or he could fuck off back home. You were going to dance for YOU, not to prove anything to him.

You’d barely stopped at a big enough space near the wall and one of the floor to ceiling speakers by the DJ booth and turned to face the way you’d come. No sign of Jungkook and if he was following he’d have a challenge: the bodies closed up the path you’d used as the dancing went on. 

You couldn’t help smiling and letting the sensation of the booming bass rattle inside your chest. Soon it had your hips moving and your body was doing what it did in your bedroom alone, stereo up and lights dimmed. Your spine undulated as your entire body got into the motion. 

Soon the shifting of your hips had your center tingling. You loved the music and the feeling of the throbbing heat closing in all around. It would probably have you sweating soon enough but that was what the pulled back hair and short, strapless club dress was all about. 

You’d chosen wisely tonight, grateful for the easy movement of your bare arms and shoulders. The flexing in your thighs unburdened by the hem at mid thigh. The dress material was flexible. Forgiving. Light and fitted. 

You felt good. You moved even better, head lolling back as you turned your body slowly, eyes closed. It was you feeling the music. Running fingers through your hair and humming, even if you could only feel it in your throat, not hearing a single note over the music flooding your ears. 

You’d find your friends later–right now this was your song and you needed to enjoy it for a while. 

What you hadn’t seen right away was what you finally caught when your eyes opened and you ended up facing the way you’d come before. This time the crowd had parted again–just enough a figure slipped through. 

You knew that shaggy head of hair and the tangle of bangs. The glint of silver in the lip. The tattoo, running from wrist up around the bicep to disappear under the sleeve of the black t-shirt. 

Jungkook. Like a fucking lost puppy. But that wasn’t what you saw in those eyes. They weren’t shining with amusement or pity. It was something more…raw. Something visceral. A strong feeling rose in your belly as your hips stalled for a moment. 

Head cocked, he came closer as you grunted and turned your back. The LEAST he could do was leave you alone. There were plenty of women here and he was a single man–so far as you knew. And as far as his mom believed, an angel. 

The pressure of fingers tips running the back of your arm had fresh prickles climbing your skin. Your lips parted. He didn’t seem to hear the curse you spat with a half backward glare of one shoulder. 

Yes, his profile was right there. Right fucking there. AS USUAL. But the heat wasn’t cloying anymore. It was all slowly gathering somewhere low and tight. Somewhere under that dress hem. Your thigh muscles seized. Jungkook’s fingers curved over one hip and tugged, guiding your ass back into his hips.

One thing about Jungkook: he could move his body. He was athletic enough. Varsity something. Too many varsity “somethings” in high school and college– as you were privy to hear about at dinner too often. 

Breath caressed your shoulder. Lips brushed as he giggled. This close you didn’t need to shout and neither did Jungkook. So you heard him loud and clear.

“What’s this? Y/n does dance. Is this what you do in your room with the door closed?” 

“Go away.” You growled but didn’t pull back. Jungkook’s slow body rolling didn’t change pace or intensity, staying on beat. It kept you there as well. 

“Not a denial. I’m not leaving, sis.” 

“Don’t call me that.” The point of your elbow jammed into his belly only served to tighten muscle that was already visible the times you’d caught him running around outside with his shirt off. Or around the house–more often these days. No amount of teasing made him self conscious enough to add a layer. 

“Hmmm.. I’m sorry.” He hummed, cloying breath going right up your nape. He followed it to pause behind your ear.

“What do you want me to call you?” 

“Y/n. That’s my name. You didn’t forget that.” 

“No. There’s a lot about you I can’t forget.” 

“Creep..” You breathed as warmth feathered your lobe, then lips touched. Pecked. When teeth trapped and tugged you winced and shuddered. When your hand shot up towards his head, Jungkook’s quick reflexes caught your wrist and he guided it behind to rest at the small of your back. A few long fingers circled around the bone guaranteed you’d be hard pressed to try again. 

“I’m faster. What were you going to do, pull my hair? Not very nice of you..” 

Your chest tightened but the pounding was getting louder. Jungkook’s other palm slid up from your hip to just under your navel and pressed there. Both of you had stopped moving except for the barest sway left and right. You’d long since lost the beat. The music was a distant sound. A cover, like the sweeping club lights well overhead, none of it reaching further than your shoulders. 

Any onlooker would only see Jungkook whispering. Not exactly a sight out of the ordinary for a club at this hour. If they didn’t know the relationship between you, they’d just assume it was two people feeling the music and falling into a mood together, soon to escape and do the thing most club night hookups ended in. 

Which was the last thing that should happen with you and Jungkook. 

You licked your lips and tried to speak. “Koo—”

“Hmmm.”

It was more affirmation fueling the option your lizard brain had turned him into. An objection was desperately trying to escape to bring sense to you both.

Fingertips curled against your skin. Although your skin was warm under the dress material his touch was even warmer as he added pressure.

“What are you doing?” You finally gasped, choking on any further words as his palm descended. His touch crept lower, wandering between your thighs and they shivered then clamped tight. Your head snapped to one side, tilted sharp. “..N…No..” 

“So why aren’t you fighting me? Why do you feel so…hot? Isn’t THIS what happens in a club?” 

Breath huffed in tempo as Jungkook chuckled louder. His teeth gripped a bit of skin near your jugular and let it slip free, then he sucked the spot until a wet ring remained. 

He wasn’t far off. You’d done this plenty of times with handsome strangers whose acquaintance was hours old…or sometimes less. That was completely different—who Jungkook was created a huge problem being anything BUT a stranger. 

Cognitive dissonance built in the form of pressure behind your eyes and at the back of your head. But it wasn’t enough to make you pull away. And Jungkook pulled you even closer. The thick heat curved along your ass was familiar. And all your insides knew were that they needed to be stuffed deep. 

The name that came with it was a piddling detail. It wasn’t illegal. Morality and ethics aside. 

“We’re siblings.” 

“Anyone here know that?”

“Are you…serious?” You whined but your body just wasn’t cooperating. The fact was: Jungkook was just as sexy and good looking as every other man here, past or present. 

And right now his arm looped your waist as he backed you both through the crowd, taking the brunt of collision as he bullied you both whatever direction only he knew. Eventually the backward traveling came to a stop and the club swirled into a blur of color and light until you found a wall against your back. 

Then found Jungkook’s eyes gazing from below as he took one knee. His fingers touched your knees and climbed, taking the dress hem with it until he’d bunched it at your hips. His head bowed as he kissed the inside of one thigh, then turned his profile and nuzzled the other side. 

You swallowed down a moan and your fingers dashed through his hair, snarling and grasping. Whether it was to pull him away or closer, that wasn’t clear. Right now you were just holding on for the ride. He exhaled over the center of your panties with a groan, then buried his nose and mouth there, inhaling. His shoulders shifted as the vibration of his moan moved through your sex. 

“Koo…we’re—” 

“Shhh.” A pinching bite cut your objection off neatly. The seam of your panties shifted as he tucked most of it to one side and traced the back of a nail along your folds. It might have been the height of scandal since Jungkook knew you–until now in unassuming and mundane ways–but it was hard to think straight and do the reasonable thing. 

Instead your body followed Jungkook’s movement, pulled towards him with the magnetic energy that kept you from separating yourself and walking away. You SHOULD find your friends. You SHOULD be with them, shaking your ass and singing as you all sweated and lived your best night. 

Instead you were here as Jungkook stood again and cupped the back of your neck. He paused, lips a hair’s breadth from your own. His eyes seemed so deep and full of fire–like he saw nothing wrong with this. Like you were the hottest girl here and he wanted to devour you. 

“What are we doing, Y/n? We’re just two people.. Don’t you like it?”

“Yes..” You whined, chasing his tongue when it snuck out and followed your lower lip. His nails sunk into your nape and he tugged your mouth close, fitting his lips perfectly. The kiss was shy for a moment then you melted against the wall and Jungkook sank into you. 

He was exactly as hard as you’d felt on your ass minutes ago, but this time he slowly rocked himself against your exposed mound. And it worked: your left foot left the floor and that knee bent. He caught the back of that knee and wrapped it over his hip. 

The front of his jeans were open so fast you didn’t know when he had the time or focus while he kissed you in a way that had the world blown away–like it was you and him. In a hallway somewhere–the hallway in your house, by the front door, in the dark. Trying to keep quiet so no one in the house would wake up, come down with questions and leave with shock. 

Jungkook had you feeling totally bereft of clothes and it was a brand new experience, this raw intensity. A free hand dug deep down the front of his pants. Your grip tightened on his forearm, distracted to find the thick lines of muscle there. His heat and scent curled under your nose as he broke another kiss and gulped down a mouthful of club air. 

“Then don’t ask me to stop. I want to feel it…Tired of just seeing you. I want to know what you’re like inside. Lie and tell me you aren’t curious too. Can’t ignore it…been trying to. It’s..wrong but I don’t care.” 

You listened to the words and melted like butter around the blunt shape gliding through your folds to open them. The air was pushed out of you just a little when Jungkook’s broad chest crushed yours. He pinned you hard into the wall. Something trickled out of you and he sucked your lower lip. 

Don’t think about how wrong this is. How he’s bringing this onto us both.

But he was also right: you couldn’t deny Jungkook was an attractive guy. And he was all over you, the way you’d ached for many, MANY nights out with your girls. The way you’d hoped with every extended stare between you and strangers that hadn’t panned out. 

Your eyes screwed shut so tight that sparkles showered behind your eyes. Your lungs ached, slacked lips pulling far too much air in. Waiting, anticipation burning in your cheeks. 

“J..just ..please..” You wheezed. 

Jungkook’s cock was thick as it sank into you. Your head reeled as the world canted dramatically. Closed eyes rolling, you choked on another gasp. Pressure filled you as his cock slid inside. The stretch was so good against your reflexive tightening, earning a deep groan from his lips. His face stayed buried deep against your throat and he pulled back slowly, then went in again. Over and over, a few times until the glide was ultra smooth–wet and seamless. 

Then the pacing thrusts began. Jungkook drove into just off the beat of the music. This song was a little faster and your body bounced along, back sliding up and down the wall. The material of your dress slowly rode up with it and sweat built with the heat of your skin touching the rapidly heating club wall. 

“You’re so tight..godddd..” He marveled, sounding far off and delirious but kept on, pumping without pause. Your heel climbed up the back of Jungkook’s thigh and your calf tightened over the round of his ass. 

His lips touched your chin and his hips rammed harder. The fireworks show filling the black of your closed eyes changed colors as pleasure began to build in your stomach, then lower. The pressure was so good. And the impact was adding a bite of stimulation right to your clit. 

You hadn’t asked much about Jungkook’s private life. You hadn’t seen him coming home with anyone or around town with a girl. He never seemed to talk about it. But maybe that was why he was so hungry now, pushing into you like he’d been suffering a long sex drought. 

Your head went airy and your chest burned as you drew in another deep breath. Nails sinking into Jungkook’s shoulder through the shirt didn’t seem to make a dent in his focus. He went on and on, unabated until you almost fainted in the rush of an orgasm. The aperture of your vision shrank, leaving a pin point of strobe right over Jungkook’s head that provided just one solitary focal point. The high blew through you. Walls and thighs clenched Jungkook’s girth. 

Let god strike you and down and the devil laughingly take your soul, this felt so good your soul might depart your body as skin sang.  

As you milked his cock, Jungkook’s lips bruised yours with a shaking kiss. It was as if he was trying to climb up the wall or push you through it–either one you didn’t care, off in your own world far beyond the roof of the club or the stars in the sky. A moan of climax left his lips as  Jungkook’s tongue brushed across your lips. He gave a full body jerk, pulsing deep inside. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening. You’d paid enough attention in sex ed to know exactly how dumb you were both being, among other things in this moment. 

Jungkook’s orgasm ended just as yours faded into a few lingering twitches. Carefully he released your knee and you planted that foot on the ground. He eased back and gave you enough space, watching as you panted, brushing hands over your thighs and wanting to shrivel at the slickness running down the insides. Instead of doing anything to diminish it, you tugged the dress back down and said a prayer. 

While you swept fingers along your hair and smooth the frazzled strands down with gathered beads of sweat, he redid his jeans, zipped, buttoned, then flashed a fucked out grin. The whites of his teeth were almost electric under the black lights overhead. 

That meant anything of a certain color would show too–like giant arrows pointing right to your whorish behavior. You started to sweat again for more serious and socially disastrous reasons but Jungkook’s brows furrowed when he noticed. 

Again he came close. “What is it? No one saw.” 

You scoffed, head still spinning furiously. You took his forearm when offered and he backed through the space you had, making a way for you two to head towards a dancefloor exit. Not the same direction you’d come, at least. Every step you could feel a little more fluid tickling as it dribbled inches more down your skin. 

“You’re asking me that… Were you not just there?” He was being dense on purpose, maybe. Or he was as spun out as you probably looked. Jungkook stopped at the opening leading to a dark hall as you spied the glowing sign with male and female symbols just overhead. 

Well at least he was doing a smart thing: the bathroom. Privacy enough and the means to clean up–as much as it mattered. But that also left other problems: your friends. 

“Jungkook…” As he walked you held his wrist. He didn’t look back, paused at the Women’s bathroom door. One palm pressed the dark wood and he glanced over. 

“Hmm?” 

“...What about them?” He had to know. Jungkook was no dummy–he had common sense, even if he’d parted from it tonight for a bit. Wearing fresh anxiety all over every feature, here in the yolky hallway light without the blessing of shadows and denial, there was no mistaking the rising panic in your eyes. How the fuck would you being to explain or lie to a group of people all agreed that you were the worst liar among them all? 

Jungkook’s brow rose, then he glanced back to the end of the hall, out where the rest of the club was still alive and steaming through another song. Voices, laughter and reality was back there. You weren’t ready for any of it, legs still watery and head still foggy from the endorphins swilling through your blood.

He offered a thin smile and pushed the door faintly and nodded into the gap. 

“What about them?” You growled and he relaxed with a bigger smile, pushing the door open a bit more. “...They don’t know I’m here. I’ll leave first..if that’s okay?” 

“Jesus..” You sighed. “...It’ll have to do. We…we can’t talk about this. Like…EVER. Not to them OR anyone else.” Anyone including your parents. This was such a pinnacle and low moment of the most scandalous situation you’d ever been in. 

“What should I tell your dad if he asks?” You didn’t know why Jungkook was asking this. Your dad was never one to be in your business, especially if it was a girl’s night. You were legal age by a couple years and independent. You might still live at home but you paid rent and held down a job. Your dad seemed good with assuming you could handle yourself. That status quo would do just fine for you too. 

“He won’t…” 

“But–” 

“He WON’T.” You reiterated with eyes narrowed. That earned a playful smirk from Jungkook, the piercing on his lip suddenly shining so clearly it was almost the only thing you could focus on. You HAD to get it together and go home, not making it obvious that anything had happened between you and your step brother.

Even if you liked it. God help you… the urge for more was also buried deep down. But you ignored it in favor of disappearing through the open door. Jungkook’s hand slid down as he let the door close almost entirely. You heard his words before the world was closed away. 

“You’re kind of a bad girl, Y/n. You keep it up and I might have to blow your cover.”

Red Heels (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count: 5.3k(ish)

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem Reader

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Kissing, undressing (Namjoon does it to you), sexy talk, seduction elements, foot fucking/foot job, foot fetish elements, (implied) alcohol consumption, orgasms (his), masturbating (him),cumming on you, praise, flirting, fixation on wealth. If I missed some, so be it.

Genre: PwP, Established relationship (early)

AUs: CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: Clothing makes the man. When you put on a pair of heels, you find out what it does to your man.

Author’s Note: An early birthday gift for @worldwideseal. It was directly inspired and in honor of dear little sis (seal).

Anyone else who likes CEO Namjoon, enjoy it too. Please ignore types, etc. If something doesn't look or read right, please just overlook it and enjoy the story. I'm human and not perfect.

Tag List: @worldwideseal @kiestrokes

The box sat on the bed for a full 10 minutes. That was how long it took you to reach over, open the lid and set it aside. The contents hadn’t changed from when you arrived earlier, but that didn’t mean you believed Namjoon when he’d told you with a smile.

After tracing the tissue paper lining the interior, you peeled a portion back and leaned closer. Red shoes weren’t usually your thing, but these were beautiful—a rich, burgundy shade and patent leather to give a shiny finish. The heel portion was so high there was no way you’d be capable of walking through a club with these things on. 

You hadn’t even experienced being this close to shoes with a price tag as steep as these had to be. Not without a thick pane of storefront glass between. 

If my girls could see me now.

Some of your squad were shoe whores and you couldn’t imagine how they’d react sitting here, now. At the end of this perfectly made California king bed, staring into the open box and perfect sinful looking high heels. 

These were the tools of a grown woman. You were well above legal age and it wasn’t your first heel rodeo, but these? So perfect looking? Such impressive, dagger-like points. You had a bit more confidence dating such a man of expensive tastes like Namjoon, but this was pushing your comfort level.

Not that you hated it–in fact the sight of these shoes, gleaming under the warm golden of his bedroom’s recessed lighting, had you tight and tingly. Lips barely parted, you let a pointer finger caress the toe of the shoe, feeling the smooth surface. 

Beyond the semi-cracked door you heard the clink of glasses and a deep, rolling laugh. Namjoon’s familiar sound of delight further away in the penthouse. He’d been just as overjoyed seeing you at his door about half an hour before and kissed you so long the world almost faded from lack of breath. 

From there he’d gotten straight to assigning tasks: back to the bedroom. Find the box on the bed. Put them on and come back out to him. After a deep inhale you stood up and swept both palms down your hips, smoothing the simple wrap dress, feeling your shape underneath. 

“Now or never, Y/n. Do it–it’s something to tell the girls. And jealousy is its own reward.” 

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You made it to the end of the hallway and stood, fingers lightly gripping the frame. Namjoon, deeply absorbed in his phone, didn’t notice your arrival. That gave you a moment to enjoy him, and you didn’t waste a second of it. 

He was always dressed well. On point regardless of the situation. At this moment his slacks and ivory sweater did wonders to darken his natural tone about a shade. The close cut, black hair–often more stark and angular in the suits he seemed to love living in– now looked velvety, begging to be touched. 

This is YOUR man. You had to remind yourself to breathe AND hold onto that crucial detail: however good he looked, Namjoon wasn’t available to any and all women in the city. Tonight he was all yours.

“I’m back..” You finally broke the silence, pulling his brief glance, then another just as quickly. The classic double take, and it made you puff a bit. All you’d done was changed shoes and he did that? Going from flats to heels elevated you not just a few inches in height, but in self confidence. 

Namjoon took his time, focus roving down until he reached the heels and you lifted a foot, posing with a sexy bend of one leg and a half turn of the hips. It gave you shape AND accentuated the lines of your body. 

Or so you’d assumed, repeating the pose you’d seen in so many movies and boudoir style photos. He turned completely your way and stood up, holding out a hand. You approached and enjoyed the plush heat of his touch as he laced fingers with you and raised your arm. The hint of a tug and turn had you rotating in place.

This time Namjoon appraisal was blatant, drinking in the rest of your shape with an even wider smile. He seemed relaxed enough, considering. A cluck of the tongue, then he dropped the hand and you let it hang at your side 

Your eyes followed as he slowly strolled around you. This wasn’t a serious, patrolling march or anything with purpose, like you imagined he did at work. Every step in this moment was undiluted leisure and you loved watching his form circling. Pacing. 

Whatever he was thinking, his features changed: concerted focus became curiosity, then settled on satisfaction and a nod. 

“As I hoped.” 

“Yeah?” The previously lifted foot met carpet and the weight of your body relaxed into the dagger point of the heel. It wasn’t long before a subtle tremble started. At least Namjoon was looking into your eyes, having stopped directly in front and center of your view. 

It was like he knew exactly where to place himself at all times, to get and keep attention. And unlike you, he seemed to enjoy it. Especially when the focus came from you. There was never a flicker of nerves or doubt in the energy he radiated. 

“Mmnnhmm. You look stunning.”

Again your hands took a quick swipe down your sides, higher than your hips this time. Your shoulders shifted in a tiny shrug. He didn’t miss it, frowning in a blink.

“...Y/n… Don’t be that way. You’re top tier. I think you can trust my judgment of quality, when I see it.” 

“I do.” You swallowed and twisted a tiny bit of dress material between your thumb and forefinger. When Namjoon’s touch found your chin and lifted it, you stilled. His boring gaze went right down to the very center of your soul. 

Another wan smile and Namjoon’s eyes softly beaming with patience. “Good. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I want many things when you’re with me—some I can buy and give. The others I want to do.” 

You managed a hard gulp around what felt like a lump in your throat, but nothing was there. Instead the weight settled into your belly. And a pleasant sting of heat pierced you, dead center, above the thighs, drawing them closer and squeezing the muscles impossibly tight in painfully slow motion. 

“Yeah?” 

Namjoon nodded and his fingers trailed down, following the low front of your dress to peel one side of the wrapped material and hook a finger, then tug it away, exposing a bit of one breast. Flesh heaved as his eyes flinched a little wider and that succulent mouth dropped open with a groaning exhale. 

You didn’t move. No leaning away. No squirming. No grabbing at the material shifted in exposure. Just standing here, taking the inspection and approval like a horny little doe at the den of the lion. It felt fantastic. The more vocal of your squad might complain about objectification at being studied like this, but you loved it coming from Namjoon. 

It made you feel sexy. Alive. 

“You like these heels, Y/n?” Namjoon was off again, walking away, taking your eyes with him as he went to the far end of the room, to a small cabinet and opened the top. An array of shining glass bottles greeted you. He studied the selection, then pulled one from the slew and uncorked, glancing back over one shoulder. 

“I do..” You replied, reminded how high they felt as your other ankle trembled. You stabbed that heel firmer against the carpet underfoot and sighed in relief when the feeling stopped. Risking it, you tossed your hair, presenting calmness. Trying on a little coyness. 

“Good. I like you in them.” You watched his free hand grab a glass and bring it to the lip of the bottle as he tipped it. Liquid sloshed and trickled quietly. You watched the pouring until the glass was almost half full. 

Namjoon set the bottle down, corked it, then turned and came back. Ever casual in his stride, bringing the glass to his lips. He stopped just where he’d been in front of you and took a testing sip before he spoke, and when he did the glass rim pressed your lower lip in offering. 

“I’d like to see you in them tonight.” 

You grinned and shook your head. “I am..” Unconsciously one foot twisted to bend your leg at a coquettish angle. “Did you forget?” 

Namjoon’s smile was brief, then his lips thinned. “Sip.” His head bobbed. When you did, the liquid coasted over your tongue and fumes rolled down your throat. Then came right back up, through your nostrils. As you sputtered Namjoon glared over the glass as he brought it to his lips and tilted it again. This time he took a sizable swallow–nearly half the remainder–then set the glass on the coffee table nearby. 

“I won’t forget. I couldn’t, sweetheart.” His eyes wandered to your middle and stayed there. He went on, much quieter, words infused with the scent of whiskey. “Let me make myself a little more clear. I want to see you in these heels tonight—ONLY the heels.” 

“J–just the—” You stalled, looking down. Like you needed to confirm those beautiful red things encasing all ten delicate toes and your very ticklish arch. Fingers pinched your chin again, raising your eyes back to where they belonged. You were hopelessly falling for Namjoon. Right into the hellfire of his stare. 

“---For a bit. We can take it all off later, if we need to. We’ve been naked together. I think you like the way I feel with nothing on. I know I like you that way.” 

The spaciousness of the room was changing. The walls might not have been closing in for real, but the air was rapidly leaving, no matter how deep a breath you tried to take. Your head swam. Your vision blurred, lids dropping, considerably heavier.

You barely made out the light pressure of Namjoon’s palm bracing your shoulder. 

“It’s okay. Close your eyes…” The quietly chuckled words told you he knew. He ALWAYS knew. Namjoon was made to be in control, even when you went into a situation blind. He lived for control and tonight–right now–you lived to give that control up. So you did as he said: eyes gratefully succumbing, shut tightly. 

Your dress fell down both shoulders and arms until they were free. Quick enough you smothered in the taste of his cologne when the warmth of his cheek brushed by your neck. He must have been leaning downwards as the dress shuffled lower to your hips.

Soon there was nothing but the remains of the dress pooled around those expensive heels. He made a joke of the panties you’d bothered to wear, bringing them down. Then the bra, last, coming away from your trembling breasts. It hit the floor with silence. No fanfare. No pawing at those aching shapes. You were bare as bare could be–except for the heels---just as Namjoon had wanted. 

Namjoon’s warmth was gone and his voice came from a bit further away. Fingers circled your wrist and motion started. You opened your eyes to see him walking, leading you to a chaise across from the doorway.

“Lay down.” He took a step just behind you and gently pushed at your lower back. 

“Here?” You squeaked, looking at the tufted, deep gray, leathery surface. There was a sensuous curve to the chaise. It spoke to antique lines but modern details with the hints of metal frame here and there in places. Perhaps for reinforcement, but you didn’t know enough about furniture to understand the finer points.

All you knew was how you leaned forward and earned a grunt at your back. The gentle push became a curled grasp on your side, turning your back to the furniture and towards Namjoon’s tut. 

“Facing me, thank you.” A dimple greeted you on one of his cheeks. Namjoon watched down his nose as your ass slowly met the cushioned seat and you leaned back until both elbows braced, sinking faintly into the surface density. 

“Like this?” You queried shakily.

Even though you were off your feet, it didn’t mean you weren’t still feeling wobbly or disoriented enough. Namjoon nodded in approval, then reached out and traced your shin. He filled the other free palm with a handful of the growing bulge at the fly of his slacks. Your hands clenched in jealousy. 

YOU should be the one grabbing him and kneading. It just wasn’t fair. 

“Yes. Just like that. Now—” He took a moment to watch his trapped cock, manhandling the organ with rolling fingers and a twist of the wrist. It must have felt good enough based on the long, low moan that followed. “—Let’s talk about this..” This was his cock that was free of his slacks in record time tonight. It was thick, even in his grip, the tip shiny and darker with the pressure of his grip riding up and down the shaft. 

“You like this?” He raised a brow, staring at your face again. Your belly shivered as you whined. It was the most rhetorical question in the history of obvious answers, but you did your part and gave a nod. 

“It’s beautiful.” 

His lips fanned into a smile and his fist slowed. Squeezed harder making the tip bubble as his Adam's apple bounced. 

“I’m glad. I love the way it feels squeezed deep inside you. You’re such a tight fit, you know how fucking GOOD that feels, Y/n?” 

You could guess but silence was your response. You waited, eyes a little more open and lips shining when you licked the sudden rush of saliva back from the surface. 

“I think we both know sex is in the plans tonight, but I was hoping to play around a little bit with your body. Would you be game for that?”

That Namjoon was standing here, cock in hand, looking as good as he did with chest heaving under his sweater, slacks immodestly open and stroking himself and STILL asking you was beyond reason. 

“Whatever you want..” 

“I want you to say Yes–.” 

“Yes.” You interjected. No need to hear what it was. You were game. But Namjoon wasn’t satisfied with that. His brows knitted as he smirked. 

“Let me tell you, baby, so we can do this right and you can give informed consent. That’s so important.” You adored his consistency, but right now, you wanted what was pumping through his fist more than anything. You watched his face, quietly waiting.

“I want to see those heels on you. Lift them up?” 

Your legs shook but you managed to balance with weight entirely tipped back against your elbows, both legs raised. Unsure where to put them, your feet hovered, and swayed less than a shoulder’s width apart. 

Namjoon stepped forward, capturing one ankle with his free hand and looping it to pull that leg out more, closer to his cock. He did the same with the other leg until your heel clad almost touched. There was barely a gap enough to see through the diamond space between both feet, right to the triangular shape of his body just beyond. 

“That’s perfect..” Namjoon’s hum was full of appreciation and approval. It helped you to feel a little better about any weirdness you felt right now with legs raised. Here–in his penthouse. Another moment guaranteed to feed you from the jealousy alone if you squad ever saw. 

You didn’t ask why he arranged your feet like this because as soon as the question rose in your mind, Namjoon was answering with a purposeful movement: guiding your soles down a little and angling his hips up, leading with the glossy tip of his cock. The concave shape was hot and blunt as it brushed your ankle when he nudged through that gap between your feet. 

Your eyes followed the thick tip peeping through and sliding back, just as slowly. He stepped closer, fingers of a free hand looping one ankle as he pulled your feet closer. His other hand slid up and down his shaft more intentionally as his eyes roamed up to your thighs, then back down to the heels. 

A menacing tremble started just above your knees. You’d always prided yourself on strong leg muscles but didn’t mean they were ready to be tested quite like this, with someone like Namjoon standing there, milking his cock with a wrist that flexed and rolled faster with every passing second. 

His heavy gaze flitted to your face and those decadent lips thinned, a soft bite plunging into the pink surface. A grin made them change shape–flirty. Sexy. Grown man energy. Everything you LOVED about this man. 

Namjoon didn’t have to say much: his gaze and his radiating energy did so much to stoke the rising tide deep in your belly. The heat crept down from your hips, heading for your calves as you caught the slippery crackle of Namjoon’s fist. His knuckled blanched under the pressure as he followed a vein on the top of your right foot to where it disappeared under the edge of the heel, just before your toes. 

“God baby….” The words slid free in a low rumble. Namjoon’s tongue chased the edges of his lips. He pumped his fist a little faster. Slowed at the tip, rolling his wrist again, then down he went to the base. His brows lowered, bringing shadows to the shining depths of his eyes. That broad chest expanded under the expensive material stretched across.  

You clenched and his shoulders flexed back. His head went next as he stared up at the ceiling and squeezed your ankle tighter. It was intense pressure but not enough to hurt. In fact it did nothing to touch the pure desire washing through every inch of your skin right now. 

Your weight was building a dull pain in your shoulders as you braced into the twin points, willing your eyes to stay right where they belonged: on Namjoon’s handsome face. On his brooding stare that was back to exploring your face. 

In this moment, even if he had all his clothing on with only a simple opening for access to the needed parts, it might as well be like there was nothing separating you. Never before Namjoon had you quite experienced feeling completely bare of anything to hide behind—clothing or objects. 

There was something in the way Namjoon watched you that stripped all else away. Nothing would ever be enough to put between you and this man to hide from him. And why would you want to? 

“You look so good..” You finally managed to push words out. How little justice they did to describe the way things felt. The awe he had you in right now. Fist still riding up and down his shaft, Namjoon offered another smile. 

“Yeah?” He raised a brow and glanced down, watching himself for a moment. There wasn’t a single grain of self consciousness or inhibition when he did so. You envied that and it spiked your arousal so much you could barely manage a full breath. 

When you exhaled it was a needy whine. And that pulled Namjoon’s focus back to you–your body and face. The way your hips twisted one way and your breasts went the other. A violent shudder had your breasts trembling under the light. 

Namjoon grasped and held himself right at the base as his eyes narrowed on your heels again. He leaned over just enough to study them along one side. The head of his cock sparkled. A long, glassy thread slowly descended, riding the knuckles of that hand, then dropping to the floor.

“These heels and you… EXACTLY as good as I imagined you’d look.” He purred. The firm grip from before was turning into a vice.

Your sudden moan was loud. Bursting from the slacked O of your lips. It was the kind of response that demanded attention and left zero doubt. Fuck being polite or reserved. Namjoon certainly was putting on a show. If he wanted an audience reaction, he’d get it.

And audience participation too. 

You twisted again, hips and breasts changing sides as they twisted the opposite ways once more. “Please..” You bleated.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon chuckled, clearing a large bead of precum from the end of his cock with a swipe of his thumb. It must have felt divine–his belly muscles seizing in perfect unison with a sudden intensity.  

Namjoon’s hips rolled into that pumping fist. It was automatic with perfect coordination. He didn't need to think about his pace. Whatever focus he had could be spent entirely on you and the feelings you were creating wearing these heels. 

Just laying here, looking like what he suddenly wanted most in the world. And you knew what YOU wanted. He shouldn’t be the only one getting what his heart and body desired. 

“What’s wrong…” You mournfully laughed. “You say, standing there, stroking like that.” At the same time you both looked at his hand, still going. Still stroking that long, thick cock that was so shiny it almost gleamed. 

“Mmmmnn. That’s not MY fault, Y/n. I’m just responding to what I like. It’s a natural thing.” A few fingers stoked along the arch of the heel and explored up behind, finding your Achilles tendon to tickle. Inside the tip of the heel your toes twitched and you swallowed hard. 

The barest hint of pressure and he’d shifted the heel off, exposing the back of your foot. 

“Well..I can think of something that’s more natural.” 

“Yeah?” The back of the other heel came free seconds later. In short order the high heels were dangling perilously by your toes. Ten small digits were all that kept your feet from experiencing the stabbing thrust of Namjoon’s ungodly cock.

And you really couldn’t handle the way any longer. Your thighs squeezed together, body shifting down the chaise.  Getting closer to the lion’s mouth might just be enough to make him take the bait and get you what you wanted. The very same thing you were certain he needed–and sooner than he was trying to imply.

“The heels..” You gasped, hearing the muted thump as both hit the floor with a tumble.

Namjoon took another step closer, bringing his grip back to both ankles with an impressive finger span. His fingers managed to wrap around both ankles and leave very little gap, but still held on so damned tight.

“I told you.. Sex is on the schedule tonight. We’re not getting through the night without it. But it’s not quite right just yet.. I want this..” Namjoon’s voice dropped and the angle of his hips changed as he dagger his cock up, through the gap in your pinned soles. 

It was all sensation: an almost overstimulating level of sensitivity as the silky, wet heat of a girthy cock slid through, then back. Over and over. Watching the way Namjoon fucked that small space and the way every breath was building in frequency, it was a good as being inside you for the moment. 

This was some kind of bewitching spell, every time he bottomed out. Each meeting of your soles to the rumpled chaos of his bunched sweater and haphazardly clinging slacks. The fathoms deep grunts bookending every forward hip tick was slowly unraveling you. 

Heat flooded behind your breastbone and under your cheeks as you stared up, watching the tension crest on Namjoon’s handsome face. Just as you noted a few shining spots near his temples, he let out a booming moan and his stroke stuttered. 

“I’m close baby..” He was almost menacing, the way such a heavy stare pinned you down. Pressed so hard he could be leaning every pound onto you from above and there would be no difference. You weren’t getting out from under this–not until he was good and ready. 

“Y/n..” He rasped, his hips rocking. Jerking. Hitching as his breath did the same. Another firm ram against your soles and his fingers strangled around bone, just above your heels. Let him shatter your ankle, if that was part of the journey to his satisfaction, you were glad for it. 

“Joon..” You replied. 

“Tell me you want me to cum. I want to see my cum all over these pretty feet..” 

“---The heels..” You interjected, uncaring where they actually were. 

“Fuck the heels.. I want to see this. To see myself on YOU. Please..” Horny desperation looked so good on this man–like every other look he ventured into, even in passing. There wasn’t any emotion he couldn’t wear and make it look appealing. But that’s how it was with a successful man like Namjoon.

His mouth became an even line. Both nostrils fanned and paled as he flexed them so hard, drawing in and blasting out a massive breath. Guts heavy and sinking, boiling hot, you nodded. 

“Do it..” You whispered. 

“I want to hear you say it..” He snarled. The head of his cock had gone shockingly darker with pressure. He must have been in agony but you loved it. He was a man who didn’t wait. Who didn’t ask casually or frequently. But he was doing it now.

For you. Waiting on YOU. The undiluted power and control you had at the moment. Your head and the world swayed with the mini nod you gave a moment later, chasing it with a muted “Cum for me, Joon. Please..” 

No sooner had the blessing left your lips and he was going again. Slamming himself through the gap of your joined feet, watching his length, dipping in and out. Forward and back. The first spurt arced and met your naked belly not long after Namjoon let out a struggling gasp. 

As his stare went miles beyond this space as more warm fluid dappled your belly. It was a short time before Namjoon’s eyes cleared, finding your face. He huffed, a cheeky smile blooming across his face. Stealing a glance down, he eased his semi-soft cock backwards through the gap and leaned away just enough. One hand went to work tucking things back in and doing up his slacks enough and he came back to your face with a much more relieved gaze. 

Maybe another woman with a clearer mind would have felt a little self conscious laying here, feet in the air in front of this handsome man, with a milky, warm load cooling on her belly. You couldn’t imagine that feeling at this moment, floating at the heights of attractive and sexy. Proud.  On all the earth it was just you, in his eyes. Namjoon was the pinnacle too, neck lines slick as his head tipped back and he swallowed hard.

His hands fell away from your feet and immediately you rested them on the portion of chaise you could make out under naked sole. Your toes dug into the tight leather of the surface, making dull indentations. 

It was like surveying a battlefield and victory, the way Namjoon’s eyes glimmered as they wandered your mid section. 

“Not bad.” He finally sighed. 

“I noticed you tend to understate...” You retorted, unable to keep the corners of your mouth from widening and bending in a grin. “Is that a habit or do you have to intend to do it?” 

Hands rested on his hips and Namjoon cocked his head. Such a simple move broadened his upper body so much–especially those wide shoulders that left so much room for arms…. Or thighs. 

“For myself I’ve got higher expectations.” 

You traced the perimeter of the largest puddle near your navel and giggled. “In my opinion you’ve more than surpassed them.” 

“Mmmnnn. Is that so?” 

“Yes.” You took Namjoon’s hand fully expecting to be helped up, off the chaise. 

He brought you up but then hauled you close to him. Scrambling a bit, one leg haphazardly hooked around his ass cheek and his brows wiggled briefly. He knew goddamn well what would happen. You’d never been as steady on your feet as the average person, let alone Namjoon. Instead of mocking you, he seemed to quite enjoy it. 

“Well.. Thank you, Y/n. I’m hoping I exceed them later too.. When we—” Namjoon trailed off, watching the back of two fingers as he guided them along your jaw, to your chin. A soft grip, then he tipped your head up and leaned down, joining his lips to your own. 

The kiss was like a cloud: plush. Refreshing. Sluggish but beautiful to admire as it went on and on. Eventually he broke away leaving your eyes barely squinting at his smiling face and your glossy lips working soundlessly. 

“Why did you stop?” You mewled. 

Namjoon tutted and stroked his thumb across your lower lip. “There’s more that I want to do than kiss..” 

“I meant what you were saying before… ‘When we–’ what?”

“I’d rather show you. We’ve got time.” A brief sideways glance and he noted the time. You hadn’t bothered to notice how many clocks he had around this place any of the times you’d stayed here and only barely learned the rooms in which you’d spent the most time.

 “...I don’t THINK you had plans to go anywhere else tonight? Am I taking up your time for other things?” 

“Don’t even ask me that as a joke..” You scoffed, resisting the urge to cross your arms. “We both know I’m not leaving.” 

“I never presume. I just hope. Call it optimism.” 

“Aren’t you the certainty type? You’re successful enough you shouldn’t need to hope.” 

“When it comes to some things I’m not as selfish and cocky as to make assumptions.” Without a doubt Namjoon was talking about you and it felt fantastic. Made you feel giddy and light headed. Made things tingle. Had your heart racing. It seemed a lot about Namjoon had the same effect. 

“I’m going to go get comfortable in the living room. Join me?” 

“...Can I put something on?” You ventured quietly triggering Namjoon to look you over again. 

“Counter offer: I’ll take all of this off. You won’t need to feel any type of way about being naked with me.” Whatever type of ‘way’ you might feel, none of it was the kind to make you add layers of clothing. And he was going to be the death of you, being so comfortable with existing as nature made him. If you worked your whole life could you ever be as confident as Namjoon was? 

You nodded finally, nibbling your lip as he turned your hand over and kissed the back, just below the knuckles, then he dropped your hand and pulled back, giving you space to move by. He began the methodical process of gathering the sweater at the bottom to pull it off. 

You couldn’t watch or you’d be bolted in place and the evening would end here–once round 2 started. Whatever THAT might entail. You had some idea, based on the subtle increase of the bowing at his fly. He was tireless. Insatiable. 

“I like that.” You eked out. “Deal.”

“Very good.” Namjoon’s chin tilted up. “Now..go. You know the way. I’ll join you shortly.” 

As you turned he grunted and it stalled your retreat, bringing a glance back over one shoulder to find his faux glare. And the hottest fake displeasure you’d ever seen on a man. 

“...The heels. Don’t forget those.” 

“Y..you said wearing nothing.” 

He smirked, one brow rising further, angling sharply in challenge. “Shoes on. ONLY the shoes. I told you–you in  those ONLY. I wasn’t talking in the short term. Take them along. I’ll see you in the living room.” 

You were grateful not to fall over as you ducked down and grabbed the heels, still perfectly neat and alluring laying on the carpet as they’d been on your feet. But it was also to assume you were the added touch that brought these heels to the peak of perfection to a man who was hard to impress. That made it worth spending the whole weekend in them, if he wanted. 

Red heels it is Namjoon. Whatever you want, I want it to.

I'm super happy he's feeling better and coming back. This man is my Nct Dream Bias. Haechan will forgive me, safely being in wrecker spot.

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