7-second Interview With Joon But Its Just Him Smiling

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

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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plot twist (pjm) | four.

a lowkey series spin-off ft. park jimin

❊ summary: jimin isn’t interested in fake dating, but he’s definitely interested in getting to know someone the right way. after all, he feels like he’s ready to put himself out there and give it all he’s got. so, he takes a risk in trying something completely out of his comfort zone and hops on the new, popular dating app - only to come across and get to know someone he didn’t expect to meet.

❊ pairing: athlete!reader x nerd!pjm

❊ genre: (18+) college au, (partially) smau, friends to lovers au, dating app au | fluff, angst, smut

❊ words: 2.6k

❊ warnings: cussing, some mature language, gonna have some filler chapters for a bit more until we finally get into some spicy shit, oc lets this go on for longer than it should have gone on for ): , jimin is still the cutest and sweetest ever, oc is worried about classes + grades + being able to play ball for senior yr, we see a bit more of oc x auntie em, jimin gets a number?!

series masterlist || series playlist || character aesthetics

❊ note: lots of stuff happening this weekend, esp for my sister’s 18th birthday! i’ll most likely take next week off and won’t post for daydream or plot twist since i don’t think i’ll be able to write/edit this weekend at all. thank you for your understanding and support, ily all tons. pls take care, get rest and have a fantastic weekend! ✨

You sat on the court, catching your breath— the cool air within the gym feeling refreshing against your skin. Your arms rested on your knees, head hung low as the sweat dripped down from your forehead. Practice was killing you early this morning. And by early, we mean early. 6:00 AM on the dot, or else coach was making you do extra laps, extra ball-handling drills, extra what-the-fuck-ever, around the court.

You were fucking tired, and you weren’t even sure who to place blame on.

Yourself? Jimin?

Both, 50/50?

You both stayed up talking through the app, getting to know each other until you had to be the first to break away and let him know you had to be up early.

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Lavender Honey | KNJ | Part 1

A Sons of Midas story

Pairing: Chaebol!Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Honey)

Wordcount: 19.1k

Genre: angst, smut, fluff. Childhood friends turned fwb turned enemies turned (eventually, potentially, hopefully) lovers. Also, everybody is pretty much filthy rich.

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: Namjoon — man of many women, successful businessman is nothing but a rotten piece of soul living in memories and what-ifs. His life is nothing but completing his endless tasks fast enough to hide himself in a sweet scent from the past. What happens when the gentle perfume waltzes back into his present together with the only one he ever loved?

One large disclaimer and a smaller rant. I’ve recently seen a very popular bts gif blog accusing a writer of being toxic simply because they depicted one of the boys as a “fuckboy”, and proceded with slutshaming the writer for writing smut. Now, if you can’t understand the difference between a character from a work of fiction and a real person, that is probably a very good reason for you not to read this piece of fiction. I do not condone any of the behaviour in this fic: I am but a mere narrator.

Trigger warnings: both Namjoon and Honey engage in extremely disreputable antics. Namjoon is depicted as a selfish womanizer, therefore if this bothers you, please do not read any further. Namjoon has also blatant issues with alcohol and anxiety. Again, if this makes you uncomfortable, please scroll away now. I repeat, I do not condone alcoholism; it was vaguely hinted through the fic since I didn’t want it to become an unbearably heavy theme for myself and other more sensitive readers. In terms of smut, we have several hints at oral sex (m&f receiving), public sex and public masturbation, hate sex. There is mention of cheating (just a kiss). Mentions of threesome and foursome. Biting and marking. Borderline fetishism (perfume). Swearing and obviously consumption of Alcohol.

Acknowledgements: all the ladies involved in this collab, starting from @joheunsaram. Mars, my beta, my love. Thank you for everything. @taegularities, too precious for this world. @honeyj00ns, thank you for your kind affection. @biaswreckme, my newest friend. @hobiandsprite, my strongest possum, and an honorary mention to @aroseforyoongi, unspeakably precious.

The link to my masterlist can be found here

The Spotify playlist can be found here

Enjoy 💜✨

[PS. Part 2 OUT HERE]

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let the games begin | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, gamer!jk, light fluff at the end, established relationship 

>>word count: 5.7k

>>warnings: dom!jk, BRAT oc, but rly she just wants to be good 😔, big dick koo, spitting, spit eating, boobs, unprotected sex, cream pie, um…oh!, crying, crying during sex, not from pain tho, oc just gets overwhelmed :(, aftercare kinda?, boobies, comfort, idk man, riding, weird pet names lmao, oc is so tiny, big jiggly fat tits, OMG COCKWARMING, that’s literally the reason i wrote this lol, breasts, when jk cums…. v sexy, low key one sided sex 🤷🏻‍♀️ 

>>notes: all gamer lingo is from reddit, bc me and oc are the same in the way that we have no idea what the boys that are ignoring us for video games are saying so if it doesn’t make sense idc 🥲 yell @ me in an ask or sumn

>>summary: just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair 🙄 pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

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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?"