Bodyguard Namjoon Save Me

bodyguard namjoon save me😩😩😩

TO BE (yours) // KNJ

he'll give in... right?

+

oc has always had a crush on her bodyguard, nam joon. when her monthly family dinner goes to shit, she turns to him for comfort. tonight, it was different. tonight, he just might give her exactly what she wants

navi | m. list | ask me !

pairing: bodyguard nam joon + heiress oc 

au/genre:

bodyguard au

one shot

porn with(out) plot

warnings: oc has some grandma issues, oc is insanely unhinged (oc makes nam joon watch as she pleasures herself), masturbation/fingering (oc makes him hold her hand while she fingers herself), nipple play, blow job (oc chokes), slapping (of face and ass) and riding... name calling (joon calls her a slut, whore, and bitch), cockwarming ?? making out,, yeah idk ! find the rest out for urself ;)

note: happy birthday @joonsjuice LMAO

🏷️ permanent taglist: @joonsjuice @taetaecatboy @pb-n-juju @miss-rainy-days @firesighgirl @whoa-jo @vantxx95 @pamzn @kakixaku @casspirit0705 @tae165 @defzcl @sopebubbles @leefics @ggukkieland @bebebutbetter @yoongimentita7 @boraength @era-genius @4ksj @vampcharxter @miss-jupiter @floweryjeons @taegijns @jeonqkooks-main @ellesalazar

“I hate this fucking life!” 

Before you can slam your bedroom door shut, a foot is placed to prevent you from doing so. 

You huff, knowing exactly who is following you.

There was no point putting up a fight. Regardless of what you do, you know exactly how he would handle you. So, you move on. You focus on your feelings and the stress wrapped around it. As you take off your skirt and unbutton your blouse, he makes his way to his regular position.

Nam Joon stands beside the door, feet firmly planted on the ground, his hands placed in front, and his gaze straight ahead. If this was any other bodyguard, their presence would irritate you and ignite your anger even more… But this was Nam Joon. 

It’s different. 

Oddly enough, there's a sense of comfort when he's around. It feels like it's okay for you to be angry and throw a tantrum. He'd cover for you. He'd protect you. He'd deal with you.

Regardless, this is routine.

Once a month, you attend your infamous grandmother’s family dinner. There, you’d share your company’s progress and plans, and receive criticism.

No praise.

No empathy.

No encouragement.

It is never good enough for her. Even though you have a more successful business than your siblings and cousins—it meant nothing To your grandmother, it didn’t matter.

It always better.

To do better.

To be better.

After these horrendous dinners, you’d go home in tears. The pressure she’d put on you is often unnecessary, but you feel it. To your very core, you feel how intense the need to please her is.

Sometimes, you were angry. Often, you were sad.

For comfort, you’d typically contact your family friend, Jung Hoseok for some… Release. Sometimes, it was talking things through. Other times, it included fucking… But those nights were rare.

During those times, Nam Joon would wait outside the door. It made you wonder that night if he liked what he heard… Or if he felt jealous…

If he even gave it a second thought at all.

You see…

You’ve been unhinged since birth. By your grandmother’s orders, she hired a bodyguard service for you. To keep you in check or whatever (as if you’re this wild child that isn’t running the biggest company in your family). To keep you safe. To keep an eye on you. To keep you from doing bad things.

Sucks to suck because the only bad thing you want to do is your bodyguard. 

Thank you, Grandma!

When Nam Joon came into your life, it felt like Christmas. He’s tall, handsome, smart, and funny in his own ways. If anything, he’s perfect for you. Aside it being his job, you really feel like he knows you. Your next moves and even your feelings—he’s good at predicting and protecting them.

It’s like not you could hide your intentions and attraction either. No, you take any and every chance to flirt with him.

Truth be told, you really need him to dick you down.

“Crazy how I’m literally changing in front of you and you would rather look at the wall,” you tease, as you unclip your bra and throw it at his head. 

Nam Joon removes your bra from his head and continues to stay silent. Him ignoring you is something he does when he knows your emotions are high.

Rolling your eyes, you open your closet and grab your pajamas. You chose wisely, of course… You noticed Nam Joon’s eyes linger a little longer when you wear flimsy things. So, that’s exactly what you wear tonight.

A little ditzy floral pyjama set.

The fabric itself is thin and tight, making it easy for your nipples and the curve of your breast to be outlined. The shorts are practically panties… Guess you won’t be needing underwear either, right? 

Once you put on the top, you bend down to take your underwear off. You throw it back, aiming for his head again. Perfectly, it lands just where you want it to.

“Oops! Sorry, I meant to get that in my laundry bin.” You explain, laughing as you put the shorts on. 

You see Nam Joon’s shoulders rise and fall. He sighs, as he takes your underwear off of his head and places it in your laundry bin for you. 

Cutely, you bump into him as you make your way to bed. Nam Joon purses his lips at you, almost feeling the need to choke when he sets his eyes on your pajamas. 

You were doing this on purpose.

He knows it.

Tilting your head at him, you ask, “Do you like it?”

Nam Joon clears his throat as he stands to the side. Gestures at your bed, he ignores your question but replies with; “you’ve had a long day, Ms. ___. Please go to bed.”

“You know what else is long?”

“Ms. ___—”

“Oh, come on!” you whine, as you drop to your knees. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve asked.”

“It’s also not the first time I’m saying no,” he chuckles. Then, he bends down, grabs you by the waist, and lifts you. 

Your heart begins to race as he carries you.

He’s done this only a couple of times—more because you were having a temper-tantrum and he had to remove you from the environment. There was also this one time when you were crying so much at your grandmother’s dinner table that he swooped in like a knight in shining armour. That was probably the day you felt something for him…

A feeling beyond your wet pussy, that is. 

Nam Joon sets you gently on your bed. As you lay, you reach for his hand. He turns to you and blinks.

“Joon…”

“Did you need something?”

“You.”

He squints his eyes at you.

“Go to sleep, Ms. ___.”

“Awh, come on!” you cry as he leaves your side. You miss your heart fluttering already. “You don’t even have to make me cum—”

With a warning tone, he interrupts you. “Goodnight, Ms. ___.”

Annoyed, you shift around your bed and attempt to make yourself comfortable. Unfortunately for you, all you can think about are your grandmother’s harsh words from tonight's dinner and the silence of your siblings and cousins whose lips did not even twitch to defend you.

Your grandmother’s invasive words begin to consume you. The feeling is… Horrible. It was rough, to say the least. Maybe, instead of distracting yourself… You could use Nam Joon for something else. 

“Do you think my grandma hates me?” you ask with a weary tone. 

Nam Joon reaches over to dim your bedroom lights and takes his time to walk back to his placement. As he does so, he thinks about it. This was also routine of you….

To hit on him, to get sad and look for comfort, and then finally go to sleep. It wasn’t every night—just the family dinner ones. On the regular, it would just be you making one or two flirtatious commentaries and then falling asleep as soon as possible. 

Moments where you look for validation and comfort he thinks these are the purest moments of you. The fact that you’re about to rest, but can’t because you’re reflecting on the things that make you feel uneasy… Well, let’s just say that it’s on the list of reasons why he hasn’t quit his job. Aside from liking his profession, he also likes you. 

There’s never a dull moment. 

“I think she just wants you to be the best.” He answers plainly. “She just doesn’t express it well.”

You sigh. “So that means what I do right now isn’t the best? It’s not good enough? Is that it?”

“No,” Nam Joon shakes his head. “I think she expects more because you are more. The potential she wants from you is real because it lives in you. She’s impatient about seeing it, but business is all about growth and building. Ms. ___, you know you’re amazing, right? You’re perfect. Your grandmother could never hate you even though it may feel like it.”

Snickering, you cross your arms. “Are you just saying that because you’re on her payroll?”

“No,” he assures you. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth. Besides, you’re smart enough to know when I’m lying anyway.”

His words hit you. 

Suddenly feel better. There’s no other way of explaining why. Sometimes, all you really need is a friend… But being friends with Nam Joon?

You hate that. 

“... So, you think I’m amazing?”

Nam Joon doesn’t respond. 

So, you try again.

“If I’m so amazing… Then, why don’t you want me? No one’s here, you know! It’s just you and me. Nothing bad is gonna happen… You don’t need to protect me—”

“Ms. ___—”

“I’ve wanted you for so long… You know it too! Come on, I know you just as well as you know me—“

“Highly doubt that, princess.”

“I want to know you… All of you,” you confess, quickly getting out of bed. You stand in front of him and look up at him. Batting your eyelashes, you try to sound as innocent as possible. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Nam Joon feels a shiver.

He gulps as you place your hand on his chest, slowly moving it around to feel him. In an even slower motion, you begin to slide your hand down from his chest to his abdomen. He lowers his gaze at you as you give him pleading eyes. Gulping, he watches your hands make their way to his belt. 

Then, he stops you. 

Just as you’re about to unbuckle it, he grabs your wrists and pulls you up. 

“I don’t want you.”

His words cut deep and his tone is harsh. 

Too harsh. 

There’s a look in his eyes that you’re well aware of. In that understanding, you don’t feel so awful anymore. So, you keep your head high. If he wants to play like this, then so be it. 

Let’s play. 

“Good thing I’m smart and I know when you’re lying.” You then place your hand on his cheeks and squish his lips together. Tiptoeing, you place a small kiss on his lips. 

Nam Joon is caught off guard. 

This never happened before! It never went this far…

He thought he was immune to you. In a cliché sense, he didn’t this would happen. He’d be an idiot to not recognize that sexual tension between you two since the very beginning—but he never pictured it like this. 

He never pictured his dreams to come true. 

Just as Nam Joon is about to give in, you pull away. 

It’s then that he hates himself. He wishes he spent more time memorizing the way your lips felt against his. Who knows if you’d ever do this to him again, right? This was a once-in-a-million for him. 

You’re his one. 

“Since you want to stand there and watch… Fine. Stand there and watch.” 

Without saying another word, you twirl his tie in your hand and gentle tug him to follow as you make your way back to your bed. Nam Joon doesn’t really move though. He stays still, only letting his head turn as you let go of his tie. He watches with lustful eyes as you crawl onto your bed. Positioning yourself, you lean your back against your headboard and sit up in a way where you can comfortably plant your feet. Nam Joon’s eyes almost fall out of his head the second you suck on your fingers, open your legs, and shove your lubed fingers inside your shorts. 

Nam Joon feels stuck.

He should look away, right? For some reason, he can’t. He has looked the other way every time you changed or tried to kiss him… Tonight, was different.

Tonight, he was weak. 

As you let out a breathy moan, you begin to rub yourself. 

Feeling the way your soft pussy is against your fingers, you whimper at the thought of Nam Joon caving and taking his place in between your legs. You apply some pressure and rub circles on your clit. Doing this begins slowly, but as you stare at Nam Joon in his suit, you can’t help but feel sensations in your pelvis. You rub yourself faster, feeling your legs tighten as you do so. 

You rub yourself for what feels like a good 5 minutes. Noticing how quiet it suddenly became and how he’s not making any comments, you take this opportunity to tease him. 

With a small voice, you ask, “N-Nam Joon… A-are y-you watching?”

He doesn’t respond. 

“Can y-you look at me, p-please?” you stutter through the sensation. “I’m touching my pussy for you… So you have to be watching, okay? This is for you.” 

Expecting silence, Nam Joon surprises you with his words. 

“I’m watching, princess.”

You feel a relief. 

In an even softer tone, you whine, “Good. D-do you like it? Do you like what you see? Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah,” he confesses. “Doing so good, princess. Don’t stop.”

Biting your lip, you spread your legs out even more. As you rub yourself, you squirm from the feeling of this not being enough. 

Meanwhile, Nam Joon feels like he’s stuck in a trance. He can’t keep his eyes off of you as you pleasure yourself. He wishes to do it for you… But not yet. A part of him is curious to see how far you can push yourself. How much can you take? How far will you go? He wants to know when he’s needed… He wants to wait it out and let you have this. 

“My pussy is leaking through my shorts… Is it pretty?”

Nam Joon’s breath hitches. “Yeah. It’s pretty.”

“I’m glad you think so… I’m thinking of you. You made this mess.”

The truth is, he’s afraid when you give this to him… He won’t be able to quit. He’ll be selfish. He’ll have you any way he wants and ignore what you want. So, this is him being considerate. This is him being patient. This is him letting you have your fun. 

“Should I stick my fingers inside?” 

He utters a hiss... Yet, with a soft tone, he encourages you, “Do what you want.”

“I need help.”

Nam Joon huffs. “You can do it yourself. If you can start this, you can finish.”

You groan, throwing your head back. “A-arghh, fine… Can you hold my hand though?”

He raises a brow. 

But he also picks up his feet and makes his way to you. 

He stands on the side of your bed and offers you his hand. Gladly, you take it. With your other hand, you split your folds open. Tugging on his hand, you pout. 

“Can you spit on it? I would do it but… Your spit would help me cum faster.” 

Too stunned to speak, Nam Joon sucks his inner cheek, runs his tongue along his teeth, and gathers spit from the back of his throat. He then leans over and—

“Mhmm,” you moan, massaging his spit in your pussy. “Fuck, that got me so horny. Are you horny?”

Nam Joon glares at you. 

“Hurry up and cum,” he hisses. “ I’m supposed to be watching—”

“You are, aren’t you?”

Nam Joon gets the feeling you’re alluding to something completely different from his job. It makes him sick to his stomach that he’s fucking into it. God, did you have to be this compelling? All he can do is push you away… At least, try to. 

“This is getting ridiculous.”

You let a small laugh escape your lips. “Are you serious?”

He shrugs. 

“Nam Joon, you’re holding my hand, spitting on my pussy, and about to watch me finger myself… Me asking you if you’re horny is where you’re deciding this is ridiculous—”

“___, just fucking cum already.”

Instantly, you roll your eyes at him. 

The attitude.

He needs his dick sucked or something.

In response, you wiggle your fingers at him. He gives you a blank expression and turns away for a moment. You take that as your sign to start. With one finger, you insert it inside you. Your pussy clenches and your reaction extends to you squeezing Nam Joon’s hand. As you finger yourself, you try to focus on hitting your climax. 

It’s much more frustrating than it is easy. The man whose cock you desperately want inside of you is just fucking standing there while your fingers do you no justice. 

So, in the silence of your dimly lit bedroom, you shut your eyes and imagine him more intensely. You imagine Nam Joon’s fingers inside you. You imagine how his lips would feel against your skin. How his soft tongue would feel like giving your clit kitten licks. You moan at the very thought, and get excited over the fact that he’s actually here. Even though he’s not touching you the way you want right now, at least he was here. 

He was watching.

Listening to every whimper.

Every breathy utter of his name. 

Then, you feel the sensation in between your legs take over. You pump your fingers faster and lazily begin to rub yourself to finish off. You squirm, murmuring his name in between breaths.

Nam Joon can’t stop watching the way your pussy spreads and how tiny your fingers are. Every time you squeeze his hand, his eyes dart to the way your pussy gets more swollen. On top of that, he loves the way your chest rises. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now. 

He’d kill to lick them. 

To bite them. 

To suck on them. 

Fuck it.

Maybe he should fold. 

So lost in thought, he misses it. In a blink of an eye, you cum and let out a lewd moan. As you catch your breath, you let go of his hand and massage your pussy. 

“Are you finished?” Nam Joon asks. 

You let out a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, I guess. It was fun but honestly? I’m still horny.”

“Not good enough?” 

“You tell me,” you grab his hand and tug him to your pussy.

He didn’t expect it.

It’s too late for him. By the time he registered what you were doing, his fingers were already inbetween your folds. You hold his wrist and control the way he touches you. Dragging his hands up and down, you feel tingles begin again. 

“See? I came, right?”

“Y-yeah,” Nam Joon stutters for the first time tonight. “So wet.”

You scoff. “I usually cum more than this… This is so weird! I don’t get what I did wrong. I thought of you as usual—”

“Princess…” He takes his hand away, signaling you that you’re crossing the line. Shrugging, you offer him an innocent look. “Don’t.”

“Taste me,” you suggest. “If you don’t like the way I taste then you can go back to your little spot over there and do whatever you want. You can keep listening and watching me pleasure myself… But just know, I won’t cum for a long time. I’m horny as fuck but I just can’t get off all by myself! It’s too hard… Deal?”

“Deal? You’re insane,” he grumbles. “Do you hear yourself?”

“I do…” you assure him. “Do you hear me? Because it doesn’t have to be like that. You can stand over there—hey, I’ll even let you jerk off—or you can do it yourself. Make me cum. Fuck me as hard as you can. Take what you want. Your choice.” 

Nam Joon gulps as you sit up and wrap your arms around his neck. Tilting your head at him, you look into his eyes and wait for his decision. 

Nam Joon waits for a second too long. 

Your gaze softens as you take his silence as a no. That’s okay. You can just keep touching yourself and drag it out longer. It’d be fun for you anyway… This was his loss. 

As you pull away, just as you’re about to lay down, Nam Joon cups your cheeks and crashes his lips against yours. He kisses you deep, slipping his tongue in. You waste no time, finding his tongue and sucking on it as he pull away for air. You smile against his kiss, and continue to make out with him. His hands travel from your cheeks to your breast and holy shit.

You’re so fucking happy.

He palms your breasts and pays special attention to your nipples. They’re so hard and sensitive. He knows it. So, he takes his time.

First, he pitches them lightly. You gasp and he laughs into the kiss. Mumbling, “sorry, sorry… my bad, princess,” into your kiss. He runs his thumb over your nipples, stimulating your drive evn more. He then twists them and earns another gasp from you. This time, a moan follows. Next, he cups your entire breast with his hands and squeezes them. Pulling away from the kiss, he scrunches your top over your breasts and dives in. 

He licks your nipples, slaps your breasts, and bites them. 

God, when he bites them—

“O-okay, okay,” you stop him, “gonna need you to start fucking me or else I’m gonna cum with you just doing this.”

“Like me that much?” he teases.

You glare at him. “Might lose interest after seeing your dick though.”

With that, Nam Joon folds. 

He towers over you, as your hands instantly make their way to unbutton his shirt. Midway through, he kisses you. It’s deep and desperate—like he has wanted this for so long too. 

When his shirt is off, you move on to unbuckle his belt. You do it as quickly as possible, ever so happy to finally be able to see his length. Taking his pants off, he tosses them aside.

You can’t believe it. 

His cock is so perfect. 

It’s chiseled like it’s meant to be art. 

“Okay, y-yeah,” you choke. “I’m interested.”

Before he can even respond, Nam Joon throws his head back from the pleasure of you sucking his dick. Holy shit, you just went for it. 

As your mouth wraps around his tip, you take in how he tastes. The precum that sat in the crease of his tip was a little salty. He tastes even better the more you suck. His cock in your mouth is so big. It’s full, girthy, and long. Without needing to try, his length hits the back of your throat multiple times. With teary eyes, you gag, choke, and slobber all of his fat cock. 

Like a fucking dog. 

Like a fucking bitch. 

Like his fucking whore. 

Nam Joon loves the sight. 

He takes a handful of your hair and fucks himself deeper in your pretty mouth. This time, when his cock hits the back of your throat, he holds you still. You breathe in through your nose, sucking as much of him as you can. When you let out an intense gasp for air, he pulls away and feels his stomach twist as strings of your saliva drip. 

Nam Joon repositions you.

He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. There, you let your hands roam his chest as he helps you take your shorts off. His pecks are large and rock-hard. You love the way they feel and as he takes heavy breaths in, you note the way his abs flex.

It’s such a beautiful sight. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” Nam Joon scoffs, as he reaches for his dick. He pumps himself lazily before placing it at your entrance. “Want me so bad? Let’s see how much. Do you think you can last bouncing on my cock? You barely lasted 10 minutes fingering yourself. You were thinking about me too, right? Holding my hand and shit? Have you always been a fucking whore?”

You pout, nodding. “Yeah. I am such a fucking whore for you… I’ve been so patient. Did I wait well?”

Without warning, Nam Joon slaps you in the face. 

“This is about me,” he growls. “You want me. You have me. You get to fuck me. Get that? You waited, and you got the prize. Me. Shut the fuck up and do your fucking job, slut. I’ll praise you when I want. Don’t ask for it. Understand?”

You nod. 

He slaps your face again.

“Answer me, bitch.”

You bite your bottom lip. “I understand.”

“Good,” Nam Joon says, satisfied. “Whenever you’re ready…”

You purse your lips, asking for one more kiss. He kisses you, and as he does so, you take his cock and try to put it in. For some reason, perhaps because of how wet you are, his cock keeps slipping or your hole is just too fucking small for him. When he realizes what’s going on, he sits up a little. 

In a low tone, he offers, “Here, I’ll help you put it in.”

You look at him as he guides it in. You watch how soft his gaze turns the minute you sink into his member. You swear he feels the butterflies too. As you adjust to his size, you begin to move a little. Rolling your hips, you also add a little bounce. For stability, you place your hands on his chest. 

“That’s it,” he moans, “my slut is such a good girl.”

“Mhmm,” you breathe, “s-so good. You fill me up so good, Joon.”

As you ride him, you begin to feel more and more desperate for his cock to fuck you. This entire time, you had been doing all the work and goddamn it’s fucking exhausting. You slam your pussy onto his dick visciously, picking up the pace and trying to catch your orgasm—but you get so fucking tired.

It’s so annoying. 

“I—” you cry, “a-agghhh!”

“I got you.”

Suddenly, Nam Joon wraps his arms around your body and holds you tight. It’s like a hug, but as he does it, he drills his fucking cock into you. Like never before, you feel his length reach spots you missed as you rode him. Nam Joon drills like there’s no tomorrow. It’s so rough and intense, he slaps your ass while he’s at it. You’re constantly moaning, and at this point—

“You like it like this, little slut? Such a fucking whore for wanting it like this… Gonna take my cum? Gonna get so fucked up you can’t walk tomorrow?”

“Mhmmm,” you sob. “Yes, I want it like this. J-just like that! Fuck yes, yes, yes!”

“You think about this, huh? Always imagining how it’d be like for me to fuck you? Are you happy now? Are you fucking happy? Greedy little bitch always gets what she wants, huh?”

“So happy,” you gasp. “I love your cock. You’re so good to me, Joon.” 

Something inside him flips. He loves the way you say his name. He loves the way this feels and is even more in love with the way that it’s with you. With that being said…

He fucks you harder.

Rough, sloppy, messy. 

It’s so fucking good that you grip onto his hair and let out a few sobs. You murmur his name into his ear and your pussy clenches every time he kisses you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and concentrate on how blissful this all is. After a few moments—

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—” 

You cum. 

But it doesn’t stop there. 

Even though you came, he didn’t. 

Nam Joon continues to fuck you through your orgasm as he reaches his. Feeling the sensation, he curls his toes and digs his cock deep into you as he releases. Nam Joon stuffs his cum inside you, and pumps in and out a few more times. 

Then, he leaves it inside. 

As his cum spills, he keeps his cock inside you. Too tired to pull out, but also too in his head. He wants this to last longer than it has. He wants it again if possible… But that’s asking for too much. He knows it. 

Without exchanging any words, you lift your face and lean in. You and Nam Joon make out, nice and slow. It’s so opposite from what you two were just doing… But it was nice. You even play with his hair as you two kiss. He likes it. You know he does because he smirks against your lips. 

When you pull away, it’s like a wave of emotions hit Nam Joon. 

What the fuck did he just do?

He isn’t sure what to say or to do… All he knows is that it was good. It was fun. He had wanted this moment for a while too. Is that something he should regret? Getting what he has wanted and waited for? He doesn’t know. 

As you two lay beside one another, you reach for him and curl into his embrace. Quickly, you fall asleep. The entire thing tired you out. Nam Joon contemplates if he should get up and resume to his usual service… Or should he just lay here? Be with you? 

Was that an option?

Either way, he knows one things for sure…

He’d be here in the morning. 

To protect you.

To fuck you.

To be yours.

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’re heavily pregnant with sukuna’s child and so desperately need to have your specific pregnancy cravings: mangoes. when you realise you’re out of them, you turn into an emotional mess.

tags. true form!sukuna x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw. pregnancy. size difference (reader referred to as small). reader gets called ‘woman, brat’ wc: 1.8k

you’re crying in your chambers, the volume of your cries overshadowing sukuna’s arrival at the estate. you hiccup and sniffle as you sit in the corner of the master bedroom. there really doesn’t seem to be an end to your mental breakdown.

you’re prone to mood changes because of your pregnancy, already being seven months along. your belly is as round as a globe as it sticks out from under your kimono.

you hold onto your lower abdomen while mumbling to yourself. “not fair,” you rub your blurry eyes with your free hand.

the bedroom doors suddenly swing open. you lift your head from your knees and make eye contact with your husband who looks rather . . . upset. more upset than you are at the moment, that’s for sure.

you whimper as his big and intimidating stature dwarfs over yours while you’re stuck in the corner. when you look up at him, you cry even louder. seeing that familiar face after two whole days of suffering in this place alone gets you even more emotional.

after sukuna entered the room, his gaze had immediately fell upon your quivering figure. he raises an eyebrow as you cry louder once you spot him, the sound breaking his ear drums. he lets out a sharp exhale, a hint of annoyance seeping into his tone.

“enough with the tears,” sukuna grumbles as he crosses the room in a few long strides. his presence is both imposing and protective as he looms over your small figure.

his eyes flicker over your body—taking in the sight of your round belly. he can’t deny that the view makes his shoulders relax, relieved to see his wife do well after two days without seeing you.

sukuna kneels down before you, his eyes narrowing as he notices the tears running down your cheeks. who knows how long you’ve been sobbing? the realisation that no one has checked on you while you’ve been crying like this irks him.

the king of curses will make sure that every single servant - and especially the ones assigned to you - pay for not noticing your sour mood sooner.

“damn it, woman,” sukuna curses under his breath, his words laden with both irritation and a sense of concern, “what’s gotten into you now, hmm? why the blubbering mess?"

you hiccup, gasping for air as sukuna kneels down to your level, something he rarely does. one of his hands reach out to wipe a tear from your cheek, his expression stoic and unreadable while he does so.

“welcome home,” you utter, remembering to greet him properly. you wipe your own tears away and try to explain the situation without it sounding absurd. “i—i went down to the kitchen to get som-something,” you stammer, trying to spit it out before sukuna’s irritation spikes.

“but they didn’t have the food i craved—they’re out of mangoes,” your wailing starts again just at the thought of your non existent fruit. it felt like the most devastating moment in your life when the maids told you that they were out of mangoes.

sukuna’s annoyance quickly dissolves upon hearing your explanation. the revelation that you’re crying over mangoes seems so unbelievable, so absurd, that he couldn't help but let out a dry huff of laughter. an amused smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

the pink haired man brushes the remnants of the tears away from your face. his rough fingers pause at your chin, giving it a light tap. “mangoes, huh? y’re out here bawling y’r fucking eyes out like a baby for some damn mangoes?”

despite his tough exterior, sukuna knows that pregnancy hormones often amplified emotions, making even the smallest things a cause for crying. and right now, you’re stressing and sputtering over some mangoes.

“mangoes,” you nod and cry softly, watching as sukuna rubs your cheeks with his manly fingers, enjoying his rough touch. you easily guess by just the increased toughness of his calluses that your husband has worked hard while he was gone.

though, mangoes are your current pregnancy craving and not having them meant war to you. it’s all you can focus on—even if your beloved sukuna is right in front of you.

“i need them,” you whine and pout. your hormones made it difficult for you to calm down.

you do, however, try your best to stop crying. you clean your face with the sleeve of your kimono and bite on your bottom lip to refrain from bawling your eyes out for the nth time. “i want my mangoes,” your voice is hoarse as you glance up at sukuna, “please?”

sukuna hates to admit it, but his expression softens upon hearing the hoarse tone of your pleading voice. the view of your tear-streaked face and the knowledge that you’re experiencing pregnancy cravings makes it difficult for him to maintain his usual firm demeanor.

the king of curses sighs, his annoyance replaced by a reluctant acceptance of your plight. “tsk, damn it,” he mutters, lazily resting his head against the palm of one of his hands, “y’re really gonna make me fetch you some mangoes?”

here you are, a grown woman crying and begging like a kid for a sweet, juicy mango. he’s seen you in many states - happy, sad, tired, excited - but never quite as emotionally overwhelmed just for a piece of fruit. sukuna’s large hand reaches out to pat your head in a surprisingly gentle manner, a rare display of his softer side.

you pout at sukuna and lean into his touch as he pats your head. you come up with something witty to say, as you always do. “well, you’re the one who got me pregnant,” you comment in a teasing way, sticking your tongue out at your husband.

no matter what sour mood you’re in, you can still be sassy. though it doesn’t last long before your bottom lip trembles again. “i can’t do anything about it. the baby craves mangos,” you whine as you rub your baby bump to emphasise your words.

you are eating for two people after all—for you and the baby.

sukuna’s smirk widened at your retort and the playful gesture. even in your distraught state, you had the audacity to sass him. damn cheeky little woman.

the pink-haired man chuckled darkly, his hand clumsily ruffling your hair again before pulling away. “‘n i don’t regret a thing. even if i gotta put up with y’r cranky ass.”

you roll your eyes at sukuna’s reply. you know you’re an emotional mess, but you couldn’t care less. anything for your mangoes—those juicy ones that you could eat a dozen of in one sitting.

“the maids said that the mangoes were out of stock in the towns ‘nd villages nearby,” you continue while you carefully stand up from the corner. you’re trying your best to stay rational. you’re extremely hungry and haven’t eaten ever since breakfast. that’s how stubborn you are being.

“but i’m hungryyyyy. want my mangoes,” you sigh and nearly stomp your feet out of frustration.

“yeah, yeah—fuckin’ hell,” sukuna groans, watching you slowly stand up, your pregnant belly protruding like a perfect sphere. it’s a constant reminder of the effect he has on you, and somehow, it makes him proud.

he helps you stand up by holding onto your arm, sharp eyes focused on your body to make sure you don’t strain a single muscle.

after you manage to stand up straight, you walk with sukuna to the kitchen to find something to eat—perhaps some other fruit will satisfy your cravings for now.

sukuna follows behind you, his steps long and leisurely while your shorter strides keep the pace with him. as the two of you walked towards the kitchen, he continues to listen to your repeated mantra. it’s driving him insane.

“mangoes, mangoes, mangoes. i get it, brat,” the king of curses swears he can feel the vein in his forehead throb. you’re lucky that he . . . tolerates you as his wife.

it’s something more than just ‘tolerating’ you, of course. but openly admitting to loving you, even in the slightest, is something sukuna would never do.

if someone would ask him why he goes the extra mile for you, his answer would be that it’s simply because you’re carrying his heir. however only sukuna knows the full truth, the sappy secret he’ll forever keep to himself.

before you arrive at the kitchen, you bump into uraume. they glance from sukuna to you and bow. “good day,” they greet you with as much respect as they do to sukuna. they’ve been doing so ever since you gained your title as his wife.

the king of curses folds all four of his arms over his chest. his lower pair of eyes are still focused on your impatient self, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. he just knows you’re holding yourself back from asking for your active pregnancy craving again.

sukuna clicks his tongue and nods his head at you while he speaks to uraume. “keep an eye on her while ‘m gone. feed her what she wants,” he says in his deep voice, his tone commanding and firm.

uraume remains quiet for a second. sukuna had recently came back from a mission and is once again heading out for some ambiguous reason, but they know better than to question their master.

“where are you going, hubby?”

you of course, get a free pass. you don’t hesitate at all before questioning your husband. sukuna scoffs when he hears your voice ask him that in such an oblivious manner. you should’ve known where he was departing to.

“where’d you think, smartass?” he pinches your nose, causing you to swat his fingers away out of instinct. he gives up on your nose and moves to squeeze your cheeks together in a gentle yet firm manner.

you huff at his antics. sukuna grins at your frown and pout before releasing your jawline with a faint push.

“you better hold on ‘til i come back with y’r stupid mangoes,” he scoffs while turning around to walk to the entrance, “and when i do, i don’t wanna hear ‘nother squeak, understood?”

sukuna seems to have made another mission for himself; find his heavily pregnant wife mangoes before she goes absolutely insane.

your face lights up and you nod repeatedly. your heart melts when you realise that sukuna is actually putting effort to satisfy your needs. he may be harsh and stern at times, but his actions speak louder than his words.

“okay! love you, ‘kuna!” you call out to your lover while he disappears behind the gates. as expected, your words are met by silence.

that’s fine with you. not hearing an ‘i love you’ back doesn’t hurt you as much as it did at the start of your relationship.

you know sukuna cherishes you in his own special way. if he didn’t, you’d be dead long time ago. on top of that, he would not go out on a hunt for mangoes right after coming back home if he didn’t like you.

you know sukuna would let the world burn for you.

can i request for post-concert smut?? with any member of your choice? thanks xx

this took so much longer to write than i thought it would omg 

aftermath rated m for may or may not be that much pron at all word count: 1,561

He is always breathless and dizzy when he gets off stage, stumbling back into the dressing room and collapsing into a chair, more often than not, one that isn’t his. Then he’d smile that smile that fills up the whole room till it’s brimming with him as you hand him his water bottle and he takes a long sip.

It would always happen like this.

Not this time.

Keep reading

Puff for Puff |KNJ| |M|

Summary: There are levels when it comes to Namjoon and you. After a long day working in the studio Namjoon needs the weed, you on the other hand, need something a little bit more stronger dealing with him. But he also needs you, his little play toy.

Paring: Idol!Namjoon x!reader

Warning: size kink, spitting, oral (m receiving) ass slapping, rough sex, weed and alcohol consumption, name calling (slut, whore) praise kink. I think that's all!

Main masterlist Namjoon mastetlist

Namjoon sighs when he brings his head back against the couch, the alcohol taking affect in his body. It was a nice feeling. To not work or be in a room with a bunch of strangers you don't know for a night. Having a home to himself with his beautiful girlfriend.

Speaking of girlfriend, you were on his lap rolling up a blunt for him to smoke first since he asked you too. It's funny really, because you don't smoke. Not regularly, but you somehow always had the good stuff on hand. "Baby." He hears you call him as he sits up opening his eyes. You hold up the blunt in front of him already lit for him, he takes his hand from your waist, and he grabs it putting it to his lips and takes a few puffs before handing it back to you. The smoke goes to the other side of the room, and he takes another sip of his drink. You take a long puff, letting it sit on your lungs before blowing it out. It doesn't take long for Namjoon to take the blunt from you again and you to take his drink and sipping on it as well.

This what you two did, on a typical Saturday night when Namjoon didn't have anything else going on that acquired him to sleep at his dorm room then being at your comfy apartment. He didn't mind though, as long as he could see you, hold you, and spend time with you that's all that really mattered to him.

He feels a pair of lips kiss his neck softly leaving him from his trance. You work your lips up to behind his ear lobe kissing it before moving to his jawline then up to his lip. Your kisses felt like fire on his lips, the weed taking full effect as he lets you explore his mouth. It didn't last long though, as you started to pull on the bottom of his white tee. You always were impatient. When it came to waiting in line, when the Wi-Fi didn't work when you wanted it to work, when you had something cooking in the oven. But most importantly you were impatient when it came to sex. You always let out the loudest whines and would pout when Namjoon didn't touch you right away. He always said you were a brat. And to be honest, you loved being his spoiled and only brat.

Namjoon watches as you take off his shirt his eyes hooded when you start to kiss down the middle of his throat, he lets out a grunt as you bite down leaving a dark purple mark on his honey tone skin. He usually tells you no, well he always tells you no, but he doesn't have the heart too when all he can hear you mumbling is "so pretty" over and over again when you also, leave another pretty purple mark on his stomach. You do end up getting up from his lap and getting on your knees. Namjoon opens his legs up a bit, and he sits back a little more, his head laying on the couch cushion as he watches you pull down his sweatpants and underwear. Namjoon wasn't a small guy, or was he huge either, he was in the middle. With a thick girth and long. He always could stretch you out just right and it felt so good when he did.

You let out a hum, when you grab his dick with one hand and the other rubbing up and down his thigh. He felt heavy in your hands, licking the tip of his dick before moving down his shaft. It didn't take long for you to have him down his throat in one go, not even giving him a warning. A low grumble is heard from the back of his throat as he moves his hand to on the top of your head, his fingers running through your hair. You move your head up and down, relaxing your jaw to take all of him. Your hand moves away from his thighs and replace them on the bottom of his dick trailing them to also play with his balls just the way you knew your tall boyfriend like them. It didn't take long for Namjoon to start fucking your mouth, his hand gripping your hair in the process. His mind was clouded with his own lust, watching as tears fell from your eyes and he could hear tiny whimpers and moans vibrating around him. If Namjoon could take a picture, he would, it wasn't like he hasn't before, but his phone was far away from him, so he had to just leave it in his mind like a memory. Painting it in his brain forever.

"Fuck- Baby I'm going to cum, you going to let me cum down that pretty little throat?" Namjoon voice was raspy as he spoke. He could feel his high coming from the bottom of his stomach, you pull him out of your mouth taking a breather as you suck hard on the top of his tip. Your hands never stopping as you pump him through his orgasm. Thick white ropes of cum fills your mouth as you try to swallow every last drop. He rides out his high, a low moan leaves his lips and his body goes still. You let out a pretty giggle before standing up and pulls off the sun dress you had on. Namjoon eyes trail down your soft beautiful body, he watches as you take off your bra as well, and panties. You felt so small under his glaze, the dominance radiating off his body. You do end up walking back over to him, you sit back on his lap, straddling him. Namjoon hands move up your thighs then they reach at the end of your ass, squeezing the flesh.

You bend down, bring your lips back on his and it doesn't take long for it to become heated. It was a bit sloppy, but Namjoon didn't care. He could feel you dripping on his bare dick the more you move your hips to catch some type of friction. Namjoon could call you many names in the book, princess, baby, sweetheart, brat, pup, pedal. But he had his favorite ones like calling you his cock slut. Because let's be honest? Who wouldn't be? He loved when you begged for it, the way your eyes would become glossy with tears, and you would bite the bottom of your lip as you sucked on it. He rubs his dick against your wet, warm, sticky folds before sliding in, splitting you open. It was a stretch, a painful one but it felt good, so good, so delicious that you craved for it more. Moving down a bit further as you felt him fully inside you. You didn't wait to adjust either before being to move your hips. Riding your gorgeous boyfriend.

Moans fill the living room as you bounce on Namjoon's cock, he groans slapping your ass every now and again making you smile stupidly. You did start to feel tired though, your legs starting to feel sore, and as Namjoon liked to call you, "a pillow princess" you did what any normal pillow princess would do, let your man do the rest of the work. But Namjoon didn't seem to mind though as he moves his hips up, sharp thrust making you lose your mind. "Such a good little whore, fuck. Open your mouth." You do as you're told, sitting up just a bit, looking at him as you open your mouth. Namjoon sucks on his tongue before spitting right into your mouth and you swallow it. Your eyes start rolling in the back of your head when Namjoon hits that special spot. You dig your nails into his chest babbling his name over and over again, feeling your high coming. Namjoon could feel you clinching around him, he brings his hand in between your bodies rubbing your clit for extra motivation just enough for that band in the pit of your stomach to snap, causing you to come undone. You squeal and scream on Namjoon shoulder, your body trembling as you come down from your high. Namjoon continues moving his hips as he too tries to catch his high as well. He hears you whine when you start to feel overstimulated as he comes inside you with a groan.

Namjoon holds your body tight as you try to catch your breath. He looks at you as you have this stupid goofy smile on your face, he kisses your lips, before lifting your hips so he can pull out. You hiss at the feeling of emptiness and his and you're cum dripping on his sweatpants. But he was too high to care. "Aw, I made a mess on you." A pout forms on your lips, and Namjoon laughs before kissing your check. "It's okay, I can always wash them. Plus, you were a good girl, why would I care anyway? Even though you are a spoiled brat." On a normal day you would take offense into that, but you were still high to even care, but also tired. So, you smiled and lean back into him caging him and laying your head on his chest. You don't know when you end up falling asleep, but you hear Namjoon say thank you before drifting off into sleep land.

art nerd joon?!??!! yes pleaseee

Making Love in A Museum - Namjoon Smut

Note - I'm going to start adding pictures so you can get a visual of the type of scenario I'm creating. Let me know what you think.

POV: reader x bf Namjoon attend an art installation and are charged up by the change in the air from a storm coming to town. MINORS DNI

Warnings: intercourse, PDA, clit stimulation, mention of how his bulge looks, the usual.

ENJOY!

It was a night like any other where you & Namjoon  attended an art installation opening. Namjoon had always appreciated art & even shut down whole museums to visit. However, it seemed the invitations started pouring in once he started dating you. It could have been your connections to the art world via the library foundation you were the director of or simply because he would have arm candy to walk the red carpet with him. 

 There was a storm rolling in from the Yellow Sea leaving an extra charge in the air. You were turned on by everything Namjoon did. From the muscles in his arm when he flexed to put his cuff links on to the concentrated look in his eye when he was styling his hair. The feeling was mutual, though. You didn’t notice but it took him so long to style his hair, essentially combing his hair back & forth to the style it originally was because he was distracted by the sight of you in his mirror. He loved watching you get dressed. He loved the way you bit your bottom lip as you scanned your closet for an appropriate outfit. He loved the way your tattoos moved like waves in the ocean as you shimmied into whatever dress you chose. While you were putting your outfit on, he was already thinking about taking it off. The way the emerald green high neck backless long sleeve dress hugged you body drove him crazy

The electricity in the air didn’t help either one control themselves. Something about the excitement of the pending storm and the art installation opening had them both constantly checking the clock to countdown until you could be home and under the covers tangled in each other's limbs.

 The front door alarm to the apartment buzzed announcing the arrival of the limousine. You were one of Korea’s hottest IT couples and you preferred to arrive in style. You walked out of the bedroom putting on your second earring, making sure your side swept hair & barrette were in place in the hall mirror. You caught Namjoon staring at you, “is this okay?” You asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“You look absolutely stunning, baby girl,” he smiled while pulling you in for a kiss. “Now let’s go or we’re going to be late.” You grabbed your silver studded clutch & checked yourself one last time in the mirror.

They sat in the back of the limo, Namjoon closest to the door. He rested his elbow on the door, his head resting on his thumb looking out the window. A million thoughts were running through his head, most of which were excuses for leaving early so he could get you home. 

He placed his free hand on your exposed thigh, squeezing it with a hint of roughness. He traced circles on your leg with his thumb & he could feel you squirming under his touch. 

“Don’t start anything you can’t immediately finish,” you told him, a hint of sass in your voice.

“Who says I won’t finish?” He replied without skipping a beat. You scooted down the seat just a little, the leather groaning with your slightest move. His hand gently moved its way up your leg, ebbing and flowing with motion making you moisten with anticipation.

He was just about to pull your thong to the side when the driver announced they had arrived.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you groaned under your breath.

He leaned in close to you & whispered in your ear, “I’m sorry, Princess, I promise I’ll make it up to you, tonight.” His voice was low & husky, you could smell his shower gel & aftershave and it intoxicated your nostrils. You wanted him right then & there, but you would have to wait. You hated waiting.

He stepped out of the limo first then turned to help you out. As they walked up to the red carpet they posed their usual standard pose: you turned towards Namjoon with your outer leg at a 45 degree angle, hand by your side & Namjoon faced forward however slightly towards you with his hand on the small of your back. 

“I’m seeing dots,” you commented through your teeth, making Namjoon laugh.

“Just hang tight babe, a few more seconds & it’s over,” he reassured you before bending down to kiss your neck causing another flurry of flashes . You were going to hear about it from Hybe headquarters tomorrow, as you usually did since not only were you one of Korea’s hottest couples but you were also one of Korea’s couples who displayed the most PDA. 

You walked into the art installation holding onto his arm in a regal fashion & were greeted by the artist herself. She was a mutual friend of Namjoon’s through Denver & he accepted the invitation as a favor to help garner more publicity.

“Namjoon-a, thank you so much for coming!” She exclaimed, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek. You never loosened her grip on Namjoon’s arm. If anything, you tightened your grip which he knew meant don’t get too friendly. That possessiveness only drove him to be more lustful for her.

The concept of the art installation was light against dark, finding the light in the dark. Or a single ray of light surrounded in darkness. This meant that the layout of the installation started with light surrounding art pieces meant to convey increasing darkness the further back you went into the exhibit. You sipped on champagne & spoke with people you knew and chit chatted with people upi didn’t who came to introduce themselves. Among them was an up and coming fashion house specializing in formal events and weddings. They joked that maybe a wedding was in the near future & Namjoon smiled the dimpled smile that melted your heart. He smiled, looked down and replied “Not this year, but soon I hope. If she’ll have me,” he squeezed you closer to him, his hand resting just above your hip.

You felt your heart leap out of your chest & you had to look away to keep from asking him to elaborate further.

Slowly but surely they headed to the back of the installation. The further back they went, the darker it got and people were more sparse. It seemed people were too busy socializing to make it that far. There were about 3 other people in the darkest area of the exhibit, all who decided now was the time to give you and Namjoon some privacy. Even the security guards assigned to escort you hung along the edge of the exhibit to give you some privacy.

“What do you think so far, my love?” Namjoon asked you. You were about 4 sentences into your opinion when you felt Namjoon’s warm hand cupping your ass. Caught off guard, you turned to look at him, not sure if you really felt it or imagined his big hand caressing your body.

“Circling back to finishing what I started…” his voice trailed off as he leaned down to kiss you hard, biting your lower lip.

“You want to finish… here?!” 

“Art is pleasure, baby girl.” He whispered heavily in your ear.

He pulled you towards him, your arms coming up between them grabbing the lapels of his jacket. His hand caressed your breast, his thumb and forefinger provoking your nipple to poke through your dress. In the darkness he found a table that must have been pushed out of the way for the exhibit, a table forgotten in the darkness.

The faint glow of the light from the artistic moon shone on your face as your closed your eyes. Namjoon wanted to bring you pleasure, he wanted to give you ecstasy right then and there if it was the last thing he did.

He grabbed you under your ass and lifted you up, walking you over to the table. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his bulge against your wetness. Your calves squeezed against his lower back, begging him to enter you.

“Not so fast, baby girl, I need to finish what I started, remember?” He growled in your ear before licking the outer cartilage.

He sat you on the low table and slipped his fingers into your slit, you were slippery wet. He felt like his bulge was about to poke through his pants and rip them open like he wanted to rip into you. But he needed you to cum first.

He slipped two fingers inside first, then slowly pulled them out and slipped in a third. He felt you pull herself to him, clinging to his neck & your breath becoming heavier. With his fingers inside of you, his thumb slowly circled your clit. As soon as he started circling he felt your body instantly tense up. He kissed the tops of your breasts, wanting to devour every inch of you as quickly as possibly.  Seemingly within seconds you nibbled his ear, signaling you were about to cum.

“Keep quiet, princess, you don’t want anyone to know we’re back here.”

As the wave of orgasm took over your body you dug your face into Namjoon’s chest, fighting back moaning loudly. You moaned into his chest, swearing that his bulge felt like it was growing as he rubbed himself against your leg. Once the high subsided you unzipped his pants.

“Please, fuck me, Kim Namjoon,” you whispered in his ear.

“Mmmm, you want me that bad?” His voice was low and gravelly. You needed him inside of you. You needed him to fill you up. Your bodies coming together was one of the few ways you felt like a completed puzzle.

You slowly unzipped his pants, the only sound in the room you were in was the song playing overhead, Cifika’s “Hush”. As you pulled his dick out of his pants you quietly & softly scooted to the edge of the table so he didn’t have to reach over you too far. You could feel the stickiness of the precum against your wrist as you stroked him a little. He reached his hands under your ass & pulled you up a little so he could enter you. Where you were standing, you were surrounded by darkness. The only light was the faint glow of the moon across the room, about 20 ft away.

As he teased your wetness with the tip of his dick you heard the low rumble of thunder in the distance. The storm was approaching. Just as he was entering you, you heard one of the security guards clear his throat right before footsteps approached the area. Relying on the darkness to conceal your deed, you squeezed him internally as he put his mouth on your shoulder to muffle his moan. The people that had come in stayed by the moon since that was the only light source. You continued squeezing him in pulses and you could feel his dick jumping inside of your with every pulse.

As the thunderstorm inched closer and the thunder rumbled louder he started moving his hips. First in slow pulses so as to make sure there was no rustling of clothes that could be heard by anyone. After a few minutes the footsteps and lull of conversation drifted further away. At the last audible footsteps Namjoon started pumping hard into you. Pleasure zinged to every nerve in your body and you was filled with electricity that shot all the way through to your fingertips. He dug his face into your neck, kissing you and nibbling you when the pleasure started building up. You started to feel sweat on the side of her face, your boyfriend was sweating from the fast pumping. 

“You gonna bring me home, baby girl?” He growled in your ear. You were on the brink of ecstacy the more he moved his hips.

“Yes baby, fuck me harder, I’m going to cum,” you moaned in his ear.

Just as you were both on the cusp of cumming a hard thunder clapped, causing all of the lights to go out and the emergency sprinklers to come on. 

Too caught up in the moment, Namjoon kept fucking you. You wrapped your legs tighter as you came, the water now drenched the both of you. When you both climaxed at the same time loud thunder clapped again, allowing you to be vocal about your release. You looked up, out of breath and with your eyes closed as Namjoon put his face in your cleavage. It wasn’t until the lights came back on that you had realized what happened. You jumped off of the table & adjusted your dress as Namjoon fixed himself. He grabbed your hand and you ran out of a side exit straight onto the street for the waiting limo. As you ran, you felt something wet dripping from between your legs, bringing a smirk on your face as you weren’t sure if it wasn’t the Joon juice or the runoff of water from the sprinklers. As you got into the limo Namjoon took off his jacket & wrapped it around your shoulders. He kissed your temple and whispered in your ear. “Don’t think I’m quit done with you yet, baby girl.”

Control

Pairing: Reader x Taehyung x Namjoon x Jimin (?) 

Story Genre: thieves!au, smut

Warnings: choking, spanking, explicit language

Word count: 4.4K

Summary: You’re part of a criminal organization called BTS. You find yourself in trouble when you try to explain to your bosses that you failed at your job and they end up teaching you a lesson about power.

A/N: this started out as me wanting to continue a dirty dream I had with Taehyung and Namjoon after I was woken up by my dog barking but it turned into…I don’t even fucking know what this is lmao. It’s just pure filth, enjoy <3

“Hands in the air, it’s a stick-up! Do as I say and you’ll get to live to tell your grandchildren about the one time you were robbed by the sexiest thief you’ve ever seen before.”

You had said that line about a hundred times before, always winking to some hot guy you managed to catch a glimpse of. Watching people fall to their knees with their body shaking for fear of you made you feel powerful and confident and you liked it. You liked everything that came with it, even the risk of getting caught; it made your heart beat faster and it heightened all your senses.

You were part of a criminal organization called BTS, Beyond The Scene. They mostly conned people and did armed robbery, the latter being the one you worked and specialized in.

Keep reading