Classroom Conduct | Knj. (m)

classroom conduct | knj. (m)

➵ summary: kim namjoon—full-time university professor and your secret boyfriend, is a man of rules. pushing his buttons when he’s working is breaking one of them, but you never mind a brush up on your classroom conduct when his punishment is oh so sweet.

➵ pairing: professor!namjoon x teaching assistant!reader

➵ genre: secret/forbidden relationship!au, age gap, smut, pwp

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 4k

➵ warnings: making out, friendly spanking, hard dom!joon, brat/sub!reader, punishment, oral (m. recieving), throat-fucking, deep-throating, gagging, dirty talk, hair-pulling, praising, degradation (use of cockslut), food play, title kink, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap before ya tap pls), discipline/punishment, pussy spanking, begging, creampie <3

↳ part of the @bangtansorciere​ sip & whip event! using the prompts “why do you have icing on your cock?” + gagging, “merry little brat” + pussy spanking & “stocking stuffer” + creampie

➵ a/n: i’ve been down bad for joon lately and it clearly shows in this 🥴 thank you my lovely ryen @kithtaehyung​​ for beta-ing this and leaving her sweet comments!! feedback is always appreciated <33

“All this grading,” you sigh, scrolling past the multiple pages of someone’s final on Aristotle’s legacy. “And a day before Christmas Eve, too. ”

Namjoon laughs ruefully, flipping through a report. “The faster we get it done, the faster we get to leave, Y/N.” 

“Mm,” you hum, toying with your pen in your hand. You can’t help but openly gaze at him from across his desk; he just looks delectable when he wears his sexy glasses, and that one brown turtleneck underneath a tweed blazer. “Get to leave, huh? And what are we doing after that?” 

Namjoon cracks a small side-grin to himself, before his dragon eyes focus on another report upon his desk. “We won’t find out if you don’t stop staring at me and get some work done, babe.” 

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Call Me Bunny - MYG

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Yoongi x Chubby!reader

Genre/AU: Smut, pwp, tutor!yoongi, student!reader, the reader has a thing for being called bunny, yoongi just wants to be a good tutor.

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: Fingering, cum swallowing, sir kink, bunny kink, degrading, praising, dom!yoongi, sub!reader.

Synopsis: You had a thing for your tutor, but seeing as though you're dumber than a box of rocks when it came to your studies, a handsome man distracting you was definitely not what you needed.

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Who knew you could get so horny over mathematics?

You gulped as you watched how your attractive tutor was trying to explain and work out the current math problem that you were stuck on. You felt like an idiot, and what made it even worse was that you had expected your tutor to be some ugly old guy, not an attractive, slender man in his twenties. You were sure he wasn't attracted to you, seeing as though you were an overweight nineteen year old that was apparently dumber than a box of rocks.

You observed how his tongue slightly poked out between his lips as he wrote things down. You couldn't help but wonder what that pretty pink thing could do. No! You thought, slightly slapping yourself. He looked up at you because of the small sound that was made when your own hand came in contact with the side of your face. You looked at him sheepishly, "Sorry."

He rolled his eyes, putting the pencil down on your coffee table as you two sat on the ground, your backs against the couch. As much as you would have preferred to be in your room, it wasn't looking the most impressive right now (aka there were snack wrappers and clothes absolutely everywhere), and you didn't want to look like a slob. He huffed out what seemed to be irritation as he asked, "Are you even paying attention to what I'm explaining to you?" You looked away in shame. He clicked his tongue, "I refuse to try and teach you this material if you aren't even going to make an attempt to understand." You hated that you were disappointing him, but it was his fault that you got distracted in the first place!

"I'm sorry, I've just had a lot on my mind lately. So I haven't really been in a studying mindset, but I'm trying, yoongi. I really am." There was nothing you hated more than failure. It wasn't even restricted to things like relationships, it was also academically as well. You weren't the best when it came to your studies, but your parents refused to give up on you, even if that meant paying a little extra to try and get somebody to come over on their most busiest days of work. You were grateful for all the support, but that also meant if you were to fail, that their efforts would completely go to waste and you would just disappoint them even more.

You felt tears pricking in your eyes as you sniffled a bit. That seemed to sizzle down yoongi's oncoming fury because his hand cupped yours, "Hey, It's okay. I get it, you have a busy life and what not, but if it's affecting you this much then maybe we should take a break. And we could... Talk about it. If you want." You faced him with wide, teary eyes. "I would like that a lot, actually."

You both settled down on the couch, sitting across from each other, your legs leaving to the side since you were were a skirt while he was sitting I in a criss cross shape.

"So, tell me what's bothering you, princess." Ah, there it was.

Yoongi had a habit of calling you pet names whenever he would teach you. Either that being when you get too off track, losing focus, or getting frustrated. For what it's worth, it usually works, especially bunny. Oh lord, the things that name does to you; it made you feel small, soft, safe, and undescribably needy. He's only called you it a total of one time, which made it all the more special to you. He's probably forgotten about that moment, but you held onto it dearly, knowing that you may never hear him say it ever again.

"Well.. um. I just haven't had a lot of motivation." Lie number one. "Motivation? Do I not provide you enough?" That wasn't the case at all. "No! It's not that! I just- I don't know." Your hesitancy was clear to see but he didn't push you to speak about it. "Well do you have any suggestions on how I could potentially help you focus?" You gulped and looked into his eyes. Well here goes nothing.

"A-after I get a question right can you praise me and-... Call me bunny?"

Silence.

Fuck.

You avoided looking up at him, panic now begining to form in your gut. The first person to come to your mind was your mother. She was going to be absolutely heated knowing that her daughter scared her tutor away because she wanted him to call her something as cheesy as bunny.

"Actually- nevermind! Please just forget about it! I'll try harder I promise just please don't quit, I-"

But before you could apologize Yoongi nudged your head up by your chin, trying to get you to look at him. You refused to though, keeping your eyes fixated on something else to the side of you.

"Look at me, ____." You shook your head no, biting your lower lip in embarrassment. He sighed, "I said look at me, bunny." Now that caught your attention. You looked at him with wide, shocked eyes, your nerves becoming jittery because of the look on his face. His eyes were dark, his grip on your chin tightening a little at the sight of the submissive look in your eyes. He could slowly feel his self control slipping away from him.

"Are you sure that me calling you bunny will truly help you focus?" You nodded slightly, "Only if you're comfortable with it." He then smirked, "But there's one thing that you have to do for me if you want me to call you bunny." You gave him a confused look, "And what would that be?" His hand cupped your cheek, bringing your face close to his, "You have to call me sir." Your face flushed. Gulping loudly you nodded, "Yes, sir." Yoongi had to stop himself from groaning at the sound of you saying it. You looked so adorable trying his newfound title out by mumbling all sorts of different scenarios under your breath.

You both slid down to the ground once more, resuming your earlier position. You had no idea that this was how tonight was going to play out, but you'd be lying if you said that you didn't like it. You would have never imagined that Yoongi was into such things as being called sir, but the more you thought about it, the more it began to make sense.

He had given you various math problems to try, and just like you had thought, the nickname helped spur you on. You wanted to hear that one word come out of his mouth so badly that you'd rather sit here on the ground for hours just trying to figure one of these godforsaken things out. Instead of yoongi scrolling on his phone or hovering over you to see if you're doing it right, he had his hand settled on the part of your thigh that wasn't covered by your skirt, rubbing it gently. You knew that if you had asked him to stop he would, but that's the funny thing about this whole thing, you didn't want him to. If anything, you wanted his hand to go a little bit higher.

You began to feel all hot and bothered at the thought of Yoongi fingering you in the middle of your living room. You couldn't stop yourself from slipping in a sort of submissive head space. You looked over at him with glassy eyes.

"Sir.." You whined. He looked over at you with a cocked eyebrow. "Please.." You requested. You had no idea what you were asking him to do, but you knew it had nothing to do about the math practice. He seemed to catch on but didn't make a move, only condescendingly asking, "What is it that you want, bun?" You then grabbed his hand from your thigh and held it in front of your face, looking at him straight in the eye before enveloping one of his fingers with your mouth. You suckled on it as you held his wrist. He groaned at the feeling of your tongue tracing one of his rings that he had on. He couldn't help but press the pad of it down on your tongue, his cock jumping in interest at the sight of you slightly choking.

You can say that he was a bit of a sadist.

He took the initiative to take the digit out of your mouth and put into his, tasting you. He growled as he forcfully grabbed you, pulling you onto your knees to help you straddle his lap. His eyes flickered from your lips and back up to you, as if he was silently asking for permission. You nodded without a second thought. He didn't hesitate to quickly take control of the situation, his lips locking yours into a heated kiss. His tongue plunged itself inside of your mouth, not even caring about the loud whimpers the followed along with his every movement. His hands slipped down to hike up your skirt, his hands gripping the naked part of your ass, his movements slightly stuttering at his unexpected discovery.

You were wearing a thong.

"You naughty little thing. Wearing a thong and a skirt at the same time I see? What a whore, you wore it even though you knew that you were going to be left home alone with a man. But then again.. this is what you wanted, right?" He teased.

You shivered at his dangerous tone. You then felt a stinging sensation spread throughout your left ass cheek, a rough hand then soothing it, "I asked you a question, bun." You whined pathetically, "Yes," You gasped as his hand hit you once more, "Mm~ I'd wear these every time you'd come over, even in my pajamas. I wanted you so bad. I liked you so much." You didn't even him time to dwell on the last part before pulling him into another hungry kiss.

Both of his hands practically ripped your skirt down your legs, his left hand moving down to cup your sex through your panties that barely left anything to the imagination, while the right one continued to massage your ass. You gripped his shoulders tight, your head falling back as you desperately grinded down on his rough hand. You were chasing friction that he was refusing to give you. What a fucking tease.

"Sir please.. touch me. Do anything."

He peered up at you, "Anything?" You stuttered when his fingers moved the lace to the side, rubbing your slit teasingly. He massaged your clit, the long awaited pressure caused an overwhelming feeling of pleasure to shake your body like a rattle. You cried out, your hips buckling as they tingled sensitivitely. He leaned forward his right hand coming to shove up your shirt so that it was pushed up to your neck. You immediately tugged the bothersome thing off as well as your bra. He hummed gratefully at your efforts to be a good girl for him, his lips going to suck on the stretch marks that decorated the tops of your breasts.

Yoongi would never understand how much that one simple thing meant to you. You moaned airly at the barely there sensation, but you were grateful nonetheless. His fingers then teased your opening before sliding one finger in, a loud squelch following with it. You bit your lip, noise clogging in your throat as his motions were fast, violent, and making you almost tip over the edge not even a couple of minutes in. Your body jerked everytime his finger hit your g-spot, a second one quickly joining in on the mix.

"Sir.. m' gonna cum." You gasped, your nails digging into his white button up." He looked up at you, an unforgiving smirk on his face, "But we've barely done anything." He said as he fake pouted, "Can sir play for just a little bit longer, please bunny?" Of course he was using your name against you. That's one thing that you were quick to catch onto, he loved to tease.

"O-okay.." You mumbled.

He continued to play with you, your request seemingly spurring him on. His pace was making you feel like you were going to explode. Tiny gasps and moans left you as you clenched down onto his two digits in a pathetic attempt to try and keep yourself together, just to let him have his fun a little bit longer.

It's when you began to tremble he took mercy on you, his lips locking onto the side of your neck to suck a deep, dark purple spot. Your legs felt like jelly, your grip on him becoming weaker as you felt your self control slowly collapse.

"Cum, bunny."

That's all it took for you to let go, an exaggerated whine leaving your mouth as you rode out your high, the heel of Yoongi's palm adding more stimulation as it rubbed against your clit. His moves were quick and smooth, like he knows what he's doing. You then settled down, Yoongi taking his fingers from out of you and holding them in front of you, the feeling of your release being forced against your lips.

You shyly took them into your mouth, your face flushing at the fact that your tutor was watching you swallow your own cum.

"So.. was that enough motivation for you, bunny?"

Mr. President ✎ Kim Namjoon

✎ Summary: There’s just something about Kim Namjoon. Kim Namjoon whose name is always being passed around by the girls on campus as if he was a creature sent from the heavens. Kim Namjoon who is always mentioned as a picture student by the teachers no matter the class. Kim Namjoon, the man that is the bane of your existence with his perfect face and his perfect grades, always placing you second on everything. Kim Namjoon, the man that gets your panties in a twist in more ways than one.

✎ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

✎ Genres/AU/Rating: 18+, College AU, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Humor

✎ Warnings: good old voyeurism, angry sex, masturbating, protected sex (that’s a new one) lots and lots of kithes, not a warning just a tag: Jimin is queer, microaggressions in terms of misogyny by teachers, YN just wants to be heard!

✎ WC: 6.7k

✎ A/N: I swear this was waaaaay overdue, but I really liked how it turned out, so hopefully you’ll do too! Check out the College Enemies 101 Project to see what everyone is going to bring to you this assignment. THIS FIC HAS MADE ME CRY, IT’S MY BAY AND I WILL CHERRISH HER FOREVER IT WAS REALLY JUST AN EXCUSE TO WRITE A FEMINIST OC WITH SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND KIM NAMJOON LENDING HER A PLATFORM I NEED ONE OF THOSE PLEASE

✎Taglist: @fuck-expectations-people @theestrangeddreamer @btstrasht

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“Well, Y/N we have to say, the board is astonished by your entrance exam and curriculum and we’d just like to say” The lady cladded in a navy blue suit and a polite smile on her face reaches to her side to grab a folder and pass it on to you “We will be over the moon to see you here during the fall semester.

Entering such a renowned university was sure a feat on its own, hours upon hours of studying in no way that the rest of your classmates had done in high school, which indeed somewhat got you outcasted, but at least you got to secure your place in Seoul National University and were sure that you wouldn’t have to see any of them ever again. Perhaps it was more wishful thinking.

The first time you knew about Kim Namjoon– well, not really, cause Kim Namjoon had attended the same high school as you, but he was more about keeping to himself, a scrawny figure with glasses on his face and velcro shoes sitting in the back– was exactly one week before you were supposed to go to college, boxes upon boxes decorating your parents’ house, awaiting for your leave when you had received that phone call.

“Is this Y/N?”

“Yeah she’s speaking”

“Y/N! I’m calling from SNU, unfortunately, we’ll have to put your entry on hold, there’s been an acceptance of another student with a higher CSAT than yours”

You had felt your mind go blank, 13 hours per day studying were meant to guarantee you the highest score in the batch. You had made sure of it. Your results had come back with a 99/100 on them, if someone had indeed scored higher than you, it would mean they had a perfect score. A 100/100.

“Wh-who is it?”

“Uh…” there’s some rustling on the other side of the line, papers moving around “Kim Namjoon”

So really, the man had left an impression, you had every right to consider that a first introduction, not only had he scored higher than you, taking over a spotlight you had never seen him in, but it would mean your plans of never seeing anyone from high school again would go up a notch and you’d have to not only see someone from high school, but you’d have to see Kim Namjoon, the one that scored higher than you on the CSAT, the one with the perfect score in what was considered the most difficult exam of all, the one that had put your college entry on hold.

And it was as if fate had been sealed from then on, having the time of her life watching you suffer. One would come to think, it’s such a huge campus, what are the odds of even crossing paths with Kim Namjoon ever again. Wrong. It was as if every single place had it’s own version of Kim Namjoon on them just out of spite, to make your blood boil. Surely, it could only be a childish rage that would have to had disappeared when your acceptance went through, Kim Namjoon or not, your own hard work had gotten you there. It would have been amazing not to be put on hold tho.

At first, you would cross it out as mere coincidence, having to watch Kim Namjoon being elected first-year representative on campus, having to hear “Ayee Namjoon!” every single time you were studying outside the buildings while you were trying to study, the tension from that phone call where you had first been aware of his existence coming back as time went by.

“Y/N you know you should ask Kim Namjoon for tutoring, he isn’t even in this major but he chose this elective last semester. Best student I’ve ever had” yes. sure. being tutored by Kim Namjoon. Is there something the man isn’t rumoured to do?

“Ah… that book was last checked out by such a sweet young man, Namjoon, he even brought me tea when he dropped it back” Ah, yes… what a godsend he is, that Kim Namjoon

“And the winner is… Kim Namjoon!” what. Kim motherfucking Namjoon had presented the same research topic as you, same approach, even more enraging, you had been one fucking point under his perfect score.

You huffed as your bag thumps against the table, your head soon following on top of it in an attempt not to scream. You hear a laugh coming from somewhere near you “Kim Namjoon fever, am I right?”

“I gotta admit, I see where they come from, I’ve seen him workout” there’s a wolf whistle followed by a scoff and you can’t hold your groan any longer as you look up to see the unfortunate people whose lunch you had crashed after yet another class where Kim Namjoon had been granted a gold star. He wasn’t even enrolled in it, to begin with.

“You have to excuse Jungkookie here, he’s got a boy crush on him” the long-haired brunette seems scandalised at his friend’s words, deer eyes opening up without a word as the blond one chuckles at him “I’m Park Jimin, and I’m guessing you’re… Y/N?”

You groan once again before dropping your head on the table “Is my disgrace really that popular?”

“We call it the Y/N curse in the first year” great. Absolutely terrific, so yeah, perhaps you had known it wasn’t really only inside your head, Kim Namjoon and his damned publicly success, couldn’t have noticed by now that every single time he wins the first place, it leaves an open tab for everyone to see who exactly was almost but not quite there in the second place. Y/N had always been the name on that spot. The second best. The almost but couldn’t make it. So much for popularity in your last year.

“Fuck”

Turns out, getting along with Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook was a wild ride on its own, while they were both somehow connected to Kim Namjoon, they both had way different ways of exercising their connectedness, which had time and time again proven to be challenging in your eternal course of action of dethroning the man.

“I’m tellin you, Namjoon, you stick to your overused, over traditional and oppressing line of study and let me be the voice of reason” you overheard Jimin as you walked inside the cafeteria, having to turn on your heel from the growin commotion, a regular scene if the multiple social media posts from Jimin passive-aggressive late posting about his and Namjoons discussion of the week were anything to by. Jimin had been raising his voice, and while you were unable to hear whatever words came out of Namjoons mouth, Jimin’s were as clear as day “Well, that’s easy for you to say! You benefit from the system! You’re a handsome, conventionally intelligent heterosexual man!”

Other times, almost crossing paths with Namjoon went down a completely different road, with Jungkook singing praises everywhere both you and Jimin went and he decided to tag along. Namjoon hyung visited this cafe last week. Namjoon hyung actually offered a conference on his term paper last semester. Did you know that Namjoon hyung was offered a spot to work at Google? All in all, you wouldn’t have it any other way, late passive-aggressive bickering with a friend Was Namjoon even Jimin’s friend? or boy crush drooling over the man, Jimin and Jungkook had proven to be ride or dies as weeks went by.

You had just been turning left after going down the stairs, the hallway almost empty as it always is used to being, the few majors that had classes inside the building long gone for the night, which was almost a heart-stopping surprise as you heard an all too familiar low voice with an even more familiar melodic tone “...Joon listen, all I’m asking for is queer representation, is that too much to ask?” Jimin’s voice was faded, almost as if giving up in a fight that hadn’t even been fought, never had you ever thought about listening to his voice crack, not the outspoken, overly confident Jimin he let people in to believe was his all, “because apparently not even my friend is willing to help me out”

“Listen Jimin, you could always run on your own” Namjoon’s voice was compassionate, if not a bit defeated too as a sob made its way to your ears.

“You know those fuckers in the dean’s office would never allow me to get there” Jimin’s voice is filled with a sarcastic tone, a scoff making its way out as if it came from experience and you would be lying if you say it didn’t break your heart even just a little. And they say that sometimes people just happen to be in the right place, the right time.

“Listen to me, Y/N. We’re winning this presidential run” Any trace of vulnerability was gone from Jimin’s eyes as he hooked his arm around yours, driving the both of you away from where Namjoon had been standing with him just a few seconds ago, stuck in place as Jimin threw him what could only be the nastiest look you had ever seen him sport. Everything was a blur after that, Park Jimin was everything and much more than a driven person, a whole structured plan filled with petitions and alliances from small student clubs around campus willing to vote for a change within the school, a campaign born out of thin air with you as President and Jimin as Vicepresident, day after night working yourselves to the bone in order to make numbers, which had proven to be working as you easily surpassed other candidates, Kim Namjoon hadn’t even begun working on his own campaign as everyone else kept talking about him, promising votes to a man that hadn’t even said he was running for student council president. That’s just how being Kim Namjoon works around campus, you suppose.

“I mean- I see why people are drawn to him” the picture before you looked like something straight out of a Disney movie, where the lead is this obnoxious popular guy that is surrounded by girls every waking hour of the day, waiting for an opportunity to get close to him. Jimin’s eyes hadn’t left Namjoon sitting far ahead of where you two were.

“I don’t” you turn your head towards your work as Jimin glares at you, an unspoken threat in the way that he purses his lips at your comment, “I thought you hated him after-”

“Namjoon and I are friends” he cuts you off completely, a completely serious facade taking over his features not long before he redirects his attention towards his book “Although he might be stupid and not as deconstructed as he thinks he is, but he’s a handsome, caring man”

“Uh-huh”

You hear him sigh loudly and the telltales of his book slamming close as he whispers loudly in your direction “You cannot lie to my face and say you wouldn’t tap that, Y/N” He points to your back, where Kim Namjoon, as usual, is being his stupid handsome self, retreating from his spot while apologising to some girl, dimples on full display as he politely bows and rushes to enter the building. So yeah, perhaps it was almost impossible to deny just how attractive the man was, but that didn’t mean you would have to get why people were exactly gravitating towards him, why he got to be the centre of the universe without as much effort as other people poured into. It just didn’t make sense at all.

“Come on, we’re going to be late for registration”

Your teeth are gritted as you watch the scene play before you, arms tightly crossed over your chest in a way that it would make you look like a child throwing a tantrum. Months of perfectly curated hard work thrown immediately down the drain in mere seconds. All it took for the unanimous decision of turning a non-competitive student council presidency campaign into one you were destined to lose was a perfectly dimpled smile showing up ten minutes late to the candidates’ sign-ups.

That damned dimpled smile was shaking hands with the equally smiling, heart-eyed Head of the board kindly accepting Kim Namjoon’s mistake because we all run a tad little sometimes. The absolute nerve after almost turning you away for signing up your name two and a half minutes over the schedule. “Fucking Kim Namjoon”

“Yeah, I bet you’d really like that” you fix your friend the nastiest glare you could come up with at which he just shrugs and turns his attention back to the man. Jimin, as your VP candidate, was undoubtedly just as mad as you at the whole fiasco you were witnessing, if not even madder at the ordeal, given how it was also his hard work going down the drain.

Days of animated small talk with the girls around campus to ensure a vote, keeping up with the unashamed bantering the old ladies running the library constantly threw at him. It’s part of the politics of it Y/N. he had said. Well, politics was just now making bedroom eyes at the only other student on campus that was capable and willing to drown your student council presidential campaign.

Oh, it is war.

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You immediately whip your head around as soon as you hear a chorus of shrieks going around while you and Jimin went through some campaign details, eyes focusing on the group of freshmen, mostly women, making heart eyes at the screen that hung high on the cafeteria’s wall, none other than Kim Namjoon on screen as he advertised whatever it was that he was needed to put a rather tight shirt on him for it.

“Is it really necessary to have him making official advertisement campaigns for the school now?” Jimin’s eyes deviate for a brief second to the screen before shrugging uninterested. “Isn’t it like-foul play or something for him to use the official platform as part of his campaign?”

Jimin keeps his nose in his notes before saying “Dunno, but Jungkook is one of the many actual fanboys Namjoon has so-”

You don’t even try to keep to yourself the groan that bubbles up towards your throat at the revelation.

The next time you hear Namjoon’s personal fanbase shrieking– now very aware of Jungkook’s appearance in it– it is not on screen but rather over the course of the weekend as the man is surrounded by puppies and cameras. The excuse? Apparently, the university was running an adoption campaign and Namjoon had been voted the face of the youth. Sure, a handsome man playing with puppies was a must that could have anyone’s heart-melting in a matter of seconds, but did it really have to be him?

The drop that finally spilt the glass presents itself on a Thursday evening after Jimin had gathered most of his club members and a few other passersby (led there by his stupidly charming smile) for an impromptu rally. One that had seemed to go perfectly well, enough to draw a wide smile on your face once it was done. Up until…

“Hey, that was a great job Y/N! I really liked yours and Jimin’s proposals” a girl you recognised from one of your classes approached you while she toyed with one of the flyers that you had delivered around in her hands.

You smile at her genuinely “I’m so glad to hear that! We actually are thinking about-”

“I might have to pass on voting for you guys though” The smile you had plastered on your face quickly wipes itself off as she continues rather shyly at your change of demeanour “It’s just– you guys are great, really you are but- Kim Seokjin, Namjoon’s campaign advisor, promised to give us a shirtless carwash Namjoon is he wins and you know it would be so dumb to pass such an opportunity Y/N, Kim Namjoon is buff buff”

You could very clearly see the appeal, Kim Namjoon’s biggest strength was indeed himself, aside from whatever proposals he had presented–if he even had any, there was no denying that the man was one of the most attractive men you had ever seen, more so if a prospect of seeing him wash cars while half-naked played a part of it. But still, it doesn’t relent the fact that you had worked very hard on your own campaign only to lose it in the face of a pair or very much buff– and very much appealing– pair of arms.

And as if it wasn’t enough, speak of the devil “Hey- uhm, Y/N?” You have half a mind to turn around and tiredly glare at him for a few seconds, making him seem rather uneasy on his feet. Good. “Can we talk?”

You don’t even mutter out an answer before you’re dragging him inside the unoccupied auditorium, most people hanging around outside after vacating the place, a rather dimly lit space where it would hopefully pass time the quickest to whatever it was that he wanted to say.

“Listen- Seokjin-hyung asked me to come to your rally and see what it was all about in hopes of ‘driving people away' but I stayed and well- both Jimin and you have such great ideas and I just-”

“Wait- you stayed?” Your tone was purposely colder than whatever reaction that your heart seemed to deem appropriate for the situation, hammering against your chest as you feel a warm sensation rise to your face.

“Yeah and- I know my team and I have made it really difficult for you guys to draw the attention you need and it’s so fucking sad because you are actually speaking for the students and I’m just well-” you really shouldn’t find the tall man scratching the back of his head as cute as you did “I’m just doing what I’m asked to do, I do care about the students but I have no time at all to commit and I wouldn’t-”

“You’re rambling”

“Yes. So-” he clears his throat before his eyes scan the place for a brief second before landing on yours, a steady and rather impetuous gaze, they’re shifting in the slightest and you can’t help but feel flustered all around, eyes darting to stare at his lips, wondering even if just at that moment, what every other person on campus had thought about– kissing the man in front of you before he snaps you out of it “I could retire if you’d like me to”

Your brain comes to a halt as every hormonal need leaves your body, shutting your eyes tightly as you step back from him– at whichever point you two had gotten closer to each other “What? KIM NAMJOON YOU CONSIDERATE BASTARD!”

“What?”

You open your eyes to stare at him coldly“I fucking hate you”

The poor man looks almost as disoriented as you feel about the whole situation “I just offered to-”

“And you will NOT retire” you are quick to point a finger at him as a way to punctuate your words

“But you want the presidency so bad”

“And I WILL win it. Fair and square” you turn to him and can clearly make out a smirk on his face, one that makes him look even more handsome than you could even begin to admit even in such a low light “Not because your stupid bland heart lets me win it” You face away from him as you take a deep breath “I am an independent woman”

“Oh that you are” Namjoon’s tone had seemed to stabilise itself, a rather cheeky and playful tone to his words now “So…it’s on?”

You turn to face him, approaching him for the second time in the span of five minutes, a fire in both of your eyes as you seem to stare down at each other “It’s on, Kim Namjoon. I’ll stomp on your stupidly gorgeous face”

“Can’t wait” you extend your hand towards his at the same time he does the same, opting to shake hands for a brief moment before he scoffs playfully and leaves the auditorium. Just about how much worse could it be if Kim Namjoon was openly competing against you this one time?

Apparently, a lot worse.

First off, campus campaign had turned into a whole ordeal where you would find yourself along with the rest of the candidates trying to get people for rallies, handing out information on the same spot– it certainly was questionable whether or not being bombarded by five different people about the same thing in the span of three minutes would work but campus rules were meant to be followed.

It should have stopped at that. Having to share a spot with Kim Namjoon– painfully aware and teasing Kim Namjoon. The man could be handing out a flyer mere meters away all the while locking eyes with you for a brief second before winking and going back to his conversation, leaving you flushed on the spot. Or the way that you were able to see just how much material there was on the man from whatever perspective you dared to look at him. Perhaps he wasn’t that overhyped as much as you were stubborn on seeing what had been in front of your face all along. But that wasn’t right, there was a reason for his popularity, and it was most certainly a trap. A trap you had fallen into the second Kim Namjoon had dared look you in the face. That’s just how he rolled on campus, a pretty face to accompany a gorgeous brain, a hole in one to have pretty much everyone wrapped around his finger. Flirting just came naturally to him, nothing less, nothing more.

“Kim Namjoon could you please stop your googly eyes with Y/N and focus on your career?”

You had almost been curious enough to look up and see what the whole fuzz was about, thinking better, at last, to leave it be. Now that Namjoon knew he was actively competing against you, it was in your best interest to keep yourself alienated, at least that was what Jimin had said in passing after spilling the tea of the other day inside the auditorium. “Sorry hyung”

The second problem had risen when it was none other than Kim motherfucking Namjoon redirecting his own spotlight onto you whenever you two shared a lecture. “That’s my opinion, I know for fact Y/N has something to say about it” “I would really like to hear Y/N’s perspective on that one” “Perhaps Y/N has something to add to that?”

You weren’t so sure how you were supposed to stand on that one, having been relayed from the academic spotlight from him on countless times, now leaving you speechless along with everybody else on the room whenever the blond-haired man decided to shift in his seat so he could place the entirety of his– and everyone else’s– attention onto whatever words you dared to utter after him. A constant battle inside your mind that didn’t know whether to scold or thank him for it.

The most certain– and truthfully unthinkable at first– outcome to Namjoon’s change of demeanour was the conversations that followed you in the hallways, skimpy glances and hushed voices all wondering the same: ‘Since when did Kim Namjoon get a girlfriend?’ Although it couldn’t be further from the truth.

“So I heard you and Namjoon-hyung are dating” Jungkook’s backpack hit the floor aeons before he sat down, as always.

“I am not”

A second presence making itself known as you were about to sip on your cup “So apparently you and I are dating now”

“In your wildest dreams Namjoon” you scoff at him

“Wouldn’t know, haven’t had those yet” you can see Jungkook’s eyes getting bigger by the second when he takes a seat on Jimin’s usual spot. “I do, however, have a proposition for you, a real one at that”

There’s a loud sound of a chair scraping the floor as you both turn to look at Jungkook scrambling to get out of there “I gotta go- room- left my uh- brush in the microwave” you can see him cringe to himself by the way that he scrunches his nose “Bye Y/N! bye Namjoon-hyung!” so what if you see him almost crashing against the glass doors thrice on his way out.

You turn your attention to Namjoon “I’m listening I guess”

“Right. So uhm- the dean is throwing a dinner party tonight for the school representatives and well- I thought you might like to come”

“Why are you really inviting me?”

“I needed a plus one”

“You could get anyone out there” a mix of uncertainty and just the slightest bit 9f insecurity taking over your mind as soon as the proposition so much as dwell inside your brain until you flashbacked the past few weeks, finding a specific reason as to why he would be doing such a thing. “Kim Namjoon, why me? why the Dean’s diner party?”

You are, as predicted, met with utter silence.

“Kim Namjoon”

“Well it could really help your election and you really want it and you won’t let me back down so I’m trying to help- if you’d like of course”

You ponder the thought for a second, considering the exact extent to which Namjoon, once rival, now… something along the lines of it still, is taking the presidential campaign and him helping you out without it being an actual helping hand. “And if I don’t?”

“Then this is me inviting you as my plus one” his dimpled smile takes over his face and you can feel a warm sensation taking over your whole body, rivalry aside, there’s no denying that Kim Namjoon might actually be the closest one can get to a perfect man.

As a sign of understanding, he takes your hand in his much bigger one, nothing intimate about it, simply reassuring as his proposition keeps on being inside your mind “You know we’re supposed to be rivals”

He lets go of your hand and you regret the words coming out of your mouth immediately, thinking you might have upset him with your prolonged silence, until you fix your eyes on his teasing smirk, something other than bantering in his eyes that you can’t quite place “Oh we are, Y/N. Selective rivals. The best kind”

“This was such a bad idea”

“What are you talking about?” “Oh hey, professor Jung, may I present to you Y/N? She’s running for student council president, I’m sure Hoseok has talked about her to you before, I’m just putting my word in for her this time around”

“Kim Namjoon, a word?”

You’re left awkwardly standing along with Professor Jung, answering half-assed answers to generic questions about school. Perhaps this was the reason Kim Namjoon was so good at what he did. Sweet talker fucker. The man excused himself after his eyes jumped around the room for a few seconds. You found yourself gravitating towards where the two tall men were not so discreetly talking

“-Kim Namjoon I built a whole career for you and you’re giving it for free to your girlfriend”

“I’m not his-“

“Y/N sweetheart I adore you but I’m beating your boyfriend’s ass right now” he turned his attention towards Namjoon as you’re left with your heart thumping loudly against your chest “Do you have any idea how hard it was to get your ass in here? And you go ahead and bring none other than your strongest rival!” “No offence Y/N, you’re amazing”

“Which is why she’s here!” Seokjin throws the nastiest look his way “Hyung listen, Y/N is the best bet out there, both she and Jimin actually have plans for their presidency, they just need a handicap to win this” Seokjin turns to look at you, making you recoil subconsciously “Y/N might be your best project so far, help her win this, hyung”

“You do realize by now, with the rumours going around about her being your lover, and the whole year long fiasco you two had going on in classes, it’s almost impossible for her to be noticed enough to compete against you right?” You had always heard about Kim Seokjin masterful public relations graduate, a true legend if the word going around was anything to go by. Never had you imagined him to be such a passionate and somewhat crude person in action “No offence, love”

It was something you had always been aware of, deep down. Never had you imagined before that you would hear it said out loud, not one second had you thought it would hurt you as much as it did as soon as the words left Seokjin’s mouth. Perhaps it was true, and everyone else was aware of it, a faceless person trying to compete against charismatic, student extravaganza Kim Namjoon, laughable.

“It’s-It’s fine, I’ll just- I’ll go catch some fresh air, you two keep your thing”

Catching some fresh had turned into grabbing a few champagne flutes from the waiters passing by, not enough to get drunk but most certainly enough to make that weird nauseating sensation you got when your eyes landed on Namjoon being shamelessly hit on by a classmate, enough to accept a stranger’s invitation onto the dance floor, at least the intention was clear before Kim motherfucking Namjoon materialized from thin air, placing a hand on the small of your back

“I’ll take it from here, buddy” The man scurried off in a matter of seconds at his sight. Only leaving a pondering Namjoon in its place as he started lecturing you about scurrying off and downing alcohol like water in an official party, the words mushed as your brain couldn’t really quite comprehend what he was saying until the last bit “..that was so childish of you, Y/N”

“You think I’m childish?” you scoff “How about you take a look at yourself! You and I are nothing Namjoon, why do you gotta get all alpha male when that man asked me to dance?”

There’s a kicked puppy look on Namjoon’s face that almost has you taking back your words “Listen- I’m sorry okay? I don’t know what got to me”

“You certainly didn’t have a problem when Seojun was grinding against you”

“Oh, so you’re jealous” that signature cocky smile of his is back on his face in a second as you whip your head around to face him, pointing an accusatory finger his way.

“Don’t you dare turn this against me”

You both had been walking the whole time, only now noticing the way that you two were surrounded by massive trees, the lights from inside the party barely reaching where you were both standing as he takes the opportunity to stand above you, large hands finding home in the small of your back.”Are you okay, though?”

There’s a much softer look in his eyes you had never seen in him ever before, perhaps too focused on other things to notice it, you can’t help but let your eyes travel down to his lips, wondering if they would feel as soft as they look, if Kim Namjoon is really an all-rounded overachiever and could potentially be the best kisser out there. Your voice is barely over a whisper as you place your hands behind his neck, pulling him towards you in a second, breath fanning his face, eyes droopy “Just kiss me already”

There’s really no other way you’d picture it, Namjoon’s soft lips on yours as one of his hands comes up to caress your cheek, lips moving deliciously and feather-like as you get lost in it, something akin to pride filling your chest at the realisation that you’re kissing the Kim Namjoon. Campus’ most sought out bachelor. Campaign rival Kim Namjoon who you’d once thought you’d hate forever before the man had willingly put his career in line by believing in your ideas, Kim Namjoon who could have done a thousand things to make you go crazy and despise him in every possible way, although it certainly doesn’t feel like that man is the same as the one holding onto you so tightly, as if afraid of losing you when he didn’t even have you in the first place, holding your face with utmost care as his lips danced against you in the most tender way.

You feel like you could stay right there forever, up until a screech makes its way up to your throat, dress getting wet in a second as you both finally are separated by the automatically activated sprinklers surrounding you. You don’t think there’s a sound that can rival the way that NAmjoon laughs as he takes your hand in his before running away from the place, heaving, hair and clothes all wet as you catch your breath, a familiar figure clad in the most expensive suit you could lay your eyes on coming into view, Jimin’s pose radiates being done with both of you as he gets ready to walk back to where he came from “I don’t even want to know”

After getting a taste at just how soft and tender– and undoubtedly hot– Namjoon could be, no one could really blame you if during one of the rare occasions you find yourself without much else to do, ready to wind down on your own, quiet dorm room all to yourself, a teasing hand that you wish was someone else’s finding its way under your panties, the rest of your clothes laying somewhere on the floor to pick up later, ragged breaths and wet noises taking over the rather small space as your closed eyes conjure Kim Namjoon’s image, imagining just how much better you would be filled if it were his hands working you towards orgasm, you can even swear you faintly sniff his cologne as you hear a door clicking in the back of your mind, a sharp inhale making you open up your eyes in a fraction of second, glistening fingers out of your heat as you stare terrorised at the man standing in front of you.

“WHAT THE FUCK NAMJOON”

“Sorry, sorry” he pulls a book nearby to cover the entirety of his face as you scramble to throw a hoodie over yourself, “Jimin said-”

“That fucking bastard”

There’s a rather awkward silence that follows, although it doesn’t go over your head how there’s a palpable tension in it too, unspoken want mingling with it as clears his throat “Uhm, I could-” he gestures towards the door, leaving you stunned in silence, even more so as his next words register in your mind “Or I could help if-”

“Let’s see if you live up to the expectations Kim Namjoon”

He is quick to take a seat in the cramped up space, pulling your desk’s chair closer to the bed before extending a helping hand your way, pulling you onto his lap, wet cunt undoubtedly staining his pants as his hands come up to hold your waist under the hoodie, rocking you softly on top of his clothed and rapidly hardening cock, skilled hands getting rid of the single clothing article covering you before his head dives in to latch onto your nipples to give them much needed attention that has your head dipping backwards, hands on his thighs to keep you balanced, open-mouthed kissed trailing along your exposed skin before his tongue darts out with yours in a feverish kiss as he manoeuvres out of his clothes just enough to let his cock spring free, half-hard as you take it in your hand, pumping it a few times, enough to have him closing his eyes in pleasure, the moment gone briefly as you roll a condom on him from your desk, quickly regaining that charavteristic tender controlling side of him as you position the tip of his cock before you sink down on him, your fingers ridding him of his shirt so that you can press yiour naked chest to his, hands tugging at his head as you bury yourself in a passionate kiss, tender and slow as it matched his languid rythm, kissing noises, chair squeaking along with breathy moans filling the air as you both reached your high in the sweetest most Namjoon-like way possible.

“Listen, no matter the outcome, you’re a strong independent woman” Namjoon had opted to sit by your side when the results ceremony was meant to take place, odd looks were thrown your way as the rivalry fiasco had become a thing around campus, suddenly to be seen attached at the hip after that late evening in your dorm. Not quite talked about, yet familiar about it, pace slow and coming to terms about the whole ordeal.

“Why does that sound straight out of a mum’s Facebook page?” there’s something akin to pure adoration in his eyes that has your chest clenching, needing to reassure him in the most honest way possible that you knew “I know”

He turns you around to face him, hands on your shoulders keeping you there, that rarely seen serious and overly fond side of him taking over “I mean it, Y/N you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met, you’re stubborn and strong-willed and not many people see it, but you don’t need them to acknowledge your hard work, you’re doing just enough” your eyes get glassy, a warmth in your chest that has you blooming from inside, the flashbacks from everything that had happened before coming to the front of your mind, how it was impossible to think about Namjoon in this new light “You also look hot as fuck when you look like you want to snap my neck in two”

“And…there goes our moment” he laughs as he takes your hand in his much bigger one, fingers caressing the back of your hand in a subtle attempt to soothe your nerves.

“With an incredible and never seen before point breaker of 50% plus one, thanks to a late voter, I am glad to announce your next Student Council President..” You close your eyes in anticipation, whatever the outcome, as much as your heart aches for it, you can’t quite complain about what the whole experience had brought to you, amazing friends, a competitive spirit, lots of learning and an even more amazing boyfriend– plus, you’re almost sure Namjoon would listen to every word you might say on his administration, so that’s a plus. “Y/N!”

You turn to look at Namjoon, eyes crinkled by his smile, dimples on full display, fully aware that he had been the last one to vote. Your ears are ringing, there are cheers somewhere, Jimin is doing a teasing dance in front of Jungkook, Seokjin is smiling knowingly, and you feel like you’re about to pass out. “Why would you do it?”

“Eh..I’ve been student president before, thought I might try out the first gentleman part now” Namjoon huffs out a laugh as you gracelessly get on your tiptoes to pull him in for s kiss, the crowd cheering louder around you, his hands grabbing your waist before he rests his forehead against yours, voice barely above a whisper “I’m walking this path by your side, Y/N never forget that”

7-second interview with joon but it’s just him smiling 

once upon an us [m] | knj

❥ Summary | You have spent years building a life of your own until you find yourself living a life that every little girl could have ever dreamed of. With a promising career and an expensive apartment in the big city, the only thing left is the fairytale wedding that you had wished for since you were a little girl. When the one you believe to be your prince charming finally comes into your life, you start to believe that dreams do come true. But you also know that things aren’t always as simple as it seems, when there is still a piece of your past that is still tethering you back from reaching for it.

❥ Title | Once Upon an Us

❥ Pairings | Kim Namjoon x female reader

⤑ Genre | Past Lovers!au, Exes to Lovers!au, Established relationship, Angst, Rom-com, Fluff, Smut

⤑ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

⤑ Warnings | Mentions of miscarriage, grief, characters making bad decisions, fake relationship(-ish) trope, Namjoon as a (former) basketball player, some cliche scenes as part to romcoms (sharing a bed, lots of arguments), technically involves infidelity, sexual tension, lots of kissing, dry humping, outdoor foreplay, public sex, breast play, clothed foreplay, clothed sex, denied orgasm, hair pulling, fingering (female), oral sex (female, including clit play, implied biting), unprotected sex, rough sex, mention of multiple orgasms, implied creampie.

⤑ Word count | 47k words (I am so sorry!!!)

⤑ Cross Post | AO3 | Inkitt 

❥ Author’s Note | This story is written as a part of the ‘Christmas in July’ project, for the ‘Winter Wedding Season’ category, an event hosted by @kookdiaries, @kithtaehyung, and @xiaokoo. This fic is loosely inspired by the movie Sweet Home Alabama (2002) | Thank you @theodea for reading through this on such a short notice (I love you, bub!) and for my sprint mates and fellow camp nano-ers who kept hyping me up in this journey @softyoongiionly @randombtsprincessa @yeoldontknow 

❥ Song Companion | Sabrina Claudio - Belong To You (feat. 6lack) ● Daughter - Landfill ● ORKID - Only If You Want To ● Jutes - We Good ● Standing Egg - Ironic

There is always something to be said about little girls and their big dreams.

The way their innocence allows them to conjure imaginations that are beyond any adult mind could comprehend. To have their minds going places without any worries of facing the reality of life, without any barriers or limits to how far their extensive imagination would go as they create all the scenarios involving their whole life—starting with the paths where they want to go in life, the person they imagine they would become, the people they want to meet, and everything that they want to achieve.

For a lot of people who had known you since you were a little girl, this is exactly how they had seen you and has continued to remember you with. A dreamer. The little girl who would paint a big picture inside your head that you would often get stuck in your own world, oftentimes too stubborn to look at the present or the world around you and to simply follow the course that your life was taking you into.

The little girl in you had dreamt of becoming your own princess, just like the ones you have read in the storybooks that your parents used to read you before bed. You dreamt about living in a castle somewhere at the top of the mountains—just like the mountains that you had always seen growing up at home. You dreamt about having all the fancy things that princesses would acquire and being spoiled with the pleasure of the admiration and praises from all the people that you would surround yourself with.

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the lines between us | jjk. (m)

banner credit to my lovely @viefleur isabella <3

➵ summary : you’re detective partners who hate each other’s guts and everyone knows it. what they don’t know however, is that there’s so much more between the lines, and he knows damn well how to rearrange your guts too.

➵ pairing : detective!jungkook x detective!reader

➵ genre : detective!au, partner!jungkook, e2l!au, fwb!au, slight fantasy!au, one-shot, smut, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 10k

➵ warnings : swearing, angst!!, arguing, tension, mentions of guns, injury & crime, explicit sexual content, heavy petting, slight brat!reader, slight brat-tamer!jk,  fingering, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), clit biting, hate sex, choking, size kink, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, restraint (w/ jungkook’s hands), denied orgasm, hitting it from the back, a spank, pain kink, missionary, creampie, cum play, overstimulation, f. masturbation, cum tasting, finger sucking

↳ in submission for the july games:

❂ “To The Lighthouse”          ⁂ hosted by: professor bee @inkedtae through @bangtansorciere

⤐  au type: salty shores // enemies to lovers ⤐  themes: slow burn, fantasy ⤐  kinks: clit biting, spanking, pain kink, size kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, masturbation, cum play <3

➵ a/n : first of all massive thank you to bee @inkedtae !! thank you for offering your lovely help by having a read and making me feel 20892x more confident 😭 thank you to @viefleur my beautiful isabella for making this perfect banner for me!! i appreciate her hard work so much and thank you to my lovely @opaljm @taegularities and @hantaev​ for beta-ing!! not to forget @ppersonna​ lindy for helping me figure out my whackass tenses 💀 as always feedback means the world to me <3

➵ playlist : set me on fire by estelle

“You’re the most infuriating person I know on this fucking planet.” 

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