Big Joon Pounding You Into The Mattress The Morning After A Concert

Big Joon pounding you into the mattress the morning after a concert

thirst night #1

pairing; namjoon x f. reader

"oh- fuck!"

your head drops into the mattress, the sheets muffling the high-pitched moans that are falling like a waterfall from your lips.

"right there?" namjoon rasps into your ear, his hips smacking against your ass in a hard, precise rhythm. he's hitting a certain sweet spot over and over again, the feeling shooting through your body and reaching the very tip of your toes and fingers every single time.

"yes," you whimper as your boyfriend starts peppering soft kisses on the skin of your shoulder and shoulder blade. the touch of his lips are a stark contrast to the way his length is sliding in and out of your wet pussy, your juices making it incredibly easy for him to move – a nice, steady and hard rhythm of his pounding thrusts.

"you gonna cum for me, baby girl?"

nodding vigorously, your hands tighten their grip on the sheets, the grip so tight your knuckles turn white. you lift your head, glancing back at the man behind you, biting your lip at the sight that meets you; the glistening skin of his chest and torso, small beads of sweat running down to where you're connected, the tips of his short grey-colored hair wet as well as his eyes focus on the way his cock slides right in and out. the sight of him is enough to make you tremble beneath him, your pussy clenching uncontrollably as you feel your orgasm coming at you with a force so intense you might faint.

"fuck, fuck, fuck-" you cry out, back arching as you begin to push back against namjoon, meeting his hips halfway in a desperate attempt to make yourself come faster.

a moan tumbles from namjoon's lips as he watches you, his hands sliding from their spot on your hips and up your back before sliding back down to your ass, grabbing two handfuls of flesh in them. you look so fucking desperate as you whimper and whine into the sheets while fucking yourself to your orgasm on his cock.

his jaw drops open as he feels your walls tightening around his cock, the feeling of your pussy clenching over and over as your orgasm washes through you, shaking your body. a loud whiny moan falls leaves you, the orgasm blinding you for a short moment as you slump in his grip, too worn out to keep yourself up. namjoon doesn’t seem to mind as he follows along as you lie flat down on the bed, legs spread for him as he continues the torturing pace of his hips, working himself closer to the edge.

“fuck,” he grunts, “you feel so good around my cock, gonna fill you up with my cum.”

a tiny breathy moan emits from you as he grabs your hands, fingers sliding in between yours as his hips work faster and faster, snapping into you in a tempo so fucking good you feel lightheaded. namjoon’s hips stutter as he reaches his high, his abdomen tensing as he stills in you, shooting hot white cum against your walls, filling you up like he said he would.

“wow,” you sigh as he pulls out and falls next to you, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. a small smile spreads across your lips, a tingle in your stomach as you hear him mutter a low ‘tell me about it’.

happy birthday to the daddiest of daddy namjoon <3

Freeze The Day (KNJ x F!Reader)

Pairing: Mechanic!Namjoon x Reader genre(s): smut, porn with a really bare plot, fluff, crack/humor au(s): strangers-to-lovers, one night stand word count: 2.9k warnings: it's cold and dark and OC is alone, cursing, alcohol use, intoxication (consent is established), unprotected sex (put your hubcap on before you rev up), soft!dom namjoon, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), deep throating, thigh riding, slight edging, brief nipple play rating: 18+

summary: When your car breaks down in the middle of a small town during a winter storm, you call the nearest repair shop you can find. Lucky for you, the handsome mechanic is more than willing to give you a warm welcome.

a/n: long overdue, but here is the other installment of the Snowed In series! i had so much fun writing this Namjoon - he's the perfect mix of dorky/cute and sexy (as he should be!). this is unedited, so bear with me, as there may be mistakes, but I hope you enjoy!

tagging: @joonscypher bc you said to!!

The snowflakes fall outside your window, coating the neighborhood around you in a fine layer of white powder that glistens under the street lights. As far around you as the eye can see, everything seems pristine and perfect. Except for you, it’s not. Nearly twenty minutes ago, the engine of your car had started sputtering, throwing you into a full-fledged panic as you cruise the snowy roads home from a business trip. Cursing under your breath, you watch as the snow comes down harder, obstructing your view of the path ahead. Leaving you lost and confused, unsure where you are, or which direction to go next.

Hitting the gas slowly, you decide to trudge on when you hear a sound that makes you blood run even colder than the freezing temperatures outside. Your wheels are turning, but the car isn’t moving. Groaning in frustration, you slam the gas a few more times, growing more and more upset when nothing happens.

“Fuck!” you cry out, tears pricking your eyelashes.

Taking a deep breath, your befuddled brain makes the executive decision that it’s best to stop and think up a plan for your next move. Something was clearly wrong with your car making it unlikely that you’d reach home in the next few hours. And to think, you’d been so excited to sit by the fire with a cup of tea and watch Netflix to your heart’s content. Grumbling, you open your phone, the bright screen hurting your eyes as you scan the weather forecast. More and more snow.

The seeming hopelessness of your situation creates a knot in your stomach. Frantically scouring google, you almost sob harder when you see there are no hotels nearby. The only option would be to find someone to fix your car, and then drive home as quickly as possible. As you continue scrolling, you let out a relieved scream when you find Triva: Motors, a nearby mechanic shop that also provides towing services. And they’re open! Pressing the call number next to the business name, the phone rings as you wait for (hopefully) some salvation.

“Hello? Trivia: Motors speaking, Namjoon here.” a deep voice answers.

“Oh my god, you’re here, thank god. My name is ___ and I’m stranded on the corner of Oak and Maple right now. My car won’t start, and I was hoping you’d be able to come tow it so I can get it fixed at the shop?” you explain frantically, breathless as you await his response.

“Shit!” you hear on the other end, causing you to furrow your brows.

“Is everything alright?” you ask him, skepticism invading your thoughts. Maybe there was a reason they were the only auto shop open right now.

“Ugh, fu-, sorry ma’am, you weren’t supposed to hear that,” Namjoon responds on the other end. “Just give me a moment, I’ll send someone to pick you up.”

And so, you wait. Alone, in the cold, with no heater for fear that your battery runs out. Shivering, you wonder where the mechanic must be. Had he gotten lost? Or was he just jilting an innocent customer because he was a fraud? Scoffing, you hug yourself tighter, trying to keep the tears at bay while you hope for a rescuer in the dark.

What feels like hours later, a knock on your window causes you to jump. You see a tall, looming figure and immediately your heartbeat quickens. There was no sign of a tow truck anywhere. Avoiding eye contact with the figure, you take deep, heavy breaths, silently plotting how you can incapcitate your attacker and make a potential escape.

The knocking continues on the window, but it’s the voice that follows that surprises you.

“Ma’am? It’s Namjoon. From Trivia: Motors? I’m here for the car.”

You feel anything but relief right now. This was the mechanic you’d spoken to on the phone? How did he even get here? Why wasn’t there a tow truck? More and more, it seemed like he was a fraud ready to take your money. No way you were going to let that happen.

Shoving the door open, you hear a deep whoa, followed by a thud as the man falls into the snow. Blinded by rage, you point an accusing finger towards him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you seethe. “You call this auto service?! I had to wait here, for nearly an hour, in the freezing cold, all alone, for you to show up! And now you’re here, and you don’t even bring a fucking tow truck? What is wrong with you?”

The man scowls, brushing snow off his coat, and pushes himself up off the ground. As you take in his appearance, you gulp. He was so tall. Not only that, it looked like he downed protein shakes every ten minutes with the way his muscles were bulging underneath the thick coat

“For your information, darlin’, that entire time you waited?” he growls, voice dropping an octave. “I was on my way to help you. You should be lucky anyone out here is even willing to step foot in five inches of snow to save your ungrateful ass.”

Rubbing your temples, you take a deep breath. Now was not the time to lose it over this pathetic excuse and lack of apology. You needed your car fixed. As soon as possible.

“Then why the hell is there no tow truck? I’m sorry,” you whimper, the cold nipping at your fingers. “I’m just tired, and cold and I’d like to be able to rest my feet someplace warm tonight. “

His face softens, a pair of dimples making themselves known in the reassuring smile he gives. Suddenly, his expression changes, as you remark guilt washing over his strong, handsome features.

“My apologies, darlin’,” he mumbles sheepishly, refusing to make eye contact. “You see, I’m the only one working today. Normally Jungkook or Hoseok would help handle our towing, but they’re off. I didn’t mean to make you wait so long… it’s just…”

Raising your eyebrows, you part your lips, watching as he paces back and forth, talking to himself, figuring out what to say. You feel yourself grinning at him. Cute.

“Namjoon? It’s freezing.” you wince, shuddering.

“I can’t drive!” he blurts out at the same time, causing you to gasp in shock. You watch in horror as he rambles on.

“All the other guys, they tease me all the time, about how I can’t drive . . . it’s not like I haven’t tried . . . we’re a team anyway, I don’t know why they’re so insistent . . . my bicycle works just fine.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T DRIVE?” you scream, grabbing him by his lapels.

“Meaning, I don’t have a driver’s license?” he shrugs his shoulders, face blanching at the murderous look you give him.

“Buuut, I brought my bike! And this,” he adds eagerly, holding up a jumper cable. “I was gonna throw my bike in your trunk and give you a jump so we can head back to the auto shop and take a better look. The only thing is, you have to drive.”

The expression on your face must give away your inner anguish, because Namjoon reaches over to put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Listen, ____, I know you’re tired and upset. But I promise you, just drive this thing back for me, and I’ll do anything I can to help,” he reaches a hand towards you, clasping it in his own.

“Trust me, please?”

In the end, it didn’t end up being that bad. Namjoon had managed, with impressive ease, to jumpstart your car. All throughout the drive back, he teased you, asking why the two of you didn’t just drive off and run away together. You’re grateful for the cold helping hide your flushed cheeks as you listen to his jabs. Truthfully, you could have just gotten up and driven away. However, something about the earnestness in Namjoon’s eyes made you want to trust him.

Now, you’re thankful, and also a little flustered as you sit on the folding chair Namjoon had brought out of the office for you. Nibbling mindlessly on a slice of the pizza he’d ordered for you, all your focus is directed to his legs as they peek out from underneath your car.

No longer shivering from the cold, your eyes widen at Namjoon’s strong, muscular thighs, clad in a pair of cosy, grey sweatpants. He’d removed his coat after welcoming you into the shop, finally allowing you to marvel at the bulging biceps hidden underneath his coat, his broad chest clad in the thinnest of tank tops. Feeling yourself shudder, you wonder how those arms would look pinning you down. As you look around the shop, trying to distract yourself with anything in the vicinity, your eyes fall upon a photo frame.

“So, you run this place with your friends?” you muse distractedly, unsure if Namjoon can hear you under the hood.

“Yup!” Namjoon responds enthusiastically, rolling himself out. He doesn’t seem to realize there’s a huge smudge of grease on his cheek, which makes you smile.

“That’s Jin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, Jimin-ah, Taehyung-ah, and Jungkook-ah,” he points to the six other faces in the photo, punctuating each introduction with an adorable anecdote about them. You feel your smile widen as he rambles on about their friendship and the different jobs they have within the shop.

The conversation flows naturally from there. Namjoon of course asks you about yourself, and you tell him about your boring, mundane office job sorting files. He can sense your fatigue, kindly reassuring you that a career doesn’t have to be your passion, and his thoughtfulness makes you feel warm inside.

Half an hour later, and the car has been long abandoned in favor of a six pack Namjoon cracked open. He sits cross-legged at your feet, giggling at your fuzzy socks with koalas on them. You feel effervescent, all your previous worries from the evening dissipating as you enjoy the company of the formidable man in front of you.

“Heyyyyy,” you draw out the word, catching his attention again. He looks at you with glassy eyes, gaze focused on your parted lips. “What’s the deal with your driver’s license anyway?”

“Not this again…” he groans, playfully slapping his palm to the side of his head. “I told you, it just never worked out for me, okay? I think I have, uhhh, what do they call it? Road rage. Yeah. Road rage.”

You snicker at his confused state. Namjoon immediately feigns hurt at your teasing, lips drawing together in a pout.

“Stop laughing ____! Just because I can’t drive, doesn’t mean I’m not good at other things,” he whines.

“Oh yeah?” you howl. “What else are you good at?”

He stands up, looming over you as he grasps the edges of your thighs. You gasp, feeling your insides burn at his close proximity. Something in his gaze has shifted. The previous warmth in his dark brown eyes has been replaced by something deeper. Feeling overwhelmed, you look to the side, but his large hand cups your chin and tilts your head back towards him.

“Giving orgasms,” he whispers, before tilting his head down to meet your lips.

Despite the alcohol warming your veins, his kiss lights a fire within you. Whimpering, you grasp the back of his neck, lips furiously clashing against his. Namjoon parts the seam of your lips with his tongue, tracing the inside of your mouth. You let out a moan as you feel yourself begin to dampen at his ministrations.

And just like that, it’s over before it stops. Namjoon pulls away, and you nip at his bottom lip with a whine, begging him to continue. He looks at you, panting, and you feel yourself melt under his intense stare.

“Shit,” he breathes out, pushing your messy strands of hair aside. “You’re so fucking pretty. Stay with me tonight?”

“Please,” you beg. And his lips are back on yours.

“Baby, I have to teach you a lesson,” Namjoon groans, as he shoves his cock in between your lips. Mewling, you prod his slit, leaving kitten licks all over the head of his dick while your pussy throbs, wetness leaking onto the floor of his office.

Fed up with your teasing, Namjoon pushes himself further in, feeling your throat constrict around him. Smirking, he pulls the ends of your hair, tipping your face up to see you, lipstick smudged and cheeks flushed, looking like sin incarnate as you take more and more of him down your throat.

“You won’t ever question my ability to provide satisfactory service again, right?” he laughs, throwing his head back with a grunt as you give him a particularly hard suck to confirm your affirmation.

Namjoon tugs you off his cock, lifting you up to straddle his lap, ignoring your protests and whines. Your arousal has become sticky and uncomfortable, clinging to your thighs and the inside of your panties. Clit throbbing, you brace yourself against Namjoon’s strong legs as you begin grinding, your moans becoming louder and more pronounced as he sucks dark purple bruises on the side of your neck.

“So beautiful,” he whispers into your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. “I haven’t even touched you properly, and you’re already going to come for me?”

“Joon-,” you moan, bucking harder against him. “Please, please, I need to cum so bad-”

A loud slap lands on your ass, the sting of it unbearable in combination with the pleasure from rubbing all over his work pants. You feel your orgasm approach, the delicate thread holding your sanity ready to snap, when-

Namjoon lifts you off his thigh, and your eyes fill with tears.

“Don’t be greedy babygirl,” he pins your arms to your sides to control your spasming figure. “I want you to come on my cock instead.”

Pushing your panties aside, he lines his cock up with your entrance, tapping the head against your clit while your cunt walls clench in anticipation. Without warning, he slides in, bottoming out with a harsh thrust, nearly making you fall off his lap as you keen.

His eyes find yours again, looking for any signs of worry or displeasure, but you bite your lip and nod your assent, letting him know it’s okay to begin.

His pace is furious from the start, sharply thrusting into your wet cunt with deep strokes, changing up his position constantly to find the one spot inside of you that makes you lose it. Unable to contain your pleasure, you bounce up and down in time with his thrusts, his large hands reaching underneath your shirt to grope at your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple through your bra.

Clenching down on him, you feel his cock throb as his other hand reaches to your center, rubbing your swollen clit as he moves in and out. You make the mistake of looking down, watching both his hands and cock work your cunt, and feel your orgasm wash over you. Going limp in Namjoon’s arms, you moan weakly at the last few shallow thrusts before he spills into you.

Your eyelids flutter, the haze of your orgasm lingering in the air. Namjoon presses a soft kiss to your lips, and it’s the last thing you remember as sleep claims you.

“____? Wake up,” you groan at the soft voice that rouses you from your slumber, opening your eyes to an unfamiliar room. Panicking, you look down at the baggy t-shirt you’re wearing, rubbing your eyes to reorient yourself. As the blurriness fades, you blink, vision clearing to find a worried Namjoon staring back at you.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks hopefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he gauges your reaction.

“I slept well,” you say softly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the memory of last night. “You?”

“Not much, I’m afraid,” he says wistfully. “But good news, the car is all done.”

You feel your heart swell at the realization that after he put you to bed, Namjoon stayed up all night working on your car. It touches you in a way you didn’t think was possible, and for a moment, the thought of driving back home and never seeing him again causes tears to jump to your eyes.

The two of you stand in silence, not a word spoken as you rise, shuffling around him to step into the bathroom and change into your clothes. When you come back, he’s disappeared, and you huff silently.

You make your way to the entrance of his apartment, shoving on your shoes. Maybe he wanted this to be a one time thing. Your heart flip flops, cycling back and forth between the absolutely ruthless way he’d fucked you and the way he went out of his way to make sure you were taken care of in last night’s harsh snowstorm.

As you turn the knob, you hear a throat clear behind you. Whirling around, you see a sheepish Namjoon rub the back of his neck. Raising your brows at him, you look him up and down.

“____?” he blurts out. “I know I shouldn’t be the one asking you for this, but I burnt breakfast. Help me?”

You feel your shoulders relax, breaking out into a wide smile as you teasingly punch him in the shoulder.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

HOW WAS YOUR DAY: NAMJOON

Summary: Just namjoon fingering you in his studio as he asks you about your day.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: idol!Namjoon×reader. fingering, squirting, namjoons lap (it's a warning, yes), kissing.

Authors note: I want him. SO BAD. ___________________________________________

"I was uh..I was walking by her when I c-came and she g-gave me such looks-" you try talking as Namjoon’s fingers abuse your clit. He had you sat on his lap, your hands around his shoulders, your hips sat on his left thigh as he spread your legs slightly to fit his hand under your skirt.

"She did?" He asks, you nod whining. His hands work slowly as if he had all the time in the world.

You had visited him at his studio because you missed him. It had been days since you saw him, so you came bearing coffee and food. But as soon as you entered the building, the new recruit in his managing team gave you a dirty look.

You were his girlfriend for fucks sake!

"I wanted to smack her so bad, ohhh my-" you trail as he dips his fingers inside you to gather some wetness getting back to your clit again, rubbing it in faster more precise circles.

You gasp, squirming as he lazily sucks a hickey on your neck while making you see stars.

"So good joon fuck I love your fingers." He hums against your skin, squeezing your waist with his other hand resting against your back while his fingers tortured you back and forth from your climax.

"Did you eat something, love?" You nod, feeling the knot inside you, forming slowly and very gradually. His hands slow down his ministrations, and you whine as you feel your legs shake out of sensitivity.

"Joon-" you breathe out as he smiles proudly at the purple mark he gave you on your neck, marking you as his.

"What did you eat?" He asks with hooded eyes admiring the mark he left while you try to make phrases inside your dizzied head.

"I- some- ah fuck- I had a gimbap with my colleagues, mm-" You words stop with a hitch in your breath as he slides two fingers slowly inside you. You try holding his wrists, but then your hands end up clutching your hair because you feel so good.

"Colleagues, huh?" He says, curling the tip of his fingers slightly to tickle that spot.

"Oh shit right there!" Your head falls back as you feel that spot being rubbed in a way that makes your eyes roll.

"Was Mark there too?" You just gasp as his fingers rub your insides and his thumb rubs your clit from the outside. Your brain short circuiting at the amount of pleasure you're receiving.

You squirm in his hold as his other hand makes you stay still. His tongue licking around your earlobe while his fingers abused the little spongy spot inside you.

"I asked you something, love." his voice was so gentle yet firm, making your mind search for the question he asked. Your brain was too dizzy to think with his thick thighs underneath you along with the hard on he had, so you just moaned, clenching hard around his fingers.

He pulls his hand out and smacks your swollen cunt, shoving his fingers once again. Asking you again, silently.

Was he?

"I dont know, I dont know-" you repeat with a high-pitched whine, your voice echoing and bouncing against his studio walls. You're glad the studio was soundproof, or people might think Namjoon was killing someone in there.

He chuckles mocking your thoughtless face, "so dumb, my baby, look at you, my baby can't answer coz I fuck her open with my fingers huh? My perfect little cocksleeve." You clench hard as he makes you feel smaller by each syllable. You squirm in his hold, making him bite your skin underneath your ear.

"I'm close so close oh-so cl-so-" he chuckles as you babble dumbly, breathing heavily against your ears that it makes your mind wander to how hard he must be right now.

The moment your mind travels to his dick you miss it inside you, you want to feel him inside you, the stretch of his fingers making you miss the way his cock split you open 3 days ago.

3 fucking days.

You think you might die if you dont get fucked by him today.

Your eyes water as you feel your orgasm coming closer, his hard on pressing against the back of your thigh, making your mind swirl with dirty thoughts.

Your fucked out brain getting reminded of the way he pounds you against the mattress, the way he fucked you in his balcony 35 floor above the city. How he fucked you open with his cock in front of his mirror, fingers inside your mouth as he pumped himself dry inside you filling with his warm cum.

His warm cum. Oh god.

"Jesus, you're crushing my hand so hard." He says through his teeth as he feels your thighs tightening around his hand, your face buried in his chest.

When he fastens his pace, he pulls your legs apart by his other free hand, making you spread open for him on his lap. Your other leg now in his hold from under your knee, resting on the table in front of him. You were exposed to the studio walls, feeling vulnerable suddenly.

He keeps you open to the cold air in the room while his warm fingers plunge deep inside you. Squelching so loudly you wanna hide of embarassment, but you're so close you think you'll go crazy.

"Oh god--" you breathe out as he picks up his pace, his stimulation on your clit and the spot inside you constant. You legs shake in his hold and your eyes start tearing up.

"Oh make me cum make me cum please? Please? Oh god please!" You mumble mindlessly, pleading him, requesting him, begging him to make you cum as he coos, his fingers never faltering. Your fingers clutch his hair desperately as you look into his eyes, begging, your eyebrows furrowed as he smiles almost mocking you.

Evil.

"Cum baby, cum whenever you want, make a mess, go on" he says, his breathe heaving in your ears. It's as if he had turned a switch inside you that made you arch your back in his hold. Your cunt squeezing around his fingers as your cum sprays all over his lap. He groans as he feels your walls pushing his fingers out, making him fill you up with his fingers again, making them squelch loudly.

He holds your hips chuckling darkly as you squirt all over his joggers, his fingers fucking you through your high but he needed more so he pulls his fingers out to rub your clit sloppily and you sob.

He pulls you in for a kiss, and you feel your teeth clash as you breathe hard against him. Your body vibrates and thrashing in his hold as he growls against your lips.

"Yeah, good girl," he groans against your lips as you gasp, twitching.

His tongue plunges inside your mouth, and you squeal against his lips, your lips not even moving as you just gasp. Your eyes roll back, your hand clutching onto his neck desperately as his fingers rub your folds, making sure you spill everything you have inside you.

"Thats it thats it, my perfect girl." He coos against your lips, you breathe heavily, tears flowing down your eyes.

You whine, holding his wrists out of oversensitivity, smiling, feeling light-headed.

He smiles looking at you and teases your clit, flicking his index against it. Your body twitches as he does so, just to laugh at how pathetically your body squirms in sensitivity.

"Tch-tch-tch" he mocks you, grinning as your head falls back, his hand cupping your pussy making your eyes roll back. He squeezes, massaging your folds to calm you down.

"You did so good, my baby." He kisses your forehead, caressing your hair. "You okay?" He asks, his voice calming and deep. You nod tiredly.

"Good," he kisses your cheek, "because you're gonna do that again, but on my dick this time," he says, kissing your cheek again, tenderly.

Well, fuck.

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SWEAR IT’S JUST RIGHT FOR YOU. | NANAMI. K

જ⁀➴ synopsis: when you and nanami are equally as obsessed with each other, it creates this perfect balance. you cook for him, and he treats your pussy like it’s a blessing.

જ⁀➴word count: 3,3k

જ⁀➴ c.w: pure filth with a bit of fluff, soft dom! nanami, he turns a bit rough towards the end, rough facefucking, cunnilingus + fingering, dirty talk + praise, riding, multiple orgasms + squirting.

When Nanami praises you, it’s soft, gentle and endearing. His rough palm gently collides with the soft skin of your jaw and his thumb traces your cheek. He is reminding you of how much you mean to him, how he would burn the entire world if it meant keeping you safe and protected. You are his fairy, his delicate girl whom he could never imagine even raising his voice at. When he scolds you, his voice is stern and filled with worry despite the displeased tone, his hand grabs at your shoulder not to hurt you, and you want to caress your thumb over his forehead and get him to stop furrowing his eyebrows so deeply.

“You’ll get wrinkles, Ken.” Your voice pulls him out of his displeased state for a moment, and Kento hears birds chirping outside of the window and the sunbeam caresses your skin—It hits your beautiful eyes and he takes in every detail; your eyebrows, the slight discoloration the bottom of your jaw, the mole that seems to bring out the beauty in you even more, your eyelashes that aren’t curled but naturally have a pretty shape to them and he heaves out a sigh. He is consumed by love wherever you are near.

Heaven knows how much the man craved domesticity. He found comfort in it—a routine, a promise that when he comes home, he gets to take off his brown shoes at the front door, put his keys in the small bowl that has a mirror hanging right above it. He would then look at his reflection in the mirror and look away immediately when he notices the sweat stains as he removes his jacket. He hears your footsteps as you rush out of the kitchen with a pretty apron around your waist. You made bread, and Nanami isn’t sure whether to be infatuated by the smell of it, or the smell of your hair that hits his nostrils as you wrap your arms around his waist.

He wouldn’t care that your hair is slightly damp, but he would breathe out how the tank top you were wearing was going to get you sick if you don’t watch out. And Kento cares a lot about your comfort, he respects you a lot, so when you hug his sweaty self, his hands would gently try to remove your arms from around him and protest that he was dirty.

“It’s all hard work, Ken. I like it.” To which he wouldn’t say much but give in and let you hold him. He understands that to an extent, having a natural smell like this was attractive, he’s always told you that he likes it when you come home complaining about sweating too much and all he says is that it makes you even more attractive. Your flushed cheeks, your hair sticking up in small antennas, your nose scrunching up at how disgusting it feels to have your shirt cling onto your skin—

“Can I join you in the shower?” Which always catches you off guard, but you accept of course and Nanami sets his book down, he removes his glass and folds them neatly on top of the book before following right behind you in the bathroom. You giggle nervously when you see him close the door and lock it before leaning against it, and you let out a small and timid ‘what?’ when he keeps eyeing with the same intense eyes.

“You are beautiful.” He never denies that he is looking at you—admiring you, but instead reminds you every time that nothing in the world can change his mind about his infatuation with you.

And somewhere in between that comforting thought of coming home to you, a show playing on TV in the living room, bread baking in the oven and the smell of a clean home—Nanami dreams of fucking you stupid on the couch. He wouldn’t remove your apron, he wouldn’t let you wash your hands off of the flour—he would simply drop his pants, push your shorts down and spread your legs only to find out that you weren’t wearing any panties.

He feels sick to his stomach at thought, sighs and rubs his forehead at the fact that he was imagining such dirty things to do with you. If it were a normal fantasy like coming home and fucking you on the bed, he wouldn’t feel that bad. But that was the thing about fantasies, they existed in our head without our control, and it was up to us to act out on them or not. Kento cherished you too much to scare you off with his oh-so-called sick and twisted fantasy of his.

He comes home after a long day at work, and it’s a few minutes past seven. The house isn’t quiet, there is a show playing in the background and that was the first thing that had Kento stop dead in his tracks. He chooses to brush it off and simply rids himself of his jacket and shoes, sets his keys on the bowl before the smell of bread hits his nostrils and his lips part in confusion.

Was he dreaming? Did he somehow astral project into another dimension where his fantasy was a reality? It only confuses him further when you come out of the kitchen wearing an apron—in this reality though, you’ve chosen to wear one of his shirts instead, and Nanami doesn’t know if it’s better or worse. He tries to hide it, the way he can feel his cock hardening in his pants as you approach him with his shirt, fuzzy socks and hands that had traces of flour on them.

“You’re home.” Is how you greet him, your cheek resting on his chest and melting against his body as you breathe in his scent, a constant reminder that you get to be greeted with this sight five times a week around the same time. You boyfriend’s hand travels up to the back of your head and his fingers comb through your hair as he hums a tired response.

“Did you miss me?” Obviously, is what you want to say. But instead, when you look up at him and notice his hooded eyes, you feel his other rest on the small of your back and your heart leaps in your chest. All of a sudden, you feel hot and you feel something poking at you and you’re just surprised.

It was normal for your boyfriend to have needs, you were used to the sexual frustration that comes with having such a stressful job—but normally, Kento would avoid initiating anything with you until he’s showered and made sure he was clean. For him to insinuate that he wanted you, and so loudly with those eyes—you could feel your panties getting ruined.

“Pretty girl,” he calls out for you again when he notices your silence and the hand resting on your waist holds your chin whilst the other firmly grabs your hair. “Did you miss me?” He asks again, stern and you nod. You missed him too much, you realize. Because the lack of conversation beside greeting him and telling him he’s home—all of it was intensifying the sexual tension. It was almost like your body was warning you that Kento wasn’t going to go easy on you this time and you felt jittery.

“I missed you, Kento. Did you miss me?” You say as your hands grab onto his blouse in fists. You bring him closer to you, and gasp when you feel his hand travel down to hold your neck. He isn’t trying to cut your air, but when you make eye contact with him and see that his face has darkened, you let out a small noise.

“Let me show you instead.”

On the couch, Nanami wastes no time to attach his lips to yours and kiss you breathless. He was such a good kisser, always so passionate, always making sure to tease the corner of your lips before biting nibbling here and there—and fuck, did he lose his mind every time you tried to suck on his tongue. He would just push you on your back and cage you between his strong arms.

Nanami feels like he is constantly losing his breath whenever you are near, but when you grab onto his forearms and moan, he goes feral. Suddenly, he is reminded of how much weaker you are compared to him—frail, delicate, soft and sensitive to his touch. He is lucky, he is blessed and he makes sure to spoil you and that pretty pussy.

His kisses trail all the way down from your neck to your collarbones, his takes a whiff of your perfume and hums.

“You smell so sweet,” he mumbles against your skin. Instead of removing your apron and shirt, he pushes them up to reveal the cute panties that you were wearing and his finger traces the wet patch that’s already formed.

“Kento,” you call out to your boyfriend breathless, desperate—as though you were on a deserted island and he was the water to quench your thirst. Your legs spread on instinct for the man to settle between them and you feel his hot breath right against your panties.

“But you smell even better here… Right here,” he says and he pushes your panties to the side to reveal the wet mess hiding behind the fabric. You prop yourself up a bit higher to be able to look at Nanami while he eats you out, and you blush when you notice that he’s already staring at you.

“Up.” He pats your ass and you lift up your hips to allow him to remove your panties for you, but instead of throwing them on the floor, you see him take a whiff of the fabric and sigh and your blush darkens.

“Can I keep these, my love?” He asks sweetly, voice so deep you felt like your pussy was embarrassing you with how wet it was and you mindlessly nod. “Is that so?” He knew you wouldn’t say no, but he still wanted to thank you for trusting him with his perverted intentions.

“You’re too good for me.” Is the last thing that you hear from him before he dives between your legs and fuck—he is too good. You know Nanami is good, you don’t doubt that he can make you cum as many times as he wants before reaching his own high, but something about him eating your pussy like a treat, enjoying every drop and sucking on your clit with the intention of making you lose your mind—that was too much.

You feel his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks before smothering his face in your pussy. His nose nudges at your clit while his tongue licks at your folds and you think that for a moment, maybe he is enjoying this more than you do. His hands grip your thighs to keep them in place, and when he notices that your legs are starting to shake and your hips are bucking up, he takes one look at you and his dick almost bursts.

Flushed chest, swollen lips and a fucked out face. If Nanami wasn’t already in love with your beauty, then he feels himself falling deeper for you. You fall apart on his tongue a couple of seconds later, he enjoys the way you gasp, moan and cry as he keeps his lips attached to your clit and you try to push his head away.

“Too much,” you gasp. “Kento!” you cry out when you feel his two fingers nudge at your folds and by this point, you are breathing too hard. You feel his thick finger prod at that one spongy spot almost immediately and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He presses a hand to your stomach and praises are spilling from his lips like a chant, watching as your soul almost escaped your body with every thrust of his thick fingers perfectly against your spot.

“That’s right baby, you’re doing so good,” “this pussy takes me so well,” “you make me so proud, look at this pussy—fucking filthy,”

The mixture of praise and him losing his composure and cursing has you reaching your orgasm again faster than expected. But this time, you make a bit of a mess and you try to apologize for ruining the couch and his clothes but he is quick to shut you up with his lips.

“You’ve just squirted on me, and you want to apologize?” he mumbles against your cheek, fingers still buried inside you and you whine.

“I made a mess,” you try to reason with your beast of a boyfriend but he quickly retreats his fingers back and delivers a harsh smack to your pussy.

“It’s never been a problem when it’s our bed, has it?”

“Kento,” you call out softly when your boyfriend starts to kiss at your neck again. “Kento, fuck my mouth.” Nanami’s brain short circuits at this and the shock is evident on his features. He doesn’t have time to stop you or protest because you are quick to get off the couch and on your knees for him.

“You’ve been so good to me, keeping me satisfied and happy—I bet you want to fuck my mouth sometimes, don’t you?” Your hands are quickly unbuckling his belt. You don’t remove his pants completely, only enough to free his painfully hard cock from his boxers. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you watch as he throws his head back on the couch with each slow stroke.

“You don’t know what you are asking for,” is what he says as he tries to get you to back out of this, but you are determined to let him ruin your life. Him, the only man on this planet whom you would blindly trust with your life.

“I know what I am asking for.”

“I could hurt you,”

“I will tap your thigh if you do,” and then there’s a few moments of silence where Kento just stares deeply into your eyes. When you see him lean down towards you, your breath catches in your throat and your lips part in shock when his hand goes to the back of your head and the other one grips your jaw open.

“Open up.” And when you do, he rests the fat tip of his cock on your tongue. The pre-cum is a bit salty but you don’t say anything as you let Kento handle your mouth to his liking. He tells you to open up a bit more and breathe before he starts to thrust his dick in and out of your mouth at a slow pace.

You’re taking it well at first, but when you notice your boyfriend’s thighs shaking, indicating that he is holding back on you, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you push his dick down your throat, nose nuzzling against his pubes and he curses out loud.

“Fuck--!” You repeat the same motion over and over again, and by the third time, your boyfriend finally breaks and starts fucking your mouth like a starved man. Your knees burn, and so do your lungs—the couch is moving every time Kento brings your head back on his cock and you’ve braced yourself on his thighs for support.

“Sorry—fuck, I’m sorry baby,” he says between gritted teeth. However, when his eyes catch that you’re rubbing your swollen clit to the same rhythm of your head on his cock, something in him snaps.

He pushes you off of his cock, and any complaint you head is drowned out when he stands up and his cock stands proud. You look up at him from your spot on the floor and brace yourself on his thighs again when you feel him grab your face and push his cock inside your mouth.

“Filthy fucking girl,” he breathes out. “Can’t even let me be sweet to you—shit,” based on how difficult it is to even talk properly, you guess that he is close and so you sneak a hand between his legs and starts fondling with his balls—you squeeze them, and that’s when Nanami finally breaks and cums down your throat with a broken moan.

Even while trying to catch his breath, Nanami’s hands caress your face and neck as he takes a seat and pulls you closer to him. He then helps you get back up on your feet and pulls you on his lap to kiss you. He can taste himself on your tongue even after you’ve swallowed everything.

“Was I good?” You ask when he pulls away from your lips to kiss your cheek and down your neck once again, a pattern that he’s learned always turns you into putty.

“Perfect, my love. You are perfect for me.”

You are surprised at how fast he gets hard again, but you supposed it’s also because you were literally grinding your bare pussy against his dick. Your hands hold onto his shoulders for support as you try to slip his dick past your folds, but you let out a surprised noise when he easily lifts you up and aligns the tip of his cock with your pussy.

“Noticed that you like my arms a lot,” he says and you are obliged to stare at his forearms and good lord—the way they flex as they hold you above his cock, Nanami lets out an amused chuckle when he sees a string of arousal drip directly on top of his cock. “You do like them, huh?”

“Baby,” you whimper and Kento cannot find it in him to tease you any longer. He gently drops you down on his cock and he immediately gets to work. His hand rests on the small of your back and pushes you towards him to press your chest flush against his, his hands then grip your ass cheeks and he starts to slam you up and down on his cock with so much ease.

You sound like a mess. The combination of your boyfriend’s strong arms and the tip of his thick cock abusing your spot turns you into a blabbering mess on top of him.

“So good, so good—fuck, oh fuck,” sounded like music to his ears. Your whines your moans, your fucked out look and your eyes begging him to ruin you—Nanami was addicted to every part of you.

And it only takes a few more messy and sloppy thrusts from him and you cum around him with a loud cry.

“There you go,” he says breathlessly, feeling his own orgasm creeping up on him. “Make a mess on me, baby,”

You shake like a leaf on top of him, hands gripping onto his shirt for dear life and lips pressed against his neck.

“Think you can take a bit more for me? I’m really close, darling,”

“Hurry up,” you say desperately and as promised, Kento thrusts a few more times before he is cumming inside you with a loud groan. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your scent that has now been mixed with his own and a hint of sweat. He relaxes in your hold, hand tracing the small of your back as a way to get you to come down from your orgasm and perhaps even apologize for being a bit rough with you earlier.

All of his worries are brushed off when you pull away from him to press a kiss to his forehead, his nose then down to lips.

“I love you, Ken. I love you too much,” you announce, a hint of sleepiness to your voice and a smile finds its way to his face.

“I love you too, darling. I love you too much.”

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Their Kinks. || NSFW. || BTS.

Namjoon: This man loves ass and you can't tell me otherwise. That's why his self-proclaimed kink is eating your ass and fucking it. He cannot get enough of it. He loves fingering you open as he eats it to prepare you for his cock. The sounds you make always get him so hard and it takes all his strength not to bury his cock inside you. Though he's feral when it comes to your ass he would never force you into anything or do anything without your consent. Even though you always give verbal consent he always double checks. Once he gets it again he goes to town on your ass as if he'll never get to again. His friends tell him it's not a kink but he doesn't care. It's his kink and he embraces it. Especially when his face is buried in it. He grips your ass so tightly that you can't move. Not that you'd want to. He spanks it, bites it, jiggles it. He is obsessed with it and he feels like he's going to lose his mind with how much he desires it, desires you. You always try to pleasure him but he's selfless and prefers giving you all the pleasure before he fucks you. He loves eating your cunt as well but his heart belongs to your ass and he believes that's where his tongue and cock will always belong. Sometimes you jokingly tell him he needs to get help but he just grins and grabs your ass so he can squeeze it. Clearly he's perfectly happy with the addiction he has and you're happy providing him with what he needs. He loves you completely and wants to spend the rest of his life with you and you feel the same, but when he gets into that headspace it's like he doesn't care about you and he devours you until you're crying and cumming everywhere. He makes sure you're okay before he finally fucks you and when you both cum together this time he kisses all over your face to remind you that he truly does love you with all his heart.

Seokjin: He is obsessed with spanking you with other things apart from his hand and you love it just as well. He uses paddles, flyswatters, large spoons from your kitchen or magazines. The list goes on. He spanks your ass with anything he can find and it always has you moaning and squirming. Your hands grab at the bed as your knees are spread apart. He grips your ass and bites down on each cheek before giving you a warning. One of his favorite things to spank you with is a paddle because your body always jerks and it never takes long for your skin to welt up. He loves taking care of you afterwards so he always tries to find things that would leave a mark on you so he can help soothe you. You were soft over that man while also being extremely horny for him. He just knew how to work you up and make you feel good in situations that other people probably wouldn't like. He opened you to a whole new world and you never wanted to go back. He brings the paddle down on both cheeks just to watch the way your ass moves at the impact and cusses because he can also see how wet you are. He smacks your cunt with his hand causing you to groan loudly. You are very wet and knowing that he's doing this to you only motivates him to hit you harder. He spanks your cunt again and again making your clit throb before focusing on your ass once more. When he's finally ready to fuck you your ass is sore, cunt aching but you don't move. You need him to fuck you and boy does he. He spanks your ass over and over and just as he fills you to the brim you let out a cry of his name and cum all over his cock. When he pulls out he smacks your cunt and calls you a dirty girl but rubs your ass softly and tells you how much he loves you. The man was insane but you loved him and he loved you.

Yoongi: He absolutely loves pulling your hair. Most of the time he fucks you from behind so he can tug on it and make your head fall back. You always let out the prettiest groans when he pulls it and it causes him to fuck into you faster. He tells you that you're such a good girl and spanks your ass making you moan. He tangles his fingers in your hair and wraps it around to grab a bunch of it before pulling again. You cry out and your pussy clenches around his cock. He cusses and grabs your ass as he pulls your hair so hard your scalp starts hurting. You can't help but thrust back against his cock as pleasure races through you. It never took long to cum when Yoongi got into one of these moods. Usually he'd drag it out and make you cum with his fingers, mouth and cock but when he got worked up like this all he did was destroy you with his cock as if only his pleasure mattered. Yet he made sure that you felt pleasure as he continued fucking into your gspot. He was rough, demanding and filthy but he wasn't selfish. Even when he was in these moods he always made sure you came first. He tells you how slutty you are for letting him pull your hair and smacks your ass once, twice, ten times. Your ass stings, your scalp hurts and your cunt is throbbing. You fucking love it. He tells you to be a good girl and cum on his cock and you whine his name as your orgasm hits. Your body trembles as you cum and he digs his nails into your ass as he grunts and fills up your cunt. He gently lets go of your hair and pulls out of you. He puts you on your back and runs his fingers through your hair making sure you're okay. You smile softly and tell him that you love him and he tucks his face into your neck telling you how much he loves you too.

Jimin: You're always telling him he has a great ass and you're constantly smacking it which leads to him having a slapping kink but not of your ass. He loves spreading your legs wide open and spanking your cunt until you're near crying. You're grabbing the sheets and he's keeping your legs spread open no matter how many times you try to close them. You didn't know why you got so wet when he smacked your pussy but you really didn't have any complaints. Not when he stared down at your cunt as if he was minutes away from completely devouring it. You wouldn't have a problem with it if he did. He tells you how sexy you are and how much he loves your dripping pussy as he smacks it again. You whimper and moan his name. The sound music to his ears and making his cock throb. He squeezes his cock and moves closer to drag the head of it through your wet, swollen folds. You whine and try to grind your hips up making him grin. He calls you needy and presses the tip against your hole making you moan. He pulls it back and slaps your cunt hard again making you arch off the bed. You feel like you're going to cum. Your clit is throbbing, pussy aching and he doesn't give up. He continues spanking your cunt until you're letting out a sob and cumming. Your thighs shake as your body races through your body. You don't get a chance to calm down because he's sliding his cock into you. He kisses you hard and the two of you get lost in each other.

Hoseok: He loves talking dirty and making you cry from pleasure. The tears in your eyes always make him hard. It's completely consensual and if he thinks that you're truly crying he stops immediately and checks on you. You always reassure him that you're crying from pleasure and beg him to keep going. He always does after hesitating a little bit. He then proceeds to fuck you like he never stopped. His cock hits your gspot, his mouth sucks on both your breasts, biting your nipples. You can't help but sobbing his name. He knew exactly how to work your body physically and with every dirty word that came out of his mouth your toes curled and your clit throbs. You're so fucking horny even as he's fucking into you and you feel like you're going to lose your mind. Your orgasm is going to be intense. He continues speaking filthy words as he fucks you roughly. You can't catch a breath and when you feel his teeth sinking into your neck your eyes continue tearing up. It hurts in the best way possible. He tells you that you can cum whenever you want and you can only nod. You know it won't be much longer judging by how your pussy is clenching around his cock. You also know that it's going to be an intense one. He speaks low in your ear and demands you to squirt on his cock. His cock continues pressing against your gspot as he rubs your clit. That's all it takes. You squirt all over your cock but he doesn't let up. He continues with the dirty words and fucking your sensitive body until you are full on crying. He fills your cunt with his cum and softly kisses away your tears. You assure him that you're okay and you feel amazing. He tells you how much he loves you and helps you to the bathroom so you two can wash up.

Taehyung: He loves slapping your face and you love it when he does. You love looking into a mirror afterward and seeing his hand print on your face. He fucks you missionary a lot just so he can squeeze your face and spit in your mouth before slapping you. It never fails to make you moan and clench around him. He speaks filth to you when he slaps you telling you how dirty you are and his words only turn you on more. He definitely knows how to rile you up without smacking you but it's when his hand lands on your face that your toes curl. You moan his name and grab at his shoulders. He loves it when you're so needy under him and he wants to spend every hour of everyday like this. He didn't need the outside world when he had everything he needed right here at home with him. He spits into your mouth again and he smacks you before you can swallow it. You're his good girl but you're also his dirty girl if he wants you to be. You take everything he gives you. His balls smack against you as he fucks into you and his pace is brutal but it doesn't stop him from marking you in the way that he loves. Your face will be stinging afterwards but he always takes care of you like the gentleman he actually was. You'd never think that he was into dominating and smacking his partner around but it was secret that you loved. A dirty secret that always got you wet. He tells you he wants you to cum all over his cock whenever you want and you can only nod. His cock hits your gspot repeatedly making you moan all whiny and high pitched. You knew you were close and so did he so he smacked you as hard as he could and you cried out at the stinging sensation. You clenched around his cock and came making him let out a low groan as he filled up your cunt. He takes a few seconds to calm down before kissing your face softly asking if you're okay. You smile and assure him that you are but he still makes sure to spoil you for the rest of the evening. He adored you and would spend the rest of his life doing it.

Jungkook: He loves dominating you. He loves when you give yourself to him completely and let him do to you what he wants. He always double checks with you before starting anything but once you reassure him you want it he never hesitates. You are his to do with what he wants and he takes full advantage of it. He always starts with you on your knees where he fucks your face until you're crying and saliva spills out of your mouth. He never cums in your mouth because he believes his cum belongs in you. So he pulls your hair hard to get you off his cock, the stinging sensation of your scalp making you wet. He pulls you to your feet and forces you to your back where he crawls between your legs and eats your pussy until you are cumming but he never stops. You're sensitive as hell and your clit hurts but he keeps going until you are whining and letting out another small orgasm. He tells you that you're a good girl and it makes you smile. You always want to be his good girl and he always assures you that you are. He kneels over your chest and forces his cock into your mouth again and you can only lay there and take it as he fucks in and out of it. You hold on to his thighs and stare up at him. Your wide eyes drive him crazy and he groans as he tightens his hold on your hair. He grunts and pulls out causing saliva and pre cum to leak out of your mouth. He doesn't give you a warning before you're on your hands and knees. He spanks your ass before pressing his cock into your cunt. You moan loudly and push back against him but he tells you to behave or he'll stop. You obviously listen so you don't move as he fucks you until you're cumming all over his cock. He fills you with his cum making sure you take every drop he can give. After, he flips you over so he can kiss you and he tells you that you're such a good girl. The words make you blush so you just kiss him and the two of you melt into the bed together.