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Forbidden - KNJ (18+)

Pairing: Professor!Namjoon X Student!Fem reader

Theme: SMUT, PWP, Forbidden relationship au.

First installment of my Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You series.

Summary: You know it's forbidden but you don't care, not when your professor is more than ready to ruin you.

Word count: 1813

Warnings: professor fucking a student, cumming on her ass, strong language, spanking, slut shaming, Joon hits it from behind, unprotected sex (it's a no no), domish Namjoon.

Minors are NOT welcomed in this blog!!

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Forbidden - “Not permitted or allowed” 

There is not a single part of the definition that you don’t understand -- Yet you can't help it.

All of your life you have been an exemplary kid. Be it academics, be it code of conduct, be it discipline, you have always excelled in everything. But you were never nosy about it. You kept yourself humble but quite reserved at the same time. You know well which lines cannot be crossed and which ones can, that too, when you should cross them. 

With a pair of big doe eyes and a heart full of enthusiasm, you stepped into this university. All set to achieve your dream degree. 

However, some of it changed when this one particular person walked into your life. 

“I clearly remember asking everyone to do their own parts even if it’s a group project. Didn’t I?” Kim Namjoon, your physics professor, says with his baritone voice. Hints of anger evident in his expression. 

“Yes, professor.” You and your project partners chant in unison. 

“But I got this feeling that two of you haven’t even written a single word.” Namjoon crosses his hands on his chest as he supports his weight on the table. Your eyes follow his every movement. The way his chest flexes against his tight turtleneck, it's illegal. You inhale sharply trying to shoo away the intrusive thoughts that are starting to cloud your mind. 

“No professor! We did as we were told” one of your partners almost shouts in her defense. You resist the urge of rolling your eyes. You know Namjoon is right, because you were the one to do the entire project. Park Sun Mi was way too busy with her baseball captain boyfriend and Lee Jae Min was way too high to come down and use that one left brain cell to do the project. You had no choice but to do the entire thing alone. You can’t afford to lose points because of your unworthy partners, even if that means giving them the scores they clearly don’t deserve. 

“Is that so? Then you should have no problem in appearing for a test based on the project in my office after your class hours.” their mouths fall open at Namjoon’s suggestion. 

“But professor-” Jaemin starts but Namjoon cuts him off,

“No ifs and buts. Report directly to me after your classes are over. Is that clear?” Namjoon says in a very authoritative tone. There is no room for any objection any more. Neither that you would ever object, you would rather spend an hour or two taking an unnecessary test in his presence than going home and resting. 

“Yes professor.” again you three answer in unison. 

“Leave” your professor orders. You are about to turn your heels when he orders again, “Y/N, I need to talk to you. You two leave.” You catch Sunmi rolling her eyes at you.

Your heart reacts faster than your mind. It starts to beat menacingly in an instant and you don't know how to act normal. You can’t really wrap your head around the fact that you are getting a piece of time to spend alone with the man of your dreams, your guilty pleasure, your forbidden desire, Kim Namjoon. You are so lost in your head that you didn’t even notice that Namjoon has been ogling your exposed legs. However, he soon composes himself and clears his voice to claim your attention.  

“Y/N… I didn’t expect that from you.” His voice is mixed with disappointment and anger, maybe? 

First of all, this is the first time in two semesters’ time, he has called you by your first name only, no suffix or prefix to burden the weight. Secondly, you don’t know why but, him being angry with you sends tingles down your spine. It definitely should not be like this. Had it been any other time, you would have probably sulked or cried your eyes out because you disappointed your mentors but…. This time it’s different. This time it's Namjoon. 

You don’t say anything in your defense. You know Namjoon understood that you did the entire project alone the very moment he read it, when it was supposed to be a “group” project. You are no better than your partners. You were on your way to give them free points for your own selfish needs. So, you hang your head low, avoiding his eyes. 

He marches towards where you are standing and comes to stand right in front of you. 

You curse at the proximity he has chosen to tease you with. 

“sorry, professor” you apologize with your small voice. 

“I think you are intelligent enough to know that your apology will not be enough, Y/N” he breathes out. The anger and disappointment in his voice are now gone, now those are replaced by something akin to darkness. 

“Professor, I-” You are immediately interrupted as Namjoon puts his index finger below your chin and tilts your face up to make you meet his eyes. Another round of shivers run down your spine as you perceive his siren eyes and the looming mischief in them. 

“Don’t you think you deserve some punishment?” Namjoon takes a step towards you as you take a step back. 

“You have been acting like a bad girl lately-” another step.

“-bad girls deserve punishment and I knows how to treat brats like you.” your ass comes into contact with the first row of desks. With blown out pupils you stare at your professor and try to comprehend the meaning behind his words. He, on the other hand, seems to be enjoying the way you are already submitting yourself to him. 

“Profe–” he cuts you off again, 

“Shhh– turn around” he orders and you comply without sparing a second thought. Your morals and rationality have feld through the open window long ago. 

You turn around and stand back-facing him. He places one of his giant hands on your shoulder and lowers your upper body down enough to perk your ass up. Your heart thumps as if it would burst out of your chest any given moment. Anticipation of what might happen in the very next moment, makes you leak. For a moment you think that you are dreaming. There is no way your daydreams are taking the shape of reality, you ain’t that lucky. But the next moment, you are proved wrong, when you feel Namjoon’s rough hands brushing right below your skirt’s hem. He bunches your skirt up and reveals the supple flesh of your perked ass. One of his palms creases down your butt through the thin material of your panty. He hooks two of his fingers on the hem of your underwear and pulls that down in an instant. 

And before you could accept the fact that you are now butt-naked in front of your hot professor, thinking of whom you hit your high every other night, a tight slap lands on your right ass. You yelp, eyes start stinging with tears right away. 

“For working on the entire project alone.” Namjoon groans.  

“Fuck” you curse out loud. 

Another slap lands at the same spot. “For concentrating more on my arms and thighs than the white board.” You gasp for air. 

Another slap. “For wearing these short skirts and driving me crazy.” 

Fuck, did you really drive him crazy? 

The last slap lands on the same spot. “For making me do something so forbidden.” 

You are drooling, both by mouth and cunt, by the end of the spanking session. Namjoon massages the fat of your ass as his other hand travels towards your cunt. He drags his slender fingers through your slit once and then parts your folds to gain access to your clit. You start to breathe heavily but stay still and let him do whatever he pleases. 

“Tell me to stop before I do something wrong, Y/N” his thick voice causes you to leak more. 

“No. don’t stop. I- I have wanted you, professor, for a long time now.” 

“You nasty little slut, do you think it’s okay to fancy your professor like this?” Namjoon says through his gritted teeth. All the while, his fingers probe into your cunt bringing a delicious friction and stretch with them.

“Fuck! So tight!” Namjoon exclaims. The more he discovers your tightness, the more his nails dig into your ass. 

You moan some incoherent curses and those arouse Namjoon even more. 

“You like it, don’t you? You like being corrupted? By the professor you desire? Hmm? A model student like you but so nasty inside?” He says with his husky voice. 

“Yes, professor. For you, only for yo-ah fuck” Your head starts to spin when he scissors his digits and stretch your walls even more. 

“For me? Yeah? Then do you want my cock?” he presses his thumb on your clit. 

“Yes. please.” you choke out, and that’s the confirmation Namjoon needed. He removes his hands from your body once for unbuckling his belt and setting his cock free. Once the deed is done, he slaps his thick meat on your ass. And fuck, you never knew you had so much of juice left inside of you cause you are leaking again. 

“Spread your legs.” he orders and you comply. 

He enters you bit by bit. At first it's just the tip and then he is half inside and then he is balls deep into you. The stretch is dreamy, far better than what you imagined and you want it all. 

“Should I move now?” His considerate voice makes your heart flutter and that’s a territory you don’t want to cross. You nod and he slams his hip into you. 

You arch your back. Namjoon wraps his hand on your waist to keep you in place as he starts thrusting into you mercilessly. 

The desk starts shaking violently but he doesn’t stop, neither do you want him to. You don’t even care if anyone is hearing you two doing things you definitely should not. With a vice-like thrust he hits your g-spot and your cream his cock without any warning. 

“Fuckfuckfuck” namjoon curses as he struggles to keep the pace. You know he is close as well. He pulls out his cock and cums all over your ass. His cum drips down the globe of your ass down your thighs and the scene alone makes him wanna fuck you again. However, he is a man of control. 

He let the beast out once and that should be enough. He knows you are a forbidden fruit and he should not touch you ever again. But the question is, can he contain himself? Especially when you turn around and seal your soft, sweet lips into a tempting kiss while both of you are still naked enough to start fucking again? Especially when you are so willing to be ruined by him and the bad boy in him roars to life. 

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skz texts | jealousy, jealousy

notes: im back with another skz text post!! tbh im not super happy with how this one turned out BUT i started it forever ago and had to finish it or else the brain worms were going to eat me alive. the hyung line always end up longer bc im extra delulu about them lmaoooo. as always, feel free to leave me requests and pls enjoy!!! xoxo

WARNINGS: swearing, a little suggestiveness but honestly barely, let me know if you'd like me to tag anything else :)

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“There’s nobody else I’d ever love like this.”

And

“I’m sorry.” / “For what exactly? Breaking my trust, and in turn my fragile heart? Or do you only mean that you got caught?”

Go on break my heart. Grind it into pieces.

Happily Ever After - KNJ ft. JHS

Pairing: Kim Namjoon X Reader, Jung Hoseok X Reader

Theme: Angst

Warnings: Cheating, infedility

Word count: 678

Prompt:  “There’s nobody else I’d ever love like this.” & “I’m sorry.” / “For what exactly? Breaking my trust, and in turn my fragile heart? Or do you only mean that you got caught?” from the prompt list. 

A/N: @phenomenalgirl9 did I grind on your heart well, darling? 👀

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“Mum, it’s heavy.” you whine. 

“Y/N! Stop whining! It’s your wedding for God's sake. You can’t really attend the ceremony in your shorts and tshirts.” Your mum scolds you as she sits you down on the overly decorated couch of the waiting room.  

You really are getting married, it feels unreal. Exactly two years ago, the same day, your heart broke into ten thousand pieces. Right then you swore you would never ever give into the temptation of love, relationship and the non-existent “happily-ever-after”. But time changed, so did you, and your heart and that is what brings you here today, only a few minutes away from taking wedding vows with your lovely would-be husband, aka the man of your dreams. 

“I gotta go. You start counting minutes, darling.” your mum says as she places a kiss on the top of your head and proceeds to leave you alone in the room. You smile to yourself, you smile at your triumph. Even though you thought you would never be happy just because a man chose to break your heart, you won, you eventually found your happiness. You are proud of yourself, proud of the person you have become after he chose to wreck your soul. Proud to be here with someone who truly deserves you. 

A knock rings on the heavy wooden door of the room and you grant them permission to enter without spearing much of a thought. But as soon as the guest enters, your blood starts boiling. 

“What are you doing here?” You abruptly stand from the couch, fury and confusion oozing through your voice. 

“Two years, Y/N. It’s been exactly two years since I saw you for the last time. And it’s your big day. I had to see you once.” Namjoon says with a small smile. He is still as handsome as he used to be, if not more. The fitted suit adores his buff body. That small smile that once used to light up your day, makes bile rise up to your throat. 

“Do you realize, Namjoon, that you just ruined my big day by showing me your face?” You spit venom at him. 

Namjoon’s expression wasn’t bright enough to begin with but after you throw your words at him, he gets visibly dimmer. 

“Y/N, please. You never received my calls or answered my texts after that day. You never did let me explain.” 

“Explain exactly what, Namjoon? Explain how your so-called colleague ended up fucking herself on your dick on our matress? If yes then I have seen enough. And I never required any explanation. So, there was no reason to receive your calls and reply to your texts.” 

“I just wanted to apologize, Y/N. I just-" Namjoon sighs heavily “I’m sorry”. 

“For what exactly? Breaking my trust, and in turn my fragile heart? Or do you only mean that you got caught?”

“No, Y/N. I regretted it. I was-” just when Namjoon starts to march towards you, the door opens again. 

“Y/N, baby, the photographers want to click some photos before the ceremony starts- oh.” Hoseok stops in his tracks as his eyes find Namjoon looking like a huge mess. Then he looks at you, you look angry and furious. He understands what is happening. 

“Okay, take your time.” Hoseok says but you cut him off. 

“No. I don’t want to waste my time anymore Hoseok. I have had enough.” you reply as you walk towards your soon-to-be husband.  

Intertwining your fingers with Hoseok’s you smile at him, “Hobi, I want you to know that There’s nobody else I’d ever love like this. Because there is nobody else who has ever loved me as much as you do. Thanks for choosing me.” 

“I love you wifey. Let’s go.” Hoseok giggles so do you, as he pulls you off with him but not before throwing a, “Bye, Namjoon. Make sure to eat before you leave.” to the other man. 

Namjoon stands in the room, thinking how all of this could have been his hadn’t he fucked up that night.